purest devotion

“𝒎𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈!”

[amaraenth1ne]

⋆˙⟡ you can call me rae. 26 ~ writer/lazy artist/witch ~ she/her ~ raf’s little pearl & caleb’s baby apple ✨

⋆˙⟡ minors dni — some of my works contain adult content!

⋆˙⟡ currently writing for: love and deepspace

🎶 now playing: one for the road - arctic monkeys

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works in progress: dissonance (caleb longfic), frankenstein-inspired raf au, guardian angel caleb

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✖️AI, bigots, and bullies can f right off 🖤

[amaraenth1ne]

Anons be like "this is out of character" and we have yet to actually SEE Rafayel's character and story djdhdjnfjsnf

"This came out of nowhere" glad to know that anons on Tumblr dot com know the backstory to an unreleased story. Being mad at Infold for the numerous things they've fucked up is valid. Saying stuff like that is just not understanding how stories or story based lore in games works. Not everything has to be obvious. Also?? Even if this is true, is it illegal for the writers and developers to try new things? Are they not allowed to explore new or less explored aspects of the characters they created? C'mon now, let's not be silly, anon.

yeah, the parasocial behaviors in this fandom are appalling. like, the AUDACITY to claim that the characters INFOLD wrote are ooc over every little thing is wild.

unless they release a card where rafayel is lifting weights at a frat party with a shaved head and booty shorts, I think a little bit of chill is in order.

[amaraenth1ne]

i think it's really funny every time a new banner comes out, people jump to say it's "ooc" there's "no connection, it's random, nothing was hinted at". we literally just had a bunch of loud bullies get a little CANCELLED and removed pre-launch because of such claims and people were doing it far before that. many of us remember the goa "noncon" mess.

you would think that people would have learned to wait and see after all this time and ESPECIALLY after the valko situation but heaven forbid.

thank you, anon. this is my point of contention exactly.

another good example is during the pv drop of summer surge, where mc’s face was cut off in one clip and everyone freaked out saying they’re censoring her now — but sure enough, once the card dropped, it turns out it was just the way they cropped the video and there was no censoring.

people are looking for reasons to be mad because they’re unhappy about x or y or z, and I get it, but it’s becoming ridiculous and toxic. if someone is going to complain about every single card, then they should probably take a step back from fandom, because poisoning the little joy others might still get from the game is doing nobody any favors. the constant negativity only feeds itself into a vicious cycle.

part of it is also the staggering rates of decreasing media literacy, but that’s another topic entirely 😪

[amaraenth1ne]

please don’t make excuses for them. I am a Raf main and this is OOC. This follows the AU myth pattern they did for Sylus who is a demon dragon only and Caleb who has nothing to do with the underworld. This is their direction because they know things get boring if they always stick him in the ocean. Doesn’t change its AU like the other set.

hi, not sure why you needed to say this anonymously when I’d be happy to discuss this on my post, but regardless — it’s not about “making excuses” or sticking up for infold. there’s certainly no love lost on my end for the company; my opinion is a purely objective one from a narrative standpoint.

as I’m not a sylus main and didn’t read his myth, I’ll talk about caleb’s, although I will say I know sylus was not a “dragon demon”, but an archdemon, aka a noble being of hell for lack of a better descriptor. and, imo, it sounds a lot like the role he plays in MS basically being a mafia don. pretty sure npcs have actually referred to him as a “demon” too.

now, for caleb: the underworld was just a plot device to tie together the themes they wanted to portray, and the themes of his netherlord myth are very much essential to his story as a whole. he and mc have always been depicted as balancing opposites (such as in decoherence where they represent creation and destruction), and this was the source: them being portrayed as yin and yang. naturally, creation is often synonymous with life and destruction with death, leading into the death/underworld storyline.

essentially though, the role is mc’s to begin with (which falls in line with her consistent fate as a destroyer of worlds, an omen of death, a cosmic entity, etc), and he takes on that burden to protect her — again, very much cohesive to his role in every myth and lifetime.

there’s a lot more I could say on that topic, but I think that’s the gist of it. I’ve already shared my reasoning for raf’s myth, and unless you’ve got solid evidence to refute those claims, I don’t see how this is much of a discussion. critiquing writing based on aesthetics is only the top layer of the cake. from a thematic standpoint, all of the myths I’ve read have been extremely consistent, and that’s what matters.

