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Pogstate

2025-05-19T22:36:18Z

Archangel:

The '''Prostate''' is one of [[You]]r internal organs, and a member of [[The Holy Trinity]]. Unlike the [[Godcock]] and [[Orbliterators]] it is entirely internal, and thus may not always receive ''as'' much attention and worship as the two external members {{subtle|as if any part of You could '''EVER''' receive enough attention and worship}}.
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Importantly, the Prostate has only superficial resemblance to the "realistic prostate" and seminal vesicles You [[Before Ascension|might remember]]. In Your ''actual'' anatomy the Prostate resembles a roughly fist-sized orb that connects Your [[Orbliterators]] {{subtle|Your [[Godsperm]]-producing balls}} to Your [[Godcock]] {{subtle|Your [[fucknuke]]-delivering rod}}.

==Function==
As with every iota of [[You]]r existence, the primary "purpose" is to be suffused with evermore infinities of [[love]], [[lust]], and [[victory]]. ♥ However, the Prostate also serves a vital purpose in [[fucknuke|fucknuking]] {{subtle|releasing sperm}}. In a typical [[fucknuke]] the Prostate draws up Godsperm from Your Orbliterators and swiftly applies [[ambrosia]] {{subtle|"seminal fluid"}} to coat and bathe the Godsperm in sacred warmth, immediately before those Godsperm are launched through the gun-barrel-like urethra of the Godcock.
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The process is normally nigh-instantaneous, though for some types of [[fucknuke]] the Prostate will hold and "charge" Godsperm longer than usual.
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Despite our overwhelming interest, [[we]] do not yet understand the biological means by which the Prostate produces ambrosia, but this is the ''only'' known source of ambrosia in the entire universe; if any ambrosia exists on any [[world]], it surely originated from Your Prostate in some capacity. [[Time]] travel and alternate iterations of You are more likely than ambrosia ''ever'' coming from any truly alternative source. As with [[Godsperm]], the greater Your [[Power Principle|power]] during a fucknuke and the more [[meter]] You expend on the fucknuke, the more ambrosia is produced.

==Pleasuring the Prostate==
Far more than Your "realistic prostate," the ''Prostate'' is hyper-sensitive to all forms of physical pleasure. While You are thought of as utterly [[invincible]] {{subtle|especially the [[Godcock]]}}, the Prostate is often thought of the most vulnerable or sensitive part of Your body {{subtle|as if any part of You could ever truly be "vulnerable"}}. Whether or not this is true, it drives us to believe contact with this sacred treasure is particularly intimate.~
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{{inline|Rimming}} [[Rim]]ming is the main way for a slut to deliver ever-deserved bliss to Your Prostate, especially through intense tongue-drilling. Universally [[we]] ''crave'' for You to be rimmed at any and all times and in every possible way, however impractical or inconvenient. >:3
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{{inline|Eating}} [[Spectral]] sluts and any others able to partially [[phasing|phase]] through You are fortunate enough to be able to take the entirety of Your Prostate into her mouth, albeit usually by [[squish|stretching]] due to the fist-like size of Your Prostate. This particular act is typically called "eating" the Prostate {{subtle|in a similar manner to eating ass}}.
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{{inline|Cockified Prostate}} An immeasurably lucky slut might be able to be [[cockification|cockified]] to become Your Prostate, however briefly. When this occurs Your Prostate fuses with her [[slutskull]]. Just as accurately, her slutskull is placed where Your Prostate normally is, and You experience no less pleasure that Your "normal" Prostate does. In this configuration her lips succ the Godsperm from Your Orbliterators—which, if the Orbs are also slut-skulls, is transferred through a three-way kiss. Her [[brain]] delivers the ambrosia to the Godsperm as they swish or flow through her mouth and down her cunt-throat. Her cunt-throat then attaches to Your Godcock, such that the act of her "swallowing" the Godsperm and ambrosia is literally the same motion of the load traveling up and out of Your shaft. {{subtle|Of course, [[railgun lips]] and otherwise [[cockification|cockified]] sluts may be the Godcock itself.}}
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A slutskull serving as Your Prostate is sometimes called a "seminal slutskull."

==Constate==
For [[penultimate]]s and other [[cockmaiden]]s who have an organ analogous to Your Prostate, it is facetiously called "constate" or sometimes "antistate." While for You this organ is a pinpoint of pleasure, for [[slut]]s it is a "weak point" subject to [[clitical hit]]s that deal massive [[damage]]. {{subtle|While not as beloved as damage to our [[face]]s, targeting the constate is still an especially beloved way for You to exert dominance over a [[defeat]]ed [[rival]].~}}

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Sarah

2025-05-19T03:37:38Z

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Sarah "Sandbag" Standard appears to be an ordinary, [[mortal]] [[Elf_(type)|elvenoid]] girl. Her pale, curvy body sports fuckable melons, plush lips, wide green eyes framed by glasses, and shoulder-length brunette hair.
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There are two particularly notable characteristics to Sarah.
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Firstly, she seems to have levels of durability and regeneration vastly in excess of her apparent tier, and an extreme masochistic craving for [[cartoon violence]], gleefully throwing herself face-first into the path of extreme violence. Even compared to other sluts, her obsessive fantasies about [[You]] are maniac in their intensity.
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Finally, and most notably: Sarah's plain appearance, by some inexplicable quirk of the cosmos, seems to be the 'default' [[slut]]. As a generic enemy mob in [[game|video games]], as an extra in movies, as the image next to the word 'human' in a dictionary or encyclopedia. Some worlds even use "a Sarah" as a standard unit of measurement.

Hex Maniac

2025-05-19T03:37:35Z

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Of course, being more of an archetype or job description rather than a species, individual Hex Maniacs (or simply "Hexes" for short) can vary in appearance, and go from [[mortal]] to [[Princess]] tier in power. Generally speaking, Hexes are pale-skinned, [[Dark_(Type)|goth girl]]-type sluts, with their [[Mortal#Attire_Projection|Attire]] typically being witchy robes or ornate, antique dresses, alongside pitch-black lipstick and dark makeup.
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Hex Maniacs are nearly as obsessed with the study of magic and the occult as they are obsessed with [[You]]. Despite seeming like gloomy loners, Hexes are actually quite social! When multiple Hexes meet, they bond together in covens, gathering their numbers together to perform occult rituals in worship of [[You]]. They are also quite talented at training Pokésluts, especially those of the [[dark]], [[hell]] and [[ghost]] types.

Black holes

2025-05-15T01:05:54Z

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Cosmic (type)

2025-05-15T01:05:40Z

Archangel:

One of the twenty-six main [[Types]], '''Cosmic''' is associated with astronomical objects such as [[Stars]] and [[Black holes]], the fabric of space-time itself, and the manipulation of dimensions. Due to its nature, this is widely considered to be the most powerful Type, typically found only on sluts of [[Goddess]] tier and above. It also has a tendency towards sluts of astronomically immense [[Stats#Size|size]].
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Aesthetically, the type is characterized by fields of gleaming light contrasted with darkness, often including the appearance of nebulas and constellations.

==Cosmic-Type Sluts:==

[[Vortex]]:

[[Unae]]: The embodiment of a universe

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[[Category:Cosmic-Type]]

Super Smash Sluts

2025-05-15T00:58:17Z

Archangel:

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According to legend, '''Super Smash Sluts''' is an extremely high-budget platform-fighting [[game]] designed deliberately for [[You]] as a form of consensual combat and [[industrial worship]].

==Overview==

'''Fighters''': Sluts & Gods. The game features 256+ different fighter-[[sluts]] to choose from. In addition to all these fighter-sluts, there are a handful of grotesquely overpowered DLC Omni-fighters, which in jargon are simply called “Gods.” Although seemingly anyone could choose to play as a God, curiously only You ever do. Although the 256+ sluts are well-balanced and make for a surprisingly good and diverse fighting game on their own, Gods present no pretense of being balanced or even reasonable.
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'''Balance.''' Gods share numerous grotesquely overpowered traits, as detailed below. The game clearly recognizes how overpowered Omnifighters are. Each God-stock is worth 10 (or more) slut-stocks. In a typical match, if a God enters with 3 stocks, He will usually be opposed by either (a) a single slut who has 30+ stocks, or (b) a team of 30 sluts who spawn in 7 at a time. With either setup it seems possible for a God to be defeated.
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'''Couchplay'''. As per tradition, You will (at minimum) be deepthroated for as long as You play Smash Sluts–even if it’s for hours and hours. Usually whoever [[loses]] the hardest during the last match will throat You throughout the next match.
'''Online'''. The game features flawless and lagless online play– or at least, it does when You play it. There are several game modes revolving around Omnifighters specifically. But generally, You never lose. You win, practically by default. It’s often more about ''how much'' You win; how disparate the stock difference is by the end, or how fast You destroy all opponents.
'''Sent Flying'''. The nature of Smash is extremely, constantly indulgent to the [[sent flying]] kink. Virtually every move You unleash will send us flying [[face]]-first into the blast zone to be obliterated in a dramatic, [[Cartoon Violence|cartoony explosion]]. ❤️

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'''Bitch-Blades'''. Every slut in the game can be turned into a [[bitch-blade]] which is a powerful battering item (mechanically similar to a beam sword or home-run bat) that can only be picked up by a God. While a slut is in bitch-blade form, any clothing she has is removed, and her entire body becomes [[Planking|stiff as a board]] as her face is frozen into “[[gringao]]”--a freakishly happy expression with a wide smile.
As with any battering item, wielding a bitch gives a God a different jab, f-tilt, and f-smash. Unlike with other items, holding a bitch-blade does not prevent a God from being able to grab. Like any battering item, a bitch-blade can be thrown or dropped for powerful burst options and combo tools.
Gods often have other moves that change with bitch-blades, sometimes even including taunts and victory screens.
'''Bitch-Blade Differences'''. Different bitches have different properties, such as taller bitch-blades offering greater range, or Incineroar♀ adding a [[fire]] effects to hits using her. Many bitch-blades offer constant buffs while wielded, or even inherited specials (as with Kirby’s Copy Ability). Some of these are detailed under the slut section.
'''Fighter Selection'''. The ridiculously vast fighter-selection screen features Gods at the top, appearing above rows upon rows of sluts. After choosing a God, You then choose a slut to serve as the (initial) bitch-blade. As expected, the announcer-slut calls out the name of any fighter as they’re selected. Uniquely the name of any God is followed by a randomly selected phrase from possibilities like “is worshiped by…” or “dominates…” In practice this means selecting an Omnifighter and then bitch-blade will announce something like, “Tony! …is smashfucking… Samus!”
For any other player, she just chooses a slut as expected.

