#pinning this for my magnum opus

[luckyowl21]

Okay seriously keep talking about Gorillaz albums and blaseball eras. Is their self titled first album pre-history? Do you have specific song examples for each era?

DGDKHDD THANK YOU KOSMO FOR ENABLING ME

The TLDR version is:

Gorillaz (debut album) is BETA Season 1 (and technically Pre-History)

Demon Days is BETA Seasons 2-5 (Early Discipline Era)

Plastic Beach is BETA Seasons 6-10 (Late Discipline Era)

The Fall is BETA Seasons 11-12 (Early Expansion Era)

Humanz is BETA Seasons 13-19 (Mid Expansion Era)

The Now Now is BETA Seasons 20-24 (Late Expansion Era)

Cracker Island is GAMMA Seasons 1-2 (Coronation Era)

BONUS: Song Machine: Season 1 (Strange Timez) is Short Circuits

Gonna put my reasoning and highlight songs for this under the Read More cut because this is gonna be obscenely long (I'm having my Cynda moment /affectionate). Also yadda yadda "this is from my perspective and flavoured with my experience with Blaseball" you're welcome to disagree just don't eat me for my thoughts:

PRE-HISTORY + BETA SEASON 1 = GORILLAZ

Yes, their self-titled debut album “Gorillaz” fits Pre-History, but I’d argue that it follows the Beta Season 1 to a T. Bombastic, eclectic in its style, blending the familiar with the new (Baseball but Absurdist Horror | Alt. Rock but not by “real musicians”), it’s fresh look and feel was what drew people in and caught their eyes on this funny little band. The very nature of Gorillaz is that of satire; I mean, a British virtual band that's made up of drawings as their members with cartoonishly outrageous personalities? That's peak MTV right there! How could you NOT make fun at that vapid vision of commercial art? Blaseball's nature is very similar to that; a fake baseball league that are really just a bunch of names and teams "playing" against each other with just the fans here to bet. Management are unknown massive forces that we laypeople could Never comprehend, be it a massive corporation with vetted interests or a Forbidden Book.

Highlight songs include “Clint Eastwood” and “Tomorrow Comes Today” for The Book opening and what little we understood of Pre-History (namely Parker, old teams remixed/returned, and weather) being brought back in a “brand new way” respectively.

EARLY DISCIPLINE ERA = DEMON DAYS

“Demon Days” Is the Disciple Era, more specifically Beta Seasons 2-5. The stage is set, the stakes have been raised about what Blaseball-Gorillaz are about in their respective worlds, and by gods they Will Deliver on those stakes! “Demon Days” has a special place in my heart, not only because that was the album that made me fall in love with Gorillaz as a band and as an art form, but also one of the very first fanart of Blaseball I ever made was the Temperate Sea Monkeys (Ziwa, Mooney, Hobbes, and Richmond) album as a parody of Demon Days! Not to mention the overall apocalyptic vibe the whole album has and the way it speaks to the horrors of war and violence in such a smooth mysterious way really captures how hectic early DE was. This early era was also most likely what got people interested in Blaseball to begin with, which is why it pairs with this album so well.

While the highlight songs are "El Mañana" and "Every Planet We Reach is Dead" for mourning the players we've lost in these early stages (especially Jaylen Hotdogfingers) and the general horror and angst, I have a few songs to highlight each season from this album: ‘O Green World’ and ‘November has Come’ are very Season 2 with the feeling of trying to comprehend the enormity of what opening the Forbidden Book entails and acknowledging there's no going back, ‘Dirty Harry’ and ‘Fire Coming Out Of The Monkey’s Head’ fits the horror of realizing that anyone could die and all you have is a giant peanut demanding you follow it's whims (in a narrative sense) for Season 3. Either ‘DARE’ or ‘All Alone’ is Season 4 with their plucky dance numbers via Feedback’s sudden shifts in humorous ("Thomas Dracaena hits a ground out to Edric Tosser") and often times painful ways.

