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All Mine

Maya Mason/ Fem Reader

Tags: a/o/b, Alpha!Maya, Omega!Reader, possessiveness, so so so much dirty talk, cursing, breeding kink, heat cycles, smut, knotting, talks of pregnancy, pet names, older woman/younger woman, legal but unspecified age gap, boss/employee relationship

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Maya Mason was fucking crazy. Absolutely, unequivocally, undeniably crazy. And you were so stupidly into it. Every shouted command, every emphatic curse word, every little thing that made Maya who she was drove you just as crazy as she was.

When it came to Maya, you constantly thought you’d seen her at her peak of wild behavior and wilder words. Whether it was smashing Matt’s phone on the floor over the Kool-Aid movie, biting off her own acrylic nails and threatening to fight someone over getting her coffee order wrong, or the time when Sal got yelled at for not knowing the latest TikTok fad and she called him an inverted donkey dick.

Somehow, all those little moments that would drive any sane person to quit only made you more attracted to Maya. Sure, the alpha was unpredictable and a bit unhinged, but she was also fiercely protective and driven. The fact that she was ridiculously stunning didn’t hurt. Piercing baby blue eyes framed by dark, meticulously styled hair and perfect makeup looks. Trendy designer outfits that flattered her in every possible way. Her impossibly quick wit and sharp tongue. All of those factors compounded and made Maya irritatingly attractive. It would’ve been fine if you weren’t her assistant and she wasn’t at least twenty years your senior.

Being an omega was already hard enough without the added stress of wanting the one woman you couldn’t have. The unwanted stares and advances, the ownership that some alphas believed they had just because of what was between their legs, the discrimination, the shame pushed upon you.

Being an omega in Hollywood was even worse.

Not only were you surrounded by some of the most cutthroat alphas on the planet, but they all seemed to think they were god’s gift to the world. Overbearing, overconfident, and overly friendly alphas littered your workplace. The only thing that seemed to stand in their way was Maya. It was in her nature as an alpha to be protective, but she seemed especially territorial when it came to you.

Every time she shot down an actor trying to hit on you, your stomach would explode with butterflies. It fed into your delusional dream that she was rejecting them so that she could have you instead. But every time she entered a rut, she would miss a day or two of work and come back with more hickeys than a high schooler. When your heat cycles would come, you would go out and try and find any alpha with dark hair and light eyes so you could pretend that it was Maya taking care of you instead.

It never worked and time after time, you would end up in your apartment, surrounded by toys that never satiated you and the blankets you tried to nest in, lonely and tired of being unsatisfied.

Maybe, in a more fortunate universe, you could’ve met in a natural environment instead of your workplace. Maybe she would take a liking to you and ask you out. Maybe she would give you litter after litter of pups that you could stay home and raise, only to have her come home and—

“Keep it in your pants, cutie.” Maya’s teasing voice and unique nickname for you shook you from your fantasy. You hadn’t even realized that your pheromones were spiraling out of control while thinking about your boss. Glancing around the room, every alpha’s eyes were locked on you.

“Sorry, Maya.” You ducked your head and tried to rein it in. She waved off your apology.

“It’s chill. Ready to go to set?” You nodded and gathered your essential items in your bag, tailing after Maya, who was already on the move.

Today’s outfit was really doing it for you.

Wide legged dark green cargo pants that perfectly accentuated her hips were adorned by an oversized belt, embossed with a large ‘M’ on the buckle. A vintage Dodger’s jersey was left open to show off a tight top that subtly pushed her breasts together in a way that you couldn’t help but stare at. A pair of Timberlands, a matching Dodger’s baseball cap, some stacked necklaces and bracelets along with her perfectly matching gold piercings tied it all together.

The pair of chunky sunglasses that she pulled out from her denim purse and slipped on to combat the L.A. sunshine polished it all off. Why did her stupid Stanley cup have to match too?

This woman was going to ruin you.

Today’s mission was to meet up with one of the studio’s clients who was a bit unruly, to say the absolute least. Paparazzi photos of her with a different guy or girl every time she went out, rumors about wild parties and substance fueled nights, as well as a mountain of blind items had piled up on the starlet’s shoulders and she didn’t seem to care in the slightest.

Matt, ever the coward, was too afraid to meet with the up-and-coming superstar and tell her to get it together, so he shirked the responsibility onto the marketing team.

After a tirade of curse words—many of which you’d never even heard before—Maya decided to just do it.

Luckily, the set that the actor in question was only a fifteen minute walk away from Continental’s main office building. You were well aware of the buzz surrounding the young star but you weren’t notified about how intoxicating her presence was. The moment that Maya threw open the door to the actor’s trailer, a rush of pheromones slammed into your chest. You pushed onward, determined not to let it affect you.

“Mia, girl, we gotta talk about what the fuck is up with you. Are you trying to get into the 27 Club,” Maya called out to the woman who sat in a chair at her vanity, legs spread and posture nonchalant.

“Damn, did I really fuck up so badly that they sent marketing to yell at me?” A smooth, drawling voice with a subtle accent you couldn’t quite identify filled your ears. You could only imagine the damage that an alpha like this could do to a crowd of swooning omegas.

“Worse. Y’know Matt? The pussy of a studio head? He was supposed to do this, but he’s allergic to doing his job and not being a bitch.” You snorted a laugh at Maya’s rather apt description. That was the first time that the younger alpha turned around, her face filled with curiosity.

Your first thought was how similar she was to Maya. Her hair was jet black instead of Maya’s dark brown, her eyes light green, not the glacier blue you were used to, but their coloring was incredibly similar. Her nose was straighter than Maya’s, but they had the same defined jawline and strong profile, not to mention the similarity in their names. If you were in a heat, this would’ve been the first person you would go for in place of the one you truly wanted.

The way she regarded you with a blatant look of desire caused a dizzying warmth to pool in your stomach and lick at the base of your spine. She gave you a critical once over before her lips peeled back to reveal an almost predatory smile. Tossing aside her phone, she pushed herself from her chair and brushed past Maya, who was still trying to explain why trashing hotel rooms was so 2005 and not in a cool way.

“Mia Myers.” Mia extended her hand to you, interest glimmering in her eyes. “Who are you?”

You managed to stammer out your name and shake her hand. Her presence was overwhelming. Either she’d never learned to, or didn’t care to control her pheromones in the slightest. Wave after wave of potent scent rolled off of her. She smelled amazing. Cool and minty with a touch of something woody. Your inner omega wanted desperately to carry such a strong scent on your skin.

A second, more powerful set of pheromones joined in, beating back Mia’s. You would’ve recognized Maya’s aroma anywhere. Something about this interaction was triggering a response that she couldn’t temper.

“I get it, you’re a fucking star, but you can’t keep going like this.” Maya looked expectantly at the younger alpha who was busy taking the fattest hit of her vape and eye fucking you.

With a dramatic exhale, she tilted her head back and blew out a cloud of smoke. “Can’t a girl have some fun?”

“You can, but you also can’t full send every impulse you have. Your dick is not a navigation tool.” You barely contained your laughter at Maya’s scolding.

“You’re telling me—an alpha in her prime—to slow down? Maya, not all of us are like, fifty years old.” Mia tossed you a wink as if you’d agree with such a stupid point. “Besides, how do you expect to lecture me about being well behaved when you bring a little treat like this into my trailer?”

“She’s my assistant,” Maya gritted out, her hands squeezing her water cup as is it were trying to run away.

“She’s also an unclaimed omega who’s a few days away from her next heat, if my nose is correct.” Suddenly, the already small trailer felt like it was closing in around you. Two equally pointed gazes raked over you as you shrank away from the attention. While Maya opted to cement herself in place, Mia chose the opposite. Stepping closer to you, she backed you up against the wall.

“Tell me, Omega. Do you have someone to take care of that for you? I don’t see a bite on your neck.” The actress’s fingers brushed over your scent gland before pressing down, earning herself a drawn out mewl. Your mind immediately went fuzzy with want.

“No, Alpha, I don’t.” The trembling voice that came out of you wasn’t one you recognized. This was one of the things you hated most about having presented as an omega. The way an alpha could reduce you to a whimpering pile of hormones with a few quick words and touches was humiliating.

“Poor thing,” Mia crooned, stroking the sensitive skin on your neck. “You smell so fucking good, I bet everyone on this lot is just dying to fuck you. But they couldn’t do it like I could.” Another cascade of pheromones dominated the trailer. If she didn’t stop, you were worried that your heat would be triggered early. Your body’s involuntary reactions were betraying you, but more importantly, they were betraying Maya.

The thought had your scent shifting into a different territory, one that was subtle enough to signal to Maya what you needed.

Rooted to the floor, the brunette had been doing everything in her power not to jump Mia and rip her throat out. She knew you weren’t hers, but in every sense other than an official one, you were.

Maya didn’t want to come off like every other idiotic alpha who only thought with their dick, throwing themselves at you without any care for how you felt, but every instinct in her body urged her to claim you as her own. Her mind convinced her that surely you wouldn’t want her. She was much older than you, abrasive, and your boss. She would only ruin your youthful vigor with her jaded perspective and scathing comments.

It was better to observe you from afar than to get tangled up with an omega who still had so much in front of her. Any form of fraternization outside of a friendly relationship would ruin not only her career, but any chance that you had at one as well. Despite her increasingly inconvenient feelings, she couldn’t put herself first.

Had she not put those blinders on, she would’ve seen a long time ago that there was nothing you wanted more.

Now, with you trapped up against a wall, all of Maya’s insecurities came rushing to the surface. Mia was younger, prettier, and on track to be one of the most successful actors of her generation. She would be perfect for you. Any yet, all Maya wanted to do was wrestle her to the ground and snap the arm that was a bit too close to you in half. Your distressed eyes caught Maya’s stormy irises and she snapped out of it.

“This is the type of shit that ruins careers, Mia. If you’re jumping at every omega with a fucking pulse, you’re going to end up paying a shit ton of alimony and even more in pup support.” Maya’s voice cut through the fog, providing you some much needed solid ground for your swept up mind. Mia, however, seemed unfazed.

“So what? Money’s not a problem. Besides, if an omega needs a nice, fat knot, who am I to deny her?” Mia relished the way your eyes glazed over, your lips parting ever so slightly at the idea. “Go ahead and google my name when you get home, Omega. I’m sure you’ll find what you’re picturing.”

Images flitted through your wayward mind and a pitiful whimper bubbled in the back of your throat. You could almost feel the warmth from Mia’s body mingling with your own steadily increasing temperature. Unable to look her in the eye, your gaze dropped down to the floor, catching the sizable bulge in the alpha’s pants on the way down.

“You’re a submissive one, aren’t you? I’ve still got thirty minutes before I need to be on set. I could give you a little preview, if you want,” Mia whispered suggestively in your ear. A low, warning growl burst from Maya’s throat. She stalked over and grabbed the actor by the arm, wrenching her back and spinning her around.

“How would it look if you were caught trying to fuck an assistant? Do you really think you’re hot shit? You’re not untouchable, you asshole. This is your last warning. Any more scandals and I will personally make sure that Continental drops your sorry ass like Taylor Swift drops special edition albums.” Releasing the younger woman, Maya straightened out her posture, flicking her hair over her shoulder and smoothing out her shirt.

“Come on, we’re leaving.” With a snap of her fingers, you wriggled out from under the stunned star and hightailed it out of there.

The fresh air hit you like a brick. You hadn’t even realized how strong the pheromones in the trailer were until you were free from them. Your head was spinning but Maya was already on the move, making it halfway across the lot before you stabilized yourself enough to chase after her.

Slightly out of breath, you finally caught up. “Hey, Maya, thank you for—”

“Take an early lunch.” The executive cut you off and stormed away. Mystified and honestly a little bit hurt, you watched her stomp away, shoving aside any background actors or PA’s who were unfortunate enough to be in her way.

You were going to pursue her and try and ask if she was alright, but an incredibly inconvenient tugging sensation appeared in your core. Your heart dropped out of your ass in an instant.

No, no, no.

You absolutely could not go into heat in the middle of the day. Frantically, you searched your pockets for your phone, clicking it on and revealing that you still had six hours to get through before you could go home. It was manageable. Uncomfortable and impractical, but not impossible.

For lunch, you quarantined yourself in a rarely visited conference room and worked on a marketing pitch for the stupid Kool-Aid movie that Matt was so invested in making. No matter what you did, your mind kept rolling back around to Maya. You suppressed the thoughts and snapped your laptop shut when the clock ticked over to one o’clock. With a deep breath to compose yourself, you exited the secluded area and wove your way through the bustling lobby, and up the stairs. You rounded the corner to get to Maya’s office but you were stopped dead in your tracks by an enormous wall of pheromones emerging from the room.

