#fucking goddess energy in this creature

[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

[waterdhaviancheeses]

Cliché

Summary: Tav had imagined that finally confessing their feelings to Gale, and finally being able to touch him, to make love to him, would have finally cured them of their excessive daydreaming about the man. Yet it seemed they ached to be with him even more than before. It had not even been a half day since their night under the stars, and Tav had seriously considered pulling him into a Shadow-Cursed alley at least thrice already. 

Gale x Tav, smut, fluff, they're so in love and this is very cheesy, oral, penis in vagina,  full bush (not really described I just needed you all to know), canon-typical violence, I love dnd and it really shows in this one, they/them for Tav.

3k

Ao3

Tav felt the raw elemental power of his spell ripple through the weave around them like a stone skipping on water. When they turned to look, the strands of Gale's hair were dancing around his face, his eyes glowing intensely with energy as icy blue lightning shot out from his fingers with a deafening crackle.

The same fingers that he dragged across their body so tenderly last night. The same fingers that painted a stunning picture of the stars on the gloomy canvas of the Shadow-Cursed sky. For them.

They were on their way to the Gauntlet of Shar to find the Nightsong. And though the suffocating darkness of the Shadow-Cursed lands put a damper on the party's mood in general, Tav felt like they were walking on air all day. The memories of last night were playing in their mind repeatedly. He loved them back. Yes, they were still in the most depressive area in the world, with the constant threat of ceremorphosis looming over them. Not to mention the actual Goddess who asked- no, ordered Gale to blow himself up.

It didn’t matter. Their cheeks were burning with the pain of not being able to stop smiling.

That was until the party was ambushed by a wraith and several undead warriors, right in the center of Reithwin Town. The cursed creatures had lunged out at the group, ready to slaughter them. However, the current threat was not at the front of Tav's mind. Not when Gale was close enough to touch, to kiss, to drag into an alley and-

The harsh smell of ozone filled Tav’s nostrils and they snapped out of their state of reverie when the aforementioned Wizard moved next to them, crouching behind a large, gnarly vine for cover.

Right. Fighting for their life.

They peeked over the edge of the creeping vine to assess the situation. Karlach was standing at the top of the stairs, her body pulsing with animalistic rage, the corpse of an undead half-orc already at her feet. The thick arrow sticking out of her shoulder didn't seem to bother her too much.

Another arrow was about to be nocked, but the archer got blown to pieces by Wyll's well-aimed eldritch blasts before they got the chance to.

An undead dwarf took this moment of distraction to sneak up behind him from the shadows and strike at Wyll. The first attack missed, but the second swing caught his upper thigh, causing Wyll to groan in pain. The warlock turned around to point a finger at his assailant, who was instantly engulfed in infernal flames, and left barely standing.

Tav popped up from behind cover and aimed a spell at the undead dwarf next to Wyll, pulling at the strands of the Weave to manifest an orb of deadly fire. One hit should be enough to end its unlife once and for all.

“Ignis”

Gale's shoulder brushed against their leg briefly.

Miss.

They growled in frustration. “Fuck”

“Are you all right, my love?” Gale looked at them with concern. Tav could vaguely hear Karlach roar ferally, followed by two wet squelches and the dull thud of a body hitting the ground. “Do you need healing?”

They did not process his caring words, or acknowledge his question. Instead, their mind was occupied by his proximity, the love in his eyes. Enough to sustain them forever, probably. What it felt like to have his lips on theirs after weeks of pining for each other was the only thing that mattered.

“Tav!”

The wizard physically shook them from another mid-battle daydream. “Uhh, I'm fine,” Wyll screamed out in pain as the strength was sapped from his body by the wraith that appeared from the shadows. “Hasten me.”

Gale nodded and took a piece of liquorice root from his component pouch and stuck it in his mouth before making a set of complex movements towards Tav.

“Provolo!”

A restless warmth like a stampede filled their body as the spell took effect. Tav practically vibrated with energy and sprinted from behind the tombstone, up the crumbling stairs at the center or Reithwin Town, blasting multiple high level magic missiles from their hands. The projectiles impacted on the shadowy form in rapid succession, and the wraith dissipated with a bone chilling screech.

One corrupted Harper left.

“Dolor”

Wyll's blasts sent the Harper flying back, right into the range of Karlach's hammer. She swung her weapon in a mighty arch, and the sound of crushing bones echoed throughout the square. One more hit should be enough to kill it now.

Tav approached the Harper, ready to evoke the power of lightning -just like Gale had done earlier- in one last devastating shocking grasp.

Miss. Miss.

Again? Was just the brief thought of him enough to render them completely useless?

Tav had imagined that finally confessing their feelings to Gale, and finally being able to touch him, to make love to him, would have finally cured them of their excessive daydreaming about the man. Yet it seemed they ached to be with him even more than before. It had not even been a half day since their night under the stars, and Tav had seriously considered pulling him into a Shadow-Cursed alley at least thrice already.