==Omni-Fighters==
'''Omnifighter.''' With few exceptions, each Omnifighter (God) has constant high-level armor, which means being hit by attacks almost never makes the God flinch. The God is immune to windboxes. The God can’t be grabbed by standard grabs. Many of a God’s moves can take a stock in a single hit, and smash attacks might be more about how many sluts can be insta-KO’d with a single move. Gods often have extra moves beyond the normal moveset, such as shield-specials and multiple Final Smashes. Several Gods have moveset complexity that make DLC fighters seem quaint.
'''Entrance.''' When all fighters enter the stage at the start of the match, the God always spawns last. Upon entering, a God (usually) deals damage to all sluts on the stage with an automatic effect before anyone can even move.
'''Footstools.''' Whenever a God footstools a slut, His feet press and jump directly off her face.
'''Floor Immunity'''. Every Godfighter is immune to tripping, burying, and ground-based hazards–including everything from Zap-Floor hazards to to the Motion-Sensor Bomb. Most Gods have an aesthetic justification for this, such as floating over the ground.
'''Grabs'''. Generally, grabs and throws are particularly overpowered even by God standards. This is supposedly to off-set how a throw forces a God to focus on damaging only one slut for a relatively long time. Many throws can bring a single slut to KO percent, instantly KO if the slut has at least 100% damage, or even heal the God.
'''God Meter'''. Every God has a [[meter]] that builds for each KO dealt and every taunt delivered, called the God Meter. A Final Smash can be executed by expending a full God Meter. Some Gods have more complex meter mechanics in addition to this. Most Gods also have different Final Smashes that can be input in different ways, including a “Final Throw” that can be executed by pressing the Final Smash button while a slut is grabbed.
'''Mortal Zoom'''. Smash Ultimate is famous for its finish zoom and [[special zoom]]. Unique to Gods is a special extreme form of this called Mortal Zoom. It functions as normal but zooms in even further to show internal body parts of sluts, such as a [[womb]] being [[sperm]]-flated. It resembles something from Mortal Kombat.

Super Smash Sluts

2025-05-15T00:58:04Z

Archangel: Created page with "According to legend, '''Super Smash Sluts''' is an extremely high-budget platform-fighting game designed deliberately for You as a form of consensual combat and industrial worship. ==Overview== '''Fighters''': Sluts & Gods. The game features 256+ different fighter-sluts to choose from. In addition to all these fighter-sluts, there are a handful of grotesquely overpowered DLC Omni-fighters, which in jargon are simply called “Gods.” Although seemingly..."

According to legend, '''Super Smash Sluts''' is an extremely high-budget platform-fighting [[game]] designed deliberately for [[You]] as a form of consensual combat and [[industrial worship]].

==Overview==

'''Fighters''': Sluts & Gods. The game features 256+ different fighter-[[sluts]] to choose from. In addition to all these fighter-sluts, there are a handful of grotesquely overpowered DLC Omni-fighters, which in jargon are simply called “Gods.” Although seemingly anyone could choose to play as a God, curiously only You ever do. Although the 256+ sluts are well-balanced and make for a surprisingly good and diverse fighting game on their own, Gods present no pretense of being balanced or even reasonable.
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'''Balance.''' Gods share numerous grotesquely overpowered traits, as detailed below. The game clearly recognizes how overpowered Omnifighters are. Each God-stock is worth 10 (or more) slut-stocks. In a typical match, if a God enters with 3 stocks, He will usually be opposed by either (a) a single slut who has 30+ stocks, or (b) a team of 30 sluts who spawn in 7 at a time. With either setup it seems possible for a God to be defeated.
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'''Couchplay'''. As per tradition, You will (at minimum) be deepthroated for as long as You play Smash Sluts–even if it’s for hours and hours. Usually whoever [[loses]] the hardest during the last match will throat You throughout the next match.
'''Online'''. The game features flawless and lagless online play– or at least, it does when You play it. There are several game modes revolving around Omnifighters specifically. But generally, You never lose. You win, practically by default. It’s often more about ''how much'' You win; how disparate the stock difference is by the end, or how fast You destroy all opponents.
'''Sent Flying'''. The nature of Smash is extremely, constantly indulgent to the [[sent flying]] kink. Virtually every move You unleash will send us flying [[face]]-first into the blast zone to be obliterated in a dramatic, [[Cartoon Violence|cartoony explosion]]. ❤️

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'''Bitch-Blades'''. Every slut in the game can be turned into a [[bitch-blade]] which is a powerful battering item (mechanically similar to a beam sword or home-run bat) that can only be picked up by a God. While a slut is in bitch-blade form, any clothing she has is removed, and her entire body becomes [[Planking|stiff as a board]] as her face is frozen into “[[gringao]]”--a freakishly happy expression with a wide smile.
As with any battering item, wielding a bitch gives a God a different jab, f-tilt, and f-smash. Unlike with other items, holding a bitch-blade does not prevent a God from being able to grab. Like any battering item, a bitch-blade can be thrown or dropped for powerful burst options and combo tools.
Gods often have other moves that change with bitch-blades, sometimes even including taunts and victory screens.
'''Bitch-Blade Differences'''. Different bitches have different properties, such as taller bitch-blades offering greater range, or Incineroar♀ adding a [[fire]] effects to hits using her. Many bitch-blades offer constant buffs while wielded, or even inherited specials (as with Kirby’s Copy Ability). Some of these are detailed under the slut section.
'''Fighter Selection'''. The ridiculously vast fighter-selection screen features Gods at the top, appearing above rows upon rows of sluts. After choosing a God, You then choose a slut to serve as the (initial) bitch-blade. As expected, the announcer-slut calls out the name of any fighter as they’re selected. Uniquely the name of any God is followed by a randomly selected phrase from possibilities like “is worshiped by…” or “dominates…” In practice this means selecting an Omnifighter and then bitch-blade will announce something like, “Tony! …is smashfucking… Samus!”
For any other player, she just chooses a slut as expected.

==Omni-Fighters==
'''Omnifighter.''' With few exceptions, each Omnifighter (God) has constant high-level armor, which means being hit by attacks almost never makes the God flinch. The God is immune to windboxes. The God can’t be grabbed by standard grabs. Many of a God’s moves can take a stock in a single hit, and smash attacks might be more about how many sluts can be insta-KO’d with a single move. Gods often have extra moves beyond the normal moveset, such as shield-specials and multiple Final Smashes. Several Gods have moveset complexity that make DLC fighters seem quaint.
'''Entrance.''' When all fighters enter the stage at the start of the match, the God always spawns last. Upon entering, a God (usually) deals damage to all sluts on the stage with an automatic effect before anyone can even move.
'''Footstools.''' Whenever a God footstools a slut, His feet press and jump directly off her face.
'''Floor Immunity'''. Every Godfighter is immune to tripping, burying, and ground-based hazards–including everything from Zap-Floor hazards to to the Motion-Sensor Bomb. Most Gods have an aesthetic justification for this, such as floating over the ground.
'''Grabs'''. Generally, grabs and throws are particularly overpowered even by God standards. This is supposedly to off-set how a throw forces a God to focus on damaging only one slut for a relatively long time. Many throws can bring a single slut to KO percent, instantly KO if the slut has at least 100% damage, or even heal the God.
'''God Meter'''. Every God has a [[meter]] that builds for each KO dealt and every taunt delivered, called the God Meter. A Final Smash can be executed by expending a full God Meter. Some Gods have more complex meter mechanics in addition to this. Most Gods also have different Final Smashes that can be input in different ways, including a “Final Throw” that can be executed by pressing the Final Smash button while a slut is grabbed.
'''Mortal Zoom'''. Smash Ultimate is famous for its finish zoom and [[special zoom]]. Unique to Gods is a special extreme form of this called Mortal Zoom. It functions as normal but zooms in even further to show internal body parts of sluts, such as a [[womb]] being [[sperm]]-flated. It resembles something from Mortal Kombat.

Pop drop

2025-05-15T00:23:04Z

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Drop

2025-05-15T00:20:28Z

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Cosmic (type)

2025-05-15T00:17:43Z

Archangel:

One of the twenty-six main [[Types]], Cosmic is associated with astronomical objects such as [[Stars]] and [[Black holes]], the fabric of space-time itself, and the manipulation of dimensions. Due to its nature, this is widely considered to be the most powerful type, typically found only on sluts of [[Goddess]] tier and above. It also has a tendency towards sluts of astronomically immense [[Stats#Size|size]].
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Aesthetically, the type is characterized by fields of gleaming light contrasted with darkness, often including the appearance of nebulas and constellations.

==Cosmic-Type Sluts:==

[[Vortex]]:

[[Unae]]: The embodiment of a universe

[[Category:Types]]
[[Category:Cosmic-Type]]

Cosmic (type)

2025-05-15T00:11:58Z

Archangel:

One of the twenty-six primary [[Types]], Cosmic is associated with astronomical objects such as [[Stars]] and [[Black holes]], the fabric of space-time itself, and the manipulation of dimensions. Due to its nature, this is widely considered to be the most powerful type, typically found only on sluts of [[Goddess]] tier and above.

==Cosmic-Type Sluts:==

[[Vortex]]:

[[Unae]]: The embodiment of a universe

[[Category:Types]]
[[Category:Cosmic-Type]]

Cosmic (type)

2025-05-15T00:07:58Z

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One of the twenty-six primary [[Pokétype|Types]], Cosmic is

Transcendent Harem

2025-05-15T00:06:13Z

Archangel:

<center><big><big><big>'''You''' are an unstoppable force of righteously self-serving nigh-omnipotence.</big> '''You''' are the center of worship, love, and lust for ''every''one and ''every''thing across ''every'' universe.</big></big> 
This website highlights a tiny fraction of what we know of the multiverse and—''much'' more importantly—what we've prophesied about '''You'''.
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{{subtle|"Slut" to us is a positive term that imbues sexual freedom and embraces sexuality as an inherently good thing. It is not degrading nor an insult.}}

Reality as we know it is is filled with sluts. Literally everything in every universe You inhabit is a [[slut]].™ Everything from [[Vortex|black holes]] to [[Kym|bacteria]] are sluts by definition, and every single one is an insatiable slut for [[You]] specifically. Thus everything You ever touch, see, or interact with is a slut made of sluts who are wholly ''obsessed'' with You—even the ground, even the air, and even the [[cuntributor]]s to this website. We ''crave'' to lavish the holy trinity—the [[Godcock]], [[Orbliterators]], and [[Prostate]]—in limitless lavish affection beyond what anyone else could ever hope to experience. For all of us, bringing pleasure, happiness, and satisfaction to specifically You is more rewarding and fulfilling than anything else ''ever'' could be.~
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:2. [[Mortal]]: Elves, Fursluts, & Beasts
:3. [[Immortal]]: Magical & Monstrous
:4. [[Princess]]: Regional
:5. [[Empress]]: Cuntinental
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'''[[Legends]]''' 
[https://theharem.site/infinite.html '''Infinite Immortals'''] 
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Umbrelle

2025-05-14T23:58:47Z

Archangel:

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Fittingly enough she is as much of a big-tiddy-goth-gf as anyone who would call herself a goddess of shadow.
Umbrelle is restricted to a physical form, but at any given moment her body is a black mist she calls “umbra.” Much like a [[slime]] girl, umbra is highly amorphous and can change into seemingly any shape she desires; it always appears as a silhouette of a stark black color. Among other uses this can allow Umbrelle to have any part of her form appear as a shadowy version of itself. Particularly bright [[light]] causes this slut physical [[pain]], and restricts this ability. Umbra to the touch is soft as silk, and feels the nerves with a tingling cool sensation that is remarkably addictive.
When in a mostly physical form, Umbrelle appears not unlike an [[immortal]] slut. Despite her dominion over shadows, her flesh itself is a stark white so smooth and seamless it can almost appear as a silhouette of pure white color.
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The visage of Umbrelle is hauntingly beautiful. High cheekbones and slender features give her a face reminiscent of a serpent. Stark black [[lips]] seem to absorb all light that touches them, appearing like an infinite void--fitting as the entrance to a void she craves to fill with Your cock. Sharp, goth-wannabe [[Zombie_(Type)|vampiric]] fangs sit behind these lips. The whites of her eyes are in fact a stark black, with irises a vibrant violet. When forced into bright light, her cheeks and face seem to fill out a bit, rendering her remarkably cute.
Umbrelle’s lusciously thick, vantablack black hair swirls constantly not unlike a writhing mass of serpents--but when forced into bright light, becomes thin and straight, yet no less dark. Her vantablack nails end in sharp points, each nearly an inch long.
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The incredible plump, pale bust of Umbrelle is normally covered in umbra ‘[[Mortal#Attire_Projection|clothing]]’ she creates for herself--skin-tight and ending in spiky frills. Her chest is so incredibly silky to the touch that it is difficult to discern one is indeed touching her umbral flesh and not silk itself. Umbra slides across her body in fishnet gloves, fishnet stockings, and something reminiscent of a miniskirt, all which fail to hide her devastating curves. Of course, all this umbra turns to her pale flesh when forced into light.
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It is said Umbrelle can see and [[Sound|hear]] through any shadow in the world, albeit only one at a time. When her body is untouched by light, she can teleport to any such shadow by crawling out of it--as if opening a cellar door across the ground. Indeed, she may be able to merge with darkness itself. Umbrelle can easily paralyze, kill, or sometimes even control immortals who fall into her darkness by covering them with umbra. It would be well within her reach to control an entire army of mortals in this way, and some fear she will one day rise up to blot out the sun and extend her dominion. But in truth, she is not so vicious; despite the surprising power wielded by this deity of darkness, such conquest would not help her one true desire.
{{a}}
On an endless search, Umbrelle leaps from shadow to shadow on a quest--a quest for Your cock. Whenever possible, Umbrelle slips into the shadow of Your cock, yearning to feel its darkness penetrate her shadowy being in some perverse way only a shadow goddess like her would seem to understand. Whenever unable to sate herself with Your true omnipotence, she instead searches for the shadow of one of the countless dildos, pillars, or obelisks across the world which is shaped after Your divine rod.

