#fucking goddess energy in this creature

[bode-rook]

LOOK AT THIS BONSAI TREE I FOUND AT WALMART

YES I BOUGHT HER

[ridingthatd]

◕◔ RYOMEN TWINS I

◔◕ itadorixfem!reader, sukunaxfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, twins breeding you, possessive, kinky asf part 1

the ryomen twins were known around the whole kingdom- more like they were feared by the whole kingdom, they hold a power no one could compare to, no one as much as dares to make eye contact with them- fearing for their life, they could destroy an entire nation just by lifting a finger- and nobody want to experience the agony of disobeying or displeasing them in anyway.

even though the twins look identically alike- they're the complete opposite of each other, after working for such a long time for them- the longest anyone worked under them without "suddenly" dying or got brutally killed. you learned to tell the difference between them.

sukuna ryomen. such a heartless man, who you can barely get a reaction out of- at first you always thought how can someone be so psychotic, how can someone hold so much evil in them, but you learned to accept it by time, you learned to live with seeing him take a bath- soaking in a solution of cursed energy formed from crushing and straining venemous creatures.

sukuna ryomen. was rough with the way he treated you, rough in a way he wouldn't care to ask about your opinion or care to open his mouth and tell you what he pleased- he would simply harshly pick you up by his lower four arms, make you sit uncomfortably with him in the disgusting of a bath- watching your every move as you gently scrub on his rough skin, and what always seem to leave you fascinated was the vibration that always leaves from his chest everytime you scrub him- purring like a huge beast. resting his huge face on the swollen of your breast as he breaths you in.

itadori yuji. he was the complete opposite of his brother, he held such a nice energy around him, he was never harsh nor aggressive in anyway towards you, he had such a gentle soul- that's at least how you felt, he would treat you like a delicate flower with so much gentility, you loved having silly little conversations with him, you loved the small walks he would walk with you- even as much as help you with laundry that he knew nothing about.

itadori yuji. he would always yell at his brother as soon as he takes a look at the finger marks he left behind from picking you up here and then, like a ragdoll- you could be doing dishes, sukuna make his way toward hold you 7 feets up the ground sniff you then place you down with a thud. itadori seems to hate it as he frowns at the marks rubbing them gently, he even goes as far as placing a kiss on them letting his lips linger there while his pink warm tongue peak out licking wetly- he makes an unbearable eye contact with you.

your heart pounds in your chest, as you hear yelling coming from itadoris office- you never ever heard itadori yelling the way he's yelling right now and it made you feel so uneasy, it made you wanna run and hide far away. you flinch once you hear the door open and loud footsteps echos in the hallway- the hallway you were in, mopping the floor.

from the shadow that's coming your way- you can tell it was sukuna with his two extra arms that his brother didn't have- or as they say he didn't wanna show. you tightly shut your eyes, holding the wooden mop praying to goddess that he would just to go his room.

but even the goddess couldn't save you from sukunas shadow that now tour over you- you can feel his warm breath on your neck as he leans in, sniffing you as always- but this time he didn't hold you nor pick you up.

you flinch again as you hear itadoris office door slam open and fast heavy foot steps comes directly your way. it was itadori- you couldn't recognize him, he look furious like a beast who was set out of the cage for the first time. glaring at sukuna.

" I fucking told you to stay away from her." he growls out, fuming at the mouth, sukuna rolls his eyes as he steps away from you and continue his way toward his bedroom yelling out a-

"I didn't touch her brother, have it however you want" that makes itadoris eyes snap to you- grabbing your arms harshly for the first time- scanning you for any marks that his brother could have left behind.

it looks like he wasn't satisfied as he picks you, holding you to tightly- to close to your liking you can feel his hard chest pressed harshly against your soft boobs- hard nipples, as he makes his way toward his bedroom closing the door loudly behind him.

he throws you on his bed, making you gasp- as you bounce, not letting you have enough time to process what's happening as he continues his scan- roughly holding your hips, pressing hard against the bed, not letting you move.

you were confused why, when was he this harsh, his soft touch were long forgotten as he hold you so painfully that you couldn't help but choke out a-

"it hurts" that seems to snap him out of it, as his eyes look at you gently and his touch loosen up a bit- looking at you worriedly but whatever his next thought was, it made his eyes darken again, his grip harden, fingers squeezing your hips, earning a pained groan from you.

"why? don't you like that" he whispers harshly against your ear as he leans in, you frown confused on what does he mean by that, you feel his warm breath against your sensitive neck, making you move your hips, trying to escape whatever is going on.

itadori trail his nose slowly down your ear taking deep breaths in, feeling his lips brush against your neck as he do, your heart is pounding as he settle one of his thick legs between your thigh, while the other is outside- caging you in.

"I don't think I quite understand what you mean, my lord." you gasp out, feeling him place his lips on the sensitive part of your neck, while his nose rub gently making it ticklish. itadori lean back to look you in the eyes- his eyes were dark, pupils expanded, staring at you hazely, as if he got drunk on your scent that he was sniffing in.

his eyes trails to your lips, your heart thumps-thumps as he leans in brushing his nose against yours still maintaining eye contact- his mouth half-open just like yours.

"I will show you" he growls out before he fully leans in and take your lips between his teeth- tugging them into his mouth, to meet his warm tongue that peak out to cares your lips, wetting them with his spit- before he fully take your lower lip in, and start sucking on it, making a hot loud wet sound,

this doesn't seem to be enough for him as he leans more in, pushing his knee into your sensitive cunt, making you moan into his mouth which only seems to drive him even more crazy, pushing his knee deeper just like his tongue that makes its way in your mouth just to meet yours.

circling wetly around it, it made you feel so light headed, the way he sucked your tongue into his mouth lapping on it likes he's a new born baby, you whimper into his mouth not realizing that you starting to arch your already dripping cunt into his knee.

"wanna breed you" itadori rasps out, as he break his tongue away from yours staring at the wet string that still connect your mouth together, he grinds his knee into your aching cunt, breathing hard against your lips.

"wanna fuck you" you whimper, your fingers tugging on his hair, letting your tongue out- in intention to tell him that you want his tongue inside your mouth again.

this move of yours drived him crazy, making him groan as he harshly gives you his tongue again swirling it around yours, while he line his throbbing cock against your leaking cunt, grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it up- grinding against your panties only.

yours lips disconnect again with a wet pop sound, as yuji trail his rough large hands under your dress making their way toward your aching nipples- twisting them against his fingers.

"wanna be inside of you now" he moans out more like to himself- his hips thrusting crazily against yours, it was to much force- to inhuman, it made you bounce hard against the bed, you couldn't do anything but grab on his hair for support- which only seemed to make yuji go even more psychotic.

"fuck, want to feel your wet cunt on my face" he growls out, flipping you so fast- that he was laying down as you straddle his face, your panties was ripped into half by itadoris teeth- like it offended him for hiding your cunt from him.

he slapped your ass so hard- you were sure it was going to leave a purple mark, you cry out, "fuck sorry won't do it again" he coo at you rubbing the spot- but he lied, he does it again and again and again, your pussy was so wet, dripping, drenched as you ride your lords face, you can slide on his face from how wet it was with your juice.

slap, slap, slap, your ass was covered with purple hand marks "more-" he laps on your 5th orgasm, "I want fucking more of this sweet little cunt" he growls out eating your cunt up eagerly, your body was limp on top of his face, your full body weight was set on his face- but he only seemed to enjoy it.

"please no more i can't-" he slurps on your clit holding your thighs hard against his face, you choke on your sobs, "I can't please- please".

he gently stroke your ass, as he mutters out "one more", and you give him exactly what he asked for, squirting all over your lords face- it was to much pleasure, you were trying to move your hips away, but he held your thighs locked into his face not freeing you till he licked every single last drop.

you thought it was over as he place you down on the bed- but you judged to quick as you take a look at his ragging cock that was covered with his own cum, seeds leaking out cumming just from eating your delicious cunt out.

your cunt clench once itadori reveals his huge cock, wanting to be filled by it, "please please" you pathetically spread your thighs, showing him your puffy red pussy from being sucked by him.

"you want me to fuck you? you want to be fucked by your lord?" he darkly questions out as he lines his cock, pushing fully in before you got time to answer.

dark, all you can see is dark, pleasure, all you can feel is pleasure, as you open your eyes gasping for air, to see itadori thrusting his hips inside of you, so fast- so hard, chanting to himself.

"fuck you're so tight, so tight" he moans out drool drips from his mouth to yours, it was to hot, to hot, "I'm going to fill with my cum, you want it? you want it?" he crazily questions as he lock his hips with yours, hovering over you, grabbing your chin just to shove his tongue deep inside your mouth, fucking it just like he's fucking your pussy.

"fuck fuck gonna fill you fuuuuuck" he growls as you feel hot cum hit your womb, you twitch underneath him, it was all to much for you- for you little human body.

itadori didn't pull out his cock was spilling since forever, still spilling even as it leaks out into his bed sheets- you whimper, as you feel him rock his hips, fucking his cum into you.

he coo at you, kissing your sweaty forehead before he pulls out, and spread your thighs just to grin crazily as he looks at the way your red puffy pussy was dripping with his cum.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ to be continued?₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ

: ̗̀➛ part 2 is 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[kinascum]

GUILTY AS SIN? - M. STURNIOLO

WARNINGS: RELIGIOUS METAPHORS, edging, male masturbation, sub!matt, use of, goddess/mistress, don’t like don't read xoxo

A/N:this is one of my favorite works, I'm fucking so happy that it's my 500 FOLLOWER fic, thank you so much everyone, I love you all.

"my bedsheets are ablaze, i screamed his name..."

