#wrathful diety

[radiobarf]

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[putsomeoneinhell]

put nameless deity from terraria wrath of the gods mod in target

me being active

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[taboonle]

The vengeful hand of an angry god

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[rhianna]

The name Fudo Myo-o means “the immovable or unshakable one.” He is one of five myo-o, or lords of light, whose threatening appearance guards the Law of Buddhism. He is equipped to guide the spiritual traveler past temptation on the path to enlightenment. Fudo’s bulging eyes, piercing stare, and protruding fangs express the intensity of his wrath against evil. Seated on a stylized rock formation that symbolizes his steadfastness, he once held his attributes, a rope and sword (these have been removed for conservation), which were used to subdue evil forces and to cut through the ignorance that is the source of suffering. This finely modeled figure reflects the highly detailed, realistic direction taken by Japanese sculptors in the Kamakura period (1185–1333).  

#fudo myoo #japan #japanese #deity #budhist diety #wrathful

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

Cruel cravings

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Summary: fantasy fucks were meant to remain just that, fantasies. Especially when you want to fuck you your sith lord employer. Whats a girl to do when she cries out for her lord to ravage her? Worse then that, what do you do when he answers that call?

Warnings : ⚠️adult content +18⚠️ smut, degradation, name calling, toys, power play, swearing, body fluids, dacryphillia, teasing, dom/sub dynamic, Vader is a teasing prick

A/N: here is some filth, i enjoyed writing this one. I hope you like reading it, i havent wrote smut for a while so hope i still got it 😅 anyway enjoy peeps

You scrambled up the bed kicking your covers letting out a gargled sound between a squeak and yowl. It took all of three seconds for your chest tighten and lungs to shrivle in your chest. Oh dear god. You shivered staring wide eyed at the tall imposing figure that had somehow bypassed the lock and thundered into your room.

He stiffened, straightening his posture as he took in the sight of you. The thin, non regulation night dress that usually reached your knees was bunched around your thighs, legs bent and tangled up in your crumpled damp sheets, you hair a mess and skin flushed with sweat on your brow. And your chest heaving with deep pants. Fuck, it was better then he could have imagined. you must look a state!

"M-my lord?" You stammered swallowing dryly between syllables trying to gain some self control and not burst into tears, you knew how you must look;a complete mess. You moved your hand slowly, inching the contraband under your bunched sheets praying to any diety who was observing your mortification in that moment, willing them to let your lord show mercy and to not pull the sheets back and see your shame.

"You, i should have known" you frowned at that. What? He grunted in irritation as your confusion washed over your face at his accusatory tone. To your knowledge youd never done anything to rouse his fury. Infact he seemed to like you? In his own intimidating blunt way. He praised you when youd done a good job, hovered behinde you staring holes into into the back of your head. Not that you could see him, but when lord vader was looking at you, you knew. It was like being hunted by a camouflaged predator. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, you got the shivers and goosebumps.

"Do you have any idea how frustrating you have been girl? This is the last straw. You have pushed too far" Your stomach dropped and fear crept up your spine. Had he heard you? Could he really read minds?! God you hoped not. The ferocity of his words sent a delicious heat straight to your weeping pussy. Your mind was reeling, only moments ago had you been lost in a rapturous daze, your mind stringing together a perfect cruelties starring this powerful man as you ravished yourself with the cheap toy youd snuck onboard.

"Out. Come, stand and address me properly" he ordered jerking his head to the side as he ordered you out of your bed. You paled and shook your head slightly at him one hand clutching your sheet as if the thin material would save you from your lords wrath.

"Wha- i would but im;" you tried to plead with him, tell him you were underdressed his breathing hitched and he raised a hand pointing at you threateningly.

"You will do as your told female" he ordered as he stepped closer leaning over you menacingly, practically trapping you on the bed. His large fram left only a small space for you to crawl past him.

You yelped quickly diving across the bed scooting passed him forgetting about your modesty as his hand remained raised. Your fear was to much to ignore, you didnt want to be choked, well that wasnt strictly true. You didn't want to be choked to death. You flushed as that dangerous thought swirled in you head as you climbed out of bed. Your blood was singing, insides tensing at the thought of this huge impressive lord chokeing you as he pumbled your fragile insides. Useing you like a helpless wet hole and unloading his frustration into you, forcing you to take his stress anger and lust in a brutal twisted pleasure. Oh maker please~

You whined breathlessly managing to finally stand next to him. Straight back arms at your sides and legs slightly apart. You looked blindly forward, shivering every so often, you just hope he mistook it for panic or fear and not the fithly excitment it truly was.

He took half a step back and gazed at you silently. You could only guess where his eye were at any one time. His mask kept such secrets, all you could do was stand still and wait for his next order. You closed your eyes trying to drown out the deeper breaths coming from your lord. You were desperate to block them out,

"Oh? Whats this?" You almost jerked back as your lords gloved hand descened. But somehow you managed to hold firm, but gasped snapping your head to him when his fingers lightly ghosted the peak of your breast. You stuttered wanting to say something, anything! But the words died when he tilted his head and captured the puckered bud between two fingers and rolled it. Your breaths became sharper as he toyed with your nipple through the thin night dress.

You yelped when the light pleasant tormet became something more attune with vaders reputation. He pinched harshly and drew you bud towards him. You hissed following him, rising to your tip toes trying to ease the maddening sting. He gave a low humm, something between approval and amusment whilst twisting your bud drawing a high whine from you. You tipped your head up facing his mask, staring into the black glass that concealed his own supposed golden gaze. All you could see was your own reflection, face scrunched in pain and your eyes wide wet and pleading.

"Hmm? Just what have you been up to?" The words were spoken with a small shake of his hand, pulling you breast left and right punishing you with an addictive erotic pain. Your resolve died at the tugging, you lost your footing stumbbling half a step forward unable to remain still under his harsh minstrations. To your shame you let out a high moan. He paused at that, and before you could apologise he had moved. His other hand had parting your thighs, the smooth padded leather felt heavenly as his hand latched onto your thigh, just above your knee.

He almost immediately pulled away with a chuckle, releasing your throbbing teet letting you drop back onto your heels with a sharp jolt. He pulled his slick gloved fingers higher, inspecting it. You could have died, shame swallowing you as you realised your lord had noticed your arousal glistening on your inner thighs, the wet trail smeared to your knees.

"I see, you have the luxury of your own room so you tend to yourself unlike the others" he uttered with a sigh and made a point to wipe your slick off his glove onto you. You mewled quietly, trying to find some self control in the wake of your new devastating situation. Even in the fear and shame your mind still found somthing to celebrate. Something to make your pussy clench and throb, a filthy unhinged thought to make your blood sing and nipples tighten painfully.

You knew you had odd desires in the bed room, filthy words and rough hands, being teased and taunted, having vicious words spat at you as your force fed inches you swore you couldnt tolorate. But lord vader useing you as your own cum rag? No, that was never something you thought would make you quiver with need. You bit your lip trying not to cry at your confusing shamefull reactions to his behaviour.

"Could this be why you have been avoiding your comrades desperate conversations? This is the reason for your lack of interest?" He cooed, his words were a taunt, sweet and sharp. Incendiary. He was baiting you. You could see he was pretending to be disappointed. But his voice didn't quite match the words, he sounded excited?

"Or perhaps its this?" You gasped as he moved past you, his cloak brushing your form while he flicked back your sheet revealing the wet toy youd been enjoying only moments ago. He tutted stepping back, holding the toy in his hand and raised it, letting you see your arousal coating it obscenely.

"So which is it? " he purred sending your heart into an erratic almost painful tempo.You swallowed dryly, eyeing the toy, that looked tiny now between his thick leather clad fingers. Your panicked gaze moved to him and back again mind desperately trying muster something more then a fragile meek wail or sob. Your lips parted, moving trying to form words but you just couldn't articulate anything more then a feeble primal cry of embarassing desperation.

"Tell me. Be a good girl and answer your lords question" Vader uttered trying to coax your words watching you carefully, a sinister amusment hung in the air around him. It was hard to explain, you could sometimes sense lord vaders moods though nothing really gave him away. Not untill he voiced it, so what you perceive as amusment could actually be adrenaline before the kill.

"B-both my lord. Its both" you eventually mewled breathlessly, tears welled in your eyes and you fought to keep your sobbing quiet. It was one thing to be caught with a toy, another thing to be caught in the midst of such a private moment. Even worse being caught by a superior, but to be caught by the sith lord himself? The man youd been crying out for? The one you thought about as you fucked yourself to the point of exhaustion? It was your worst nightmare, and most tempting fantasy. You were trapped in some sort of twilight zone, experiencing your own hell and rapture in one terrifyingly twisted confusion. You only hoped if he was going to off you, he would kill you now before you could make this any worse, or before he could create a more sadistic punishment. Unfortunately your mouth didnt get the memo and you found yourself babbeling, almost incoherently.

"Im sorry, i know its'gainst regulations please i couldnt; it was a stupid thing to do; the others they can; their better at talking to the men. They find partners easily but... i cant... i should never have broke the rules sir... im sorry my lord please, i beg your forgiveness" the tears trickled down your cheeks as the words flowed, hitching and mumbled. You didnt move to wipe the droplets staining your face away, you were to scared to break your stance, he might find it disrespectful.