Plastering yourself to the wall, you decided to wait it out and pray that whatever was causing this shit storm would pass quickly. Your ears twitched when Maya’s voice echoed through the hall. If you focused, you could just barely tune into the private conversation.

“How bad is it this time,” Sal sighed, clearly exasperated with whatever they were discussing.

“I’m one minor inconvenience from splaying her on this table and fucking her to death.”

Quinn recoiled away from the brunette. “Maya! Gross!”

“What!? She’s too hot for her own good,” Maya complained loudly. “The things I would do to her would make BookTok shudder.”

“What the hell does that even mean?” Confused by Maya’s references, Sal turned to his best friend, who was equally lost.

“For fuck’s sake,” you heard Matt groan, “she’s an assistant, you can’t fuck her just because you’re on the verge of a rut. Do you know how many HR violations that would create?” The sound of something shattering against a wall echoed through the hallway, followed by a few shouts of annoyance.

“Don’t ever fucking talk about her for like, literally any reason ever, or I swear I will rip your dick off,” the alpha snarled, a flood of pheromones rolling off of her. “HR can suck my fat cock. All of you get the fuck out!” From your place outside her office, you ducked around the corner and tried desperately to suppress the immense amount of hormones screaming to you. Your senses were filled with Maya’s warm vanilla and cinnamon scent and your mind was absolutely racing.

Shrinking down against the wall, you felt your brain going fuzzy and pliant as well as your whole body becoming unbearably warm, a sure sign of the early onset heat worsening. Your heartbeat roared in your ears. You had to find a way out. An office full of alphas and an omega in heat was a worst case scenario, both for the people involved and for HR, just like Matt had predicted.

The people who had been occupying Maya’s office filtered out and thankfully, you weren’t so far gone that you were unable to somewhat restrain your own scent. Sitting on the floor and trying frantically to find a way out, your body went haywire from the stress.

There was an uncharacteristic silence in Maya’s office. No music, no phone calls, no obnoxious TikToks or Instagram Reels playing out loud.

A creaking sound indicated the alpha pulling her door open, but the blood rushing through your veins drowned it out. A new wave of pheromones, calming and comforting, enveloped you and suddenly, she was standing in front of you.

“Omega,” her words shook under the weight of her focus, “I need you to come into my office. Right now.” Her scent was so thick now that she was standing in front of you.

Peering up at her from your haphazard pile of limbs on the ground, your voice came out soft and unsure. “Me?”

A full-toned sound emanated from the older woman’s chest. “Unless you see anyone else here, yes, you.” She hauled you to your feet and dragged you into her office, slamming the door behind her so hard that you were scared she’d shatter the glass panels adjacent to it.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Fumbling for a more competent response, you failed to produce more than one word. “What?”

“You’re an unclaimed omega in heat and you’re here, in the office. I’ll ask you one more time. What the actual fuck are you doing here? Are you trying to cause a fucking riot in here?” The strain in Maya’s voice was audible as she fought her instincts to shove you to the floor and mate you then and there.

“I’m—it wasn’t supposed to start for another week but—”

“But what? Some pretty young starlet bats her eyes at you and you’re dripping down your legs?” The harsh tone cowed your inner omega into an honest answer.

“It’s not for her,” you admitted before you could even stop yourself.

Recognition flashed in Maya’s darkened eyes. “You’re—me? Because of me?” The normally overwhelmingly confident woman looked shocked to learn of your desire for her. A shy nod from you confirmed it. Her eyes flickered over you for a moment before she grabbed you by the waist and pressed you up against her desk.

“Do you even know how good you smell? I bet every alpha in this whole building is hard because of you right now. But only I can have you, isn’t that right?” Maya’s protective streak was showing itself and it made your heart sing.

“Yes, only you,” you whimpered as the older woman nosed at your scent gland, her hips jumping up against yours.

“That’s right, Omega. No more stupid games, and no more flirting with movie stars.”

Your head fell back to allow Maya further access to your overheating skin. “I already told you, I wasn’t flirt—”

“Shut. Up.” The words were punctuated by her hand grabbing your jaw and her bejeweled acrylics sinking into your skin. “I can still smell her on you. What the hell were you thinking? You let that bitch touch what’s mine.”

“Alpha,” you whined, becoming acutely aware of the slick that was surely staining your underwear.

“Fuck yes, say it again,” Maya groaned, sonorous and rough.

“Alpha, it hurts, please make it better.” Your pleading was as performative as it was honest. Your heat was coming for you in full force now, the throbbing between your legs becoming borderline unbearable as you breathed in the alpha’s intoxicating scent. Your body felt like it was on fire, every inch of your skin yearning for the powerful woman in front of you. It was beginning to be painful, how empty you were.

“Is that what you need, cutie? You need your Alpha to knot you and make that pretty pussy nice and full?” You could feel Maya’s cock straining against the fabric of her cargo pants, itching to be freed and buried deep inside you. Need clouded your mind and rendered you unable to answer her with anything other than a high, keening whine.

“Say it, Omega. Tell me what you need and I’ll send everyone in this god damned office home and fuck you on my desk.” You battled for every scrap of coherency you could find in the wastelands of your brain.

“Please, Alpha, I need your knot inside me. Need you to fuck me so bad.” Maya stared at you for a moment before tearing herself away from you and wrenching her office door open.

“EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT!” Her voice was a roar that resonated through the lobby and compelled even the most stubborn alphas to turn tail and run. The only ones who didn’t budge were Sal and Matt, who looked nervous as he rocked on his heels outside her office.

“Maya, you can’t just send everyone home,” he said in a hushed whisper.

“The hell I can’t,” she growled back, her dark eyes flashing dangerously.

“Well, as the studio head—”

“I don’t give a flying fuck what you are. You could be the reincarnation of Marylin Monroe and I literally would not give less of a shit. Go. Home. I’ll give you ten seconds and if you’re still here, you’re going to see what happens when you fuck with me.” Though she said it in a sweet tone, you knew it was the one she used when she was giving a final ultimatum. Stunned, Matt stared and gaped dumbly at the marketing genius.

“Ten.”

“Maya, just take her home.”

“Nine.”

“We can’t stop everything just for you to get off!” Matt glanced around anxiously as everyone else took the opportunity to go home early and enjoy the spring sunshine.

“Eight.”

Joining in was Sal’s panicked voice. “Stop counting!”

“Seven.”

“Seriously, we’re not kids!”

“Six.” The waves of anger rolling off of Maya were overriding your mind’s ability to rationalize. Even though you knew it wasn’t directed toward you, her rage-induced pheromones dominated your senses and you fell to your knees, cowering by her desk. Your faint whining drew her attention, wild blue eyes widening when she realized what was going on.

Matt and Sal caught on too and they immediately raised their hands in defense when Maya bared her teeth at them, protective instincts going haywire. “Okay, I get it, you’re upset—”

Maya cut Matt off with a glare. “Two.”

“You just skipped like three numbers!” Sal’s pout did not sway Maya in the slightest.

“One.” Maya took a menacing step toward her coworkers, her hand flying up to her mouth as she prepared to bite off the fake nails she paid an egregious amount for.

Matt paled. “Okay! Okay! I’m leaving! We’re all leaving!” Defeated, the studio head scampered away, taking his best friend and the last of the building’s employees with him.

The second she was sure he had left, Maya was back on you, plucking you up off the ground and setting you on top of her desk. Her calming scent washed over you, soothing your distress and returning you to the state of need you had previously been enveloped by.

Maya’s pupils were shot to hell, jet black and dominating the steely blue of her irises. Her breathing was ragged and shallow. Your pitchy whine made her fingers tighten around your waist.

“Please kiss me,” you begged, your hands scrunching up the fabric of Maya’s shirt. The words had barely left your lips before Maya was on you, her hands cupping your ass and dragging you closer, her tongue easily slipping past your lips and established control. You moaned into her mouth when you felt her cock straining against your leg. The sound triggered your alpha’s body to start rutting up against you. Unsatisfied with the angle you were giving her, you spread your legs and wrapped them around her waist.

A deeply primal growl erupted from Maya. She rubbed her clothed cock over the provided surface for a few moments before an angry noise came out of her. In a flash, she shoved all of the things on her desk to the side, sending her computer, phones, pencil holders and water bottle to the floor.

You squeaked in surprise. “Is it broken?” The monitor’s screen flickered and blinked in and out of a blue screen.

“I don’t give a fuck about the computer. I could buy a million of those shitters but there’s only one of you, little omega.” You whined as you felt Maya’s length grinding up against your clothed center, desperate to feel her bare skin against yours.

“God, you smell so fucking good,” she moaned in your ear, “I’m gonna knot you so good. Gonna make you nice and full of my cum.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as the image of yourself, stuffed full of Maya’s thick knot, danced in your mind. “Oh my god, please!”

“You sound so fucking good when you beg for me.” Maya ripped your shirt off of you, taking your bra with it. “Come on, baby, show me those pretty tits.” You obediently arched your back, pushing your breasts closer to her. When her lips attached to your perky nipple, a pornographic moan tumbled from your lips. You bowed further into her, basking in the feeling of her hot tongue drawing messy circles around your nipple.

“Off, please!” Tugging at the hem of Maya’s shirt, you assisted in ridding her of the branded garment. She unhooked her bra and cast it aside as well, but you didn’t have time to drink in the newly exposed alabaster skin before Maya was on you again.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought of doing this?” Maya guided you down, laying your back on the table. Looking up at her, you could see the cracks in her exterior widening. You flexed your legs around her waist, experimentally rolling your hips against hers. The responding noise sent another wave of slick down your thighs. You moved to prop yourself up but quickly found your hands being yanked out from under you and repositioned over your head.

“Stay,” Maya snarled at you before her lips clashed with yours again. Her right hand kept both of yours out of the way while her left roughly palmed your breast. Each jagged thrust of her hips against yours made you more and more desperate for her. The second that her mouth moved down your neck, your words began to flow freely.

“Please, Alpha. I need your cock, need you to fill me up and make me yours!” Moaning against your skin, Maya’s hips sped up.

“Beg me for it. Beg for your alpha,” she demanded.

“Please give it to me, Alpha. I’ll be so good for you, I’ll take all your cum and give you so many pups. You’re so big I can feel you through your pants. I wanna feel you in my stomach.” Wild eyes captured yours, twitching with the focus of restraining herself.

“Fuck, you’ve got a dirty mouth, don’t you,” Maya panted. Trying to pull back, she found your ankles locked around her, your eyes pleading her not to break your contact.

“Let go, Omega. Don’t you want me to touch you?” The slight huff in Maya’s voice was adorable, but you were too focused on freeing yourself of your pants. The moment the restrictive garment was off, the scent of your slick dominated the room. Without the minor friction gifted to you by the seam of your pants, your cunt yearned for any kind of attention. Maya was staring down at your soaked underwear, her hands shaking slightly as she ran them down your sensitive skin.

“All for me?” You nearly screamed when her hand possessively rubbed against your cunt.

“All for you, Alpha! You own me. You own my pussy, please make me yours,” you wailed, tears springing up in your eyes from how badly you needed her. It was starting to hurt. You had never craved anyone or anything more than the way you needed to feel any part of Maya on your intimate areas.

“Such a needy girl,” she cooed, “so messy. You’re soaking through your panties.” To emphasize her point, Maya pulled the destroyed fabric away from your pussy and let them snap back. Your body had an involuntary reaction, your hips jumping up and humping the air.

“Hurts, Alpha. Inside, please!” Short sentences were all you could manage with the foggy nature of your brain.

“It’s okay, cutie. Hey, you’re okay,” Maya soothed you, gently pulling your underwear down and exposing your swollen cunt. “Poor baby, you’re burning up. It’s okay, Alpha’s gonna make it all better.” A choked cry echoed through the room at the first drag of Maya’s tongue through your folds. Your head nearly slammed into the table with how abruptly you pressed into the contact.

“Tastes so fucking good,” Maya said against the sopping skin of your pussy. She took another long slurp of your slick, almost as though she were trying to consume your body as well as your soul. When your hands raked through her straightened brown locks, she didn’t even scold you for ruining her hairdo.

False nails bit into the skin of your thighs as Maya held you close to her face. Her tongue dipped lower and you almost came on the spot when the strong muscle teased your entrance before pushing in and swirling around your walls. With her tongue fully inside your cunt, you found yourself grinding your clit against Maya’s perfectly sloped nose. You were starting to understand what the women in the rap songs Maya often blasted through her office were talking about.

“Please, need your fingers,” you sobbed pathetically. Obliging as ever, Maya slipped two fingers into your cunt and returned her tongue to your clit, drawing tight circles over the aching nerve endings. She seemed to know exactly what you needed, targeting the soft, spongy spot deep inside you with each movement of her hand.

“So good, Alpha. So fucking good, gonna cum!” Your hands scratched against the mahogany desk in search of anything to anchor yourself against the inevitable crash of your climax. Determined to see you come undone, Maya swapped her tongue for the pad of her thumb and snuck her way up your body.

