#all he knows is mr eiden's essence

[fisheito]

Bad joke time: Rin&Yakumo pairing in fandom should be named "Ouroboros"

Also may we ask for Rin doodle (if you are comfortable ofc)? 🥺🙏

what u mean, ouroboros...?? lik. e. yakumo with his infinity essence and rin just slorping, and it never ending munching forever and eever because 🔁🔁🔁🔁🔁>>??

well...... since i've such a magnanimous and generous spirit.. i GUESS:

[phaerlax]

Eiden/Everyone quintuple drabble

For @nuflashfic's new Drabbles for the Birthday Boy event

Rei takes Eiden's pulse, expert fingers pressed at the Grand Sorcerer's neck. Something in the man's suddenly grave expression casts a pall of silence upon the otherwise noisy, chaotic gathering. A silence quickly broken by Rei's somber muttering– 

"I'm sorry. I know this is shocking, but… he's dead."

There's a cacophony of intakes of breath and distressed cries; most immediate is Yakumo's, who currently has his arms and legs coiled around the 'corpse' and constricts it further with a choked, disbelieving sob. Gasping, Morvay holds back a fully credulous Garu from leaping atop them in a burst of speed, and Blade's 'huuuh?' serves as backdrop to Aster's squeaky cursing—as the vampire hurls a dildo at Rei with what little strength he has. 

Rei just chuckles grimly as the rubbery phallus bounces off his pale back.

"What a time to start your comedy career! If Yakumo flies off the handle with Master out cold, who's gonna rein him in, huh? You? Birdbrain!"

(Meanwhile, still asleep after his contribution, Quincy turns away from the loud-ass group.)

"It's, it's okay Mr Aster– I can feel Mr Eiden's heartbeat, and he's– not cold!" The serpent hisses a sigh of relief by Eiden's neck.

"Riiight!~ I'm always monitoring darling's vitals. He's just suffering from 'essence depletion' now! From showing us his cutest face too much and too hard!"

"Hmph, it's just like this dumbass incubus' victims… I knew I shouldn't have let you have your way!"

"Yeow– as if you did! I was tied up and gagged almost the whole time, how is it my faaault–" Morvay shrieks and lets go of Garu as his tail is twisted. "You drunk his damn blood, shitty vampire, how am I the– and remember how rough Olivine was riding him last, that's what did iiit!"

At this point in their relationship, the priest simply smiles at that, a beacon of serenity amid chaos. "Lord Aster, do you have an Essence Vial for Eiden? I believe I can replenish him…"

"Tch, those don't come cheap… buut, of course! It's Master's birthday after all~ I'm sparing no expense! Be useful and fetch it for Father Olivine, Morvay!"

Olivine chants a soothing incantation after uncorking the Vial, unleashing a glittering nimbus of magic that happens to react with the many gemstones present—drawing Rei's curious eye to each. The whole clan is gathered, save for Dante (who'd made up some excuse about having to return to Solaria), Edmond (who'd been all too eager to escort him), and Kuya (who loathes a crowd he can't control, but had doubtlessly stuck around nearby). 

Now everyone (except Quincy) watches as the Grand Sorcerer takes in a deep breath, inhaling all that magic and shuddering back to consciousness with a drawn-out moan–

"Wah, Master woke up down there too–"

"Heey, Garu, dibs–!"

There are assorted chuckles as yokai and incubus spat over who gets to slobber over Eiden's rapidly re-swelling cock—including from the man himself, who wakes from a pleasant dream into another.

[halfetirosie]

ཐིཋྀ ALL ROADS LEAD BACK TO PHILOSOPHICAL DISCUSSION, NO ONE CAN ESCAPE IT ཐིཋྀ

(Elysium 08-09 React-os!)

1) This is the CREEPIEST peer-pressure scene I have ever seen...

( ⊙ _ ⊙ )

I CALL BULLSHIT!!!!

(This part of Vampire Bitch's creepy speech kinda reminds me of the sermon Olivine was giving at the beginning of this event. It acts as a sort of dark reflection of the message Olivine was trying to give then, I think...

In his sermon, if I remember correctly, Olivine said that everyone has "shortcomings," and that people should accept them and still try to do the right thing. On the other hand, the so-called Master of Elysium is saying people should indulge in all of their desires, regardless of the consequences.