He shifted on his feet twisting his head slowly, still observing you. He made a show to look puzzled. But the amused air around him gave his movements a teasing look. He was making fun, toying with you relishing in your discomfort and shame. Feeding off of it, your misery was his delight. The masochist inside screamed out to him, willed him to continue, yet your common sense was begging him to stop. He didnt.

"Are you now? Are you sorry about breaking my rules? Sorry for disgracing yourself so pathetically? Sorry for becoming nothing more then an feral little whore wholst serving on my star ship? Or are you just sorry you got caught in the act?" He ducked down pressing his head beside yours. You shuddered as his cloak brushed across your arm. He chuckled soaking in the sight of you, drowning in a delirious mix of arousal, fear and shame. Your eyes gave you away, the blown pupils letting him know just what emotion was winning. It pleased him, he may have found the reason your cunt seemed to call out to him like beacon. You were perfect.

It was better then he could have thought. All the times he'd tried to draw a reaction from you. The hours he'd spent in your sector needlessly, watching and listening. The droids he'd sent to eavesdrop on the girl talk between your colleagues, the filth they spouted fantasies of what they let the stormtroopers do to them. What they'd let him do to them if he gave them a chance. He'd somehow become a fantasy fuck, he knew it was most likely the power and privilege that drew their eye.

But you? Youd never really joined in. Never had tall tales of one night stands. You didnt seem to have an intrest in sex ,it was a pity. If youd ever shown interest in such things;even if it wasnt him youd craved, he would've had you dragged away. Thrown into his quaters and locked inside, tied to his bed as a hostage for days on end. You were captivating, small, soft spoken and pure. An innocent with wide expressive eyes and perfect pouty lips that would surround his cock with a sublime softness. He could use so many words to describe you. Fragile, ethereal, shy, demure, poised. Everything a soilder shouldnt be. You hadnt hardened under your training, but you hadnt been broken by it either. He wanted to tear you apart, to see what you really were on the inside there must be more to you then the soft gentle woman you claimed to be. It drove him wild. He needed to pound away the image youd created and claim you inside and out. H needed to smother you in his own taint, bathe your skin in his cum before holding you underneath him and drown you in it.

So when he had heard your passionate cries within his watchfull meditation he couldnt hold himself back. Rage boiled in his veins at the thought of you coupling with some undeserving welp. He'd thundered through the ship, following the breathless whispers and gratifying cries. And then it happened, you finally named your lover. Or should he say imaginary partner. Youd moaned so sweetly for your lord, cried out for him. And unbeknownst to you he had heard your desperate mewling and had decided to answer your call.

He smiled below his mask, the delicate grunts and breathy pleading echoing in his head. You were trying soo hard to be quiet but the thought of him ravishing you was too much to bare. His thoughts took a turn as his cock gave a powerfull throb, this time refusing to be ignored by the sith lord. His mind began drawing a perfect solution. As much as it will pain him, he must teach you a valuable lesson before impaling you on his thick shaft, thus ruining you for other men.

"No matter, its of no real concern as to why you are sorry. Because my discipline will not change either way" he finally spoke, drewing your agonising anticipation to a close. Youd been well behaved, remaining silent and still as his thoughts got carried away.

"My lord;"

"Silence girl. I think you have made enough noise for one night." His bark was enough to shut you up. He felt a twnige of excitement, you were biting your lip desperately trying to obey him. He enjoyed your compliance.

"You think i could not hear you? That when meditating i can't pick out my own name? Did you think i would ignore such filth from my own subordinates?" You whined, opening your mouth to reply but closed it remembering his order to keep quiet. Instead you settled for dropping your gaze to the floor and sniffling, trying to fight off your sobs. They would do you no good now.

"Good. Now sit" he ordered, apparently he had been testing you. Waiting to see if you disobeyed him. You sat instantly, perching yourself on the edge of your bed, still keeping your eyes on the floor infront of you.

"Take a breath. Good." He praised you ptting your head like dog s you took a large shuddering breath and released slowly. He inched loser to you, still ruffling your hair slightly calming you.

"You will be relived to find i am not going to punish you too severely. You are a young woman with urges. I cannot fault you for your nature. You will not be dismissed." You practically melted at that. It ws commen knowledge that dismissed meant killed. And to know that wsnt your fate lifted a huge wieght from you. Your chest was suddenly released from the fearfull grip it had been in. Your tears came thick and fast, flooding your face. As much as you wanted to thank him you remined silent not wnting to push him further.

"However I will be confiscating this abomination. The last thing I need is a silly girl slacking during her shifts because she had been up all night entertaining herself." He added twisting the toy this way and tht, looking it over. You cringed as he waved the small toy in front of you drawing attention to it.

"This is a pathetic example of a cock anyway, not onpy am isurprized you managed to wet it in the first place, im slightly offended you thought of me whislt using it. I can only hope you imgined it was my fingers fucking you. If not we certainly have a problem" you flushed brighter and glanced up at him again. You may have underestimated your lords size, he was frighteningly huge. And the dildo though molded to mimic human cock was small, only a few inches longer then your own finger and not much wider then otheeither. But it had to be small to sneak onboard!

"Perhaps i should see if it was worth your embarrassment, it would fit the crime would it not?" You jolted, breath hitching in your throat. Hell no. You shook your hed inching backwards, kicking off of the floor with your toe almost shooting up the bed away from him.

But it was no use before you could move more then a few inches his gloved hand snatched the front of your nighty, the thick supple leather creaking under the pressure threatening to split at the seams. You whined lifting both hands to his feebly trying to pry him off. He simply pulled you forward making you returnt to the edge of the bed, your feet falling limp back to the floor. He grunted at you squeezing your noghty once more making a point. Stay. You nodded at him making him release you, and untangle his wrist from your trembling fingers.

He chuckled at you. It wasnt true insubordination, he knew your reaction was just from embarrassment, you wanted to escape your shame, it was sweet. Delicious even, he loved the thought of your cunt quivering in need as you shook with uncertaintly, the way he'd tear sounds from you despite your mortification was nothing but arousing to him.

"Now now. You brought this on yourself. I am your lord, duty bound to educate you. I will not shirk such a duty. I need to demonstrate the... dangers of such temptations. How a simple seemingly harmelss, inadequate toy can quickly get out of hand and leave you worse off" his words morphed from a deep amusment to sinister promises, his delight rose whilst his minds eye conjured all the sinful things he was going to to, perhaps not all today, but intime he will push you above any beyond everything you could fantasise about. Youd know rapture, so much so youd beg him for rest, cry and scream for him untill you are hoarse and pliant.

"Lay back, cease your wimpering and open your legs." You tensed eyes wide. No. You must have missheard him, surely your lord wouldnt; You were cut off by your own yelp of surprize feeling a gust of wind hit you, the odd feeling of being hit in the chest by nothing, yet at the same time a hard force. You fell back and squirmed trying to fight what ever was pressing you down.

You only stopped moving as vader inched closer, close enough that your knees and thighs had squeezed his own legs. You snapped your head up, blinking at him owlishly as you registered what was happening. He had pinned you with the force and was looming over you, one hand clasping your pitifully small toy.

You struggled to think as he towered over you, settling between your legs comfortably. Like it was his rightful place. He knew you wouldnt stop him. He fell forward his left hand pressed into the bed by your head. Close. Soo close that the leather cuff of his glove rubbing against the skin of your neck. You couldnt breath or speak or think! You could do nothing more then wait anxiously.

"You may beg girl, even i am not cruel enough to demand your silence during such things" you frowned unsure what he meant, but seconds later you arched your back curseing as he impaled you on the dildo youd been teasing yourself with before he joined you. The toy pressed into you with a delicious friction. Parting you, carving is way into you with a smooth, ribbed thrust. Masaging every scared piece of you as vader repeated the motion. In and out tilting and twisting to draw out new and exciting sounds.

Your hands grabbed him blindly, fingers and short nails calwing his cloak and arm. Capturing him tightly, grunting and hissing as he gave you no rest. Though youd gave the toy all the preparation it needed, after being pulled from you for so long it had cooled. It was a fantastically taboo feeling.

Vaders breathing became shallow. His breaths deepened, trying to draw you in he wanted to treat himself to the scent of your sex, sweat and fear. His hand moved the toy, twisting and pivoting as he fucked you with it, slow heavy thrusts rocking you on the bed drawing a subtle protest from your weak bed frame. He smiled as the sound seemed to make you flush. Embarassed and perfect.

"F-fuck! Oh maker; my lord?! Agh!" You cried out when his experimental twisting of the toy paid off hitting the spot you could easily spend over and hour looking for yourself.

You arched again, deeper throwing you head back. Vader watched keeping an even slow harsh tempo just grazeing the tiny spot hexd uncovered. You cursed at him, somehow finding some courage in your impatient need. When he continued the madening pace, you growled raising you legs, trying to tilt your hips and force him to gift you the sweet pleasure you craved.

His reply was a laugh, teasing you would easily become his new pass time. Especially if you became such an insolent brat. He slwoed down, softening his thrusts draging out a low keen from you.