“So beautiful,” she purred in satisfaction. “My sweet Omega has such a tight pussy. My cock is going to stretch you so well that you’ll never want another alpha inside you ever again.”

“Only you. Only you,” you parroted back to her, drunk off your pleasure. She gave a groan of approval that was reinforced by her fingers scissoring inside you. With a few more frenetic thrusts, your eyes screwed shut and your walls clenched around her fingers.

The relief you got from your first orgasm would tide you over and keep you out of discomfort for long enough to do what you had been dying to do since you first met the marketing executive.

“Maya, may I please suck your dick?” You dragged your fingers across the imprint of her shaft that tented her pants. Your answer came in the form of a feral growl and a tight grip on your wrist.

“I want to be inside you, Omega. Right now.” The wall of pheromones your lover released nearly forced your mind into submission but your long-standing fantasy simply had to be realized.

“And I want you to be inside me, but Alpha,” you bit down on your lip and started straight into her untamed eyes, unzipping her fly and slipping your hand into her pants, “you’re so big. If I don’t make sure you’re nice and ready, you might break me.”

Your pout combined with the tips of your fingers teasing the head of Maya’s cock through her underwear and the blatant flattery broke her in a way you didn’t expect. With a strangled moan, the brunette’s cock twitched and spurted out a few thick ropes of cum.

Mouth agape, you stared at her. A blush of what appeared to be humiliation painted Maya’s cheeks a vibrant pink.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, that’s so fucking embarrassing,” she mumbled quietly.

Instead of a reassurance, you simply tugged her underwear down, pushed her backwards into her chair, and sank to your knees. “Please, Alpha, let me taste you.”

“Yeah? My slutty little Omega wants to suck me off?” With her confidence renewed by your submission, Maya’s dominance was back with a passion. “Go on then, baby. Show me what you can do.” With a coy smile, you extended your tongue and began to carefully lap at the leaking head of Maya’s cock, savoring each droplet of salty precum she produced for you. A keening whine from your lover’s throat encouraged you to take her shaft into your mouth, slowly descending down her length.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Maya panted. In thanks, you hollowed your cheeks and sank down the last few inches until your nose pressed against the neatly maintained patch of curls at the base of her cock.

“That’s it, cutie. Take all of it down your throat.” Strong hands caressed your face as you choked and gagged around Maya’s dick. Tears and drool leaked from your eyes and mouth but when you caught sight of Maya’s piercing blue eyes, heavy with admiration and desire, you almost didn’t pull off.

Unfortunately, your need for air outweighed your need to see Maya’s face contorted in pleasure. That familiar aching feeling in your cunt had returned. You inhaled sharply when a violent pang of want stabbed through your cunt. Suddenly, you were all too aware of how empty you felt.

“Open.” Your lips parted immediately. The commanding tone your alpha spoke in overwhelmed you completely. “I just need to feel you a little longer, then I’ll breed that pretty pussy of yours.”

“Yes, Alpha. Use me, need—mmphf!” Your words were cut off my Maya shoving your head down onto her length and pounding into the back of your throat.

“Poor baby,” she cackled, “can’t even finish your sentence, can you? Too fucking busy getting used like a little toy.” Another gush of slick stained your legs and dripped onto the floor beneath you. Your hands braced against Maya’s thighs as she fucked your throat. Every pathetic, garbled noise and wet gag supported Maya’s goal of ruining your throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Maya gasped, her hips stuttering and the muscles of her thighs flexing. “As good as your mouth is, I need to be inside you right now.”

Excitement coursed through your veins as you scrambled to your feet and draped yourself over her desk, bent at the hip and exposing your glistening cunt to her.

“Look at you. So fucking sexy. Such a good omega, presenting her pussy to her alpha.” A warbling moan slipped from your lips, loudening when Maya’s tongue took one long lick up your slit. Before you could beg her to fuck you already, she grabbed your body and flipped you over onto your back.

“No hiding. You’re going to look me in the eyes when I take you.” Sharp blue irises captured yours in a searing eye contact. As if to tease you, her tip twitched against your eager hole.

“Alpha, please! I can’t wait anymore, I feel so empty. It hurts,” you babbled incoherently.

“It’s okay, cutie. Take a deep breath for me,” Maya shushed you, dragging the head of her cock through your slippery folds.

“Please!” At this point, you were a sobbing mess, your fingers scraping at the wooden table as if it would somehow lead to your relief.

Finally, after waiting for so long, Maya’s hips rolled forward, pushing her tip just inside of your tight, aching hole.

“God, you’re so wet, baby. You needed this, didn’t you? Needed a big, strong alpha to fuck you like you like the desperate bitch you are.” You didn’t answer verbally, opting for a high, sad whine paired with your hips frantically searching for any further contact.

“I want to hear you say it, Omega. Tell me what you need.” Maya’s own desperation was reaching a fever pitch. The feeling of your cunt clamped down around her was driving her wild. She wanted to let go and ravage you but after seeing that obnoxious little shit of an actress flirting with you earlier, she had to hear it from your mouth. Steady hands prevented you from moving forward and taking what you wanted.

“Alpha, please fuck me. I only need you. I want you to mate me.” The last sentence caught both of you off guard. Sure, you’d been thinking it for so long, but saying it aloud changed things. It created the shift from a quick, passionate fuck to something almost monumental.

“You’re just saying that because of your heat. You don’t—” Before Maya could deny your affections, you laced your fingers through hers and pulled her closer until your noses brushed against each other.

“I mean it, Maya. I want you to mate me.”

With an uneven breath, Maya rested her forehead against yours. “I don’t know if I can hold back.”

“I’m not asking you to,” you whispered. A deep noise rumbled in the alpha’s chest and with one final push, she sank her full cock into your fluttering walls, stretching you open better than anyone else ever had before—and if you had it your way—ever would again. You shared a wrecked moan with her before she straightened back up and set a punishing pace that made your whole body shake and arch with every movement.

Keeping your eyes open was impossible and when Maya guided your legs to rest over her shoulders, all you could do was whimper mindlessly and take the pounding she gave you. Everything in your universe was Maya. Her scent, her touch, her cock, it was happening like thousands of puzzle pieces fitting together all at once. This was where you were meant to be.

“You feel so good, baby. This is the best pussy I’ve ever had. My best girl. All mine.” Trembling under Maya, your cunt sucked her in over and over again. She was hitting against something deep inside you that sent sparks of electricity up your spine. The slow drag of the veins on her cock created a delicious feeling inside you.

“So beautiful like this. You were made for this, Omega. Made to take my knot and have my pups,” Maya grunted, her hips picking up speed as she drove into you over and over again. Despite it being your first time with her, it seemed as though the brunette knew your body like the back of her hand. The firm grip on your thighs that allowed her to pull your hips into her was accentuated by the subtle bite of her acrylics, blending the pleasure with the pain in a heady combination.

“Yes, Alpha, need your knot, need you to breed me,” you cried out, your hands flailing uselessly as you tried to find some way to prepare yourself for the inevitable increase in Maya’s power. Instead, it seemed that Maya was more focused on you rather than her own needs.

“I want you to cum on my cock, cutie. Alpha wants to feel you making a mess.” The second that her fingers rubbed at your throbbing clit, your eyes glazed over and your mouth fell open. The provided hole was quickly filled by Maya’s other hand leaving your thigh and pressing three fingers into your mouth. She effortlessly matched pace, her cock fucking you in time with her digits ramming into the back of your throat.

“Gonna cum!” You managed to get the phrase out just before your climax ripped through you. Every muscle, ligament, and tendon in your body worked in concert to tighten and release all at once. If your first orgasm had been amazing, this one was beyond description. Maya graciously guided you through it, her pace slowing just enough to allow you to come down.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” the older woman murmured, her eyes dark and her chest rising and falling rapidly. “You’re going to be even more beautiful when you’re carrying our pups.” The image alone was enough to reduce you to a whining, pliant mess under your alpha.

“Yes, need it, knot me!” Maya dragged you down her desk and folded your legs until the backs of your thighs were flush to your chest. With a wicked grin, she pulled back until just a few centimeters of her length remained inside you and slammed back in with a brutality that knocked the wind out of your chest.

This was closer to what you had expected. Being spread open and fucked silly on the alpha’s desk while she preened under the endless validation of your pitiful sobs and whimpers. Taking you for everything you were worth and then some. Nimble fingers that you watched fly over her phone screen pinching at your nipples, rolling and tugging them. While she had been laser focused on you earlier, this round was all about her.

“Such a good fucking girl. You’re taking all of me like a good omega should. So wet and it’s all for me.” Maya’s constant spout of words seemed to be for her own benefit as much as they were for yours.

Such coherency was a luxury you could not afford.

With the way Maya’s cock felt inside you, hitting all the right spots and splitting you open, your brain function was essentially fucked out of you. Maya couldn’t help but stare at the way your breasts bounced each time her hips drove into yours. All she could think of was how big they would get when she got you pregnant. Heavy with milk for the pups on the way.

Her pups.

In you.

In her mate.

Pride, possessiveness, and a primal urge to see your stomach swollen and full raged deep in Maya’s chest. A new vigor consumed the brunette as her knot began to form at the base of her shaft. Ragged breathing filled the room, your eyes locking onto Maya’s when you felt the width of her knot bumping against your entrance.

“Tell me you want it.” A softness appeared in Maya’s azure eyes. She was giving you a chance to back out. You would’ve rather never been knotted again than let her go. You surged forward, wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her deeply. It was mostly tongues and teeth, but the answer was more than clear.

In a deliberate show of force, Maya scooped you up off her desk and carried you the short distance to her nearby couch, sitting you both down and never letting her cock slip out of you. With the seated position, she pressed up against your cervix in a way that made your head spin.

“I wanna see how bad you need me, cutie. I want to see these pretty tits bounce in my face while you ride your Alpha’s cock.” A stinging slap to your ass kicked you into gear. Most of your energy had been sapped a long time ago but the blissed out look on Maya’s face was more than enough motivation. Her burning eyes were glued to where her shaft disappeared inside you and your walls clung to her, coating her in a generous amount of slick that left her cock glistening.

“Do you like this, Omega? How does it feel riding your Alpha’s cock?” Subtly veined hands gripped your waist, assisting you in taking as much as you possibly could with each thrust. When you didn’t answer quickly enough, Maya pressed down on your stomach, right where her cock was spearing you open. Your eyes snapped shut, your brow furrowing and twitching while you regained some semblance of intellect in order to respond.

“So fucking good, you fill me so good, Alpha.”

“That’s right, baby. This is where you belong, hmm? Bouncing on my dick, ready to take my knot. If we want you pregnant, we need to make sure you’re never empty.” Maya watched gleefully as your hips stuttered and your breathing hitched. She nipped at your breast and when your head fell forward onto her shoulder, her lips traveled north to your neck.

“I’m going to fuck you anywhere and everywhere I please. If I’m in a meeting, where will you be?” Warm and wet, Maya’s tongue danced across the column of your neck, up to your jaw, and across the underside to your chin. The smug grin she wore only turned you on more.

“Taking your knot, Alpha,” you shuddered at the idea, your cunt quivering around Maya.

“Very good,” she praised you. “Fucking hell, I’m gonna ruin this pussy. Gonna pump you so full of cum that it leaks out of your pretty fucking mouth.” Capturing your lips in another messy kiss, Maya repositioned you one last time. With her lying down on the couch and you flat on her chest, her hands found the globes of your ass, massaging and kneading them. Your eyes flew open when you felt her knot begin to catch on your hole.

“Alpha, Maya, want you to knot me now, please.” Your sweat blended with hers as your skin stuck together. Shallow thrusts indicated that while she was willing, Maya wanted more. No matter how hard you racked your mind, you couldn’t figure out what she wanted from you. Those expectant, icy eyes fixed you in place. Tears threatened to fall, pricking at the corners of your eyes. You wanted—no—needed her so badly that it physically hurt.

In one last ditch act of submission, you tilted your head to the side and presented your scent gland to Maya. In a breathy whisper, you sealed the deal.

“I’m yours.”

That was all it took to shatter Maya’s resistance. At the same time that her lips latched onto your neck, she wrapped her arms around your waist and began to jackhammer her hips up into yours.

“My girl. All mine.” Your inner omega screamed in delight as the thick bulge of Maya’s knot pressed against your wrecked hole. It took less than a minute of the frenzied fucking before you felt yourself parting and allowing the alpha fully inside you. When your heat fully enveloped Maya’s cock, she sank her teeth straight into the sensitive skin of your neck, biting down and finally claiming you as her own. Your hands scrabbled against her arms, a heavy fog obscuring your brain as every instinct inside you sang with joy. It was pure ecstasy to feel Maya’s teeth scraping against her mark paired with her knot sinking into you, plugging you up so that when she came, not a single drop would be wasted.