I don't know if it was intended, but this feels like a twisted parallel to me. 🤷‍♀️)

I CALL BULLSHIT!!!! x2

Say it with me, now: If something seems too good to be true, then it probably is!

2) Bro accidentally made the most effective ANTI-drug PSA of all time:

"Here, take this drug! Then you, too, can be a pasty, skeletal drug dealer that ignores others' human rights!"

Gee, how very persuasive...

(◔_◔)

3) PFFFFFT!!! 😂

Eiden over here hiding behind Kuya like he's his big brother--

😂😂😂

4) Damnnnnn, Kuya calling Vampire Bitch out on his Bullshit!!!!!

Lemme tell you, it feels WEIRD AF to actually side with Kuya on something.

Like, I know in my last post I talked about how Kuya is more reasonable when it comes to large-scale issues. But seeing him actively scold someone for harming others? All of this ★ Responsible Kuya ★??? WEIRD.

It's like going to a high school reunion, and seeing the Deadbeat Stoner Kid™ wearing a suit and talking about their corporate job---I mean, hell yeah, good for them, but I do not know this person anymore :D

5) Eh, idk man. I'm having so many THOUGHTS.

First of all, I think it's definitely debatable whether this has "anything to do with Mr. Kuya." Yes, people always make their own decisions in the end---by their own will---but you can't ignore the reality that others have the power to influence their decisions.

It's the second part of this exchange, where Kuya talks about how our decisions make us who we are, that feels strange to me.

I assume that this statement, along with the insistence that Olivine take the "Trial of Choice" (whatever the hell that is), is Kuya's weird-ass Tsundere Bullshit™ way of helping Olivine? As in, he sees Olivine having an internal struggle with himself, and this is his way of helping him be decisive??? 🤔

Or maybe Kuya just wanted to find a non-violent way to get Vampire Bitch to let him leave (+ leave him alone in the future)?

I just don't know, man.... Why does every goddamn thing the fox say have to be so cryptic???

(╯◉ _ ◉)╯︵ ┻━┻

6) Yeah, I agree with Eiden---

Just what the FUCK is this Trial for it to be such a big deal??? I trust NOTHING that has "Trial" in its name---

Although, I wonder; was the flashback we saw at the very beginning of this event from a past Trial of Choice? 🤔

7) BRUH. What kind of drug keeps you high for MULTIPLE DAYS??? After only one pill?????

Eiden's talking as if it's expected for him to still act loopy all these days later----

Oh shit, Was my theory from my first event post correct??? That this drug's effects last a really fuckin long time, which is why "occasional" use is enough to fuck up a person's body chemistry quickly???

That just makes me wonder even more; was the pill Kuya gave him really fake, or does it just not have much effect on someone with a ton of essence?

8) SEE, THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!!

Ignoring others' influence on one's (in this case, Olivine's) decisions is stupid!!!! 😡😡😡

Peer pressure wouldn't be possible if that wasn't a truth of life!!!

And in this case, where Olivine was literally being threatened, suggesting that he alone is fully responsible for his temptation is, respectfully, bullshit. ♡

Fuck, man, Olivine is always way too hard on himself....

( • ᴖ • )

9) (⊙ᗣ⊙)

KUYA, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK????

I know this might be an urban legend, but honestly, it sounds like the sort of thing Past Kuya would do... The dude literally tore out the eyes of someone because they checked him out, after all....

Current Kuya has changed a lot, so I don't think something that grisly would be appealing to him, but.... the very idea that he once like that sort of thing is upsetting....

I also still strongly suspect that the "one survivor of the Trial" was the Master of Elysium....

A ton of weird vibes around this.