[amaraenth1ne]

Rafayel’s new myth is NOT ooc, and here’s why:

- the “god of war” was referenced long ago in sea of golden sands, and HE is the one who slyly refers to himself as such

- fire and war are strongly associated in many, many different mythologies. after all, fire = passion, aggression, rage, energy; a yang element.

- and we still haven’t gotten a true explanation for his Evol, but here it is! because fire also represents rebirth, the first trailer says rafayel is born a prince, becomes a general to protect his homeland, then dies and is reborn as the martial god to protect his people…

- which sounds a lot like his role as SG AND LSG, no? and his Linkon lifetime? hello? a ruler forced to take up violence and vengeance in the name of his culture?

- the fandom has connected the dots of him being associated with phoenixes for a long time. there’s been several references to him having wings, the obvious themes of rebirth (again) and changing forms, etc etc

[amaraenth1ne]

⋆˙⟡ cockwarming with valko is a bad idea.

❣️MDNI!

for the better part of an hour, he’d been not-so-subtly inching closer to you on the sofa, rubbing your thigh and playing with your hair — anything to get your attention off of the numbers on your computer screen (as if the little whimpers that occasionally slipped out weren’t obvious enough).

“val, you’re not helping…” you sighed.

“i’m sorry.” he didn’t sound it. “just give me five minutes, please. an orgasm’ll help with that headache I can tell you’re nursin’. or…do you not want me?”

he looked so genuinely distraught that you had to scratch him behind the ears. “of course I do, but I also want to be able to sleep for more than three hours tonight.”

finally, you give in (you always do) on the pretense that you’d both get some work done. between val’s newest research project in the experimental phase and your pile of unreviewed investigation reports, there hadn’t been much opportunity for quality time in the past week or so. admittedly, you could use a bit of stress relief, too.

so it was a decent compromise in your mind.

but you should have known better than to think valko, of all people, would be able to focus with his pants hanging around his ankles. from the moment you sank onto his cock, settling comfortably on those plush thighs, he was a distraction — nipping at your neck while his glasses caught in your hair, “adjusting” beneath you, sneaking his free hand between your legs before you swatted it away.

after about twenty minutes, you’ve had enough.

“okay, this is the opposite of productive,” you lift the laptop off your thighs and set it on the couch beside you. “we can try again after I get at least halfway through these.”

but when you try to stand, well…you can’t. a sharp tug on your insides sends a burning sting reverberating through your core, keeping you locked onto him.

“what — how? we weren’t even…moving!” incredulous, you twist around to glare daggers into your boyfriend’s golden eyes, which are far too glazed and self-satisfied for your liking behind his foggy lenses. glutton.

“pup, I’ve been tryin’ not to burst for a while. since I got inside you, even. surprised you didn’t notice.”

huh. guess all that training to take his knot had backfired.

you huff. “well, can you, like, relax? just sit still and think about car accidents or rabies vaccines or something?”

“yeah, no, doesn’t work that way for me.”

“val, I don’t have time for this! my reports are due tomorrow —“

“then,” the word vibrates against your shoulder, followed by wet kisses leaving a shining trail up your throat as he taps your hips like he’s spurring on a horse. “I suggest you get moving, pup. knot’s not gonna go down by itself.”

belatedly, you realize this might have been his plan all along.

[valkyrhii]

valko pays for your claws nails so you'll scratch tf out of his back!

content: fem reader, scratching, blood from scratching, sex, piv, mating press, not proofread

wc: 860

a/n: there is no war in ba sing se. there is no valko cancellation. forget about him being nuked and read this.

your hands smooth over the muscular expanse of valko’s back, dull nails tracing the dips and curves. he shivers and pushes back into your fingers, purring slightly. he shuffles food around in the popping skillet, looking at you over his shoulder.