And of course I'd put "Feel Good Inc" for Season 5, it's not only one of my favourite tracks of the album that's the season I joined Blaseball lol. Okay in all seriousness, Season 5 is peak "Demon Days" and "Feel Good Inc.", because by now the fans have a "handle" on what Blaseball is about and have been able to come together to root for their teams and to lift other teams up. It's the community that really what makes Blaseball what it was, and "Feel Good Inc." especially champions these connections while "Demon Days" adds the edge of trying to break bread while still adhering to the natural "rivalries" formed in sports games.

LATE DISCIPLINE ERA = PLASTIC BEACH

Ahh Plastic Beach, by far the biggest album Gorillaz ever released (not counting future albums). With so many iconic bangers and collabs, the cohesive theme of environmentalism, the intensity from their music videos, the very fact they had a whole-ass interactive website chock-full of Gorillaz lore, Plastic Beach is a Behemoth that you just Had To Be There to really Get It (side note: I highly recommend this video by Lady Emily if you wanna learn more). And with the power of hindsight, that's the exact vibe that Late Discipline Era holds over Blaseball. From iconic moments like the Necromancy, the Idol Board, Ruby Tuesday, Day X and the Death of the Shelled One, like how Plastic Beach's music videos brought about massive changes to the band members' lives so to did the Late Discipline Era to Blaseball as a whole.

It's difficult to limit songs into seasons in this case, because of how cohesive this album is, so for this list I shall go over iconic moments and have their highlight songs.

Season 6's Idol Board and subsequent Third Strike is giving "Sweepstakes" and "To Binge" for somewhat obvious reasons (To Binge especially for it's direct reference to how the Idol Board was ultimately used to generate more coins for votes. An economy if you will). The Necromancy of Jaylen is "Empire Ants", especially in light of hubris and on how Jaylen ultimately had to Keep Playing even if it hurt everyone in the league.

Season 7's Ruby Tuesday is "Rhinestone Eyes" especially for the allusion to the Rouge Umps' eyes glowing before the slaughter. Snackrifice and the Moist One Monitor's appearances is "Superfast Jellyfish" for their connections to food as well as how the Monitor has a special fascination towards "tiny eggs".

Season 8's emergence of the Receivers is "Welcome to the World of the Plastic Beach" for notably Snoop Dogg's verses, while Jaylen's debt fits either "White Flag" or "Broken" ("White Flag" mirroring how Flickering sends players to different teams with little-to-no warning, and "Broken" for the angst of being an idolized dead player with a complicated relationship with the fans).

Season 9's Day X is "Stylo" for it's bombastic yet fearful edge that colours the experience of witnessing the Shoe Thieves get into a literal boss fight against the PODS.

Rounding it off with the fall of the Shelled One and freeing the PODS being "On Melancholy Hill" for the juxtaposition of The Biggest Boss Fight (of the time) being met with the cool confidence of the Hall Stars!

And of course, Workman Gloom (my beloved)'s iconic incineration and later revival as one of the Hall Stars is to the tune of "Glitter Freeze", an intense and shining number highlighting Gloom's badass exit as a living Talker and his iconic hommer in Day X as a Hall Star.

EARLY EXPANSION ERA + COFFEE CUP = THE FALL

So Expansion Era, especially Coffee Cup is kind of a weird moment in Blaseball, much like The Fall's release. On one hand, it was following the end of Discipline Era, we killed a god and have new larger figures, hubris and excitement we at an all-time high! But on the other hand... there's a certain flavour to the Forbidden Book as we chewed on it's pages, something that hinted towards a shift. The mini-hiatus between Eras really solidify that sense of trepidation, as well as the concept that something else is cooking behind the scenes. The Fall very much fits that post-intense rush that still felt fresh but... was it really Gorillaz if its just Damon Albarn? Is it really Blaseball when there's really low stakes?

