eldritch-spouse

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Channeling my period pain to the icons, but vore-vore. 🤢

[eldritch-spouse]

Is Jonesy allowed to use a condom while fucking Charm to obey the don't cum inside rule? Does he know what a condom is? Does Miara know what a condom is?

Does Miara know what a condom is? Definitely. Does she acknowledge the existence of such? Not really.

Although the rational part of her is forced to acknowledge contraceptives -The word alone is sickly to her- can be beneficial, she openly dislikes them and wants nothing to do with such products, nor will she willingly facilitate the possession of such. You're not prohibited from using condoms if you live under her care, but the siadar is in no way interested in helping you receive some.

Some angels, purely by virtue of interacting with the residents of the island, have come to understand and get their hands on condoms, though most of them believe that Miara's distaste for them is justified. It must be. She knows better. Jonesy fits into this category. He has no love for condoms.

But the allure of getting to cum inside you while still respecting Mother's rule? It just sounds too good to pass up.

He consulted the siadar about this, naturally. Miara made a face of open revulsion, something that cut deeply into Jonesy's confidence, like a steaming knife through butter. But her mercy is endless, and the higher allowed it.

There was but one warning laid before the throne.

" Joakeel, should this contraceptive break, and the smallest drop taint my Charm, you will not draw breath long enough to beseech me. "

It's safe to say it took a long while before Jonesy was even able to think of putting his plan into motion without getting palpitations.

He considered purely waiting until you accepted Mother, knowing that might take a long time.

There was also the conundrum of knowing what type of condom he should get. Jonesy was floored by the amount of variety. Let alone the ones that claimed to have flavors and tingling effects- He had to procure something that could handle the size of a monster like him, a celestial. There were condoms made for very specific shapes, even ones accounting for the existence of barbs or extreme secretions. He could barely fathom the magic put onto condoms made to have sex with monsters of vastly different body temperatures...

There was no hiding his flustered tension throughout the mortifying ordeal of purchasing contraceptives. People stared at him through the entire process, likely due to the fact that he couldn't keep his voice level and snapped far too quickly at the smallest semblance of judgement.

It was worth it, it was all worth it- All that time wasting a handful of the things trying to place them on his shaft correctly, he did it so you could both experience such a moment!

He was ready and so hopeful that the size was correct, that he wouldn't just burst through it or make it tear-

You have a latex allergy.

Jonesy does a walk of shame back to the super market.

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If you are a darling of a TCE staff member, do you have enough consistent demonic exposure to begin transforming into one? I know the TCE itself is not in Perdition, and demonic exposure would not be consistent beyond Santi and mayyybe Grimbly? But I wanted to ask to make sure

Also, sorry if this has been asked already, I’m having a nightmare of a time with Tumblr’s search feature

[No problem! Tumblr's search feature almost never goes right, unfortunately.]

Not exactly.

Although Santi is a high-ranker, exposure to him alone isn't enough to lead you to develop demonic features, or eventually transform you into a demon. Having his mark on you can certainly cause subtle changes, but without his conscious input, it doesn't cause noticeable physical transformations.

Grimbly, as a halfling, cannot induce or compound the "infernal influence" effect, even if he descends from an Icon.

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Hiding from Caius because lately my nose has been bleeding from getting too dry and I have a gross habit of picking dry blood from my nose. I just don't want him to lecture me of my ocd habits.

Caius gets a very intrusive thought of shoving his tongue up your nostrils, which he thankfully does not do.

The leech is quite insistent that you must shed this accumulated blood however, through another area of your body. Shedding blood through your nose is not at all ideal for the myriad of biological processes that take place in that area! Why not fix that for now, and allow him to extract the excess some other way?

Every single time you pick at it and drag more fresh blood out, Caius gets just a tiny bit more irritated. You can kind of see his ears twitch and he makes some kind of frustrated hiss to get the smell out of his head.

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I want to be smothered by both Cero and Livius They're the worst of the icons, I say with hearts in my eyes

TW: Implied noncon.

The worst of the Icons, who also manage to get mildly along, so this could happen?

See, it's not too much of a stretch that the Icon of Pride would like to be mimicked, and Livius finds this incredibly funny, so while the two can never fully trust each other, they've become bizarre almost-friends along the way. The type of friends that definitely talk massive shit about each other behind the other's back.

You could, let's say, be one of the servers in Rinx's massive "Conqueror's Spoils" auctions. Other Icons often have to attend these auctions when invited, or else Rinx spreads open rumors of their supposed lacking financial status. Although Rinx tends to buzz all around the place during these events, appearing almost orgasmic with the sums of money being so readily tossed around, the other Icons scatter and seek their own crowds.