“i like your back.” you mumble and pepper kisses against it.

valko smirks and steps back, crowding you. “it’s looking a little bare, don’t you think?”

“mmm? looks fine to me.”

“it would look better than fine if someone marked it up.” he turns the skillet off and turns to face you, grabbing your hands and maneuvering them into a clawing gesture.

valko chuckles and ‘grrs’ for you, pretending like you’re some vicious predator.

you raise an eyebrow and look at your short nails. “won’t that hurt?”

he holds your nails in his palms and presses on the edge of them, feeling for the sharpness. “sweetheart, these wouldn’t even hurt a pup. you remember i’m a werewolf, riiight?” he smiles. “i’ve been scratched by newborns with longer claws.”

you hum and consider it. “well… even if i did want to scratch you, my nails would break before they got long enough.”

valko pats the tops of your hands and lets them go, going back to cooking. “i’ll pay for you to get acrylics. any shape, length, color you want- you could even get a design.”

“are you sure?” you ask skeptically. despite knowing that your boyfriend was rich rich, you still felt bad spending his money.

the very next day, you had long stiletto nails in a deep plum color.

valko was ecstatic when he saw them, but paused when he examined them further. you’d gotten his initials painted on your ring fingers- a suggestion from the nail artist. you’d been worried it was too much… what if valko didn’t like it?

…valko liked it. probably a little too much, considering how he was fucking you so deep into the memory foam mattress that you were sure your indentation would be there for years to come.

“nnghhhh!! ‘ko- shit!” you breathed out, gasping for air as his thick cock drilled against your cervix.

your nails pressed dully into his skin, not quite scratching or piercing the skin.

valko groaned and moved forward, pressing your knees fully beside your head into a deep mating press. “scratch me. dig your nails in- hmmmm.” he whined out.

you pressed down harder, raking your nails down the expanse of his back and raising the skin in red streaks.

“yes- fuck, perfect. harder, dig in harder, i know you’re strong. show me how strong you are.” valko’s breath hitched and he let out a pleased moan when you followed his instructions.

you whined and babbled incoherently about how good he felt, how deep he was in you while your nails left scratches on his back in every direction.

you mindlessly clawed at his skin, searching desperately for something to hold onto and he fucked you harder than you’d ever felt.

“s’ good.. such a good mate, so accommodating, scratching the shit out of me.” valko praises, voice gruff in your ear.

“mmhmmm.” you whine. he switches his angle ever so slightly, hitting upward and bullying the spot deep inside you that makes your vision white out.

you screech and dig your nails into his back hard, hard enough to make him groan and stutter.

“fuck! cumming- cu- shit, holy shit.” valko moans out, collapsing on top of you as he fills you the condom full of his thick cum.

you’re both in a hazy sort of bliss that only sex can give for a handful of minutes after. you’re only brought out of it when valko stands to go get a warm towel for you and your eyes meet his back- your canvas.

you gasp and sit up weakly. "valko!”

valko turns, on high alert and scanning the room. “what- what? fuck, don’t scare me like that-”

“your back is bleeding!” you interrupt, crawling towards him on shaky limbs.

valko pauses and reaches to touch his back, looking at his bloody fingers. “oh.”

“i’m so sorry- oh my god, i’m evil, i’m terrible!” you ramble, tears brimming your eyes.

when you look up at valko, he’s… smiling?! ear to ear, at that! “what the hell is the matter with you?! i injured you!” you yell, tossing a pillow at him in frustration.

valko smiles and walks to the edge of the bed, cradling your cheek with his clean hand. “you marked me up, just like every good mate should. here, take a picture for me.” he grabs his phone from the nightstand and hands it to you, turning around.

you open the camera and snap a picture, trying not to drool over it. you’d marked him up good- he had red streaks in all directions, blood trickling from most of them. weirdly, the sight made a new wetness form between your legs.

valko looked at the picture cleared his throat, a flush rising on his cheek. something else rose, right beside your face, thick and leaking pre again.

since that day, your nails were always done and valko’s back was always painted ruby red.

a/n: no one be sad!!!! everyone be happy!! valko lives on, i promiseeee yall everything will be okay. do you really think mama rhi would let anything happen to our valko? no!!