There's not a lot of songs that I can really say are standouts from this album, but "Revolving Doors" seems like a close enough to count as the highlight for this particularly short instance. How it feels like it's something familiar but with the seemingly never-ending cycle of more upgrades, more expectations, more more more...

MID-EXPANSION ERA = HUMANZ

After 7 long years of no Gorillaz due to Albarn and Hewitt's fall out, Finally they came back together to continue Gorillaz, ushering a brand new era of Gorillaz music with the highly anticipated album "Humanz"! And it was..... controversial let's say. Don't get me wrong, it was a powerful and genuinely fun album, coming right off the heels of the 2016 American election, with the style and charisma that Gorillaz is eponymous for, but there was just SO MUCH going on that it's hard to truly nail down the vibes. It was emotional, it was a huge force of return, it was paraoxically overt in it's political leanings despite doing it's damnest to avoid any direct links, it was Enhanced Party Time. Ask any Gorillaz fan what they think about Humanz and you'll get a different answer each time. Mid-Expansion Era is the epitome of Humanz, for better and for worse. It leaned into the theme of Expanding with it's plethora of new mechanics and the abundance of Blaseball shenanigans (Sutton Bishop's Necromancy, Player Redactions, The Library, and the Replicas to name a few), but fans could now see there's too much going on to hold onto team spirit. When I was a Talkers rep, I remember witnessing team squabbles over Wills, and felt that the community was larger and more fractured than ever. And yet, there was always a through-line of hope and yearning for freedom within this era, one of the most Human(z) experiences one could ever encounter in a game like Blaseball.

The overall highlight song of this era is definitively "Hallelujah Money"; it's haunting melody and sombre lyrics heralding the pitfalls of late-stage capitalism, tinged with this era's overwhelming presence of The Boss, the warnings of history being repeated through the Reader and Lootcrates, and how this particular vision of Blaseball saw more hunger for coins through AYCE and the snacks bar.

I could go into how each song in Humanz fits each season, but that genuinely would take up all my brain-power, so if anyone's curious, send an ask over to get those details.

I WILL SAY HOWEVER THAT THE TALKERS WINNING THE CHAMPIONSHIP WITH 100% CLOWN RATE??? "CARNIVAL", AND I WILL NOT ELABORATE.

LATE EXPANSION ERA = THE NOW NOW

Okay, you've read this far along so I gotta confess something here; I initially chose The Now Now to be for BETA Season 20, solely for the joke of how it was referred to as "Win(Win)". But upon relistening to the album, it actually suits Late Expansion Era better than I expected! The Now Now was introspective, cynical of what it has witnessed in the heights of fame yet it treasures what it has experienced. It rouses one to reflect on what has happened, what we can learn, and how to finally find one's self from the miasma of the past. Late Expansion Era of Blaseball had a certain drive to break out, to honour the previous arcs and usher in a new era that would hopefully bring forth stability. Much like how in Gorillaz lore during this album, where the rest of the band and 2-D especially finally explore what it's like to breathe without Murdoch, the League opens up to the concept of ridding the Expansions and hold onto the core of Blaseball; just teams playing blall.

The overarching highlight song is "Humility", but highlight songs for specific events include: "Idaho" for when Jesús finally set off on his journey with the Fifth Base, "Tranz" for just... all of the painful revelations about Parker McMillains' connections to Pre-History and to the game as a whole, "Sorcererz" is for the leadup and subsequent Semi-Centennial game, "One Percent" fitting Parker standing up for himself and the League and addressing the multiple planes of existence to rally against the Boss, the death of the Boss is "Fireflies", and rounding out the era with Blaseball being swallowed up in the BlackHole(BlackHole) is "Souk Eye". A solid ending track for a solid conclusion to Blaseball! We will always think of it... but who is to say Blaseball has truly ended?