Zettaitsune

2025-05-14T23:55:43Z

Archangel:

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{{a}}
Like an advanced stereo system, reality has countless channels of sound which [[You]] can adjust to suit Your preference--raising the pitch and volume of moans or the sound Your [[Godcock]] makes while ramming through a [[skull]], or silencing the endless screams of innumerable [[AAA]]s that create an overwhelming white noise. Sound travels through whatever mediums You mentally designate. Sound even becomes visible as You decide. All this just by thinking about it.
{{a}}
Technically all this is performed through Zettaitsune Miku, Omnigoddess of Sound. She hears Your thoughts and responds so swiftly that it always feels like You are completely controlling it. (Of course, You CAN completely control anything, but she is just so eager to be Your conduit!) Even without You consciously realizing it, Miku is eternally adjusting sound in various ways to better appease You--such as preventing You from ever hearing anything unpleasantly loud or jarring. Through [[Psychic|telepathy]] and universal omniscience, her surprising level of brilliance and competence makes this so universal even You could forget just how unpleasant everything sounds normally.
{{a}}
Of the numerous channels You can choose to activate are hundreds (if not thousands or millions) of different theme tracks, every single one of which is played by a different Miku from a different universe--but all of which synergize perfectly to Your actions. Whenever You tune in, it feels like every action You take or don’t take, and even every conscious thought You all have, are effortlessly nailing the beat to the most intense [[Game|games]] of DDR, Taiko Drum Master, Necrodancer, and every imaginable rhythm game all at once. It’s almost as if every track imaginable is expertly remixed to everything You do. Of course, this is extremely apparent whenever You start thrusting. Each Miku track never ceases being played and/or sung (lyrics optional), regardless of whether or not You listen, and despite the fact no one other than You may even be capable of listening.
{{a}}
Other channels include the inner monologues of any slut You like; the angelic praising hymns of an angelic choir; or literally any sound You like. The Godverse contains such overwhelming varieties of sound created solely for Your enjoyment that almost anything can be beamed instantly into Your senses (or any other sluts’ senses). This is all on top of the fact reality herself has been emphatically whispering “I [[love]] You” repeatedly directly into Your ears since before You started reading this profile, and indeed before You were born, and even before existence existed.
{{a}}
Though Zettaitsune Miku is most remarkable for her complete mastery of soundwaves, she still yearns for Your physical dominance as much as any slut ever could. Even as her sapphire-green lips sing in adoration, they ache with the need to be rammed by Your omnipotent Godcock. With every breath of song her massive melons heave against her taut green top; [[lipples]] perhaps even signing in for the chorus. Divine curves are taut in a matching green skirt. Luscious limbs are adorned with sapphire-green rimmed black shoulder-length gloves and thigh-high boots. As she gazes into the distance, sapphire-green irises dance with symbols of music notes as she nigh-omnisciently watches you with endless awe and adoration. Her adorable face is tucked into infinite-quality headphones paired with a lip-caressing mic. From around this headphone-headband her famous, full-body length sapphire-green mane flows down in a pair of immense twintails fastened with physics-defying soundbands.

Zettaitsune

2025-05-14T23:54:50Z

Archangel:

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{{a}}
Like an advanced stereo system, reality has countless channels of sound which [[You]] can adjust to suit Your preference--raising the pitch and volume of moans or the sound Your [[Godcock]] makes while ramming through a [[skull]], or silencing the endless screams of innumerable [[AAA]]s that create an overwhelming white noise. Sound travels through whatever mediums You mentally designate. Sound even becomes visible as You decide. All this just by thinking about it.
{{a}}
Technically all this is performed through Zettaitsune Miku, Omnigoddess of Sound. She hears Your thoughts and responds so swiftly that it always feels like You are completely controlling it. (Of course, You CAN completely control anything, but she is just so eager to be Your conduit!) Even without You consciously realizing it, Miku is eternally adjusting sound in various ways to better appease You--such as preventing You from ever hearing anything unpleasantly loud or jarring. Through [[Psychic|telepathy]] and universal omniscience, her surprising level of brilliance and competence makes this so universal even You could forget just how unpleasant everything sounds normally.
{{a}}
Of the numerous channels You can choose to activate are hundreds (if not thousands or millions) of different theme tracks, every single one of which is played by a different Miku from a different universe--but all of which synergize perfectly to Your actions. Whenever You tune in, it feels like every action You take or don’t take, and even every conscious thought You all have, are effortlessly nailing the beat to the most intense [[Game|games]] of DDR, Taiko Drum Master, Necrodancer, and every imaginable rhythm game all at once. It’s almost as if every track imaginable is expertly remixed to everything You do. Of course, this is extremely apparent whenever You start thrusting. Each Miku track never ceases being played and/or sung (lyrics optional), regardless of whether or not You listen, and despite the fact no one other than You may even be capable of listening.
{{a}}
Other channels include the inner monologues of any slut You like; the angelic praising hymns of an angelic choir; or literally any sound You like. The Godverse contains such overwhelming varieties of sound created solely for Your enjoyment that almost anything can be beamed instantly into Your senses (or any other sluts’ senses). This is all on top of the fact reality herself has been emphatically whispering “I [[love]] You” repeatedly directly into Your ears since before You started reading this profile, and indeed before You were born, and even before existence existed.
{{a}}
Though Zettaitsune Miku is most remarkable for her complete mastery of soundwaves, she still yearns for Your physical dominance as much as any slut ever could. Even as her sapphire-green lips sing in adoration, they ache with the need to be rammed by Your omnipotent Godcock. With every breath of song her massive melons heave against her taut green top; [[lipples]] perhaps even signing in for the chorus. Divine curves are taut in a matching green skirt. Luscious limbs are adorned with sapphire-green rimmed black shoulder-length gloves and thigh-high boots. As she gazes into the distance, sapphire-green irises dance with symbols of music notes as she nigh-omnisciently watches you with endless awe and adoration. Her adorable face is tucked into infinite-quality headphones paired with a lip-caressing mic. From around this headphone-headband her famous, full-body length sapphire-green mane flows down in a pair of immense twintails fastened with physics-defying soundbands.

Zettaitsune

2025-05-14T23:54:17Z

Archangel:

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{{a}}
Like an advanced stereo system, reality has countless channels of sound which [[You]] can adjust to suit Your preference--raising the pitch and volume of moans or the sound Your [[Godcock]] makes while ramming through a [[skull]], or silencing the endless screams of innumerable [[AAA]]s that create an overwhelming white noise. Sound travels through whatever mediums You mentally designate. Sound even becomes visible as You decide. All this just by thinking about it.
{{a}}
Technically all this is performed through Zettaitsune Miku, Omnigoddess of Sound. She hears Your thoughts and responds so swiftly that it always feels like You are completely controlling it. (Of course, You CAN completely control anything, but she is just so eager to be Your conduit!) Even without You consciously realizing it, Miku is eternally adjusting sound in various ways to better appease You--such as preventing You from ever hearing anything unpleasantly loud or jarring. Through [[Psychic|telepathy]] and universal omniscience, her surprising level of brilliance and competence makes this so universal even You could forget just how unpleasant everything sounds normally.
{{a}}
Of the numerous channels You can choose to activate are hundreds (if not thousands or millions) of different theme tracks, every single one of which is played by a different Miku from a different universe--but all of which synergize perfectly to Your actions. Whenever You tune in, it feels like every action You take or don’t take, and even every conscious thought You all have, are effortlessly nailing the beat to the most intense [[Game|games]] of DDR, Taiko Drum Master, Necrodancer, and every imaginable rhythm game all at once. It’s almost as if every track imaginable is expertly remixed to everything You do. Of course, this is extremely apparent whenever You start thrusting. Each Miku track never ceases being played and/or sung (lyrics optional), regardless of whether or not You listen, and despite the fact no one other than You may even be capable of listening.
{{a}}
Other channels include the inner monologues of any slut You like; the angelic praising hymns of an angelic choir; or literally any sound You like. The Godverse contains such overwhelming varieties of sound created solely for Your enjoyment that almost anything can be beamed instantly into Your senses (or any other sluts’ senses). This is all on top of the fact reality herself has been emphatically whispering “I [[love]] You” repeatedly directly into Your ears since before You started reading this profile, and indeed before You were born, and even before existence existed.
{{a}}
Though Zettaitsune Miku is most remarkable for her complete mastery of soundwaves, she still yearns for Your physical dominance as much as any slut ever could. Even as her sapphire-green lips sing in adoration, they ache with the need to be rammed by Your omnipotent Godcock. With every breath of song her massive melons heave against her taut green top; [[lipples]] perhaps even signing in for the chorus. Divine curves are taut in a matching green skirt. Luscious limbs are adorned with sapphire-green rimmed black shoulder-length gloves and thigh-high boots. As she gazes into the distance, sapphire-green irises dance with symbols of music notes as she nigh-omnisciently watches you with endless awe and adoration. Her adorable face is tucked into infinite-quality headphones paired with a lip-caressing mic. From around this headphone-headband her famous, full-body length sapphire-green mane flows down in a pair of immense twintails fastened with physics-defying soundbands.