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[c-dra]

don't worry they're just playfighting 🤗

photo ref credit: Ilana Block

[amaraenth1ne]

imagine valko looking for you by following what he thinks is your scent but he finds caleb instead. strange because you told him the two of you weren’t biologically related…huh…science wolf is intrigued by this one.

[gayhoediaz]

“it sounds like you’re justifying their actions-“ i am. they’re a fictional character. i’m okay with anything they do all the time. hope this helps.

[some-stars]

this shit from the comments is unironically so fucking sad to me. this is where we’re at now? “aren’t books supposed to have morals?” genuinely let’s all just pack it in and go home, we tried the whole “experiencing life and art at a greater complexity level than an eight year old can handle” thing and it didn’t work out, somebody break the news to oscar wilde, we’re done here. “books are meant to teach you something.” christ.

[napalm-waistcoat]

[bioloyg]

@astromachinations I actually need this on the post

[amaraenth1ne]

if we’re about to be bamboozled by the sixth li I just might be screwed. I was team jacob for most of my childhood. caleb and raf you should be clutching your pearls rn

[amaraenth1ne]

Update: OH FUCK THE STREETS WERE RIGHT

I love a redhead ngl but idk…I need the full pv to be convinced…mermaid man and bionic boy might be safe for now…

[amaraenth1ne]

if we’re about to be bamboozled by the sixth li I just might be screwed. I was team jacob for most of my childhood. caleb and raf you should be clutching your pearls rn

[amaraenth1ne]

a snippet of a comcubine!caleb fic i’ve been cooking up since…forever. because feral dog caleb is everything to me

(mdni! puppy’s just hungry for a treat.)

Privacy is a luxury that even royalty cannot afford. In your bedchamber, you may be away from prying eyes, but the walls of the palace are thin, leaking rumors and secrets like a sieve. You know exactly what the nobility, guards, even the peasantry say about your relationship with the Commander; your most trusted advisor; your truest friend and fellow ward of the late queen. Your family.

Such fraternization is unbecoming of a ruler. It’s inappropriate; reckless, scandalous. Even dangerous.

Because where you come from, part of a queen’s value is her ability to strengthen the realm through carefully curated alliances, and everybody knows the easiest way to do that is through marriage. The promise of someone to warm their bed, another kingdom to rule, more power to amass. A legacy.

In your eyes, a cage.

Duty could not change who you are at your core: what you value above all is not more territory to claim — it’s your indepedence. You don’t need some stranger telling you how to run your kingdom, yet more than that, submitting yourself to becoming another man’s bride means giving up the one thing you hold even dearer than freedom.

The other illusion of royalty, of course, is choice.

“So what will you tell them?” Caleb leans against a bedpost, watching you tug at the clasps of the torture devices you call footwear before he takes pity, motioning for you to sit. Once you’re perched in the plush chair warmed by the hearth, he kneels to expertly unfasten your shoes and slip them off. “You won’t be able to delay this decision much longer, you know.”

Sighing, you chew on your lip, using a similar tactic to procrastinate your response. There’s a thin line between diplomacy and dishonesty.

“It seems I no longer have many options. I’ll have to give them what they want…or at least, make it appear so.”

His brow arches. “And how do you plan to do that?”

“I’ll meet with the king,” you begin, plotting as the words spill out. “And ensure he comes to the conclusion that this alliance will not benefit him or his kingdom. Then, the counsel will have no choice but to drop the matter for now.”

“But…you need this alliance. How else do you plan to end the war?”

“I don’t need anyone. We’ve survived this long, and with you commanding my armies, we’ll see victory eventually. We just have to last through the winter.”