"Please?, pleasefuuuck! Please sir!" Your begging was little more then shallow breaths. Using your hold on him to try and fuck yourslef onto the ever slowing toy.

"Such a beastly little thing you are" he tutted but still granted you a small mercy. And began to try a new torment, shallow, fast and rough jerking motiones. Occasionally rubbing your clit with his knuckle, just to drive you wild.

"Fuck! Fuck fu;UGH!" You screeched kicking at the bed, trying to shuffle away, only to be stopped by the stong arm that rested beside your neck. He laughed out loud nd moved faster finding the odd gruntal yelp amusing.

"That was a curious sound. Lets see if you can do it again" this time the sith decided to toy with you further. His hand stopped moving, instead he pressed down, forceing the tip to grind on up and then swayed. You wailed louder, kicking out on reflex and rocking, pivoting your hips chasing the friction your master caused.

"Oh yes, you are full of surpises. Oh? Such a pathetic girl is this truly what would undo you?" He hissed into your ear useing more strength to really dig into your sensitive flesh igniting your nerves in a burning, aching pleasure.

Your pleading words melding together. You feard you werent even speaking common tongue at that point. Between the wails hissing begging and tight gasps you doubted your managed a single sentence.

"Poor thing, its barely even in, im not even fucking you with it" vaders words grew more teasing, more cruel and cold. Slowly he was uncovering yet another secret to his tiny would be lover. You enjoyed his cold harsh nature, the spitfull teasing and vicious mocking words.

"Im beginning to understand why you are so desperate" he watched carefully noting the way you tensed, your pussy momentarily fighting his thrusts. Youd tensed round the toy as he spoke. Your desperate heat eagerly suckling it, trying to stay stuffed for as long as it could.

"Ah thats it, you liked that? Such sweet noises. My voice? You like my cruel taunting dont you? Such a surprising little bitch, all this time i thought you were pure, virtuous" you shuddered, he changed his pace once more, twisting and turning in unpredictably savage thrusts. The wet sounds of your own lust grew embarrassingly loud. The coarse words being spat at you drawing you into higher frenzy.

Your cunt pulsed around the dildo he punished you with. Just when you thought you had tasted euphoria his thumb extended seeking out your burning clit. You choked on your breath, your lord scoffed flicking and rubbing your tender neglected bud with each harsh thrust into your weeping pussy. You trembled unable to stop the sounds pouring from you. You may have well be burning alive under his hands, your veins were lava and nerves scalding. Every touch, every brutal precise jerk of the toy drew you further and further into a boiling pool of lust, threatening to drown you. Every sensation raced along your body, setteling in your needy pussy. All you could do was try to hang on to sanity. Your hands aching useing your white knuckle grip to anchor yourself to reality.

"In all of my visits, never did i hear you talk or think about me in such a sinfull way. The other woman, they always spoke their vulgarity. But you were soo innocent" your lords voice swung from accusatory to mocking and back again. Hos words dripping in sin and filth he alsmost spat them at you with a spitfull delicious condemnation. All you cpuld do was wither and squirm on the bed, crying out for him with torn words and gruntal half plea's desperation soaking theough your bones into your very soul. It was delightful and torturous.

"But your not are you? Deep down your no better then a whore. A collection of holes that would galdly wet my cock" he hissed the viciously divine words at you. Eyes bruning into you even througn his mask you could feel him gazing at you. Taking in the sight of you coming completely undone. So close, so close you could taste the sweet release.

"My; no pleaseLOORD PLEA-vadeah! Fuck!fuuck!" You called for him, one hand reaching, grasing his cloak higher almost forcing him to len closer over you. Your tummy tensed, back arching wildy trying to buck against him seeking out the friction you desired. You squinted almost in pain at the overwhelming burn in your nerves, the tenderness of your clit as you trocked onto his gloved thumb harder and harder. It became a delectable pain, your body tried to find that final trigger, the last piece of the puzzle that would let you free fall into biss.

"Yes, i know i. Can sense it. Your ready to burst, want to burst. So wet, soo close. Yet im unsure you truly deserve it" your eyes opened, fear and ice doused your system when you registered his words. No. No he wouldnt be so cruel. He chuckled pressing his weight down on you the harsh carbon of his mask resting aginst your brow biting at the skin s he stared into your eyes. You could almost make out a tinted glowing iris behide the visor.

"Now that i think about it. No, you dont deserve it do you?" You ground out a mournful wail, a cry from your very soul as vader pulled away, straighteneing to his full height whilst also wrenching the toy from your depths leaaving you empty and unsatisfied.

"You, were a disrespectful little brat~" The words were accompanied with a wet stinging slap to your pulsing pussy. You yepled and tried closeing your legs, feebly trying to sheild yourself from him. You tried to cover yourself with a hand, eager to hide and finsh all at once. But your hands were slapped away, harsh red marks donning each one with warning.

It was then you burst into tears, bawling in shame nd need. Fat tears wetting your face as you sobbed in earnest. Unsure what he expected from you, your body slowly inching back from that all important finish you craved. All vader did was watch relishing his victory while you crumbled. It was stunning, the way your walls collapsed around you because of him. He wondered if this is how youd react if he did tie you to his bed like a hostage and toyed with you days at a time. He loved the sight of weeping broken women thatd do anything he dreamt for a warm cock in her belly.

"Oh dear you really are crying, did i stop? Was your lord cruel to you? I didnt let you finish did i? Can you blame me? To think you belived you were worthy of a reward, after such apalling behaviour" you sobbed movingnto grasp him again, willing him to show mercy and finish you off. Your mouth had a mind of its own, spewing promises and oaths, babbling nonsense pleadingnfor a chance to show him how good you can be, begging him to allow you to cum for him and only him.

But he stood firm, silently assessing you. His stance was stern and domineering, imovable. But behinde al, the bravado you could still feel the lustfull amusment in the air. He wanted you, you knew he did you could feel it. But he was just as hexd described. Cruel, and a cruel lord would always deliver a cruel punishment.

"What did you expect little one? Mercy? Thats awfully entitled for such a needy little harlot dont you think?" His words carried a weight to them, you realised there would be no changing his mind and cried out mournfully.

"Oh poor thing hush. I know you dont think so now but this is for the best, we must all learn to control ourselves" he prompted movingnto pat your head as you wept at the loss, the fire in your veins ebbing away leaving behind and ache, echoes of what could have been the best orgasm of your life.

You huffed, sniffling and pulled away, dipping your head from under his hand nd pawing at it with a pathetic scowl. He laughed at that finding the petulant display for lack of a better word; cute.

"Are you sulking? To think youd have me belive you didnt enjoy my torment when your bed is drenched" his hand raised motioning to the large dark spot on your sheets.

"Look, look at all this mess youve made. And you still wanted more? What makes you think i'll indulge a spoiled brat" You eyed them and flushed before subtly tryingnthe hide it with your covers, not wanting him to see it a second longer than necessary.

"Come up you get, i do not tolerate self pity and whining girl.Time to make your bed, we wouldnt want to sleep it in damp sheets;" you sent him a sour look, glowering at him with tinted cheeks. Your embarrassment and sexual frustration morphing into an odd bravery.

"Do not give me that look. This was your doing" vader scolded with an amused chuckle. He was pleased by your pout, your needy longing and pathetic cries mingling with stubborn grunts whines. But you acquiesced his command, standing on shakey legs one hand holding onto the bunk supporting yourself the other making quick work of straightening the bed, fixing the pillows and sheets neatly. Sniffling the entire time pawing at your face trying to stop the flow of tears.

"Very good pet, now climb back in" vader prompted pressing on hand to your back coaxing you forward. You drew a breath quickly climb forward, cringing as you sat in the wet patch youd left in the bed. You quickly shook off the feeling and looked up at your lord with anticipation. Maybe he was teasing earlier? Maybe he was trying to prove a point? Could your lord be about to grant mercy and finish what he started? You shivered, and peeked up at hi. Expectantly. Vader belowed a laugh drawing a frown from you.

"Oh dont look so hopefull girl, your not getting anything else this night. If i gave in to your mindless weeping now your lesson would not stick." his words were riddled with scoffs and bearly contained laughter as you deflated into another pout whining all the way. An invisible force curled around your jaw tilting you to stare at him.

"I will however make myself clear. The next time you feel the need, you will not take matters into your own hands. You are to report to me directly, i do not care when or where i am you will seek me out immediately" he inched closer, the grip on your jaw pressing you back to the wall, the pressure dropped untill your entire body felt the weight. He arched forward still hands landing beside you cageing you in. The force began to coiled around your neck tightening panic plucked at your heart, but he didnt let up. He continued to let his power seep over your form holding you still.

"And Should i find out you have not sought me out i will personally see to it you revisit this night, but as a public example of breaking the regulations. Am i clear?" The threat of his words weaved through your mind with heated tendrils. Images of you held down open and wanton, tormented by the sith for anyone to see made you tremble. The thought threatening to ignite you once more.

"Y-yes sir; my lord sir" the whispered before you could even realise what you were swearing to. Vader must have been pleased with you as he rleased you from his invisible grasp and backed away patting your head lightly as he rose to his full hieght.

