#Dark Sorcery

[thedarksorcerer]

WAR FOR THE SORCERER’S CROWN

Aka: THE SORCERER WAR

@lead-sorcerer @the-silliest-sorcerer @sorceress-foxgirl-lilac @hat-of-knowledge @sorcery-and-socialism @sorcererest-sorcerer

Uranos, the Dark Sorcerer, stands at the top of the Island’s volcano. The sky is dark with storm clouds. Crimson lightning heralds the deep rolling thunder that sounds almost like war drums.

(In the minds of every sorcerer, a voice dictates his message)

SORCERERS! HEED MY CALL!

LET ME REMIND YOU OF WHY WE FIGHT AND WHY WE ARE SO FEW!

(Just as the voice spoke, a cacophony of images enters the sorcerers’ minds. They show a war, long and bloody, and at the center of this war, a crown. The Sorcerer’s Crown, which grants the wearer dominion over all sorcerers.)

(Then, how the war ended. @sorcererest-sorcerer cast a spell to erase all participants of the war from time and memory, so that war never happened, destroying nearly all the sorcerers on Wizard Island Island.)

NOW RALLY, AND LET US SETTLE THIS MATTER ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

LIKE SOMETHING STRAIGHT OUT OF A COMIC BOOK -- DOING THE "KING OF COMICS" PROUD.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on a 2D and/or comic book accurate cosplay of Etrigan the Demon, the Arthurian-inspired demonic superhero from DC Comics, created by Jack "King" Kirby. Photo credit & location unknown.

Source: https://x.com/SalAbbinanti/status/1780750732423012413.

[bullshit-thoughts]

My homunculus son, Gorbit, performing activities

[vieramars]

Hot salt water is fucking WITCHCRAFT

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[legionofmyth]

Hyperborea 3rd Edition - Combat Mechanics

🎲 At some point every character is going to need to fight to survive. Let’s take a look at the Hyperborea 3e combat mechanics. #Hyperborea3E #TabletopRPG #TTRPG #OSR #DnD

HYPERBOREA 3E – Player’s Manual – [PDF]HYPERBOREA 3E – Referee’s Manual – [PDF]At some point every character is going to need to fight to survive. Let’s take a look at the combat mechanics in Hyperborea 3E. Introducing Hyperborea 3rd Edition, a thrilling tabletop roleplaying game that will transport you to a world of sword and sorcery inspired by the works of Robert E. Howard and other pulp…

[specialgradefckr]

tw: explicit content. satoru/reader. dark dark DARK, bad end au, sorcerer breeding programs, consent is not a thing for sorcerers, all sorts of bad shit.

ultra dark dystopian au where the public knows what cursed spirits are and jujutsu society isn't controlled by the higher ups.

it's controlled by the government.

sorcerers are national assets. tools, property, born and raised to be weapons against cursed spirits.

they're taken from their mothers at birth. indoctrinated and trained in facilities until they're old enough to be sent out to kill curses. they start somewhere around 13. most of them don't reach adulthood.

with attrition rates so high, where are they getting all this fodder?

special grades like satoru gojo don't spend most of their time out in the field.

as soon as he was of age he's sent to a suitable mate. breeding stock like him should create more sorcerers.

for what? to be killed?

the questions come to his mind every now and then, but he knows they're useless. he doesn't think much about why things are the way they are.

he's a weapon. he's been a weapon his entire life. this is what he's good at. what he's meant for.

however he feels about his life, satoru gojo was born and bred for sorcery, in every universe. he loves it. what do the details matter?

things aren't so different for satoru in this au. he wakes up, kills curses, creates new sorcerers, gets maybe 3 hours of sleep and does it again.

he doesn't get to pick who or when he's bred with. he's a stud. his partners are broodmares. sorcerers who managed to survive the meat grinder of exorcism.

when satoru gojo meets you, he doesn't know you. doesn't even know your name.

he doesn't need that to get you pregnant. he's sent to a room, locked in there with you, crystal-clear instructions on what you're meant to do.

it isn't his first time doing this. it's not your first time either, he's sure.

it's not romantic. it's not even sexy. it's quiet, practical, and methodical -

but oh. oh, does it feel good.

he doesn't know if it's just your body, or if this is something you actively do but it feels like you're clenching around him, like your cunt is embracing him and refusing to let go.

you're touchy, too. touching his face, his hair, his body. satoru is used to roving eyes (he's instructed never to say no; after all, what if a woman who fucked him bore a sorcerer child?) and hands.

but your hands aren't greedy. they're tender. gentle caresses like the sigh you make when he buries himself to the hilt inside you.

he nearly jerks at the feeling of your lips on his neck. kisses littered up to the underside of his jaw, featherlight fleeting. ghostly, even.

when he's rutting into you, quick, efficient motions to get him closer to the edge, you meet his ice-blue gaze and press your lips to his -

it's the first time he's been kissed on the lips.

he remembers your eyes watering the first time he penetrated you. next time, he makes a point to whet his fingertips, rub over your clit, kiss your breasts, your neck, until you're dripping over him.

he doesn't know why. it's unnecessary effort. all he has to do is release inside you.

but he supposes if you're both stuck here for a while, it might as well be... nice.

and it is nice. this time he feels one of your hands grasp his, a strange feeling churning in his gut as you guide his hand to your clit.

with just a few careful swipes, timed to the rhythm of your hips bucking into him, the sonnet of your little gasps and moans, he watches you start to shiver and quake.

you clench around him and something inside him lights up, tugging, bright and hot and bursting along with his climax.

it's never been like this before, never been this good. you squeeze around him like you're milking him, panting with your mouth slack and opened wide, eyes glossy and dilated.

