MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS: THE HAG CONJURING NORSE GOD LOKI
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS
(PTSD DREAMS)
CREATED
BY
J. BECK
2026
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
HAG CONJURING
NORSE GOD
LOKI
(PTSD DREAMS)
The English word "hag" has Germanic roots, related to Old Norse terms for "hedge" (enclosure/wild edge) + "riding"
Unlike more benevolent crones in some traditions
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
HAG CONJURING
NORSE GOD
LOKI
The Hag known as Grimhild—or in her mortal guise, the crone whose face bore the weathered—had waited decades in the shadowed fen for this night.
Her altar was no polished marble but a slab of peat-black stone slick with moss and the blood of offerings long dried.
Candles of tallow rendered from beasts she herself had strangled guttered in the damp wind, casting jagged shadows across her vast, sagging form.
Four hundred pounds of flesh hung heavy on her frame, rolls of pale, mottled skin spilling over the frayed edges of her burlap hooded cloak.
The coarse fabric clung to her sweat-damp curves, the deep neckline gaping to reveal the heavy swell of her breasts, adorned with crude charms of bone, iron rings, and amber beads that clacked softly with each labored breath.
Her long, greasy strings of gray hair hung like funeral veils, framing a face painted for ritual: thick black kohl smeared around eyes that gleamed with fanatic hunger, cheeks streaked with soot, lips pulled back to show sharp, yellowed teeth filed to points in devotion years ago.
She knelt on both dirty knees in the mud, the cold earth sucking at her flesh, staining the burlap darker.
In her gnarled hands she clutched a drinking horn carved from an aurochs, filled not with mead but with a brew of henbane, mandrake, and her own moon-blood—potent enough to tear the veil between worlds.
Her voice, cracked and guttural, rose in a chant older than the sagas:
“Sly One, Lie-Smith, Shape-Changer
Father of Monsters, Mother of Stallions
Loptr of the high airs, Hveðrungr the Roarer
Come to your faithful hag, your devoted crone
I offer flesh, I offer fire, I offer the wet altar of my worship.
Loki, come. Loki, take.”
The air thickened. The candles flared violet. A scent of scorched metal and frost-kissed iron flooded the fen. Then he was there.
Loki stepped from a rift that smelled of ozone and burnt promises.
Long, greasy black hair clung to his bare shoulders and chest like spilled ink, strands sticking to the lean, sweat-glistened planes of muscle.
Shirtless, his skin bore the faint scars of old shapeshifts—faint lines where feathers had burst, where scales had rippled away.
Black leather pants hugged his thighs and hips, low-slung enough to reveal the sharp V of his pelvis; heavy boots sank into the mire without sound.
His green eyes—sharp, amused, ancient—fixed on her with predatory delight.
The hag’s breath hitched. She crawled forward on hands and knees, the drinking horn extended like an offering.
“My Sly One,”
She rasped, voice trembling with reverence and lust.
“My favorite god."
"The only one who never turned from the ugly, the broken, the ravenous."
"I have waited lifetimes
To worship you as you deserve.”
Loki’s lips curled into that signature smirk, half cruelty, half invitation. He took the horn from her trembling fingers, drank deeply, throat working as the bitter liquid slid down.
A low, pleased hum vibrated in his chest. Then he tossed the empty horn aside and reached down, fingers tangling in her greasy gray strings, yanking her head back so she looked up at him.
“You think yourself worthy, crone?” His voice was smoke and silk, dangerous. “Prove it.”
She needed no further command.
Her thick arms wrapped around his leather-clad thighs, face pressing to the taut bulge straining against the black hide.
She nuzzled there shamelessly, inhaling the scent of him—smoke, iron, the faint metallic tang of blood and sex from a thousand shapeshifted trysts.
Her yellowed teeth grazed the leather in teasing bites as her hands roamed upward, nails raking over the defined ridges of his abdomen, tracing old scars.
Loki let her worship. He stood motionless at first, watching with hooded eyes as she mouthed along the outline of his cock through the leather, tongue pressing flat, soaking the material until it clung transparently to his skin.
When she finally fumbled with the lacings, freeing him, his length sprang heavy and flushed into the chill air—thick, veined, already glistening at the tip.
The hag moaned like a beast in heat. She took him into her mouth without hesitation, lips stretching wide around his girth, sharp teeth carefully held back as she swallowed him deep.
Her tongue—broad, rough from years—swirled and lapped, tracing every ridge, every pulsing vein.
Saliva dripped from the corners of her painted mouth, mixing with the black kohl that streaked down her cheeks like tears of devotion.
She sucked with desperate fervor, hollowing her cheeks, humming prayers around his flesh: muffled invocations of his names, pleas for his favor, promises of eternal service.
