#a practical guide to sorcery

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I saw someone asking for book recommendations and immediately blacked out and woke up to a long written reply. Thought to post it separately as well.

So book recommendations! I've tried to get friends to read them but apparently they "Can't Read" so it hasn't worked out the best.

I am no professional reviewer and I offer no refunds. Just like stories and want to yell about them and spread them around because I love them all.

All fantasy, very different settings, all fun.

Cradle, by Will Wight

It's complete and fantastic. Progression fantasy esque, 8 books + some short stories and I wish there was more.

(Extra recommendation is anything else by Will Wight, I've read all of Traveler's gate and 1/3 of Elder Empire but I've heard nothing but good things about them. All of them are actually in the same multiverse, and the verse is talked about/explored in Cradle, fun!)

Virtuous Sons, by Y.B Striker

Not complete, has 3 books. Greco-Roman Xianxia with 2 amazing main characters, with very "Hype" writing for lack of a better word.

A practical guide to sorcery, by Azalea Ellis

Not complete. Very good "scientific" magic system, and focuses out the MC learning said system.

Mother of Learning, by Domagoj Kurmaic(Nobody103)

Complete, a Time loop story with traditional-ish magic. Fun progression, MC is a bit of a cretin at the start but gets way better

Ave Xia Rem Y, by Mat Haz

Not complete and ranks highly on the "Bad name but good story" scale. Also Xianxia, Chinese fantasy. I've been somewhat obsessed with the genre lmao.

[hiiisorryimlate]

How does Azalea Ellis manage to make every book better than the last?? I absolutely devoured a foreboding of woe. I can't wait to see how things develop for Siobhan

[ancientrosetta]

dual nature. (chars from a practical guide to sorcery by azalea ellis)

was recommended this webnovel by a comment on my instagram! if you love hard magic systems give it a read.

[specialgradefckr]

tw: explicit content. satoru/reader. dark dark DARK, bad end au, sorcerer breeding programs, consent is not a thing for sorcerers, all sorts of bad shit.

ultra dark dystopian au where the public knows what cursed spirits are and jujutsu society isn't controlled by the higher ups.

it's controlled by the government.

sorcerers are national assets. tools, property, born and raised to be weapons against cursed spirits.

they're taken from their mothers at birth. indoctrinated and trained in facilities until they're old enough to be sent out to kill curses. they start somewhere around 13. most of them don't reach adulthood.

with attrition rates so high, where are they getting all this fodder?

special grades like satoru gojo don't spend most of their time out in the field.

as soon as he was of age he's sent to a suitable mate. breeding stock like him should create more sorcerers.

for what? to be killed?

the questions come to his mind every now and then, but he knows they're useless. he doesn't think much about why things are the way they are.

he's a weapon. he's been a weapon his entire life. this is what he's good at. what he's meant for.

however he feels about his life, satoru gojo was born and bred for sorcery, in every universe. he loves it. what do the details matter?

things aren't so different for satoru in this au. he wakes up, kills curses, creates new sorcerers, gets maybe 3 hours of sleep and does it again.

he doesn't get to pick who or when he's bred with. he's a stud. his partners are broodmares. sorcerers who managed to survive the meat grinder of exorcism.

when satoru gojo meets you, he doesn't know you. doesn't even know your name.

he doesn't need that to get you pregnant. he's sent to a room, locked in there with you, crystal-clear instructions on what you're meant to do.

it isn't his first time doing this. it's not your first time either, he's sure.

it's not romantic. it's not even sexy. it's quiet, practical, and methodical -

but oh. oh, does it feel good.

he doesn't know if it's just your body, or if this is something you actively do but it feels like you're clenching around him, like your cunt is embracing him and refusing to let go.

you're touchy, too. touching his face, his hair, his body. satoru is used to roving eyes (he's instructed never to say no; after all, what if a woman who fucked him bore a sorcerer child?) and hands.

but your hands aren't greedy. they're tender. gentle caresses like the sigh you make when he buries himself to the hilt inside you.

he nearly jerks at the feeling of your lips on his neck. kisses littered up to the underside of his jaw, featherlight fleeting. ghostly, even.

when he's rutting into you, quick, efficient motions to get him closer to the edge, you meet his ice-blue gaze and press your lips to his -

it's the first time he's been kissed on the lips.

he remembers your eyes watering the first time he penetrated you. next time, he makes a point to whet his fingertips, rub over your clit, kiss your breasts, your neck, until you're dripping over him.

he doesn't know why. it's unnecessary effort. all he has to do is release inside you.

but he supposes if you're both stuck here for a while, it might as well be... nice.

and it is nice. this time he feels one of your hands grasp his, a strange feeling churning in his gut as you guide his hand to your clit.

with just a few careful swipes, timed to the rhythm of your hips bucking into him, the sonnet of your little gasps and moans, he watches you start to shiver and quake.

you clench around him and something inside him lights up, tugging, bright and hot and bursting along with his climax.

it's never been like this before, never been this good. you squeeze around him like you're milking him, panting with your mouth slack and opened wide, eyes glossy and dilated.

irrationally, he leans in to cover your mouth with his, lap at your tongue, steal away your desperate breaths and feel you moan and squirm beneath him.

when he moves to pull out, your arms dart around him, holding him close. like you don't want him to leave.

and even though it's never been like this, even though he's never tried this hard or liked it this much, satoru still thinks this is the strangest part.

laying there, bodies entwined, chests rising and falling as you fall asleep against one another.

it's warm. it's hot and sweaty and full of the stench of sex and bodily fluids, and it should be disgusting, but it's not.

maybe he's just too tired to care. when his six eyes finally close, the darkness that embraces him is warm, enticing, and absolute.

he can only just make out your heartbeat within it.

there's a few days of that, until your fertile period is over and you part, without words.

in fact he can't recall if he even spoke to you. you might not even know his name, though he's rather infamous, and with his hair and eyes he's hard to mistake.

satoru thinks about you sometimes. in the dead quiet of the night when his brain refuses to stop churning. in the midst of battle.

in the beds of the others he's meant to breed, cooling bodies laying against him as he brings himself to climax inside them and then pulls away.

it doesn't even feel that good anymore. not now that he'd had it with you.

sometimes he wishes he'd never had you. most times, he wants you there with him.

none of it matters. he knows that. he kills curses, he mates with fellow sorcerers. they're walking wombs, and he's a sperm donor. an impersonal exchange.

the worst is when he's summoned to fight a curse that seems just a little too low grade for him.

usually because the sorcerers originally dispatched failed.

in jujutsu sorcery, failure is death.

but high-level sorcerers like him aren't usually dispatched against lower level curses. it's almost invariably weaker sorcerers - younger ones.

it takes him an instant to exorcise it. seconds, really.

how many people died trying to do what was second nature to him?

how many of them were children?

it's his fault, in the end. for not being able to be everywhere at once. having to breed more to replace the sorcerers that wouldn't have been lost if he didn't have to spend so much time breeding.

the system churns through sorcerers like a meat grinder. anyone who comes out alive is squeezed for raw material, to make more of them.

an unending marathon. all that's waiting for them on the other side is death, death or being reduced to breeding stock.

he wonders what happens to female sorcerers who can't be bred anymore. are they just worked until they die?

do they ever get to see their children?

it's been years. if he'd gotten you pregnant then his children might be old enough to be sent out by now. if he has any children.

at the rate they've been having him fuck, he must have at least a few.

where are they? where are you? useless questions.

there's only been one fellow sorcerer he was able to keep track of throughout the years, and he...

well. he won't be seeing him again.

but he does see you again. years later.

do you remember him? he remembers you. how many others have you been bred with? was there a dark, long-haired sorcerer among them?

someone with sharp violet eyes and a warm smile and large hands? did you have any children by him?

is there anything left of his friend in this world?

the questions bubble in his chest, staining the back of his throat like bile.

if he asked, he's sure you would answer. you smile when you see him.

but instead he buries himself inside you, in your arms, your tight embrace. this is the only time he gets to feel good.

is this the only time you get to feel good, too? during this week of your fertile window, when they send you in to anonymous sorcerers to get fucked pregnant?

breeding stock, he remembers. what will be done with you when you can no longer bear children? what do you have to look forward to?

satoru wants to ask. did you have any children by him? did any of them survive?

but instead he buries himself in you to the hilt. until you keen and stretch underneath him.

even if he did ask, you wouldn't know.

you hold him too tightly for a brood mare, for an encounter that will only last as long as your fertile window.

do you yearn for these moments, too? do you miss him, do you want to see him again?

did you bear his children? did you want to show them to him when they were born? did you want him there?

did you - you're looking up at him hopefully, arms that hold him close, it's time to leave now and your eyes are wet and empty and your shoulders drop as you lay back on the bed limply -

geto was right.

[cursecuelebre]

Top Recommendations for Norse Pagans that aren’t Problematic.

There is a lot of books by people who are racist and part of far right side of Heathenry and I’m going to try my best and list the books I have that helped me on my path that isn’t problematic and have questionable intentions. Books and YouTube channels.

Anglo Saxon Socerery and Magic by Alaric Albertson. He is very knowledgeable in his work and path especially on runes which includes the rune poem to make your own interpretation and witchcraft side of things. He even talks about the Elves which I appreciate because not a lot of Norse authors talk about them. It’s more Germanic than Norse but I can’t see any problem adopting certain aspects since they are very similar. I will say he does take himself a bit serious at times but his information is so good and worthwhile. I have not read his first book on Travels through middle earth but it focus on more the pagan side.

Poetic Edda and Prose Edda: it’s what every Norse pagan needs. It’s the foundation of Norse paganism not bibles but myths and tales that can help along our journey. There is tons of translations, but my favorites are Dr. Jackson Crawford Poetic Edda and Anthony Fawkes Prose Edda. But look into other sagas as well like Volsung which Dr Jackson Crawford also wrote about.

Beowulf. More of a Germanic tale but again includes it has roots of Germanic sorcery, traditions, religion like the concept of Wyrd (Fate), the runes, and values within his society like loyalty and mythical creatures. Again there is many translations even Jrr Tolkien did a incompleted version of Beowulf but I think Tom Shippey finished that version I could be wrong. Nonetheless explore more than one, the oneI have is by Seamus Heaney.

Grimm Fairy Tales this mostly German Folklore but it’s still quite important to learn about in German folk magic, creatures and entities in German folklore tends to be very real to the practitioner in their spellwork.

The Way of Fire and Ice by Ryan Smith a very progressive outlook in Norse paganism, he talks about creating communities in Norse paganism and calling out and denouncing Nazis in the community how Norse Paganism is inclusive and how to be open to all types of people. But he has a beginner approach to the deities, beliefs, values within Norse paganism.

Look into a lot of academic sources that’s where you will find a lot of information on Norse paganism and religions.

Tacitus Germania - A Roman historian talking about the Germanic tribes their culture and customs.

Saxo Grammaticus history of the Danes

The Viking Way by Neil Price it goes good in depths about magic in Scandinavia like Seidh

Dictionary of Norse Mythology a quick guide to northern myths, if you are trying to find a specific god and you don’t have time to look up in a book it’s in there with great information to each one.

Children of Ask and Elm: History of Vikings by Neil Price on Scandinavian culture during the Viking age

Some YouTube Channels

The Norse Witch: Bente lives in Germany and their channel encompasses all of Norse paganism more around magic. They do interviews with other Norse witches of folk magic like Icelandic and Danish. Even gives good book recommendations and advice on general spellwork as well!.

Dr Jackson Crawford he is an author but he also has a YouTube channel. He was a professor in Colorado on Norse culture, mythology, and language and now is a full time YouTuber. He did a series of videos on the runes which are more historically accurate. Discusses the myths and the language and what do they mean. Jackson Crawford isn’t a Norse pagan nor he doesn’t care if you are one but just letting you know he isn’t coming from a pagan perspective.

The Welsh Viking also like Jackson Crawford but still has really great knowledge on Viking culture.

De Spökenkyker who is a channel that focus on German Folk magic living in Germany who is a practicing German Folk Witch.

Please feel free to add on any recommendations that are helpful and useful to the Norse pagan Community!

Update:

Just adding new sources from the comments that I really enjoy I have been notfied that some YouTubers aren’t that great after all. You may find other people’s reblogs with their names but I have edited them out. But here’s some more reminder these are good perspectives and ideas as well in the community that aren’t problematic it’s okay to listen to these folks and gain some perspective or historical insights of course let me know if I’m mistaken or they are problematic that I didn’t know about.