"Very good. Do try to get some sleep" with a quick swish of his cape he was gone. The door closeing behinde him leaving you alone as if nothing had happened. You blinked drawing amheavy breath and slowly let it out. The only evidence he was there was the damp bedding and empty lust in your pussy. With that thought you quickly scrabbled to the side of the bed hopeing he'd forgotten to pocket your toy. He hadnt. Fuck.

You wandered the halls hands curling up into your sleeves anxiously plucking at the threads on the lining of your uniform. You knew people were casting you odd looks. They wonders why you were here. Hell you wondered why you were here?! Brave? Stupid? Crazy. Yeah thats the one crazy. After your encounter with lord vader you had been trying to fend off the ache, willing the fire in your loins to die. But no, your lords callous and cruel teasing had left you wanting more. he'd made your fantasy a reality and the sweet poisonous fruit was too much to bare. You craved it, craved him like never before. You swear you were addicted, suffering this heat and need was something youd only describe as a withdrawal. The need was all encompassing raw and painfull. And whats worse you think he knew, he'd stayed way from your sector, you couldnt help feel slighted. Was it a test? A punishment? Did he want you to seek him out? You truley didnt know. But after an entire two weeks of not seeing the glorious man you couldnt hold out anymore. Foolish of not you had to know if he was serious.

Which lead you here. Completely out of your comfort zone, surrounded by more important people bustling about the halls. Decorated officers with badges and pins proving loylty and ability. You were getting odd looks as you wandered aimlessly. You knew lord Vader was here today, the few you asked had told you as much.

You werent sure if you wished to find him quickly or not. Your mind was still debating the sanity of this idea of yours. But luckily... or unluckily you caught sight of him. He was in a meeting room, the door open giving you a clear veiw of his towering form. Not that he saw you yet he couldnt he had his back to you. You faltered for a moment. Maybe this was stupid? Where you really going to risk being killed over a possible night of sex? Was he worth dying for?

You pondered these thoughts, your feet shuffleing along the floor drawing closer to the huge imposeing sith. Slowing with each step you confidence drained. Finally you found yourself tiptoeing up behinde him. And then you stopped, hovering off to the side, half hiding behind the door frame deciding that you should atleast wait ptiently for him to finish his important conversation. Plus it also gives you a few more moments of sweet life if he does just off you.

You tried to disappear into the background, still wondering if this was a good idea. But as vader spoke to one of the many generals you never bothered to learn the name of, the general peeked around his lord drawing attention to you. His eyes narrowed considerably, clearly the man thought you inferior. Vader stood straighter and peaked over his shoulder curiously. You felt the moment he noticed you, his gaze burning you andnhis head tilted in what you hoped was curiosity.

You shifted on your feet for a few seconds before snapping into a salute and held yourself straight greeting lord vader professionally. He then spun on his feet now faceing you directly. All chatter seemed to die around you as lord vader held you in his gaze. The air seemed to be sucked from your lungs, your pulse deafening you. This was it.

"Yes girl" you drew a harsh breath at the name. It had an effect on you, you thought he may have used it on purpose to a,use himself. You swallowed and stood a little taller trying to ,uster all the courage you could, or at the very least not pass out.

"You- i mean? M-my lord? You said to err come find you... when i needed... when i felt y-you know?" You stuttered feeling yourself shrink smaller and smaller as lord vader gave you his undivided attention. The others around him eyed you curiously waiting to see if youd survive such a bumbling shit show as you stumbled on your words and became little more then a babbling idiot. Breaking your stand to gnaw on the cuff of your uniform nervously.

"Get that out of your mouth soldier" He ordered waving a hand over you comanding your arm down to your side with a harsh tug from the force. You squeaked nodding quickly mutter a tiny 'yes sir' The silence that followed was palpable, thick and tense. The only sound being that of lord vaders even breaths.

"Well?" For a moment you thought he had completely forgotten about you and the orders he left you with. Nothing in his voice or stance gave any hint to him recognising you. It was at that point dread began to set in, and you really began to sweat, tugging your sleeves nervously before elaborating.

"I-i came to you... like you said, I dont want to be made an example of sir..." you coaxed, trailing off trying to jog his memory whislt praying he had actually been serious and not been poking fun at you.

It was when he nodded to you that you finally relaxed. Thank god he had remebered your not sure how you would have coped if he hadnt and told you to remind him of your last encounter infront of everyone.

"My good girl, you were so polite. Your obedience pleases me greatly" your knees quivered as relief flooded you, luckily years of stress training kept you steady. Thank the maker for small mercies!You could have cried at his praise.

"I am proud of you,not only did you realise i was serious but took it upon yourself to follow my strict orders even when you were unsure and were willing to wait patiently. My lesson has served you well." Vader continued showering you with praise as he stepped closer to you, one hand reaching out and patting your head slightly which quickly turned into a strangely demeaning yet perfect petting of your hair.

Only you and your lord would understand this exchange. Only he could know the mix of condescending petting and stern pleased words would dampen your panties and turn you into his obedient wanton slut. The others gave you the side eye, frowns and sneers muttering under their breath.

"So much so you have earned yourself a proper reward this time. Come let us see to it immediately. I will not delay when you've proven to be such an obedient girl" your lord pulled back and swooped past you to exit the way you came. You spun quickly ready to follow him eagerly to where ever he saw fit, excitment coiling in your belly. Maybe youd get to finish this time? Oh god... what if he let you cum twice? Or more... fuck you couldnt wait. You practically vibrated with excitment as you hurried to keep up with your lord.

"But my lord i must insist you stay, we have things to discuss! More important then what ever this girl;" the general began chasing down the sith lord into the hall only to cut himself short as vader halted in his movements, you tensed thinking you may have been foolish to come up here. If looks could kill youd be buggered, the generals eyes burned into you, jealous rage in them. But his hatefull gaze quickly fell as lord vader began speaking, slow and angry. His voice coder annunciating each syllable in a spine chilling malice.

"You seem to think that you can determine my schedule general? Tell me am i not your lord? Do you not think i am more aware of what is of greater importance?" The sith lord hissed, your stomach flipped, somehow the display of power made your insides quiver. And not out of fear. Lust, raging heat flushing your system causing you to whimper almost soundlessly. Vader gave a soft huff in response he had heard your needy wordless plea. In a hopes to sooth you he pivoted on his feet and raised a gloved hand and capturing the nape of your neck coaxing you closer, fingers flexing against the soft skin possesively.

"This woman has fullfilled her duty, completed orders i gave to her personally and in secret. Do you think i would shirk my duty and postpone a meetingnfor trivial matters?" Vaders voice darkened with a hint of sarcasm, he was toying with the general. Pokeing at him with a metaphorical sharp stick for nothing more then his own amusment.

"No, no my lord please forgive me, i was not thinking;"

"Im sure you werent, fear not i am used to generals and their lapses in judgement. Luck is in your favor for my girls actions have put me in a good mood." You preened at that, feeling yourself stand a little straighter at the continued praise lord vader showed you. It made your tummy flutter. Yet the hand on your neck still squeezed every few seconds reminding you of his control over you.

"Next time you try to command me you may not be so lucky. Now if youll excuse me, I have matters to attend. Youd be wise to find a suitable solution to this issue alone. Should i be distributed in the next forty eight hours there will be severe consequences" and with that he turned away slowing his stride to allow you to walk beside him. His hand still secured on your neck. But you couldnt dwell on that, the only thing going through your mind was your lord had said he wanted to be undisturbed for forty eight hours. What the kriff? How the fuck are you going to keep going for that long?

#oh for fic sake fics #darth vader x reader #darth vader imagine #darth vader x you #darth vader smut #star wars smut #star wars darth vader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin x reader

[ironclark]

ZELDA KEYBLADES!

TIMELINE SPLITTER - 

A Keyblade modeled after the Master Sword of The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time! This Keyblade increases the amount of time enemies are stopped by Stop! The hilt, top of the crossgaurd and shaft of the blade are all designed after the Master Sword as it appears in Ocarina of Time, with the detailling on the blade having the current timeline of the Legend of Zelda series. The hilt guards are designed after the Ocarina note interface. The teeth of the blade is Navi, arguably the most iconic companion in all of the Legend of Zelda. The keychain is the Sage Medallions collected in the second half of the game, and the token is the titular Ocarina of time.  The World Logo is Hyrule in the Ocarina of time style, with a split Hyrule in the background. The name is due to this game being the one to set the Legend of Zelda down the timeline split path it is on. 

THREE DAYS REMAIN-

This Keyblade is designed after the wrathful incarnation of Majora from The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask! This keyblade is designed to have your combo finishers after every third swing! The hilt guard of the blade is designed after the iconic Majora's Mask, with the top having the horns that appears in Majora's second and third form, along with the iconic moon. The shaft of the blade is designed after Majora Wrath's tentacles that he uses to attack, all curling around an Majora eye. The teeth of the blade is formed by on of these tentacles and the various spikes that protude from Majora's Mask. The Keychain is the three main transformation masks collected during the game with the token being the fourth, optional one, the Fierce Diety Mask.  The World Logo is that of Termina infront of the deadly Moon. The name comes from the fact that you will always be brought back to the beinging of a Three Day cycle to complete the quest. 