Loki’s hand tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm—slow at first, savoring the wet heat, then faster, forcing her to take him to the root until her nose pressed into the coarse dark hair at his groin.
She gagged softly but never pulled away; instead she pushed forward harder, throat working to milk him, eyes watering but fixed upward in adoration.
He growled—a sound that made the fen itself shiver—and hauled her up by the hair. The hag rose unsteadily, vast body quaking, breasts heaving beneath the gaping cloak. Loki spun her, bent her forward over the altar stone.
Her heavy breasts flattened against the cold peat, nipples scraping moss as he shoved the burlap up over her hips
Her backside—wide, dimpled, cellulite-rippled—presented itself like an offering. Between thick thighs her sex glistened, swollen and dripping, the scent of her arousal musky and primal.
Loki pressed against her entrance, teasing, the head of his cock sliding through slick folds. “Beg, my faithful hag,” he purred against her ear, teeth grazing the lobe.
“Beg your Sly One to claim you.”
“Please,” she whimpered, voice breaking. “Fuck your Crone. Fill me. Ruin me. Let me be the vessel of your chaos, your seed, your pleasure. I am yours—always yours.”
He thrust in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, a raw, ecstatic sound that echoed across the fen.
Her walls clenched around him, hot and greedy, sucking him deeper. Loki set a punishing rhythm—hard, relentless—each snap of his hips driving her soft belly against the stone, making her heavy breasts bounce and slap.
His hands gripped her wide hips, fingers sinking into yielding flesh, bruising as he pulled her back onto him again and again.
The hag clawed at the altar, yellow nails gouging peat, chanting his names between gasps:
“Loki… Sly One… Lie-Smith… my god… my everything…”
Her body shook with every impact, rolls of flesh rippling, sweat and mud mingling on her skin.
Loki leaned over her, chest to her back, one hand sliding around to find the swollen nub between her thighs.
He pinched and rolled it mercilessly while his other hand wrapped around her throat—not choking, but claiming.
His tongue traced the shell of her ear, then dipped lower to lick a stripe of black kohl from her cheek. “Come for me, crone,” he commanded, voice dark velvet.
“Show your god how much you love him.”
She shattered almost instantly—back arching, thighs quivering, a guttural scream tearing from her throat as her cunt pulsed and spasmed around him, flooding his cock with slick heat.
The sight, the sound, the feel of her devotion pushed Loki over the edge. He snarled, hips stuttering, and buried himself deep one final time, spilling inside her in thick, hot pulses that seemed endless—marking her, claiming her, filling her until it leaked down her thighs in pale rivulets.
They stayed locked together for long moments, breathing ragged. Loki finally withdrew, slick and spent, and turned her gently to face him.
The hag sank to her knees again, gazing up with wrecked, worshipful eyes. She leaned forward, licking him clean with slow, reverent strokes of her tongue, savoring the mingled taste of them both.
The fen still reeked of sex and scorched herbs, the peat altar slick beneath the hag’s knees.
Loki had not yet vanished entirely; he lingered in half-shadow, long greasy black hair falling across one smirking cheek, green eyes glittering with fresh mischief.
From nowhere—perhaps the fold of his leather pants, perhaps conjured from thin air—he produced a single, impossibly ripe peach.
It was enormous, larger than any orchard fruit had right to be: skin a deep, bruised crimson bleeding into gold, fuzz soft as velvet, already splitting faintly at the seam from its own swollen ripeness.
A bead of clear juice trembled at the cleft, catching the violet candlelight like liquid starlight.
He held it before her smeared, painted face.
“Open,”
Loki commanded softly, voice a velvet blade.
The hag—Grimhild Crone—tilted her head back obediently. Her long, greasy strings of gray hair slid across her shoulders; the burlap cloak gaped wider, heavy breasts shifting with each quick, reverent breath.
Her sharp yellow teeth parted, lips drawn back in a grimace of adoration more than smile. Black kohl had run in rivulets down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and the remnants of earlier devotions.
Loki pressed the peach to her mouth.
She bit.
The sound was obscene—wet, tearing, succulent. Crimson-gold skin gave way; juice burst across her tongue in a hot, honeyed flood.
It ran immediately, thick and golden, spilling over her pointed teeth, dripping from the corners of her mouth, tracing glistening paths down her chin, her throat, between the deep valley of her cleavage.
The primitive jewelry—bone beads, iron rings, amber chunks—gleamed wetly as nectar rolled over them.
She moaned around the mouthful, eyes rolling half-closed in bliss. The fruit was impossibly sweet, tasting of summer sun and forbidden orchards, of every stolen pleasure Loki had ever tempted mortals with.
“My Sly One,” she whispered against his softening flesh.
“My favorite god.
Thank you… for answering.”