- Welsh Viking (YouTube) and his more historical like Jackson Crawford in that sense

- Mathias Nordvig (Author) - Notably Astaru for Beginners

- Arith Harger (YouTube)

- Call of The Runes by Walter McGrory (his teaching of the runes is really great and includes the rune poems)

- Elves, Witches, and Gods by Cat Heath - If your interested in magic especially Seidr Cat does a great job of explaining her practice again HER practice it’s following someone’s example but you can adapt into your own practice of course.

- A Practical Guide to Asatru by Patricia M Lafayllve - She has interesting points and a good read.

These some of these authors utilise their knowledge based on history and their own practice and I think it’s okay to read or listen to them.

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Being that helpful spirits may be absent, here are three ways to facilitate their presence

Have got a few people in the tags saying they vibe with this other post about my animistic views, so here's a tie-in with Witchcraft:

You know how in that other post I say that the spirit of Lavender isn't already present in the physical lavender, and that's why I have to call him? Well three things!

One, what you are doing when you lay a compass opening metaphysical roads and gateways that make it easier and less burdensome for spirits to travel to you!

Imagine you live in a hut in the middle of the woods with no roads leading to it. You could call a spirit to visit you and they could, but it would be a laborious journey for them because they have to hike across the rugged terrain.

But as a witch, you have the power to weave gossamer fairy roads that float upon the air like spider silk, scintillating in the moonlight, floating high above the clawing trees, dense underbrush, and slippery rocks.

Spirits can walk back and forth across these magical roads, making it easier for them to arrive much more fully to you by exerting the same amount of effort. Also, it's nicer for them!

The point of opening roads is to facilitate the movement of the spirits, so that they are not wasting energy just traveling, but may have more left over to help you with, or appear to you.

Two, one way to get Lavender fully present inside of the physical lavender is to carefully harvest the lavender under auspicious times, and using charms and techniques meant to preserve the spiritual power of the plant.

This is wild foraging magic - and it's a very powerful way of gathering and storing power so that it lives with you in the hut, and you don't have to call for the attention of faraway entities.

One way to think about going out and gathering magic in this manner is mushrooming. You know how those mushroom people are like, "wait until the weather gets warm and it rains, then a few days later look under fallen hardwood logs"?

It's the same thing when witches say "wait until midnight on a Saturday and go to the churchyard fence and sing this charm while you harvest a flower stalk."

It's the same in the sense that it's not arbitrary steps you have to do to prove you're more traditional. It's a map to instruct you how to find power that is only present sometimes!

The nature of magic is such that the datura growing on the graveyard fence may always be physically there, but its spiritual power may wax and wane. If you harvest the datura while it's spiritually hibernating (or if you harvest it in such a way that the spirit retracts itself and leaves your harvest inert), you are not necessarily harvesting something of power just because it's not commercially grown.

Three, if I have a really wonderful relationship with Lavender or I really like this spirit and would love to have it be a big part of my practice, I can go through the steps to request that Lavender enter my home and my life as a familiar spirit, a tutelary spirit, or a helper spirit.

You know how we live in a hut in the woods with no roads leading to it? Well I can build Lavender a room in my house so he can always just stay there with me - that room is a spirit house, spirit vessel, or shrine that you build which is dedicated to Lavender and is sort of like a permanent, hardwired road for Lavender to travel down.

In this way, every single time I want to call on Lavender, I do not necessarily have to lay a compass and open a road to call to him. That is because he has permanent access to my house, until such a time as I sever the relationship or remove the shrine.

With a big step like this undertaken, Lavender may then be available to help me in many more ways than just simple acts of sorcery - maybe by teaching me things, protecting and guiding me while I engage in spirit flight, becoming a guardian of my home, and so forth, while in return receiving the support, attention, appreciation, and care deserved by such helpful and venerable spirits.

[athynathens]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ lust for you.

“Poor baby can’t even take the pleasure anymore. Am I fucking you too stupid, doll?”

PAIRING. Bakugo Katsuki x You/Reader

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. This takes place in the Boku no Hero Academia Universe, but Class 1-A are not pro heroes, rather they are just ordinary people only. This implies that there are no quirks involved.

SYNOPSIS. You were asked to accompany your friend to a fan signing event to her favorite band. No matter how much you resist, you have no choice but to abide to your friend’s persuasion. There, you met a certain blond, known for his rough personality. Something attracted you to him — and him to you. The tension, the glances, the touches, the sparks…and the goddamn sex is fucking something.

WARNING. long oneshot, minors dni, porn with plot, 18+ scenes, mature scenes ahead such as soft to rough sex, 69, face-sitting, cunninglis, degradation, dirty talking, and chocking

AUTHOR’S NOTES. holy shit guys. I wasn’t really expecting my previous bakugo katsuki one shot to be such a hit. Im really grateful for the votes!! Here’s another smut oneshot for yall! I have other things in store such as a kiribaku x reader oneshot and daryl oneshot, but I figured that many wouldn’t like it since i am not that popular yet so imma do another bakugo oneshot!! hope yall enjoy this since i had a hard time thinking of an interesting plot. also btw, “your friend” won’t be given a name in this oneshot so that you may name her however you want.

When your friend is randomly nice to you, buying your favorite food and drink, offering to watch your favorite show — don’t you think this is where it gets suspicious? If there is one thing you’ve learned with your beloved friend is that there is always a reason for everything. However, there is a pattern to her manipulation.

The more things she got for you, the greater the reason behind her actions and vice versa.

You already have speculations with what your friend might want. It’s either she wants to watch the movie where her favorite actor stared in; it’s probably a trip to a mall; it’s possible she would want someone to do her homework. And heck, it isn’t even her birthday today.

It turns out…she wanted you to go with her to a fansigning event of the GZB aka the Ground Zero Boys.

You had no idea how the hell she managed to convinced you, but seeing how desperate your friend is, you began to see how much she adores the group. You’ve seen her room plastered with posters of them. She even watch their reality show so much to the point she got scolded for being so less attentive these days. You wondered if this group is even worthy enough for her to become so detach with life.

Yet seeing how she is on her knees, practically begging and pleading while hugging your legs. You almost had no choice but to say yes.

But the thing is that…

…you began to regret going.

“WE LOVE YOU, GZB!!”

“GZB! GZB! GZB!”

“RED RIOT!! LET ME LICK YOUR ABS!!”

“CHARGEBOLT!! YOU CUTIE PATOOTIE!!”

“CHOCK ME LIKE YOU HATE ME, DYNAMIGHT!!”

“DEKU!! SLAP ME PLEASE!!”

“MARRY ME, SHOTO!!”

What kind of sorcery fuckery is this? You were astonished with the screams of desperation from the fans. You wanted to leave immediately because the yells kept increasing as their comments became more and more lewd. You can even see the securities are getting uncomfortable with their comments.

Damn. The sun isn’t even up yet. “These people are down bad for them…” You mumbled beneath your breath.

Your friend grabbed your wrist to guide you stay at the front of the doors, it was a tough and rough journey — you were stepped on, kicked on, pushed on, and pulled on.

You wanted to curse loudly for that rough journey. Heck! It wasn’t even supposed to be that fucking tough. However, your friend seemed really happy that you were there for her, so you decided to shrugged it off…for now.

After like what it felt like hours later, the doors finally opened, causing a riot to occur. Everyone was pushing each other, even though security was guiding everyone. You and your friend fought through the crowd of desperate fans till you two found a spot at the front. You had no idea if it’s luck, but the spot you two got is definetly a place where you can see them clearly, but it means they could see you two clearly as well.

Fans glared at the both of you out of jealously. They cursed at the both of you for getting such a clear spot to see them.

However, their glares diminished when the band finally revealed themselves to the crowd — looking all manly, dashing, confident, and handsome as fuck.

They greeted their fans, causing everyone to scream in support. The band can only laugh before introducing themselves with a mic.

Your eyes landed on a certain blonde guy with eyes so red it can penetrate your soul.

A couple of days ago, you did some research about the group, therefore, you absolutely knew who this person is, and he is…

“DynaMight,” He introduced himself gruffly.

Damn. That kind of hotness exists in this world, huh? The fans started to scream louder than before. To be honest, you can’t blame them since Dynamight is fucking hot, but the problem is that he is a bit…rough.

“Awww!! Kacchan here has fans after all!!” A cheerful blonde with a lightning strike on his hair teases.

“YOU WANNA DIE, DUNCE FACE?” Dynamight yelled angrily.

According to your research, he is known to have a rough personality, people would often mistaken him as mean, but that’s just really how he is. His rough personality parallels with his drumming skills. DynaMight brings out his angry emotions through drums, creating a somewhat desirable yet scary atmosphere around him.

There is not much known about him since he is pretty secretive and mysterious. It’s either that or he’s smart enough to hide from paparazzi.

The only known information is his real name, which is Bakugo Katsuki alias DynaMight.

As the day goes, you admitted that this fansigning event is quite entertaining. The interviews, the questions, and the answers are quite intriguing to listen to. You even had a thought if you should stan this group or not, definitely not stanning because of Dynamight only.

However, a question from Chargebolt made everyone’s ears perked up, especially your friend.

He asked if someone could guess what DynaMight’s favorite hobby is. Whoever can guess it correctly can win a chance to go up in stage and take a photo with DynaMight.

No one knew the answer to that, but it’s no surprise since he is secretive. However, you recalled that he would often post on Instagram about mountains and hiking gear. You came into a conclusion that he probably likes mountain climbing.

You elbowed your friend then, you whispered her the answer. She seemed hesitant to answer, but you gestured her with your head to say it on the mic.

With uneasiness, she got up to the mic and said her answer.

Bakugo’s wide eyes say it all, verifying that your friend got the right answer. Everyone cried in agony, disappointed that they lost their opportunity to make their wattpad life happen. Your friend only giggled then did a thumbs up to you while you shyly did the same thing.

“WHATTTT? You like mountain climbing, Katchan?” Chargebolt screamed, slamming the table with his hand.

Katusku clicked his tongue, “You’re just fucking oblivious, Dunce Face,” He replied with a middle finger.

“EXCUSE ME?” Kaminari retorted.

“Mountain Climbing? Say, Bakugo, wanna go with me sometime?” Todoroki asked nonchalantly.

“In your dreams, ice princess,” Bakugo middle fingered him.

“P-Please don’t start here…” Kirishima went in between the two, stopping them by the chest.

Deku clapped his hands, releasing the tension between the two. “Now! You may come up on the stage and take a pic with DynaMight!”

Your friend giggled once more, grabbing your wrist to pull you forward to take a pic with him. You tried to protest, but she was very stubborn so you had no choice but to agree. Besides, you protesting in the middle of this event is gaining the attention of the jealous fans.

Meanwhile, Bakugo Katsuki has his eyes on you.

You don’t seem to notice his gaze, and he wished it would be kept that way. The last thing he wants is for you to catch him staring at you.

He already knew that it was you who knew the answer to Denki’s question. The latter saw you whisper something to your friend’s ear before the latter got up to the mic to speak.

He had to admit, but he was fucking impressed since not even his stalkers know about this.

The blond watched as you shyly got up in stage. He watched your body movements — the way your body would shrink to the floor, the way your fingers fidget the front of your shirt, the way your thighs clenched, and the way your eyes avert away from his.

Shit. This is fucking bad. Katsuki gulped.

It’s been months since Katsuki had sex. Being an idol prevents him from doing such activities. To be more precise, his company does not allow their members to do pornographic work since it will ruin their image.

However, the band may or may not have disobeyed that rule.

The blond hasn’t gotten laid in months already. This is due to his fucking busy schedule — their strict CEO, the rules, the tours, the practices, their fans, their scandals, and stalkers are factors keeping him from going out to do his thing.

“Katsuki! Stop being so stiff and pose for the camera!” Kirishima yelled, cackling while clapping at the scene in front of him.

His eyes quivered, snapping back to reality as he immediately placed his hand on your shoulder while his other hand is on his pocket. Noises of cameras clicked from all sides, taking a picture of the rare photo of the one and only DynaMight alone with fans.

You can feel your heart beating uncontrollably. The weight of his hands left something on your stomach to your chest. You began to wonder if this is because he’s just fucking hot. No one in your college can even match his damn level. However, you decided to shrugged this feeling off and focused on the camera.