MICROSIZED-

A Keyblade designed after the Four Sword of The Legend of Zelda: The Minish Cap! This Keyblade is designed to have a chance of shrinking enemies down! The hiltguard of this keyblade is designed after the Four Sword, stylized in a way to better fit the Keyblade format. The shaft of the blade is again from the Four Sword, but stylized once more, and culnimating into the teeth of the blade which takes it's form from Elzo, the companion in this game. The keychain is formed from the Four Elements used to forge the Four Sword with the Token being that of a Kinstone.  The World Logo is Hyrule in the style of the Minish Cap logo, shrunk down and among the grass. The name comes from the game's mechanic of shrink yourself down. 

TWILIGHT'S HOWL-

A Keyblade designed after the Twilight elements of The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess! This Keyblade is designed to have increased Light and Dark attacks! The hiltguard of this keyblade is mainly designed after the top portion of Midna's Fused Shadow helmet, with the Mirror of Twilight forming the center of the hilt. The version of this Master Sword forms the hilt. The shaft of the blade takes it shape from the Master Sword, but has the symbol that apepars on Wolf Link's head near it's base. The rest of the blade is designed with the Twilight color scheme of white-orange-black, forming a Twilight Portal for the teeth and an ornamental wolf head at the top. The keychain is the Vessel of Light that Link uses to help recover an area from Twilight and the token is Ilya's Horse Call charm.  The world logo is that of Hyrule being ingulfed in twilight. The name comes from the various Twilight elements in the game as well as Link's wolf form howling. 

DIVINE BEAST-

A Keyblade designed after the ancient technology seen inside The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild! This Keyblade is designed to have increase Thunder attacks! A stylized version of the Guardian Stalker forms the incomplete hilt of this Keyblade, and a portion of the shaft, with this version of the master sword forming the handle. The rest of the shaft follows the cues from different Ancient technology weapons, culnimating into the teeth that is formed from the hard blue light of the technology. The keychain is another bit of blue light energy with the Token being that of a Korok Seed. Yahaha! You found it!  The World logo is Hyrule in the style of Breath of the Wild, over the overtaken Hyrule castle. The names comes from the giant mahcines that Link has to bring back under control. 

DRAGON'S TEAR-

A keyblade designed after the more Zonia inspired origins of The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom. This keyblade is designed to have increased power from Light attacks! The incompletely crossgaurd is formed from the style of the technology that forms the Zonia Constructs, framing the Master Sword's hilt. The shaft of the blade is that of a rebuilt Master Sword with the Light Dragon curling around it and forming the teeth of the blade. They keychain is attached to the Keyblade and the token by use of the green goo from Ultrahand, and the Token is that of the Secret Stone.  The World Logo is Hyrule in the style of Tears of the Kingdom, over the Zonia Temple of Time. The name comes from the various Tear-like items found in the game as well as the emphasis on Dragons.  

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#KingdomHearts #Keyblades #Crossovers #Zelda #OcarinaofTime #OoT #MajorasMask #MM #MinishCap #MC #TwilightPrincess #TP #BreathoftheWild #Botw #TearsoftheKingdom #Totk

[satureja13]

The Friendship between: Ji Ho and Kiyoshi

This is going to be a short post. Kiyoshi had been so busy all the time, he didn't spend much time with Ji Ho. Nonetheless Ji Ho had been Kiyoshi's fanboy #1 right from the beginning.

The first time they talked had been shortly after Jack's 18th birthday (he turns 20 in July 2024) when Kiyoshi was finally able to make a move on him and asked Ji Ho if he can take Jack to prom hahaha (he really did this! Kiyoshi is a premade and it wasn't planned that he joins them). Jack and Kiyoshi's story is -> here.

Kiyoshi became a powerful demon after diety Kojin saved his life. And Ji Ho is the most sensitive of them (he also has the deeper connection to the Bond). So Ji Ho fell the hardest for Kiyoshi's demonic charme. In the beginning Ji Ho only had eyes for Kiyoshi ^^' The 'worshiping Kiyoshi' collection is -> here.

They all fell for Kiysohi sooner or later ^^'

When they tried to drag Vlad's soul out of hell, it had been Kiyoshi who saved Ji Ho from drowning and healed him.

After Vlad returned from hell, he found himself blind under the shower (where Ji Ho and Luci (who possessed Vlad's body while his soul was in hell) had their fun ö.Ö'). To safe Ji Ho from Vlad's wrath, Kiyoshi stepped in and claimed it had been him who was under the shower with Vlad/Luci 'to care for his body'...).

On Winter Solstice, before Vlad and Ji Ho tightened their Bond at the Temple, Kiyoshi prepared them. And Vlad had been so jealous!

On Ostara Festival, Ji Ho had been Kiyoshi's game partner and got nailed in the face by him ö.Ö'

That's all I remember :3 Romance Factor: Ji Ho 4/5, Kiyoshi 0/5 ^^' (that's the only unrequited between the Boys' bromances)

Their Friendships (in chronological order):

In chronological order: 🫛 Saiwa and Jack 🫛 Vlad and Jack 🫛 Saiwa and Vlad 🫛 Kiyoshi and Jeb 🫛 Saiwa and Ji Ho 🫛 Ji Ho and Jack 🫛 Ji Ho and Jeb 🫛 Ji Ho and Kiyoshi 🫛 Vlad and Kiyoshi 🫛 Vlad and Jeb 🫛 Saiwa and Kiyoshi 🫛 Jack and Jeb

Their Relationships (not updated yet)

Ji Ho and Vlad (and Luci)

Saiwa and Jeb

Jack and Kiyoshi

Noxee and Greg

Leander and Wesley (and Vlad)

Francine Spencer (Jeb's Grandmother) and Jules Rico

From the outtakes :3

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

#The Boys Friendships #underwater love #sims 4 story #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 #sims 4 vanilla #oc #ocs #my ocs #original character

[taurussoulastrology]

Asteroid Psyche (16) thru elements, signs, and houses.

Psyche represents being psychically attuned and bonded with another person. Psyche was originally a mortal that transformed herself into a diety. She mastered her tasks by the wrathful Aphrodite! She then transformed herself so she could become the bride to Eros, the god of erotic love. Their love and union produced children named Bliss, Pleasure, and Ecstasy. Their love represents soul mate union.

Astrologically, Psyche is actually the higher octave of Venus who expressed her refinement of personal and psychic attunement to another.

Psyche in a chart may suggest a focus on inner journeys, self-discovery, and the exploration of one’s deeper emotions and motivations.

In a natal chart, a prominent Psyche will symbolize psychic sensitivity to the mind and feelings of another. She is sometimes linked to themes of transformation and personal growth. The heightened awareness from her can produce the yearning for a mystic soul-mate union. Her placement might indicate areas where the person can experience healing and growth. If this placement is stressful in a chart, it can bring the native lack of sensitivity, block your psychic awareness, or give you an inability to enter personal relationships.

Psyche thru the elements:

Air - suggests mental telepathy.

Water - this implies empathy to the native.

Fire - this suggests the ability to control and direct energy fields.

Earth - this points to achievements in physical manifestation.

When Psyche aspects a planet the contact to that planet can bring heightened awareness. Examples would be: Psyche/ Uranus precognitive ability; Psyche/ Ceres the ability to mirror skills in communication to children and planets; Psyche/ Chiron gives the ability for psychic healing.

In synastry, Psyche/Eros contacts can show potential for soul mate union.

Psyche thru signs and houses:

Psyche in Aries/1st House: Psyche may suggest that themes of self- discovery, emotional depth, and psychological exploration are prominent in the individual's identity. The person might have a strong focus on understanding and expressing their inner world.

Psyche in Taurus/2nd House: The individual may find that their values, self-worth, and relationship with material possessions are closely tied to deeper psychological and soul- level processes.

Psyche in Gemini/3rd House:

Communication, learning, and

local interactions may be

influenced by this placement. The person might engage

in mental and communicative

activities that connect with their

inner psyche and emotional

landscape.

Psyche in Cancer/4th House:

Home, family, and emotional roots could be areas of focus. The individual may experience deep emotional connections within the family and seek psychological understanding of their roots.

Psyche in Leo/5th House: Themes of creativity, self- expression, and romance may be key with this placement. The person might approach creative pursuits and romantic relationships with a desire for deeper emotional and soul connections.

Psyche in Virgo/6th House: Work, health, and daily routines may be influenced by this placement. The individual might seek psychological well- being in their daily activities and may find a connection between work and their inner world.

Psyche in Libra/7th House: Partnerships and relationships may be profoundly influenced by this placement. The person may seek soul-level connections in relationships, and the dynamics with others could be a source of psychological exploration.

Psyche in Scorpio/8th House: Intimacy, shared resources, and transformation may be key themes with this placement. The individual may have a deep interest in psychological and transformative experiences, and intimate relationships may involve profound emotional connections.

Psyche in Sagittarius/9th House: Exploration of philosophy, higher education, and travel may be influenced by this placement. The person might seek a deeper understanding of life's meaning through philosophical and spiritual exploration.

Psyche in Capricorn/10th House: Career, public image, and life path may be areas where Psyche plays a significant role with this placement. The individual may integrate psychological insights into their career path and public image.

