I N F O R T V N I V M

@infortvnivm

this was a cheap excuse for monsterfucking and slimy boys who could host eggs, but then i ended up with a group of incubi and i liked them more. honey select is the lowest form of model posing. this shit is so dumb. it's just idealised prettyboys in minimal clothes fucking each other. dicks everywhere, man. brief character bios are linked to in the cards page.

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Name: Sericus.

Human Age: 18.

Resides: Somewhere super pretty and very fancy!

Function: The cutest trap prince.

Attitude: A fucking dream.

Notable:He’s never without at least one of his three favourite bodyguards!

#ch:sericus

Name: Carneus.

Function: Some handsome, witty halfbreed who goes about fucking cute boys I guess.

Attitude: One smooth guy.

Notable: I had no male cards. I needed one 乁(ツ)ㄏ

#ch:carneus

Aetherius & Nebulosus.

Name: Aetherius.

Function: Consort.

Attitude: Passive..

Notable: He is Merak’s closest relative, and he’s In the final stage of his life. Only another millennia to go.

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Name: Nebulosus.

Function: Unwitting regent.

Attitude: Mischievous and impulsive.

Notable: Also in the final stage of his life, and plans to spend his final years travelling to the scenes of his past adventures.

#ch:aetherius #ch:nebulosus

They smote each other not alone with hands, but with the head and with the breast and feet, tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth. Dante Alighieri, Inferno, Canto 7.

One day they were playing a game of quoits. They were both very eager and earnest, Hyacinthus wishing that Apollo might win, Apollo wishing for the success of Hyacinthus. Apollo picked up the discus, and made a splendid throw. He would have won, but a sad thing happened. Zephyros, The West Wind, who, as you know, is a wild and gloomy fellow, had grown jealous of the friendship. No doubt he thought that he could make them quarrel. He blew the discus so that it bounded back and hit Hyacinthus on the forehead. Apollo rushed forward and tenderly lifted the wounded head from the ground, but it drooped like a broken flower. Apollo wept and moaned, for poor Hyacinthus was dead. He could play no more with his beloved friend.

“Ah, Hyacinthus, would that I could have died for thee. My lyre shall tell of thy sad fate, and I will cause thee to be remembered, for thou art indeed a noble friend”. So where the bright blood of Hyacinthus had fallen, Apollo caused to spring up the beautiful flower which bears his name, the hyacinth.

“Don’t worry, he’s no threat on his own, and he wouldn’t act out of turn while I’m here. This little disaster is bound to me and he knows to behave on his pointless visits.”