After a few minutes, the shooting ended. His band members only laughed while clapping, congratulating their angry-looking friend. While they were doing that, you can feel the weight on your shoulder dwindle.

You assumed that he was just removing his hand from your shoulder. What you were thinking was right, but it felt different.

Instead of lifting his hand, his fingers went down to your back as he traced your spine. Your back clenched at this seductive action of his. Thighs clenched and arched back as he continued tracing his fingertip down.

— Holy fuck, stop the car, you weren’t mentally ready for that.

You tried your best to not show any facial expressions at least, but it was fucking hard.

In the first place, you didn’t even know if he did this on accident or he’s actually teasing you. The last part sounded unbelievable since it is giving delulu vibes.

This is not the situation where delulu is solulu.

He stopped traching when he reached the end of your back, releasing his fingertips from your back. This allowed you to sigh in relief, feeling your own sanity coming back to you.

Katsuki watched as the staff member gestured you to go back to your places with your friend. He analyzed your movements, looking at your thighs and body as you walked to your place.

The event ended with a blast. Everyone was smiling in happiness as they all walked out those doors. Your friend kept fangirling on the photo incident both of you had with DynaMight. She can’t stop talking about how hot he was. Normally, you would get annoyed with her fangirling, but for once you agreed with her.

You may deny it, but you can’t shrugged the warm feeling he left across your back. The scent of his masculine cologne lingers around your upper body. Sniffing his cologne caused you to have a faint blush on your cheek. You can still remember that “sexual” action he did on your back. You couldn’t believe that his fingertips even had this effect on you in the first place.

You began shrinking down to the floor when you remembered how his eyes kept glancing in your direction — how he would suddenly grin and smirk when he caught you staring back.

Your cheeks were getting warmer each second so you excused yourself to use the bathroom. You practically ran to the bathroom, not wanting to delay any longer. As soon as you entered, you washed your face with cold water, trying to cool the warmness of the cheeks, but it isn’t working. Since it wasn’t working, you exited the bathroom with a disappointment look.

However, you stumbled across a hard chest which took you off balance. You were about to scold this person till you saw who it was — Bakugo fucking Katsuki. Your entire demeanor halted under his piercing gaze, you subconsciously lowered your head, not wanting to meet such a gaze.

“Oi. You were that distracted with your own thoughts to the point you didn’t even notice me?” He grumbled with a slight smirk.

Your throat gulped in response, “M-My b-bad…” You stuttered, immediately walking away from this situationship.

“How did you know?”

Your body turned, tilting your head in confusion. “How did I what?”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Know about my hobby?”

“Why do you want to know?”

The blond clicked his tongue in annoyance, crossing his arms which bulges his arms even more. “Do ya always ask so much fucking questions? Just answer the fucking question.”

Your body flinched at his angry tone, causing you to look away from him now.

A sigh left your lips, “Through Instagram. You keep posting stuff about mountain climbing? So thats how I concluded your hobby.”

Katsuki arched his brow, crossing his arms while tilting his head to the side. “Hm. How interesting. Ya fan of mine?”

“No. I just got curious to why my friend like you and your band so much so I looked to all of your accounts,” You replied, not wanting expose that you are kinda a fan.

The corner of his mouth fought a smirk. “Oh? Ya for real?”

“Yeah. I am for real.”

“Hm. Nah. Don’t believe it.”

“That’s your problem, buddy.”

He bent down, leaning his body forward. “Exactly. That’s why you need to help me understand…” A cocky grin is now plastered on his face.

You scoffed. “Why me?”

He only stared at me for a moment, then he began letting out some laughter, displaying his teeth. You only stood there in confusion. I do not get his humor. His happy atmosphere flashed right through my soul — just like how white damn teeth.

Moments later, footsteps were getting closer to them. You didn’t have time to react, and Bakugo took the initiative to grab your arm to pull you inside a small room. He shoved you two inside that room. A rough hand covered the sounds coming from your mouth. You had the damn urge to just fucking bite his hand.

The footsteps later diminished, causing you to even curse loudly against his mouth. He rolled his eyes, and then he removed his hand on your mouth. He lets out an ick to feel your spit and saliva on his hand.

“Don’t give me that damn ick face! You pushed me in here with your damn gorilla hands on my fucking face!” You silently screamed.

“Listen, woman. Ya look fucking smart so think about it clearly. Would you rather be caught with me and start a rumor? I’m pretty sure ya already know how fucked up our fans can be,” He reasoned, wiping his hand on his pants.

Your tense eyes soften. “R-Right. My bad…”

It’s his turn to sigh. “It’s fine. Your reaction is understandable.”

Damn. You were surprised that this hot-tempered drummer can be considerate. If you were being so honest, it really contradicted his whole rough character.

Later, you just realized how close he is. The tight space made you two really collide with one another. His knee was in between your knees. Both of his hands are actually trapping you; the right hand beside your head and the other is beside your forearm. The room began to heat up — or maybe that was just you.

“Nervous?” He asked gruffly.

Fuck. You don’t even want to look up, knowing his cocky grin is on his face right now.

Your hand slowly reached for the doorknob. “U-Um. Maybe I should get goi—” You were interrupted when he swiftly grabbed the doorknob and locked it.

Your heart beats faster, scared or probably excited with what’s happening.

“I’ll be fucking straight forward. I want sex, and I seem to want you to satisfy me.” Your face turned into a tomato at his straightforwardness.

“W-Why me?” You just had to ask.

“I want you. Isn’t that enough?” He answered, slowly creeping his hand around your waist.

“O-Okay…? But I’m a virgin…”

“That doesn’t matter to me. I’ll be slow. Besides, if we talk about weirdness, don’t you think it’s supposed to you weirded out by me asking for sex?” Bakugo asked, holding you in place.

You tilt your head, “Weird? What do you mean?”

The blonde chuckled pathetically, “I’m an idol, expected to be that perfect doll for the fans to practically do anything they want to do. Here I am, asking someone to relieve my sexual needs…”

“There’s nothing weird about it. You’re human who craves for physical touch, and I don’t blame you for that. Besides, I don’t think you should be ashamed of craving for it. Craving for something is what reminds us that we are human.”

A shimmer and twinkle counterclockwise his eyes. His mouth began to create a small smile, satisfied with your answer. He remembered that he asked this question to other of his flings, and he wasn’t satisfied with their answers — they always answer the same thing: “quit your job then” or “you chose this life so live up to it.”

How can he explain to a total damn stranger that being an idol is both his gift and curse; it’s similar to a love-hate relationship. Bakugo can’t just quit and leave his job since drumming is his passion and source of happiness. It was the only way to relieve his stress and anger plus earn profit from. He turned his passion into something he can get money from. And he truly wished that it would be like that. Therefore, he just can’t quit.

The blonde brought his hand on your face, removing the baby hair covering your blushing face. “I’ll ask again…” He rested his hand on your cheek, feeling the heat against his skin. “…do you want to sleep with me?”

You looked away, eyes quivering in excitement and nervousness. “T-Take it slow p-please…”

He shook his head and used his finger to guide your chin to his face. “Words, please.”

“Y-Yes…”

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Katsuki brought you back to one of his houses in Japan. He drove from the fansigning event to his house with his motorcycle. The blond fondled across his pants and aggressively looked for the right key to open the door. He got angrier each minute, feeling his bulge on his pants.

Not to mention, he didn’t want to keep the lady waiting.

You noticed his stressed state so your hand positioned itself on his. “I’m not going anywhere so calm down.”

His breath hitched with your soothing tone, causing him to calm his tense shoulders. With a clear mind, he shuffled across the keys till he found the right one. As soon as he did, he dragged you inside and slammed you on the door. Your loud gasped echoed on his ears, and he immediately crashed his lips against yours.

You whimpered against him, feeling his tongue lick across your lips. Your mouth opened, allowing his tongue to toy and manipulate it with his own. His calloused hands travelled down your hips then to your ass, squeezing it before he lifted you.

He guided your legs around his hips, pushing his hard bulge into your clit. You moaned loudly against his mouth, releasing juices in your pussy. You knew he was screaming “big dicc energy” but you never apprehended that he will be this fucking big.

He pulled away for a moment. “Fuck. I’m so sorry,” He apologizes, caressing your body.

“I didn’t ask if I can kiss you…Fuck, you’re driving me so damn crazy…” He added, pushing you down to his bulge.

Your cheeks heated up, “I-Its okay…I already said yes to you a while ago…”

Bakugo rested his head to your shoulder. “Shit, I’m sorry but your first might be on the sofa and not on a bed. I can’t wait any longer.”

You smiled, “Location doesn’t matter. The person I’m with is what matters.”

An arrow stuck his heart, cheeks heating up with those words. It stimulated something inside him, his heart beating faster than normal — by normal, it means that he never felt this thirsty and hungry for someone else.

This was his first time being this hungry for someone.

His hands that were on your legs traveled up slowly, groping and caressing your thighs. He then landed his hands around your neck, placing pressure around the circumference of your neck. This caused you to chocked a bit, giving him the opportunity to lock lips again.

Both his hand and lips suffocated you, making you dizzy from pleasure and pain. Your hands gripped his chest, then traveling it up to his neck. You landed your hands on his hair, bringing him closer to you, forcing both of your bodies to collide even more. His bulge was long and fat, you can feel it resting on your stomach. The thought of it caused you to shiver in ecstasy.

He suddenly started walking, not even thinking of removing his lips from you. While doing so, he skillfully removed his leather jacket and held you by your ass, groping it as hard as he can. With the support of his hands, you tried to unbuckle his belt. This action can only make him laugh against the kiss.

“Calm down, sweetheart. I have all night to ravish you completely,” He whispered, licking his upper lips. Your face heated up, realizing how eager you were.

He gently let you down on the sofa and retracted his body from yours. With a smirk, he placed his hands on his back and slowly removed his shirt. His abs placed quite a show as his shirt got disposed to the ground.

“Got all shy, didn’t ya babe?” He asked, bending down to your thighs.

“Don’t worry…” He pecked your thighs while staring at your eyes. “…I’ll take care of ya, sweetheart,” He winked before pulling down my pants and undies in one go.

The cold air brought shivers to your heated bottom. Just by the thought of your own pussy bare in front of his eyes made you shy. Therefore, you subconsciously closed your legs, not wanting to embarrassed yourself further.

Bakugo growled, “I never asked to cover up, babe.”

“B-But it’s embarrassing…” You stuttered out, attempting to cover your pussy more by bringing down your sweater. Although, this action only caused your shoulders and breasts to be more noticeable.

The blond only chuckled, combing his hair back. “Sweetheart, I’m letting this go since this is your first time.” Your head tilted, confused with what he is insinuating.

He unexpectedly shifted your legs in an angle where he can bare your pussy on the breeze. Then, he suddenly opened it, by the ankle holding them tightly. The blond dropped a saliva on your pussy, making you to shiver as your pussy clenched at the warm sensation.

“Never, as in never, close your fucking legs. Your pussy…” He lets one of your legs go to only slightly touch your clit. “…is worth exploring. My cock and fingers is eager to tour around your pussy.”

Holy shit. This is not what you expect in sex. Sure you’ve heard about dirty talking, but never did you think that such words would rile you up. Your fingers covered your eyes, leaving small gaps in between to see the view.

“W-What about yours…?” You asked shyly. “W-Will I explore y-yours too..?”

Katsuki only chuckled, traveling his hands down to your thighs from your ankles. He asked with alluring tone, “Ever heard of 69, sweetheart?”

Your face heated up. Of course you know what that is, all the sex talk with your friend has corrupted your mind. Never in your life would’ve thought that you will experience it.

Your head moved up and down, agreeing to his question. This action made him grin in satisfaction. “Good, that’s what we will do. Are ya up for it, babe? No harm in saying no.”

You shuddered — him being considerate stimulated your innermost needs. So, you can’t help but say yes….

Katsuki did not hesitate and flipped you over. He laid his back on his couch while your clit’s on top of his pecs. Oh fuck. You only realized how embarrassing this position is. Juices from your pussy only dripped down to his pecs, and you can feel pussy clenching and unclenching. You had no idea what to be embarrassed of first. 

Him staring at your bare pussy or the fact that your pussy is reacting like this.