Matt's skin prickled with anticipation as he approached the altar. The air was thick with the smell of incense and candle wax, and the flickering flames cast shadows on the walls. He laid down and closed his eyes, feeling the heat of her breath on his face as she asked him to say the prayers she usually says. As he began to pray, he felt a surge of energy coursing through his body, a heat that traveled all across his bed like a fire. But just as quickly, his hand was pulled away and the feeling was gone, replaced by a deep sense of longing and frustration. He knew he could never attain the ultimate release he craved, not while he worshipped his goddess. Agony ripped through his throat as he screamed out the name of his goddess with all his might, his voice pleading for mercy and release from the unrelenting punishment that he was enduring.

The searing pain in his throat was almost unbearable, but he kept on shouting, hoping that his cries would reach the divine ears of his beloved deity and she would take pity on him

."...building up like waves, crashing over my grave..."

Matt had been yearning for a release from his agony for what seemed like an eternity. His mistress had been subjecting him to unbearable suffering, and he had been pleading with her to let him let go. He had been praying fervently, hoping to be heard by his higher power. Every moment felt like a lifetime, and he whispered to himself that his pleas would eventually reach his deity, and he would be granted the relief he so desperately craved.

As he stood there, gazing up at his mistress, he suddenly heard her voice. It was like nothing he had ever heard before - beautiful, yet ominous at the same time. It was as if a pure, divine creature was singing to him. The sound flowed through him, filling him with a sense of relief that he had never experienced before. He felt his chest heave with emotion as he finally let go of all his held-back tears and agony, as he began to chant his gratitudes to the sky - to the goddess that he knew was watching over him from above. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment that he would never forget.

"...Without ever touching his skin, how can I be Guilty as Sin?"

The sensation of her touch lingered like a ghost, but he could never quite feel it. He yearned for his goddess to appear and envelop him in her embrace, amplifying the euphoria he felt. He begged and pleaded for her to reveal herself, to let her hands glide over his skin and intensify his state of bliss. However, despite his fervent prayers, she remained elusive, leaving Matt with only the memory of her touch.

Matthew found himself in a state of inner turmoil, wondering if the situation he was in was a form of punishment for his past wrongdoings. His hands were clenched tightly around his bedsheets as he struggled to maintain his composure in front of the divine figure before him, who seemed to possess an all-seeing gaze. He couldn't help but wonder how he could be held accountable for sins he had not committed, and how he could be considered guilty without ever having laid a hand on his goddess' golden, sun-kissed skin.

THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS

[queenof-curses]

A Queen's Court

True Form Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sukuna gets riled up seeing you kill in his domain.

A/n: This is a part II to The Birth of a Queen. It can be read a standalone though ;)

Tags: Minors DNI!! Explicit, Monster loving, Nasty Sex, Romantic Feelings, More Soft Dom Sukuna, Praise, DP, Size Diff.

Masterlist | More Jujutsu Kaisen

Read part I here!

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Power incarnate. That’s how strong you felt. As soon as you awoke you could feel it flow through your veins. 

A Queen. A Ruler. A Goddess. 

His Goddess. His Co-ruler. His Queen. 

Sukuna.

That night he gave you a gift. A gift of life, of love, leisure, and most importantly: death. 

You look down upon the pathetic curse that dared to enter your domain. Our Domain, you thought. How dare they.

Power ripples from your throne. Down the dias, along the steps, it reaches out towards the pitiful man standing inside your court. He had the fucking nerve. Disgusting, weak creatures, you thought. 

He cowers in fear under your gaze. 

“You were so confident… popping into our domain, thinking you had the audacity to ask MY KING a favor?!” You boasted to him. 

Your laugh was maniacal, the power seeping from you was immense. You could see it clearly, black like liquid death. It rose up from the pool of blood the man stood in. He didn’t know what to think next, so focused on your bloodlust eyes, he didn’t even notice the black tendrils climb up his body, squeezing him tight in a grip of death. You hold your fist up, showing him a cruel smile upon your lips.

“One little squeeze and it's all over.” You tease, taunting him with your hand raised.

Next to you, Sukuna shifts. Once relaxing back with a leg crossed over his lap, he now sits forward with his eyes glued to your form next to him. Curious to know what you’ll do next, he knows he wants you to squeeze. He wants to watch your devious smile turn into a laugh as you both watch the pathetic creature writhe in pain, life leaving his body. The thought of it makes him hard. He loves you like this, watching those that trespass into your territory lose their lives in the crudest of ways. You were always one for torture, a perfect partner for him. Those that entered the domain always undermined you, thinking you were weak, like some sort of pet he kept around. Oh no, he thought, you were so much more than that. You were his true equal, in both power and life. Trespassers thought of you as easy, that you would give them what they wanted. They were oh so very wrong about that.

“I’m tired of this conversation,” you said aloud, interrupting Sukuna’s thoughts. “Perish.” 

You clenched your fist and the black death struck the man in front of the dias. Sukuna reaches over to your twin throne, turning your palm up to mindlessly play with your fingers as you both watch life leave the man’s eyes. His screams turn into quiet whimpers, then nothing at all after a few minutes.

Silence surrounds you both, the intimacy of it all being soaked in. The bloodlust between the two of you turning into sexual energy. Sukuna grips the hand he touches, growling as he could smell your arousal. 

You gasp, looking over to him and admiring him in earnest. His pink hair, his strong and lean body. As you lock eyes, you watch as he inhales deeply. The scars from under his human eyes open up, revealing another set of smaller red eyes. You smile, knowing what happens next.

The grip on your hands doesn’t soften as you feel his change begin. Lean muscles start to bulge as you watch your king grow another 3 feet in height. If his throne wasn’t reinforced with curse energy, it would have shattered. His black markings stretch out over his wide chest and shoulders. Another set of arms grow from under the other ones, each just as big and burly as the former. He was huge and you absolutely loved it. 

You continued watching with a simple smile plastered on your face, your eyes were so big that they reflected the monster in front of you. With his transformation complete, Sukuna stands, taking your hand to lead you off your own throne.

“Always the gentleman, my King.” You look up at him, grinning.

“It’s Daddy now, Pet,” Sukuna demands. His tone was clipped, indicating that he was done playing.

Your smile only grows as he lifts you bridal style in his lower set of arms, your black sheer dress flowing beneath your body. “Yes Daddy,” you answer. 

He walks the both of you around the thrones and behind the dais, back to the bedroom where you originally received a part of his power. The black bed looming, memories of that night only making you wet in anticipation. 

Sukuna can smell your arousal, “Are you thinking of it, little pet? My cock impaling you and filling you up with my essence?”

“Y-Yes Sir,” you answer, rubbing your thighs together. He walks over to the large bed and places you down on top of the soft silk sheets.

He couldn’t deny it, he was thinking about it too. Your tight little hole stretched for him, his dicks twitched in anticipation. He kneeled on the bed, leaning over you, locking you between his powerful thighs beneath him. He looked down at your form, so tiny compared to him, especially in this true version of himself. If it weren’t for your power, he could break you in an instant. But he knew you could handle him. In fact, you preferred him in this form, loving how small he makes you feel. 

He reached down to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, “You’re beautiful, Y/N. My Queen.” His voice is strong, confident. 

You look up at him with big eyes, tears swelling from the admiration of your King. “I love you,” you whisper. 

“I love you too.” Sukuna states. 

His hand is still gentle on your head, caressing the side of your face. Another comes to grip your neck, applying the lightest amount of pressure. “I also love fucking you, pet,” he adds, his gaze turning feral. His eyes were malicious as he squeezed your neck even harder. Almost, But not completely cutting your airway off.

You smile back at that, letting out the smallest whimper as you gaze into his eyes. “Then do it,” you challenge. 

A slap comes down upon your face from a third hand. You love the sting that comes with it. “I’m not in the mood for brats, ask nicely and maybe I will.” He says as he massages the now tender spot on your face.

The teasing was already becoming too much. “Please fuck me, Daddy.” You pleaded, looking at him with big eyes and pouty lips.

“That’s more like it… In due time, my Queen.” He caresses your bottom lip.

Leaning back up, he keeps you caged beneath his large body, kneeling on the bed under you. A perfect view of his manhood meets your eyes as he removes his robes in front of you. He slides the robe off and throws it on the floor next to the bed, revealing his two perfectly swollen cocks. One right on top of the other. Your eyes go wide, you look up at him, silently asking for his permission.

He smirks down at you, “Go ahead, pet.” 

You reach out at the lower of the two, grasping its base, your hand barely fitting around it. Already slick with precum, you move your hand along his shaft, earning a hiss of appreciation out of him. Your eyes never leaving his, you place a soft kiss on the head of his lower cock, tongue swiping out to collect the precum oozing from its slit. Sukuna looked down at you. The scene was so erotic, it makes his other dick twitch. Catching your attention, you take the head of his second cock in your mouth, swirling the tip and suckling loudly, as both your hands please his lower member. 

Sukuna moans, “Fuck princess.. Just like that baby.”

You work his cocks in earnest, fisting his lower member and sucking his other one, savoring the taste of salty precum as it coats the inside of your mouth. You feel a hand on the back of your head, gripping your hair in a fist and guiding your mouth along his stiff shaft. He bucks his hips, enjoying the softness of your throat. “You like it when I fuck your face, baby?” You answer in muffled moans. “You love it, you little slut. You want me to fuck your throat?” He asks, staring down and your messy face. 

You moan outloud, giving up your control as he takes your head in two hands to drive his cock in and out of your mouth, fucking your face as cum and saliva mix and drip down your chin. Your hands are squeezed together, acting as another hole and pleasing his lower shaft. “Such a messy slut, you love it though. I bet you’re so fucking wet,” he growls. 

He was right. You could feel yourself drip on the sheets, pussy clenching around nothing. Desperately wishing he would fuck you soon, you look up at him through your eyelashes, squeezing your lips around dick. 