SHORT CIRCUITS = SONG MACHINE (STRANGE TIMEZ)

Song Machine Season One (Strange Timez) is a weird album for me; not for it's lack of charm, oh no it had Plenty. It's weird because honestly I see it more like a side-project that the Gorillaz band had done just for funsies rather than a studio album, despite it being classified as such. Most of the tracks had a music video accompanying it, feeding us lore on what the band's been up to post-Humanz; truly it was like bringing back the old-school Gorillaz without being old hat. Short Circuits fits that weird niche of bringing back old Blaseball in terms of speed and shenanigans, but with a MUCH faster pace. I'm still not sure how I feel about Short Circuits, much like my feelings for Strange Timez.

I genuinely can't really pick a highlight song for this era, but I highly recommend giving the album a listen! For what it's worth, my favourite track in the album is "Désolé", it just hits different to me.

CORONATION ERA = CRACKER ISLAND

I think I speak for a fair number of Blaseball fans that we were Not expecting it to come back after Expansion Era. I mean, it was a solid ending! Sure there's a bunch of open questions left behind, especially after the Short Circuits, but it was still a good place to end! It's been months since the last update! Where could we even go from here? But there was still whispers in the street; why let go of something that was so good? Why let go of such a powerful phenomena that has a passionate fan-base? *You could make a religion out of this*

Okay, silly monologue aside, Blaseball really did take the internet by storm during the pandemic; so many people from the most unlikely corners of the globe found this silly website through either word of mouth or through sheer boredom, took a chance on it, joined the Main Discord, and then proceeded to be immersed in a community so large and talented that it spawned art challenges, whole-ass bands with albums (I still miss you Temperate Sea Monkeys), collaborative zines, a volunteer-run unofficial merch store that (BB)Cared, podcasts, countless fics and fanart in countless mediums and even made it to national news in Canada! There was so much potential to run towards, but that doesn't mean it was without it's drawbacks and criticisms, which for the purposes of this post I don't wanna get into. Coronation Era was poised to fill in the massive shoes that Expansion Era and Disciple Era left behind... and we will never know how would it fill it, as the era was cut short as it was no longer sustainable to continue.

So why would Cracker Island fit this era? The album was a rousing success! Besides, it had a critical view on social media, and that's not what Coronation Era could focus on! It fits because well... it fits in Blaseball's tenuous grasp on its audience, and it's desperation for funding in order to go all out in its marketing. Unlike previous albums that had plenty of funds to really push the idea of the Gorillaz being a "real" band despite being cartoon characters through it's blending of projections in live tours in Demon Days and through interactive websites like Plastic Beach and even an AR app for Humanz (to name a few)… Cracker Island just had a few short videos and 3 main music videos. I may sound a bit ungrateful here, but in contrast to previous albums' bombastic marketing and ease of accessibility to their characters' stories, this album had very little to go off of.

You'd have to have been an ardent die-hard Gorillaz connoisseur to keep up, and ngl I wasn't able to. I was moving on with life, listening to other music. Much like how I was slowly drifting away from Blaseball through the long hiatuses, barely acknowledging the updates while I hung out with the friends I made with the Talkers and reconnected with irl friends old and new. So when the album released and when the Coronation Era began, naturally I rushed to welcome it, but by then I have changed. I held them differently the way I had a mere few years ago. Maybe it's a sign of growing up and changing with the times. Maybe it was the long hours of trying to keep up finally catching up. I'm not sure what it was... but it felt like an overdue farewell. A gentle nudge reassuring that the future is still there to embrace, and that the people you've met and have been inspired by will still be there, even if the thing that brought you all together isn't there anymore. The band will keep playing. It's okay to let go.

Highlight songs are: "The Tired Influencer" for it's emotional lyrics that really fits the long waits and slow cold realization that Blaseball may not come back inbetween seasons and stubbornly hoping that it's not true despite the UI issues and website crashes; and "Baby Queen", for how much of an impact Blaseball had on me and on so many other Fans over the years. How it helped us grow as creatives and as people. We are all love Blaseball... and I think some corner of our hearts will still love Blaseball for years to come.