“What a beautiful pussy,” He claimed, placing his middle finger on your folds. This caused more juices to spill out. You only shivered, gasping loudly when you released more of your juices.

“Holy fucking fuck, sweetheart,” He bit his lip, realizing how wet you are.

Blushes of red swept across your face, filling every skin with its redness. All this blushing almost made you forget about an aching bulge in front of your face. Your hands unbuckled his belt and pushed down his boxers and pants.

This is where you only noticed how it towered your face; it was in fact huge and thick. Now, you’re wondering if this would even fit inside you due to its humongous size.

“Go on, sweetheart,” He ordered softly. “Suck it.”

With much hesitation, you wrapped your fingers around his shaft. Bakugo shuddered, feeling your cold fingers on his warm cock. This only triggered him to further toy with your pussy, causing you to whimper.

The blond noticed the limited movements you’re doing. The latter growled softly, bringing his hands to your clit and began pressing and rubbing it. The actions made you squirmed, accidentally falling forward. Doing so caused you to feel the sticky and slimy sensation on your cheek.

“C’mon, sweetheart, don’t make me wait,” He practically pleaded.

You bit your lip, holding his cock to bring it closer to your mouth. Placing your tongue out slightly, you licked the tip to taste it. Given that it is your first time, you started on by licking his length first. You brought your tongue down his shaft while pressing down his tip.

You suddenly felt a finger going inside you. Your body shivered, bringing goosebumps with the new feeling — it was uncomfortable yet you didn’t mind it. Feeling a bit bold, you decided to at least suck the tip. This is where your jaw ached. You knew he was big, but now you are sucking him, you never knew that he was this damn big.

What the fuck. My mouth already hurts. You tried sucking him deeper, but it really hurt your jaw. Katsuki began to chuckle slightly, realizing what you are attempting.

“I appreciate the eagerness, sweetheart, but take it slow. I need your mouth to scream for me later,” He fondled your ass, grinning at your adorable actions.

You slowly look behind, staring into his eyes with your teary ones. “U-Um…’m sorry…” You shivered, almost letting a tear drop.

Bakugo’s pupils shrunk.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, but I think we need to continue this 69 position another time,” Bakugo suddenly declared.

“H-Huh…what do you—” You were suddenly pulled back by the hips and landed on his face.

You exploded in embarrassment, realizing your bare pussy is on his fucking face. You extended your arms, trying to crawl your way out, but he held your hips tighter. You squirmed under his hold, but you gasped loudly when a wet object touched your folds — his tongue.

“W-Wait…!” You pleaded, but he didn’t budge.

His tongue was one of the wonders of this damn earth. He skillfully licked the outer and inner folds of your pussy — toying and sucking them like tits. You can feel his tongue swirling around them, causing your back to arch. Suddenly, his hands that were around your hips traveled down to your clit.

You gasped loudly, clutching down to his pecs in ecstasy. His hands effortlessly rubbed your clit, stimulating your pussy to juice out more liquid for him to eat, swallow, and devour. The blond never halted his actions, whether he needs to breathe or take a break, he did not stop toying with your pussy till you are at his mercy.

Katsuki groaned, electrifying your pussy in pleasure. He got bolder and deliberately inserted one finger inside your pussy. His eyes rolled back, feeling your soft walls clenching around his fingers. He salivated on how soft your insides felt, his cock harden in delight which almost triggered him to rapture prematurely.

Your body began to lose it’s stance so you collapsed down to his chest. You collapsing This new position exposed your pussy even more, juicing out more liquid to his mouth. The folds became more defined, allowing him to get a better view of your pussy.

“Fuck, doll, your pussy’s enticing,” He licked his lips.

The blond lifted you up by the armpits, placing you directly down his lap. You winced and shiver from exhaustation while this motherfucker grinned cockily. His arms wrapped your waist, pulling you closer. Your tits and his pecs were colliding along with your bare pussy and cock. “You feelin’ aight, sweetheart?” He asked with a grin, holding you closer.

You blushed, looking away from his predatory gaze. The blond only chuckled, grabbing your chin and pulled your face forward while making you face him. “When I ask…” He whispered, pushing your excess hair away from your cheek. “…you answer, doll.”

Your jaw clenched, gulping along the way. “I-I’m feeling a-alright, B-Bakugo-k-kun…”

His mouth lets out a ‘tsk’ sound. “Call me Katsuki. Understand?”

You nodded shyly, “Y-Yes…K-Katsuki…”

He smirked, “Good girl,” He declared, locking lips with yours.

Your mouth gasped, creating an entrance for his tongue to pass by. The dominance he displayed was shown through his tongue. With feral force, he pushed your entire body backward. What’s holding you in place was his huge arms. Your back was leaning heavily onto those arms as he shallowed every sound you make. His mouth flatten around your mouth, toying and completely manipulating every move your tongue does.

Katsuki was kissing you with such passion, you completely forget about the cock in between your bodies. You only mewl loudly when your pussy rubbed against his cock. You felt him smirk against your mouth. He continued kissing you while holding you tightly. Bakugo pulled your lower half closer to his cock, sinking it into the folds of your pussy.

“Keep your eyes on me,” He rasps,

He then guided your hips up and down…up…down…up…down.

Katsuki groaned, face red from excitement and pleasure. He has would grit his teeth and clench his jaw, still guiding your hips by force. His movements gradually went faster. You only gasped loudly as your body bounced from his brutal movements.

Katsuki’s jaw clenches, imagining his cock balls deep inside your exquisite pussy. He would fucking imagine how he would just manhandle you, throwing you around in his house, fucking you in every corner. He imagined every single detail while staring closely at your panting face.

As your body bounces, your hands had no idea where to go. You tried gripping his shoulders, but it ended up bouncing off so your hands traveled down, landing on his knees. You held onto them, allowing your tits to bounce freely. Bakugo only licked his lips at the enthralling sight.

Fucking hell. He imagined your tits bouncing when you ride his cock hard. Bakugo only gripped you tighter, ferociously grinding your hips against his cock.

You can feel an unfamiliar feeling circulating your stomach. “S-Something’s c-coming…!!”

Katsuki’s eyes widen a bit then harden, realizing what’s about to happen. With every sheer force he had left, he managed to stop his movements. His body tingled brutally, with a growl not fucking satisfied the fact that he had to halt his actions. Meanwhile, your eyes watered up, wondering why he had to stop this pleasure.

His jaw clenched, “‘m gonna fuck ya. Ya ready, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes…p-please…” You pleaded, a tear slipped out of your eye.

Katsuki grabbed a condom from the pocket of his back pants. With one hand, he ripped out the condom with the help of his mouth. He spat out the excess plastic on his mouth and began inserting it around his cock. You can only watch him — his cock was perfectly wrapped around the condom, and it somehow turned you on even more.

He laid you down softly, grabbing a nearby pillow and placing it on your lower back. His calloused hands travelled up your thighs, bringing them closer around his waist. Katsuki bent down, immediately locking lips with you. The sounds of kissing echoed the room, giving the love and attentiion needed to your mouth.

“I’m going to enter, doll. Ya ready for me?” He asked softly, caressing your cheek.

“M-Mhm….” Your mouth couldn’t find the right words anymore; this overwhelming feeling was simply too much, and his cock isn’t even invading your insides yet.

He smirked, aligning his cock into your pussy while locking his lips again with yours. His mouth invaded yours as he pushed his cock inside you a bit. You gasped against the kiss, arching your back to relieve some kind of pain. Katsuki panted, feeling his tip breaking in your virgin walls. He did not hesitate to lock lips again, yanking your hips tighter.

You kept thrashing your arms around, clutching onto his chest, shoulders, hair — anything. He continued to slowly enter his cock inside you till he finally entered you half-way. You let out a loud cry, pulling away from the kiss as you panted heavily. Bakugo looked at you with concern, wiping away all your hair out of your face.

“Talk to me, doll. Are you okay? You want to stop?” He asked, trying his best to halt his actions.

“I-Im fine…i-it just hurts…a-are you all i-inside…?” You asked while tearing up.

Katsuki only chuckled, “I’m only half way inside, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen, surprised to know that since you are feeling full already. His length was huge and veiny, your walls can even feel how it twitches inside of you. Your head throws back while your legs shake violently.

What minutes felt like forever. Katsuki did not move the slightlest and waited for you to adjust to his size. He kept whispering words of encouragement, telling you what a good girl you are. His mouth made contact with your forehead, kissing you tenderly.

“Y-You can move…” You stuttered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Are you sure? Because…” He asked, groaning as he felt you clenched around him. “…once I start, I won’t stop.”

“I-It’s okay….I trust you…” You declared.

His body stiffen when he heard those words, pulling his cock away slightly then putting it in slowly. The sensitivity of your body couldn’t take the new feeling, you started to hug Bakugo tightly.

Katsuki positioned his head on your shoulders, nibbling and licking your shoulders to your neck. The slow pace was surprisingly pleasurable to him. He can picture and feel your walls better, almost as if he’s analyzing them.

The pleasure was too much for him, his hand gripped the coffee table beside him and crushed it.

The sound of woods breaking exhilarated something in you. The mere fact that he had to break something because of you just made you moan, causing you to tighten up. Katsuki deliberately bit your shoulder, sensing your walls tighten around him.

The latter began to fasten his movements, gradually feeling the pleasure build up on his body. You only held him tighter, intertwining your fingers on his blond hair. Your mouth panted heavily, the pleasure of his cock moving in and out of you was giving you such a bliss.

You pulled his face away from your shoulder, holding his cheeks. You caressed them with a smile, “I-It’s okay….y-you can go harder…”

“W-What,” His eyes widen.

You continued to smile, “I can take it. You can give it to me,” Your eyes watered in desperation.

Katsuki almost came into the scene in front of him. The moonlight helped define your looks even more. The glow in your orbs illustrated your desperation and need for him. The feel and sight of your sweaty body made him grit his teeth, trying to stop himself from letting his juices out.

Fuck. He couldn’t take it anymore. He straightens his body and grips your hips tighter. With that, he rammed everything in. Your pupils shrunk, choking from the sudden movement.

He threw his head back, face tingling in pleasure. His mouth almost salivated from this ecstasy. Katsuki pulled his cock out to the tip and force his cock inside you again. The latter groaned in delight, eyes twitching as he kept doing this movement.

With the pleasure he’s giving you, your mouth can only leave a scream. Your hands traveled up, trying to find something to grip. Katsuki gripped your hips tighter, holding them up at in angle. His movements increased, rapidly moving his cock in and out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..!” He rasps, his hips stuttering with desire.

Katsuki then shoved your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half. He held your ankles then began assaluting your walls again. The new position chocked you in surprised. You can clearly feel and see his cock. Your mouth cried out, feeling his thick and long cock practically persecuting your pussy.

The ferocious force of his thrusts caused your lower back to hurt, but the pleasure overpowered that pain.

With a loud roar, Bakugo flatten his hips to your pelvic to the point it fucking hurts. He held you tightly, his cock releasing all his juices inside the condom.

Your back arched with a scream, your insides can feel how the condom expand. It expanded inside of you so much, you can feel your stomach getting bloated.

Holy shit. You gripped his shoulders so tightly with a scream. You even began punching him on the shoulders softly from the overwhelming pleasure. Thus, you came hard.

“T-Too much..!!” You cried out, shutting your eyes which made more tears fall out.

“F-Fuck…j-just a little more, sweetheart,” He stuttered, still releasing his semen in the condom.

Few seconds has passed, and Bakugo finally pulled out slowly. You choked, your walls feeling empty without his cock. The mix of your wet juices and creamy substances pools your lower half. The blond tied the condom before throwing it to the side and getting another one.

Your eyes widen, seeing him putting on another condom. You stuttered, “A-Again…?”

“Damn right. Chest by the coffee table and ass up, sweetheart. My cock quenches for your wet juices,” He grinned, combing his hair back which revealed his sweaty forehead.

With shaking legs, you crawled down from the sofa; you had a feeling that your aching lower half can’t handle the weight of standing up. Bakugo whistled, seeing how your ass moved. The latter licked his lips, noticing how plump it looks especially if you arch your back like that.

Bakugo stood up as soon as your tits are pressed against his glass coffee table. He smirked, watching your vulnerable state. Seeing how your legs are barely keeping you up just made you extra irresistible.

He then sat down with his ass practically infront of his cock, and he allowed his fingers to travel down your spine, making you shiver from his sudden contact. “Aww, what’s wrong, doll? Can’t handle this?”