ཐིཋྀ End of report! ཐིཋྀ

[meewz]

do you have any blade/yakumo thoughts 🫶

i have actually thought about them before yes!!

so.. both of them are service tops. but they don’t know this until they’re far too in the moment to really care.

blade is very prudent on making sure everyone has their essence levels topped up, yakumo included of course. actually yakumo gets special attention because he often busies himself so much or gets lost in his anxieties, and that mixed with his general lack of concern for his own wellbeing means he doesn’t regulate his essence as much as he should. that’s where blade comes in!

if yakumo’s busy in the kitchen, blade reminds him to feed himself and gives him a kiss to restore some of his essence. if yakumo’s cried a lot that day, blade makes sure he drinks lots of water and gives him a kiss to cheer him up as well as pass along some essence. blade loves to give him little kisses throughout the day, seemingly for no reason at all, and you’d think yakumo would be used to it considering how often it happens, but he always blushes bright red while blade comments on how cute he is <3

during their brief escapade as idols these ‘essence regulation check-ins’ only increased in frequency. yakumo usually makes sure he pulls away for the kiss can go on for too long, lest he get too wrapped up in it, but this time… he’s been so anxious lately, and blade is such a comforting presence (and an enthusiastic kisser) it can’t hurt to get a little carried away, can it?

yakumo pulls blade down on top of him, blade letting out these appreciative hums like he wants to compliment yakumo on how good of a kisser he is but he can’t because of how tightly the serpent is holding on to him. they have to split for air eventually, regardless of how badly yakumo just wants to run his tongue across blade’s teeth until he can’t think anymore, and blade sits back to look down at him with his eyes sparkling and lips shiny.

“wow, little yakumo! you’re so good at that! how come we’ve never done that before?”

yakumo barely processes the compliment, too busy thinking about how badly he wants. his dick is aching, so worked up from a simple makeout session, and for once he can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed. probably because of the way blade’s looking at him.

“u-um, mr. blade.. i..” yakumo’s plea for.. something gets abruptly cut off by a needy whimper as blade settles back, aligning their hips together and letting out a sing-songy moan at the sensation.

“little yakumo, you’re so cute like this…” blade pants out, gazing at the man under him with a look in his eyes that makes yakumo’s heart flutter. he knows some of his serpentine traits are showing through, his fangs elongated after kissing for so long and pupils narrowed into slits, but blade looks down at him like he’s the loveliest thing he’s ever seen.

“you’re so hard down here,” he admires, petting at yakumo’s stomach in a way that makes him squirm and wish that hand would move just a bit farther down. “do you.. want me to make you feel good?”

‘you already are.’ yakumo’s lust riddled mind helpfully provides, but instead of saying that he simply nods and blinks away the tears in his eyes.

blade opens himself up while kissing yakumo, skilled fingers working quickly and efficiently in a way that would make not-sex-drunk yakumo wonder if he usually does this to himself or others. knowing blade it could honestly go either way.

blade then proceeds to ride yakumo for hours, the stamina of an e-droid and a yokai not to be taken lightly, moaning loudly at the way the serpent’s unusually clumsy fingers rub at the glittering gem imbedded in his chest.

(distantly, yakumo feels guilty about telling eiden he would go to sleep early tonight, but he consoles himself after remembering how easily he falls asleep after burying himself deep inside eiden and making him cry out in pure pleasure until the sun rises the next morning. if anyone knows how tiring rigorous ‘exercise’ can be, it’s their beloved ‘manager’.)

(eiden notices, because of course he does, though he doesn’t say anything too direct. instead he simply smirks and shakes his head, remarking on how the two of them must have had a great sleep last night, much to yakumo’s embarrassment. blade does not help by energetically embracing yakumo in a hug from behind and saying ‘yep! little yakumo’s a great cuddler!’ in a way that has the serpent squeaking regardless of whether blade notices the innuendo of his words.)

[joyokosuka]

Aster: Geez...no matter how much I drink, it's not enough...

Morvay: My mark is heating up...

Yakumo: Mr. Eiden's hand is so warm...

Edmond: Why is such a large mansion filled with disgraceful objects!? Your wealth knows no bounds!!

Olivine: I'm worried about how quickly Eiden is learning. Soon, I won't need to hold his hand to teach him how to write. That thought...makes me feel lonely.

Quincy: If you're bad at something, just leave it to me. Inexperienced hands make for too much trouble.

Kuya: Well now, you have a job to do. Why don't you look for more interesting toys for me? I'm very particular about my collection. Heheheheh.

Garu: I love your smell, Master! And Karu does too, you know?

Blade: Hmm...When you touch the core on my chest, I feel all itchy, and heat up...Is this like a heartbeat?