Cero and Livius have chatted idly at the tall balconies more than once during these auctions. All it takes is you passing by, and catching Cero's eye for a fraction of a second too long, enough for Livius to notice, store it in the back of his head.

" Huzzah! " The envious one cheers after urging Cero into a deserted room, revealing you alone, about to sweat yourself to death in anxiety.

" I've rented her services exclusively for ourselves tonight. We deserve that, don't we? What sense does it make for us to not have our own specific server? "

Cero had to concede some part of Livius' logic made sense, but that doesn't mean he's not aware of the demonlord's little jab. Perhaps he is jealous of Rinx's more appealing servants present today, but he knows Livius is jealous of Rinx in general, so Cero doesn't see this as something to worry about...

He opts to focus on you instead.

With each question the two of them ask you, they get closer, while your feet remain planted to the ground.

Where would you run? Behind you is Livius, whose arms corral you forward, and in front of you is Cero, who you have no doubt would yank you back by the hair.

Whatever answers and suggestions you stutter are ignored by the two, until your face is pressed against the frills of a brochure-clad suit and something breathes against your scalp.

The ruckus outside is nothing more than a faint murmur. One hand across your side become two grabbing and squeezing, then four fondling just about anywhere. A slow rocking back and froth between two sets of large hips and a throbbing from both sides.

It doesn't matter what they do, no one will believe you.

[eldritch-spouse]

How affectionate is Mooncalf?

Decently so.

A fey's affection is bound to be overwhelming, especially coming from one who's been dormant for so long and wishes to rekindle the excitements of life.

Mooncalf is fond of watching you in general. Sometimes he'll keep his distance, other times he's glued to your back, but it's intensely clear the fey wants to be a part of your day and will interject whenever he sees an opportunity to.

Mooncalf's physical affection ping-pongs between very jarringly picking you up -He enjoys tossing you into the air only to catch and rock you afterwards- and stimming with you. Be it tapping his fingers across your skin or kneading the dough of your palms/tummy/legs.

While hugs and all sorts of embraces are frequent with him, he avoids kissing. Not because he dislikes it, but rather due to his mouth bring a little rigid in his standard form. This is nulled when he's glamored, of course.

This fey, like many others, is a big fan of dancing. Those legs may look awkward, though rest assured Mooncalf has no difficulty swaying to tunes, and roping you into it. Dancing with you is one of his favorite forms of showing affection and you shouldn't reject this too much.

There are habits you may need to bring up with him. Mooncalf doesn't have to common sense to greet you with an embrace, he may keep his distance until he's taken with the urge to smother you in giggling squeezes. Likewise, he doesn't always part with a kiss or nuzzle. His gestures may come off as sporadic because of such.

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Imagine how funny it'd be when you tell explain to your kids and Rinx/ Kalymir about Santa and on Christmas eve you see them setting up traps and wait for Santa so they could capture him. It's funny to watch them waiting for Santa so you don't have the heart to tell them he's not real.

Christmas is more something that the Rings make use of, rather than something they believe in, if that makes sense.

Both Rinx and Kalymir will apply different spins to your tales of Santa.

Kalymir takes the opportunity to instill in his child the notion that "Nicholas" is a great beast whose belly is full of treasure and trophies, and it's up to the kid to ward the home against this beast. If it's sufficiently intimidated, "Nicholas" will drop some treasures in submission and move on to the next house. It's actually a rather clever take for Kalymir. The kid is having a lot of fun creating traps and training, with their father overseeing this, but you do have to be more careful where you step, considering the place is now much more dangerous. Many staff have carelessly fallen into said traps and screamed in agony. Kalymir just cackles whenever he's caught in something.

Rinx has told his child that Santa Claus is a little thief who comes to steal away your most prized possessions. But if you manage to catch him in your home, you can dangle him upside down and he'll drop a bunch of wrapped goodies he took from others. Naturally, both the kid and Rinx spend time planning how to catch the thief, or more accurately, your child rattles off all kinds of insane schemes, and their dad tries not to laugh too hard. The state of the place is less dangerous than Kalymir's, but there's a few very funny "lures" set out for Santa Claus. Naturally, they don't find him and exhaust themself into sleep, woken up by their parents triumphantly holding the presents they "shook" out of Santa Claus before he escaped.

[eldritch-spouse]

Pinnie I have to say that Nebul is living in my mind rent free orz

What would be his reaction to his pearl wearing his robe? Like, for some reason finding it laying around, and Nebul is nowhere in sight. So they just wear it for the funsies and maybe falling asleep with it?