[demadogs]

When a typical virus attaches itself to its host, it duplicates, right? It spreads, essentially hijacking the host… What is so unusual here is that this virus, the infected hosts seem to be communicating.

Stranger Things season two (2017)

[gjatheshroom]

Yor's ring💍

[glfry]

[to-shards-you-say]

if i were a singer being led into a war by regenerative deific forces that required the holy sacrifice of my family and friends every time they were reborn and i discovered that after possessing the corpses of my loved ones they insisted on getting their asses handed to them in honourable single combat against a species that would use my diced up heart as currency to buy and sell me if given the chance i would simply flip the fuck out. like i would start swinging for anyone and everyone.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I have decided to add my masterful art skills to the Whumptober madness

Whumptober Day 5 - Pin Cushion

Wars and Legend were having fun in the desert

[brokenankleproductions]

(MIGRATED FROM INSTAGRAM, ORIGINAL CAPTION BELOW)

Eh trying new things ig

KRYSU

[precambrianhottopic]

OWEN'S NEXT TOP BEASTIE

friends. romans. mutuals. the time has come for a new favorite animal. the giant isopod's time draws to a close and it's time for a new champion. because i am both incredibly bored and incredibly autistic, there is only one was to do this.

BEHOLD

THE BRACKET!

i have a strange obsession with running tournaments and im making it everyone else's problem! 64 animals, divided up into birds, fish, mammals, and everything else that i didnt have enough of to get a whole side of the bracket to itself (there is also an extinct wild card that will be decided shortly before the miscellaneous bracket). all of these creatures are ones that i personally enjoy, and they're seeded based on personal preference, so i have no idea what the results are going to end up looking like.

why am i doing this instead of just picking the one i like best or, better yet, not doing this at all? because it's fun. dipshit.

if there's a certain animal you feel deserves the world that you want to send in propaganda for, here is a form for that!

with the exception of the wild card poll, which will run for a day, each round will be open for a week. after the polls close, tournament standings will be updated and the next round will begin. higher resolution brackets under the cut:

[nowordsformylove]

[redshift-corridor]

in my defense, I am not known to make sensible decisions after midnight

[sosoribro]

everyone if i've made something cool and i post it then that means i want people to like

see it. yknow

and you can help me jsut by clicking the funny arrows button!!!!!!!!!! the one that turns green and makes it appear in more places!!!!! thheeeee REBLOG BUTTON WOOOOOOOOO

likes are fine but its kinda just like walking past something and saying "woah cool" y'know????????

pleeease let other people see the awesome things i make please please please

ALSO IF I have "if you like, reblog" WRITTEN AT THE TOP OF THE POST IN BIG COLOURED LETTERS then it means that maaaaybe i want that sentence to stand out so that you actually do it???? pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease

Also I AM NOT angry at anyone i just want my point to get across !!!!

[jumping-jackalope]

what is the water theory

*taps pinned post* <- expanded water theory

pt 1 <- original water theory & still basis of all water related thoughts. as of yet I cannot sum up my deeply unoriginal perspectives on water better than this compilation that is. and I cannot stress this enough. it is not a collage it is an essay. you gotta digest every piece & every source of that. follow the links to read about the creation process of Lebeau's Water is Memory. read Diaz's full poem Water is the First Body. the artist statement for Intersections. etc. very much gotta put in the legwork for it. but if you follow those pieces . that's the water theory .

[the-struggle-for-the-world]

here's what some TSFTW characters would look like if they were shot by a live action adaption ray, in case you were wondering btw

[shinystar678]

finishrd a drawing .excited to show it .its literally my magnum opus oh my god

[rafayelgod]

🔞 WARNING 21+ ADULTS CONTENT! 🔞

Sylus: Magnum Opus

Oh, the game of hide-and-seek with Sylus, after face mask session. Sylus, the notorious mafia boss, has taken a thrilling turn! As you, the cunning and charming MC, step into his lavish mansion, the air buzzes with anticipation. The rules are simple: hide, and let the boss find you. But little do you know, this game will ignite a passion that neither of you could have imagined.