When it was your turn to return the mark, you did so without hesitation. Nuzzling her neck a for a moment before sinking your teeth in, the heady scent of cinnamon, vanilla, and something luxurious yet unnamed raced through your nose. The pure, unfiltered smell of Maya Mason was too much to handle and before you even realized what was happening, your next orgasm consumed you. Securing your bite was made difficult by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you but when you were sure it was done, you pulled back, marveling at the dark mark that indicated your now undeniable connection.

“Baby, please, need a little more,” Maya begged, her voice hoarse and unrestrained in a way you could’ve never dreamed of hearing. Understanding exactly what your mate needed, you started to grind your hips against her knot, lying flush to her chest and looking up into her eyes with the best submissive look you could muster.

“Please, Alpha, only you can fuck me right. Only you get to breed me. Can I please have your knot? I promise not to waste a single drop.” Maya’s arms flexed around your waist, compressing you down onto her chest even further. Her hips were erratic at best, her shaft straining inside your dripping cunt.

“Please,” the brunette gasped desperately. Seeing her as ruined as you felt was intoxicating. Palming her breasts, you went in for the kill.

“Don’t you want to breed your omega? To make sure everyone knows I belong to you?” Your lover nodded jerkily. “Show them, Maya. Show them who owns me. Show them who’s the strongest alpha in Hollywood.”

The last thing you heard was Maya’s low, feral snarl before she burst inside of you, splashing her hot cum in your walls. You squeezed your cunt around her, humping her cock and milking out every last bit of the thick white fluid.

“Mine, all mine, my girl, my Omega,” Maya groaned into your neck as she held you close, securely connected by her knot. Her lithe fingers slipped down to your swollen clit and swiped over the sensitive bud until you came around her yet again. That seemed to trigger another wave of cum from the alpha, adding to the first that was still sloshing around in your womb. Spurt after spurt spilled out into you until a slight bump had formed in your stomach. When Maya noticed it, a shaky moan tumbled from her wetted lips.

“Hmm?” Your eyes were unfocused, too lost in the post-orgasm haze to understand what was happening. Only when Maya sat up with her knot still trapped inside you did you feel the slight pressure of her cum inside you.

“Do you feel that, cutie? That’s all me. My cum inside my pretty girl.” A soft hand petted the subtle bump in your stomach. A whimper—maybe of contentment or maybe of desperation—exited your mouth and was quickly swallowed up by Maya’s pink lips pressing against yours.

Unlike the others, this kiss was loving and gentle. Maybe even a bit exploratory. Like for the first time, Maya had the clarity of mind to memorize every inch of your mouth. While her arms remained around your waist, yours snaked around her shoulders, intensifying the kiss. Her tongue swiped over your bottom lip and you granted her the access she desired without question. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against her knot which still hadn’t begun to deflate. Your nipples rubbed against hers in a maddeningly teasing way.

“You’re so fucking perfect for me, baby. I’m going to make you so happy,” Maya promised, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I’ll give you the whole fucking world.”

If there was one thing about Maya Mason, it was that when she made a promise, she would always follow through. So you believed her. Without a doubt, you knew that Maya would stop at nothing to please you.

Resting your head on her chest, you sighed, completely satiated in a way you had never felt before. Your combined scents swirled in the air with the unmistakable smell of sex. Even when Maya’s knot finally shrank enough for her to pull out, you refused to let her do so. This moment—the two of you fused together and happily perched on cloud nine—was well worth the wait.

#ao3 #fanfic #maya mason #wlw smut #smut #the studio #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #kathryn hahn #lesbian #wlw #clovenroses

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jack-of-all-inverts · 7 months ago

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Pairing time for the Budwing mantises! Tortoise (M) & Turtle (F).

#tw bugs #mantis #invert pets #praying mantis #insect #insects #mantises #bugblr #my mantises #my inverts #invertblr #invert breeding #invertebrates #mantis breeding #budwing mantis #budwing #parasphendale

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hydro-city-zone · 1 year ago

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ALTERFALL: 2024 Recap.

As of last post, ALTERFALL's entire cast of Beta Kids and Beta Trolls have been revealed! Before moving on to any further details such as auxiliary characters (Guardians, Exiles, etc.), Alpha session characters or in-depth looks into the Beta sessions, let's recap - for those who joined partway, or are only joining now!

ALTERFALL is a Homestuck Kidswap/Bloodswap AU in which, due to a single in-universe change, many characters' upbringings are altered due to the landing locations of their meteors being switched. The in-universe event that changes the course of the story and the nature vs nurture approach to changing the characters in their new roles was inspired largely by Inverted Fate, which we definitely recommend to all UNDERTALE fans! Below the cut are some images detailing each character, and at the end a links will be provided to read more about them!

BETA KIDS

A group of four human teenagers who communicate online after meeting each other in a series of odd encounters. Together, they intend to play SBURB: a mysterious video game entrenched in conspiracies, hoping to dispel the wild rumors breeding in the depths of message boards, or at least to have some fun. Unbeknownst to them, the game truly is the catalyst for Earth's apocalypse, with the four of them being thrust into another world and given the task of creating a new universe.

BETA TROLLS

Twelve aliens and previous players of SBURB - or as it is known on their planet - SGRUB. Their gruesome home planet of Alternia has instilled within them all manner of quirks, prejudices and generally colorful personalities (for better or worse), but somehow, against all odds, they managed to succeed in their game and create the universe that birthed humanity. Despite this, these twelve have been trapped in their game session, unable to claim their prize of a new home and festering in their captivity. Connections have been established to the game session of the humans, however, and thus they have gained the ability to send messages to them... At any point in the timeline they so please.

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Humans: John Jade Dave Rose God Tiers

Trolls: Patrons Aradia Gamzee Equius Tavros Eridan Feferi Sollux Nepeta

Misc: Correction Sprite Art Human Modus Descriptions

Chrono Tag

See you soon.

#alterfall #homestuck #rose egbert #john lalonde #june lalonde #dave harley #jade strider #gamzee megido #equius nitram #eridan captor #feferi leijon #terezi vantas #karkat pyrope #vriska maryam #kanaya serket #aradia makara #tavros zahhak #sollux ampora #nepeta peixes

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thejohnlockedfemboy · 9 days ago

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An Extensive Guide to My Omegaverse/Misceverse

While my version of the Omegaverse that I use in my fics and roleplays has the fundamental basics of the canon Omegaverse, there are several key additions and tweaks.

This post will be a work-in-progress, being updated as I think of other information that needs to be added.

Post under the cut.

Secondary Genders:

Secondary Genders are the foundation of the Omegaverse. They dictate who is topping, who is bottoming, who has heats or ruts. There are three Secondary Genders, which are Alpha, Beta, and Omega, along with subtypes of each secondary gender called Tertiary Genders, which encompass delta, sigma, nu, mu, psi, xi, gamma, digamma, elipson, enigma, zeta, and theta.

List of most common second genders.

Here is some information about the main three Secondary Genders:

ALPHA:

Alphas and alpha-subtypes are the second most common Secondary Gender. Approximately 40% of the population are alphas. They are known for being natural leaders with predispositions towards violence, possessiveness, and aggression. However, a good alpha can also be an excellent provider and protector, caring deeply for their mate and/or pack.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONS OF AN ALPHA:

Alphas are usually larger than betas or omegas. The average height is between 5’7 to 6’4, 140-250 pounds, but this will vary from person to person.

In males, broad shoulders and traditionally “masculine” features are common, along with wide chests and thick torsos, large hands and feet, strong jaws, and a naturally high level of testosterone.

In females, larger frames, narrow hips ( due to inability to become impregnated, therefore rendering null the need to have a pelvic bone wide enough for childbearing ), and thicker distribution of body hair is common. 99% of female alphas are born without a uterus and do not have a menstrual cycle.

FANGS/INCISORS:

Fangs, also known as incisors or “canine teeth,” are a prominent alpha feature, biologically designed for marking their territory ( omegas or other packmates ).

Alpha fangs are usually half an inch to an inch long, and are thicker than other teeth and sharp. The larger the fangs, the more appeal they have. Fang care is very culturally important, with all pups ( no matter their secondary gender ) being taught to thoroughly brush their fangs for at least twenty seconds longer than the rest of their teeth. Bright white fangs and sharper fangs are seen as desirable traits.

Some alphas, especially asexual, aromantic, or aro-ace individuals, may choose to have their fangs filed down by a dentist to show that they do not have an interest in relationships or dating.

KNOTS:

A knot is a thick circle of tissue at the base of an alpha’s member. When they are hard, that tissue inflates into a knot-like formation, biologically designed to be thrust past the rim of an omega’s hole to lock them together while the alpha ejectulates, to ensure that the omega’s body receives as much seed ( also known as cum, semen, ect ) as possible, raising the possibility that they become pregnant.

A common slang term for this is being “pupped up,” or bred, meaning that an omega has been claimed, mated, knotted, and then impregnated by their alpha.

Male alpha knots are usually between two to four inches in thickness. Female alphas, who have an inverted member ( but still fully functioning ) much like that of a male dog hidden within a sheath and will only appear when stimulated, usually have knots that are slightly smaller.

Female alphas may or may not have a vagina. Most commonly they will not, as it would lead to nowhere except in the 1% of female alphas who are born with a uterus, but biological variations have been documented in between 3-7% of the female alpha population.

RUTS:

Ruts are exclusive to alphas and alpha subtypes. They usually occur annually or bi-annually, often in the spring and fall. During this time, an alpha’s instincts drive them to mate and knot a partner, to breed and produce offspring with them.

Ruts last between 3 and 10 days. During this time, alphas will have raised libido and stamina. They may become increasingly agitated, to the point where they may give in to instincts altogether and become “rabid.” This is a slang term, and does not actually mean that they are diseased, but instead means that they pose a serious danger to any omegas in the area, and will be aggressive towards other alphas to the point of physical altercations.

However, ruts can also be triggered by an omega’s heat, or during bonding. More on all three subjects can be found below.

Rut suppressants are an OTC ( over-the-counter ) medicine used to control and prevent alphas ruts, especially ruts brought on from scenting an omega in heat.

An alpha on suppressants will be more mellow, cohabitate with omegas and other alphas better, and experience a lower libido and decreased instincts.

It is recommended by doctors that alphas go off of their suppressants at least once every four years to allow the body’s natural needs to be met. If an alpha suppresses their ruts for too long, they can suffer physical symptoms such as depression, mood swings, intense irritability, increased aggression, restlessness, along with an oversensitive member and body pain. The longer an alpha suppresses their ruts, the stronger their rut will be after they go off of their suppressants.

Who can an alpha mate with?

Alphas CANNOT fully mate with other alphas. Alpha-alpha relationships are not common, but not unheard of. Alpha-alpha relationships will never produce pups, as alphas are unable to become pregnant.

Alphas CAN fully mate with female betas, since female betas have a fully functioning uterus and vagina. Female betas have a low fertility rate but can still become pregnant. However, due to their lack of strong pheromones, female betas are not the most desired mate for an alpha.

Alphas CANNOT fully mate with a male betas, as male betas do not have a functioning vagina or uterus. Alphas who partner up or bond with male betas will not produce pups. Therefore, male betas and alphas do not often bond, but do often partner up for casual hookups to help unmated alphas through their ruts.

PACKS AND PACK ALPHAS:

A pack is a group of two or more individuals that share a bond. This includes tight-knit friend groups, family groups, or polycules.

Not all friends are packmates. Pack is the strongest bond that can be shared between individuals who ARE NOT mated to each other. Mated individuals can still be part of a pack while retaining a special, separate bond with their partner.

Packs often live together, sharing food, rent, and sleeping space. Non-sexual intimacy is crucial for the pack bond to remain strong. Cuddles, hugs, kisses, and sharing beds and nests are all common practices among packs.

Packs often include siblings or relatives but do not have to. A person can and often is part of more than one pack at the same time. For example, a person may be a part of a family pack ( parents, siblings, and the individual ) and one to two friend packs. Usually a person will have one specific pack they are closest to.

Another common pack structure is that of the POLYCULE. This is where multiple individuals are mated to one another to form a pack like those made by wolves. It is in these packs that the PACK ALPHA is the most prominent figure.

The pack alpha is often the most senior alpha in a pack. They are entitled to control over the other pack members, but may be forced from their position by unanimous vote if they are abusing their power.

In a family pack, the pack alpha would be the oldest alpha relative. This may mean an alpha mother, alpha father, alpha grandparent, or eldest alpha sibling is the pack alpha.

In a friend pack, the pack alpha would be the alpha who had been in the friend group the longest, or the oldest alpha in the group.

In a polycule pack, the pack alpha would be the most dominant alpha. They would have the right to breed and mate all omegas in the polycule, as well as partner up with the betas in the polycule. The pack alpha may, in some polycules, also have intercourse with other alphas in the relationship.

