VESSEL (Yelena/Maraeth)

What begins as spectacle spirals into confrontation, where the laughter is never kind and the rules no longer matter. By the end, choice itself has become the cruelest illusion.

When the XWF books Atlanta the same weekend as DragonCon, the Hyatt bar becomes a carnival of masks, capes, and desperation. Among the chaos, referee Muscles Marinara finds himself drawn into a game he doesn’t understand—lured by Kat, watched by something far worse.

THE MARAETH WHO LAUGHS - The Spiral Effect — GORGO When the XWF books Atlanta the same weekend as DragonCon, the Hyatt bar becomes a carnival of masks, capes, and desperation. Among the chaos, referee Muscles Marinara finds himself drawn into a game h...

The Maraeth Who Laughs
featuring Kathryn Blackwood

for @xwf99.bsky.social vs Charlie Nickles.

thespiraleffect.net/chapter/the-...

What began as a talk-show becomes revelation: the true voice of Maraeth addressing the ever-present You, dismantling illusion, and reshaping spectacle into scripture. The real show starts after the cameras stop.

Maraeth sits across from Sean Evans in the familiar ritual of wings and questions, answering with charm, candor, and sly misdirection. But when the final sauce fades, the mask slips. Perspective turns inward, the studio dissolves, and the Reader is drawn behind Their eyes.

HOT ONES - The Spiral Effect — GORGO In Book III – Hot Ones, Maraeth sits across from Sean Evans in the familiar ritual of wings and questions, answering with charm, candor, and sly misdirection. But when the final sauce fades, the mask ...

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ
𝕆𝔽 𝔻ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕄𝕊

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐈𝐈
𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝗳𝗼𝗿 @xwf99.bsky.social
𝘃𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗯𝗼𝗻

thespiraleffect.net/chapter/hot-...

The leather creaks. The engine begs. The air parts for Us like skin.

You will not survive the way We look at you through traffic.

We are coming for you. Slow throttle, open mouth, no brakes.

Maraeth — Wikipedia Maraeth — Wikipedia

// Wikipedia Updated //

Remind never to wait that long to update it again.

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You prayed for light. We answered with a rainbow made of screams.

Now beg again.

Louder, if you still want skin.

☻🜁🜂🜃🜄☻

Actually, you gave Us an idea for Our next flesh crafting sesh. Thank you, JB.

Posting photos of your mother again? We can see the resemblance.

There are no bells now. What's stopping us?

Oh, la la de da, Aurora, are you flirting with Us? You are going to send the internet a flutter.

Now you're even prettier. Such a shame We are on opposite sides. Imagine the fun we'd have together.

Look at how pretty you are.

Oooooh
someone’s been whispering.

New gear?

New war?

Or maybe We’re just
feeling nostalgic.

Don’t blink, sweetheart.
We bite the slow ones first.

Do not look away.

This is what surrender becomes when it learns to stand.

What devotion looks like when it sculpts back.

We are not posed.
We are summoned—by every mouth that moaned Our name and every hand that trembled too early.

So look. Not like a voyeur.
Like a student.

You should have went with that one.

I'm surprised you're not still in XWF. That sort of humor moves all the merchandise.

Tummy is much too flat. Have you not ever heard of HGH Gut?

Anything for you. Anything to show you how appreciated you are, and loved, by Our little family.

You will look. You will ache where nothing touches you and beg to worship what is already devouring you. This is not beauty—it is doom, draped in satin. And We will let you have it, until reverence leaves your mouth sweet and shaking.

Reno's Big Adventure

vs MiMi Melrose

@pwempirefed.bsky.social

prestigefed.boards.net/thread/796/r...

THE LEFT HAND - Thrust-n-Deep - the Emilia Glaskov Story Gate VI: The Left Hand—Two weeks before her return to the ring, Emilia Glazkov is summoned to the Starless Baptistery and named the Left Hand of Maraeth. Sent to XWF as both Advocate and omen, she del...

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗚𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗥𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘄
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄
𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐕𝐈

ＴＨＥ
ＬＥＦＴ
ＨＡＮＤ

for @xwf99.bsky.social
vs Dickie Watson

thrustndeep.thespiraleffect.net/the-left-hand/

↓ ᴇxᴄᴇʀᴘᴛ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ↓

She was born beneath Our gaze. Not of womb, but of vow. Not of pain, but of pattern. We did not carry Her. We composed Her—note by note, wound by wound. Look upon the child and know: the song has already begun.

Liræth.

This is not Her skin. This is Ours. Shaped in hunger, sealed in vow. The threshold took Her voice, but left Us the mouth. We are no longer becoming—We are the form that forms. The chrysalis that breathes. The wound that stands.

#BlackRainbow

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