#~winter wraith~

[overx]

Redamancy (Dirge, Rock, or Raz)

Redamancy; a love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you; the act of loving in return.

[maladaptiveobsession]

“Pussy Munching”

Desperate pussy addicts who want to be suffocated:

Black Wolf, corrupt!Sydney, Darryl, Doren, Eden, Gwylan, Harper, Jordan, Kylar, Leighton, River, Sirris, Veteran Guard, Whitney, Wren, Zephyr

Casual enjoyers:

Alex, Anxious Guard, Avery, Bailey, Briar, Charlie, Great Hawk, Ivory Wraith, Landry, Mason, Methodical Guard, Mickey, Morgan, Niki, Quinn, Relaxed Guard, Remy, Robin, Sam, Scarred Inmate, Winter

Prefers to receive head:

Alex, Anxious Guard, Avery, Landry, Mason, Methodical Guard, Mickey, Morgan, Niki, Relaxed Guard, Remy, Sam, Scarred Inmate, Veteran Guard, Whitney, Winter, Zephyr

Prefers to give head:

Charlie, Darryl, Doren, Great Hawk, Gwylan, Jordan, Sirris

Equally enjoys both:

Bailey, Black Wolf, Briar, Eden, Harper, Ivory Wraith, Kylar, Leighton, Quinn, River, Robin, Wren

[softmangoes]

First, I just wanna say, I adore your writing. From your word choice to the way you convey every emotion, it is nothing short of stunning.

I binged all of your writing, and I was so thrilled to find your DoL fics!!!! If you��re feeling inspired, I’d love to see your take on the LIs reacting to the PC becoming a Fallen Angel, especially if the PC fell for them (like, letting them take the PC’s purity).

In game, it feels kind of tragic falling, especially when doing the quest for the spear, but on the other hand, the whole, who needs a God’s love when I have you is a special type of romantic that I really love.

I hope you have a wonderful holiday season if you celebrate! If not, I hope you’re having a wonderful winter in general!!!

hi hello!! thank you for all your kind words and i'm so glad you liked my dol fics!! 💛

the graciousness of your message has filled my well of inspiration, so here you go and i hope you also enjoy this 🥭

"why me?" pure!sydney says between breaths, between kisses that only make you both yearn for more. your skin is hot against his, while the wall of the library's private study room is cold against his back. he knows he shouldn't be doing this, that the temple would strip him of his status, and that your embrace marks the end of something he's been building all his life.

so why him? you are a holy thing, after all. untainted. pure.

and yet, as you grind against his length, the slickness of you irrestible now that his cage lies beside him in fragments, he finds no trace of regret within him - only reverence, only devotion. only the urge to take your breast in his mouth and to finally slip his length inside you, savoring the warm wetness that anoints him with the miracle of your consummation and the sound of your song.

"because it's me," he murmurs, his hips finding the pace that makes you shudder. after all, why can't a study room be a holy place? who says the bruises from his lips can't count as praise? when he feels you tighten around him, your feathers smoldering as your voice cracks in pleasure, he has his answer. "because," he gasps, reverence threatening to spill. "there's no one better to worship you."

"all saints die," corrupt!sydney murmurs, breath hot between your thighs. his fingers are digging into your hips. the marble altar is cold against your back. you both know you aren't supposed to be here, but there is a thrill in the forbidden.

he dips his tongue into your warmth, the sensation of his veneration smoldering even moreso than the feathers charring on your back. "what is this, but another apotheosis?" he muses, pulling his midnight hair into a ponytail. "another transformation?"

you feel thrilled at the comparison, knowing how you have both changed each other.

a dark force churns within you, tight and coiling. you recognize it as hunger, as the lust you have denied yourself so long in the face of virtue. but what use is virtue, when it can be easily cleaved by the warmth of a hot tongue? when the eyes that behold you in worship reflect the same golden light that used to grace your skin every day? as if sensing your hunger, sydney slips his fingers inside you, filling you. your hips sway into his touch, wanting more. wanting to burn together.

you shake in whitney's embrace, whimpering at the pain, the burning, the visions of the world cracking open and corruption spilling through like so many hungry tentacles reaching to engulf the light. and yet, you would do it all over again to feel his breath, his skin, his desire for you all for the first time.