Dante: Hmph. He dares say that my sexual technique is lacking!? Heh. I'll make him surrender his body and mind to me next time, absolutely.

Rei: I don't have enough samples. How can I go about seeing more essence transformations?

I have Quincy and Kuya's limited SRs but not high enough to listen. ORZ one day.....

Did you know that Nu carnival SR units have a "secret conversation"?

Would anyone be willing to help me translate them? I don't think they're available anywhere else on homescreen interaction.

Also, if anyone has Yakumo, Edmond, AO SR Kuya, or ST SR Quincy, please share!

[m4g1c-sh0p]

unedited not proofred yakumo x edmond filth written on my phone

warning : heavy mentions of oviposition/breeding kink, roughness, feminization(?) of edmond, yakumo uses his snakes during sex, and also yakumo is pent up and edmond pushes his buttons, they're in love, background morvay x eiden

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yakumo isn't sure how much longer he can last with things being the way that they were.

it's nothing to do with anything sir edmond has done; quite the opposite, yakumo greatly appreciates the company of someone less... abrasive and loud and touchy, while he cooks dinner for everyone in the mansion, but...

well that's just it--he doesn't know. eiden has tried to tell him more times than he can count that his crush on the vice captain-and, to a lesser degree, his lust over him-wasn't exactly a secret. the vice captain himself was probably the only one unaware, which... could explain why edmond felt comfortable enough to be bending over like that as he helped wipe up some flour yakumo had gotten in the ground.

stop staring, stop staring, stop staring--no matter how many times he says it ti himself, he keeps looking back over. it's not his fault sir edmond has... hips, like that, that he could stuff so full of eggs and cum and--

"wh-uwah-!!" just in time for the stew in front of him not to boil over, he was rushing to reach out and lower the heat, breathing out all shaky and relieved. really, he can't take much more of this. his only hope at this point was that edmond wouldn't notice how rock hard he was as he stood in front of the stove.

"...? yakumo? you seem tense. ... were the others picking on you again?" ... edmond's always been so kind, soft, with him-and yakumo can't ever understand why, but it only makes his heart swell and his cock throb harder.

"n-no!! no, no, it's-i-it's nothing, sir edmond, i'm just, ahh, oh-um-i'm a little tired today!"

whether he accepts the answer or not-edmond doesn't press further, just watches yakumo's actions, wary that he might hurt himself-but he's never been the type to outright show his worry for someone, so yakumo would be none the wiser either way.

and another comfortable silence falls over them as yakumo works. well... comfortable on edmond's end, probably not so much yakumo's. every time he moves he remembers how tight is pants are and every few seconds he can't help but look over at edmond and--

"that looks painful, yakumo. shall i... go alert that fraud in the dining room that you have an, issue that needs tending to?"

yakumo's immediate reaction is a shameful one, he grimaces and shames his head over and over and gets legitimately teary eyed, "oh-ah, that's-sir edmond i'm so sorry-i just, you were-and i shouldn't have stared at you like that, i-i'm such a, gross pervert, i'm sorry--"

"... i, i had thought you might be thinking of, h-him, not, myself,"

yakumo wants to flee the kitchen and never leave his room again. of course sir edmond didn't know-and now of course yakumo had messed that up too.

and he starts to-he shuts the stove off completely and turns to scurry off with his head down like a baby, but he's not expecting the the gloved hand suddenly wrapping around his wrist.

"... yakumo-"

"s-sir edmond i'm so very sorry, th-this is so, i'm so gross, i-i'm a pervert, i know, i, ah, perhaps you could, get mr. eiden to come finish cooking, i-"

"yakumo-"

"i-i didn't mean to be disrespectful, i-i didn't even mean to stare when you were bending over!! i-i shouldn't have, i should have looked away, i should-"

"your snakes, yakumo."

yakumo yelped as the sound of hissing finally hit his ears, finally registering the dark mist swirling all around him, the snakes slithering out in midair over his shoulders and around his waist, orange eyes glowing and sinister as ever. goodness, he can't stand himself-even with mr. eiden's help in regulating his essence, he still couldn't ever control himself for more than ten minutes.

... but, before he can even try to start forcing himself to calm down all on his own, the gloved hand wrapped around his wrist trails up to his face, and then edmond brings his other hand up to hd the other side, and... yakumo can't handle it, the gentle way edmond always looks at him-him and eiden both were so very kind to him, and for what, when he was such a disaster, he never understood.

