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saintemiliosandoz · 4 months
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this covers all hidden aspects so if your fave is excalibur, for example, you’d pick stygian blade
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ladycharles · 1 year
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I love your music! I'm glad you blazed some of your posts because I may not have discovered you otherwise. It's interesting because I wasn't sure I'd like it at first as my musical preferences lie closer to the realm of metal, posthardcore and pop punk, but I adore all the synths in your music, the visuals in your music videos, and the cleverness in your lyrics. Actually, some of it reminds me of Gerard Way's solo album Hesitant Alien and I think that's why I enjoy your music so much.
An element of your art (which your music videos absolutely are) especially resonates with me as I am also nonbinary and it's very validating and comforting to see someone else being their authentic self and to be reminded that there's really no rulebook to gender-nonconformity. Thank you for sharing your music and I wish you the best as your journey of being an artist progresses!
Thank you so much! 💖💖💖 It is so true, a lot of people want to put us in boxes but if you follow your own path it is so much more rewarding.
I used to go to punk shows a lot in Toronto (RIP Soybomb) so while I am not super knowledgeable on the genres you mentioned they hold a place in my heart for sure - it's cool that you connect with my music because I feel like there's a lot of secret influence from post hardcore, pop punk, etc. Those shows had a big effect on me and some of the bands I listened to around then (Infernal Arms, Fucked Up, Horse the Band, Billy Talent, Refused) definitely influenced me in big ways!
Also serendipitous that I saw that Gerard Way album the other day while looking for album cover inspo and saved it because I thought it looked cool but haven't listened yet. I will have to do so!
If you have any metal recommendations btw I am all ears, I really barely know the genre.
All the best and hope you'll stick around for the new album! 💖
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xamaxenta · 1 year
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In the name of Hades
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vice-like · 8 months
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so i was playing hades and then the man (god?) himself said this about varatha
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if in the context of hades II this was some foreshadowing...
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curecaster · 9 months
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Sealed Aspect of the Infernal Dragon: Infernal Arm
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infernal-coffin · 2 months
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Oh dear me...what have a done
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grimgrinnrs · 19 days
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" Well shit. Missed Carmilla's party this year. Oh well, always next year. If it happens again, I guess. "
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warlordfelwinter · 11 months
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reworking. i love overthinking things that don't matter
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churchofsatannews · 6 months
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Infernal Legion Podcast #039
On this #SinisterScuttlebutt episode of the official Infernal Legion podcast, Warlock Rick Colemire and Satanist Raul Atondo join the show! We discuss the Marine Corps’ missing fighter jet, recent developments in the Bowe Bergdahl desertion case, and the sometimes tedious reality of war. On The Tower, Magister Adam Campbell talks about a new program by veteran gun store owners to combat veteran…
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disaster-zagreus · 1 year
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Local idiot is full of love and now finally has a sibling to hang out with
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Let me set the fucking stage because if this is all pure coincidence then I am going to scream:
Yours truly is worried Olympians will find out about Persephone. I keep visiting her, against her wishes, and get teary eyed at every dialogue. The last dialogue I have with her is Zagreus begging her to come home again, saying Hades still loves her, that she is still Queen.
I am taken by the Styx and walk around the house. As I am playing in the living, not my room, siblings hear the music and gasp, running up to me. Now I have chatty mouths blabbing to me about boon combos and stuff. I prepare my escape. I grab my adamant rail, since it has dark thirst and coincidentally also is the last weapon I didn’t successfully escaped with yet. I promise my siblings I won’t even use that one Daedalus hammer enchantment that makes the gun legally unfair towards anyone in my way (delta chamber, my sweet sweet delta chamber).
I grab the first keepsake I see and head out.
I have a bad time. I get horrible boons, no duos, and get divine dash only at Elysium. Better sometime than never. My siblings bemoan the fact I have lost two death defiances. I get out my Skelly tooth at the Temple, grim faced at the fact I have only two death defiances. I am so broke I can’t even buy a death defiance from the well of Charon. The 200g is mocking me.
I could maybe beat Hades, but I am not sure. I always need as many defiances as I can get. By pure luck I get the satyr sack in the second room. As much as it pains me, I head out. Multiple hands grab my shoulders and vigorously shake them, telling me to not rush things. Zagreus gets to the surface and insults Hades. He agrees with what Zag says.