You sneakily make your way through the grand halls, your heart pounding with excitement. The mansion, with its intricate architecture and opulent decor, provides the perfect playground for your mischievous mind. You giggle softly as you imagine the look on Sylus' face when he realizes you've outsmarted him once again.

"I'll find you, kitten," his deep voice echoes through the marble corridors, sending shivers down your spine. The nickname, 'kitten', rolls off his tongue with a mix of affection and dominance, leaving you intrigued and slightly aroused.

You decide to take a risk and hide in the grand library, a room brimming with ancient tomes and hidden nooks. You climb onto a tall bookshelf, your heart racing as you hear Sylus' footsteps drawing closer. The sound of his heavy boots echoes in the quiet room, and you hold your breath, hoping he won't spot your hiding spot.

"Where could you be, my elusive kitten?" he purrs, his voice low and sensual. His presence fills the room, and you can almost feel his intense gaze searching for you.

Just as you're about to give yourself away with a nervous giggle, Sylus' sharp eyes land on you, and a smirk plays on his lips. "Ah, there you are, my dear. A clever hiding spot, but not clever enough."

He approaches the bookshelf with a slow, deliberate stride, his eyes never leaving yours. You feel a rush of adrenaline as he reaches for you, his strong hands grasping the edge of the shelf. With a gentle tug, he pulls you down, your body landing softly in his arms.

"You're mine to find, kitten," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. His embrace is tight, and you can feel his heart pounding against yours. The intensity of the moment is palpable, and you can't help but feel a thrill of desire coursing through your veins.

"Sylus, you caught me," you purr, your voice laced with a playful tone. "But I must admit, I'm enjoying the chase."

His eyes darken with desire, and he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck. "I intend to make this chase unforgettable, my kitten. You'll learn that hiding from me is a game you can't win."

As he speaks, his hands roam your body, caressing your curves with a possessive touch. You let out a soft moan, your body responding to his every touch. The heat between you is undeniable, and the game of hide-and-seek has taken a sensual turn.

"Sylus, you're making it hard to resist," you tease, your voice laced with a hint of challenge. "But I thought you wanted to find me."

He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest and sends shivers down your spine. "Oh, I intend to find every inch of you, kitten. And when I do, you'll know just how sweet the reward can be."

With that, he pins you against the wall, his body pressing against yours. His lips capture yours in a passionate kiss, and you melt into him, your hands finding their way to his broad shoulders. The kiss deepens, and you feel his tongue teasing yours, inviting you to explore the depths of his desire.

"Mmm, Sylus," you moan, encouraging him to take more. Your legs weaken, and you're grateful for his strong arms holding you up. He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps, and looks into your eyes with an intense gaze.

"You drive me wild, kitten. I want to taste every inch of your skin, to feel you under me." His voice is rough, filled with a raw desire that sends a shockwave of excitement through your body.

Without warning, he lifts you off the ground, cradling you in his strong arms. You let out a startled squeal, your heart racing as he carries you towards his private chambers. The journey is short, but your anticipation grows with every step.

As he enters the lavish bedroom, the soft glow of candlelight sets the mood. He gently places you on the silk-covered bed, his eyes never leaving yours. The room is filled with the scent of luxury and desire, and you feel a rush of excitement as you realize what's about to unfold.

"Sylus, what are you—?" you begin, but he silences you with a finger pressed gently against your lips.

"Shh. Let me show you how this game truly ends Kitten"

He moves closer, his body aligning perfectly with yours. His hands roam your body with a familiar yet eager touch, as if he's exploring you for the first time. You arch into his touch, your body craving more of his attention.

"Ah.. Sylus.."