"you are not gross. nor are you a pervert. please refrain from saying such things about yourself in the future."

"..." yakumo has to reluctantly turn his head away from edmond's hands so as to not sully his gloves with tears, "... i-i'm, i'm sorry sir edmond,"

"it's not," edmond's face started to get all flushed, "... it's not, th-the, worst... thing, yakumo. you're much nicer about these things than that charlatan getting his dick sucked in the dining room."

yakumo wants to pout about edmond bullying mr. eiden--but he listened silently for several seconds and... unmistakably, he could hear his and mr. morvay's ah... voices. noises, rather-faintly, but, he can. "... o-oh,"

... it feels pathetic, but that was all he could get out. now that he's settled down a little, he just feels... awkward. he's still painfully hard as he stand there after all, and he doesn't want fo trouble sir edmond with this when he knows his work as vice captain must have already been stressful enough, and...

and, edmond's lips feel so soft and--

yakumo startles at the realization that in some ditch effort to pull him out of his thoughts, edmond had kissed him. the vice captain's lips are so... gentle, and he tastes like vanilla, and yakumo feels like he's on fire the longer the kiss goes on, the longer he returns it. he needs... well, he actually doesn't know. does he just want to kiss him? does he actually want to bend him back over and pump him full of eggs and cum until he needs to be carried around the mansion?

it's quite the dilemma. yakumo would be happy to carry him around and have someone so strong and cool and collected depend on him like that, on one hand--

"y-you don't need to think so much, yakumo," ... edmond's so horribly embarrassed, but even someone as anxious as yakumo can see that he's eager, too, "... you're an animal, are you not? i'm not made of glass. we both know the, w-way you look at me, so... just... d-do, do whatever you..."

he can't get the rest of it out, but-yakumo can take the hint, for once in his life.

... sort of.

as much as he nods at what edmond said, and insinuated, he... couldn't move. neither of them seemed able to until they just did.

there's a flash of hands undoing zippers and fiddling with buttons and pushing apart robes--one minute they're clothed and the next they simply aren't, skin warm to the touch as yakumo unwittingly backs edmond up into the counter.

and yakumo's so sweet, so considerate, even as his mind grows ever hazy, gentle as he rushes down to seal their lips together and tangle his forked tongue with edmond's normal one, busying one of his hands with reaching down between their bodies and trying to seek out edmond's hole, which--

... feels, stretched, already.

"... that, the, the fraud came and, bothered me at work," edmond mumbles, a grumble against yakumo's lips, "so, you... needn't, um, bother with your fingers, yakumo. i'm sure you don't want to. please, don't restrain yourself right now, i-i don't, i want you to, release yourself. unless i should really go and join those two at the table to, fulfill my--"

edmond cuts himself off with a squeak as one of his legs is hiked up nearly to his chest, scrambling to find balance against the counter behind him in time for yakumo deliciously long cock to start greedily, frantically pushing its way inside of him.

"i already-have to share mr. eiden with everyone else in the house, i won't share mr. edmond too-" yakumo can't tell if he's speaking to himself or to edmond as he starts fucking into him with completely reckless and wanton abandon, hardly even caring to quiet himself when he knows mr. eiden is just in the other room getting his own cock serviced anyway.

and it's not like edmond can help himself either-try as he might to bite onto his finger in some feeble attempt at holding back, a snake comes over yakumo's shoulder and darts forward to coil around his wrist and pull it away from his mouth. with yakumo grabbing his other free hand just to hold it, edmond is left powerless and only able to scream as yakumo, the sweet man that he usually is, the man that would cry if he bumped into someone, absolutely bullies his cock up into his ass and his guts, over and over and over and over.

"mr-mr. edmond is-not-allowed-to-be with-anyone--else-"

it's as if the more riled up yakumo gets himself, the more snakes appear out of the shadowy essence resonating from his back-and all of them are striking at edmond's bare skin, littering him with amazingly painful bites and marks that edmond just knows will last forever, the only way it'd get any better was if his uniform wouldn't inevitably cover them all.