The undead creature tried to stab Tav with its sword, but before the blade could find purchase in their gut, it screeched horribly as it burned into ashes right before their eyes, ending the fight instantly. Gale's fire bolt had finished the job.

The party looted the bodies for any valuables and regrouped around Tav. The looks of concern on everyone's face mildly annoyed them. Karlach put a hand on their shoulder. “You alright, soldier? Looked like you were having a hard time out there.”

“I'm fine.” They snapped.

“Karlach is right, Tav, you seem out of it somehow, are you sure we can't help you?” Wyll's smile is kind and reassuring, and Tav was about to apologize, explain themself. Instead, the world started to spin and their legs gave out. They stumbled as a wave of exhaustion washed over them.

Lethargy.

Gale caught Tav before they could hit the ground, allowing them to lean on him until they regained their senses. “I imagine this encounter has taken a toll on all of us. Perhaps it would be best to take a brief respite.” He gently moved a strand of Tav’s hair back into place, and traced their cheek with his thumb, lingering on the corner of their mouth. Gale’s breath hitched.

His heartbeat quickened audibly.

“Or we could return to camp and end the adventuring day entirely. For,uh, tactical reasons.” His eyes didn’t leave Tav's. “To make sure we are as fresh as can be for the rest of the journey to the Gauntlet, tomorrow”

-

If it would have been up to Tav, they would have dragged Gale straight into their tent the very second they arrived at camp. Unfortunately, there were wounds to be tended to, potions to be brewed, and dinner to be made. Why did they have to become the unofficial leader of the group?

The wait was excruciating, and both wizards had to resist the urge to forsake their responsibilities and just get naked right in the center of camp. Supposedly, everyone had seen them kiss each other this morning, and their mutual infatuation had been extremely obvious to everyone long before that. Karlach had shot Tav a knowing look and a wink while walking back to camp. Still, some privacy would be required for the things They had in mind right now.

It took forever for everyone to retire to their tents for the evening, or at least it felt that way to Tav. Did Astarion always take seven whole minutes to clean his teeth? Did Lae'zel have to clean every separate piece of equipment she owned, even though she didn't leave camp today? How long did Shadowheart truly need to pray to her Lady? Surely 10 minutes would have sufficed instead of the whopping ninety it actually took.

Gods.

After one final conversation with Halsin on battle tactics against undead, everyone finally retired to their respective beds.

Tav slipped into Gale's tent, and found him on his bedroll, propped up on one elbow with a thick tome in front of him. His concentrated frown softened the moment he laid his eyes on his fellow wizard. “My love-” The distance between them was instantly unbearable and Tav rushed to get close to him. Gale discarded his book without second thought and sat up while opening up his arms for them.

They dropped down to their knees in front of him, and reached out their hand to cup Gale's face, pressing their forehead against his. The warmth that spread through their body was like feeling the first rays of spring-sunshine on your face after a long, gloomy winter. He smelled like home already.

“Every moment without your touch has been a torment unparalleled by what even the most cruel devils of the Nine Hells could conjure. To taste your lips again would be a blessing greater than any god or goddess could bestow upon me.”

Tav smiled. A wave of butterflies rumbled in their stomach, and they kissed him tenderly.

They took a short moment to mentally apologize to all the lovestruck bards they had made fun of in the past. Tav had always thought that the lyrics of most great love ballads were a bit, well, dramatic. Surely none of these writers were actually sick with love, and not a single person could actually compare to the blessed fields of Elysium. No one had ever made Tav feel that way, thus they had always assumed these bards were exaggerating.

But, fuck, had they been right. Every stupid cliché was true, Tav truly ached with love, and the blessed fields of Elysium would seem a barren wasteland in comparison to Gale of Waterdeep. They would walk through every layer of the Hells just to make him smile. He was like the moon and stars, the sunrise every morning and the sunset every night. He was the smell of fresh bread and the excitement of a good book. The morning dew, laughter, beauty, and love. Love.

“I think we might have made a mistake, Gale.” They felt his frown against their forehead but firmly pressed their lips against it in reassurance. “W-what do you mean? Surely you don't regret-” Tav cut him off with a soft kiss on the lips, hands still cupping his face.

“Not ever, Gale, I love you.” They looked him in the eyes. “I meant that I've been incredibly distracted today, because you have occupied my every waking thought.” Another kiss.

He relaxes, and his hands snuck up to Tav's waist. The whirling sensation of desire it ignited was a distraction in its own right.

“I doubt that I could've hit a building with a fireball today.” They continued kissing his cheek and down to his neck, along the dark lines of the orb, and moved to straddle his hips, earning a low grunt of approval from Gale.

“That sounds like a serious problem, my love.” His hands were roaming freely across their back and one reached up to caress the nape of their neck while his head fell back to grant Tav better access to his neck. “Perhaps it would help to share some of these distracting thoughts of yours?” His other hand gripped their upper thigh, sending another shock of arousal through Tav. “Or, if you prefer, a demonstration?”

“You are wearing way too many clothes for a demonstration.”