"hey," he says, scooping cold water onto your tender back. it does little against the fire you feel in every feather, the taint eating away at each filament. "stay with me." there's a tinge of panic in his insistence. you aren't quite sure whether it's real or a hallucination. although he is your former tormentor, this is a kind of pain he is unfamiliar with, yet committed by his hand all the same.

your eyes dull. whitney adjusts his weight, water sloshing in the bath. he jostles you, willing you to stay conscious. whatever the fuck is going on with you, you can't leave him. you can't go before he knows how to help you.

before the darkness takes you, the last thing you hear is him telling you he is sorry.

there are tears in kylar's eyes. "it hurts?" he says, daring to touch your half-singed feathers. you nod, straining to unfurl them to reveal the slow fire eating away at the soft ivory. your halo is cracked, bleeding inky corruption that sizzles upon contact with the air. "it's because we...." his voice shakes, the guilt lancing through the pleasure of your skin just moments ago. "we..."

how dare his selfishness cause your agony. if only he could unmake a moment, exercise even a minute of restraint. perhaps then, you wouldn't be in this pain. his fingernails dig into his palm, teeth sinking into his lips as tears stream down his face freely.

but your mouth covers his, your soft tongue lapping at the blood beading on his lips. your kiss, so gentle, feels nothing like lament. only the delicate grace of forgiveness.

"you're beautiful," eden says, mouth hot against the hollow of your neck. when he first saw you, wings unfurled in the light of the clearing, he thought that you were some kind of strange bird. right as he leveled his shotgun to take aim, he remembered you turning to face him, a look of surprise gracing your features as you beheld the man who would have been your end.

it was a while before he first touched you. your skin burned. the air in the cabin would ripple from your heat. even the bars of the cage threatened to warp. in the cold of the winter, your rage radiated at your confinement, a prized bird trapped in crude metal.

the hunter knew that he was not worth your beauty. your very presence made the shadows of his past all the more darker. you were an angel, a being of pure light, and all he wanted to do was take your warmth for his.

then one day, like a miracle, you came for him. he had collapsed into the cabin, his body stiffened by the cold. hair cracking with ice. he had fallen into the lake while fishing, the ice sheet far thinner than what he originally estimated. he looked at you, glowing in the dark of the cabin, teeth chattering as he unlocked the cage with his hand outstretched.

"go," he rasped as the door swayed open. "it won't be long until -"

warmth spread across his body the moment your mouth pressed against his. you tasted like honey, like sunlight, like every summer he never thought he would live to see. to his surprise, he found you breathless, lips at his neck, telling him to take you.

"why?" he asks, voice hoarse. his fingers run through your hair. because he fell, you tell him, and it was only right that you would as well.

"something's burning," robin says, fear tinging his desire. "is it you? we can stop -"

you silence him with a kiss, tongue tasting his lust for you. your feathers are charring, your halo cracking. before this, you had both talked about the consequences of what would happen. once you were intertwined, there would be no going back. the both of you would be burned into each other's lives forever.

besides, this moment feels less like falling and more like flying: robin's warm eyes on you, his soft mouth parted in pleasure, each sway of his hips bringing you both closer to sweet oblivion. all you can do is card your fingers through his hair as he whimpers against you, sending you both soaring into the heights of a new heaven.

"the moon waxes and wanes," the wraith says, tentacles tracing the darkness of your once brilliant wings. one of them prods at the shards of your halo, corruption leaking from its fragments. you wince, the pain sharp despite the gentleness of the abomination's touch. "and even when it bleeds, it is beautiful."

tendrils, thick and strong, knead along your shoulder blades right where your wings protract from your back. this earns a sigh of relief from you - one that he drinks eagerly with his cold mouth.

"flight must make you ache," he says, his voice nothing less than a sonorous purr. "i may be able to assist."

with his lower pair of hands, the wraith lifts you against the walls of the ruin. he slips inside you with ease, your fingers grasping the silver threads of his hair as you take him. his countless tendrils suckle and writhe against your skin, drawing sounds that echo into the darkness of the ruin. the wraith is a force, a wave of pleasure that does nothing else but pull you further and further into its depths.

after all, you chose to sacrifice the love of a god for the heart of a monster. what else can he do, except devour you?

[samirafee]

#HAPPY WINTER SOLSTICE

🌚🌿🪵🔥🦌🕊️❄️🕯️🔔❤️🥮🍹🍊🧘🏼‍♀️🌞

@samirafee

[dollya-robinprotector]

NOW YOU KNOW WHY I FUCKING MADE MY WINTER LOOKS LIKE THIS HAAA!! @banned-for-horny

WINTER IS FUCKING SUS! Like you know the type of character that is hungry for knowledge and looked so harmless and nerd and even nice but turned out to be would literally do ANYTHING for more knowledge? Yeah, I have always seen Winter like that.