... that thought was an embarrassing one-he was vice captain of the knights, he shouldn't want to show that off, but alas.

"not-even-the fraud?" edmond finds it in himself to quip that much back at him, and he's thusly rewarded by an especially sharp thrust of yakumo's hips and even sharper slap against his thigh.

"stop--thinking about anyone else besides me!! i'm the one fucking you, edmond!!"

it's shocking to hear yakumo... not addressing him with the utmost politeness and respect that he usually does. not to mention he's never snapped at anyone like that, let alone... him.

it makes edmond's cock throb like you wouldn't believe.

delirious with need as he is, edmond decides he'll push yakumo's buttons even further, "you're the one-nhh, god-fucking me? and-and exactly what else are you going to do? is that really it? that's a bit pathetic, don't you--"

... yakumo pulls out, and for the brief second that he stands there, empty, hole closing around nothing, edmond thinks he might cry.

but then he's being positively manhandled, dragged and yanked away from the counter to instead be pushed up onto the kitchen island instead. it's horribly cold against his heated skin, but yakumo is clearly in no mood to seek out a bed for them, as he clambers his way to get back up on top of them. the island is made from stone, granite-not that they were worried anyway, but it was in no danger of budging under their combined weight anyway.

and then edmond finds himself being folded. his knees touch his chest and yakumo's cock shoves its way back inside of him and now, at this angle, in this position, he's all but forced to watch as it creates a bulge in his stomach, clear as day as yakumo makes short work of continuing to rearrange his insides.

"i'm-going to make you-carry around my eggs--" yakumo's feral and hissing at him at this point, drooling down onto his chest, "you'll be so, so full that you'll need me to carry you around, and then, then--then even mr. eiden will never get to you-only me-me--"

there's knocking at the kitchen door. neither of them are in any state to care.

"... just clean up when you're done, jeez..."

eiden's voice is the last thing yakumo even wants to think about, let alone hear. he does wait, though, for his footsteps to retreat away from the kitchen before something akin to a snarl is tearing its way out of his throat.

"can't-let him-see you like this-you're, you, i-you-"

"spit it out already," edmond manages, somehow, "say it, please, say it-"

"you're mine."

the first time yakumo says it, he's hesitant about it. as much as he's implied it, actually speaking it seems like he's crossing some kind of boundary.

but underneath him, edmond keens, head thrown back, and he nods, over and over and over like it's all he's ever wanted to hear his whole life, and that does it.

"you're mine, you're mine, you're mine," yakumo chants it, once more, twice, three more times, "edmond-sir edmond is-all mine-not even mr. eiden can have him anymore, i won't, i won't allow it, i won't allow it, i need sir edmond all to, m-myself, n-no one else could carry my eggs like he could, no one, no one,"

now he's just rambling, but he's not even aware of it, nor does he care to be. he lets everything there is out of his system, words laced with absolute filth dripping from his forked tongue about how deeply he desires for edmond to be his, his wife, his mate, his whore, his... everything, anything, just as long as he's his.

it's to the point where yakumo can't even hear anymore, only feel, and ever greedy, he wants to feel more and more and more, nails scraping the surface of the nice granite counter beneath them as he watches edmond writhe and twist and scream underneath him, watches him paint his own chest and stomach with cum. everything else was already too much, too intoxicating, and now yakumo's nose is filling with the smell of him and his essence?

the onslaught of it all jumbling together and assaulting the senses yakumo still has about him makes him let out a raspy, pitched scream of his own as he forces himself as deep into edmond's ass as he can get, eyes fixated on the bulge in his stomach as he shudders and twitches and... cums. heavens, does he ever cum-the already present bulge in edmond's stomach only grows and swells more.

though... it's in the proceeding moments, as they stay like that, that either of them start to regain any consciousness.

"... ahhh..."

yakumo takes a moment to assess the... damage, so to speak. edmond's covered in teeth marks, all over his neck and chest, his wrist bruised from the unrelenting grip of the snake that'd been wrapped around it before.

but edmond looks so contented, sated, almost happy, even, blissful.

"is... is what, j-just happened, a-alright, sir edmond...?" yakumo gulps, "i-i'm terribly sorry if i've offended or hurt you in any way--"

... this time, when edmond shuts him up with a kiss, yakumo actually obeys.