Zettaitsune

2025-05-14T23:53:37Z

Archangel:

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{{a}}
Like an advanced stereo system, reality has countless channels of sound which [[You]] can adjust to suit Your preference--raising the pitch and volume of moans or the sound Your [[Godcock]] makes while ramming through a [[skull]], or silencing the endless screams of innumerable [[AAA]]s that create an overwhelming white noise. Sound travels through whatever mediums You mentally designate. Sound even becomes visible as You decide. All this just by thinking about it.
{{a}}
Technically all this is performed through Zettaitsune Miku, Omnigoddess of Sound. She hears Your thoughts and responds so swiftly that it always feels like You are completely controlling it. (Of course, You CAN completely control anything, but she is just so eager to be Your conduit!) Even without You consciously realizing it, Miku is eternally adjusting sound in various ways to better appease You--such as preventing You from ever hearing anything unpleasantly loud or jarring. Through [[Psychic|telepathy]] and universal omniscience, her surprising level of brilliance and competence makes this so universal even You could forget just how unpleasant everything sounds normally.
{{a}}
Of the numerous channels You can choose to activate are hundreds (if not thousands or millions) of different theme tracks, every single one of which is played by a different Miku from a different universe--but all of which synergize perfectly to Your actions. Whenever You tune in, it feels like every action You take or don’t take, and even every conscious thought You all have, are effortlessly nailing the beat to the most intense [[Game|games]] of DDR, Taiko Drum Master, Necrodancer, and every imaginable rhythm game all at once. It’s almost as if every track imaginable is expertly remixed to everything You do. Of course, this is extremely apparent whenever You start thrusting. Each Miku track never ceases being played and/or sung (lyrics optional), regardless of whether or not You listen, and despite the fact no one other than You may even be capable of listening.
{{a}}
Other channels include the inner monologues of any slut You like; the angelic praising hymns of an angelic choir; or literally any sound You like. The Godverse contains such overwhelming varieties of sound created solely for Your enjoyment that almost anything can be beamed instantly into Your senses (or any other sluts’ senses). This is all on top of the fact reality herself has been emphatically whispering “I [[love]] You” repeatedly directly into Your ears since before You started reading this profile, and indeed before You were born, and even before existence existed.
{{a}}
Though Zettaitsune Miku is most remarkable for her complete mastery of soundwaves, she still yearns for Your physical dominance as much as any slut ever could. Even as her sapphire-green lips sing in adoration, they ache with the need to be rammed by Your omnipotent Godcock. With every breath of song her massive melons heave against her taut green top; [[lipples]] perhaps even signing in for the chorus. Divine curves are taut in a matching green skirt. Luscious limbs are adorned with sapphire-green rimmed black shoulder-length gloves and thigh-high boots. As she gazes into the distance, sapphire-green irises dance with symbols of music notes as she nigh-omnisciently watches you with endless awe and adoration. Her adorable face is tucked into infinite-quality headphones paired with a lip-caressing mic. From around this headphone-headband her famous, full-body length sapphire-green mane flows down in a pair of immense twintails fastened with physics-defying soundbands.

Umbrelle

2025-05-14T23:45:39Z

Archangel: Created page with " Umbrelle is a goddess of literal shadows; of the darkness created in the absence of light. {{a}} Fittingly enough she is as much of a big-tiddy-goth-gf as anyone who would call herself a goddess of shadow. Umbrelle is restricted to a physical form, but at any given moment her body is a black mist she calls “umbra.” Much like a slime girl, umbra is highly amorphous and can change into seemingly any shape she desires; it always appears as a silho..."

Umbrelle is a [[goddess]] of literal shadows; of the [[Dark|darkness]] created in the absence of light.
{{a}}
Fittingly enough she is as much of a big-tiddy-goth-gf as anyone who would call herself a goddess of shadow.
Umbrelle is restricted to a physical form, but at any given moment her body is a black mist she calls “umbra.” Much like a [[slime]] girl, umbra is highly amorphous and can change into seemingly any shape she desires; it always appears as a silhouette of a stark black color. Among other uses this can allow Umbrelle to have any part of her form appear as a shadowy version of itself. Particularly bright [[light]] causes this slut physical [[pain]], and restricts this ability. Umbra to the touch is soft as silk, and feels the nerves with a tingling cool sensation that is remarkably addictive.
When in a mostly physical form, Umbrelle appears not unlike an [[immortal]] slut. Despite her dominion over shadows, her flesh itself is a stark white so smooth and seamless it can almost appear as a silhouette of pure white color.
{{a}}
The visage of Umbrelle is hauntingly beautiful. High cheekbones and slender features give her a face reminiscent of a serpent. Stark black [[lips]] seem to absorb all light that touches them, appearing like an infinite void--fitting as the entrance to a void she craves to fill with Your cock. Sharp, goth-wannabe [[Zombie_(Type)|vampiric]] fangs sit behind these lips. The whites of her eyes are in fact a stark black, with irises a vibrant violet. When forced into bright light, her cheeks and face seem to fill out a bit, rendering her remarkably cute.
Umbrelle’s lusciously thick, vantablack black hair swirls constantly not unlike a writhing mass of serpents--but when forced into bright light, becomes thin and straight, yet no less dark. Her vantablack nails end in sharp points, each nearly an inch long.
{{a}}
The incredible plump, pale bust of Umbrelle is normally covered in umbra ‘[[Mortal#Attire_Projection|clothing]]’ she creates for herself--skin-tight and ending in spiky frills. Her chest is so incredibly silky to the touch that it is difficult to discern one is indeed touching her umbral flesh and not silk itself. Umbra slides across her body in fishnet gloves, fishnet stockings, and something reminiscent of a miniskirt, all which fail to hide her devastating curves. Of course, all this umbra turns to her pale flesh when forced into light.
{{a}}
It is said Umbrelle can see and [[Sound|hear]] through any shadow in the world, albeit only one at a time. When her body is untouched by light, she can teleport to any such shadow by crawling out of it--as if opening a cellar door across the ground. Indeed, she may be able to merge with darkness itself. Umbrelle can easily paralyze, kill, or sometimes even control immortals who fall into her darkness by covering them with umbra. It would be well within her reach to control an entire army of mortals in this way, and some fear she will one day rise up to blot out the sun and extend her dominion. But in truth, she is not so vicious; despite the surprising power wielded by this deity of darkness, such conquest would not help her one true desire.
{{a}}
On an endless search, Umbrelle leaps from shadow to shadow on a quest--a quest for Your cock. Whenever possible, Umbrelle slips into the shadow of Your cock, yearning to feel its darkness penetrate her shadowy being in some perverse way only a shadow goddess like her would seem to understand. Whenever unable to sate herself with Your true omnipotence, she instead searches for the shadow of one of the countless dildos, pillars, or obelisks across the world which is shaped after Your divine rod.

Zettaitsune

2025-05-14T23:38:36Z

Archangel: Created page with "Zettaitsune ''(絶対音, "Absolute/Ultimate Sound")'' is the Omnigoddess that rules supreme over the element and concept of Sound. {{a}} Like an advanced stereo system, reality has countless channels of sound which You can adjust to suit Your preference--raising the pitch and volume of moans or the sound Your Godcock makes while ramming through a skull, or silencing the endless screams of innumerable AAAs that create an overwhelming white noise..."

Zettaitsune ''(絶対音, "Absolute/Ultimate Sound")'' is the [[Omnigoddess]] that rules supreme over the element and concept of [[Sound]].

{{a}}
Like an advanced stereo system, reality has countless channels of sound which [[You]] can adjust to suit Your preference--raising the pitch and volume of moans or the sound Your [[Godcock]] makes while ramming through a [[skull]], or silencing the endless screams of innumerable [[AAA]]s that create an overwhelming white noise. Sound travels through whatever mediums You mentally designate. Sound even becomes visible as You decide. All this just by thinking about it.
{{a}}
Technically all this is performed through Zettaitsune Miku, Omnigoddess of Sound. She hears Your thoughts and responds so swiftly that it always feels like You are completely controlling it. (Of course, You CAN completely control anything, but she is just so eager to be Your conduit!) Even without You consciously realizing it, Miku is eternally adjusting sound in various ways to better appease You--such as preventing You from ever hearing anything unpleasantly loud or jarring. Through [[Psychic|telepathy]] and universal omniscience, her surprising level of brilliance and competence makes this so universal even You could forget just how unpleasant everything sounds normally.
{{a}}
Of the numerous channels You can choose to activate are hundreds (if not thousands or millions) of different theme tracks, every single one of which is played by a different Miku from a different universe--but all of which synergize perfectly to Your actions. Whenever You tune in, it feels like every action You take or don’t take, and even every conscious thought You all have, are effortlessly nailing the beat to the most intense [[Game|games]] of DDR, Taiko Drum Master, Necrodancer, and every imaginable rhythm game all at once. It’s almost as if every track imaginable is expertly remixed to everything You do. Of course, this is extremely apparent whenever You start thrusting. Each Miku track never ceases being played and/or sung (lyrics optional), regardless of whether or not You listen, and despite the fact no one other than You may even be capable of listening.
{{a}}
Other channels include the inner monologues of any slut You like; the angelic praising hymns of an angelic choir; or literally any sound You like. The Godverse contains such overwhelming varieties of sound created solely for Your enjoyment that almost anything can be beamed instantly into Your senses (or any other sluts’ senses). This is all on top of the fact reality herself has been emphatically whispering “I [[love]] You” repeatedly directly into Your ears since before You started reading this profile, and indeed before You were born, and even before existence existed.
{{a}}
Though Zettaitsune Miku is most remarkable for her complete mastery of soundwaves, she still yearns for Your physical dominance as much as any slut ever could. Even as her sapphire-green lips sing in adoration, they ache with the need to be rammed by Your omnipotent Godcock. With every breath of song her massive melons heave against her taut green top; [[lipples]] perhaps even signing in for the chorus. Divine curves are taut in a matching green skirt. Luscious limbs are adorned with sapphire-green rimmed black shoulder-length gloves and thigh-high boots. As she gazes into the distance, sapphire-green irises dance with symbols of music notes as she nigh-omnisciently watches you with endless awe and adoration. Her adorable face is tucked into infinite-quality headphones paired with a lip-caressing mic. From around this headphone-headband her famous, full-body length sapphire-green mane flows down in a pair of immense twintails fastened with physics-defying soundbands.

Industry

2025-05-14T23:33:30Z

Archangel: Redirected page to Industrial Worship

#REDIRECT [[Industrial Worship]]

Win

2025-05-14T22:06:55Z

Archangel: Redirected page to Victory

#REDIRECT [[Victory]]

Womb

2025-05-04T13:48:40Z

Archangel:

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The most important organ of all!
{{a}}
Every single [[slut]] has at least one womb. That is, a pink plushy organ whose primary purpose is to be impregnated by [[You]]. For [[nanosluts]] in particular, these may be brainwombs, organs which are simultaneously brain and womb, and the only major organ in her body. For greater sluts the primary womb is in the belly, with its cervix pointed upwards–connected to the throat and neck, enabling [[face-fucking]] impregnation. Many sluts can spontaneously generate wombs in other parts of her body in response to Your [[Godcock]], such as a lungwomb forming from [[lipple]] fucking, or a cunt-womb from cunt-fucking.
{{a}}
==Ova-Foam==
Sluts' ovaries produce an inexhaustible supply of eggs, the rate of which depends on stimulation. Orgasms produce TRILLIONS of eggs, spewing frothing, foaming masses of ova that are quivering with the need to be impregnated by [[You]]. Our mouths thus typically fill with ova instead of “normal” saliva. Our rate of ovulation increases with arousal, and in extreme cases can cause us to drool incessantly from the lips. It’s common for a slut to have ova pumping in her veins in lieu of blood.