We are very confused.
Hades says he lets us go.
We are even more confused.
We book it before he changes his mind, grabbing the titan blood. I remember I haven’t beaten Hades with the rail yet, that it was my last arm, wonder if it means anything. Then I remember the last conversation we had with Persephone and realize we’re getting into the next part of the story. I brush off the ‘last infernal weapon’ and the ‘master of arms achievement’ part and walk.
A little devil is whispering into my ear to attack Hades but I just push him away
I get to Persephone and she isn’t in her usual fixed spot. We get confused. We come closer and see she has a bag. I freak out, siblings don’t realize anything yet. Persephone says she is coming back, we all freak out. I am seriously wondering if me getting the ‘master of arms’ achievement means anything.
We go onto the boat and jam to the music. We are all thanking the Fates for not making me fight Hades. My mind is reeling.
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littleporksausage · 2 years
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VICTORY
THY NAME IS SKELLY
I just beat 32 heat in Hades, I am unstoppable
I can go back to playing things other than Aspect of Rama Coronacht.
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gethellbcnt · 4 days
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as i don't have much to give this fine Sunday, have a body ref of how Andy is built !
he's a BIG BRICK of a guy, as he's done a lot of heavy-lifting during his working days both before and after arriving to 'Murica in his living life, and this build has followed him into the afterlife as well !
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heavenfelled · 6 months
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@goldenviolins / tavlaryn sent : if i win, i get to knock your brains out, with a sledgehammer. ( meme source )
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𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍, or was it a grimace? caught somewhere between, though the glint within that infernal gaze spoke volumes. ' you could certainly give it a go, pretty boy. '
it was the sort of dare that ought to incite a person's fight or flight ... but not crowley. this week had already been so GODDAMNED WEIRD already. at least a good bash to the skull would take care of that pesky little worm still wriggling its way ever closer to their cerebral cortex. ' i'd offer the same terms, but, well dunno if you've got anythin' in there. ' a faux look of concern and a TAP TAP of dark, sculpted nails to tav's temple ( gods know crowley's been itching for a fight ).
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fangswbenefits · 4 months
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Unexpected
Summary: Astarion has barely ever considered starting a family with you in the old-fashioned way, but an unexpected conversation might just trigger that urge.
Pairing: Astarion x femalex!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Astarion's POV. Breeding kink. Creampie. P in V sex. Body worship. Vampire bite. Blood drinking. Precum.
Word count: 2.2k
As far as Astarion was concerned, babes were merely drool and poop dispensers.  
He could definitely do without having to be around one for more than the strictly necessary.
And today was one of those days.
You had offered to look after one of your friend's toddler, but he had somehow been left on duty as you worked around the kitchen.
Typical.
He glared at the tiny human that stood on his thighs, wobbling dangerously and was only kept upright thanks to his firm hold.
Astarion glanced around to ensure that you weren't nearby before he mischievously bared his fangs at the baby.
He expected fear or a screech.
But no.
She merely glared at him for a brief moment before bursting into a high-pitched laughter that pierced through his ears and made him wince in pain.
Had it not been for his fast reflexes, she would have had her tiny and prying paws inside his mouth as she tried to reach for his fangs.
“No – these are no toy,” he grumbled in utmost annoyance.
You walked into the room, straightening your dress whilst giving him a taunting glare. “Look at you! Bonding.”
He held the babe as far as he could from his face as she giggled enthusiastically, clearly finding in him some amusement.
He scoffed. “Please. Even the Nine Hells can't be as torturous as this.”
Clicking your tongue, you approached to sweep her into your arms, which caused an infernal reaction from her as she broke into a screech that would put a banshee to shame.
“See? She prefers Uncle Astarion.”
He rolled his eyes, returning his focus on the book had been peacefully enjoying before this unfortunate ordeal.
As you managed to quiet her down by shifting her attention to a stuffed owl bear toy, two soft knocks were heard on the front door.
Finally.
You allowed your friend inside who promptly took her babe in her arms.
“Please tell me she behaved,” she said apologetically. “She's teething and her temper can be overbearing at times.”
“It was no bother. She was absolutely delightful and even bonded with Uncle Astarion.”
She chuckled alongside you.