"You're so soft, so perfect," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His lips trail a path down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You let out soft moans, your eyes closing as you surrender to the pleasure.

His kisses travel lower, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of your collarbone. You feel his hands unfastening your blouse, revealing your skin to his eager gaze. He takes his time, savoring every inch of you, and you revel in the sensation of his touch.

"Sylus..." you whisper, your voice hoarse with desire. "Show me how this game is truly played."

He smiles, a devilish glint in his eye, and his hands move to the button of his pants. With a swift motion, he frees himself, his erection hard and ready. He positions himself above you, his eyes locked with yours, and you feel a rush of power as you realize the control he's giving you.

"Take me, kitten. Show me how much you want this."

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His entry is slow and deliberate, stretching you with each careful thrust. You moan loudly, your eyes closing in bliss as he fills you completely.

"A-ahh!" your voice filled with pure pleasure.

He begins to move, his rhythm steady and powerful. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through your body, and you can't help but arch into him, seeking more. The bed creaks softly with each movement, adding to the sensual symphony of the moment.

"You're mine, kitten. All mine," he growls, his eyes dark with desire. "I'll show you just how sweet the reward of this game can be."

His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more intense. You feel the pleasure building, a fire burning within you. Your moans turn into cries of ecstasy, your body trembling with the sheer intensity of the experience.

"Sylus! I'm—I'm gonna—!" you gasp, your body tensing as you reach your climax.

He doesn't stop, his own desire driving him to continue. He kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as you ride the wave of pleasure together. The room is filled with the sound of your passionate cries and the soft slapping of flesh against flesh.

As your orgasm washes over you, you feel Sylus' own release, his body shuddering against yours. He collapses on top of you, his breath heavy and his heart pounding. You can feel his warmth, his satisfaction, and a sense of contentment washes over you.

"Kitten.." he murmurs, his voice hoarse with post-coital bliss. "You've won this round, but remember, the game is never truly over."

You smile, a contented smile, and run your fingers through his hair. "I'll remember that, Sylus. And I'll be ready for the next round whenever you are."

He chuckles, a soft, satisfied sound, and kisses your forehead. "Good. Because I intend to play this game with you for a long, long time."

And so, the game of hide-and-seek takes on a whole new meaning. It's not just about finding a hidden place, but about the passion, the desire, and the intense connection that blooms between you and Sylus. The mansion, once a playground for your mischief, becomes a sanctuary of love and sensuality.

As you lie in each other's arms, the aftermath of passion lingering in the air, you know that this game has brought you closer. The boundaries between boss and kitten, between player and prize, have blurred, and a new chapter in your relationship has begun.

The end of this game marks the beginning of a beautiful, sensual journey, where the rules are yours to write and the rewards are sweeter than you could have ever imagined.

- The End - 🌚💦🔞

© Melody (Follow for more hot story) 🌚💦

[moongirlcleo]

Masterpiece - a drabble

❤︎  tags and content: body worship, oral, f!reader x rafayel ❤︎  author note: check out all my fics by searching #moongirlcleo or on AO3

🔞NSFW content - Minors DNI 🔞 Dividers: @/cafekitsune Fic: @moongirlcleo  

The sea murmured against the glass of his ocean-view studio, moonlight filtered through salt-slick windows and spilled across the floor like liquid silver. The candles had long since burned low, their flickering glow throwing long shadows over scattered canvases and jars of pigment. Somewhere between his need to paint and his need for you, Rafayel had made a decision—one that involved neither brushes nor restraint.

You were sprawled across a long chaise draped in linen, bare save for the delicate slip of his discarded shirt falling off one shoulder. His eyes devoured you—not with the hungry gaze of a man, but the fervent obsession of a creator studying his magnum opus. He stood in front of you, shirtless, hands slick with something that shimmered faintly in the candlelight—red coral paint, soaked with memory, sacred to Lemuria.