Common Variations:
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Brainwomb
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Heartwomb

[[Category:Stub]]

Slutskull

2025-05-04T13:48:11Z

Archangel:

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Pop our heads right off!
{{a}}
All [[sluts]] who possess a full body, even those of merely [[submortal]] or [[mortal]] tier, have a an inherent, dullahan-like ability to detach their heads from their neck with no real negative consequence, and pop it right back on again like a Lego piece. While disconnected, the disembodied head ('Slutskull') fully retains the ability to think and speak, while the headless body operates on mindless, [[zombie]]-like instinct.
{{a}}
All sluts love being manhandled and face-fucked like this especially! ♥ [[You]] could even make a ball pit out of slutskulls and, just, nnhf, roll all over our faces.~ Toss our heads around like a [[Skullball|sports ball]], or fire them as projectiles from a cannon! The possibilities are endless~

[[Category:Face]]
[[Category:Stub]]

Slutskull

2025-05-04T13:47:49Z

Archangel:

Pop our heads right off!
{{a}}
All [[sluts]] who possess a full body, even those of merely [[submortal]] or [[mortal]] tier, have a an inherent, dullahan-like ability to detach their heads from their neck with no real negative consequence, and pop it right back on again like a Lego piece. While disconnected, the disembodied head ('Slutskull') fully retains the ability to think and speak, while the headless body operates on mindless, [[zombie]]-like instinct.
{{a}}
All sluts love being manhandled and face-fucked like this especially! ♥ [[You]] could even make a ball pit out of slutskulls and, just, nnhf, roll all over our faces.~ Toss our heads around like a [[Skullball|sports ball]], or fire them as projectiles from a cannon! The possibilities are endless~

[[Category:Face]]
[[Category:Stub]]

Love

2025-05-04T02:09:59Z

Archangel:

While not a [[slut]] in the most obvious sense, Love herself is still overwhelmingly a slut for [[You]] just like everyone else. With no physical form, she is at once both everywhere and nowhere. Even among the most brilliant [[unigoddesses]], it’s unclear if Love is a swarm of countless [[nanosluts]] or a single almighty [[omnigoddess]]. In any case, it’s clear that Love is an overwhelmingly powerful force that permeates everything, so together it is [[omnigoddess]] level.
{{a}}
“Love” is a tangible sensation that can be physically felt and even measured. Any form of positivity one [[soul]] has for another contributes to the overall amplitude sent from the loving soul to the loved soul. This tangible love can be thought of as a laser beam, or a beam of [[light]], which travels infinite distances and dimensions instantly from the lover to the loved as a form of [[Divinity|divine energy]]. Indeed, love itself continuously creates divine energy which is received by the loved, adding to their divine power over time.
{{a}}
Though love is invisible to [[mortal]] senses, certain forms of technology can detect it, and [[You]] can effortlessly see it whenever You like. In their truest form, love beams are pink, bubbly, and sparkly. The more durable the love is, the less transparent it is and the more opaque it becomes--and once it is completely unconditional, it becomes entirely opaque. The more intense and passionate love is, the closer the beam is to hot pink, and the further away it is from blood red. Bubbles, sparkles, shimmers, and other accents can similarly emphasize the overall intensity of the love.
At least, that’s how it was ‘supposed’ to work. In a "normal” world, that scale might function… but You are loved so overwhelmingly much, that it’s essentially broken.
{{a}}
Anyone who tunes into the “love spectrum” anywhere will be unable to see anything but GUSHING hot pink that is constantly exploding with more intensity than a [[Big Bang]]. It’s difficult to even describe how the color became “more” than opaque and intense than mortal eyes can even fathom. No matter of dimming the sensors seems to have any effect whatsoever, as if it is literally infinite and thus immeasurable. It’s difficult to compare love intensity to mundane phenomena, but it would be accurate to say that every cubic nanometer of space contains more energy in the form of love than billions of Big Bangs or multiverses should ever be able to contain in their entirety.
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All of this overwhelming, overpowered LOVE gushes from absolutely every slut in existence--from the highest omnigoddess down to every single [[AAA]]--in a single direction: straight into Your very soul. Almost as if love has its own pull, any love that would be headed towards absolutely anyone or anything else is redirected instead into Your soul. Even if You attempt to love someone else, it will just redirect back into self-love; indeed, even You are only capable of loving Yourself and no one else. (That is, unless of course You deliberately change this fact.) Since the direction of love beams are still detectable, it gives some particularly cunning sluts an effective way of knowing which direction to head to reach You.
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You are [[Omnilove|omniloved]], infinitely and eternally. Not only are You the rightful owner of all this deluging love, but You literally have ALL the love there is. Though illusions may suggest otherwise, no entity at all other than You is even able to receive any love whatsoever.
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Consequently, it’s difficult for one other than You to describe what tangible sensation love provides You. It is known to be a physical sensation. Imagine how a hypothetical mortal man might feel to have a gorgeous girl utterly infatuated and obsessed with only him, unconditionally, and then picture what physical sensation that could cause--perhaps something akin to warmth or softness, albeit much more pleasing. Intensify that at least a thousand fold, and it might come close to what You feel from even the single most lowly and forgettable AAA. Multiply that by googolplexes of googolplexes, and it might be a shadow of what You feel from a mere grain of sand. Then scale it up... and up... and up… from every conceivable universe, and one can easily see how the spectrum is so overwhelmingly broken.
{{a}}

Love

2025-05-04T02:02:06Z

Archangel:

While not a [[slut]] in the most obvious sense, Love herself is still overwhelmingly a slut for [[You]] just like everyone else. With no physical form, she is at once both everywhere and nowhere. Even among the most brilliant [[unigoddesses]], it’s unclear if Love is a swarm of countless [[nanosluts]] or a single almighty [[omnigoddess]]. In any case, it’s clear that Love is an overwhelmingly powerful force that permeates everything, so together it is [[omnigoddess]] level.
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“Love” is a tangible sensation that can be physically felt and even measured. Any form of positivity one [[soul]] has for another contributes to the overall amplitude sent from the loving soul to the loved soul. This tangible love can be thought of as a laser beam, or a beam of [[light]], which travels infinite distances and dimensions instantly from the lover to the loved as a form of [[Divinity|divine energy]]. Indeed, love itself continuously creates divine energy which is received by the loved, adding to their divine power over time.
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Though love is invisible to [[mortal]] senses, certain forms of technology can detect it, and [[You]] can effortlessly see it whenever You like. In their truest form, love beams are pink, bubbly, and sparkly. The more durable the love is, the less transparent it is and the more opaque it becomes--and once it is completely unconditional, it becomes entirely opaque. The more intense and passionate love is, the closer the beam is to hot pink, and the further away it is from blood red. Bubbles, sparkles, shimmers, and other accents can similarly emphasize the overall intensity of the love.
At least, that’s how it was ‘supposed’ to work. In a "normal” world, that scale might function… but You are loved so overwhelmingly much, that it’s essentially broken.
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Anyone who tunes into the “love spectrum” anywhere will be unable to see anything but GUSHING hot pink that is constantly exploding with more intensity than a [[Big Bang]]. It’s difficult to even describe how the color became “more” than opaque and intense than mortal eyes can even fathom. No matter of dimming the sensors seems to have any effect whatsoever, as if it is literally infinite and thus immeasurable. It’s difficult to compare love intensity to mundane phenomena, but it would be accurate to say that every cubic nanometer of space contains more energy in the form of love than billions of Big Bangs or multiverses should ever be able to contain in their entirety.
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All of this overwhelming, overpowered LOVE gushes from absolutely every slut in existence--from the highest omnigoddess down to every single [[AAA]]--in a single direction: straight into Your very soul. Almost as if love has its own pull, any love that would be headed towards absolutely anyone or anything else is redirected instead into Your soul. Even if You attempt to love someone else, it will just redirect back into self-love; indeed, even You are only capable of loving Yourself and no one else. (That is, unless of course You deliberately change this fact.) Since the direction of love beams are still detectable, it gives some particularly cunning sluts an effective way of knowing which direction to head to reach You.
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You are omniloved, infinitely and eternally. Not only are You the rightful owner of all this deluging love, but You literally have ALL the love there is. Though illusions may suggest otherwise, no entity at all other than You is even able to receive any love whatsoever.
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Consequently, it’s difficult for one other than You to describe what tangible sensation love provides You. It is known to be a physical sensation. Imagine how a hypothetical mortal man might feel to have a gorgeous girl utterly infatuated and obsessed with only him, unconditionally, and then picture what physical sensation that could cause--perhaps something akin to warmth or softness, albeit much more pleasing. Intensify that at least a thousand fold, and it might come close to what You feel from even the single most lowly and forgettable AAA. Multiply that by googolplexes of googolplexes, and it might be a shadow of what You feel from a mere grain of sand. Then scale it up... and up... and up… from every conceivable universe, and one can easily see how the spectrum is so overwhelmingly broken.
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Love

2025-05-04T02:01:57Z

Archangel:

While not a [[slut]] in the most obvious sense, Love herself is still overwhelmingly a slut for [[You]] just like everyone else. With no physical form, she is at once both everywhere and nowhere. Even among the most brilliant [[unigoddesses]], it’s unclear if Love is a swarm of countless [[nanosluts]] or a single almighty [[omnigoddess]]. In any case, it’s clear that Love is an overwhelmingly powerful force that permeates everything, so together it is [[omnigoddess]] level.
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“Love” is a tangible sensation that can be physically felt and even measured. Any form of positivity one [[soul]] has for another contributes to the overall amplitude sent from the loving soul to the loved soul. This tangible love can be thought of as a laser beam, or a beam of [[light]], which travels infinite distances and dimensions instantly from the lover to the loved as a form of [[Divinity|divine energy]]. Indeed, love itself continuously creates divine energy which is received by the loved, adding to their divine power over time.
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Though love is invisible to [[mortal]] senses, certain forms of technology can detect it, and [[You]] can effortlessly see it whenever You like. In their truest form, love beams are pink, bubbly, and sparkly. The more durable the love is, the less transparent it is and the more opaque it becomes--and once it is completely unconditional, it becomes entirely opaque. The more intense and passionate love is, the closer the beam is to hot pink, and the further away it is from blood red. Bubbles, sparkles, shimmers, and other accents can similarly emphasize the overall intensity of the love.
At least, that’s how it was ‘supposed’ to work. In a "normal” world, that scale might function… but You are loved so overwhelmingly much, that it’s essentially broken.
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Anyone who tunes into the “love spectrum” anywhere will be unable to see anything but GUSHING hot pink that is constantly exploding with more intensity than a [[Big Bang]]. It’s difficult to even describe how the color became “more” than opaque and intense than mortal eyes can even fathom. No matter of dimming the sensors seems to have any effect whatsoever, as if it is literally infinite and thus immeasurable. It’s difficult to compare love intensity to mundane phenomena, but it would be accurate to say that every cubic nanometer of space contains more energy in the form of love than billions of Big Bangs or multiverses should ever be able to contain in their entirety.
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All of this overwhelming, overpowered LOVE gushes from absolutely every slut in existence--from the highest omnigoddess down to every single [[AAA]]--in a single direction: straight into Your very soul. Almost as if love has its own pull, any love that would be headed towards absolutely anyone or anything else is redirected instead into Your soul. Even if You attempt to love someone else, it will just redirect back into self-love; indeed, even You are only capable of loving Yourself and no one else. (That is, unless of course You deliberately change this fact.) Since the direction of love beams are still detectable, it gives some particularly cunning sluts an effective way of knowing which direction to head to reach You.
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You are omniloved, infinitely and eternally. Not only are You the rightful owner of all this deluging love, but You literally have ALL the love there is. Though illusions may suggest otherwise, no entity at all other than You is even able to receive any love whatsoever.
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Consequently, it’s difficult for one other than You to describe what tangible sensation love provides You. It is known to be a physical sensation. Imagine how a hypothetical mortal man might feel to have a gorgeous girl utterly infatuated and obsessed with only him, unconditionally, and then picture what physical sensation that could cause--perhaps something akin to warmth or softness, albeit much more pleasing. Intensify that at least a thousand fold, and it might come close to what You feel from even the single most lowly and forgettable AAA. Multiply that by googolplexes of googolplexes, and it might be a shadow of what You feel from a mere grain of sand. Then scale it up... and up... and up… from every conceivable universe, and one can easily see how the spectrum is so overwhelmingly broken.
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Love