With that, they pushed him down onto the bedroll, and sent their lips crashing down on him until they were both gasping for air. They could feel his heartbeat through his chest. Gale used the brief break between their lips to clumsily pull his shirt off over his shoulders.

He pulled Tav back down to meet his lips again and kissed them firmly but tenderly, pulling them flush against him. One of his hands slid down to grab their ass, humming in delight as he did. Tav reveled in his warmth, and felt their nipples harden as they rubbed against his hairy chest while his tongue slipped into their mouth.

The rough hairs were soon replaced by Gale's hands. He rolled the stiff nubs between his expert fingers, causing Tav to break the kiss and arch their back.

Gale's open-mouthed staring was interrupted by the movement of Tav's hips along his hardening length. A moan escaped them both. Tav blushed at the sound and felt the increasing wetness between their legs. Gale used the grip on Tav’s ass to guide their movements, increasing their speed slightly.

“Could I take these off of you?” They asked impatiently.

Gale was not known for being at a loss for words, quite the contrary. But the sight of Tav blushing while they straddled him, practically humped him, eliminated his remaining verbosity and all he could do was nod.

A mischievous smile crept upon Tav's face. They said a brief incantation, and with a flick of the wrist, they were both completely naked.

The sudden sensation of bare skin against bare skin sent shivers down Tav’s spine, yet the desire to be even closer to him burned through their body. Tav was dripping with need.

Gale's hard cock twitched against them. “I love you.” He said almost deliriously.

“I love you too.”

He flipped Tav on their back, and they wrapped their legs around his waist instinctively. They were a mess of grasping hands, pulled hair, sloppy kisses and grinding hips. The way Gale's erection rubbed over their clit with every move was driving them insane.

“Gale please.”

They didn't know what they were asking for, exactly. Hells, they probably didn't even know their own name at this point. Thankfully, Gale understood the general idea and moved his attention to the wetness between Tav's legs. They whined when he started to teasingly kiss along their lower stomach, down to their inner thighs.

Tav's patience ran out fairly quickly, and they guided his head to where they wanted him- needed him. The warm breath of Gale's laughter against their pussy made them squirm.

He wrapped his arms around Tav's legs firmly, and slowly dragged his tongue over their clit. The sudden contact made them shudder with delight, and they gripped the wizard's hair even tighter. Tav bucked their hips slightly and opened their legs as far as possible, eager for more.

Gale started out slowly, taking notice of every movement that made Tav gasp and moan. He circled their clit with just the right amount of pressure and a tense heat started to build in Tav's lower stomach.

Gale positioned a finger at their entrance and slowly pushed it inside, making them clench around his finger instantly. He slowly moved his finger in and out until another slipped in with ease. He started to curl his fingers rhythmically.

“Fuck, Gale, that feels so good.”

The feeling of Gale's moan against them only added to the pleasure. Both of Tav's hands were grasping at his hair now, their body vibrating with pleasure. The heat that pooling in their body was close to overflowing.

“I'm s-so close”

Gale kept going steadily, his mouth firmly circling their clit and his fingers pumping in and out of them until the tension in their body built to its peak until it snapped. Waves of pleasure were washing over Tav. Their thighs clamped around Gale's head, and Tav started to convulse underneath him as he kept fingering them throughout their orgasm.

The feeling started to overwhelm, and Tav pulled Gale off of them by the hair in a not-quite-gentle way, panting heavily. Tav let their head fall back onto the soft pillow, legs twitching again as Gale pulled his fingers out gingerly. They felt light and warm, blissful.

It took some time for Tav to realise that Gale had sat back up, still fully erect, and was staring at them intently, as if waiting for something.

“I asked if you are okay.”

His words snapped them back into reality. “Oh, yes, very much so.” The tent was too cold without him close and the sight of his stiff cock re-ignited their arousal instantaneously. “Come here.”

He crawled his way back up and kissed them passionately, his beard was wet with their slick, and the distinct taste of them was heavy on his tongue. It made the desperate heat return to Tav’s stomach fully. They dragged their hands along his chest, down his stomach, and wrapped their hands around him. They started to pump him slowly, dragging their thumb over the head and twisting at the base until he was moaning into their mouth.

“T-Tav.”

They made a mental note to tease him until he was desperately begging to be inside of them another time.

Instead, they dragged his head through their wet folds, and aligned him with their entrance. He looked into their eyes and slowly pushed in until he bottomed out entirely, gasping at the ecstasy of being inside of them. Tav wrapped their legs around him, and he dug his fingers into their thighs while his other hand cupped Tav’s face lovingly. They gripped his biceps and whined softly at the way his thick cock stretched them out so deliciously.

The moment was intimate. Their foreheads touching; breathing in each other’s breaths; impossibly close.

Tav’s hands found their way to Gale’s thick hair, and they kissed sloppily as he started to thrust. Gale found a rhythm that extracted a near constant string of moans from them. Their legs wrapped around him tighter, they snapped their hips up into him, and their nails clawed into the skin on his back in pleasure. Another orgasm was getting closer with every thrust. Gale felt them twitching and tightening around him, and snuck his hand between them to rub their clit with his thumb.