With one final thrust he holds his cock deep in your throat, relishing the sounds of you choking on his huge member. The gurgling noises were like music to his ears. He eases on his grip and pulls out of your mouth, saliva and cum smearing your face.

“Look at you, so pretty just like that…'' he states. Noticing your pout, he pats your cheeks, wiping tears away. “Don’t look at me like that, princess. I’m saving my cum just for your special little holes tonight.” Your eyes widen at that. You hate to admit it, but you loved being filled up by him. Love the way his essence leaks from your holes hours after the two of you finish. The thought made you even wetter.

Sukuna suddenly lifts himself from on top of you, only to rip your dress off your body in the process. Never one to wear underthings inside the domain, his eyes go feral at seeing you bared in front of him. You take the opportunity to bring your knees up and lean back on your elbows. Opening your legs to him, you show him just how exciting you’ve come to be. Your nipples were perked up, tiny buds standing straight and begging to be bit. Your cunt was glistening in the low light. The growls he gives goes straight to your core. You know you’re dripping wet at this point, and your legs separate even more to present yourself to him like a gift. 

“You wicked little thing,” he comments as he brings a hand to your pussy, rubbing his palm against your center. 

Something large and warm plays with your lower lips, separating them as you moan at the unexpected intrusion. “Oh fuck!” you yelp, bucking your hips. A trick you were used to, but feels amazing every time. The mouth on his palm toys with your cunt, tempting your hole and then moving up to circle your clit. Edging you on, Sukuna watches as you write under his tongue. 

Moving too much for his liking, he takes two arms to hold your hands over your head. Forcing your eyes upon his, he watches as his tongue toys with your clit slowly, applying the perfect amount of pressure to bring you close to your orgasm.

“Please… Daddy, please!” You begin to beg.

“Please what, Pet?” He answers, a cruel smile on his face as he stops suckling on your bud.

“I need to cum… please, let me cum sir!” You're melting under his gaze, the speed of his tongue suddenly picks up and you throw your head back in bliss. It was perfect. 

“Cum on my fucking hand, little pet. I want to taste you.”

Finally answering your pleas, his fourth arm snakes down to your slit, fingers toying up and down to collect your juices. Just as you were about to beg again, he sinks two large fingers deep into your cunt. “Ah…fuck, it feels so good!” You respond.

His fingers drive in and out of you at a fast pace. Sukuna’s wet, warm tongue was toying with your little bud of nerves. It was all enough to send you over. You cry out as you cream on his hands, your taste so sweet on his lips. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your body shakes as he fingerfucks you through your release, relishing the way your body tightens around him, practically begging for his cock in you. 

Coming down from your high, you knew it was unlike him to allow you a moment of rest when he is in this form. Taking your body in a set of arms he flips you over on the bed. Your legs still like jelly, he maneuvers them in the position he wants you in. Knees spread wide, he arranges your body on all fours facing away from him.

“Stay still pet, I love you like this.” He leans to whisper in your ear.

It has you breaking out in goosebump. Whimpering under his gaze, you mindlessly shift from side to side. 

*Slap*

It echoes across the room, your ass jiggles from the intensity. “Fuck…” you say breathlessley. 

“I said keep still, brat.” 

“Sorry Daddy,” you reply. 

He holds your hips still in a set of hands, pushing your ass cheeks apart to give him a complete view of your hole. He cracks a smile as he notices your asshole twitching in anticipation. You knew what was coming next. You trusted him completely.

Taking two fingers, he sinks them back into your waiting cunt and you moan out. Massaging your insides, he collects as much of your nectar as he can and trails it up to your asshole. Noticing you tense up, a mouth suddenly appears at one of the hands on your hips, warm and welcoming. Littering kisses and marks that he knows you’ll wear with pride. 

“Relax, my Queen,” he reminds you.

It’s all he has to say for you to obey, sinking your front half down to give him better access to both your holes. He circles your puckered hole with wet fingers before slowly inserting one inside. You moan at the intrusion, relishing the slight pain it gives you. Sting morphs into pleasure as you quickly adjust and welcome in a second finger. Rocking back into his hand, he growls at your eagerness. It felt so good, him toying with you. Your pleasure was increasing as you thought about him impaling his cock in you.

Loving the way you moan for him, Sukuna grips your hips tighter as he watches you fuck your asshole on his hand. A rumble sounds from his chest as he pulls his fingers away from you. Pushing your head deep into the mattress, he’s done waiting and preparing you. He needs to fuck you now. 

“So eager for me, princess. I’m going to fuck you now; fill both your holes up for you. That’s what you want, isn’t it you little slut?”

You could only moan in response, too far gone to think straight. You can only think of him ramming his cocks in your holes, wanting him to coat you in his cum. 

With one hand holding your head down, he guides both members to your entrances. Not bothering to enter one at a time, no, he thinks, my little slut wants both her holes filled now. He grins down at you.

He stretches both your holes open onto his dripping cocks, both large and equal in size, he knows how much you love the pain that accompanies them. Your moans fill the room, feeling yourself open up for your King, your wetness mixing with his precum making it easier. He slowly sinks the heads in, watching himself disappear inside of you.

Inch by inch, you can feel the stretch in your pussy, the pressure on your asshole. You're a moaning mess underneath him.

“That’s it, Y/N, you take me so well. That’s it, babygirl, keep going.” He encourages your body as he works both your holes open for himself. Another inch or so and he’s completely seated inside of you.

You felt incredibly full, his two huge cocks filling you up, each well over 10 inches. Taking your hips, he pulls out only to snap his hips back into place, meeting yours with a loud slap. 

“Fuck!” you cry out, tears welling in your eyes. It feels so good, the pain mingling with pleasure as Sukuna pulls out again, snapping his hips against yours in a hard, steady pace. He watches as your ass bounces from the force.

He growls out in his own pleasure, “Y/n baby, you’re fucking gripping me.” He reaches down and cups your breasts in each of his hands. One hand toys with your nipples, a mouth occasionally appearing to nibble on your perked bud. The other squeezes your tit in appreciation, loving your softness to his hard body.

His pace picks up, driving in and out of your holes, your cunt clenching around one member as your asshole grips the other not wanting to let go. You felt incredibly full, loving the way he presses into you deeply. The slaps get louder and he drills himself in and out of you, wet sounds squelching from your weeping cunt. He fucking loved how tight you were, always so ready to please him in whatever way he wanted.

Of course you wanted to please him, as he loved pleasing you. Wicked little thing, he thought. 

He grabs your hair and pulls, earning a loud groan from you and arching your back even more. Your ass bouncing from the force of his fat cocks. He’s mesmerized with the view. He leans down and spits on your asshole, the sound lewd as he watches it mix with both your juices.

In and out, his cocks drive you insane. His grip pulling your hair tight, your whole body being rocked forward from his wanton thrusts, your breasts bouncing in beat. He releases your hips, pulling you completely up by your hair. You cry out, your back meeting his front. 

“Don’t think I’m done with you just yet my little cocksleve. I said I was going to fill you up, and I plan on it.” He growls into your ear, a tongue poking out to play with your lobe. He nibbles it and kisses down your neck. His hot breaths make your pussy clench around him, you loved how erotic he was. How demanding he became. How cruel he could fuck you. 

He pushes you off of him and his cocks, and you whimper at the loss of contact. Flipping you to face him he picks you up like a ragdoll. He was huge in his monster form, and you fucking loved it. Wrapping your arms up and around his neck, your eyes widened as he drove his cocks back into you. This position deep, his angle brushing against that swollen bundle of nerves. The sensation was perfect.

“Shit!” you cried out, wrapping your arms around him. Two hands came to rest on your hips, holding you to him. The others were on your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. He was opening your holes up for him even more, stretching you over his hard members. “Fuck! Please fuck me Daddy! Fill me up!” 

“You want me to breed your asshole and tiny cunt? Want me to fill you up until you're bloated with my seed?” He teases. His smile was cruel, but it only turned you on more.

“Yes! Please Sir! Breed me, Fill me up!” you screamed. You couldn’t take it, your orgasm approaching fast in this position. Sukuna knew it too. Knew he had the control of your release. 

He slowed his pace, leisurely thrusting in and out of you, only teasing your clit along his shaft. Your moaning is drawn out, morphing into cries for release.

“How bad does my little slut want it? Tell me. Tell me how much you love it.” He continued to slowly move you up and down his shafts, lightly pumping his hips and using you like a sleeve.

You look up at his face, his four eyes staring down at you, red and demanding. You felt so small in his arm, knew you’d do anything for this curse in front of you. Tears slip from your eyes. You were done for. Your orgasm was so close. Your final thread of control snapped. “PLEASE! Please Daddy! I need to cum. I want you to fuck the shit out of me. Fill me up, please please please!” You were a begging mess, it made his dicks twitch. He loved to watch you like this, so desperate and fucked dumb. 

“Anything for you, my Queen,” he says, softly. He places a light kiss on your forehead.

Driving up into you, Sukuna’s grip on your hips is bruising as he watches your tits bounce with the beat of his cocks. The slaps of your hips loud, the speed aggressive. You were screaming. His shaft toyed with your clit perfectly, finally sending you over the edge. Your asshole and pussy tightened on his members as you finished on him, coating his cocks in your release. 

“Fuck Princess, you’re milking my fucking cocks,” Sukuna groans out. His hips don’t let up, fucking you through your orgasm as he nears his own. His cocks twitch from your tightness, as they drive into you with reckless abandon. “Shit, take it all, my little slut,” he growls out, releasing his seed into your holes. 

You can feel his cum fill you up, coating your insides in a milky white liquid. You sigh out, loving the feeling he leaves you with. Holding his cocks in you, your holes extract every last drop. You feel the heat begin to seep out from where you are joined. Your eyes grow heavy, your body weak. You felt pleasantly full and sated.