HOW PACK ALPHAS ARE ESTABLISHED:

Pheromones:

Whichever alpha has the strongest pheromonal presence has a natural predisposition to be the dominant alpha in any situation or in a pack.

Pheromones are also known as “scent.” Every person has a scent based on their pheromones that communicates their mood and what their body is feeling. There is a distinct scent for a person who is sad, happy, angry, or anxious. Alphas and omegas have the strongest natural pheromonal scents.

Physical strength or seniority:

Whichever alpha is physically the strongest may be more likely to be a pack alpha. This will usually not apply if there are multiple younger alphas in their prime versus a senior alpha, as an older alpha will naturally hold a more authoritative presence.

Unanimous decision:

Oftentimes, an alpha will become the pack alpha simply because they have proven that they can protect and provide for their pack. An ideal pack alpha is firm but not harsh and possessive but not controlling. This is often the case in family packs.

For example, a family might have an alpha father and beta mother. They would have children, thus creating a pack. Because the father is the most senior alpha, he would be considered the pack alpha.

Another viable example would be a polycule with two alphas, two betas, and one omega. The pack alpha would be the one of the two alphas who is stronger, more dominant, and has a more prominent pheromonal presence. The pack alpha will likely “pup up” the omega, mate and bondmark the betas, and packmark and bondmark the other alpha. The other alpha may be allowed to also mate with the omega and betas, depending on the polycule’s personal decisions and consent.

PACKMARKS, BONDMARKS, AND SCENT GLANDS:

Scent glands are one of the most important things to understand in the Omegaverse. Scent glands are small glands beneath the skin, often appearing as a bump or not at all, that produce pheromones and the unique “scent” of alphas, betas, and omegas.

( screenshot above is not mine )

Alphas usually have three scent glands, one on the nape of their neck and one on each of their inner thighs. They produce the “dominant” scent that alphas are known for, which allows them to force an omega, beta, or lesser-ranking alpha to submit to them ( both in a societal sense and for mating ). An alpha’s scent is extremely important to their omega ( if they are mated to one ). Their scent can calm their omega down in an instant and provides safety and security for their omega.

Omegas can have as few as two scent glands or as many as eight. The usual position for these glands are on the nape of their neck, one on each side of their neck, and one on each inner thighs, along with one on each inner wrist. They produce the “submissive” scent that omegas are known for, which naturally catches the attention of alphas. This scent is described as “sweet” or “alluring,” especially when an omega goes into heat, which is when their scent is the strongest and will be almost irresistible to an alpha and can cause any nearby alphas to go “rabid.” HERE is a post about nesting that is canon to my Omegaverse au ( not mine ). Omegas can produce a plethora of soothing scents, ranging from scents used to comfort pups or other distraught omegas, calm down an agitated alpha, or to self-soothe.

Betas often only have one scent gland at the nape of their neck and one on each wrist. Their scent is described as “weak” or “blank.” They produce very few pheromones except the ones used in secondary gender identification, marking them as a beta. They can also produce “safe scents” used to soothe an omega who has been upset by an alpha. Betas are like the gay best friend, in a way, comforting a person after a breakup.

PACK MARKS are not placed upon scent glands. They are bitten marks that show that a person is a part of a pack, completing the pack bond, and will only remain as long as the pack bond is strong. If the pack bond is too weak or the pack splits up, the mark will fade into a pale white scar instead of a pink mark.

BONDMARKS are placed upon scent glands. They are bitten marks to show that two individuals are mated and bonded to each other in partnership. If the bond becomes too weak, the mark will fade into a pale white scar instead of a pink mark.

A mating/partner bond is a deep connection between two individuals that partially connects their emotions, thoughts, and psyches. It can also be called a soul bond. It is said that bonding with the person you want to spend your life with is one of the single most fulfilling experiences a person will ever have. Emotions are at an all-time high, and both omegas and alphas have described it as finding their "missing piece." Bonding between an omega and beta, alpha and beta, or other less common secondary genders is less intense due to the beta's lack of pheromones and lessened instincts, but is still a very intimate affair.

Pack bonds are not so much finding a "missing piece" as a feeling of deep connection, comradery, and something "bigger than yourself." This will change in polycule packs, when the members are not only packmates but also bondmates.

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If a bonded omega is neglected by their alpha, causing the bond to fade, the omega will suffer detrimental physical and mental effects, ranging from deep depression, low mood, intense anxiety, body pain, fevers, headaches, flu-like symptoms, low energy, increased nesting, and more. The longer the omega is neglected, the more serious the symptoms will become. Severe omega neglect can lead to death and is punishable by court-mandated couples counseling and even heavy jail time if the bond is broken.

OMEGAS

Omegas and omega-subtypes are the third most common secondary gender. About 10% of the population are omegas.

Omegas are physically smaller, weaker, and more sensitive than alphas and betas. They get stereotyped as submissive stay-at-home spouses, but omegas actually have a wide span of individual personalities. Some omegas may be more prone to defensiveness due to instinctive fear of more dominant secondary genders, even coming off as snappy or aggressive. Other omegas fit a softer, more nurturing description, being good with pups and being naturally empathetic and companionable.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONS OF AN OMEGA:

Male omegas are usually between 5’0 and 5’7, weighing roughly between 100–180 pounds. They usually have smaller builds than alphas and betas, though their body types may range from slender, trim, stocky, pudgy, or more. Big eyes and soft skin, as well as the traditional “sweet” omega scent are key ways to spot an omega. Male omegas also don’t produce as much testosterone as male betas or male alphas, leading to less muscle mass and gentler features. They can be extremely agile and fast due to low distribution of body fat.

Male omegas typically have “litters” of 2-3 pups at a time due to their smaller womb size compared to female omegas. However, more than 50% of male omegas who have had multiple pregnancies report that at least one pregnancy produced a non-litter ( singular ) pup.

Female omegas are usually between 4’9 and 5’5, weighing roughly between 100–190 pounds. They most commonly have small, curvy builds, small breasts, and wide hips to accommodate pups during childbirth. They have difficulty gaining muscle mass and usually have more body fat to naturally sustain them during pregnancy.

Female omegas usually have litters of 2-6 pups at a time. Pups from litters may be significantly smaller than a non-litter pup, appearing premature, but with no actual health risk to the newborn. Studies have shown that litter-born pups evolve to have higher levels of competitive, extrovertive, and social behavior in adulthood due to the early bonds they make with their littermates.

Like alphas, omegas have “fangs.” However, their fangs are much smaller, thinner, and more blunt, since they are only used for claiming bites after an alpha has already claimed and mated the omega. Some omegas won’t even use their fangs at all, since marking their alpha is not necessary for the bond to be completed. They will often use their fangs for small nibbles and nips, especially along the jawline or neck, to show affection, companionship, or possessiveness. This is common between both mates and friends.

HEATS:

Heats are exclusive to omegas and omegan subtypes. They usually occur annually or bi-annually, often in the spring and fall. During this time, an omega’s instincts drive them to mate and be knotted by a partner, to breed and produce offspring with them.

Heats last between 1 and 3 days. During this time, omegas will have an extremely raised libido. They may become agitated, defensive, clingy, or anxious. Heats are emotionally taxing both mentally and physically for omegas.

Further information about heats has sadly had to be removed due to the post being flagged. Google can provide further information, since my Omegaverse AU is compliant with canon Omegaverse heat info. Seriously, though, it’s not fair that people post things far more explicit than this and yet somehow this gets flagged???

Betas

Betas and beta-subtypes are the most common Secondary Gender, making up roughly 50% of the population.

They're known for being the bridge between alpha and omega, the in-between "average joes" who are neither dominant or submissive. Betas are known for their level-headedness, loyalty, and trustworthiness, and they can be heat partners for omegas or rut partners for alphas.

PHYSCIAL DESCRIPTION OF A BETA:

Male betas can be anywhere from 5'0 to 6'0, 120-180 pounds, with light to moderate muscles and average builds. They have less testosterone than male alphas but over 30% more than male omegas. Their reproductive organs are the same as male alphas’, but they lack a knot.

Female betas can be anywhere from 4’8 to 5’8, 130-180 pounds, with light to moderate muscles and less fat distribution than female omegas. They usually have larger breasts but narrower hips, as female betas have a lower fertility rate and usually can only have 2-3 pups before becoming infertile. Instead of litters, female betas also usually have one pup at a time. Female betas have the same internal reproductive organs ( uterus, ovaries, ect ) as a female omega, but do not have heat cycles. Instead, most female betas have menstrual cycles of 28-30 days. However, up to 25% of female betas report that they have no menstrual cycles, which lowers their fertility rate further.

Betas lack fangs. They do, however, have canine incisors ( as regular humans in our world do ).

If a beta pairs up with an alpha, the alpha will bondmark them. If a beta pairs up with an omega, they will bondmark them using their canine incisors. The bondmark will lack definition and may scar less perfectly than a bondmark given by an alpha, but as long as the omega’s scent glands are punctured, the bond will be completed.

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Social Media Update: January 6 2022

The first post for the collective in 2022 to their socials was about their first cover of a magazine, Metal Hammer issue 357, that went on sale this day.

Behold, an expression of Worship from the @MetalHammer publication. Consume - http://bit.ly/buyhammer

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Additional photos from the article, by Andy Ford.

Words by RICH HOBSON. Article can be found here: [Link]

Sleep Token are a Mystery

Anonymous members, no interviews and sold-out shows: Vessel et al have become a modern metal phenomenon. We followed them on tour to try and find out more.

The view from 2022

As Vessel doesn’t talk, we predict the next 12 months on his behalf

What are his New Year’s resolutions?

To ensure a Sleep shrine in every home in the UK, perfect for accepting His offerings. Also for Vessel to kill fewer people using his telekinetic abilities (see: the video for Alkaline) and to use them for something more constructive instead, like whale conservation.

Sleep Token vocalist Vessel stands in front of 1,500 people at Birmingham’s 02 Institute, and the room falls silent. All eyes are fixed on the masked and cloaked singer for a sign – any sign – that might betray some message or hidden meaning behind the band’s mystique.

What’s going to be the biggest thing in metal in 2022?

“We love you!” cries a young woman. Finally, the spell is broken, and the crowd erupt into cheers that Vessel politely acknowledges with a slight nod. Then he moves, and the church-like quietude falls again. Leaning towards the mic, for the briefest of moments it seems Vessel’s five years of almost total silence will end, with Birmingham about to receive gospel from one of metal’s most enigmatic forces. Instead, he clenches his hands together in a sign of gratitude, saying everything by saying absolutely nothing – and everyone loses their minds.

Sleep Token will engage in a holy war with Ghost, ultimately triumphing and ending the line of Papas. Satan will convert to Sleep worship, rendering the whole ‘satanism’ thing redundant. Deicide will become door-todoor missionaries, converting people to the Sleep cause. Black metal musicians will end up switching to country, singing about the good ol’ days when you could burn churches and burn inverted crucifixes into your head.

We’re at the second night of Sleep Token’s eight-date UK tour, and since emerging in 2016, they’ve maintained an iron grip on their anonymity: they obscure their faces, they don’t talk onstage, and they have only ever done one interview – with this very magazine in 2017. The closest comparison is Ghost, but even they had ‘Nameless Ghouls’ who acted as regular spokespeople until Tobias Forge eventually broke cover, a decade into the band. It’s all very impressive – but who the hell are they?

What event or issue will define the world in 2022?

Here’s what we know: in that 2017 interview, Vessel told us that their music is all in service to ‘Sleep’, a mysterious deity whose roots stretch back centuries.

Sleep Token will make history by hosting the first livestream to be beamed directly into your dreams. A bit like with U2 and Apple, the whole thing will cause a massive fuss but ultimately blow over. Mastodon will try to do the same and end up falling through space/ time like a live-action replication of Crack The Skye.

“How we got here is as irrelevant as who we are – what matters is the music and the message,” they said. “We are here to serve Sleep and project His message.” And… that’s about it. Cheers for the insight, pal.

Despite – or perhaps because of – their secrecy, Sleep Token are fast becoming a cult sensation. While the lore is centred around Vessel, Sleep Token describe themselves as a collective, suggesting a collaborative effort between seasoned musicians, all feeding into the art. That may go some way to describe their fluid approach to genre, pulling elements of everything from tech metal and alternative to pop and R&B – part of a new breed of heavy bands who aren’t afraid to embrace multiple genres, as well as nontraditional ways of working.

In 2019, they drip-fed a series of singles that eventually became their debut album, Sundowning, rather than going ahead with a straightforward release. Even though they couldn’t tour during the pandemic, last September’s This Place Will Become Your Tomb charted at No. 39 in the UK, and this current run will conclude at London’s 2,000-capacity Shepherd’s Bush Empire. It’s no small feat.