His movements were becoming more erratic as he too was getting close. Every snap of his hips sent another wave of pleasure through Tav, making them squeeze around him. The tension tightened until they found release once more. Their legs were shaking, head thrown back, and nails digging into his sweaty back. Tav moaned his name into his ear. Gale buried his head into Tav’s neck and fucked into them a couple more times as Tav clenched around him in pleasure, his release following theirs shortly after.

They were both sticky with sweat, breathing heavily against each other. Gale pulled out with a soft groan, and used prestidigitation to clean them up before settling back on top of Tav’s chest. Tav placed gentle kisses on the crown of his head while their fingers lazily drew sigils of abjuration on his back. He was theirs, and they were going to keep him safe. Forever.

“I love you, Gale.”

A muffled, sleepy voice answered: “I love you too, Tav.”

[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

[strzxrin]

˗ˏˋ lover of health and abundance ˎˊ˗ — morbella.

voice message received . . . “i would hate to see if you fall sick around me, my dear. you’re nothing but my special one.”

world . astern

age . unknown (within the thousands)

gender . female

species . deity

untold truth . morbella is a whirlwind of restless energy, perpetually bored by the mundanity of life and constantly searching for something — or someone to capture her attention. she thrives on chaos, and her boredom quickly turns into playfulness, often causing trouble or stirring up mischief just to feel alive. to those around her, she can seem like a whirlwind, always shifting from one impulsive thought to the next. but beneath her playful exterior lies a deep, obsessive nature that she can’t quite control. especially when it comes to you, all her manic energy is funneled into you, and she becomes consumed by an intense, almost frantic devotion. her affection is overwhelming—she can't help but fixate, constantly thinking about them, anticipating your every move, and trying to be the center of your world. this obsession can border on unhealthy at times, but for morbella, it's all-consuming, her manic desire for their attention and affection driving her to extremes. her love is a fire, burning brightly, with a relentless, almost chaotic passion that can be as exhilarating as it is exhausting.

appearance.

she has a soft, ethereal presence, with long, dark hair that falls past the shoulders and straight bangs that frame her face. 

soft green eyes that will always seem to be gazing at you tenderly, a button nose and softer facial features.

there is a large pair of white angel wings on her back. made of soft feathers, the wings arch outwards and give the entire look a celestial, otherworldly vibe—like a figure stepped out of a dream or myth.

standing at 6”7 ft, she has a delicate build, almost fragile if it weren’t for her being a goddess.

she’s dressed in a form-fitting white dress with long sleeves and a sheer neckline that adds a delicate touch. the fabric hugs the body gently, emphasizing a graceful silhouette. draped over the shoulders is a white jacket or shrug, blending into the dress almost seamlessly.

incoming voice call . . . “eyes up here my love, i know you can stray away from time to time.”

morbella is known to be the carrier of health and abundance. however, within the realm of heath, she is a natural caregiver which is ironic considering how in the past stories of pevarra, before the creation of astern, she was a rather cruel mistress to those in need.

the thing about her however is that she never truly wanted her title as health or abundance, until she met you. it definitely fucked up with her sense of titles because now, she has an abundance of love for you instead. love was never in her realm of line, even if she needed love to heal humanity, it was never her style. 

and the thing about the deities of both worlds is that they don’t love like normal humans do. they’re obsessive— and most definitely extremely possessive of their lovers should they find their true soulmates.

it’s the same as any other human or creature that roamed astern and even pevarra, an undeniable sense of pull and devotion towards their fated lovers, only in a much larger scale for those who are deities as they are deprived from a sense of normalcy. especially the ones who were casted aside by those in pevarra, the astern deities.

morbella wasn’t any different. in fact, such effects of her feelings only increased due to her lack of need for titles and it led her to almost changing the meaning of her domain.

of course, there were those that existed that denied any sort of connection towards their ‘bonded’ and unfortunately for her, you just so happened to be one of them — which annoys her truthfully. why is it that you have to keep running away from her when all that she ever wanted is to give you the love and devotion that you truly deserve?

honestly, if stalking your every move and even moving into your many of your neighbourhoods as a guise to keep being closer to you was one of her ways of courting you as you kept moving and moving to try and get away from her, then you’d really rather not fall in love at all. still, you could at least pretend to be grateful to have a goddess love you. you’re her first love, something that time and boredom could never pass.

“you should really get better locks on your window” you hear her voice echo in the comfort of your fourth? fifth? home, the tone being controlled to a sweeter hymn in order to coax you back into her arms.

you’re surprised that she hasn’t already caught where you were hiding yet. your breathing become silent as you forced your mouth to cover and hide in the closet of your room. you hoped that she wouldn’t open the door to get you because you have an inkling of a feeling that you’ve angered her from the constant running away.

the goddess is like a hound; a madwoman chasing you without a stop, regardless of the country or place you move to, she will always find you. “after all i’ve done for you, you’re just going to keep running away? but it’s fine. i’ll find you, i always will” and the apartment is silent for a while. you continued the minutes, sweat dripping from your brow as you concluded that it’s been an hour of hiding. surely she has left?

except when you open the closet door, she was there, sitting on your bed and smiling at you “found you.”