Loki cupped her smeared, painted face, thumb brushing over sharp yellow teeth in something almost like tenderness.
“Faithful Hag,”
Loki Murmured.
“You please me well.
Call again when the moon is dark.
I may yet have more
Mischief for you
To Taste.”
Then he was gone—vanishing into smoke
and shadow—leaving her kneeling in the
mud, body aching, heart full, already aching
for the next summoning.
. . .
(TO BE CONTINUED)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
NORSE GOD LOKI
& GIANTESS ANGRBODA'S
MONSTROUS FAMILY
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-norse-god_30.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE DEVIL & LOKI MAKE AN ALLIANCE
ATOP MT KIRKJUFELL
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-devil_29.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE DEVIL VISITS THE DEMON STOLAS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-devil_26.html?m=1
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE DEVIL MEETS BALAAM
IN OLD JERUSALEM
& ENCOUNTER JEWISH SUCCUBUS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-devil_87.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
MOTHER GODDESS
WITH
ANGRBODA & SINYN
"FINDING CHRIST"
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-mother_25.html?m=1
(PICTORIAL NARRATIVE)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
"POLLUTING SACRED PLACES"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-polluting.html?m=1
(MOTHER GODDESS WITH
ANGRBODA & SINYN)
NORSE GOD
LOKI "THE TRICKSTER"
& TWO WIVES
ANGRBODA & SINYN
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-norse-god.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
NORSE GOD
LOKI&TWO WIVES PART 2
"In the Fevered Aftermath"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-norse-god_24.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
NORSE GODDESS SINYN
DRAWS THE UNHOLY GHOST
SHADOW NIGH
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-norse.html?m=1
CARMELA SOPRANO
MOBSTER WIDOW
(SOURCE)
From
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS
(PTSD DREAMS)
&
THE YOUNG SOPRANOS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/carmela-soprano-mobster-widow-from.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
CARMELA VISITING THE MADONNA
DISCOVERS
"DEMONS' PLAY"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-carmela_22.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
SOPHIA AKA
THE BLACK MOTH
STALKED
BY AAMON
THE WOLF DEMON
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-sophia.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
AAMON BLACK WOLF DEMON
&
JANICE (La Madre Orsa)
VISITING CHRIST CRUCIFIX
(EROTIC & DEMONIC NARRATIVE)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demon-spirits-aamon-black-wolf.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
JANICE (MADRE ORSA)
RETURNING HOME
AS THE DEVIL'S
PRODIGAL DAUGHTER
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-janice.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
"AN OLD FLAME"
THE DEVIL
&
JESSICA HARE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-old-flame.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
REVISITING
"AN OLD FLAME"
PART 2
THE DEVIL & JESSICA HARE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
"AN OLD FLAME"
PART 3
THE
DEVIL & JESSICA HARE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-old-flame_20.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
DEVIL & LILITH
DEFYING
THE BURNING BUSH
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-devil.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
DEVIL & LILITH
The
Burning Bush of Defiance
Part 2
Expanded
Revelations Dialogue
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-devil_18.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
ABADDON
"THE DESTROYER"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-abaddon.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
Secret Meeting At Stonehenge
(Satan & Abaddon)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-secret.html?m=1
ABADDON
THE
DEMON DESTROYER
MEETING
THE BLACK MOTH
(SOFI)
AT
HELLMOUTH LOUNGE
. . .
(TO BE CONTINUED)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMONS SPIRITS:
"THE BLACK MOTH"
(SOFI)
ENCOUNTERS
THE MARQUIS DEMON
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demons-spirits-black.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMONS:
"BAPHOMET"
THE BLACK MOTH
SOFI)
"ENLIGHTENMENT"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demons-baphomet-black.html?m=1
FURTHER
REFERENCES:
INTRODUCTIONS
DEMONS & FAMILIARS:
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/introductions-demons-familiars.html?m=1
AN
INTRODUCTION
PART 2
FEMME DEITIES & DEMONESS’:
VISITING THE MADONNA
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/an-introduction-part-2-femme-deities.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
DEMONIC CONCLAVE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-demonic.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
CONCLAVE
AFTER-PARTY
AT
"HELLMOUTH" LOUNGE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-conclave.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
SATAN & ANTICHRIST
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-satan.html?m=1
(Discussing Revelation
& The End of Time)
THE MOTHER GODDESS
VISITING THE MADONNA
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/the-mother-goddess-visiting-madonna.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
LOKI
&
THE MOTHER GODDESS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-loki.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA: "MATTY ORLANDO"
VISITING THE MADONNA
(& MEETING WOLF-DEMON AAMON)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-visiting.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO "
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS: MAMMON
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-meeting-demon.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO"
RETURNS TO VISIT MAMMON
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-returns-to.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA
MATTY ORLANDO
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
DEVIL & BLACK PULLET
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-meeting.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMONS:
ASTAROTH & ASMODEUS
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demons-astaroth-asmodeus-ptsd.html?m=1
WITH
EXTRAORDINARY
ALL NEW AI GENERATED IMAGES
USING WORD PROMPTS
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
ASTAROTH
ANDROGYNOUS SNAKE DEMON
&
ASMODEUS
GOATHEAD DEMON OF LUST
LIAISON:
A DEMON FLING
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-astaroth.html?m=1
DEMONS
"LILITH & AAMON"
(MEADOW & JACKIE JR)
A SUPPLIMENT FOR
THE YOUNG SOPRANOS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/demons-lilith-aamon-meadow-jackie-jr.html?m=1
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS:
LILITH SUCCUBUS & INCUBUS
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demon-spirits-lilith-succubus.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
"PAN"
GREEK GOAT GOD
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-pan-greek.html?m=1
"The Great God Pan is not Dead."