“Sleep Token are an expression of where metal is in the 2020s,” says Ihsahn, co-founder of black metal legends Emperor and pioneering avant garde solo artist, who’s on the same label as the collective. “From the first time I heard them, I was completely intrigued – the way they mix modern metal elements with very dark moods, but also very clear, modern R&B-style production values.”

Sleep Token are by no means the first anonymous collective in metal, but their symbol-emblazoned masks, dark body paint, and use of everything from Nordic runes to Hindu symbology in their artwork have piqued the curiosity of metal fans and fellow musicians.

“It’s similar to what we had with the black metal scene, with the masks and mystery that helps to raise it all,” Ihsahn explains. “Emperor wouldn’t be where they were without that theatricality, because we needed to do something to distance ourselves from the spotty teenagers we were!

“It creates a clear distance and space between the art and the artist,” he continues. “I’ve always appreciated artists who created that distance – going back, you can watch all these interviews with David Bowie but it never feels like you knew him. The art he created was an offering and you just had to try to understand it.”

Of course, with Vessel it’s even more difficult. Our attempt to get answers in 2017 was like grasping at mist: when we asked why they wished to remain anonymous, Vessel turned the conversation towards what he thought was truly important – the art itself. “Our identities are unimportant,” he said. “Music is marketed on who is or isn’t in a band; it’s pushed, prodded and moulded into something it isn’t. Vessel endeavours to keep the focus on His offerings.”

When asked what the future held, Vessel simply replied: “Nothing. Lasts. Forever.” Does that mean there’s a time limit on the band? What the fuck is going on?

It’s tinfoil hat time. Outside of live performances, Vessel has only appeared in music videos. His first onscreen appearance came as a shadowy, grasping figure in the 2016 video for Thread The Needle, before appearing maskless in the 2017 video for Calcutta – albeit with Slipknot/Before I Forget style editing that only showed his mouth, cheek and eye. He’s become more prominent in recent videos – even telekinetically taking out a room of hazmat-suited goons in the video to Alkaline – but still no obvious, overarching narrative has emerged.

Elsewhere, his mask has made its own separate appearances. In the video for Fields Of Elation it floated free in a body of water, and in Nazareth it appeared standing alone in the video’s final moments, before appearing in blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moments in Jaws, where it’s worn by the video’s star.

Which raises the question: is Vessel the man behind the mask, or something the mask brings forth?

Sleep Token’s acolytes have been searching for clues. In a Discord server set up by Coventry-based fan Chris, they pore over the band’s lyrics, album artwork, music videos and merchandise in an attempt to decipher hidden meanings, like a metal take on The Da Vinci Code. “It was actually through Metal Hammer that I got into the band,”

Chris tells us. “Reading the interview with Vessel on the website, I wanted to find out more. I took to Reddit to see if there was a community for the band and at the time there wasn’t, so I decided to create it.”

Now numbering more than 900 members, the group have become adept at deciphering codes left by the band. They discovered that a string of numbers featured on a t-shirt design were coordinates for a ‘whale fall’ – an event where a whale’s carcass falls to the ocean floor and becomes a source of nourishment for an entire ecosystem. When This Place Will Become Your Tomb was released, Benjamin, one of the admins, even took on the semi-joking role of Keeper Of The Lore, maintaining and steering discussions for each new song.

“I loved the hidden identities and world-building the band was presenting,” he explains. “There was a whole experience outside of just the music. The new album features heavy imagery of a decomposing whale and the animals that would feed on it; a representation of life in death –a topic lyrically discussed by Vessel frequently – and eternal recurrence.”

The Discord continues to provide fascinating insights into what the band may – or may not – be exploring through their art. But without any form of ‘official’ statement on their theories, and with a potential fixed end point for Sleep Token, couldn’t the fanatics be setting themselves up for disappointment down the road?

“Nothing lasts forever – until then we Worship,” Chris says matter-of-factly.

Aside from discussions on mythology, the Discord has also become a social club that binds people together. “The Discord community is amazing,” says New York-based fan Veronica, aka BluKittie. “There are people from all over the world and we share the same love and passion for the band. We are always there for each other. Last year my father passed away and the members of the community helped me through that rough time, and still do. I am just happy to have found friends there.”

An hour before Birmingham’s 02 Institute opens, the queue is already snaking down the street as far as the eye can see.

At the band’s request, we’re not allowed backstage lest we see their faces, but we do speak to their support act, solo artist AA Williams. Like Sleep Token, she’s found an audience with metallers even though her music spans alternative, pop, soul and metal –a sound we’ve previously tagged as ‘death gospel’.

“I think we work pretty well together,” she says. “It’s great to see an artist who is able to explore both pop and really heavy music without the need to hold back or overcompensate on either element. The shifts in dynamics really come to life live, and their crowd utterly lap it up – it’s like going to church.”

Are there any difficulties that come from playing with such a secretive act? Has anyone tried to get her to reveal Sleep Token’s identity? “Well, it’s not like we’ve had to sign NDAs or anything,” she says. “At the same time, you do want to make sure you’re not impinging on their privacy, and respecting their choice to present their art in a particular way. If anyone asks who they are, I think I’ll make up a celebrity – it’s Robert De Niro. Next question – ha ha ha!”

Tonight AA commands rapt attention, but there’s no competing with the headliners. All chatter is silenced as the room plunges into darkness. Moments later, Vessel strides onto the stage alone to cheers of approval, his mask the only thing visible against now-muted lighting. He tinkles the ivories for Atlantic and the crowd are soon singing along to every word, even though the album has barely been out two months.

AA WILLIAMS

For 90 minutes, Sleep Token hold attention in a way that defies logic. How can a band that don’t speak be so damned expressive? Compared to the stagecraft of bombastic arena bands such as Iron Maiden or Sabaton, Sleep Token are low key, but Vessel radiates gravitas, his twisting and grasping movements bringing to mind the theatrics of interpretive dance, where each flick of the wrist could be conveying some hidden meaning. The fans are utterly enraptured, moshing and singing along with religious fervour, lending credence to the band’s social media descriptions of their shows as ‘rituals’.

As it was in Birmingham, so it is in Glasgow, Sheffield, Dublin and beyond. By the time the tour arrives at London’s sold-out Shepherd’s Bush Empire, it’s clear that, much like Ghost before them, Sleep Token are fast outpacing their status as a cult phenomenon, smaller academies no longer able to contain their rapidly growing fanbase.

If Birmingham was about reverence, London is outright revelry – an irrepressible crowd engaging in a bacchanalian frenzy that has little to do with the extortionate bar prices and everything to do with the explosive performance unfolding onstage. And then, a couple of lads start Cossack dancing in the middle of a circle pit. Sleep help us…

Not to be outdone, Sleep Token bring out their own dance troupe for Fall For Me. Not that they need any help capturing people’s attention: here, Sleep Token are preaching to the converted, a cult threatening to spill over into the mainstream.

No one knows what direction Sleep Token will go in next, and it’s not as if they’re about to tell us. But then, that’s how things have always been with the band – each release a mystery that fans can’t wait to unwrap. “When I heard the second album, there was no indication of where they were going, so in my mind it just had so many seeds of development,” Ihsahn says. “There’s more maturity and there’s clearly something they are building towards, though exactly what that is, is impossible to say…”

Perhaps the stock answer from Vessel, five years on, would still be “nothing lasts forever”. Will they push their sound even further? Will they start conducting interviews? Will they ever unmask? Right now, anything is possible – and that’s what makes Sleep Token so exciting.

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I have a question, my friend: aside from their perceived ability to prolifterate, why aren't species like the German cockroach and other ""nuisance"" ""pest"" bugs more utilized as food for pet inverts? Obviously not necessarily wild caught ones, as you can never guarantee a wild caught's safety for your bug. It just seems like if they're really really easy to breed, aside from not letting them out, they seem like a GREAT idea for an easy-keep prey item?

I've never looked into it, but I would say a big factor is that there's a very high chance they will escape their containers at some point and most people would not be cool with them establishing themselves in their house. Common feeders like dubia roaches won't infest a home if they escape, and dubias are just as easy to breed.

#eternalstrigoii #the more you know

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already plotting my next ideal dream aquarium setup…. wanna do a species tank for a red wennerae mantis shrimp, with lots of macroalgae and maybe a lil bit of soft coral/sponge/gorgonians for variety, and maybe even some more fun sessile inverts if she behaves herself (like a christmas tree worm rock or some nems) and a saltwater molly breeding setup for feeding her with. i have a 3d printed articulated whale skeleton that i wanna use as decor for it to set up a whale fall-esque type aquascape. and i will name her lizzie. because i am normal and sane.

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Kabbalah in the Worldbuilding of Genshin Impact; Part 3: Very Impure, Very Sinful

Written by Sabre (@paimoff on twitter) and Schwan (@abyssalschwan on twitter)

The Origin of Evil

In earlier parts of this theory, we've discussed how the elements of Teyvat and their ideals are similar to the sefirot of Kabbalah, as well as the implications of the similarities between Descenders and the Kabbalistic Primordial Man. In this section, we'll be discussing how the metaphors used to describe evil in Kabbalah are made literal in Genshin, specifically in the form of the Gnoses and the Heavenly Principles. We’ll also be connecting the Traveler’s role as RPG ProtagonistTM to the Kabbalistic concept of Tikkun Olam (repairing the world) and how that relates to their role in the good-evil duality.

When it comes to the concept of evil in kabbalah, there are generally two perspectives considered: 1) evil is the result of an imbalance in the dichotomy of divine mercy vs divine judgment, and/or 2) the existence of evil is an inherent part of creation that can be affected by the actions of humans.

The Zohar, a foundational text of Jewish Kabbalah and massively influential on Western esotericism, details several explanations for the origin of evil. This theory does not contain a comprehensive analysis of the philosophy of evil in Kabbalah, but we’ve tried to at least mention or summarize the core concepts that can be tied directly into discussion of Genshin’s worldbuilding.

The primary explanation in the Zohar is that evil originates in the sefira of divine judgment if it is not counterbalanced by divine mercy. This creates a parallel but mirrored/inverted system of the sefirot, called the Sitra Achra, which we will refer to with the literal translation “Other Side”. This dimension is associated with death and anger, and a few other unique traits we’ll explore later on. It’s important to note that according to this perspective, the existence of evil is actually a necessary part of the divine plan for the world - some of the commandments in the Torah (Jewish law), or even regular human activities like sleeping, are described as actions that ‘appease’ the “Other Side” and keep the balance between good and evil forces in the world. The Zohar even goes as far as to suggest that the “Other Side” can function as a ‘test’ for the righteous: In order for someone to be fully righteous, they must descend completely into the realm of the “Other Side” and resist all their temptations and then emerge pure. Those who fail are doomed to become breeding grounds for demons. Interesting.

The Husks in a Nutshell

The Zohar also introduces the concept of the klippot, literally husks, shells, or peels . The name Qlipoth, which players of Honkai Star Rail might be more familiar with, is just another spelling of the same term.

The Zohar’s conception of the sefirot is like a nesting doll: the sefirot are one inside the other, like concentric circles, and the klippot are the shells each sefira makes around the one inside it, as illustrated in the drawings below, where each ring or square represents one of the sefirot.

This ties in to another one of the Zohar’s explanations for the origin of evil: evil has always been mixed in with the sefira of Keter, the first to be emanated, and in order for reality to be formed, the evil had to be purified out. This was done by repeatedly creating worlds and destroying them, until the creative divine energy was purified. Think of it like when you’re washing something you’ve dyed, and it takes multiple washes for the dye to stop bleeding.

This process leaves behind “shards” of evil, which become the foundations of the dimension of evil, the “Other Side”. The Zohar names some of the klippot as direct counterparts to the sefirot, giving them equivalent roles in their respective dimensions, but there is no consistent or complete description of all the names or comparisons.

Similar to the process of creation and destruction described above, Rabbi Isaac Luria (very influential Kabbalist in the 16th century) described a process where there are multiple iterations of the creation of the world, resulting from the dilution of divine energy as it is emanated into the void where reality is created. (For a more detailed explanation of this, check out Part 2.) Luria compares the sefirot to vessels filled with divine light, and the farther these vessels get from the source of the light, the weaker they get. Eventually the vessels shatter and form the klippot, which here are technically fragments of the divine and not inherently evil. However, unlike the sefirot that can balance each other, these fragments are isolated and intense attributes of the divine that eventually become evil and demonic.

In the context of Genshin, the klippot take the form of the Gnoses, reflecting their role as both remains of evil and fragments of the divine isolated from the source.

Demons and Dead Descenders

Back in Part 1 of this theory, we briefly discussed the implications of both the inverted Irminsul and the Demon Gods, or Archons, in the context of Kabbalah. We hypothesized that Teyvat is in the dimension of evil, aka the “Other Side,” and the Archons have demon names to indicate their alignment with each of the evil equivalents of the sefirot: the klippot. There is no standardized list of demons associated with the “Other Side,” so we think that they are using the Goetic demon names instead, like some historical sources have done in their incomplete lists.