You turn your head up, locking eyes with your King. He looks down at your tiny self in appreciation, grunting his praise. Pulling out, your holes leak onto the bed below you. Sukuna loved to see it, eyes wandering approvingly over your body that was marked and marred by him. 

“You’re beautiful like this, Y/N.” 

You giggle in response, already laying down across the bed. With your eyes cracked open, you watch as he shrinks back down to his man-like form. His second set of arms disappeared and his height decreased. Although you love his monster, his human form won’t take up all the space in the bed. You smile to yourself as you drift off to sleep, messy or not, you’ll worry about that later. 

“I love you, my King.”

“I love you too, now sleep.” 

Thank you for reading! All Likes/Reblogs/Notes mean the most! <3

[hushhushchild]

18+ only!

This is a very very fluffy piece, but it’s still nsfw. Found inside is gender neutral reader, fingering, gentle bondage (criminally underrated imo), and of course monsterfucking. Enjoy ~

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“Have you ever considered fucking a Godess?”

The words through her pristine teeth clatter to the table. Fuck… a God. Now, you’re no virgin. This world has a bounty of monsters and creatures — you’d be a fool not to explore the options. But a God? It’s intriguing, to say the least.

Something drew you to the elven woman, from all the way across the bar. Some magnetism, some gravity, some force of nature you can’t quite explain. Truthfully, you should’ve gone home an hour ago. But that’s not how the night went…

The world heaves around you. Flashing colors. Strange sounds. You swear that you’re about to die, that it’s all over, that this was one mistake too far. Through the whirlwind of sensation, a sturdy lifeline drags you back. An arm — her arm — wraps around your waist.

Suddenly, it stops. The environment around you crystallizes into that of a brilliant rainbow forest. Flowers and ferns form your bed. It’s… resplendent. A lush, soft hand wipes the tears from your cheeks.

The goddess to your side giddily grins. Her elven features have morphed, sharpened, into a sight that captures your breath and refuses to let go.

Her eyes glimmer a verdant green, one that matches her newly mossy skin. It’s soft, when it grazes against the structure of your face. She seems curious. Excited.

Her touch dances on your skin. It waltzes from your face to the cleft between your shoulder and neck. It slides down your chest, dips into your stomach, and finally takes a bow right before your thighs.

The touch alone sends a flutter through your spine. A tiny moan leaks out through your lips. Twisting vines swirl around your limbs, not too tight, but enough to stop you from squirming away.

Up… and down. Soft. Smooth. Much less rough than any other monster you’ve fucked. Your body hardly even recognizes the sensation as pleasure — more akin to that of a massage — until it begins to mount.

Unlike the jagged, writhing orgasm ripped out of you by a werewolf or orc, this nearly catches you by surprise. It begins in your core… some warmth, a pulsing energy, the rising tide.

Before long, you fall off the edge. Plummeting into a climax. It sends your whole body into overdrive, shaking and moaning and writhing against the vines which bind you. Your love thoroughly coats her hand, with the rest splashing down onto the flowerbed below.

Honestly, I might continue this one if I have the motivation. It was 90% a writing practice, 10% a desire for fluff in my life. I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing!

[cutthroatcarnival]

Revered Deity, Unknown Hero (1/10)

This is a special one! Thank you @bokettochild for allowing me to write a fic using your God of War!Warriors idea! It was super fun to write. :)

Read chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Find it on AO3 here!

Divine and Draconic Differences

The skies were clear and the weather was pleasant as the heroes congregated outside of Wild and Flora’s Hateno home. It was peaceful, a nice and welcomed reprieve from the era before.

Wind, a still growing teenager, was overflowing with energy, tugging around an equally as eager Hyrule, to explore everything possible. He had his spyglass out, sweeping across the vast land of the Wild Era. Every so often, he’d hand his spyglass over to the traveler to allow him a go.

His telescope was focused on a chasm far out, watching the remaining wisps of gloom fade into the air. Mesmerized by the red-purple, he didn’t fully register the white-blue on the edge until it had blocked his view.

“Wild! What the fuck is that?!” Keeping his focus on the serpentine creature in the sky, he heard Wild approach his side with the familiar sound of him activating his slate’s scope mode.

“That’s Naydra, one of the dragons.”

That… didn’t look like a dragon. Dropping his spyglass from his eye, Wind fixed Wild with a stare. The scarred hero stared back.

“Don’t look at me like that. There’s three dragons, they’re all servants of the springs. Naydra happens to be the servant of the Spring of Wisdom, which is,” he grabbed Wind’s shoulder and spun him around, pointing to a mountain peak covered in snow, “right on that peak over there.” Wind moved his gaze to the mountain peak, following Wild’s finger. He could see the vague shape of pillars.

“Huh… so you have dragons too? They look different from mine.” Wind began walking back to the rest of the group, who had been listening in on the conversation, no matter how hard they tried hiding it. Wild took a few seconds to decipher the information, and ran to catch up with the sailor.

“What do you mean “you too”? I didn’t know anyone else had dragons!” Wind shrugged.

“Like I said, mine are different, like Valoo. He was a sky spirit I met during my first adventure. And the only one that didn’t try to kill me.” He plopped down next to Warriors, who offered the young hero one of the apples he had.

“Still! Does anyone else have dragons?” All hands went up except for the smithy, who looked utterly confused as he mouthed dragons over and over, eyes swirling different colors.

“In my defense, all of my dragons wanted to kill me.” Hyrule exclaimed, being seconded by Time, Twilight, Warriors, and Legend.

The five heroes delved into further conversation about their draconic enemies. Wind wiggled into the group, chattering about the gleeoks he fought. Wild chimed in about having to fight gleeoks as well, explaining about the King Gleeoks residing in hard-to-reach locations.

“The dragons I know serve Hylia.” A few grimaced at the mention of the goddess, but the dislike was outweighed by the curiosity of Sky’s dragons.

“The three of them were assigned to watch over different provinces of the Surface. They also protected the sacred flames, and held parts of the Song of the Hero.”

Wild was immediately upon Sky, spitting out questions with very little breaths between, all centered on what they looked like, if they had any powers, and anything of the sort.

“Of course they have powers, they guard and protect the Triforce. Even the gods wouldn’t be able to reach it with them guarding the key to it.

Gods and Goddesses were a touchy subject. Some were openly hostile towards them, others in the middle, and some revered them. Yet, the topic always raised an interesting thought; just how many are there?

“Do you think there’s more than just Hylia?” Came Four’s voice, eyes shining a curious violet.

“There’s the light spirits in my era,” Twilight rested his chin in his palm, “Ordona, Lanayru, Eldin, and Faron. They protect the regions they share names with.”

“Oh, and the Golden Goddesses! They’re the ones that submerged Hyrule!” Wind piped up, leaning against Warriors, who grimaced as the sailor’s sharp elbow dug into his thigh.

A soft hum emitted from Time, who had been running his fingers along his markings, a pensive look across his face. Wild bounded off of Sky, and settled next to Twilight.

“I know of one! Legends talk about a Fierce Deity… they say that if one dons his armor and mask they gain godlike power.”

Time gave a sharp inhale, and his fingers dropped from his face.

Others shook their heads, either not having any other gods, goddesses, or deities in their time, or having the same ones as someone else.

“Not anymore.”

Eight heads turned towards Sky, who had found a stick and was whittling absentmindedly, a stormy look across his face. They all shared a few glances- curiosity, and a little bit of fear.

‘Not anymore’?

“Oh! There is another- the Deity of War.” Hyrule broke the silence, fingers tying blades of grass into circles while his gaze rested on the other heroes.

“Isn’t that the same as the Fierce Deity?” Twilight cocked his head.

Legend scoffed.

“Many think that, but”, he stood up and turned so he was facing all eight heroes, “they are different. He’s the Deity of War, exactly as his name implies; a powerhouse on the battlefield, calculated and quick. The Fierce Deity doesn’t focus on war, he focuses on ferocity, on power, on courage. It’s in their names, it really is that simple.”

The veteran launched further into an explanation about the two, pointing out the similarities and differences, both surface level and deeper. Pointed ears all upright, revealing without words how invested they were in this newly learned-about deity.

Wild shot up out of his seat and ran to the house, slamming the door open, sounds of rustling and clanging could be heard, and the heroes remaining shared concerned glances. The current era’s hero came racing back out- not bothering to shut the door- with a book in his grasp.

“Legends Throughout the Ages” read the title of the book in intricate gold. The book itself seemed to be in good condition, missing the normal wear and tear they had seen on other things in the champion’s era.

“I know about him! Flora was talking about some books she had found in the castle,” he thumbed through the pages, “and she thought I would like this one… Aha!” Wild smoothed the book to lay flat on pages marked with blue fabric scraps.

On the pages were long paragraphs of stories and legends of the deity, exploring where he originated from and what eras his legends came from. Taking up a sizable portion of the right page was an image.

“Hey, he kind of looks like Warriors!”

Wind grabbed the book from Wild and pranced back over to the captain, who only raised an eyebrow at him, his now finished apple set off to the side. The sailor raised the book next to Warriors and basked in the ‘oohs’ when they realized that their youngest was right.

The picture and the captain looked nearly identical; only differentiated by the gold and blue markings on the deity’s face, blank eyes, and the color of the armor- a vibrant gold- and the tunic- a pale cream.

Snatching the book, Warriors scanned over the page, lingering on the photo a little longer.

“I don’t see it.”

That caused an uproar, as Wind and Wild both pounced on the captain, claiming that he was wrong and everyone could very well see it, while Hyrule just looked at the captain like he had grown a second head. The others groaned quietly.

There goes the relaxing day they were hoping for.