He could feel a frown grow on his face as she turned to him. “How come you two haven't considered having one of your own?”
Astarion's eyes nearly bulged out.
“Oh, it has never crossed our minds, really,” you immediately blurted out, pinching the babe's cheeks affectionately. “We're better off this way.”
Now that set him off.
“Actually, I have considered it.”
Far more often than he dared admitting, but it was not more than wishful thinking.
He was fortunate enough not to worry about unwanted pregnancies, as being a vampire spawn made the feat nigh impossible.
But he still wondered how you'd look carrying his child.
Especially with you being such the motherly type.
His eyes fell to your heaving chest for a moment, and he vaguely imagined how your breasts would swell.
“Oh? You have?” you sounded more surprised than shocked.
Your friend shifted a glance between you and him. “I'm sure Astarion here would warm up to the idea fast – so to speak.”
How he detested puns.
Once she bid her farewell and you parted ways with a gentle kiss to the babe's temple, he found himself content as silence took over.
“You meant that?”
He pressed the book in his hands closed. “Us having a child?”
You nodded.
“I don't see why not.”
You began undoing the laces of your dress as you paced into the room.
“Well, it's not like we can physically do it.”
Astarion stood on his feet, following you closely behind.
“We can.”
Your head turned abruptly to him. “You're just having a laugh, aren't you?”
Astarion had read enough about half-vampires – dhampirs – to know it wasn't as hard to achieve as one might think.
He would just need to be very persistent and be well fed. 
“It is possible.”
You chuckled. “I think we would be on babe number four if it were truly possible.”
As he walked up behind you, he planted a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, moving his masterful fingers down the lacing of your corset.
He adored having you wear the most exquisite clothes he could embroider for you, but he equally adored helping you get undressed.
Just for him.
“But the real question, darling, is… would you want me to?”
As the corset loosened around you, he could see your breasts expand into fullness.
“Want what?”
The chemise underneath hid most of them from sight, but he could see your nipples faintly protruding against the sheet fabric.
He could feel himself already hardening from the topic of the conversation alone.
“Do you want me to breed you?”
His blunt words made you gasp. “You always come inside, Astarion… and nothing happens.”
Was that disappointment he detected in your voice?
Gods above…
That only served to fuel his lust.
You stepped out of your crimson dress and he shifted languidly until he was on his knees in front of you.
“What are you doing?”
He lifted your chemise just above your navel, and trailed soft kisses along your lower abdomen, feeling you occasionally flinching under his cold lips. 
Your fingers tangled in his curls as a soft gasp left your lips. “Astarion?”
He did his best to ignore the ever-growing twitch against his trousers.
“Maybe we should rectify this predicament.”
You ran the pads of your fingers along his scalp in such a loving manner that he found himself humming in approval as his cold lips began to travel downwards.
“And how could you even do such a thing?”
Oh. You still thought he was bullshitting you?
He glared up at you with half-hooded eyes. “Hold on to that pole and place your leg on my shoulder.”
Astarion took pride in being a giving and caring lover who resorted to words laced with sensuality, to get you all worked up for him.
You arched a brow at him, but held onto the iron rod of the bed canopy while lifting your leg and resting it on his shoulder.
From this new angle, he was able to spot a growing damp spot in your underwear that nearly made him salivate.
The fabric clung to your folds, allowing him to spot the outline of your throbbing swell.
It seemed that your body was already getting ready for what was to come.
Hungrily, he leaned forward to place an open-mouthed kiss on the already damp fabric.
You bucked your hips instinctively against him as he teased your folds with his tongue.
He felt the first drops of precum staining his own clothes, and had no choice but to undo the lacing at the front so he could ease the unbearable strain.
The heel of your foot dug into his back as he kept adding more dampness to your underwear with his saliva, enjoying the sight of the outline of your folds.
With one hand firmly closed around his cock, he moved his lips to your inner thigh, earning a groan of protest from you.
He chuckled against your heated skin, squeezing some more precum from his tip, enjoying how it dribbled down his knuckles.
“Stop teasing…” you groaned, softly tugging at his curls.
But Astarion had something else in mind.
“I should be well fed before attempting this, if the words on those books and scrolls are to be trusted.”
A soft whimper spilled from your mouth and you pulled your underwear to the side with a sigh of relief.