How are u? Hope you are having a good day♡- 🪶🍵

[Hellow, having a good one, hope you are too.]

Nebul keeps multiple versions of the same robes, as one might expect. His wardrobe isn't exactly the most varied.

Though sometimes, after a shower for example, he may choose to put on thinner robes, still dark in coloration, while allowing his mist to spread and settle where it pleases.

Temperature has never been much of an issue for the wraith, but even so, it's not like him to forget the ideal conditions for his pets. He guesses the room temperature has gotten too cold, and you've grabbed his robes in desperation while he tended to other matters.

Observing you curled up in his armchair, it's clear you're fast asleep, the size of his usual clothes far too big on you. Your head is almost entirely obscured by the hood alone, the excess pooling around your shoulders humorously. You've managed to cover the full extent of your legs, hugging them with drooping, long sleeves. The fabric stretches a fair amount, so the areas where he is emaciated and you are plump still get comfortably hugged.

Serene like this, Nebul takes a silent picture of you with a phone he previously held no love for. But now that it's full of sneaky pictures like this, he can't say the same. Calmness and deep comfort seep off you in thick waves, Nebul realizes that you've finally began associating him with all the positive, and codependent, emotions he's been aiming to spark in you all this time.

Perhaps, in the future, the wraith should get you a set of robes of your own. Something that fits better, at least.

The undead snakes a hand into the loose hood and uses the tips of his claws to scratch your scalp, fomenting the sensation of comfort you feel while satisfaction makes his mist buzz quietly.

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If krulu was given one minute to talk to his pre void self what would he say / warn him about?

Krulu wouldn't say anything major.

Although a part of him will always lament what happened to him in the Null, and there's a little voice inside him wishing he'd say something to Saudramar in order to prevent such a fate- He doesn't.

Because he understands, deep down, that to become the siadar he is now, to be truly free, to inherit what he has on Earth and make his plans come to fruition, he needs to be tortured.

Perhaps there was the briefest desire to instill plans of revenge in his younger self's mind, but the way that would change the future is not only unpredictable as it is undesirable. Krulu will not meddle with this.

He takes the time to observe Saudramar, as disgusted with his younger self as the Protector is with Krulu's perturbing appearance. Saudramar doesn't recognize the dark being before him as himself, unable to categorize Krulu at all. There's even some fear, in the midst of that confusion.

In spite of all that has happened, in spite of how he feels looking at Saudramar -how it makes the charred part of his form throb with pain- Krulu offers only a comforting warning.

All will change. Prepare yourself.

Any more communication from his part, and he chances destroying the future he knows altogether.

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*older Grimbly walking by*

Friend: Ooo he's bad boy isn't he?

Me: Nah, I'd say he's more of a mama's boy.

He'll pop something in his neck from how fast his head darts towards you.

It's been too long since someone clocked him correctly. Although Grimbly glares, there's an evaluation process happening at the same time. Congratulations, you saw through him, but did you do so because you intend to mock him for it, or because it suits your tastes?

He takes only a few seconds to decide if you're worth the time of pursuing, if you're worth vulnerability.

And if he smiles at you, your fate is sealed.

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Something I've been thinking about is how compared to Adelo and his queen, Adrul's wife would probably feel pretty lonely.

I mean, think about it, he has so many responsibilities, ruling a place as chaotic as hell, keeping the Icons in check and working for his God Father's ambitions. No doubt you wouldn't see him all that often and feel a little forgotten. Making friends would be even harder, more so with being human and queen of hell. Trying to find actual friends would be nigh impossible, maybe not with the other queens of the icons. Not sure you could see them all that often either. I can even see Adrul's wife being a little jealous of the other queens, always by their Icon's side and even helping them rule. He won't trust you with that, to protect you, sure, but it still stings

You're in hell, something you dont even have a choice about if you want to be with Adrul, away from all the friends you had before, surrounded by demons that would use and harm you if given the chance, with your husband that loves you but is always busy. It's bound to take a toll on you.

That's a reality, absolutely.

At least until things settle down, and it'll take a long time for Perdition to regain stability when Adrul first begins his meticulous work.

Adrul is no fool, understanding the strain that you must be under. He too wishes he had more time to spend with you, away from responsibilities and duties that grind his nerves to a fine dust.

In fact, it's usually those around you two that watch out for potential breaking points. Adelo, Belo and Admin, mostly. They sense enduring turmoil between the two of you and manage to convince Krulu to work on the Rings directly. With his father mercilessly commandeering operations and whipping Hell into its place, Adrul can afford to draw back and check on you.