You bit your lower lip, not expecting his sudden mocking attitude. You can feel his fingertips lowering, tracing your spine sensually. Then, his calloused hands groped your ass. You gasped, moving forward a bit from his ruthless grip.

You heard him cursed beneath his breath, his fingers held your ass tighter. He watched as his fingers sunk down the soft flesh of your ass. His eyes darkened, getting amused and aroused by this tension.

“You know, sweetheart…” He suddenly spoke. “…how I usually fuck my night stands are all about rough but quick sex.”

Then, he flatten his palm to your back, travelling up, “But for some reason when it comes to you, I want to see how long you’ll hold till I devour you slowly .” His fingers tangled around the tips of your hair.

You gulped then asked, “W-What do you m-mean..??”

Katsuki chuckled, “It means, doll…” He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it back, lifting you up from the table. “…I want to ravish you till you break, till your legs shake, till your pussy is leaking, till your mouth is sore.”

Your eyes widen, gasping from the pain of your hair being pulled and from his dirty words. Bakugo used his free hand to suffocate your breath. “The previous fuck was just me being nice. Now, I will fuck you till you’re so damn stupid.”

Before you can even respond, he shoved his entire cock inside your pussy. You screamed, attempting to fall down to the coffee table. Katsuki’s hand around your neck prevented you to do so. He lead down, his mouth whispered lowly, “Look at your right side, doll,” He asked you.

You did and you saw the broken wooden edge of the coffee table. “Ya see that? I broke my precious coffee table because of you.”

Bakugo then leaned his hips backward and slowly shoved his cock back inside you. “Your pussy was that good around my cock. My body yearns for more — you and your tempting pussy will satisfy me.”

You only moaned in respond, feeling his pelvis slowly slamming against your ass. Your eyes rolled back from pleasure, watering your eyes along the way. Katsuki held your neck tighter, his mouth letting out small moans against your ear.

He suddenly lets out a growl, pushing you down to the coffee table. He lifted your ass a bit higher then began shoving his cock faster. His tongue licked his upper lip, his hands used the globes of your ass as a tool to shove you back and forth against his cock.

When you clenched, he roared loudly, “Fuck yeah. Give it to me like that. Holy shit,” He babbled, the sweat travelled down his entire body.

Without pulling out, Katsuki lifted your body on the coffee table and laid your body to the side. He leaned a bit forward and pressed down on the side of your waist. You couldn’t move because of his strength allowed him to properly manhandled you.

This new angle caused you to hit the table multiple times due to the overwhelming esctacy.

The blond chuckled, seeing you struggle under him. “Poor baby can’t even take the pleasure anymore. Am I fucking you too stupid, doll?”

You only squirmed, forcing your head to look at him. His teeth gritted in lust, seeing how your face is flushed with redness, eyes all teared up and drool dripping down your mouth. Not to mention, your body was coated with a mix of your sweat and his. This caused your body to shone under the moonlight, which made you even more exquiste for him.

“P-Please….c-can’t..I-I—” Your mouth can’t even form a proper word from all the moaning you’re producing.

The blond smiled — not a sweetly or lustful way; it’s more on a predatory smile. His eyes displayed all the emotions he had felt at the moment.

He was lusting over the fact you became this stupid after a few rounds. He was lusting by the fact that you knew him better than his team mates. He was lusting over your intelligence and observation on his love for mountain climbing. He was lusting everything about you.

— Katsuki Bakugo needed you.

“C-Can’t what, doll?” He mocked your tone, not removing the smile on his face. “Can’t take it anymore, hm?”

Watching you nod so quickly increased his need for you. “That’s too bad, doll…” He pulled all of his cock out.

“You’re going to fucking take it all,” He rammed everything in, instantly hitting a special spot inside you.

Your body arched, feeling your body being electrified as you let out a silent scream.

He laughed rutherlessly, looking down at your fucked up state. The man continued pulling his entire cock out and shoving it in like a feral animal in heat. His hips barbarously pushed forward, making your skin bounce from the impact. Your breasts began to hurt from this painful thrusts — heck, your entire body is already hurting yet it’s still so fucking pleasureable.

Your stomach began to coil a familiar feeling. That’s when you realized that you’re about to come. This new feeling overstimulated your insides more, you placed a hand on Katsuki’s abs and pleaded, “S-Slow d-down..! I’m c-coming..!”

He grinned and then winked at you before rolling his hips to an angle and collided his hips on your ass. You screamed, feeling his cock hitting another milestone inside you.

“You’re in luck, doll. I am close too,” He uttered with a raspy tone.

After a few more thrusts, he came with a roar as you creamed around his cock.

Both of you panted in exhaustion. His hips still stuttered as he expanded the condom with his creamy substance. After a few seconds, he pulled out, oozing out your white essence.

Your nose sniffles from all the cries. His hands extended, reaching for your cheek. “Are you feeling alright? Do you think you can continue?”

Your eyes widen in shock, “C-Continue…?!?”

Katsuki chuckled at your reaction. “I’m not yet satisfied as you can see,” He smirked, and you noticed his cock hardening again.

“Didn’t I tell you?” He grabbed another condom from his back pocket. “I’ll ravish you till I’m satisfied, and I’m not yet close to satisfaction. Ya go for it? No pressure if you say no.”

With your shaking body, you sat down on the coffee table. You used your mouth to rip the plastic off the condom. Katsuki watched you in shock. You removed the plastic from your mouth and grabbed the condom. Katsuki watched as you pushed the condom into his pecs.

You looked away from his face, embarrassed by what you did. “You said you’ll fuck me till I break,” You blushed.

“I’m not yet broken, Katsuki…”

His face shivered in delight, a blush seen on his face while he bit his lower lip in exhilaration.

“Tits on the glass window. I want my window tainted by your sweat, doll.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩.

[slavdollz4mangione]

pilates 1 - luigi 0 - luigi mangione x reader

i had to write a little something after the moodboard request i got yesterday 😭 i had so much fun writing this so i hope you guys enjoy it! <3 also here’s a little visual of men being humbled by pilates just because !

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luigi leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and a smug smile playing on his lips. “pilates is just stretching, right? i don’t see what the big deal is.”

you raised an eyebrow, setting your coffee cup down with a little too much force. “you think it’s easy?”

he shrugged. “it’s just some light yoga. how hard could it be?”

you took a step closer, narrowing your eyes. “well, then i challenge you to join me for a class. see how ‘easy’ it really is.”

luigi laughed, pulling you closer by wrapping his hands around your waist. “i’m game. i’m practically a professional athlete.”

you smirked, trying to hide your excitement. “you might want to reconsider that confidence babe.”

the next day, you both arrived at the studio. luigi was clearly a little out of his element, eyeing the reformer machines with suspicion while you were trying not to giggle.

the instructor, a woman with a calm yet assertive tone, smiled at you both. “alright, let’s start with a basic stretch, shall we?”

luigi nodded confidently, stepping onto the reformer like he owned the place. you, however, could already see the hesitation gathering on his face as he lay down and placed his feet in the straps.

the instructor cued, “engage your core and slowly extend your legs, keep your back flat.”

luigi immediately bent his knees like he was squatting. “this is easy!” he called out, pushing the platform with way too much force.

a second later, the reformer jerked violently, and luigi’s legs shot out at a strange angle, his face going from confident to very confused.

“whoa!” he yelped while clutching the sides of the machine. “ what the fuck [name] what kind of trickery is this?!”

you bit your lip to hold back the laughter. “told you,” you said sweetly.

the instructor was unfazed, guiding him into a new position. “let’s try a slow roll-up, luigi.”

you could see luigi's pride slowly deflating as he struggled, his muscles shaking as he attempted to sit up. he managed a few inches before falling back with a dramatic sigh.

“i—i don’t get it! how do you make it look so easy?” he complained, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

you grinned, “maybe it’s the secret pilates sorcery.”

luigi let out a groan. “i thought this was gonna be like a walk in the park... this feels more like… a roll in the mud!”

as the class continued, he looked at you like you were a mysterious sorceress. and when it finally ended, luigi stood up wobbly, trying to look as if he’d just casually walked out of an intense workout.

“well, that... was something,” he muttered, trying to keep his dignity intact.

you grinned and wrapped your arms around him, a playful sparkle in your eyes. “i’ll take that as a lesson learned?”

he gave you a tired, yet affectionate smile. “next time, we should do something easy. like... yoga. with the stretchy bands. or nap time."

you laughed and kissed his pout away. "deal. but next week...we're trying yoga.”

luigi groaned and watched you affectionately as you saunter away while still giggling to yourself

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

[walkswithmyfather]

Galatians 5:16-25 (NASB1995). [16] “But I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not carry out the desire of the flesh. [17] For the flesh sets its desire against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh; for these are in opposition to one another, so that you may not do the things that you please. [18] But if you are led by the Spirit, you are not under the Law. [19] Now the deeds of the flesh are evident, which are: immorality, impurity, sensuality, [20] idolatry, sorcery, enmities, strife, jealousy, outbursts of anger, disputes, dissensions, factions, [21] envying, drunkenness, carousing, and things like these, of which I forewarn you, just as I have forewarned you, that those who practice such things will not inherit the kingdom of God. [22] But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, [23] gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law. [24] Now those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. [25] If we live by the Spirit, let us also walk by the Spirit.”

“Walking in the Spirit” by In Touch Ministries:

“The Holy Spirit supplies everything we need in order to follow Christ.”

“The Holy Spirit is one of God’s most precious gifts to His beloved children. The Spirit takes up residence within believers at the moment of salvation and empowers each one to overcome sin and live for God’s glory. (See John 15:26-27.) However, the Holy Spirit’s power can be hindered or ignored.

Walking by the Spirit denotes reliance upon Him. He leads the way and we follow. As He speaks, we listen, heed His warnings, and obey His directions. His way is a path of surrender, which, though sometimes difficult, leads to fullness of life. God’s Holy Spirit not only guides but also enables us, supplying everything needed for living righteously and producing His remarkable fruit in us (Gal. 5:22-23).

Being led by the Spirit should be the natural lifestyle of all sons and daughters of God. We should intentionally seek to maintain an awareness of His presence throughout the day. As we do, He makes us sensitive to the things of God and provides understanding about the situations and people in our life.

Take a walk with the Spirit today. Learn to recognize His voice by spending time in the Word and in prayer. Focus your thoughts on Him, asking for His guidance and looking expectantly for His leading.”

[Photo thanks to Marek Piwnicki at Unsplash]

[val-of-the-north]

Tibia Mariners and Those Lost in Death

While I am at it, I should talk about a detail found in Messmer's Shadow Keep. On the way to the Specimen Storehouse, you'll be faced with a peculiar sight: boats lit on fire.

This seems to be a callback to Viking funerals, except the boats are placed in a row and burnt on land. It's certainly an odd practice, but it might only be done this way because Messmer's forces are far from an accessible shore or water that's deep enough to perform it normally.

However, something else caught my eye. The boats looked quite familiar so I went back to check and...

It was the EXACT model as the boats used by the Tibia Mariners! Perhaps it is obvious seeing as the Messmer boats are used in a funerary rite, but I think it's still quite a significant connection, especially since the old Mariners have gotten quite a bit of new lore in the DLC. In Charo's Hidden Grave we can find the skulls of boatmen as a crafting material, presumably that of previous Tibia Mariners.

This is outright confirmed after finding the lone Tibia Mariner in the area, who upon defeat drops the Tibia's Cookbook, which describes them as the oldest of grave keepers.

(Btw I love the detail of the piece of lace cloth and golden ornaments, they are the same found on the Mariners themselves. They even come with the same ghostly glow)

This is quite the revelation, as prior to Shadow of the Erdtree we had no way of knowing that these guys actually predated the spread of Deathroot and Godwyn's transformation into the Prince of Death. And how could we doubt that, since they even drop Deathroot themselves? But there was something that most people have neglected to note about the Mariners, me included.

In the base game, the Tibia Mariner found in the Wyndham Ruins drops a spell called Tibia's Summons. This inconspicuous sorcery of the servants of death actually holds a perplexing description which mentions a group known as "Those Lost in Death".

There was something seemingly redundant and unexplained about these guys. What does "Lost in Death" mean? Why aren't they simply called "Those Who Live in Death"? It wouldn't blame anyone for assuming that this description just contains an outdated term for the undead before they stuck with the one used in-game. However, through the Tibia's Cookbook, we find a NEW reference to this same concept.