irrationally, he leans in to cover your mouth with his, lap at your tongue, steal away your desperate breaths and feel you moan and squirm beneath him.

when he moves to pull out, your arms dart around him, holding him close. like you don't want him to leave.

and even though it's never been like this, even though he's never tried this hard or liked it this much, satoru still thinks this is the strangest part.

laying there, bodies entwined, chests rising and falling as you fall asleep against one another.

it's warm. it's hot and sweaty and full of the stench of sex and bodily fluids, and it should be disgusting, but it's not.

maybe he's just too tired to care. when his six eyes finally close, the darkness that embraces him is warm, enticing, and absolute.

he can only just make out your heartbeat within it.

there's a few days of that, until your fertile period is over and you part, without words.

in fact he can't recall if he even spoke to you. you might not even know his name, though he's rather infamous, and with his hair and eyes he's hard to mistake.

satoru thinks about you sometimes. in the dead quiet of the night when his brain refuses to stop churning. in the midst of battle.

in the beds of the others he's meant to breed, cooling bodies laying against him as he brings himself to climax inside them and then pulls away.

it doesn't even feel that good anymore. not now that he'd had it with you.

sometimes he wishes he'd never had you. most times, he wants you there with him.

none of it matters. he knows that. he kills curses, he mates with fellow sorcerers. they're walking wombs, and he's a sperm donor. an impersonal exchange.

the worst is when he's summoned to fight a curse that seems just a little too low grade for him.

usually because the sorcerers originally dispatched failed.

in jujutsu sorcery, failure is death.

but high-level sorcerers like him aren't usually dispatched against lower level curses. it's almost invariably weaker sorcerers - younger ones.

it takes him an instant to exorcise it. seconds, really.

how many people died trying to do what was second nature to him?

how many of them were children?

it's his fault, in the end. for not being able to be everywhere at once. having to breed more to replace the sorcerers that wouldn't have been lost if he didn't have to spend so much time breeding.

the system churns through sorcerers like a meat grinder. anyone who comes out alive is squeezed for raw material, to make more of them.

an unending marathon. all that's waiting for them on the other side is death, death or being reduced to breeding stock.

he wonders what happens to female sorcerers who can't be bred anymore. are they just worked until they die?

do they ever get to see their children?

it's been years. if he'd gotten you pregnant then his children might be old enough to be sent out by now. if he has any children.

at the rate they've been having him fuck, he must have at least a few.

where are they? where are you? useless questions.

there's only been one fellow sorcerer he was able to keep track of throughout the years, and he...

well. he won't be seeing him again.

but he does see you again. years later.

do you remember him? he remembers you. how many others have you been bred with? was there a dark, long-haired sorcerer among them?

someone with sharp violet eyes and a warm smile and large hands? did you have any children by him?

is there anything left of his friend in this world?

the questions bubble in his chest, staining the back of his throat like bile.

if he asked, he's sure you would answer. you smile when you see him.

but instead he buries himself inside you, in your arms, your tight embrace. this is the only time he gets to feel good.

is this the only time you get to feel good, too? during this week of your fertile window, when they send you in to anonymous sorcerers to get fucked pregnant?

breeding stock, he remembers. what will be done with you when you can no longer bear children? what do you have to look forward to?

satoru wants to ask. did you have any children by him? did any of them survive?

but instead he buries himself in you to the hilt. until you keen and stretch underneath him.

even if he did ask, you wouldn't know.

you hold him too tightly for a brood mare, for an encounter that will only last as long as your fertile window.

do you yearn for these moments, too? do you miss him, do you want to see him again?

did you bear his children? did you want to show them to him when they were born? did you want him there?

did you - you're looking up at him hopefully, arms that hold him close, it's time to leave now and your eyes are wet and empty and your shoulders drop as you lay back on the bed limply -

geto was right.

[thedarksorcerer]

I’ll give you 5000 currency to anyone who can:

Unbrew a potion

Grow an absolutely massive tree

Do complex healing magic

And complete this stack of memory exercises

Hey!

Does anyone have any odd jobs I can do? I don't have any money right now.

I can:

brew potions

grow plants (nothing massive though)

do basic healing magic

Maybe some other stuff as well that I don't remember

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[gravemud]

Knight of Eyes

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"....LORD OF THE WEREWOLVES; HIS DOMINION WAS TORMENT."

NOTE: My first post of 2024, apparently, but it's still only 4 PM in my part of the world.

PIC INFO: Resolution at 749x1054 -- Spotlight on Gorthaur the Cruel, "Lord of the Werewolves," in fair form during the First Age, from his fortress at Tol-in-Gaurhoth, "The Isle of Werewolves," artwork (A4, watercolor + CG drawing) by "Nuaran," c. 2015 (via DeviantArt).

"Sauron was become now a sorcerer of dreadful power, master of shadows and phantoms, foul in wisdom, cruel in strength, misshaping what he touched, twisting what he ruled, lord of the werewolves; his dominion was torment."

--" THE SILMARILLION," by J.R.R. Tolkien, Chapter 18: "Of the Ruin of Beleriand," written by J.R.R. Tolkien, published in 1977

Source: https://lore-master.com/f/gorthaur-sauron-and-the-isle-of-werewolves.

[thedarksorcerer]

I will purchase this abomination for any amount of money.

And if you will not sell to me I will steal it…

(Hey if you enjoy these polls I have been doing, should I create an art side blog, and post these asks there?)

[lunaryfairy]

It’s dangerous to go alone, take this

[pedrogferreira]

last spell, acrylic on paper.

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