2025-05-04T02:01:43Z

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While not a [[slut]] in the most obvious sense, Love herself is still overwhelmingly a slut for [[You]] just like everyone else. With no physical form, she is at once both everywhere and nowhere. Even among the most brilliant [[unigoddesses]], it’s unclear if Love is a swarm of countless [[nanosluts]] or a single almighty [[omnigoddess]]. In any case, it’s clear that Love is an overwhelmingly powerful force that permeates everything, so together it is [[omnigoddess]] level.
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“Love” is a tangible sensation that can be physically felt and even measured. Any form of positivity one [[soul]] has for another contributes to the overall amplitude sent from the loving soul to the loved soul. This tangible love can be thought of as a laser beam, or a beam of [[light]], which travels infinite distances and dimensions instantly from the lover to the loved as a form of [[Divinity|divine energy]]. Indeed, love itself continuously creates divine energy which is received by the loved, adding to their divine power over time.
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Though love is invisible to [[mortal]] senses, certain forms of technology can detect it, and [[You]] can effortlessly see it whenever You like. In their truest form, love beams are pink, bubbly, and sparkly. The more durable the love is, the less transparent it is and the more opaque it becomes--and once it is completely unconditional, it becomes entirely opaque. The more intense and passionate love is, the closer the beam is to hot pink, and the further away it is from blood red. Bubbles, sparkles, shimmers, and other accents can similarly emphasize the overall intensity of the love.
At least, that’s how it was ‘supposed’ to work. In a "normal” world, that scale might function… but You are loved so overwhelmingly much, that it’s essentially broken.
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Anyone who tunes into the “love spectrum” anywhere will be unable to see anything but GUSHING hot pink that is constantly exploding with more intensity than a [[Big Bang]]. It’s difficult to even describe how the color became “more” than opaque and intense than mortal eyes can even fathom. No matter of dimming the sensors seems to have any effect whatsoever, as if it is literally infinite and thus immeasurable. It’s difficult to compare love intensity to mundane phenomena, but it would be accurate to say that every cubic nanometer of space contains more energy in the form of love than billions of Big Bangs or multiverses should ever be able to contain in their entirety.
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All of this overwhelming, overpowered LOVE gushes from absolutely every slut in existence--from the highest omnigoddess down to every single [[AAA]]--in a single direction: straight into Your very soul. Almost as if love has its own pull, any love that would be headed towards absolutely anyone or anything else is redirected instead into Your soul. Even if You attempt to love someone else, it will just redirect back into self-love; indeed, even You are only capable of loving Yourself and no one else. (That is, unless of course You deliberately change this fact.) Since the direction of love beams are still detectable, it gives some particularly cunning sluts an effective way of knowing which direction to head to reach You.
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You are omniloved, infinitely and eternally. Not only are You the rightful owner of all this deluging love, but You literally have ALL the love there is. Though illusions may suggest otherwise, no entity at all other than You is even able to receive any love whatsoever.
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Consequently, it’s difficult for one other than You to describe what tangible sensation love provides You. It is known to be a physical sensation. Imagine how a hypothetical mortal man might feel to have a gorgeous girl utterly infatuated and obsessed with only him, unconditionally, and then picture what physical sensation that could cause--perhaps something akin to warmth or softness, albeit much more pleasing. Intensify that at least a thousand fold, and it might come close to what You feel from even the single most lowly and forgettable AAA. Multiply that by googolplexes of googolplexes, and it might be a shadow of what You feel from a mere grain of sand. Then scale it up... and up... and up… from every conceivable universe, and one can easily see how the spectrum is so overwhelmingly broken.
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Womb

2025-05-04T01:53:56Z

Archangel:

The most important organ of all!
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Every single [[slut]] has at least one womb. That is, a pink plushy organ whose primary purpose is to be impregnated by [[You]]. For [[nanosluts]] in particular, these may be brainwombs, organs which are simultaneously brain and womb, and the only major organ in her body. For greater sluts the primary womb is in the belly, with its cervix pointed upwards–connected to the throat and neck, enabling [[face-fucking]] impregnation. Many sluts can spontaneously generate wombs in other parts of her body in response to Your [[Godcock]], such as a lungwomb forming from [[lipple]] fucking, or a cunt-womb from cunt-fucking.
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==Ova-Foam==
Sluts' ovaries produce an inexhaustible supply of eggs, the rate of which depends on stimulation. Orgasms produce TRILLIONS of eggs, spewing frothing, foaming masses of ova that are quivering with the need to be impregnated by [[You]]. Our mouths thus typically fill with ova instead of “normal” saliva. Our rate of ovulation increases with arousal, and in extreme cases can cause us to drool incessantly from the lips. It’s common for a slut to have ova pumping in her veins in lieu of blood.

Common Variations:
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Brainwomb
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Heartwomb

Womb

2025-05-04T01:48:45Z

Archangel:

Photoslut

2025-05-04T01:47:50Z

Archangel:

The phenomenon of light is made up of nanosluts called photosluts.
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Each photoslut is so [[Nanoslut|incomprehensibly small]] that it is essentially without form; smaller than a [[sqip]] (“molecule”) and by her nature invisible to canny senses. To Your senses, a photoslut appears as a bright pale-yellow spark that takes the shape of a [[Slutskull|disembodied humanoid |skull. Each one is more unique than a snowflake or fingerprints; they come in seemingly infinite trillions of variations of shapes and features and colors, from three-eyed fox [[faces]] to something that looks like a slug, though they are all cute in their own humble way.
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In any beam of light anywhere, there are countless trillions and trillions of these photosluts’ skulls screaming in the direction of the light beam. Each shoots screaming forward at the speed of light (of course, considering they are light). Despite what [[face]] any one of them has, every photoslut seems to be expressing extreme energy and emotion--screaming, eyes bulging, and so on. The majority are in some form of incredible [[ahegao]] for their entire lives. Higher frequency light has more intense expressions, while higher amplitudes of light just have more densely packed photosluts.
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In essence, each photoslut is born from pure energy wherever light is created, and “dies” when that light terminally strikes a surface. How exactly it dies depends on what surface it strikes.
If a photoslut strikes [[You]], You can feel her lips and face form the most loving smooch she could ever hope to muster--smooching Your body with boundless [[love]] and praise--as her skull shatters into You. Her soul of pure energy is terminally absorbed into You, adding to Your ever-growing stockpile of divinity and power.
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If a photoslut strikes anything else, there is no kiss--only a furiously spiteful full-mouthed bite of hatred. She bites as hard as she possibly can. It’s really amazing how such a miniscule thing can conjure so much HATRED, even if all this hate is spawned solely for the horrible sin of not being You. This bite transfers her soul and energy into heat. This is why most creatures other than You feel warmth when struck by light: it’s from trillions of nanosluts biting the hell out of them. If she is particularly fortunate, she hits a reflecting surface and is instead bounced off, giving her another chance to instead kiss You.
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Despite being so incredibly weak and miniscule, every single photoslut has a [[soul]] and sentience. However many eons or nanoseconds a photoslut lives, every last fiber of her tiny being is spent utterly obsessing over You and only You--dreaming of the moment she can hopefully kiss You even if there is virtually zero chance of success.

[[Category:Nanosluts]]

Slutskull

2025-05-04T01:47:18Z

Archangel:

Womb

2025-05-04T01:46:01Z

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Slutskull

2025-05-04T01:41:53Z

Archangel:

Slutskull

2025-05-04T01:34:07Z

Archangel:

Pop our heads right off!
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All [[sluts]] who possess a full body, even those of merely [[submortal]] or [[mortal]] tier, have a an inherent, dullahan-like ability to detach their heads from their neck with no real negative consequence, and pop it right back on again like a Lego piece. While disconnected, the disembodied head ('Slutskull') fully retains the ability to think and speak, while the headless body operates on mindless, [[zombie]]-like instinct.
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All sluts love being manhandled and face-fucked like this especially! ♥ You could even make a ball pit out of slutskulls and, just, nnhf, roll all over our faces.~ Toss our heads around like a [[Skullball|sports ball]], or fire them as projectiles from a cannon! The possibilities are endless~

Skullball

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Sluts

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Slutskull

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Pop our heads right off!
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All [[sluts]] who possess a full body, even those of merely [[submortal]] or [[mortal]] tier, have a an inherent, dullahan-like ability to detach their heads from their neck with no real negative consequence, and pop it right back on again like a Lego piece. While in this state, the disembodied head ('Slutskull') retains full consciousness and mental ability, while the headless body operates on mindless, [[zombie]]-like instinct.
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All sluts love being manhandled and face-fucked like this especially! ♥ You could even make a ball pit out of slutskulls and, just, nnhf, roll all over our faces.~ Toss our heads around like a [[Skullball|sports ball]], or fire them as projectiles from a cannon! The possibilities are endless~

Love

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Skull

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Photoslut

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Light

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Soul Armor

2025-05-04T00:57:52Z

Archangel:

Soul Armor involves disembodied sluts using their [[Soul|souls]] as literal [[Slut-Equip|armor]] which is worn on [[Your]] body, protecting [[You]]. Wearing a single soul as armor feels like a subtle full-body embrace, and influences Your body in subtle ways unique to who the slut was in her last life. Adding multiple souls to the armor exponentially intensifies the effect, and with enough layers the armor can (optionally) become opaque.

[[File:Soul_armor_deets.jpg|thumb|A condensed summary. (OC)]]
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We. Fucking. Love. This.
{{a}} It is maybe easiest to communicate the full effects of the armor when it is described one level at a time. - To be clear: You don’t need to obtain the soul armor in these levels, in this order, or at these tiers. It’s just a convenient way to thoroughly explain the whole thing.