Roughly the same title (Those Lost in Death = one lost in death), the same underlying sentiment, and we have verifiable proof that the Tibia Mariners are outright ancient... so what's the deal with this? Well, I have a theory.

The descriptions of these things hint at the fact that the dead have been wandering for a very long time, and that they are in need of leadership. Before the DLC, it was easy to assume that the undead were simply a result of Deathroot, and the game seemed to suggest the same thing by stating multiple times that it was the origin of Those Who Live in Death...

... but that's the thing! Prior to Deathroot connecting them to Godwyn, the undead amounted only to shambling corpses. They were not LIVING in Death, but simply LOST in it, which is how the Mariners were able to control them in ancient times through the use of sounds, both their horns and the Calls of Tibia. It's only through the guidance of a lord, in this case the Prince of Death, that they found an identity and new life.

It's likely the undead waned in the era of Marika because of her elaborate Erdtree burials and general control of life and death. Heck, the figure of Rosus, who guides us to the Catacombs, must have also played a big part in their disappearance. His axe has a similar power to the Tibia's Summons and it's called Rosus's Summons. Its description also mentions that the dead easily lose their way, meaning that Rosus was meant to lend the dead a guiding hand. "Those Lost in Death" would be lost no more.

Without people Lost in Death, the Mariners kind of lost their purpose and vanished for a long time... until the Shattering and the rise of Those Who Live in Death of course. It might mean that the only reason they hold onto Deathroot is because it attracts and connects the new undead.

I guess Godwyn was meant to be a sort of "lighthouse" for all undead. He would make sure they never lost themselves but also that they would be allowed to live instead of being forced back to rest like with Rosus and Marika. Him being a "lighthouse" also fits the marine theme that all this death business is going for quite neatly I think...

But to return to what started this... maybe those boats lit on fire are Messmer's way of making sure the soldiers of his army aren't lost to death after their passing. A way to give them a proper rest the way Marika would have wanted, even though he is limited in what he can do about it. The Catacombs are now corrupted with Deathroots and Godwyn's corpse bodies, and guarded by his fervent golden Death Knights.

(P.S. - I didn't know where to put this, but "Charo" is one letter off from Charon, the ferryman of the dead in Greek mythology. Seeing as the place is connected to the Tibia Mariners, who shepherded Those Lost in Death in an age long past, I find that this connection might not be mere coincidence...)

[grey-sorcery]

[Title: Cleromancy: Bone & Dice Divination]

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Introduction

Cleromancy, the practice of divination through the casting of lots or objects, has ancient roots that span across various cultures and epochs. This esoteric art form operates on the principle that chance events can yield meaningful insights into personal queries or broader existential questions. Throughout history, cleromancy has served diverse purposes, from guiding decision-making to uncovering hidden truths about the self and the universe. The tools used in this practice—ranging from bones and sticks to stones and seeds—each carry unique significance, shaping the divinatory process.

Historical Contexts of Cleromancy

Ancient Practices

Mesopotamian and Babylonian societies were among the earliest to document ritualistic practices linked to divination and spirituality. In these ancient civilizations, practitioners, often referred to as “baru” (diviners), would interpret the will of the gods through various means, such as hepatoscopy (reading the liver of a sacrificed animal) and extispicy (examining the entrails of sacrificed animals). The Babylonian Enuma Anu Enlil texts, a series of clay tablets, detail these divinatory practices, emphasizing their importance in both personal and state matters. This integration of ritual and divination laid the groundwork for later spiritual practices in the region. This use of Divination laid the groundwork for future divinatory practices.

Yi Jing (westernized as "I-Ching") (c. 1600–1046 BCE)

The Yi Jing’s earliest form can be found in oracle bone inscriptions from the Shang dynasty , where diviners would inscribe questions on bones or turtle shells and apply heat until they cracked. The patterns of these cracks were interpreted to provide guidance or foretell outcomes. Over time, these divinatory practices were codified into a text.

By the time of the Western Zhou dynasty (c. 1046–771 BCE), the I Ching had taken on its more recognizable form, consisting of hexagrams (six-line figures) that represent different states and conditions. The text consists of 64 hexagrams, each accompanied by commentary, which reflects philosophical concepts such as yin and yang, the interplay of opposites, and the cyclical nature of life.

Ancient Greece (c. 800 BCE - 200 CE)

In ancient Greece, divination was integral to religion, politics, and daily life, with cleromancy appearing in multiple forms. One of the earliest Greek forms of cleromancy was astragalomancy, or the casting of knucklebones (often from sheep or goats), to discern future events. The bones were thrown, and their positions were interpreted based on specific symbolic meanings assigned to each side or face. Astragalomancy evolved into the use of dice, where each roll was understood as divinely influenced.

Additionally, the Greek practice of sortition, which involved drawing lots from a container to determine divine will, was widespread. Sortition was used not only in religious contexts but also for political purposes, such as in the selection of officials. In some cases, olive leaves, stones, or pieces of pottery would be inscribed with names or symbols and drawn randomly. This method underscored the belief that even randomness could reflect the will of the gods.

Medieval and Renaissance Practices

Early Germanic Use of Runes (ca. 150-500 CE)

The oldest known runic inscriptions date back to around 150 CE. The Elder Futhark, the earliest runic alphabet used by Germanic tribes, consists of 24 characters and is found on various objects such as weapons, amulets, and stones. These inscriptions often had a ritual or magical purpose, suggesting that from early on, the runes held spiritual significance beyond their use as a writing system.

It is believed that the Germanic tribes, particularly the Goths, used runes in divinatory practices during the early centuries of the Common Era. The Roman historian Tacitus, writing around 98 CE in Germania, describes how the Germanic tribes would cast lots made from carved wooden slips (possibly inscribed with runes), interpreting the way they landed as messages from the gods. According to Tacitus:

"For divination and casting lots they have the highest regard. Their procedure is simple. They cut off a branch from a fruit-bearing tree and slice it into strips. These they distinguish by certain marks and throw them, completely at random, on to a white cloth. Then the priest of the state, if the question is a public one, or the father of the family, if it is private, prays to the gods and, gazing at the sky, picks up three of the strips, one at a time, and reads their meaning from the marks previously scored on them."

Tacitus’ description aligns with what we know about early cleromantic practices among Germanic tribes, though runic divination likely evolved into a more specialized form in later centuries.

Ifá in West Africa (ca. 8th Century CE)

The roots of Ifá divination can be traced back to the Yoruba people of present-day Nigeria and Benin, likely emerging as early as the 8th century CE. The practice is centered on communication with the orishas, or spiritual entities, and the diviner (called a babalawo or "father of mysteries") plays a critical role in interpreting divine will through the casting of sacred objects, usually palm nuts or cowrie shells.

Ifá divination involves the casting of 16 palm nuts or cowrie shells, which generate specific patterns that correspond to verses in the Odu Ifá, the sacred text of the Ifá religion. The Odu Ifá contains a vast collection of oral literature, including myths, proverbs, and prayers, which the babalawo uses to interpret the client’s query. Each configuration of the palm nuts or shells is associated with one of the 256 odu (divinatory figures), which hold specific meanings and are linked to different aspects of life, such as health, relationships, and spiritual guidance.

The Ifá system became the foundation for many other African divinatory systems, influencing the divinatory practices of neighboring ethnic groups, such as the Fon people of Benin, who practice Fa divination, a similar form of cleromancy.

Geomancy (ca. 7th Century)

Geomancy, a highly structured form of cleromancy, is believed to have originated in the deserts of North Africa or the Arabian Peninsula, likely among Berber or Bedouin peoples. The word “geomancy” comes from the Greek geo (earth) and manteia (divination), meaning "divination by the earth." However, its original Arabic name, ilm al-raml (the science of the sand), suggests its origins as a method of casting and interpreting patterns made in the sand.

Islamic Geomancy (8th-13th centuries)

During the Islamic Golden Age, geomancy was refined and systematized into a detailed form of divination. Islamic scholars integrated numerology, astrology, and the philosophical traditions of Greek thought into their practices. Using dots or lines drawn in the sand, geomancers would generate a series of 16 figures, which were interpreted based on a complex set of rules involving astrology and cosmic correspondences.

Geomancy was highly respected in the Islamic world, where it was considered a legitimate science. Islamic geomancers like Al-Kindi and Al-Farabi wrote extensively on the subject, codifying its principles and ensuring its spread throughout the Mediterranean, including into Europe. These writings formed the basis for later geomantic traditions in Europe, where the practice became popular during the Middle Ages.

European Geomancy (12th-13th Century)

Geomancy made its way into Europe during the Middle Ages, likely through Spain and Sicily, regions where Islamic and Christian cultures mingled. Latin translations of Arabic texts on geomancy became widely available, and European scholars like Hugh of Santalla and Gerard of Cremona further refined the art. By the 12th century, geomancy was well-established in Europe, where it became known as the "art of the earth."

Unlike other forms of divination, geomancy did not require complicated tools or astronomical calculations, making it accessible to a wide audience. It was often practiced by both learned scholars and laypeople. During the Renaissance, geomancy was considered one of the seven forbidden arts, alongside astrology and necromancy, though it continued to be practiced by those seeking insight into political, personal, and spiritual matters. Renaissance occultists, including Cornelius Agrippa, wrote about geomancy in their works, further embedding it into the Western esoteric tradition.

Transatlantic Slave Trade and the Spread of Ifá (16th-19th Centuries)

With the transatlantic slave trade from the 16th to the 19th centuries, African religious traditions, including Ifá divination, were brought to the Americas by enslaved Africans. In Brazil, where a significant number of Yoruba people were forcibly relocated, Ifá was preserved and incorporated into the emerging Afro-Brazilian religion of Candomblé.

Ifá in Brazil and Candomblé (18th-19th Centuries)

In Brazil, Ifá divination became an essential aspect of Candomblé, which blends Yoruba beliefs with elements of Catholicism and indigenous Brazilian spirituality. The divinatory practice was maintained by Afro-Brazilian priests, known as babalorixás (male priests) and ialorixás (female priests), who performed Ifá-style readings using cowrie shells, a technique known as merindilogun.

The use of cowrie shells in Afro-Brazilian divination systems is closely related to Ifá, though certain adaptations occurred due to the blending of different African spiritual traditions in Brazil. The cowrie shells are cast in a way that generates patterns, which are interpreted by the priest in connection with the Odu Ifá or related Candomblé spiritual texts.

Candomblé grew throughout the 18th and 19th centuries, particularly in the state of Bahia, where Afro-Brazilian religious practices were preserved despite colonial efforts to suppress them. By the 19th century, the religion and its divinatory practices had become an integral part of Afro-Brazilian culture, and today, they continue to be practiced by millions of people in Brazil.

Santería and Afro-Cuban Divination (18th-19th Centuries)

A parallel development occurred in Cuba, where the Yoruba-based religion of Santería (or Regla de Ocha) developed, incorporating Ifá divination and the use of cowrie shells. Santería emerged in the 18th and 19th centuries as enslaved Africans in Cuba blended their spiritual practices with Catholicism. In Santería, diviners known as babalawos or santerosuse a system similar to Ifá to communicate with the orishas, seeking guidance on health, personal relationships, and spiritual matters.

Types of Objects Used

Bones and Sticks

Bones and sticks represent one of the oldest and most accessible forms of divination tools, deeply tied to their ubiquity in the natural environment. These items are often chosen for their varied shapes and textures, which allow for an array of interpretative possibilities. Bones, particularly those of small animals, may be selected for their durability and the unique characteristics they acquire through natural weathering or through specific preparation methods such as cleaning or carving. Sticks, on the other hand, may come from different species of trees, with variations in bark, length, and curvature serving as subtle signifiers within the practice.

The utility of bones and sticks lies in their simplicity and versatility. Their physical properties—whether straight, twisted, or fractured—can provide direct visual and tactile cues during a casting. For example, a bone with a sharp angle or curvature may prompt the practitioner to consider directional forces, while the texture of a stick might suggest either stability or the presence of external disturbances. Through these physical characteristics, a broad spectrum of meanings can be derived without relying on any specific cultural overlays.