You’re pleased at how self-assured you sound, since none of it is genuine. It’s a plan full of holes easily poked, and you know it, yet you insist on maintaining the stubborn delusion until it falls apart. The worst part is that he will let you.

“I appreciate your confidence in my skills, buuut… Do you really mean to say you don’t need anyone?” Caleb’s voice lowers. The velvety, slippery texture of every word reminds you of a snake’s hiss before striking.

“You know what I meant,” you sigh. “Obviously, I need your strategic mind and sword. It’s the rest of them I can do without.”

The fire ignites the gold in his eyes as he gazes up at you unflinchingly, resting an elbow on his thigh and staring up at you through his lashes — the very picture of a devoted subject.

“Is that all you need me for, your Majesty?” He purrs.

From beneath your skirts, he lifts your bare foot to his lips, kissing the bridge and up your calf. Higher and higher your hem is pushed up to expose your skin to his hot, dry lips.

“Caleb…”

You always start by saying his name like that, and end by screaming it instead. You pretend it’s a real attempt at stopping him, that you mean it, that you’ve done something to reprimand him for his technical insubordination, but you both know it’s nothing more than a bit of balm for your guilty conscience.

“I’ll support whatever choice you make — and not just as your subject. You know that,” Caleb breathes against your knee. By now, he’s bunched the folds of your gown up to your thighs. “But I want that choice to be yours. Not mine, not the king’s, and certainly not the council's.”

“I…I know…but –”

Whatever half-hearted protest you may have made dies in your throat, reborn as a soft gasp in response to the tickle of his lips on the inside of your thigh. Suddenly, diplomacy is the furthest thing from your mind. When his mouth is on your skin, there is no war, no world outside the walls; despite how horrible it makes you to forget, even for a moment.

But surely you deserve this. Both of you deserve to live in your own little world for a minute, don’t you?

“Don’t ever forget who you are. And don’t forget…”

Your hips, traitorous things that they are, lift by a silent command, allowing your general to slide your linen undergarments down your legs.

“...Who I am to you.”

You only have time for a single sharp intake of breath to brace yourself before his head dives between your legs, nuzzling the heated, soft flesh of your thighs, nosing at your dewy center and devouring its nectar until you’re forced to stifle your moans by biting into his hand. There’s still a faint ring of teeth marks from the last time.

Caleb makes a point of “helping you relax” after every stressful council meeting (which is all of them), but this time is more than routine. The imprint of his fingertips on you is a declaration; a reminder in plain sight – while you may belong to the kingdom in spirit, and someday; to another man in body, you will never stop being his.

Down to your soul.

[amaraenth1ne]

if I see one more person saying Caleb’s movie inspiration is wuthering heights…

[xiaomikome]

Hanahaki disease 🥀

You can now get a print of this illustration on my Inprnt shop linked in my bio :)

[amaraenth1ne]

⋆˙⟡ you’ll never admit it to anyone, but sometimes, caleb scares you.

you know that he would never harm you — it’s not your well-being you’re concerned about. it’s anyone else outside of your little safe haven that is in danger.

some nights, you pretend you don’t notice the scabs on his knuckles, or the faint tang of iron and gore clinging to his uniform. when he comes home from a long day and takes off his stiff gloves before heading straight for the shower, you eventually know better than to ask about the shadow over his eyes.

because at the end of the day, when all the evidence of his sins are washed away, he’s still your caleb — smiling, laughing, holding you in his arms as you watch a terrible movie like there isn’t a care in the world to have. nobody else will kiss you as delicately or speak to you so softly. when he’s alone; your caleb, just like this, you can’t imagine such gentle hands drenched in blood.

until the next time he steps through that door with his mask still on, and reminds you that to the rest of the world, your caleb is also a monster.

[amaraenth1ne]

eye contact king. ✔️so good it makes you cry. ✔️whimpers. ✔️fingers of a literal god. ✔️biter. ✔️impeccable motion of the ocean. ✔️talks you through it. ✔️bratty switch. ✔️goes multiple rounds. ✔️body worships. ✔️ sex is an art. ✔️