[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 ~

—-+-—

“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!

[kitsunes-shrine]

Kitsune, Lawk'd

Kit had hardly put down the tribute bowl when the smell of musk overpowered the smell of cum in the shrine. It was a musk that Kit was well acquainted with and instinctively the new tail, an other black tail with a white stripe, began to move. It painted a picture in the air and rapidly the picture took form as a near exact copy of Kit. Though it was a tempting to study herself Kit quickly hid and not a moment too soon as a purple mace whips through the illusion confirming Kit’s fear. 

A short purple creature with a physique to put fertility goddesses to shame walks into the shrine.

“Hey faggot, mama’s here and if you don’t come out for real I’m gonna knock this building down.” Lawk yells. Knowing she isn’t one to bluff, Kit slinks out of his hiding spot. 

“I’m not calling you mom just becau-” Kit starts

“Just cause I fucked your mom? That’s fair, if I had actually knocked her up you wouldn’t be such a wuss.” Lawk and Kit locked eyes. “But I think I can get you to call me mommy anyways.”

Kit felt an unnerving energy, one that as far as it was aware Lawk was the only one able to emit. A sense of lust so thick and palpable that it began to mess with Kit’s ability to transform freely. The succubus blood in her reacting and transforming her to fit Lawk’s desires regardless of Kit’s will.

Lawk had already gone berserk. Her mouth in a wide smile that showed her teeth, drool leaking from the edge of her lips. Her hair blew back for a moment, revealing her eyes that were pitch black and filled with stars. Kit’s tails rapidly drew lines on the ground and barriers popped up less than a second before they were shattered by Lawk’s mace-like tail. Kit ran, all five tails painting illusions or barriers.

The smelly imp chased after Kit, her brute force smashing through any clever tactics the fox could come up with. Kit realized that this wouldn’t work and she would need to take a risk. Making several illusory clones, Kit runs at Lawk. Unable to distinguish the real from the fakes, Lawk pounces and leaves herself open. Kit’s tails rapidly draw on several succubus crests increasing sensitivity and libido, only for Kit to receive a palm to the stomach, leaving on a purple and silver succubus crest that Kit was well aware of. Lawk’s personal crest, Open Doors.

Her tail wraps around Kit trapping him in her grasp. Her lust overwhelming all reasoning as she slides her thick tongue into Kit’s mouth deep into its throat. More pressing was the threat of the large set of beads on the end of her tail that were growing and pushing into Kit’s soft stretchy hole. 

Kit moaned as the beads entered one at a time. Each one bigger than the last. It’s insides squeezed against the beads involuntarily, and the fallen angel, covered in crests felt the built up libido and sensitivity climax. The beads seemed to burst within Kit, flooding her insides with enough glowing cum to inflate her stomach.

“That’s once, have you gotten any more stamina?” Kit says, its words strained through the pleasure of their prostate being brutalized.

Lawk pants heavily, once more lucid. 

“You think you can survive two more of those?” She growls. As she makes the beads on her tail grow.

Kit feels her chest get warm as small budding breasts take shape. The beads make a pass against his prostate, and his cock quivers as his knees give out. Letting Lawk bite the soft tits. The pleasure was so intense that from being filled to the brim while her nipples get bitten that Kit didn’t notice how heavy her balls had gotten when she began to shoot thick ropes over Lawks heavy tits.

Needing to get the initiative back Kit started to grope the shortstack. Her paws finding purchase on the sloshing tits and doughy rear. Pinching the Imps nipples Kit decides to really dig in to that ass. The residual precum from her own tail was enough for Kit’s fist to start sliding in. Kit quickly finds the prostate, but Lawk moves her around, putting her in a headlock with her snout buried deep in her armpit. Kit rubs her fist against the imp’s prostate, mimicking what is happening to her with Lawk’s tail. 

Before long Lawk’s breathing becomes laboured. Moans slip out as she pumps the largest bead in and out of Kit’s open hole, A fair amount of the glowing cum leaking out with each pop of the bead. Suddenly she pushed the bead back in, and made it expand to it’s maximum size, effectively knotting Kit as she came once more, another heavy load flooding Kit’s guts.

With her stomach bloated from the cum and her brain melted from the musky armpit Kit couldn’t help but stroke her own cock, only now realizing how small it was. Despite trying to make it bigger to stroke more Lawk’s lust kept her from transforming as she wanted.

“Trying to get off, pretty boy?” Lawk sneers, as she applies a succubus crest to stop the Kit from cumming. “Call me mommy and I’ll let you cum.”

“I’m not that needy yet.” Kit lied. Its legs had completely given out and it was hardly more than a puppet being held by Lawk’s tail. 

“Well then maybe I’ll just use you to pound my ass.” Lawk says, getting down on all fours. She uses her tail and brings Kit right up to her plump ass. “Come on babygirl I know how much of an ass addict you are.”