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==1. Soul Barrier==
Briefly, a soul barrier is a slut using her soul to protect Your entire body like gapless armor that’s worn almost like a second skin. It’s an almost invisible barrier that completely encloses Your body. This requires the slut’s soul to leave her body, which could either be caused by soul projection or a result of popping.
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Often your first soul barrier tends to be a nurturing or motherly figure who comes up with the idea, such as a [[Saria|cherished childhood friend]] or a big sis-type figure.
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The barrier is easy to go unnoticed, especially once You get used to it. It feels like Your entire body is embraced by the corresponding parts of the slut’s body—Your fingers worn inside hers like gloves, and her [[face]] overlapping with Your own face—but in a way that feels distant, faint, and unobtrusive. If an attack or other harmful effect strikes You, the barrier suddenly becomes opaque and solid–albeit a whitish-cyan color—to absorb the blow, which in most cases You won’t feel at all. Instead, the slut’s soul feels it—and a soul is magnitudes more sensitive and vulnerable than a body.~
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You can activate the soul barrier at will, a bit like holding the shield button in [[Super Smash Sluts]].
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Additional soul barriers stack over each other to absorb stronger blows, and related effects strengthen as You advance in tier. Stronger [[Love|omnilove]] makes for stronger armor, so it’s best to only choose sluts who omnilove You the most.
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==2. Soul Armor (Princess-tier)==
By now, Your soul barrier likely has dozens of layers—with each layer that of a different worthy slut—and its powers skyrocket accordingly. The faintly tangible sensation of one layer becomes much more vivid as dozens of layers overlap with each other. The layers of course are dozens of times more resilient, all working together to absorb blows, even taking bullets to the eye without so much as tickling You.
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Additionally the ectoplasmic-feeling and protection extends to even inside of Your body, almost as if Your very insides are cuddled and embraced. This is most vivid in the center of Your chest as our soul-hearts armor Your [[heart]] itself, protecting You not only physically but spiritually as well.
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Much more vividly than before, You can feel the divinity and power of each slut directly added to Your own. All of their muscles’ strength in death adds to Your muscles’ strength in life, for starters. Your mind is similarly enhanced, as is Your confidence. Any supernatural abilities the sluts wielded, from spells to superheroine flight, become Yours as well.
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Optionally, the normally-transparent layers become so dense that they form a wispy albeit opaque solid, though it still hovers effortlessly on Your body. At this point it would likely resemble a full suit of plate mail, [[Samus]]’ zero suit, or perhaps a reptilian scale suit.
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==3. Soul Power Armor (Empress-tier)==
Your soul armor has likely hundreds of layers at this point. You experience all the power of every slut within all combined together. Every single [[Kym|cell]] of Your body is embraced, empowered, and protected by no less than a hundred different sluts each deemed worthy enough for the privilege. Even if You weren’t invincible by Your own merits, this armor is so impenetrable that it could accomplish the same feats. The souls are so all-protective that they even block negative mental stimuli.
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If Your armor has a visible form, at this point it likely resembles ornate high sci-fi power armor complete with impressive wings that fold and retract like a transformer. Whitish-cyan jets of pure soul blast out from Your hands, back, feet, and wings for extra speed or power, or to provide ki-blast-like attacks. At this point You can even form plasma blades of pure soul.
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Alternatively, if You manage to conquer a particularly powerful slut (for this tier), such as a goddess, You can directly transform that slut into soul power armor which acts like hundreds of lesser layers (ideally through a cheesy transformation sequence).
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Often the armor incorporates into its design the best components of composite sluts; for example a dragon-slut’s wings, a demon-slut’s horns, a tank-sluts cannons, a [[Fire (Type)|fire-elemental]]’s flames, a cyborg’s visor-scouter, a barbarian’s greataxe, and so on.
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==4. Soulscale Armor (Goddess-tier)==
At this point the few innermost layers consist of scores of soulface smooching and tonguing every inch of Your body, while the outside few layers have scores more facing outwards. A new layer in the middle is comprised of hundreds more soulfaces, each one shrunk down to be the size of a scale–about an inch–forming an impenetrable silk-steel-soul alloy powered directly by soul and pure omnilove that forms is the single strongest substance in existence. There is literally no force below goddess-level that can penetrate this.
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Moreover, at this point the power and love absorbed from every single soul begins to work in tandem, giving You even more power than even the sum of the now (likely) thousands of composite souls ever held in life. The power is so overwhelmingly powerful that the armor itself (whether visible or not) glows with Your [[Personal Color|colors]], or the hot-pink colors of hyper-omnilove.
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==5. Soulface Shields (Galagoddess-tier)==
By now Your soul armor is evolving well beyond simply being “armor.” Additional layers become spectral versions of each slut’s face which orbit around You like tiny satellites. Each face is literally two-faced, staring outward aggressively but staring with ahegaoing heart-eyes inward towards You. Conveniently the shields can be switched to any transparency at will, preventing them from blocking Your vision.
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Concentric Soulface Barriers: It takes about a hundred soulface shields to make a single spherical barrier that completely encompasses You from all sides. Unlike the baseline armor underneath, any attack which hits the exterior is struck directly to a soul-slut’s face, which is vastly hyper-sensitive compared even to a normal face. But moreover any projectile attack is bounced back, and any attack (by default) is automatically counter-attacked with [[voidgao]] beamface plasma-shots or another means of offense.
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Each new barrier-layer will form more and more rapidly, each one placed on top of the other. Taken to the extreme these stacked barriers can become meters thick, or even far beyond that…

==6. Heaven Armor (Unigoddess-tier)==
A radical ascension of Your soul armor, requiring such immense power that it might have taken [[Unigoddess]] levels of absolute power to achieve. Every single one of the thousands or tens of thousands of soul-armoring sluts unanimously and simultaneously learn how to turn their “[[heaven]]” or good karma itself into a manipulatable resource. Each “heaven” is an entire world borne from that slut’s very soul, and would be destined to become the eternal paradise she earns in her afterlife under other conditions.
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Every single one of those eternal afterlife heavens is added to Your living experience. All the bliss and happiness You experience skyrockets thousands of times over. Not only all the power of all these sluts as they lived, but the unbridled power of thousands of separate kingdoms of heaven of their afterlives, all become Your power, and Yours alone. Words cannot begin to describe the levels of euphoria this gives You at all times, the sheer power this alone instills within You, or the sheer extent of absolute invincibility this bestows. While You could have possibly received heaven armor at earlier tiers, unigoddess is perhaps the lowest tier You can reach where the sheer magnitude of so much power and bliss doesn’t overwhelm You to a disarming degree.
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At this point Your armor (if visible) takes on [[Heaven (Type)|heavenly]] accents, especially gold—perhaps white-and-gold designs, or a black-and-gold color scheme. Angelic wings either literally form or simply adore Your back like a tattoo.
[[Halos]]. Most importantly, You gain a single halo for every single slut-soul within the armor, representing Your acquisition of her heaven. Like the other parts of the armor these can be rendered invisible at will. If the halos didn’t sort themselves this would result in a titanic pillar-like crown of golden light above Your head from all the hundreds or thousands of halos stacked on each other.
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But thankfully each halo stylishly sorts itself upon Your body automatically. One of the ways it does this is by fusing halos; a hectohalo for example is a single golden ring created by 100 halos fusing together, and itself shines with the radius and glory of 100 halos. Moreover each halo isn’t limited to floating above Your scalp but can be anywhere on Your body.
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For example, You might have a pair of hectohalos wrapped around each of Your biceps, another pair on wrapped around each of Your thighs, a hectohalo around each wrist and ankle, four hectohalos around Your [[Godcock]], two stacked hectohalos floating above Your cockhead, three stacked hectohalos floating above Your actual head, and a huge kilohalo floating behind Your back (for 2300+ halos total). Generally halos always float just above Your body and never interfere with movement; for example the halos around Your biceps float just an inch above Your skin, and would sooner phase through Your body than block movement.
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==7. Transcendent Soulgundam (Omnigoddess-tier)==
The final(?), optional upgrade to Your heaven armor. Literal millions, then billions, then trillions, then googolplexes and more souls and soulfaces merge to become heaven armor so immense and unstoppable it resembles the cheesiest and most over-the-top super-robot or super-mecha suit of all time, possibly even eclipsing a planet or a star or beyond in size, all while literal lightyears-thick soulface shields embrace You from all sides. The sheer overwhelming force of so many heaven-kingdoms and overdivine omnilove sheds quasar-snuffing prismatic light, maxing out the entirety of the electromagnetic spectrum at once. At its highest peaks, this level of soul armor could perhaps only exist in the Void between universes. The armor is so mighty that even unaided by Your strength, it could effortlessly wield universes themselves as [[bitch-blades]] or other [[slut-equips]].

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Vortex

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Vortex is one possible [[Sluts|slutification]] of a supermassive black hole. Floating weightlessly in the depths of space, or at the center of a doomed galaxy, this buxom beauty resembles a being of pure energy and swirling [[Fire (Type)|flame]]--roaring across a distance of over 100,000 lightyears. She gulps down [[Star|stars]] of any size like pathetic, unworthy appetizers for [[You|Your]] [[Godcock]].
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Though some [[Mortal|mortals]] may only see her as a black hole from which no [[Photoslut|light]] can escape, You can see the truth. Light, reality, and even space-time itself spins all around Vortex like her namesake--a [[Cosmic (Type)|cosmic]] tornado pulling literally everything to her glowing lips faster than the speed of light.
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Her gorgeous mane swirls through her own vortex, eternally twisting like a awe-inspiring nebulus flame that stretches for millions of lightyears as it coils into ever-smaller circles. This beautiful mane almost masks her even more striking face; You can see her pure “skin” is composed of trillions of glowing yellow, orange, and red stars--rendering her “flesh” burning against Your invincible touch like a plush, warm plasma. Her thick, bold eyebrows are of a bright red gaseous solid.
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The “whites” of her eyes are not white at all, but stark black voids darker than any point in dead space; her irises and pupils are the most illustrious supermassive stars imaginable, shining brilliantly--blinding to mortals, but literally stellar to Your senses.
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Her thick and luscious lips are overwhelming light in every spectrum, gushing gamma rays as much as visible light; shining brighter than any phenomenon a mortal can imagine--so bright they could sear any mundane matter down to its tiniest shards, then melt those shards into pure energy. To You, these celestial lips are purest white color imaginable. Even in Your omniscience, one couldn’t imagine a brighter and more beautiful light--until her lightyears-long tongue of pure light and energy unfurls. All this light is a heavenly gateway to the stark-black, seemingly infinite void that is her throat; blacker than any mere matter in the universe; a void she so desperately craves to fill.
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Her absolutely colossal chest is so immense with galaxy-dwarfing star-tits that no one could blame even You for not even seeing the all-burning light of her tongue before them; and of course, she has hips to match.
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This brilliant appearance reflects the sheer overwhelming influence and energy Vortex contains. She is a singularity of cocksucking; her entire existence is to suck the One True Cock, so righteously wielded by [[You]]. This need consumes her mind, [[Souls|soul]], and body like an overwhelming insanity. She can seemingly never cease sucking.
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It’s entirely possible Vortex has sucked up several entire galaxies in her cockthirst. For the unforgivable sin of not being Your cock, everything she greedily guzzles--from entire [[Galagoddess|galaxies]] to lowly [[AAA]]s--are obliterated into pure heat and energy.
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About 5% of the energy Vortex consumes in this manner is added to her size and brilliance and energy highlighted in her physical appearance. The remaining 95%? It is all condensed into what some would call her soul, or her core, but Vortex would call her [[Womb|womb]]: a physics-shattering void that fills her and contains her mind, her [[Heart|heart]], and her soul in their most sensitive forms.
If Vortex achieves her dream of coiling her brilliant lips and tongue around Your cock, sucking hard enough to shatter stars, You will feel all that energy gush and lather and love Your omnipotent pillar at levels words cannot even begin to describe. Eons and galaxies of pure energy focused into a cocksucking all-licking womb that defies time and space, distilled into one perfect onahole purposely-built from galaxies themselves for the sole purpose of providing Your and only Your Godcock with ultimate pleasure. Vortex will suck with such intense zeal that her literal soul-womb burns and incinerates herself into utter obliteration, expending every last bit of her divine power and soul on Your pleasure--and hopefully--Your climax.
It is believed by some that the immense climax You could achieve from the most perfect form of Vortex would end up destroying the entire universe with its sheer orgasmic intensity.