We also suggested that the Gnoses themselves could represent the klippot of each element, the “shell” around the sefirot. This was based on the information we knew about the Gnoses at the time which was basically that:

a. It is an “internal magical focus that resonates directly with Celestia itself,” and represents the archon’s status as one of The Seven (Archon Quest, Prologue, Act III, Ending Note). This may be related to Zhongli’s concern that giving up his Gnosis will mean that he cannot defend Liyue anymore (Zhongli Character Stories: Gnosis)

b. It can gather elemental energy for the Archon, presumably acting as some kind of amplifier, given that the Archons have elemental abilities without a Gnosis (Nahida Character Story: Gnosis). This is presumably how the Akasha (and the Oratrice) was able to be powered by the Gnosis, and how Nahida was able to use the power of two Gnoses to access Irminsul and delete Rukkhadevata, something she could not do with her own power (dendro+electro amplifying reaction indeed).

The Fontaine Archon Quest and subsequent Neuvillette character stories introduced two new crucial pieces of information that cemented the role of the Gnoses in this theory:

a. The Gnoses are the remains of the Third Descender, and since they are remains, they are cursed. Skirk even says that the Gnosis “smells” “very similar to a god's ‘curse’.”

Skirk: Regardless, you should probably get rid of objects of "misfortune," to prevent any disasters from befalling you.

Skirk: To live is in itself a blessing. But once a person dies, the bonds he once had with this world shall all turn to curses.

b. The Primordial One was wounded in the “great war of vengeance” (probably when the Second Who Came arrived) and couldn’t “suppress the original order” of the world anymore. They and the “one who came after” created the Gnoses from the Third Descender and used them to “subdue and control the resentment and loathing of the world.” This seems to have created a new order to the world, where the remaining primordial “fragments” were destroyed, and humans gained the “seven remembrances.” (Neuvillette Character Story: Vision). This is implied to be related to the Archon War and to humans receiving Visions, which is described as a “shattered shard” of an Archon’s authority.

With this updated information, we have more evidence for our claims that Teyvat is in the realm of the “Other Side,” and that the Gnoses are the klippot. Here we compare key traits of the Gnoses and the Kabbalistic metaphors used for evil:

While the Gnoses and the “inverted” world of Teyvat are certainly the most overt references to the klippot and the “Other Side” in Genshin lore, derivations of these concepts are sprinkled throughout the worldbuilding in the form of repeated references to ‘shards’ and ‘husks’ of power and will. In the next section, we’ll go through two primary categories where the klippot of Genshin can be found: Death and the anger it leaves behind, and judgment, which includes the concept of sin in Teyvat, and speculation about how the Heavenly Principles turned Teyvat into the “Other Side.”

Rest in Pieces: Death and Anger

As you may have noticed, dying in Teyvat is not exactly straightforward. Death is meant to be a sort of recycling/reincarnation process via the leylines, but it seems like there are infinite exceptions to this rule. Hilichurls are cursed to never be able to enter the leylines, and thus are never able to truly die. When gods die, they can stick around indefinitely as corrosive and resentful energy (like Yaksha’s Karma and Inazuman Tataragami), or their remains can be used to permanently change the environment, like Rukkhadevata creating the Harvisptokhm out of Egeria’s remains to seal Tunigi Hollow. God-like individuals have also ‘died’ after being split in pieces, and those pieces contain some aspect of their will or consciousness, like Liloupar or Hermanubis and his Ba fragments. The Ba fragments are even associated with specific traits like the sefirot are: Sethos specifically mentions might and glory, which could correspond to the sefirot of Gevurah and Hod respectively. Both these and the resentful energy of things like the Tataragami can influence the actions of humans who come in contact with these fragments and remains.

The will of more ordinary people can also remain after death: the Shadowy Husk enemy descriptions call them “nothing but a husk,” and that “the long years and a curse seems to have robbed them of their reason and memory. Now, all that remains within that armor is the will to "fight for something, someone, and some matter."”

All shall decay in the end, and this is all that is left of the Black Serpent Knights amidst the merciless march of their sins, curses, and time itself.

We also have instances where a powerful being’s sacrifice provides the power for an ‘impossible’ event to occur: the Goddess of Flowers using her body as a conduit to give Deshret access to forbidden knowledge, or Sybilla sacrificing her life to create Phobos. Sybilla, who was likely also a Seelie, is described as being from the land of the dead - more on Seelies later. And most relevantly, we have the death of the Third Descender being used to create the Gnoses.

Logically, this death-associated release of power makes sense In a world that is also the “Other Side.” But it also seems to be a double-edged sword: just like how the order of the world itself is held together with the Gnoses sourced from death, the death of other powerful beings can destabilize it.

And speaking of the Gnoses - how is it that ‘death’ energy can be used to channel elemental energy, which should belong to the sefirot? As we mentioned earlier, that’s because the klippot and the sefirot are derived from the same divine source material - at their core, the realm of the divine and the realm of the demonic are the same. The distinction between these powers in Genshin is their source: are these the true elemental powers original to this world, or is this the power stolen by the Heavenly Principles?

Teyvat has its own “laws”: Judgment, Sin, and Curses

Earlier we mentioned that the Zohar’s primary explanation for the origin of evil is an excess of divine judgment. In Kabbalistic thought, divine judgment refers to the setting of limits during creation - without it there would be no distinction between anything and the world would just be an everything soup. For more on this idea and its usage in the Fontaine AQ, check here. When it comes to the human expression of this idea, “limits” would be equivalent to the concept of laws, both natural (like physics) and legal (like the concept of social contract).

The Heavenly Principles are thought to be the highest power of “law” in Teyvat, described in the Scroll of Streaming Song as “the universal law created in heaven, the divine laws established in the beginning.”

Nahida also tells use that the Gnoses represent the laws of the Heavenly Principles:

Nahida: I'm sure you remember the entity that changed your fate — the Heavenly Principles. Nahida: In fact, the Heavenly Principles has been quiet since the Khaenri'ah disaster five hundred years ago. I used this point as leverage against The Doctor. Nahida: I told him that the Heavenly Principles may be awakened if I destroyed a Gnosis. Although it was just a bluff, he still fell for it. Nahida: I assumed that the Heavenly Principles wouldn't just stand by and let such extensive damage to its "laws" take place.

What do these laws entail, exactly? Rukkhadevata in Scroll of Streaming Song explains:

"One may only bow down and worship Vaana of the heavenly spirits — no arrogation, deception, or trickery is permitted." "If one dares to imitate the forbidden arts, only calamity awaits at the edge of divine knowledge.”

As expected, these “divine laws" include definitions of sins, and conveniently for us, these sins tend to be punished with curses, yet another misfortune associated with the klippot.

There are three* curses specifically associated with the Heavenly Principles:

The “curse of the wilderness” which turned non-pure-blood Khaenriahns into hillichurls (but may be older than the Cataclysm considering hillichurls have been around since before that time and there are other references to humans turning into various monsters that aren’t associated with the Cataclysm)

The curse of immortality put on pure-blood Khaenriahns during the Cataclysm

The Seelie curse, which has multiple variations: a. Arama says the Seelies were cursed to become “empty husks” if they fell in love with a human. The curse would make them lose their intelligence and their bodies would shrink, becoming the little treasure Seelies found in exploration b. Wolfy in the Imaginarium Theater talks about the Boar Tribe who were forced to place parts of themselves on a scale, and then lose those parts of themselves, as a punishment. The description of what happened to these boars sounds a lot like the Seelie curse. Wolfy: Those boars who placed their heads on the scales became wolves, lizards, and snakes, leaving only their strength. Those who offered their muscles became rabbits, leaping three paces to a bound, instinctively guiding people to treasure.

*Paimon voice* “Maybe it should be called the rule of four!”: While we don’t know yet if this is associated with the Heavenly Principles, Skirk references a god’s curse, which in context seems to be related to the Gnoses and the fact that Gnoses are the remains of a dead Descender.

In summary, the Heavenly Principles, their “divine laws” and corresponding curses and punishments are the Teyvat equivalent of the excessive divine judgment that leads to the formation of the “Other Side”. According to the Zohar, the “Other Side" and the klippot sustain themselves through stealing divine energy and feeding off human sin. We’ve already discussed how the Gnoses are the means for stealing divine energy, so how does human sin play a role in this equation?

The Sinners Are All That's Left

After the war with the Second Who Came, and the Seelies were cursed, the Heavenly Principles established the order of Teyvat using the power from the death of the Third Descender: the Gnoses. They then had the gods of each nation fight to the death for the chance to win this power and become representative of their “law”, creating resentment in many places across Teyvat. Given what we know about the klippot, we must consider the Archon War as the Heavenly Principles creating strife and death to power themselves enough to maintain the order of Teyvat.

A similar system is presented in one of the in-game novels, Princess Mina of the Fallen Nation, which tells the story of a princess prophesied to bring destruction. Her nation is plagued with wars due to “Nakura’s Hex,” which drains the life force from people and the environment to strengthen the soldiers, who then in turn, continue fighting to be the most powerful, which leads to them draining more life. In the fifth volume, Mina and her slayful samurai bestie arrive at the Sky Tower, where they meet some priests and learn the truth of their world: Nakura’s Hex was originally created to preserve the “slowly declining” world. Mina learns that she must sacrifice herself, destroy the current world, and use the stored up power from Nakura’s Hex to create a new one. It’s left ambiguous if she succeeds.

If the Heavenly Principles are able to gain power from wars and death, then they should also be able to gain power from sin as well. And lucky for this theory, we just finished the Fontaine region, where this very concept was explored in the Archon Quest. In order to collect enough power to destroy her Archon throne and return the Hydro authority to Neuvillette, Focalors created the Oratrice. The Oratrice pronounced verdicts during court cases and converted the people’s belief in justice into Indemnitium, which was then used to power Fontaine. In reality though, most of this power was stored up to eventually kill Focalors. In other words, the crimes and well, sins, people committed against each other generated tangible power that could be used by a god.

In this context, the fact that the title “Sinner” is associated with the cataclysm and Khaenri’ah, and the recent reveal that the Five Sinners split a “world-shattering” Abyssal power between each other become more significant.

Considering all that we’ve discussed regarding the use of death as a power source in Teyvat and its connection to the Heavenly Principles in their capacity as the Other Side, we are left wondering if the Sinners attempted their own Third Descender moment. In the context of what we’ve theorized about the Primordial Human Project previously, Rhinedottir’s role as a Sinner feels particularly relevant here. Whatever it was exactly that the Sinners were trying to do, their power definitely was “world-shattering,” since 500 years later Teyvat is still recovering from their and the Heavenly Principles’ actions during the Cataclysm.

And speaking of the present day problems of Teyvat, we are now ready to talk about the role the Traveler plays in the interplay between the Heavenly Principles and the original order of Teyvat.

The Repairing of a World More Broken Than Elon’s Twitter

Ever since the Traveler woke up in Teyvat they have been helping everyone around, whether it’s finding lost pets, defeating evil dragons, finding cures for the sick, cleaning buildings or leyline disorders, maybe defeating another dragon… whether big or small there’s no feat that’s beneath our protagonist. That’s what the heroes do right? Well yes. But it also has a deeper, Kabbalistic significance.

Lurianic Kabbalah builds on the Zohar’s idea that human actions can either strengthen or appease the klippot by proposing there are also specific actions humans can do to have a positive influence on the world. There are two states the world can exist in: Tohu (chaos), where the sefirot are unbalanced, and Tikkun (repair), where the sefirot are harmonized together. Luria taught that humans could contribute to the “Repairing of the World” (Tikkun Olam) by strictly adhering to the religious laws of the Torah. With time, the idea that humans can contribute to the improvement of God’s world by performing acts of kindness and altruism has become mainstream in Judaism, and in the modern day, Tikkun Olam has come to refer to the value of social justice. By performing these “repairing” actions, the Divine Energy that’s “trapped” inside the klippot is released and returns to its rightful place, contributing to the balance and harmony of the world.

Similar concepts are referenced directly in Genshin: In Chinese, the Heavenly Principles are Tiānlǐ: “Heavenly Order.” Li refers to a concept in Confucianism that literally translates to ‘rite,’ and refers to specific ritual actions that connect human action to the harmony of the greater order of the universe. Li is not necessarily religious rites as it also includes “basic” human interactions with each other and nature.

Another similar idea is the alchemical As Above, So Below, which is generally interpreted to refer to either the movement of the celestial bodies affecting events on Earth, or the correspondences between the macrocosm and the microcosm (the human being). You may recognize this second idea from Part 2 of this theory.