Lawk shakes her wobblecake, making her cheeks clap a few times before grinding against Kit. She starts slamming her hips against it. Kit moans, feeling its cock rubbing against the fat cheeks of the lustful creature, but her micropenis isn’t able to reach the plump donut hole that Lawk is teasing her with. Lawk laughs at the pathetic display. Begging Kit to just push it in knowing he can’t reach. 

She continues until Kit starts using the last of its energy rutting into her fat ass. Its bloated stomach glowing blue from the cum. Its fat balls making a satisfying plapping noise as it humps worthlessly. Kit’s maw hangs open and drooling, begging for release.

“Please mommy, let me cum.” Kit says, tears in her eyes.

“Now that’s a good kiddo.” Lawk releases the seal and cum floods out of Kit. “Now let's see if that tongue of yours is as good as your mother’s.”

Lawk uses her tail to bring Kit’s snout deep into her crack. Presenting a glazed donut for the fox to eat out. The smell of old sweat and semen fills Kit’s nose as she comes to terms with the fact that she would be tongue bathing the imp and that this cum filled swamp ass would probably be one of the more palatable places her tongue would be today.

[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.

[hot-bumblebees]

Offering

Knife play, witchcraft, rituals, kinda body worship, handjobs, whole lotta bio hazards, SUBMISSIVE SANEMI 😝😝😝😝

Summery: you need an offering and Sanemi walked in just at the right time 😈

…

As the light of the candle finally dies out, your spell comes to an end. All that energy is now it in the universe making your wishes come true. But now you’re left to think of an offering. What would the higher power want from you? You had just done the last part of a curse. It was a grand request, so you needed a good offering. You sat infront of your alter trying to come up with something.

“Hi, y/n.” Sanemi gripped onto your shoulders and leaned forward.” What are you up to? Being evil?” He chuckled as he handed you a bouquet.

“You know me always plotting and skeming.” You smirk turning around to look at Sanemi, taking in all his glory. What a sexy man all to your devices. All those jagged scars and that crazy look in his eyes, it’s not for everybody. But he was pretty much perfect in your eyes.

“You’re staring.” He smirks as he puts a hand out for you to take and you gladly take it so that he can pull you up. He pulls you into his embrace and moves his other hand to your waist as the one holding you hand went to your face to caresses your cheek.

“Am I not allowed to admire how beautiful you are?” You retort as you wrap you arms around his waist and pull him closer till eventually you kiss. As your lips intertwined in a dance an idea popped into your head and it made you smirk. Sanemi felt the malice behind it and pulled away

“What are you thinking?” He searches your eyes for an answer.

You move your hands up to his chest and play with his collar for a few seconds before looking into his eyes.” Go clean up, wear nice pants-“

“No shirt?”

“No, no point in wearing clothes that I’m going to rip off anyway. Then meet me in the flower garden by my shrine. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am.” He flirtatiously said as he kissed you one last time then went off.

…

Sanemi’s pov:

I sat waiting on the small bench in their garden. There were a few lanterns lit and weird shit every where, but I don’t care cause it makes them happy and it yields results.

Who knows how much time I spent waiting but it was definitely worth it as I see y/n coming down the path looking like a goddess. They’re dressed in just a long skirt and their whole body adorned with gems and jewelry.

“Close your mouth Sanemi, a bug might fly into it.” Y/n teased as they approached me, bringing up a hand to caresses my cheek.

“What’s the plan? Cause I see a dagger and I’m not in the mood to be sacrificed.” I say as a grab her hand and move my face to kiss their palm.

“Oh I would never sacrifice you, you know how rare it is to find a pretty man like you? It’s like finding a fucking unicorn. I wouldn’t dream of sacrificing you, I just need a little blood.” A devious smile appears on their face. I’ve fought demons in the pitch black and haven’t felt scared. But now I’m a little freaked out but at the same time I can’t stop myself from getting hard. I’m so turned on and they can tell. Maybe it’s the blush on my face that gives it away or maybe it’s my eyes that can’t seem to focus on their face.” Is that ok?”

“More then.” I answer. I’ve bleed myself countless times, it’s second nature at this point.

“Fantastic.” A malicious grin shows up on their face. They light the incense that they brought out and it wafts through the air making the area smell like nag champa. They turn back to me, presenting their jewelry adorned chest and waist and wave for me to come. Getting up from my chair I feel possessed, but how could I not be? My lover is beautiful, if I didn’t know better I would assume they were inhuman, a mythical creature.” Kneel.” A simple command and I comply, kneeling in-front of the shrine with my hands on my lap. It’s adorned with plants and different stones.”You’re doing really well Sanemi. You’re really well behaved today. Good boy.” They praise me and I feel my face warm up as roll my eyes, but I don’t say anything. Typically I would start a fight but right now is not the time.” Ok I’m going to start now. Ok?”

I shake my head.” Ok.” Is all I say. I’m far too excited for what’s about to come, but I don’t care. My partner is literally a goddess and me? I am simply just a man, how could I say no?