Psyche in Aquarius/11th House: Friendships, group affiliations, and social causes may be influenced by this placement. The person might be drawn to friends and groups that align with their psychological and soul-level interests.

Psyche in Pisces/12th House: The subconscious, spirituality, and hidden aspects of the self could be areas of focus in this placement. The person may have a strong connection with their inner world and spiritual practices, seeking psychological healing in the process.

#Psyche #Asteroid16 #Astrology #astrologyobservations #AstrologyPost #AstrologyCommunity

#i love astrology #astrology community #taurussoulastrology.com #astrology #astrologyismysecondlanguage #psyche #asteroid Psyche

[howling-into-the-void]

DISCOVERY! Drider Lore

YA'LL So, I've been doing some reading up on Drow [because my main Tav in BG3 is a Drow and I love me my beautiful box of rocks. He's a great fighter but my god does he roll like shit at times.]

ANYWAYS....

Found a text from D&D 2e about Drow of the Underdark and in reading through I found a VERY INTERESTING PASSAGE on Driders. To summarize:

"Driders - Misfit Drow In the dangerous societies of Lolth-worshipping Drow, there are a few individuals who openly defy the Spider Queen, or whose actions show a possible disregard for her will, aims, and safety of her clergy and the drow community. These "suspect" drow usually perish through their own actions, or are driven into exile, where they die at the hands of some predator of the Underdark. A few, however, manage to escape the wrath of their betters. These drow are a danger to Lolth - particularly if they show signs of wanting to defy clerical authority, or change the balance of power and wreck the community (ex: by ending House rivalries). All drow wizards are considered potential hazards, and must undergo The Test to determine their loyalty both to the nobility and to the Spider Queen.

The Test [...] Testing always involves a thorough magical mind-reaming, so that no deception is possible. In rare cases, the individual must be magically transported to Abyssal layers controlled by Lolth, for her personal attention. [...] It is the intent of Lolth not to waste the energies of the "unfaithful". Drow who fail the test are transformed by the will of Lolth into driders. In Faerun, the transformation involves a magical ceremony performed by a priestess and overseen by yochlol. [...]

The Transformation [...] they are magically altered - in a process of incredible agony - into the form of a spider, retaining their own bodies from the waist up. [...] Driders retain the memories, personalities, and abilities of their previous form.

Drider Life Embittered by their fate, driders are driven out of drow communities, or penned in sealed-off or guarded areas of the Underdark to fend for themselves. Many are driven by the desire to die, preferably in battle with Drow. [...] Lolth wants their existence to be a series of torments, not to create a race of enemies to the drow. AND MOST INTERESTING OF ALL! A wish or more powerful spell is the only way to escape drider-form.

............................................

BRUH!

RIGHT!

SO, what I've gathered is, Kar'niss was most likely a male Drow who went against Lolth sworn drow society, and then was tested and tortured by a diety that he [potentially] doesn't even agree with or follow, and said diety physically manipulated his body with the end goal being for his existence to be filled with torments because he [potentially] disagreed with her.........................

LARIAN.....CAN I PLEASE HAVE THE OPTION TO HUG KAR'NISS?!?!?! Like....I just feel like the sweet spider man needs a bit of kindness....not to be sent into the shadowlands or killed for his lantern..... ___________________________________________

I WILL SAY, I continued my Google toilet dive and did discover that the 'Wish' spell does, in fact, exist in BG3! So I will be attempting to get it and use it on Kar'niss in Act 2 to see if anything happens. I will report back on my mission status if and when I succeed. Until then, can ya'll share your loving softcore Kar'niss arts and such here? I need comforts

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #larian studios #bg3 spoilers #kar'niss #drider #dnd drow #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate #drow #lolth sworn drow

[tamamita]

I don’t really know much about this Christian Pagan thing but why does it involve treating the OT God as evil?

A form of dualism is popular and tends to be an apologetic approach to Christian Biblical narratives about God's wrathful nature. The idea is that God, the Father, is the nice dad that cares about everyone and that's why he sacrificed His "son" to redeem for mankind's sins. While the God of Israel as narrated in the Tanakh or Septuagint is described as a wrathful god who often goes far to punish his servants, often in a vulgar or gruesome manner.

So some Christians and Ex-Christians conflate a Christological interpretation of God's nature as being separated into two, one being a false creator God, while the other is an all-benevolent God. It's an appealing idea, because it's an attempt at explaining Christian theodicy (Why evil exist). The idea is rooted in Macionism, a classic Christian school of thought with an obvious excuse to explain supersessionism. For God to be so wrathful did not align well with how benevolent Jesus was, so earlier churches attempted to shun the God of the Jewish people as nothing more than an evil diety, who punished and burdened the Jewish people with the Jewish laws, while the Christian God was merciful and nullfied the laws. if you are a Jewish person, you wouldn't want a bunch of non-Jewish people speak for your religion when they have no scholarly expertise on the Tanakh.

[pilesofpillows]

Stars Abound || Okoye x Attuma

A Sea of Stars ~ Part 2 of 3

Summary: Okoye is having triplets… she is not amused.

Warnings: Fluff, Implied/Referenced Smut, Appropriation of Egyptian Dieties

Tags: @mickimomo @xblackreader @mamajankyy @theeblackmedusa @karimk2 @sphinx81 @dontruinmymorning (for the food HC 💕🫶🏾)

A/N: This is the follow up of my fic Stars Within… I recommend reading that first.

Word Count: 2.3k

Okoye wasn’t speaking to him.

She glared plenty. Muttered under her breath frequently. Crossed arms and narrowed eyes met his every move. She even hissed at him when he reached out to hold her after she finished vomiting up her midday snack.

Not a single word had passed her lips. Not ones meant for him anyway. Even now, she was singing to her angry land whale.

It had been hours.

From the moment the ah-men told them his beloved carried more than one life within her, Okoye had ceased speaking to him. As they rode the transport home, she looked at him as though she was contemplating throwing him off it. Once they’d entered the house, any attempts at conversation were met with hostility.

He tried asking about dinner and was met with a fierce glare and mumbles about “shark-fin soup and sashimi”.

He tried again an hour later as she cut up mangoes for a snack, and his K’iino’ plunged the knife so deeply into the cutting board it nearly split.

When she’d run to throw up those same mangoes a half hour later, Attuma attempted to come into the bathroom with her to provide comfort and sing a soothing melody as he had that morning. Instead, Okoye closed the door in his face, turned the lock, and muttered about “fucking Talokanil breeders”.

Now, Attuma watched as the Sun dipped low in the sky, and his K’iino’ stood outside feeding M20. He ducked down through her kitchen door, exiting the house. 

“Okoye, K’iino’, do you know what you’d like for dinner?” He asked, hoping she had calmed from her earlier temper. He rubbed a hand on the back of his neck nervously. “We have leftover chicken, or we can go out? Or I can cook? Perhaps some tamales?”

Okoye hadn’t looked up from M20 the entire time. She had a basket of sliced melons and oranges to feed him while she cooed sweetly. “You hear that? Ukrebe wam omnandi ovelisayo osisiphukuphuku [My sweet, stupidly fertile shark] wants to know what we’re having for dinner, sweet boy. He wants to know what he should feed the mother of his three children.”

It was clear she had not calmed from her temper. Attuma pouted at the insult; he hadn’t intended to impregnate her with three children. Still, it happened, and now there was an abundance of stars within his Sun. They should be celebrating. 

The rhino snorted, and Okoye hummed and fed him another slice of melon. “No, you heard me correctly. Three. Three babies. All at once.”

“Okoye-“

“Three!” She repeated, talking over him. “What is your umama going to do, M20? Hm, what’s she going to do with three babies?” The rhinoceros didn’t respond but nudged her stomach gently with his massive head. “Mmhm, that’s where they’re growing. All. Three. Of. Them.”

“ K’iino’, please. Is it not a blessing to have such abundance? Chaac and Bast have looked upon our union and blessed us with a sea of stars!” 

The speed at which she spun on him should’ve been impossible. Attuma was delighted and terrified all at once. 

“Don’t you dare try and sweet talk me, Attuma of Talokan!” 

She began yelling at him in Xhosa, gesturing wildly, words coming too fast for him or Princess Shuri’s AI to translate entirely. The bits and pieces he did understand caused him to flush violet. Words about his sexual prowess, how he’d distracted her with the size of his member, and how his “stupid Talokanil sperm” had broken her birth control made him feel a sense of pride that he fought to keep off his face, lest he further provoke her wrath. 

“You are lucky that I don’t feed you to Tobeka,” she finished her rant with a huff. Attuma purpled further at the mention of the hippopotamus that tried to eat him each time he entered the river. Surely, his beloved wouldn’t-

Okoye kissed her teeth and glared at him. “ Unethamsanqa andikwazi kulala ngaphandle kwakho ngoku. [You are lucky I can’t sleep without you now.].”

Attuma took a few cautious steps toward her and opened his arms. She rolled her eyes but stepped into his embrace anyway, and his heart soared. “Sleep eludes me when I’m without you, too, in yakunaj.”