Stones

In contemporary divinatory practices, stones serve as another widely used object due to their availability and the multitude of shapes and sizes they come in. The appeal of stones is often found in their permanence, as well as in their surface characteristics—whether rough or smooth, irregular or polished. The variety in color, density, and opacity found in different types of stones allows for a richer scope of interpretation, with attention often given to their weight and the sound they make when cast.

When stones are employed, the manner in which they land and interact with each other during casting becomes central to interpretation. Some practitioners might choose stones based on the aesthetic or tactile resonance they feel with a specific stone, but the focus remains primarily on their physical interaction in the casting process. This could involve examining patterns created by how the stones cluster or spread across the chosen casting surface. The distance between stones and their orientation may hold significance, depending on the diviner’s system of interpretation.

Seeds and Nuts

Seeds and nuts offer a unique category of divinatory objects due to their association with growth and potential. Their lightness and ability to roll or bounce during casting creates a dynamic method of reading that introduces an element of movement not found with heavier objects like bones or stones. Seeds can be chosen from a variety of plants, with the specific type of seed or nut often lending additional layers of interpretation. 

The trajectory, bounce, and eventual resting place of these objects can form the basis of interpretation. Practitioners might focus on the directionality of their motion, or how groups of seeds or nuts form patterns as they settle. These items are particularly useful for those seeking to incorporate a more kinetic dimension into their practice, as they often move further and in less predictable ways than heavier or more static objects. Additionally, their association with cycles of growth and change can serve as an interpretative axis, allowing for insights into processes of transformation and potentiality.

Other Types of Objects

Beyond the more commonly used materials, diviners might also incorporate a wide array of other objects into their practices. Small, everyday items such as buttons, shells, or pieces of glass can also be used, each contributing their own symbolic resonance. Buttons, for example, might suggest themes of connection or closure, while shells may speak to protection or the hidden depths beneath a surface. The eclectic nature of these objects means that their meanings are often determined by the individual diviner’s relationship with the object itself, rather than any intrinsic property of the material.

Casting Techniques

Simple Toss Method

The simplest and perhaps most intuitive casting method is the toss, wherein the objects are held in the hand or gathered in a container and thrown onto a surface. This method relies on the randomness of the toss to generate patterns that the practitioner can interpret. The diviner’s focus is on how the objects land—whether they cluster together, remain isolated, or overlap—and what these configurations might suggest in terms of the query or situation at hand.

Using Casting Tools

For those who prefer a more controlled approach, various tools can be employed to assist with the casting process. Cups, tubes, or even dice towers can be used to direct the fall of objects, ensuring a more regulated distribution during the casting. These tools provide a level of precision that the simple toss does not, allowing the diviner to control the dispersion of the objects while still allowing for chance to play its role. Some may feel that using such tools introduces a necessary balance between randomness and structure, enhancing the interpretative process by providing a consistent starting point for each reading.

Complex Pattern Casting

In more advanced forms of divination, the position and interaction of the cast objects become critical. Complex pattern casting looks at factors such as whether objects make contact with one another, overlap, or land in specific orientations. For example, two stones touching might suggest convergence or unity, while a seed landing upright could indicate stability or resilience. The diviner must then interpret these spatial relationships, often finding nuanced meaning in the way the objects interact on the casting surface. This method requires a deeper understanding of symbolism and is favored by more experienced practitioners who seek a more layered reading.

This technique is particularly useful for diviners who seek a balance between spontaneity and structure, as it allows for a degree of unpredictability while still maintaining a framework for interpretation. The position of the objects within the designated areas becomes a focal point for analysis, offering more detailed insights based on their relative placement.

Use of Casting Surfaces

The surface upon which objects are cast plays a significant role in shaping the reading. Diviners may use cloths, boards, or other surfaces marked with symbols or grids that correspond to different areas of life or elements of the self. For example, a board marked with a four-quadrant system might designate different domains—emotional, physical, intellectual, and spiritual—and the location of objects within these quadrants helps guide the reading.

Symbolism and Interpretation

Common Symbols and Their Meanings

Common symbols emerge organically from the objects used. For instance, a broken bone might symbolize disruption or fragmentation, while a smooth stone could suggest continuity or stability. These interpretations depend largely on the diviner’s system of symbolism, which can be personal or based on broader associations. Disclaimer: The following list of common correspondences is intended for inspiration purposes only. Correspondences may vary based on cultural context, personal experiences, and the specific cleromancy systems employed. Practitioners are encouraged to explore and adapt these meanings according to their individual beliefs and interpretations.

Bone: Transition, connection to ancestry, strength ; fragmentation, loss, decay   

Stick: Directionality, stability, grounding ; rigidity, inflexibility, barriers   

Stone: Endurance, reliability, permanence ; coldness, stagnation, obstinacy   

Seed: Potential, growth, renewal ; vulnerability, uncertainty, chaos   

Nut: Fertility, protection, sustenance ; hardness, concealment, difficulty in access   

Shell: Shelter, emotional depth, intuition ; isolation, fragility, superficiality   

Button: Connection, unity, completion ; closure, restriction, limitation   

Leaf: Transformation, life cycles, rejuvenation ; impermanence, fragility, loss   

Feather: Freedom, lightness, spirituality ; detachment, lack of grounding, impermanence   

Coin: Prosperity, material wealth, luck ; greed, loss, superficiality   

Glass: Clarity, insight, reflection ; fragility, distortion, breakability   

String: Connection, continuity, binding ; entanglement, restriction, tension   

Key: Access, opportunity, solutions ; secrets, barriers, confinement   

Mirror: Self-reflection, truth, clarity ; illusion, deception, superficiality   

Flower: Beauty, growth, love ; ephemerality, impermanence, superficiality   

Wood: Stability, grounding, nourishment ; decay, rot, obstruction   

Stone Sphere: Wholeness, unity, completion ; confinement, lack of growth, stagnation   

Candle: Light, guidance, hope ; danger, destruction, fragility   

Wool: Warmth, comfort, protection ; heaviness, limitation, entrapment   

Pine Cone: Potential, renewal, resilience ; rigidity, closed-off nature, unresponsiveness   

Chalice: Abundance, emotional fulfillment, nurturing ; excess, waste, emotional overwhelm   

Bowl: Containment, safety, balance ; emptiness, lack, deprivation   

Rock Crystal: Clarity, purity, heightened perception ; coldness, detachment, aloofness   

Dice: Chance, uncertainty, opportunity ; randomness, chaos, unpredictability   

Anchor: Stability, grounding, safety ; heaviness, being weighed down, stagnation   

Variations in Interpretation

Interpretation varies significantly between practitioners. One person might interpret the same object differently based on personal experience or the context of the reading. This fluidity of meaning is a key aspect of contemporary practice, where individual intuition plays a large role in shaping interpretations. The dynamic interplay between object, context, and personal resonance ensures that each reading is uniquely tailored to the practitioner. 

Role of the Diviner in Interpretation

The diviner serves as the intermediary between the cast objects and the querent, weaving together the symbols into a coherent narrative. Their ability to read the patterns, variations, and nuances of each cast is central to providing meaningful insights. While each system provides a framework of meanings and correspondences, diviners often bring their unique perspectives, experiences, and intuitions into the practice. This individuality allows for an array of interpretations, as personal insights may resonate more deeply than strict adherence to predefined rules. A diviner might find significance in symbols that diverge from traditional meanings, fostering a more personalized and resonant reading. 

Cleromancy Mat Design Examples

This mat is best used for tools for generalized readings. The mat itself doesn't command control of interpretation, rather it works with pieces and the diviner to generate unique interpretations for each throw.

This mat is best for diviners who want to do a lot of personal interpretations, since it doesn't provide much in the way of meaning. There are only 8 quadrants that can have assigned correspondences. With this mat, interpretation is derived mostly from the pieces, how they interact, and the discretion of the diviner.

This mat contains a lot of information. The pieces used on this mat should be more limited in terms of the complexity of their correspondences. This mat will assign more meaning to each interaction than the prior two mats. 

Creating your own method

When creating your own cleromancy system, the first critical step involves establishing a solid foundation. This foundation should be rooted in a conceptual framework that aligns with your overarching worldview or philosophical beliefs. Begin by determining the central theme or principle that will guide your practice. Whether the aim is self-reflection, decision-making, spell-verification, or something more abstract, having a clear focus will provide structure and coherence to your system. Defining this framework allows you to cultivate a personal connection with the tool and ensures that each step, symbol, and material used is deliberate and meaningful.

Once the conceptual framework is in place, you can move forward with selecting symbols and materials that resonate with you. The items you choose—whether stones, tokens, or other objects—should evoke a particular significance or meaning. The materials may carry personal associations, cultural relevance, or simply evoke a sense of utility for the task at hand. This personal resonance strengthens your connection to the practice and deepens the interpretive potential of the cleromancy system.

The next step is to design a coherent divination method, beginning with the assignment of symbols or values to your chosen items. This process involves either creating new symbols or adapting existing ones from other systems. Each symbol should hold a distinct meaning, and it is important to establish a clear framework for interpreting them. Whether this involves numerical values, positions relative to each other, or some other organizing principle, having an established interpretive guide will enhance the accuracy and clarity of your readings. The method should be fluid enough to allow growth but structured enough to provide consistency.

Casting techniques form the backbone of any cleromancy practice. The way in which materials are cast or arranged can significantly influence the interpretation of the results. Various casting techniques can be explored, from throwing or scattering the materials to laying them out methodically or randomizing their arrangement. Each technique carries its own nuances, and it is important to consider how the method of casting affects the overall energy or tone of the reading. This choice should complement the nature of the symbols and the guiding concept of your system.

After designing the method, the next phase involves developing guidelines for interpreting the outcomes. The structure for interpretation can be fixed, fluid, or context-dependent, depending on your system’s needs. If your system involves interaction between symbols—such as when certain items land near each other or align in specific ways—these interactions may offer additional layers of meaning. It is essential to create a clear process for evaluating these outcomes, one that is both logical and intuitive, allowing for deeper insight as you gain experience.

Lastly, maintaining a record-keeping system is invaluable. Documentation allows you to track patterns and outcomes, providing the opportunity to analyze how interpretations evolve over time. This, in turn, helps refine the system. By systematically recording results, you can observe recurring themes or symbols and adjust your framework accordingly, ensuring that your cleromancy practice remains dynamic and adaptive.

Through continual testing and refinement, your cleromancy system will grow into a robust tool for exploration and insight. Conduct multiple readings to test its efficacy, and make adjustments based on your observations. Over time, with regular integration into your personal practice, you will gain greater clarity, leading to deeper understanding and a more nuanced approach to the art of cleromancy.

Scientific and Mathematical Correlations to Bear in Mind in Order to Avoid Statistical Bias in Tool Design

Probability and Randomness: Statistics, Chaos Theory, Complexity Science, and Determinism

Randomness, as it pertains to divinatory tools such as cleromancy, is a nuanced concept grounded in mathematical theories of probability and chaos. When one casts dice, bones, or any similar objects in cleromancy practice, the assumption is that the results are left to chance or fate. However, from a mathematical perspective, "randomness" is a much more rigorous concept.

In the framework of probability theory, randomness refers to the outcome of events that cannot be predicted with certainty, even if all preceding conditions are known. In cleromancy practices, the user often interprets each cast as holding significance. This belief system interacts with randomness in complex ways, with each cast seen as uniquely meaningful. Despite this, mathematical understanding shows that, given enough trials, patterns in randomness tend to adhere to statistical laws.

Chaos theory, which explores systems highly sensitive to initial conditions, provides another layer of understanding for cleromancy tools. Even a minuscule difference in the force applied to a set of dice or the exact angle at which lots are thrown can result in radically different outcomes. Thus, while cleromancy acts may appear chaotic on the surface, they are mathematically deterministic—each outcome is a function of initial conditions and forces applied to the system.

Mathematical Models of Casting Outcomes

Mathematical models allow us to create a structured approach to understanding the casting of lots or dice. In probability theory, each possible outcome of a dice roll or lot casting can be assigned a numerical probability based on the total number of possible outcomes. For example, when casting a single six-sided die, each face has a 1/6 probability of appearing. These models are useful not only for understanding how frequently certain results occur but also for recognizing when certain patterns or clusters of outcomes deviate from what we would expect in a random distribution.