[nicos-w101-liveblog]

for the wizblr ask meme: your wizard's relationship(s) with morganthe, dyvim, and their school's ravenwood professor! /from dyvimwhitehart :3

Malorn & Dworgyn

Very positive. They came back to Wizard City after Krokotopia and was immediately fuming upon seeing Malorn still teaching younger students. Y'know, after the Death School had been found again. By them.

Years later, after Nico's graduated, Malorn looks at them and sees the bright-eyed child they used to be. He remembers answering their never-ending questions on how the summons worked. How fascinated they were at the idea that the creatures didn't exist outside of when they were cast, and how they promised their Dark Sprite that they'd summon her even outside of battle so she could ee the world. How that promise was kept, as Nico could often be seen with the Dark Fairy on their shoulder.

Dworgyn, even with nothing left to teach them, still sees them often. They visit to make sure that Ambrose has stopped sending new students to Malorn. Not once interrupting the class until Dworgyn calls them to the front to demonstrate the lesson. He does this to give them a brief break from... everything. They can't find it in them to say no. He always brings them a snack when he catches them in Mortis' branches.

And, well... Malistaire kind of counts, right? They never really knew him, outside of what they'd heard from everybody else. He was great, he was terrible, he was evil, insane, amazing- Not once had they ever met him outside of conversations they weren't a part of.

But they knew his story. And god- what they'd have given to have a proper conversation about grief with the poor man. But it never happened, because he was hell-bent on his goal. And they killed him. Still only a pre-teen, they killed the teacher their peers still somewhat idolized. They stopped feeling, after that. Decided it'd be easier to do everyone's dirty work if they weren't emotionally invested.

But then Morganthe used him on Xibalba.

Morganthe

In the beginning, it wasn't personal. They were going through the motions. Another day another villain, right? Fuck- and to think they were actually enjoying learning Sun and Star spells.

They were just... tired. Going through the motions. Save Celestia, save Zafaria, save Avalon, save-

Azteca.

It wasn't personal. Until Xibalba. She made a mockery of the man who went insane out of grief. Either that, or she summoned his soul from the afterlife and is denying him his final rest. The man they put to rest. If not a mockery of him, it's a mockery of Necromancy.

When they killed her, they didn't cry. They didn't fall apart at the seams and have a panic attack over yet another death by their hands. They asked Grandmother Raven - the goddess in their head, who they've known to be the Raven for a while, now - to show them. To let them watch as she was torn apart by her butchered song. To be naught but energy.

And they leave.

Dyvim Whitehart

The first person in a while that Nico felt he could actually trust. The first to ever fight alongside them with some amount of skill. The first to not just say "thanks" and move on. The first to actually ask them questions and get to know them as a person.

Their first actual friend in... a long while. Someone who actually took the time to learn the ASL alphabet from them, and was patient enough for them to fingerspell out whole sentences. The one to suggest shorter signs for certain words they used often. He was the first person they gave a Sign Name to. (they made sure to incorporate their sign for Shield into it)

Then they watched him die. They shouted, loudly, and it was the first time anyone nearby had even heard their voice. The first time they'd heard their voice, after so long. It came out wheezy and cracked and high and - god they couldn't even laugh without feeling immeasurable pain, let alone mourn. The coughing fit afterwards was such a mess, they were shocked to see there was no blood. They honestly wished there was.

Maybe then Ambrose or anyone would step in.

But why would he? Why would those bastards even think to let them mourn their first real friend when Morganthe was on the loose.

So they did their best to just... forget about it. To distract themself with more Quests and more busywork. To find the mindset they had before ever even meeting him.

And when he comes back they sob - as much as it hurts them to, they do - and borderline tackle him. And they're a teary-eyed, coughing-sobbing, emotional mess as everything they'd suppressed comes flooding to the surface. None of it comes out anything even vaguely word-like but they're scolding him and mourning him and loving him (platonically) all in the same sentence

And wow showing emotions after repressing them for nearly three years was... well... painful. (I think arc two is way longer than arc 1, in universe. Arc 1 would be maybe 1.5 years? so they're around 16-17 now) But Dyvim helped them through it all. Through every emotion they'd felt and now struggled to even name. Through making their way to Morganthe and how they felt about feeling nothing about it. Through everything.

They visit Khrysalis often, throughout their next adventures. Whenever there's no sense of urgency. Just to talk to the one person who actually listens.

[bernkastel11]

Anthony: Do you love me?

Roise: No

Anthony: Wow that's so straightforward, I thought we would have to go through 100 chapters for that or something

Roise: I like being true and don't prolong needless stuff, especially when it's about my feelings towards you

Roise: WTF do you think we are in? Some kind of stupid typical cheap romance novels? It's not a fairy tale we're in

Roise: You didn't actually think I love you right?

Anthony: Well 😀-

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Roise: Stop sucking on my tits

Roise: You're not a Baby

Anthony: Honey, I'm your Baby 😚

Anthony: Also my mom died in childbirth so you can get it

Roise: Oh fucking hell, I didn't want my teacher expertise to work at times but fuck!

Roise: HE HAS MOMMY ISSUES!

Anthony: ☺️

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Roise: I called Anthony a good-for-nothing and now he has been angry at me for days

Anthony: That's a mean thing to tell me!

Roise: Dear, you had been told you're the most special boy in the world when you were a kid

Roise: Someone gotta tell you how much of a Bitch you are now

Anthony: ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Roise: Don't give me that face, Rat

Roise: Also if you want a place to vent your anger, stay out of my room, who the fuck stay in the room of the one they're angry with?

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Roise: I wanna kiss you until you suffocate and die

Anthony: Aww, that's so sweet, Roise! You're such a Succubus!

Roise: My power can literally suck the life energy out of any living creature and absorb into my Body, so yes you're right

Anthony: That's actually so hot 😏

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Roise: *exists*

Anthony: She's mine now

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Roise: I wanna try out this new lipstick

Anthony: How?

Roise:*applies lipstick to her lips*

Roise: *pull Anthony towards her*

Anthony: Agh-

Roise: *kiss the hell out of and all over his face*

*1 minute later*

Roise: *stops and pulls Anthony away*

Roise: Well this color is actually quite good for my lips

Anthony: *dazed AF* I love you so much, my goddess~

Roise: Of course, you do

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Roise: *wears a bunny onesie pajama cuz it's comfy and she's in her room*

Anthony: 🏃 HONEY I'M COMING!

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

So, I was on Twitter, and I saw one of the Genshin accounts talking about something that confused them. And it involved the topic that I'm actually very interested in.

We're both incredibly enamored with the fact that half of the overworld scenery in the game is a result of some god somewhere performing some kind of epic feat.

The Harr Islands(GAA) being Barbatos terraforming Mondstadt to clear the snow and ice.

Guyun Stone Forest being Morax pinning gods down with his spears so they can't threaten Liyue anymore.

Yashiori Island and Orobaxi's corpse being bisected clean through being Beelzebul's way of handling a 'threat' to Inazumans.

The Rainforest being Greater Lord Rukkhadevata trying to bring life back to the land Celestia ruined with a Divine Nail.

Dragonspine's perpetual Winter, Tsurumi's perpetual Fog(prior to the Traveler's interference), and Sumeru's desert being Celestia nuking civilizations supposedly to clear Abyssal corruption.

The Harvisptokhm in the Sumeru Desert being the efforts of 3 goddesses to hold off the infestation of Abyssal creatures during The Cataclysm.

The Eternal Oasis being King Deshret's attempt at preserving a resting place for the Goddess of Flowers.

Watatsumi Island existing at all being Orobaxi removing the odd growths he'd sprouted in the Dark Sea and using them to make an island for the people of Enkanomiya to live on up on the surface.

Enkanomiya's present circumstances being because of a massive war between 2 alien beings that both thought they should rule a planet neither owned.

The Chasm being the way it is because a golden chariot fell from the heavens and fucked everything up, followed afterward by a Divine Nail at some point.

And so this Twitter account was asking the question of why, if all these gods are capable of such massive feats of power, aren't the playable versions just as badass?

And it suddenly hit me.

Almost all of the gods were killed in the Archon War(as I think it was Celestia's way of culling the herd of potential threats). There are very few beings left behind who could pose enough of a threat for a god with such power to have to use it. Zhongli and Ei are literally pulling their punches every day because why would you summon the power to cut an island in half, or summon spears the size of mountains for a Treasure Hoarder whose chosen weapon is a shovel? And hell, even with humans using Delusions like the Fatui, they are literally no match. At all. It'd be overkill and a waste of energy.

Me also realizing that this is probably why playable gods/godly beings are so different from their lore versions. The Archons/Dragon Sovereigns should technically the best for their elements if you have them all C6'd, so them being strongest makes sense based on what each can do. But they're a far cry from what they 'used to be' compared to their lore selves in the story.

It almost feels like the day I learned that Mora being used to Ascend Weapons has actual lore implications because the power in it, from being created by the Geo Gnosis specifically, gave it special properties that let it change/enhance Weapons.

[luck-and-larceny]

(I haven't written anything in awhile, so I'm just going to start throwing words onto this post and hope they turn into something...)

Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not usually in the business of being kind.

I'm not usually in any business, actually. I'm work averse! No business. All pleasure, thanks.

But if I were to be described as being in some kind of business it wouldn't typically be acts of service to other people. It's a waste of time expending so much energy for no personal benefit, so what I've been doing lately is, frankly, absolutely out of character. I don't even know why I'm doing this.

Well, no. That's not entirely true. I'm doing this because she said she doesn't believe she matters to anyone. She said if she disappeared no one would notice.

As someone who disappears for a living (not as a real job– we've already discussed that– but often as a means to stay living) my first thought was, “No one noticing if you disappear is kind of the whole point.” But I understood what she meant. She wanted people to think about her when she wasn't around.