They come to stand behind me. One hand on each shoulder, one holding the dagger, making the blade press into my chest, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to give me a preview of what’s to come.” Divine universe, spirits of the woods. My offering to you is the blood and seed of this man. He is young, he is healthy, he makes a fine offering and I hope he pleases you.” After that y/n kneels behind me and starts laying gentle kisses down my back. Taking their sweet time probably kissing my old scars, they’ve always liked doing that. They move back up to my neck and I feel a shiver going down my spine when I feel them lay their first open mouthed kiss underneath my ear. Their hands are going from my thighs to my hips to my waist squeezing and rubbing me in stupidly sensual ways that make me moan and make it hard for me to think. But I don’t do much thinking when I’m around them anyway.

“You’re so pretty.” They say in between kisses that are leaving me with splotches that are a nasty shade purple, but I don’t care cause it feels so fucking good. My neck and upper back are nearly covered by the time y/n finally pulls away and at that point I’m in a daze, i would honestly probably start licking the ground if the told me to.

I’m lost in my own head when I feel the cool metal of the dagger slid up my arm threatening my skin. I cut myself on the regular so it is nothing to me at this point, but now? It’s exciting and it makes a little nervous to have someone else in control of my pain.

“Where should we cut first? Hmmm?” Y/n basically purrs and the hair on my neck stands up as they keep dragging the knife up my arm and stop at my shoulder briefly. “What about here?” They tease before continuing down to me chest and going around my nipple once.

”Fuck..” I breathe out. They bring the blade to my sternum and follow my happy trail down to my dick, gilding the weapon gently over my bulge. Making my dick painfully jump. I’m so turned on it’s painful. We haven’t even gotten to the main event and yet my dick has weeped out so much pre cum that it feels like I’ve already blown my load. The dagger leaves my bulge and gos to a place on my V line that’s clear of scars and stops.

“I think another scar would look really good here. What do you think?” They ask seductively.

No thought goes into my answer.” Yes-“ it’s rushed and seconds after I can feel added pressure to blade making it break the skin. Although painful the drag upwards is filled with a pleasureful sting that last even after the incision. I moan loud, it feels so good. It’s never felt this good before.” More!” I beg and I hear a little giggle.

The knife is removed for a moment as well manicured hands find there way to the front of my hakama to undo the knot. The hands push my pants down are egre but so am I. My cock springs out covered in pre cum.

“Freak.” Y/n jokes as her hand goes to my cock.

“It was your fu-“ I’m cut off by my own moan as Y/ns hand goes up my shaft then tightens their grip when they near my head. They concentrate on the tip for a few seconds before going down again and I’m finally able to think again.” It was your fucking idea! You’re the freak, offering me up like lamb!” I bite back but it doesn’t sound too threatening cause it sounds whiny.

“Never said I wasn’t.” They kiss the corner off my mouth as they continue tugging on my cock.

I watch the blade return to my skin, it’s placed just above my navel and I shudder.” Now where should we cut up next?” The blade travels up now towards my neck and stops right over my Adams apple. I shakily inhale and swallow. I could be killed right now and I would’ve just let it happen. I should be scared about having a knife to my neck paired with the fact that I’m in an extremely vulnerable position right now, but it feels so good to trust someone. I feel at peace right now, no painful memories and although I have a knife to my throat right now I feel so safe, so loved.” Cut me again. Please?” I ask calmly as I feel a tear roll down my face.

“Well of course.” The knife leaves my throat and I exhale as I close my eyes feeling some more tears roll down my cheeks. The knife trails from my throat to my shoulder.” Right here? Yeah?” All I can do is shake my head. The stinging pain is back and I let out a sob and the blade penetrates my skin and the hand on my cock speeds up. I’m so so close to cumming but the knife leaves my skin before I get to and in result my tears fall down my face as I sniffle.

“Ag-“ I’m incapable of finishing cause the blade is right back on my spine making my back arch.” Shhhhit!” My eyes fly open.

“One more, ok Sanemi? I don’t want to actually sacrifice you.” They joke and the only thing I can do is turn my head towards them and nod as I take in all their beauty.

“So beautiful….” I lose myself in their eyes that are decorated in colourful make up and I can’t seem to look away. Not when the scene is so beautiful and the hand on my cock is doing so well that I let out whimpers on nearly every exhale. They smile as the shrink the distance between us, connecting our lips momentarily. My eyes stay closed after the kiss, letting all my other senses tell me what’s happening. I can feel Y/n pressed up against my left side, with their left hand fucking my cock and their right hand is pressing the knife against my spine.

“Right here?” They ask.

“Please.” It comes out in a breathy wine.

And there it is. The sharp pain starts at the top of my spine. My eyes open quickly as my eyes roll back. The dagger continues to slid through my skin slowly and my dick is twitching. I’m about to cum, I can feel my abs contract and my legs starting to shake.” Don’t you aghhh dare stop!” I sound out of breath. My back arches and the blade approaches my mid back and that’s it. I cum hard in silence to lost in pain and pleasure to make a single sound.