There are very few people in this world he can call friends, you spend a lot of time with bobbles, and they're not always the best company. His Father's underlings certainly can't be trusted often. Adrul promises one day things will be better, you just have to believe him.

You just have to hold on a bit longer.

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I fight off Morell by taking a metal spatula to a Teflon pan and putting his oldest most well seasoned cast iron into the dishwasher. It’s a tactic worse than violence

I don't think the domestic abuse hotline could save you, anon.

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Getting my wisdom teeth out today. Which of the icons/tce boys would want them? (Or I'd like to give them to mooncalf hehehe)

Shags. He's torn between keeping them preserved or using your teeth to make some peculiar work of art.

Patches. He's most definitely keeping them safe and sound. It's a part of you, a little piece he can keep forever. How could Patches resist?

Wrathfolk in general. While gluttons may be a little horrified by the notion of you losing teeth that simply won't grow back, wrathfolk will make small trophies out of any body part you give them. Sure, they may not have torn them from you, but it's one of the few forms of submission that they might find attractive in a partner.

Mooncalf. Oh, fey and teeth. For sure, he wants your wisdom teeth. He also wants more of them, don't be too charitable. For each tooth, you get a little prize, be it money or small valuable stones. You can ask for more though.

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Telling mooncalf I'll CONSIDER giving him my name if he does an ever more complicated list of looney toons ass favors for me

You'd think he would get frustrated at such a shameless attempt of trickery, but Mooncalf is actually having a lot of fun testing the limits of your creativity.

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Breg grows muscle mass cuz my boy finally gets to eat real food and spend time outside, far away from that facility 🤛👊🤜

Time away from the facility certainly has allowed Breg to develop a healthier body, now that he's not under the constant stress and depression-afflicted immune system.

Egg yolks, livers and exploring caves definitely helps cake up. Remember, he eats the cardboard too.

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So like, will Krulu ever calm the fuck down with his childish hatred of humans? Because that's what it is, childish. The beings he wants to piss off aren't even looking at his actions, except Miara but she doesn't care.

He get's his two sons, takes over Eden and Perdition. He has his Vessel, his worshippers. After everthing, will he still be bitter about humans just....existing?

(Is this how Miara sees Krulu?)

Not likely. Krulu does calm down eventually, but his hatred remains vastly the same.

Krulu has to project his rage and hatred onto several things so that he can have a focus point, an anchor of sentiments that help him remain together after what he's endured. To break away at these feelings and expose them for their irrational nature is to force the siadar to shatter in all directions. The childish hatred you speak of is the core of what keeps Krulu minimally composed.

Even his own two children will come to this conclusion eventually. More than anyone, more than their mother and father, who are blinded by reverence, Adrul and Adelo can see the glaring contradictions in their Father's thought process. They know better than to touch that topic with a ten foot pole.

Miara as well sees Krulu as a fascinating, broken version of the siadar she once knew of. Her guard is lowered at this stage however, Krulu will have no real dominion over humanity, but he will still be able to hate it from afar. This is fine in her eyes.

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I want to like, dissect Krulu and Miara. If I was some eldritch deity plopping onto earth, I'd just pluck those two up and start slicing. Wanna see how Krulu's void damaged body reacts to his flesh being stripped off until there is only bone marrow. How Mother Miara's eyes swirl when cut in two. How body, mind, and soul act when magic is inflicted upon them.

They wouldn't die, no of course not. I wanna take my time studying these two Siadar. I'd put them together, again and again. There is so much to learn. Like the way their physical and spiritual existences act when the very magic is ripped out of them and shoved back in. How their immune system behaves. What kind of cells they employ. How much damage their tissue can recover from. I want to pick them apart on an atomic level. How will their dna transform when I steal a few atoms. Tearing out the very souls of these gods, to see how robust they are.

All that, with a clear conscience, after all, these two, and the Siadar as a whole, are far from virtuous and pure. Consider it a final curse of all the entities they've snuffed out

Their followers can watch on horror, no matter, because I want to study them next.

This is to say, in short, you made some fantastic beings that intrigue me endlessly

Sssssssiiiigggghhhhh, this is my smut pinnie.

Today in: Something fuckier than siadar grabs them like squeaky toys...

Even if this species is morally dubious at best and incredibly evil at worst, I think someone else just showing up to torture them in plain sight would induce twice the cosmic helplessness.

It's like seeing the shark that's going to kill you get devoured by a bigger beast of a shark that resumes its' chase after you.