I suppose I should mention I don't really know anything at all about this woman. Or at least I didn't. She didn't tell me any of that. She told her diary which she'd left open on her bedside table on the evening I'd snuck in to steal from her. And of course I read it! Did you really think I'd draw some kind of line on my willingness to invade privacy when breaking and entering? Come on.

And wasn't I irrefutable proof that someone thought about her when she wasn't around? Thinking about her being around or not being around occupied a lot of space in my brain! Would she appreciate it if I left a note saying as much? “Hey! I definitely noticed your absence!-- Your Thief!”

Probably not.

The point is: I felt bad for her. I wanted this stranger to feel important. So I put back everything I was going to steal and left her place exactly as it was before I'd entered.

Ha! That's a joke. Obviously, I'd never do that.

I stole a page from the diary on which she'd tested brush strokes. No words. Just a series of vertical lines to get used to how much pressure the quill required. A useless page from an intensely personal document. Just my style. I left a bottle of dark red ink. If she saw it she might think, “I don't remember buying that…” but it'd be so innocuous it'd probably never occur to her someone had been there and left it behind.

But to the point: I couldn't stop thinking about her diary. She said she had difficulty opening up to people because she just didn't feel very interesting. She worked all day and afterwards she went back home. She had no hobbies or skills. She had no friends. She had no family.

She had a crush at work, but she felt too awkward to start a conversation with her. She wanted to try making pottery, but thought it'd be too expensive to get into. She couldn't take time off work for the classes anyway.

Well.

Well.

Lucky for her, she's got herself a brand new Robber Godmother ready to make all her wishes come true via crime spree!

First, stalking. I spent about a week watching her at her job at a bakery. I watched her boss. Her co-workers. Her crush. They made really adorable cakes and pastries in the shape of little woodland creatures. So right away I could confirm that, without a doubt, she was an idiot.

No skills!? Bitch, you just spent the day making a cake that looks like a nutkin. I'm lucky when I make a cake that looks like a fucking cake!

It didn't take too long to figure out who the crush was. There was a wildly attractive woman who worked there who commanded the attention of every single person in every room she walked into.

Except Lana (my mark). While everyone else looked at the cake goddess, Lana was always looking at someone else.

And I was going to make sure that someone else started looking at Lana too.

[toesucker416]

Saw a "Strawhats as Percy Jackson houses" post and it pissed me off so badly I'm making my own.

Luffy: legacy born to Dragon, the World's Worst criminal, son of Garp, the Hero of the Marines, who we will discuss later. That said, given how Luffy is, who Dragon is, and the Will of D in general, I think Eris, goddess of Strife is a good one.

Zoro: a dignified warrior with strong "fuck around and find out" energy. If he's not drinking, he's napping, and if he's not doing either of those, he's training. Textbook son of Ares (the post was actually right about this)

Sanji: his whole story falls apart without Judge and Sora, and yet, who's to say Sora has to be his bio mom? Son of Athena, who, fascinated with Judge's attempts to perfect life, saw fit to help. Sora gives birth to mundane (for a given value of mundane, they're still genetically enhanced) triplets. Athena is simultaneously proud and disappointed in him, because he's so smart, but then he's so stupid

Usopp: the original post said Hephaestus, and while I don't think that's inaccurate, we can do better. Usopp is the skill monkey of the crew. Before somebody comes along to specifically do something, he's the one doing it. He's the de facto shipwright and musician before those spots are filled, and even after, he's the de facto trickster. In Arlong Park, when Luffy describes Usopp's role, it's not that he can shoot from long distances, it's that he can lie. So I'm saying Hermes kid.

Nami: this one's hard to say. One of the simplest backstories, and yet, such a multifaceted character. Navigator. Cartographer. Thief. I almost wanna put her in Hermes with Usopp, but that feels like cheating. Still, I don't have a better idea at the moment, so I'll just stick with that.

Chopper: that is a reindeer.

Robin: not a demigod. She has enough problems being the sole survivor of a buster call, the only one who can read the Poneglyphs, and having the largest starting bounty in history. I entertained the idea of making her an Athena kid, but it felt wrong somehow.

Franky: the original post and I see eye to eye on this one. Franky is an orphan from nowhere who builds war machines as a teenager. He's so clearly a Hephaestus kid.

Brook: Son of Hades, a forbidden child. Old enough and spent enough years isolated that he doesn't get why this is such a big deal.

Jinbe: As much as I'd love to make the First Son of the Sea a son of Poseidon, I feel as if his story works best if he earned his strength and reputation.

Right, crew out of the way, let's get to some extras. Yonko first.

Whitebeard: Zeus. Zeus isn't just the God of thunder and the sky, he's also the king of the gods. That makes him a god of hospitality, as well. And what's more hospitable than adopting literally hundreds of children because growing up an orphan sucked so bad? Not to mention that, within Riordan's continuity at least, Zeus is the worst deadbeat of the lot, so making his son the pinnacle of fatherhood in Shonen anime just feels right.

Big Mom: Also Eris. Big Mom and Luffy are, fundamentally, the same. Two gluttons who want freedom and equality for all, with horrible abandonment issues. The difference being, Luffy had Shanks to set a good example for him, while Big Mom had a life of crime. If their roles were reversed, they would have each other's lives, and we'd be watching Big Mom Piece (ngl that'd go so hard)

Kaido: Kaido is something called an Oni, but what does that mean? It looks like he has horns and he's stupid big. I kinda want Kaido not to be a demigod, because he's a monster. The King of the Beasts, the World's Strongest Creature, a dragon waiting in a castle for someone to kill him.

Shanks: Manga spoilers in this one. You've been warned.

We recently learned that Shanks is Figarland Shanks, son of Figarland Garling, leader of God's Knights. He's a celestial dragon. I'm not sure if you've seen One Piece, but celestial dragons aren't good people. They steal, rape, and kill with impunity, and Garling is especially cold blooded among them. However, the celestial dragons are also an example of Oda doing Nature vs Nurture again, and Shanks is his example of that. Shanks is found in a box by the Roger Pirates at God Valley, and the King of the Pirates chooses to raise Shanks as his own. Anyways, Shanks is mortal, although all the CD's are probably legacies.

Blackbeard: I'm not saying anything on this one until we get more backstory. For a placeholder answer, I'll say Apate, goddess of deceit.

Buggy: Aphrodite, because have you seen that man's sex appeal? Plus, people believe him way too easily, he gotta be charmspeaking.

That's it for Yonko, let's get the original three Admirals, and then some important miscellaneous characters and we'll call it a day.

Akainu: who needs to be a demigod when you're HIM? Wallahi we're not ready.

Being serious, though, I'm a "Rocks Pirates killed Akainu's family" truther. His narrative role is best fit by him being just some guy.

Aokiji/Kuzan: Speaking of fan theories, he's 100% Brook's son.

Kizaru: Given how he usually drones when he talks, and he never seems to take things seriously, I'm saying Dionysus. I will double down on this if/when he betrays Saturn.

Garp: remember a thousand years ago, when I talked about Zoro and his "fuck around and find out" energy? Yeah, Garp regularly talks shit about world nobles *to their faces.* Ares for sure.

Roger: I'm feeling either just some guy, or Athena. Something about the search for the One Piece, a quest for lost knowledge and absolute freedom, feels very Athena to me.

Ace: See Roger. That's the only part of his story I'm touching, because his backstory is lowkey perfect.

Sabo: just some guy. He was always just some guy that Luffy and Ace liked, and it's one of his greatest qualities in a story littered with lineages of heroes and special races.

[yeetspace]

So my brain is stupid and smart ways and smart and stupid ways. It decided that reasonably because now there's this massive creature no longer being powered by the crucible, where the fuck would all that energy go? Well obviously to Melania upon her birth in which she is now a goddess of The crucible, thusly an omen and is thrown into the sewers fashioning a band of metal to cover her eyes as so that she might obfuscate her own body from her view.

[zorkaya-moved]

' I am not the seraphic ideal so many paint me to be! ' songbird loses control of her carefully crafted persona, ' just for once, I want to be loved! I want to be choked by true love until I weep with joy and revelry! so, chain me, if you like! possess me! love me, Apostle, love me! fulfill the frantic wish that even all this fame could never fulfill! fulfill me! I will sing away all that haunts you, I will hypnotize you and remove all of your burden. I will give you peace. ' ( shall we be a bit fucking insane 😳 )

@scrtilegii

There is never trust in anything that looks divine. Divinity is a lie and the gods are cruel. There is deep unsettlement whenever the concept of religion and holiness comes into place. She, who has used religion and holiness, witnessed all it had done to the minds of others. The seraphs will be praised, people will kneel before them and pray upon their salvation (Cleanse me, cleanse me, cleanse me) while forgetting the true nature of these creatures. But the galaxy seems to be filled with more than just ideals and ideations, it is filled with those who live such lives through and through. 

I was the god, the saint, the destroyer, the devil, the sinner, the peasant and the empress. I was everything and nothing, I took on roles of holy worship and satanic rituals. This body is not pure and it will never, it’s been tainted by more than others fear. The energy of Honkai found its way to deep, altering everything and anything it came into contact with. 

The maiden of lying masks tells her, persona slipping and she looks all the more beautiful in her imperfections. The wings on her head are lies told by those who wish to take them for granted, and Zarina thinks their white color is beautiful and pretty when coming together with Robin’s general color palette. The soft blue, the gentle touch of the sky in her hair and such a gentle shade of green in her eyes. The winter within her craves to have more of these colors inside of it, to dance in a flurry of snow around her to witness all that she is and to preserve in memory and in ice the sight of her beauty. 