"You don’t know what you do to me," he murmured, stepping closer. His voice was velvet, but frayed at the edges, undone. "Every time I look at you… I want to ruin you the way I ruin canvas—over and over until there’s nothing left but color and sensation."

You opened your mouth, but he was already sinking to his knees between your legs, warm fingers ghosting up the curve of your thigh. The paint left faint trails behind, glowing faintly against your skin.

“Stay still,” he whispered, breath fanning against the inside of your knee. “Let me study you. Mark you.”

You shivered as he dragged the pad of his thumb upward, the coral pigment mixing with the heat of your skin. His touch wasn’t gentle—it was reverent, consuming, like he was trying to learn the shape of you with his hands alone.

Then his tongue followed, slow and deliberate, tasting the inside of your thigh as if testing the flavor of the divine.

“Color theory,” he murmured, lips brushing higher. “Your skin goes pink when I breathe here… red when I do this—”

His teeth grazed your inner thigh, and you gasped, fingers clenching the edge of the chaise.

He looked up at you through his lashes, eyes twin galaxies of cerulean and rose. “I want to see how many shades I can bring out of you.”

His mouth was fire and worship and destruction all at once. He parted you with his thumbs, kissed the slick heat of you like it was something sacred, and moaned—deep, guttural, possessive—as if your taste confirmed something he’d long suspected.

“Sweet,” he rasped against you. “Of course you are.”

You arched, a breathless cry escaping as he licked a slow stripe up your center, tongue curling just right—just perfectly—until your vision blurred and your hips bucked helplessly against his mouth.

He didn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. He pinned you with one arm thrown across your stomach, the other hand gripping your thigh as his tongue worked you over like a man possessed. Each flick, each slow, deliberate circle of pressure, sent sparks through your nerves. When your moans turned ragged and breathless, when your thighs trembled and your fingers tangled in his hair, then—only then—did he pull back.

His lips were wet, flushed, shining.

“You’re already shaking,” he murmured, voice thick. “Haven’t even put my cock in you yet.”

Your name left his mouth like a prayer as he rose, capturing your lips in a kiss that tasted like salt and heat and the ocean’s fury. You tasted yourself on him. You didn’t care. His hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face just so, and he kissed you again—deeper, hungrier.

Then he pulled back, just enough to whisper:

“Get on your hands and knees.”

You obeyed. He stood behind you, palms ghosting over your hips, thumbs pressing bruises into your skin. You heard the sound of his pants hitting the floor, the low groan as he fisted himself behind you, lining up with your soaked entrance.

“Tell me you want this,” he said, voice barely a growl. “Tell me whose you are.”

You looked over your shoulder, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.

“Yours,” you whispered. “Only yours.”

That was all it took. He buried himself to the hilt in one smooth, brutal thrust, and the sound that tore from your throat was obscene. The stretch was perfect—too much and not enough all at once. Rafayel grunted, holding himself still inside you, one hand tangled in your hair.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You feel like you were made for me.”

Then he moved. Each thrust was art—vicious, gorgeous, devastating. He fucked you like a man who didn’t just want you—he needed you, like the sea needed the moon, like pigment needed canvas. The sound of skin slapping echoed through the studio, mixing with your cries and his ragged groans.

"Look at you," he snarled, dragging you back onto him. "Dripping, desperate. You like when I treat you like this? Like something to be framed and ruined?"

You sobbed out something between a yes and a plea.

He reached around, fingers finding your clit with cruel precision, rubbing tight, fast circles. The pleasure hit like a tidal wave—your body spasmed, clenched, came apart all around him.

You screamed his name.

Rafayel followed with a guttural moan, hips jerking as he spilled inside you, hot and endless.

For a moment, all you could hear was the sea and the ragged cadence of your breathing.

Then he collapsed against your back, pressing kisses to your spine, your shoulder, your nape.

“Still not finished,” he whispered, pulling out slow, watching you shudder.

“I haven’t signed my masterpiece yet.”