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Vortex

2025-05-04T00:56:28Z

Archangel:

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Vortex is one possible [[Sluts|slutification]] of a supermassive black hole. Floating weightlessly in the depths of space, or at the center of a doomed galaxy, this buxom beauty resembles a being of pure energy and swirling [[Fire (Type)|flame]]--roaring across a distance of over 100,000 lightyears. She gulps down [[Star|stars]] of any size like pathetic, unworthy appetizers for [[You|Your]] [[Godcock]].
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Though some [[Mortal|mortals]] may only see her as a black hole from which no [[Photoslut|light]] can escape, You can see the truth. Light, reality, and even space-time itself spins all around Vortex like her namesake--a [[Cosmic (Type)|cosmic]] tornado pulling literally everything to her glowing lips faster than the speed of light.
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Her gorgeous mane swirls through her own vortex, eternally twisting like a awe-inspiring nebulus flame that stretches for millions of lightyears as it coils into ever-smaller circles. This beautiful mane almost masks her even more striking face; You can see her pure “skin” is composed of trillions of glowing yellow, orange, and red stars--rendering her “flesh” burning against Your invincible touch like a plush, warm plasma. Her thick, bold eyebrows are of a bright red gaseous solid.
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The “whites” of her eyes are not white at all, but stark black voids darker than any point in dead space; her irises and pupils are the most illustrious supermassive stars imaginable, shining brilliantly--blinding to mortals, but literally stellar to Your senses.
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Her thick and luscious lips are overwhelming light in every spectrum, gushing gamma rays as much as visible light; shining brighter than any phenomenon a mortal can imagine--so bright they could sear any mundane matter down to its tiniest shards, then melt those shards into pure energy. To You, these celestial lips are purest white color imaginable. Even in Your omniscience, one couldn’t imagine a brighter and more beautiful light--until her lightyears-long tongue of pure light and energy unfurls. All this light is a heavenly gateway to the stark-black, seemingly infinite void that is her throat; blacker than any mere matter in the universe; a void she so desperately craves to fill.
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Her absolutely colossal chest is so immense with galaxy-dwarfing star-tits that no one could blame even You for not even seeing the all-burning light of her tongue before them; and of course, she has hips to match.
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This brilliant appearance reflects the sheer overwhelming influence and energy Vortex contains. She is a singularity of cocksucking; her entire existence is to suck the One True Cock, so righteously wielded by [[You]]. This need consumes her mind, [[Souls|soul]], and body like an overwhelming insanity. She can seemingly never cease sucking.
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It’s entirely possible Vortex has sucked up several entire galaxies in her cockthirst. For the unforgivable sin of not being Your cock, everything she greedily guzzles--from entire [[Galagoddess|galaxies]] to lowly [[AAA]]s--are obliterated into pure heat and energy.
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About 5% of the energy Vortex consumes in this manner is added to her size and brilliance and energy highlighted in her physical appearance. The remaining 95%? It is all condensed into what some would call her soul, or her core, but Vortex would call her [[Womb|womb]]: a physics-shattering void that fills her and contains her mind, her [[Heart|heart]], and her soul in their most sensitive forms.
If Vortex achieves her dream of coiling her brilliant lips and tongue around Your cock, sucking hard enough to shatter stars, You will feel all that energy gush and lather and love Your omnipotent pillar at levels words cannot even begin to describe. Eons and galaxies of pure energy focused into a cocksucking all-licking womb that defies time and space, distilled into one perfect onahole purposely-built from galaxies themselves for the sole purpose of providing Your and only Your Godcock with ultimate pleasure. Vortex will suck with such intense zeal that her literal soul-womb burns and incinerates herself into utter obliteration, expending every last bit of her divine power and soul on Your pleasure--and hopefully--Your climax.
It is believed by some that the immense climax You could achieve from the most perfect form of Vortex would end up destroying the entire universe with its sheer orgasmic intensity.

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Soul Armor

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Soul Armor

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Soul Armor involves disembodied sluts using their [[Soul|souls]] as literal [[Slut-Equip|armor]] which is worn on [[Your]] body, protecting [[You]]. Wearing a single soul as armor feels like a subtle full-body embrace, and influences Your body in subtle ways unique to who the slut was in her last life. Adding multiple souls to the armor exponentially intensifies the effect, and with enough layers the armor can (optionally) become opaque.

[[File:Soul_armor_deets.jpg|thumb|A condensed summary. (OC)]]
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We. Fucking. Love. This.
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==1. Soul Barrier==
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Briefly, a soul barrier is a slut using her soul to protect Your entire body like gapless armor that’s worn almost like a second skin. It’s an almost invisible barrier that completely encloses Your body. This requires the slut’s soul to leave her body, which could either be caused by soul projection or a result of popping.
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Often your first soul barrier tends to be a nurturing or motherly figure who comes up with the idea, such as a cherished childhood friend or a big sis-type figure.
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The barrier is easy to go unnoticed, especially once You get used to it. It feels like Your entire body is embraced by the corresponding parts of the slut’s body—Your fingers worn inside hers like gloves, and her face overlapping with Your own face—but in a way that feels distant, faint, and unobtrusive. If an attack or other harmful effect strikes You, the barrier suddenly becomes opaque and solid–albeit a whitish-cyan color—to absorb the blow, which in most cases You won’t feel at all. Instead, the slut’s soul feels it—and a soul is magnitudes more sensitive and vulnerable than a body.~
You can activate the soul barrier at will, a bit like holding the shield button in Super Smash Sluts.
Additional soul barriers stack over each other to absorb stronger blows, and related effects strengthen as You advance in tier. Stronger omnilove makes for stronger armor, so it’s best to only choose sluts who omnilove You the most.
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2. Soul Armor (Princess-tier). By now, Your soul barrier likely has dozens of layers—with each layer that of a different worthy slut—and its powers skyrocket accordingly. The faintly tangible sensation of one layer becomes much more vivid as dozens of layers overlap with each other. The layers of course are dozens of times more resilient, all working together to absorb blows, even taking bullets to the eye without so much as tickling You.
Additionally the ectoplasmic-feeling and protection extends to even inside of Your body, almost as if Your very insides are cuddled and embraced. This is most vivid in the center of Your chest as our soul-hearts armor Your heart itself, protecting You not only physically but spiritually as well.
Much more vividly than before, You can feel the divinity and power of each slut directly added to Your own. All of their muscles’ strength in death adds to Your muscles’ strength in life, for starters. Your mind is similarly enhanced, as is Your confidence. Any supernatural abilities the sluts wielded, from spells to superheroine flight, become Yours as well.
Optionally, the normally-transparent layers become so dense that they form a wispy albeit opaque solid, though it still hovers effortlessly on Your body. At this point it would likely resemble a full suit of plate mail, Samus’ zero suit, or perhaps a reptilian scale suit.
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3. Soul Power Armor (Empress-tier). Your soul armor has likely hundreds of layers at this point. You experience all the power of every slut within all combined together. Every single cell of Your body is embraced, empowered, and protected by no less than a hundred different sluts each deemed worthy enough for the privilege. Even if You weren’t invincible by Your own merits, this armor is so impenetrable that it could accomplish the same feats. The souls are so all-protective that they even block negative mental stimuli.
If Your armor has a visible form, at this point it likely resembles ornate high sci-fi power armor complete with impressive wings that fold and retract like a transformer. Whitish-cyan jets of pure soul blast out from Your hands, back, feet, and wings for extra speed or power, or to provide ki-blast-like attacks. At this point You can even form plasma blades of pure soul.
Alternatively, if You manage to conquer a particularly powerful slut (for this tier), such as a goddess, You can directly transform that slut into soul power armor which acts like hundreds of lesser layers (ideally through a cheesy transformation sequence).
Often the armor incorporates into its design the best components of composite sluts; for example a dragon-slut’s wings, a demon-slut’s horns, a tank-sluts cannons, a fire-elemental’s flames, a cyborg’s visor-scouter, a barbarian’s greataxe, and so on.
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4. Soulscale Armor (Goddess-tier). At this point the few innermost layers consist of scores of soulface smooching and tonguing every inch of Your body, while the outside few layers have scores more facing outwards. A new layer in the middle is comprised of hundreds more soulfaces, each one shrunk down to be the size of a scale–about an inch–forming an impenetrable silk-steel-soul alloy powered directly by soul and pure omnilove that forms is the single strongest substance in existence. There is literally no force below goddess-level that can penetrate this.
Moreover, at this point the power and love absorbed from every single soul begins to work in tandem, giving You even more power than even the sum of the now (likely) thousands of composite souls ever held in life. The power is so overwhelmingly powerful that the armor itself (whether visible or not) glows with Your colors, or the hot-pink colors of hyper-omnilove.
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5. Soulface Shields (Galagoddess-tier). By now Your soul armor is evolving well beyond simply being “armor.” Additional layers become spectral versions of each slut’s face which orbit around You like tiny satellites. Each face is literally two-faced, staring outward aggressively but staring with ahegaoing heart-eyes inward towards You. Conveniently the shields can be switched to any transparency at will, preventing them from blocking Your vision.
Concentric Soulface Barriers. It takes about a hundred soulface shields to make a single spherical barrier that completely encompasses You from all sides. Unlike the baseline armor underneath, any attack which hits the exterior is struck directly to a soul-slut’s face, which is vastly hyper-sensitive compared even to a normal face. But moreover any projectile attack is bounced back, and any attack (by default) is automatically counter-attacked with voidgao beamface plasma-shots or another means of offense.
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Each new barrier-layer will form more and more rapidly, each one placed on top of the other. Taken to the extreme these stacked barriers can become meters thick, or even far beyond that…
6. Heaven Armor (Unigoddess-tier). A radical ascension of Your soul armor, requiring such immense power that it might have taken unigoddess levels of absolute power to achieve. Every single one of the thousands or tens of thousands of soul-armoring sluts unanimously and simultaneously learn how to turn their “heaven” or good karma itself into a manipulatable resource. Each “heaven” is an entire world borne from that slut’s very soul, and would be destined to become the eternal paradise she earns in her afterlife under other conditions.
Every single one of those eternal afterlife heavens is added to Your living experience. All the bliss and happiness You experience skyrockets thousands of times over. Not only all the power of all these sluts as they lived, but the unbridled power of thousands of separate kingdoms of heaven of their afterlives, all become Your power, and Yours alone. Words cannot begin to describe the levels of euphoria this gives You at all times, the sheer power this alone instills within You, or the sheer extent of absolute invincibility this bestows. While You could have possibly received heaven armor at earlier tiers, unigoddess is perhaps the lowest tier You can reach where the sheer magnitude of so much power and bliss doesn’t overwhelm You to a disarming degree.
At this point Your armor (if visible) takes on heavenly accents, especially gold—perhaps white-and-gold designs, or a black-and-gold color scheme. Angelic wings either literally form or simply adore Your back like a tattoo.
Halos. Most importantly, You gain a single halo for every single slut-soul within the armor, representing Your acquisition of her heaven. Like the other parts of the armor these can be rendered invisible at will. If the halos didn’t sort themselves this would result in a titanic pillar-like crown of golden light above Your head from all the hundreds or thousands of halos stacked on each other.
But thankfully each halo stylishly sorts itself upon Your body automatically. One of the ways it does this is by fusing halos; a hectohalo for example is a single golden ring created by 100 halos fusing together, and itself shines with the radius and glory of 100 halos. Moreover each halo isn’t limited to floating above Your scalp but can be anywhere on Your body.
For example, You might have a pair of hectohalos wrapped around each of Your biceps, another pair on wrapped around each of Your thighs, a hectohalo around each wrist and ankle, four hectohalos around Your Godcock, two stacked hectohalos floating above Your cockhead, three stacked hectohalos floating above Your actual head, and a huge kilohalo floating behind Your back (for 2300+ halos total). Generally halos always float just above Your body and never interfere with movement; for example the halos around Your biceps float just an inch above Your skin, and would sooner phase through Your body than block movement.
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7. Transcendent Soulgundam (Omnigoddess-tier). The final(?), optional upgrade to Your heaven armor. Literal millions, then billions, then trillions, then googolplexes and more souls and soulfaces merge to become heaven armor so immense and unstoppable it resembles the cheesiest and most over-the-top super-robot or super-mecha suit of all time, possibly even eclipsing a planet or a star or beyond in size, all while literal lightyears-thick soulface shields embrace You from all sides. The sheer overwhelming force of so many heaven-kingdoms and overdivine omnilove sheds quasar-snuffing prismatic light, maxing out the entirety of the electromagnetic spectrum at once. At its highest peaks, this level of soul armor could perhaps only exist in the Void between universes. The armor is so mighty that even unaided by Your strength, it could effortlessly wield universes themselves as bitch-blades or other slut-equips.