Complexity science, a field that studies how small interactions among components can result in emergent behaviors, provides another lens through which to view casting outcomes. Cleromancy operates within a complex system of inputs—ritualistic actions, environmental conditions, and the physical properties of the objects being cast—that lead to a seemingly infinite number of possible interactions. These interactions may produce clusters of outcomes that appear to follow discernible patterns, which, upon closer examination, may be random artifacts of a complex system rather than evidence of supernatural influence.

Understanding the mathematical properties of these tools is essential in minimizing confirmation bias and ensuring that tools are designed in ways that do not inadvertently favor particular outcomes over others.

Psychological Perspectives

While mathematical tools offer a way to predict outcomes probabilistically, cognitive biases significantly shape how individuals perceive and interpret the results of cleromancy or divinatory practices. One of the most prevalent biases in such practices is the "confirmation bias," where individuals unconsciously prioritize information that aligns with their pre-existing beliefs or expectations. In a divinatory context, a practitioner might focus on outcomes that seem relevant to their question or life situation while disregarding those that do not fit the narrative they seek to construct.

The "gambler's fallacy" is another psychological pitfall worth considering in these contexts. This bias leads people to believe that past outcomes will influence future random events, such as assuming that if a certain result has not occurred in several rolls, it is "due" to appear in the next cast. In reality, each casting of dice or lots is independent, with the probability of each outcome remaining constant regardless of previous events. Failure to account for this fallacy can lead to misinterpretation of divinatory outcomes, imbuing them with a false sense of significance.

To mitigate the effects of these cognitive biases, it is vital to approach the design and interpretation of divinatory tools with an understanding of psychological tendencies. A mathematically balanced system of casting outcomes can help minimize the tendency to read too much into any particular result. Additionally, consistent training or critical self-reflection can help practitioners recognize when their judgments may be clouded by bias.

Statistical Analysis with Dice as an Example

Analyzing Patterns and Frequencies within Mathematical Dimensions

Statistical analysis can provide insight into the distribution of casting outcomes, especially in dice-based divination. When conducting repeated trials of dice rolls, the results can be plotted to visualize the distribution of outcomes. In an ideal random system, each outcome would occur with roughly the same frequency over time. For instance, in a six-sided die, each number should appear approximately 1/6th of the time across a large number of rolls.

By analyzing the frequency of different outcomes, one can determine whether the tool is generating results consistent with random distributions or whether there are biases in the casting method. If certain outcomes appear significantly more or less often than expected, this may indicate a problem with the tool's design, such as uneven weight distribution in dice or flaws in the casting process. Such analysis is essential to avoid statistical bias and ensure fairness in the interpretation of results.

Comparing Outcomes with “Random” Distributions

Once patterns have been analyzed, comparing the actual outcomes of dice rolls or lot castings with theoretical random distributions can reveal important insights. For instance, a statistical technique such as the chi-square test can be employed to compare observed frequencies with expected frequencies. If there is a significant difference, it may suggest that the tool is not functioning in a truly random way.

This comparison helps ensure that the tool adheres to mathematical principles of probability, thus providing a baseline of fairness and accuracy in its use. Additionally, it guards against the possibility of subconscious manipulation of outcomes, where practitioners may—unintentionally or not—alter the casting process in ways that favor certain results. In conclusion, a strong grounding in statistical principles is essential for the design and use of divinatory tools, ensuring that they operate in ways that avoid unintentional biases and misinterpretations.

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CHARACTER INTRODUCTION:

Isla Dandy✨🦇

Class: Balance Difficulty: ★★★☆☆

Her grace, like a blade The Nightless sorceress of vampiric ballet

Isla Dandy is the daughter of Slayer and Sharon - born from love, legacy, and something far older. A rare hybrid of human and vampire, she wields the long-forgotten art of Nightless sorcery: a lost magic shaped by instinct, memory, and silence held between heartbeats.

Raised within the candlelit halls of Villa Vampir, Isla grew up among tea rituals, morning haiku’s, and whispers of bygone wars. Though soft-spoken, she moves like a dancer - each step deliberate, each gesture spellbound. In battle, her sigils spiral through the air like choreography, forming traps and wards with fluid precision. Every strike is part of a greater dance: poised, graceful, and deceptively lethal.

Though born into legend, Isla carries the burden of becoming something she never chose. Torn between two worlds and haunted by destinies whispered in dreams, she often questions where the legacy ends and where she begins. Yet even in the shadow of prophecy, she remains steadfast - rooted in compassion, guided by love, and believing, always, that gentleness can shape a future no fate could predict.

PROFILE:

Full Name: Isla Eleanor Dandy Pronouns: She/Her Species: Human-Vampire Hybrid (Nightless) Age: 17 Height: 4’11” (she levitates to make a point) Birthday: February 21st Origin: Villa Vampir (Transylvania) Blood Type: Unanalyzable

Houses: Ignis (Primary) / Aria (Secondary) Affiliation: Sanctum Unity Academy - Team IGNITE Weapon Type: Glyph sigils, vampiric ballet, and spell-augmented close combat Aura Color: Violet with shimmering silver layers Fighting Style: “Nightless Sigil Ballet” - graceful zoning mixed with arcane strikes and inherited Slayer-style elegance

Hobbies: • Studying forgotten branches of magic • Dueling practice with Nova • Dream journaling • The fine arts • Cat whispering (just ask Sir Meowington) • Writing haikus in ink that glows when she’s thinking too hard  Likes: • Enchanted tea • Moonlit dancing • Forgotten spells • Soft poetry • Stargazing • Quiet Kindness Dislikes: • Sunburns • Forced destinies • Messy spells • Being underestimated • When Nova punches her juice boxes open “for fun”

OTHER NOTABLE FEATURES:

Often accompanied by her magical familiar, a tiny silver kitten named Sir Meowington the Brave - loyal, clever, and trained in both tea etiquette and battle (in that order)

Carries a parasol named Noctelune - a sunshield that doubles as a magical focus and elegant bludgeon. (Not part of her standard moveset.)

QUICK FACTS:

Daughter of Slayer and Sharon; wears a fleur-de-lys hairclip as her family crest.

Her aura shimmers like moonlight on frost, with tiny glowing sigils across her skin.

Wears gloves for precise spell casting.

Has memorized every poem Slayer recited to her as a child.

Inherited Sharon’s silence - not as coldness, but as a protective shield

Feels emotional echoes in sacred places and old battlegrounds.

Sharon still brushes her hair every evening when they’re together.

Her first spell, Echoheart, bloomed the moment Slayer first held her - unfolding every heartbeat, every instance of love she had known from the womb onward.

Dreams of people and places she’s never known - echoes of the past or glimpses of the future.

Terrible at playing it cool; levitates, stutters, or spills tea when flustered.

Secretly fears she’s too human for the Nightless, and too Nightless for the humans.

Loves her father deeply, but worries she’ll never match his composure or strength.

Keeps tea sachets in her spell pouch - believes there’s a brew for every emotional emergency.

“My father once told me, ‘Power should never shout.’ So I learned to whisper… and let the magic do the talking.” - Isla Dandy

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Chirurgeon Roguish Archetype | The doctor will see you now. You might not see them, though

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This is a subclass I've been meaning to make for a while now. Those who have played pathfinder 1e may know of the Vivisectionist Alchemist Archetype. This is not a conversion of that, but I am borrowing its vibes. Someone practicing surgery that has more familiarity with the concept of bodies than actually bodies. While I do not replace medicine checks with nature checks, I do use sneak attack for healing… which is the same thing, right?

Bonus Proficiency

I don't believe that medicine is within the list of skills that rogues can get access to. Nor do I believe that the kind of background that would lead to a character that would take this archetype would get it either, so this was a no brainer. Also, in following with my preference to adding diversity to skill abilities, and sort of a reference to the vivisectionist, Dex to medicine. You need a steady hand, you see.

Bedside Manner

This is similar to song of healing, but because I don't want to step on the bard's toes nor did I want to deal with a scaling dice. But while this isn't big and exciting, battle medicine seems more balanced for a later level, besides 2d6 wouldn't be that great here.

Battle Medicine

I'd prefer this to be a 6th level feature, but you know that rogues aren't allowed to have nice things. This is inspired by the pathfinder 2e feat of the same name, with a slightly stricter limitation. I still think pathfinder wanting HP to be functionally infinite, so 1 per day per person.

Bolster Companions

Well, battle medicine is limiting, I admit, so have a little boost.

Rapid Revival

Cunning action raise the dead (non magical)

Sawbones

I mean, if your medicine comes from your knowledge of anatomy, it stands to reason that your stabbing skills would improve with you improved medical knowledge. Flawless logic

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the Chicken furthermore tries to convince you to practice sorcery in a fun and fulfilling way

There is a difference between practicing goal-oriented practical sorcery, and placing the entire value of your sorcery on whether or not you achieved the goal. One of these things is soul-crushing.

Practicing sorcery should be it's own reward. The actual steps you are performing should be stuff that you like, or thrills you, or captures your fascination. As an activity, practicing sorcery should be satisfying regardless of whether or not the spellwork manifests properly.

If the sorcery on your plate is not satisfying, compost it and return to the endless buffet and try a different type of sorcery.

If you do not have the things you need, your first step to a spell becomes innovation. What is the purpose of the thing in the spell, and how can it be replaced?

A spell can be cast with a length of string, or a paper and pen. Or with a bit of crayon. Or a dead fly. Or with just you.

Sorcerous knowledge tends to reveal itself when the clutter of correspondences is placed aside, so having few things to practice with is not a curse.

You do not need an interpersonal spiritual friendship with every single spirit you want to work with in magic. YOU DO NOT.

Interpersonal friend relationships with spirits should probably be reserved for very special spirits in your "inner court," the beings with which you choose to share your life and that you honor as teachers and guides.

Many spirits are pleased to assist with magic, but have no interest in getting to know us personally.

Imagine if everyone in your askbox wanted to ask you for help on something you're knowledgeable about, but instead of just asking for help, they first wanted to DM you for a few weeks to make sure you're comfortable with being asked for help, meanwhile on your correspondence chart pinned post it says "I can help with [topic]! Just ask!"

Asking spirits for help in magic is a good, valid way to start building a relationship with them.

Repeatedly calling on the same spirit or type of spirit over and over in spellwork is a fantastic way to deepen your relationship with them.

Working with a spirit in magic does not mean you are obligated to build a shrine to it, venerate it, talk to it outside of spellwork, or any of that.

Practicing sorcery is not the same thing as casting a spell. Practicing sorcery also means practicing the composite skills which come together to make a spell.

A spell is like a completed painting. But to make that painting, the artist needed several skills: the ability to sketch the scene, knowledge of how to apply and work with their paint, color theory, an understanding of how to render landscapes, and so forth. As a sorcerer, your skillset might be imbuing intent, raising energy, centering and grounding, practicing trance, practicing psychism or divination, etc. As you gain familiarity with these things, spells become less like an imposing stranger, and more like someone you're sure you've met before.

Practice can be it's own reward, but discipline is often required for progress.

Raising energy once a day, forever? I think not.

Raising energy once a day for seven days? Or, dedicating to doing it a total of ten times this month? Perhaps so.

An artist may not be in love with every single step of the process, and sometimes a sorcerer may have to get good at a skill that's not their favorite. But if no part of the process sparks joy, then something is wrong.

Sucking at something is the first step to being kind of good at something. Be reasonable with yourself: does the beginner artist doodle a landscape, then look at their work and declare that their art "doesn't work"?

Not every witch is talented at every sort of sorcery. Not creating a potent prosperity spell after five tries doesn't mean you're bad at magic. It might mean that your current understanding of prosperity magic precludes good results, or that you are casting on one very intransigent situation, or that your true talents lie in destruction and chaos instead of peaceful growth.

Set practice goals, give it an honest go, and move on when the time is right: "I am going to practice raising Fire energy and putting it into this stone using the Pore Breathing method. I'm going to do it fifteen times." (3 months later): "That sucked and it never worked, but I did it all fifteen times. Next I'm going to do a grounded roots visualization and use it to channel water energy to cleanse my room." (10 days later): "That was awesome, I want to do it more than 15 times."

Play around and be silly with it. Taking your path seriously is not the same thing as taking your path somberly.

Sports teams practice drills to be ready for game day. Sorcerers are wise to take a page from their book, because when real-life game day arrives, it feels much better to deal with it when you know you've been having pretty good success with channeling water energies, so maybe it's best to do something with that, because you can't move fire for dick.