There is never trust in anything that looks divine, but there is trust in the one who lets her facade fall and expose her selfishness. There is trust in the rawness of emotion and the desire to be loved. Is it not the most perfect imperfect thing? To be loved wholly, truly, with the vices and imperfections included? The angel shows her true face and the Apostle finds it better than any alcohol she's ever tasted, an intoxicated feeling of appreciation and delight. Her frozen core beats for she no longer has a true heart that acts like it, her being yearns to touch her, to taint her more, to possess more of her voice, her warmth, her lips, her gaze, her everything.

Chain me, she says. Possess me, she says. Love me, she says.

It's impossible to stay away when such allure is presented. No, not impossible, but she doesn't want to. Zarina always chooses what she wants to do and now she steps so close to the seraphim that their chests touch and her hand rests on the songstress' waist while the other tilts her chin up so she could look at her. How frantically she's been speaking, but the Sovereign (Herrscher) can only look in admiration, fascination, and adoration. Perfection bores her, perfection brings out her apathy and disinterest but this? Oh, Robin's truth is what intrigues her and brings her here like a moth to a flame (you were a flamechaser too, faux goddess, once).

Red lips part to begin to speak:

"I will not chain you for freedom fits you better," her words are a melody laced in velvet, deep and sultry. "I will not possess you for obsession is my love's face," she presses her thumb against Robin's lips while looking into her eyes, enjoying the perfection of her rosy lips. "But I will love you. I will love you as people love in winter to stay warm, I will kiss you breathless and steal your voice when the moon is high." Now her thumb traces across the lower lip. "Be my duet in the song, Robin. Be my equal, want me and yearn for me as much as I yearn for you. I'll let you sing me to sleep, I'll let you be my final lullaby."

There is a pause between them to let the words sink in, sink as in the abyssal ocean where countless memories will forever be buried. The voices, oh, the voices are so loud but they will never be forgotten! The Discipline orders you to remember and it's a golden necklace around your neck, Apostle, you'll never be free from the God's Voice! But Zarina knows, she listens to the angel's words and she accepts them. Not recklessly, but solely because there is nothing left to lose and because she'd love to jump into this horror with her arms open for the seraphim to claim her love.

"But you must be my equal. Be selfish, be greedy, be loving. Want me and desire me, reach out your hands and cling to me to not let me go," she whispers now, so it will be only heard to by the wings of faith and fate. Harmony won't interrupt them as Sokolova's arm circle around Robin's waist, hugging her close and her hand cups the songstress' cheek. Golden eyes - half-lidded - are full of winter charm, warmth within them is both tempting and dangerous. How can ice be warm? Just like people fall asleep under the layers of snow never to wake up again. "I will only ever love the [real] you, not the diva, not the daughter of Oak Family, but you - the one so imperfect, so selfish, and so greedy. So be wanting with me," Zarina then kisses her forehead, too tender of a gesture for words spoken but a promise done before her lips press against her eyebrow. "Because the others will see perfect, what beautiful mask, but I want to see you come undone with me," another kiss to her cheek, it's reverence for the truth and true beauty in the eyes of gold. "I'll be loving with you, Robin, I will revere you and worship you but only if you do the same. Obsess with me as I obsess with you. I don't want half-loves, I want all that you are. So give it to me, give me your voice, your lips, and your soul. And you will have it all from me." Another kiss to the corner of her lips.

Origin is all about Ego, the true self. Thus, Zarina exposes the truth of herself before Robin and wishes for the same. Reverence for the Ego, love for the Ego, adoration for the Ego. She is the Apostle of Origin, the Messenger of Ego, and the one who continuously begins.

"I will be your true love, so be mine."

Now, the angel's lips are captured by the apostle's. A kiss to seal the promise.

[cassynite]

A bit late on this one but I wonder about Sparrow and someone large and comforting like the Hand of the Inheritor?

Ooooh my god. Okay. Okay so. My first initial reaction was "wouldn't work out, Sparrow would dip out of that relationship the moment the Hand fucks off after finding out the truth about the mythic powers" but then I thought about it and. I think there's something there. Buckle up because I swear this came to me in like, a fucking vision, it goes places.

So Sparrow is not very close to the Hand at first. He's Iomadae's herald and clearly believes that Sparrow has been chosen by the goddess despite Sparrow's own doubts and the lack of definitive proof. But they get closer in Pulura's Falls; Sparrow sees just how much good the Hand has in him and how much he wants to help others; the Hand sees Sparrow's kindness and compassion for others in how she helps the people in the Falls with their problems. By the end of the quest he's absolutely certain that Iomadae chose her not because of her power but because she's the kind of person a goddess should choose; he would have chosen her as champion in Iomadae's place! There's a lot of admiration there, and it definitely increases once Targona is rescued--Sparrow shows herself to be strong, capable, and deeply kind.

In this scenario, I think that Sparrow and the Hand start talking beyond their duties and responsibilities. Sparrow ruminates on the nature of goodness and choice and argues against the ideas of inherent evil. The Hand is obviously an extraplanar being who exists within a plane of Good, so his perspective is very different (though not entirely against Sparrow's arguments--after all, an angel can fall and a demon can rise. Clearly not even creatures born out of positive and negative/lawful and chaotic energies within the universe are static). It leads to a lot of discussion about what the best way to eradicate evil would be, if that was even possible or feasible, and what a plan to do so might look like. They also talk about things like, redemption and forgiveness, and even in one charged conversation, about love and its strength.

It's all theoretical and philosophical discussions, and while I don't think the Hand necessarily challenges Sparrow on a high intellectual way, he has a very different mindset and worldview that is engaging to learn about and he's willing to hear and listen to her ideas. Sparrow is galvanized to do more good and focus on those plans and hypotheticals; she begins to imagine the kind of work she could do with her abilities and her ideas after the Crusade.

They storm the Fane; Galfrey attempts to take Sparrow's title. Sparrow, still non-confrontational and dealing with imposter syndrome, accepts the criticism at face value, but the Hand argues vehemently against Galfrey's assessments of Sparrow's ability as Commander, even more so than in canon. It's deeply touching to Sparrow to have someone come to her defense like that, for someone to believe in her so wholeheartedly.

They go to the Abyss. It's awful, and Sparrow hates it, but she also shows compassion and care wherever she can, continuing to prove to the Hand that she has that sense of goodness in her. She frees captives, kills slavers, argues in favor of taking in Xorges in because he is more than just a Qlippoth...and then Battlebliss happens and Sparrow is captured to be a battle slave. Like in her canon, she has a complete meltdown in captivity, a full-on panic attack. The Hand feels helpless. Despite how bad of an idea it would be, he very nearly appears to rescue her personally; it's only Zeklex telling Sparrow he can help her escape that stops him from going through with it.

While Sparrow is resting before her fight in the arena, the Hand tries to comfort her, though he can't understand why her reaction was just that intense. Sparrow, in a rare show of vulnerability, talks about her past with the Hand--her slavery, the abuse she suffered for years, how she had only just escaped it, and how this was like walking right back into a trap. Feeling the collar on her neck makes her want to scream. And the Hand comforts her, and tells her that no matter what he will ensure she gets out of this, that she will never be alone and he will never let this happen to her again. It's a very intense moment, and it works to calm Sparrow--this is also the moment where she falls in love with him, though she won't face that fact for a while. She ends up escaping the Battlebliss in a far better mental state than in canon.

Then, of course, Sparrow meets Nocticula and Areelu, and she finds out the source of her powers are from the Abyss, and--horrified--the Hand leaves. It's a terrible blow, and Sparrow struggles to hide just how badly she took it in front of everyone, focusing only on the matter at hand. She tries to tell herself that of course he left--why does she ever expect anything different?

She goes back to the Nexus and meets him, and he expresses his doubts about her, how she's not actually the chosen of Iomadae...it's like he crafted the perfect speech to make her feel the worst way possible. Everything about their friendship--about whatever they had, because Sparrow might not admit it but her feelings at this point are not platonic--was based on the Hand's belief that Sparrow was something she was not, and she's been deemed unworthy. She's not enough.

Sparrow doesn't argue, she just says she's going to stop the crystal production with or without him--chosen by a goddess or not, and she never thought she was, she's going to stop more superpowered demons from hurting people. Like in canon, this brings the Hand around, and he apologizes for his doubts and travels with the party to the Nahyndrian Crystal Mines.

On the ship ride there, the Hand and Sparrow speak privately, the Hand again apologizing for his words and for his doubts. Sparrow brushes it off, withdrawn and defenses all the way up; she tells him that she couldn't have expected anything else, given the circumstances. It definitely sounds closer to "I don't expect anything else from anyone but for them to abandon me when I need them most." At least, that's how the Hand hears it.

It's a bad resolution and whatever they had before feels fractured and lost as they face off Baphomet. Even so, when Baphomet "kills" the Hand, Sparrow screams in despair.

Act 5, after Sparrow has chosen to keep the power--because she's made it her own, and she refuses to accept anything can only be what it comes from--she immediately works on finding the Ineluctable Prison after Iomadae tells her the Hand is alive. She breaks through the prison, finds the Hand's tortured heart, and faces off with his corrupted husk--and the Hand tells her that it's pointless, that he's not worth saving anyway. That he loved her and he failed her and now he's going to kill her, in the emotionless voice of someone who is aware of what he once felt but now cannot feel anything at all.

Of course, that's not what happens. Sparrow defeats him, and gives him his heart--he tries to refuse at first, saying he doesn't deserve it, and Sparrow insists. He takes it back, and the feeling returns--especially the guilt. No matter what Sparrow says, he will not return to Iomadae's side. He's not worthy of it, any more. He tells Sparrow that he needs...something, to find something to truly become good again. That he was unworthy of her and that he broke her trust and her faith, and that he cannot stand by her side as he is, especially with these feelings he has.

And Sparrow breaks down. She asks if he's really going to leave again. She tells him that if he really loved her--the way she loved him--then worthiness would have nothing to do with it. He'd just fucking stay. And the Hand goes silent, cups her cheek in his hand. And then leaves. Sparrow doesn't speak at all the entire way back to Drezen.