But Astarion found no relief in that as he couldn't tear his eyes away from your soaked folds and the swell that peeked between them.
His cock gave him a warning twitch, as more precum dribbled outs from the tip.
You had broken his concentration with a low blow, but he still managed to part his lips, raking his fangs across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
“You've… never….” you gasped in astonishment as the realisation of his intentions hit you.
“There's a first time for everything, darling.”
Unlike your delectable neck, he had no experience catching your pulse in this area, so he had to drag his lips slowly, in search of that rhythmic pulsing that drove him insane.
“Astarion…” you moaned, rolling your hips.
Once he found what he was looking for, he dragged his tongue along the sweet spot before sinking his fangs into it.
He had anticipated you would squirm under his touch, so he anchored you in place by hooking his arm around your thigh.
Astarion reckoned he would never tire of feeling how hard and warm his cock would get whenever he fed on you, your blood rushing through his body like molten fire. 
As he kept downing your blood and keeping you steady, he began to feel the veins that snaked around his cock bulging and he nearly lost it.
Your fingers were still buried in his hair, tugging firmly as your hips rolled on pure instinct.
Through his bloodlust, he managed to shift his gaze only to be met with strings of your wetness dangling from the entrance.
Gods… you were so ready to be bred.
He could feel your arousal.
He could taste it on his tongue.
His hand was doing an adequate job at giving his now heated cock some relief, but he knew he would only find true solace in being buried deep inside you.
Your blood had begun to spill from the corners of his mouth and he felt it trailing down his chin and neck.
With all the willpower he could muster in that moment of blinding hunger, he managed to tear away from you skin, rising to his feet as your leg dropped from his shoulder only to be caught on his arm, effectively keeping you spread for him.
His cock accidentally brushed against the twin marks on your inner thigh, blood coating the leaking tip of his cock.
He let out a hiss as the warm liquid dribbled down his length, mixing with his precum.
Your hand dropped to the back of his neck and you pulled him into a searing kiss, tasting yourself on his soaked lips.
With ease, he shifted closer until the tip of his cock was nudging at your entrance.
You broke the kiss. “Do you think you drank enough?”
His cock twitched violently from the despair in your words.
“There is only one way to find out, darling.”
You licked your lips, jerking your hips to have his tip slide inside.
Then he felt your hand snake in between your bodies until your fingers were wrapped around his length, giving it a trying squeeze.
“You're so, so hard, Astarion…”
Astarion could get even harder just from your praise.
His cock twitched again and he couldn't stop his hips from bucking, gradually burying himself deep within your warmth.
He sank all the way through, bringing his other hand to close around the one you had around the iron rod of the canopy, desperate for support as he thrusted into you.
Soon enough, you had matched his tempo, moving in unison with him.
From this angle, he could see the faint streaks of blood spread around his cock as it spread your folds, allowing him to see how swollen you were for him.
“So eager to be bred, aren't you?” he said in between groans.
You whimpered in response, unbuttoning the front of your chemise.
Astarion nearly came as your bare breasts came into view, swaying with each thrust. Your nipples had hardened completely and he felt his balls tighten.
“I want to see how big they will get.” he moaned more to himself, knowing he was getting closer and closer to his release.
Your mouth fell open but no words came out.
Instead, he felt you squeeze his cock desperately, drawing a primal growl from deep within him.
He truly wanted to know how bigger your breasts would get from carrying his child.
His balls tightened even harder and he felt the familiar wave of overwhelming release wash over his body.
He somehow managed to keep his gaze on your swaying breasts as he spilled deep inside you, feeling his cum shooting rhythmically inside you.
Desperate to feel your own contractions, he placed his thumb between your folds, circling your swell and slowly but surely driving you over the edge.
“Let go, darling…” he urged desperately, wanting the last drops of his seed to be milked out of him forcefully by your contractions.
As your breath quickened and your arms looped around his neck, he knew you were a goner.
You stilled momentarily, rhythmically contracting around him with a gasp.
He glanced down to see the bulging veins along his cock being squeezed as cum began to spill out around him.
Astarion had no idea how much cum he had spilled inside you, but what he did know was that he would gladly spend it all if it meant getting you pregnant with his child.
As you shuddered against him, he placed a soft kiss to your temple.
“Do you think it was enough?”
He chuckled. “I won't stop until it is.”
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