In other words, this means that the actions that humans take in the material world can have a direct impact on the spiritual world (in Judaism) or on the larger movements or changes of the rest of the universe (Li and alchemy). These concepts are all relevant in our discussion of the role of the Traveler, but here we will also be using it to illustrate how the Heavenly Principles have control over Teyvat.

The concept of As Above, So Below has been mentioned in the context of the Heavenly Principles in Scroll of Streaming Song:

"O wise Princess, if your wisdom is truly as the legends of the people say," "Please answer my second riddle as you did the first." "What rises from the earth, then descends from the sky," "No one has seen it, yet it sees all," "As above, so below, and as at the bottom, so too, the top," "Yet only top to bottom may be, and never bottom to top?" That princess of (...) answered thusly: "You speak of the universal law created in heaven, the divine laws established in the beginning." "No one has seen the eternal law, yet it governs all.”

The Goddess of Flowers is implying here that technically this principle should apply to the Heavenly Principles and their laws, but in the order of Teyvat, only the law can govern the “below,” the world, and the world can not reciprocate their influence on the “above.” This would mean that human action on Teyvat actually does not have an effect on the “sky,” which is the spiritual realm. In the Flower of Paradise Lost artifact lore, she says that the "master of the heavens, consumed by fear for the rising tide of delusion and breakthroughs, sent down the divine nails to mend the land, laying waste to the mortal realm..." This suggests that the sealing off of the connection between Teyvat and the heavens is the result of the Heavenly Principles’ fear of the power of the “invaders” and the effect they and other humans could have on them from the human ‘realm’ of Teyvat.

More simply, this means that the Heavenly Principles are actively preventing the humans of Teyvat from performing the “Repairing of the World”.

The (semi)literal translation of Zhongli’s burst voiceline also references this, but in connection with Li and Confucianism, rather than alchemy: “Heaven moves; all follows.” In this scenario, he, as the Archon, has the authority to act as the executor for the Heavenly Principles’ law (Tian Li), and invokes “heaven” to set a limit/boundary. You can even see this illustrated with how his burst stops the enemies from moving, as he restores ‘order’. (Credit to Cristal Marie for this insight)

The one exception to the restriction set by the Heavenly Principles seems to be the Traveler, whose helpful acts are excellent displays of “Repairing the World”: Indeed, while Traveler was initially just showing their good nature, many of their actions have contributed to restoring a balance to a Teyvat that seems to be in a state of “Tohu” (chaos).

Examples are varied and extensive, but we can categorize Traveler’s actions as follows:

Returning things to their rightful place: repairing the Statues of the Seven by returning the Oculi, helping the Seelie return to their courts.

Repairing and balancing Leylines: cleansing Leyline disorders at places like Chenyu Vale, the different islands of Inazuma, cleansing leftover Forbidden Knowledge at Sumeru.

Aiding people and living beings: from the Aranara and Melusines to Scaramouche and Dvalin, ill or struggling NPCs, lingering ghosts, etc

Defeating and suppressing evil forces: Osial, Beisht, an eroded Azhdaha, the Thunder Manifestation, the Tatarigami at Yashiori, different agents of the Abyss Order, the All-Devouring Narwhal.

Performing appropriate rituals: the Funerary Rites for the “passing” of Morax, the Rainjade Rite at Chenyu Vale, the Festival Utsava, the Watatsumi Goryou Matsuri, the Sakura Cleansing Ritual, etc.

All this repairing, cleansing, returning things to correct places and balancing elemental energy fits with the Lurianic description of how “Repairing the World” is achieved.

In the first part of this theory we compared the Kabbalistic sefirot with the seven elements of Teyvat, as different “colors” derived from elemental energy. We also mentioned how the famous array of the Sefirot in the “Tree of Life” is an idealized state: the truth is that they won’t be arranged in such a balanced way until the coming of the Messianic Age, and that will only be achieved once the repairing of the world is complete. In this context then, the Traveler’s actions should be accelerating the arrival of this ideal state.

But… isn’t Teyvat the world of the “Other Side”? Who exactly is the Traveler aiding with their actions? Aren’t they strengthening the klippot by maintaining the order set by the Heavenly Principles, who have been accused of being “usurpers” chaining the world to an unnatural order? Or is the Traveler actually reversing this and returning the world to its natural state?

There are a few instances when we are led to doubt that the Traveler is doing the ‘correct’ thing as they purify/restore places in Teyvat. During the Chenyu Vale world questline, Lingyuan says that the adeptal energy the Traveler gets from Fujin has the power to “suppress nature” and that their efforts to perform the Rainjade Rite go against nature as it is intended to be. She also makes a cryptic comment about how humans used to be part of nature, but are no longer. This may simply refer to how humans affect the world around them, or perhaps it’s meant also as commentary on the Traveler’s actions and the way they are generally considered to be positive and restorative.

In this case, if the Traveler is doing wrong, could it be that the “true Messiah” is out there, being labeled as a “sinner” for trying to release Divine Energy from the evil grasp of the klippot?

After all, we know someone who fits that description: the Traveler’s own sibling.

Purification through Sin: how the Abyss Order are the good guys akshually

There was actually a movement in Jewish mysticism that believed that doing exactly the opposite of what Luria advised (following the laws of the Torah) is what would achieve the complete repairing of the world. This movement started in the 17th century, in the Ottoman Empire, when a man named Sabbatai Zvi claimed to be the long awaited Messiah. It wasn’t the first time this happened, indeed Christianity arose from one of those very claims.

The Sabbatean movement, like many before them, drew criticism from more conservative Rabbis particularly due to the seemingly unstable behavior of their leader: sometimes boldly going against Jewish law, other times falling into periods of melancholy that were “unbecoming” of the Messiah. The breaking point for the detractors of Sabbatai Zvi was his public conversion to Islam after being threatened with torture and execution by the Ottoman authorities, effectively becoming an apostate to the Jewish faith. Despite this, Sabbatai Zvi had a big following, and his conversion didn’t deter them.

What’s relevant about this Messianic claimant movement is that much of the fuel for its credibility was based on Kabbalistic thought. Nathan of Gaza, an accomplished student of Jewish theology, was the first believer that Sabbatai was the real Messiah, and from then on used his deep knowledge of Lurianic Kabbalah to argue why Zvi’s questionable actions were what had to be expected from the Messiah, including the most serious sins. Much of the reasoning for this is explained in a text that is still polemical today: the Treatise on Dragons.

Nathan argued that even though the entirety of the created universe was emanated from Divine Light, that doesn’t mean all of this divine essence was used up: there was a good amount of Divine Light that wasn’t involved in creation, and in a way “didn’t desire” to become created matter. When the endless Divine Light “retracted” to make space for the future world, the leftover “Void realm” had remnants of Divine Light that didn’t want to be part of creation, and were even hostile to it. Afterwards, Divine Light entered the Void in a “vertical line”, penetrating it and kicking off creation, including the subsequent shattering of the vessels mentioned earlier. Eventually, the shattered fragments of the vessels and the hostile remnants of Divine Light formed the realm of the “Other Side.” So now, the upper levels of the Void is where the created world is located, and it’s also the realm where humans can aid the “Repairing of the World”. However the lower levels, where the klippot are located, are so evil that only the Messiah themselves can “repair” them. That’s why the soul of the Messiah was cast into the “Other Side” even before creation, when Divine Light penetrated into the Void Realm. This soul would be particularly connected with the klippot, incarnating many times across history as different people that would endure terrible temptations and suffering, all with the objective of purifying the klippot at the bottom of the “hole of the great Abyss”, from the inside.

While this interpretation of Lurianic Kabbalah was devised to explain the behavior and life of one particular individual (Sabbatai Zvi), for our Genshin Impact theory it serves as an explanation for the actions of the Traveler’s Sibling. After all, we have never seen them hold contempt or hatred against Teyvat like the exiled dragon sovereigns seem to have. Rather, the Sibling and the Abyss Order focus on toppling the Heavenly Principles. The Sibling even seems to have tried to reverse the initial effects of the Cataclysm, attempting to save Khaenri’ah and parts of Teyvat along with Dainsleif, until whatever they saw at the “sea of flowers at the end” made them change their mind. Abyss Sibling is also constantly somber and serious, even when chatting amicably with the Traveler during Bedtime Story, which fits Nathan’s explanation on how different people containing the soul of the Messiah have tended to have a melancholy disposition, constantly battling the temptation to sin and struggling with the uglier side of life.

All this, plus the constant description of the Abyss Order and other Khaenri’ans as “sinners” leads us to think that the actions of its current leader, the Princess/Prince of the Abyss, are in line with the Sabbatean notion of “purifying the klippot through sin”.

Why Am I A Broken Messiah and other old Death Note anime lyrics

One final comparison to draw in this “redemption through sin” is actually from different Abrahamic religions other than Judaism. Gerschom Scholem in his book about Sabbateanism also points out the similarities of this movement to at least one, or perhaps more, early Gnostic Christian sects.

It’s difficult to discern what was genuine belief and what were accusations of heresy by mainstream Christian theologians, but there are at least two Gnostic groups that seemed to identify themselves with Biblical characters typically associated with sin.

The Cainites allegedly claimed that since the God of the Old Testament was nothing but an evil imposter, salvation would come by opposing his laws and engaging in sin. In their narrative, Cain was but a victim that triumphed over the evil Demiurge and his minion: Abel, while Judas was either the most illuminated disciple of Jesus, who aided him in opening a path for humanity’s salvation, or a hero who opposed the evil Jesus’s attempt to further hide the truth of the world. The second group were the Ophites, who identified themselves with the snake that invited Adam and Eve to go against God’s prohibitions in the Garden of Eden, because doing so would actually reveal the truth about the Imposter God and the True God to them and their descendants.

Whether what we know of these groups is reliable or false, we also know that there was a more generalized Gnostic belief that humans were “sinful bodies” made of “lesser matter” that nonetheless contained “sparks of divine essence” within them: it was through the discarding of the “lesser body” and the “ascending of the divine sparks” towards the Pleroma that humanity could gain salvation. This is very reminiscent of the Kabbalistic notion of “releasing the sparks of Divine Light” from the “husks” of the klippot.

Gnosticism is one of the chief inspirations for the world building of Genshin Impact. If the notion of the Other Side accurately describes the condition of Teyvat, and the characteristics of the klippot are comparable to the order imposed by the Heavenly Principles, then it’s very likely that “repairing” the world will be done in a Gnostic way, whether it’s escaping Teyvat or entirely destroying it.

Also, the Twins having opposite stances when it comes to the “salvation of the world” could be compared to the Christian and Islamic belief that the arrival of the end times will be heralded by a fake “Anti Messiah”, right before the appearance of the actual Messiah of salvation. It could be then, considering the role of the “Sinful Messiah” described before, that the Princess/Prince of the Abyss is behaving like the Antichrist precisely because this is a necessary role to be performed so the Traveler can bring salvation to the world.

At this time, we still don't know which of the twins are the one whose actions are actually leading to the “salvation” of Teyvat. Is the Traveler unwittingly helping the klippot exert tyrannical control over an exiled, scattered Divine Light? Or are they returning the world to a state older than the Heavenly Principles? Is the Abyss Order actually trying to liberate Teyvat from the oppression of the “Other Side,” or are they just looking for power and vengeance? And what role does the exiled Dragon race play in this dichotomy of divine and demonic?

Perhaps Natlan can bring us those long-awaited answers…

References:

The Origins of the Klippot / Qliphoth & Sitra Achra in the Zohar - Kabbalah on the Problem of Evil

Introduction to Kabbalah and Jewish Mysticism - Part 10/14 - Christian and Lurianic Kabbalah

Major Trends in Jewish Mysticism (Scholem). Sixth Lecture: The Zohar II: The Theosophic Doctrine of the Zohar

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Li_(Confucianism)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/As_above,_so_below

Major Trends in Jewish Mysticism (Scholem). Seventh Lecture: Isaac Luria and his School

Introduction to Kabbalah and Jewish Mysticism - Part 10/14 - Christian and Lurianic Kabbalah https://youtu.be/gqvcifVWjvM?si=BYS_7FbX8lz9iQJy

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sabbateans

Introduction to Kabbalah and Jewish Mysticism - Part 12/14 - Sabbateanism and Mystical Heresy II https://youtu.be/F5QU5ylhOqA?si=dSR4SEbnkMfCUJj_

Sabbatai Ṣevi : the mystical Messiah, 1626-1676 (Scholem). Chapter 3: The Beginnings of the Movement in Palestine (1665)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cainites

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ophites

Anticosmicism: Gnostic Dualism https://gnosticismexplained.org/anticosmicism-gnostic-dualism/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antichrist

#genshin impact #genshin lore #mythology #*shocked pikachu face* can you believe the Gnoses are bad #who woulda thunk #skirk we owe you our lives #I promise we wrote this before the 5.0 livestream

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