I collapse into Y/ns arms as I catch my breath. My pants are pulled back up and multiple kisses are being placed on my face as a hand comes to play with my hair.

“Thank you Sanemi.” They kiss my forehead.”You did really good. I’m sure the spirits will be pleased with you. And not only that but it looks like you’ve discovered a little something about yourself.” I can hear them smiling through their voice and then I feel a kiss being placed on my lips and I sigh. Finally coming back to reality.”I’ll clean you up and get you to bed yeah?” It’s asked less as a question but more as a statement. I nod my head and open my eyes. My cum is half on the shrine and half on the ground and I’m covered in my own blood and so is Y/n but lucky they’re wearing a dark coloured skirt and no shirt.

Y/n gets up then helps me up. I wait for a second as they stand in front of the shrine Muttering a quick prayer before extinguishing the candles. They grab my hand and lead me back to the house.

My night ended the way it usually did. Being cleaned and patched up by Y/n and falling asleep in their arms

[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 😀-

---------------------------------------

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: ☺️

---------------------------------------

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?

---------------------------------------

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 😏

---------------------------------------

Roise: *exists*

Anthony: She's mine now

---------------------------------------

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

---------------------------------------

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.

[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 :))

[starsambrosia]

So i stop flooding peoples dash im gonna just make this a group, the tag is #livechatter

Im rambling about my life because i feel like it

mean in all reality they have saved me from a lot of bad people and bad things i just i dunno if i can belive that every single person i meet is some kind of malicous creature or person with bad intentions...its been years and im outgoing i like people but ive had to cut off most people because the gods told me some shit about them that was scary or my divination read something was up

I just dont know but i dont want to risk it...

But like, how many demons can one person come across and how many just so happen to be bad news for me

3 confirmed and funny thing is one of them actually scarred me both physically and astrally /wild/ one was my childhood friend who had a crush on me and also decided to get into a pact with a demon for ...funzies... but i cant recall if she had the bloodline or not because the last one who was actually super chill was following a family tradition

so yeah when the gods say "hey psst beckys a demon" im gonna be like "well golly gee 3 out of 3 demons the gods told me about were demons i wonder if this person is in a pact with a demon

and typically /usually/ me and demons dont get along, they find my energy tasty ig. Like demons are fine they are but like they just want to eat me usually or theyr mad at me on sight :")

But in any case im gonna belive it, its just...really?? I know im a beacon but seriously? Every person i meet is some mischievous or negative entity. I get out here fae are more common but /everyone?/ really? I dunno man i cant just be running into every non human on the planet both online and irl or if theyr normal theyr just the most shit person you can be to an almost cartoonish extent.

/idk man/

But i stare at my pendulum the one i warded clensed banished shit on and used rituals to invoke a gods name and boom its just "yup this ones no good"

Like...OK??? THEN WHO IS??? And theyll set me up with people and it never goes well like it always falls through because the people i click with just arent good enough??? Or they just all want me dead?

Am i the problem? Like its me or its them and theyr gods like idk idk man im lost im so lost, how can nobody be ok how can so many people just want to hurt me on sight am i seriously that pathetic looking?? Or are they playing some kind of protective roll? Thats kind assuming a lot about them

What are the fucking odds theyd just be over protective

Im kinda whirlling right now because i think i figured it out, Apollo always expressed guilt over the whole imprisonment thing even though that was literally my fault for directly disobeying his very clear instructions for some guy, yeah thats an embaressment ill never live down

Im wondering if Apollo felt bad and now hes just being really harsh on anyone who comes near me, i only wonder this because he had been around for a really long time before he helped me escape my home/cult

But like ive asked others too

In the same pantheon

That was responsible for a lot of fucking trauma

Who like most of them have a reason to be harsh on people

I just wonder what would happen if i asked maybe Zeus instead of literally anyone else besides maybe some of the goddesses.

Oh godsssss i think ive just deadass been asking the wrong people because everyone else is bias and angry at people

Jesus christ i knew it was my fault if i had just thought about it for a second and got my head out of the ground i wouldve seen it

But still i could be wrong so i need to go ask Zeus with my pendulum and see whats going on before i go removing anything...im also wondering what other people have to say about this because im honestly so tired of shutting up about my weird ass life

Pendulum with Zeus:

Is the reason i keep getting a no on my friends because everyone else is bias and angry at people

Yes

Will you give me non bias direct answers if i contact you?

Yes

I get so specific with my questions because if it can only say yes no or maybe i want to narrow it down as much as possible, questions are phrased intuitively or auto written but some times intentional, more gently guided though.

So i figured it out by live journaling basically...nice, ok so this is weird...but when is it ever not hhh

Thats sweet honestly, if it weren't so suffocating...i cant belive this this has taken me literally 3 and a half years to figure out and i just had to talk to Lord Zeus??? Hhhhhhh oh my gods

Going to him more often now honestly

I wouldve never guessed that i think i think too lowly of myself if it took 3 and a half years to realize they care enough to be mad at people who caused me like, irreparable damadge hahaaaa