His beloved hummed, nuzzling into his chest. Attuma rubbed her back and bent to place a kiss on her head.

“You wouldn’t really feed me to the hippo, would you?” he murmured into her braided hair. 

“Mm, no,” she said, leaning back to look into his eyes. She pouted her lips up for a kiss which he was more than happy to grant. Their lips parted, and Okoye smiled. “But I did consider commanding M20 to impale you.”

Attuma’s eyes widened, and the color drained from his face as the massive rhinoceros snorted and stomped on the ground. 

“ Ko'olelo'!”

His beloved laughed and danced out of his reach, grabbing the now-empty basket of fruit and making her way back into the house. He followed after her, ducking back into the house and snatching her about the waist as she cackled. 

“Ah! Attuma, put me down!” she shrieked between laughs as he spun them deftly around the kitchen and into the living room.

Attuma carried his laughing love over to the sofa where he’d first heard his children and collapsed onto it, settling Okoye on his lap. She reclined in his arms, her laughter fading as he kissed her neck.

“You will be a wonderful mother, in K’iino’. To all of our children, however many that may be,” Attuma said softly, rubbing a large hand over her still-flat stomach. 

“All of them, eh? Just how many do you think we’ll be having, sithandwa?” Okoye asked, craning her neck to look at him. 

“How many do you wish for?” he answered with his own question. 

His beloved snorted. “I think I got more than I wished for this time.”

Attuma chuckled and grabbed her hand, folding his right fist on top of hers. “My mother told me this is how she and my father decided how many children they would have.” He raised their joined hands. “You will lift one finger for every child you wish to have, and so will I. The last number we agree on will be the last we plan for.”

Okoye hummed and pressed a kiss to his jaw, then looked at their hands. “Well, we’re already having three,” she said, raising their first, second, and third fingers. She sighed, “I think… if Bast says the same, I’d like one more,” and their fourth fingers were raised. Attuma stared down at her in admiration. 

He didn’t think they would get past three.

“Any thoughts on how many pups you’d like to have, Indoda Kakrebe [Shark Man]?”

Attuma huffed and jostled her a bit, making his beloved giggle. “If you, and the gods, are amenable… I’d like one more ‘pup’,” he said, uncurling his thumb.

“Mm. Five, eh?” 

Attuma watched as she seemed to curl her thumb further inward and scolded himself for the fleeting feeling of disappointment that filled him. 

“You should know that I’m not getting up to help you after the fourth,” Okoye muttered, unfurling her thumb.

Attuma smiled wide and slotted their fingers together. He hugged her tighter, kissing the top of her head. 

“In yaakunaj ta wo'olal mina'an u ts'o'okol. [My love for you has no end.].” Attuma whispered into her hair.

A loud bark of laughter left her, and she pinched the arm resting across her waist. “It better not! I’m carrying three of your children! I’m going to be as large as Tabai by the end of this.” 

He chuckled at the mention of his beloved orca and brought their entwined hands back to her belly. “I cannot wait to see how you ripen and swell. Your beauty will only be magnified.”

“The only thing you’re excited to see swell are my breasts,” she teased.

Attuma purpled but could not deny it. It was true. Even now, her chest was a tempting sight in the low-cut tank top she wore. He wondered how they would look as she bounced-

A flick to his nose brought his attention back to the present, and he could see the bemused smirk on Okoye’s face.

“You were leering, wena krebe ungenantloni [you shameless shark],” she said by way of explanation. 

He disentangled his fingers from hers and trailed a hand up her torso, palming her left breast lightly. “And why should I feel shame for staring at what is mine?” Attuma asked while nibbling on her ear. 

“Yours, hm?” Okoye’s voice had taken on that breathless hitch, cluing him in to her arousal. 

He squeezed. Just enough to draw a moan from her. “Always.”

Okoye wiggled against him, arching up into his hold. “We- ah!” she gasped as his hand made its way into her underwear, his fingers parting her folds.

He spread his legs, forcing hers apart, splaying her on his lap. Dipping his longest finger into her core, he drew out the wetness pooled there and dragged it up to circle her ak’. His beloved gasped, and her hips bucked into his hand.

“Attuma, we don’t have time.” Okoye let out a breathy moan as her hand gripped his wrist, trying to halt his movements.

He smirked and quickened his pace, pressing down harder on the sensitive bud. “Do you have somewhere else to be, K’iino’?” he mocked, sucking a mark onto her neck. 

“Dinner-” she panted, trying to insist as her head fell back on his shoulder.