MATILDA
AKA
"MATTYO"
MATTY ORLANDO
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
MORE PAN
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/matilda-aka-mattyo-matty-orlando.html?m=1
(OUT IN THE WOODS)
MEETING DEMONS
(PTSD DREAMS)
A PICTORIAL NARRATIVE
JANICE
(LA MADRE ORSA)
VISITING
CHRIST CRUCIFIX
(MEETS AAMON THE WOLF DEMON)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demons-pictorial-narrative-ptsd.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
CARMELA ENCOUNTERS
WOLF DEMON AAMON
VISITING CHRIST CRUCIFIX
(PICTORIAL NARRATIVE)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-carmela.html?m=1
CARMELA VISITING
FATHER OZARIO & SISTER YESSI
(PART 1)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/carmela-visiting-father-ozario-sister.html?m=1
CARMELA
VISITING FATHER OZARIO & SISTER YESSI
(PART 2)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/carmela-visiting-father-ozario-sister_14.html?m=1
FROM
THE YOUNG SOPRANOS
APPENDIX II:
"Conspiracy of Crows"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/07/the-young-sopranos-appendix-ii.html?m=1
(The Ghost of Tony Soprano
Appears to Carmela)
FURTHER INTRODUCTIONS
OF DEMONIC DEITIES
LAMIA & JOHN KEATS
(PTSD DREAMS)
ELECTRA
AKA: "ELLIE"
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS:
BALAAM THE FALSE PROPHET
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/electra-aka-ellie-meeting-demon-spirits.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
MOTHER GODDESS
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-mother.html?m=1
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS:
URSALUPUS
ENCOUNTERS DEMON RAUM
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demon-spirits-ursalupus-ptsd.html?m=1
AN
ANALYSIS
OF
"THE UNHINGING CRUX"
(Meadow's Virgin Islands Confessions)
FROM
THE YOUNG SOPRANOS(TYS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/analysis-of-unhinging-crux-from-young.html?m=1
AN ANALYSIS &
PHOTO ALBUM OF MEADOW'S MANY FACES
W/CARMELA COMPARISON
A SUPPLIMENT
OF
"THE YOUNG SOPRANOS"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/07/read-young-sopranos-source.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA
"MATTY ORLANDO"
"MATILDA"
FROM LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL (1994)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-from-leon-professional-1994.html?m=1
MATILDA II
FROM LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-ii-from-leon-professional.html?m=1
"MATILDA" III
FROM LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-iii-from-leon-professional-1994.html?m=1
"MATILDA" IV
RESCUING BEETHOVEN
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-iv-rescuing-beethoven.html?m=1
"MATILDA" V
MATTY ORLANDO
DATING "JOHNNY B. GOODE"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-v-dating-johnny-b-goode.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA: "MATTY ORLANDO"
VI
MAKE-UP PRACTICE SESSION
W/ JOHNNY B. GOODE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-vi-make-up.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO"
VII
MEMENTO MORI
(DRUNKEN DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-vii-memento.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA
"MATTY ORLANDO"
SUBWAY RAT DREAMS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-subway-rat.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO"
VII
MATTY ORLANDO'S
(Narrative)
"SECRET LIFE"
(W/ OUT JOHNNY B. GOODE)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-vii-matty.html?m=1
"MATTY ORLANDO"
(ANIME)
RESCUES BEETHOVEN
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matty-orlando-anime.html?m=1
MORE
"MATTY ORLANDO"
(ANIME)
DATING
JOHNNY B. GOODE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matty-orlando-anime-dating-johnny-b.html?m=1
"MATTY ORLANDO"
(ANIME)
MEMENTO MORI
(ROMANCING THE DEAD)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matty-orlando-anime-memento-mori.html?m=1
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