[alienkitty259]

[emfleaa]

Ethan would love pikmin as a kid you can’t convince me otherwise

[multiiocular-mushroom]

Me before reading the Wraith Arc: the timeloop is broken, and after 12 years of autumn Homura is finally gonna see winter and have a poofy coat to put all her guns in!.. right?

Me while reading the Wraith Arc: well they sure have some ice in there :/

[neptune-knows]

think fast! old man poll

[dickarchivist]

404th Roadtrip q&a 2024

Hello Friends!

In light of my very very stressful week this week, would you play a game with me to help keep me grounded?

Anon is on!

Send headcanons/assumptions/or questions you have about/for The 404th (Grave Squad, The Cold Command, or the Jedi!) And I'll answer them, maybe even in character!

This impromptu event will be tagged "404th roadtrip q&a 2024" and will go until August 1st!

Taglist:

@anxiouspineapple99 @wolffegirlsunite @wizardofrozz @eclec-tech @dystopicjumpsuit @clonethirstingisreal @wings-and-beskar @multi-fan-dom-madness @starrylothcat @n0vqni @sev-on-kamino @mythical-illustrator @523rdrebel @littlemissmanga @atomickidsoul @moonwreckd

[dol-dee]

shout out to this all woman cultist group! weird af for them to be doing what they're doing but who said cults are a solely male dominated field am I right?

#I finally got the slime out of Dee's ear and now she has to deal with both a wraith enocunter (thats she actually won???)#and this group of cultists that are gangraping her out on the lake in the middle of winter#let my girl catch a break fgdfgdfgd#shes gonna get hypothermia bc of you goons

[overx]

▶▶️ one Dirge pls, or Raziel! up to u

send “▶▶️” to get a glimpse at a scene from my muse’s future. send “◀️◀️” to get a glimpse at a memory from my muse’s past.

How can I say no?

A smile at the recollection, at Vesper's excited question, and the awkward backtracking that ensued. Insisting it didn't have to be done, but such an earnest request... he'd probably been even more enthusiastic than the Necromancer by the end.

You're trusting me with your first tattoo Vesper! Of course I'll do it. Knowing the sentiment behind it only made him all the more determined. So many unspoken feelings, a bond distilled down to abstract patterning on skin. A secret they'd share, until the right time.

Raz flips through his sketchbook, pages already filled with ink. So many small designs in the last few days, but none of them felt quite right.

Drawing had always been an intuitive process for Raziel, he felt out each piece. Meditated to the scratching of pen on paper. Somewhere in the whitespace, he'd find the inspiration, each blank place a possibility.

In that way, art and magic are the same. Unintentional creations that flowed haphazardly from his hands, that became real without vision.

Maybe this one... The shape closes on the page, just sketchy enough not to act like a real circle.

...or.... so he'd hoped. The glow of magic is unmistakable, each stroke of his hand tying together the unseen around him. Weaving a spell whether he meant to or not.

There's familiar white fur suddenly behind his book, the room noticeably colder.

"...oops." He glances up, a lopsided smile at the Winter deity inadvertently summoned here. "I didn't mean to do that, sorry Mor." Not that it'd been the first time... but his partner is more bemused than upset.

...I guess that means it works. Hopefully Vesper and Volt will like it too.

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Tommy and Lucy's Pets

Just some images I've collected over time of their fur babies. You can find more details about each of them here.

Asher (Black Shepherd)

Mystery (Dappled Gray Horse)

Phantom (White Horse)

Sin (Chestnut Horse)

Trouble (Tortoiseshell Cat)

Wraith (Black Horse)

[jovialturtleface]

A photo from Wraith and Qwerty! 🌨️

[riwooga]

DOL update spoiler warning! ✨

I've been playing the update and have been enjoying it! Lots of fun stuff,,, but God I am so stuck between helping Winter open the archeologist office or deciding not to as to protect the Wraith and their necklace...

I don't trust Quinn for shit, I don't trust anything they intend to do with either the necklace or the wraith's children.. not to mention the Wraith is SO sweet when you haven't taken their necklace that I feel like I can't just betray my favorite ghost like that

But my conundrum comes in when I look at how much I love Winter, the old goof.... He would be so excited to get to find more historical finds and I am so weak for that old man, I wanna see him happy...

But AHHH

These are the true conundrums

[riverrunscold]

favorite thing about dbd Fandom is seeing people's headcanons of killers hanging out between trials. They're a family to me :,)