“-can wait. I’ll be quick,” Attuma promised, pushing his fingers inside her.

~~~

“You could’ve told me dinner was with your mother,” Attuma whispered, unable to meet Kioni’s disapproving gaze. 

They were standing in the older woman’s subterranean kitchen, her dark eyes burning daggers into the side of Attuma’s head. 

“I tried!” Okoye hissed back.

“I can hear the both of you,” Kioni whispered loudly, interrupting their bickering. “And while I’m happy that my daughter is in a healthy, loving relationship, I do not need the details of it aired out in my kitchen.”

Okoye ducked her head down, and Attuma purpled. “Yes, Umama.”

“Set the table, please,” she said, nodding towards the dining room, “I’ll be out with the stew in a minute.”

They settled around the table to eat, with easy conversation flowing between them. Attuma was sure that Okoye would fight the entirety of Talokan herself if anyone tried to get between her and her mother’s stew. He also enjoyed the surface woman’s food. More than his own mother’s, though he would never admit it aloud. It helped that Kioni always packed a week's worth of food for them to take home after dinner. 

Okoye finished her second bowl of stew and reached for the ladle again. Kioni’s eyebrows nearly shot to her hairline. 

“Oh! Did you forget to eat today, intombi?” 

“No, Mama. Just hungrier than usual,” Okoye replied, attempting to sound casual. Attuma knew differently.

They hadn’t told Kioni about her grandchild (children, his mind corrected) yet, and Okoye was nervous. The older woman narrowed her eyes as his beloved devoured her third bowl of stew with the same fervor as the first two. She hummed but said nothing.

“So,” Kioni said, sitting back once they’d all finished eating, “are you two planning to get married before the baby arrives?”

Attuma froze momentarily but startled back into action as Okoye began choking on the sip of water she’d taken. He moved quickly, crouching by her chair, patting her back as she coughed violently.

“‘M fine, I’m fine,” she choked out as the coughs subsided. She wiped the tears from her watery eyes and waved him away. Attuma didn’t move from his position. Okoye took another slow sip of water, and he waited until she swallowed before answering Kioni’s question.

“We will be married when in K’iino’ is ready to have a husband again. No sooner. Our marriage bonds, or lack of them, will not change the fact that they will be our children.”

This time, it was Okoye’s mother who choked. “Children?!” 

Okoye’s head had snapped to him when he’d spoken, and her eyes were locked on his face. He didn’t know if she registered her mother’s shock in the background. Attuma looked up at her and smiled gently. 

“Tia'alo' yéetel le mía. [Yours and mine.],” he whispered, repeating the same assurance he had told her when he’d first heard his paalalo'ob. 

“Eyakho neyam,” she repeated, running her fingers through his hair and kissing him sweetly. 

Kioni cleared her throat, and they returned their attention to her. “Children?” She repeated. “Has the Blessing of Taweret rested upon our family again?”

Attuma’s eyes darted to his beloved quizzically, but she looked just as confused. 

“The Blessing of Taweret?” Okoye asked.

“You said you are having two children, yes? That is the Blessing of the Fertile Mother. It has run in our family for generations. Surely, you remember that your malume olusiz [wretched uncle] and I shared a womb?”

Okoye said nothing, looking stunned. “I- I cannot say I’ve ever thought about it, umama. You said this runs in our family?”

Kioni nodded with a proud smile. “For thirteen generations, aside from myself and a few others. At least one set of twins. Your umakhulu was so very sad that your baba and I were not blessed. But I was grateful. Your father and I were War Dogs, and neither of us wanted to raise children outside of Wakanda. Having you was blessing enough for us.”

Attuma hummed and glanced at Okoye, watching her take the information in. It seemed he wasn’t wholly responsible for this predicament after all.

“We have been blessed by Taweret and Ix’Chel,” he said proudly. “Okoye is having three children.”

Kioni’s eyes widened while Okoye’s narrowed. “I can still feed you to Tobeka.”

A Sea of Stars:

Part I - Stars Within

Part III - Stars Aglow

#attoye #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma fanfiction #okoye x attuma #okoye is beyond done #attuma is a melodramatic drama Queen #kioni knows whats up #pilesofpillows #a sea of stars

[coldvoidbasement]

Love, God and rage.

I talk like a God to my father, making him beg in front of me and for his daughter back. He kneels and I open my arms for him like a dead goat. I remind him about how he had scathed my body when he cleansed the way for me into his sins, and how profoundly he addressed me as his daughter to all of his Gods. I remind him about how it was his blood that defined my golden hour. I want to be kind and gentle, but I am never out of my mere idea of Godhood and the catastrophe of being a daughter of a father so not ravaged with a son. He tells me he lives in the spaces between my skin and I tell him he does not. He does not. He tells me he knows what lies underneath my fingernails and I tell him he does not. He does not. I am not to be saved, or loved, I want the soil to veil me this time. I want the air to devoid me this once and I want all this love I have to burn my body whole. Like how a diety is slaughtered under rage, I want to be a women and not just someone's daughter. Like how a sinner begs for forgiveness, I want to be a man and not just a starving wolf. I want to be a child, so as to get my mother's solace and I want to be a God, so as to be believed. It is a tragedy that all is never enough. I submit myself completely to this mediocrity of my existence that it devours me, unhinges me. I am cruel and I am insufficient and my body is full of rage and liabilities that I cannot live with. My father tells me about his cigarettes and I worship them, I worship them like a revolutionary act. My father tells me about his titles and I choose to bleed, I bleed like a soldier and all because as long as there's some love left inside, grief and wrath will always grow along in me.

- ad

#poetic #poets corner #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetscommunity #spilled ink #writers and poets #poetry #prose #prose poetry #daddy issues #dark academia

[jacqcrisis]

Backstory for Ronan: He started out as a mercenary/soldier for hire. It's a rather normal career for a dragonborn; being raised in a culture of constantly bettering oneself in the name of self discipline, self improvement, and honor encourages many a dragonborn leaving the clan for a few years to gain martial experience in a more hands on manner. Ronan was no exception, setting out at a young age to hone his capabilities.

And Ronan was good at it. He was ruthless, dominating, reveling in the violence inherit in his chosen career which only fueled his arrogance and competitive nature. It garnered him a precarious reputation; he was reliable and single minded in his determination to complete any job, but he was difficult to work with, expecting perfection from his company and any failure to live up to it would bring about his wrath. Still, his success rate and his talent were seen as worth the cruel unforgiving man they were attached to.

At some point, after being injured, he met and fell in with a cleric of Bahamut, a half-elf whom he very much and very openly adored, choosing to set down roots in the city the cleric's temple was located in. The cleric did good for him, soothing the hard edges and encouraging a more thoughtful approach that was still in line with his dragonborn culture, one he'd mostly dismissed when he first set out. It was a deep love he felt and Ronan was genuinely trying for the sake of it.

But love can't fix everything. He was still prone to violence. Still prone to competition. Still an arrogant asshole and one step too far ended in a needless skirmish that his company barely came out on top of at the sacrifice of a few lives including his beloved.

Ronan was devastated, as one could imagine. That first storm of anger had nowhere to go but at himself as everyone else responsible was dead. He'd lost everything; his honor broken, and all he was left with was himself, and that wasn't worth much. The inital rage morphed into grief, self doubt, and in that miasma, he decided to take up the mantle of cleric, enfolding himself into worship of a diety he cared not for before in the name of his fallen love and in the hopes of crafting a better version of the man he was.

Ronan found solace in a religious self-isolation, doing as needed for his training for the town around his temple, but keeping mostly to himself. Years passed, he aged and matured, that hot-headed, angry nature cooling, extracted and replaced with something more patient and thoughtful as he became an intermediary to Bahamut. There was peace in healing, in helping people as his god demanded, but that part of him buried deep under the peace that reveled in combat found itself hungering, rarely satiated by the rare call to banish anything undead that found itself above the ground once more.

But that isolated peace could not last, kidnapped onto a mind flayer ship and now facing a new realization as he finds himself in the company of people other than priests and surrounded by problems more perilous than farming accidents and the rogue undead. He'd never realized how lonely, how bored he'd been stuck in that temple and Bahamut has been quiet since having the tadpole put into his head. He has to wonder as it becomes apparent the old Ronan was not as buried as he thought:

How much if himself can he let back into the light?

#jacq writes #finally wrote it out #his voice is also several octaves deeper than whats in game #he was a merc from 18 to 25ish #and a cleric from 25 to now at about 36 #i had to restart my game to a point 8 hours ago #because i locked myself accidentally put of the astarion feeding on you mechanic #by selecting a dialogue option not even related to it #so thats fun #my boy here has been in religious self isolation and now hes single and ready to mingle #and beat ass

[calcified-panglin]

So from what I have gathered from my Risk of Rain 2 ventures...

Mithrix is for people who want a good, clean fight with hammers (or stronk builds who want to stomp a poor defenseless rat with hammers).

Obliteration is the button that says "eh, I'm done, send me to sweet oblivion chief."

Twisted Scavengers.

Voidling exists for bored gods who have no other outlet for their divine wrath but to strike a fellow diety with great vengance and furious anger.

And lest we forget; death is the games' way of telling you it's had enough of your GPU-shredding bullshit and kills you with a billion hammers.

#helgi's bone stash #risk of rain 2

[macaw-squawks]

Lovely! Theeen, could I please have names and pronouns for a wrathful ocean deity? Masc / neu preferably but femme is fine! tysm in advance! - Divinekin Asker aka 🌊🪽 Anon (if emoji anons are accepted ofc!)

Names and pronouns for a wrathful ocean deity, with a pref for masc/neu names

Requested by 🌊🪽anon

Hope this works! Wasn't too sure with the names, but I still tried :D

Names:

Marina

Caspian

Bay

Atlas

Atlanta/Atlantic

Delmar

Dylan

Kai

Misu

Muirfinn

Ocean

Pacific

Rio

Varun

Zuma

Pronouns:

Diety/deityself

divine/divineself

Light/Lightself

Ethereal/Etherealself

Drip/dripself

Deep/deepself

Coral/coralself

Eel/eelself

💧/💧self

Wave/waveself

Marine/marineself

Shell/shellself

Brine/brineself

💦/💦self

Kelp/kelpself

Bay/bayself

🌊/🌊self

Pearl/Pearlself

Sea/seaself

Wrath/wrathself

#neopronouns #pronoun request #name request #deitykin #ocean #🌊🪽anon

[bklynmusicnerd]

So when "Operation Demeter" was first announced, my mind went immediately to weather machine for obvious reasons. Demeter, goddess of the harvest and controller of weather, automatically equals weather machine throwback. But what's interesting to me now that the Demeter reference was brought up recently, is the way Demeter's wrath/anguish over Persephone and Hades is paralleling Portia's wrath/anguish over Trina and Spencer.

To give a quick rundown of the Demeter and Persephone myth. Demeter and her daughter Persephone are incredibly close. Hades falls in love with Persephone and takes her to the Underworld with him to become a queen.

Demeter, devastated that her daughter has gone missing, searches for her everywhere and the harvest starts to die because she's grieving so much. By the time Demeter finds Persephone, she's established as Queen of the Underworld and eaten Hades' food (pomegranate) so she can never fully return to her mother the way she once was.

Anyways, this reminds me a lot of the current dynamic at play with Portia and Trina in this story. Trina is a Persephone figure in this story, except with a twist. Unlike Persephone, where most tellings of the myth conclude that she was abducted by Hades, Trina goes on the Haunted Star willingly. She's a stowaway, and she makes that clear to her mother when she contacts her.

There is no ambiguity about Trina's agency in this story. And Spencer doesn't really fit the mold of Hades as he has no power over anything that's happening right now. However, the general Persephone themes of loss of innocence, union disapproved of by mother, and unexpectedly maturing into one's power all apply to Trina right now.

Also, Persephone is a spring goddess that attracts the love of the God of Death (opposites attract) and as a result, becomes a dual diety as she oversees both life and death. Trina, the optimistic and "pure" heroine catches the heart of Spencer, the dark prince, and finds herself drawn to darkness and chaos as a result. Her optimistic nature ends up being a source of strength for her as she confronts the darkness (Victor) that surrounds Spencer, as it lends itself to her fearless nature.

And as far as Portia is concerned, regardless of the reality of the situation, her reaction is very Demeter-like as she positions Spencer in the role of Hades, the defiler of her unwitting daughter. Her cries, impractical to many of us, that Spencer is solely to blame and that she will vow to get her daughter away from him, are similar to Demeter's demands that her daughter be returned to her from the Underworld.

No one can calm Demeter down, even when they tell her Persephone is thriving in the Underworld. Just like no one can calm Portia down from the idea that Spencer has completely corrupted her daughter. Oh and much like we laugh at Portia's threats to keep them apart, no one takes Demeter seriously about bringing Persephone back to her, until she threatens eternal winter and the death of all harvest. Not saying Portia is capable of that but you know, never underestimate a mother's wrath lol.

I don't know how far these parallels will carry themselves as the story continues because it's still early days. But Persephone famously never fully returns to her mother because she eats the pomegranate of Hades, which solidifies their union. This could easily be a metaphor for sex/loss of virginity. Another parallel to Trina, who, with life and death on her mind, was ready to have sex with Spencer on the Haunted Star. She didn't succeed but that loss of innocence theme is still at the forefront.

Persephone's story is one of transformation, and I wouldn't be surprised if Trina's trajectory through this adventure follows that theme as well. If that's the case, then like Demeter, Portia will suffer the fate of getting her daughter back to some degree, but things never quite being the same.

#general hospital #trina robinson #portia robinson #spencer cassadine #sorry it's a long one lol #but tbf i haven't gotten this nerdy over trina since i did that jane austen breakdown! #also they're taking a ship to an underground bunker #just like the rivers you have to travel to get to the underworld in greek myth #so really i had no choice but to write this