She returns back to...Iomadae, waiting for her, with an angel at Iomadae's side. The angel calls Sparrow by name and she realizes it's the Hand, out of armor for the first time she's ever seen him. He tells her that he wanted to show Iomadae that he was alive, and also to formally request to leave his position as her Herald. He cannot stay in the position with the weakness he has shown--Iomadae cuts in saying she doesn't agree with his assessment, but won't stop him from making his own choices.

He goes to Sparrow and asks if she meant it, when she told him that it didn't matter if he was worthy or not. And Sparrow tells him that love has nothing to do with worthiness, and he tells her he will stay. They close the Worldwound together, and when he goes on his journey to spread goodness among mortals, he has Sparrow by his side.

[chthonicgodling]

~*Seph's Daughters*~

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cranking out Melinoe content as the one person who knew abt her before Had2 comes out - JOAKS,, anyway fr do you too forget all the time that Maci and Meli are half sisters bc OOPS!! though of course Meli's since been adopted by Euriales so -

weeelll for the uninformed, since i dont talk about Meli much here (anymore ah), lets delve into a very long recap<333 for you new people but also for you old people for funsiess – ahem! underr the cut! This is a massive lore dump!!!

FIRST: Melinoe! version: BLANK.  the backstory – 2,000 years ago, she was born the daughter of persephone and ZEUS, who saw an awful "opportunity" when the Underworld royal family was in turmoil immediately following the thanatos debacle and seized it :(( Melinoe was born with two physical souls inside of her, one of them the embodiment of all good and the other the incarnation of all evil, prophesied by Fate to lean one way or the other but ONLY one at a time depending on how she was treated

Her “family”… fuckin ignored this and proceeded to neglect and ignore her for eight solid years – mostly Hades but YES also Maci who 1) is not always the best person im sorry you had to find out this way fjfhfhg but also 2) was heavily influenced by Hades who was manipulating the fuck out of her too so idk I guess she cant fully be blamed??? She certainly should be tho cmonn. The Blank Early Melinoe, while the dual souls inside of her each waited to seize control of her vessel, did not speak (actually fun gross fact whenever she’s Blank shes got no physical tongue fhfhg), or sleep or really do anything, just quietly haunted the palace. Her aura was split down the middle black and white! and then!

SECOND: iiits OrigiMel! version: EVIL. “origiMel” is not a real name first of all its just Melinoe but she is considered the ORIGINALL incarnation of Melinoe hence the OoC nickname to differentiate, by age 8 the evil side of her had had enough and wrested control of the physical vessel and assumed her role as Goddess of Ghosts, Most Evil Creature In the Universe and thus began a reign of terror that would continue for two fuckin millenia. Her aura turning black. She murdered lots and lots of mortals and has done SO many awful things! Shed also hypnotize their ghosts of mortals she killed to serve her as endless slaves and playthings forever. Bc she reached her full powers so goddamn early thanks to Hades and Seph an Maci treating her like shit, Melinoe is forever 8 years old (out of universe this is. Because when I created her 15 years ago I was fucking obsessed with the ring that’s literally it. Self callout ig whatever lmfao) but was theeee most physically powerful being in the entire underworld.

Eventually due to her persistent hatred for Maci and family she focused all of her evil energies on the mortal Maci was DATING 2,000 years later – this of course was Tory – and she terrorized HIM specifically in some really really awful ways, before they got together, AFTER they got together – shes actually a huge part of Maci and Tory's story as their main villain forget about fuckin Thanatos,,, well this all culminated in the absolute last straw when she murdered Tory’s mother :((( in,, front of him,,, , eventually the Elysium gang figured out that by erasing her memories, they could reset her Blank again and give the good half of her a chance to take over, so after she was captured following that murder, Epi and Maci and Tory and Lethe forcibly erased OrigiMel's memory which turned her Blank indeed and then-

THIRD: finally, Meli! version: GOOD. That’s exactly what happened! When OrigiMel’s memory was erased, she was taken in by Epi and Eury (before they had other children, she was their first ,,) who adopted her as their own and cared for her lovingly, eventually the good half of her seized control. This is the Meli of today! She is sweet and kind and compassionate, still eternally eight years old, she has a family who she loves and so many siblings (including Ty and Bel who are her BABY BROTHERS no matter how old they get!), she loves to draw and hang out with her best friends whomst are all ghost children fggkgkh.,, The first thing she did as new Meli was cut her hair.

Meli’s aura glows white – WITH PATCHES OUT OF IT, becauuuse well oh god it’s a very long story but years later the evil half of her briefly escaped and umm killed Epi and eury’s first bio baby Melanie, before she was immortal in utero, tearing her soul to shreds as goddess of ghosts and uh. Aahh. Meli found all the pieces and glued them back together using parts of her own aura :’))) Melanie’s soul was reincarnated into Ty and Bel hence why they’re one split into two!!! Anyway as for Maci and Meli – i guess tbh they never really formed any sort of formal sisterly relationship since Seph's so disowned her and Meli is so completely Epi and Eury’s daughter, but Maci does love her and uh. Is super embarrassed and regretful of allowing all that to happen so. Happily ever after now!

Aaaaand that’s it weeooo. Anyway enjoy these three pictures rffjghjgjhkgggjkfgj i didnt need to write all that if you made it to the end. hi. thanks.

[sendmyresignation]

what do you consider to be the best metal albums of all time? or your favs!

this ask has terrorized me all morning. thank you, and i mean this from the bottom of my heart, for sending it to me so i can talk about metal.

I am going to separate this into best, as in the classics i think hold up the best/are the most complete, and then my favorites (obv there is overlap but i'll ignore it).

Top 5 "Best" Metal Albums- the records you find on retrospectives and blog lists:

Black Sabbath- Black Sabbath. Not only a historic achievement of an album (the definitive point in which metal, for sure, existed) but also, i truly belive the best Sabbath record. The opening track itself is good enough everything else could be joke covers of the beach boys and I'd still put it here (they're also very good though. GOD. the wizard slaps)

Master of Puppets- Metallica. I know. I know. It's just solid all the way through, not a bad track, incredible opener and fantastic instrumental, everyone's said it all.

South of Heaven- Slayer. Again, undeniable. The Slayer record with the most literal heft and, well the closest thing to maturity the asshats of Slayer can achieve. The speed and ferocity of Reigh In Blood is still very good but over in a blink of an eye, while Heaven gives you more to be pummeled by. different kinds of anger.

Don't Break the Oath- Mercyful Fate. One of those true, blue perfect records, while also being beautifully cheesy. Like if a campy 80s movie about naked sacrifices to Satan was... really good with gorgeous cinematography. edges out Melissa by the narrowest margins (production is more suited for their style, giving the guitars an edge and putting the vocals front and center)

Live After Death- Iron Maiden. I love Maiden so much but their albums always have one or two duds. even if they didn't, though, live after death would probably smoke them anyway- it's that good. getting to hear phantom of the opera in dickenson's voice... i like di'anno but that song deserved Theatre

I love all of these records, many of them are what got me into metal so if you are looking for a high-qualiy place to start...

But I'll put my favorites under a read more lmao

These I would consider my top ten favorite albums at this given moment:

Stained Class- Judas Priest (the best priest. to me. i got my pentagram stomach tat on her 45th anniversary <3)

Thundersteel- Riot (rock city might edge this one out but that records barely metal at all. THIS is the pinnacle if power metal- in the old school uspm speedy way. incredible vocals, ripping speed, and its good from start to end)

Rock Goddess- Rock Goddess (something about this record....standard nwobhm fair but there's a surprising variety in the songs emotional center- it's all love and sex but it encapsulates a lot more humanity than most- different kinds of passion, heartbreak, desperation. and it ROCKS)

Operation: Mindcrime- Queensryche (greatest of all time. thee concept album. nothing else to say)

Black Metal- Venom (venom, if you catch me on the right day, is probably my favorite band. i love first wave black metal- it sounds like shit, it's lost all the edge in the intervening years, and yet. and fucking yet. they threw together something special.)

Behind the Realms of Madness- Sacrilege (crusty thrashy goodness. i love everything sacrilege has done, including their doomier late career, but the energy on this is wild. beat out detente on this list so if you like them, youll like sacrilege)

Feel the Fire- Overkill (overkill, by the band overkill, is the best thrash song of all time. well. maybe not but it's fucking undeniable. this overkill has the best energy of any of their albums, even if the others are more well-known)

Darkness Decends- Dark Angel (metal that sounds like shit eats punk that sounds like shit for breakfast)

The Blueprints for Madness- Deceased... (one of my favorite old school death metal records, mostly for the strange grind touches. it could be shorter but damn.)

All Creatures Great and Eaten- Nuclear Death (stands toe-to-toe with mindcrime at the top of my list. strange and depraved in the best possible way. lori bravo is the best to ever do it)

Dommedagsnatt- Thorr's Hammer (im just so enamored with this one- def the record here I've spent the most time on. death/doom done so right)

Sagrada Tierra Del Jaguar- Yaotl Mictlan (the black metal/folk thing usually sucks bc the people making it are white pagan nazis and shit. but, globally, there's been some very cool indigenous bands who have incorporated precolonial music traditions in their black metal as a result. yaotl mictlan, a band with prehispanic themes and instrumentation, is prob my favorite of these bands, easily.)

Glory, Glory! Apathy Took Helm!- Vile Creature (idk why this made me cry but any doom/sludge capable of that deserves a spot on my favorites)

Some new bands that could grow onto this list: Smoulder, Messa, Blood Star, SONJA, Negative Plane, Dilly Dally (rip to the queens), and Melissa!

Anyway! Hopefully this ask gives you, anon, (or anyone for that matter) something new to enjoy :))