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eldritch-spouse · 2 months

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Livius slipping into the body of an actress with a catty attitude at a red carpet/awards ceremony, fully intending to cause a scene. He gets obsessed not with the actress but with her stressed out assistant.

She is fretting, readjusting the actress's dress and putting on some last minute adjustments to her look before she's on the carpet, and begging her not to stir any shit up at the event.

I know you and an the other two nominees for best actress don't get along but please be civil ma'am.

TW: Gore; Non-consensual demonic possession.

His plan was simple.

Cause a scandal.

Sometimes he does this kind of thing for fun, other times, he has the pleasure of doing it as a service from a formal agreement. You'd be surprised how many celebrities fish contacts to reach his Ring, to reach Lavineum the Envious. Really, him and Rinx have crossed paths on the surface more than once. Sometimes even Cero is looming by.

People just can't resist a bit of a hellish push to success, can they?

Every week, there's a new pretty face around the corner, some halfwit thinking they're going to make it big, a loser, a pawn, a dolly- People who let it all get to their heads and then, suddenly, one day, making a deal with an unfathomable force seems acceptable.

It just so happened that Livius' current patron is one rival of the gorgeous 32 year old whose body he's currently snug inside, wearing Ms Isabella like a glove. She wasn't particularly hard to get a hold of, most of these movie stars are pretty air-headed. He had her silent and dormant in less than a full minute.

He looks at himself in the mirror, combing over her extravagant dress that's honestly bright enough to kind of bother his sight. The woman's raven locks flow from her shoulders, and he twirls a lock the exact same way she does when in deep though. A practiced smile falls on that screen-friendly face as he switches through a few of her usual expressions.

Piece of cake. She's not very nuanced to Livius, as insulting as it may sound.

When the click of someone entering the room is heard, Livius straightens, then adopts Isabella's usual impatient stance, arm on her left hip, an intense gaze cast to you, the woman assisting this actress. Honestly, he doesn't know how well you get paid, but it can't be enough to justify dealing with Miss "I'm fluent in three languages and so much better than you-" on a regular basis.

" ... Ma'am? " You squint.

" Yes, what is it? " He snaps back the same tone you're probably used to hearing by now. The woman's slight Italian accent flows easily on the tongue.

" I asked you to sit down please, we still need some last minute adjustments. "

Livius glances at you once more before doing as told.

You're very pretty. It's almost odd that he's possessing the celebrity here, yet you have such a sweet little smile and eyes so full of hope that you could easily make it out there in the same areas as the woman you're working under. Maybe that's why she's so rude to you at times. Livius sits in the lush little chair in front of several mirrors and forgets that perhaps he's been staring at you for a little too long, because you shiver eventually.

He needs to be cautious, his gaze isn't like the vacuous glare this woman spares most people, it's something a lot more invasive and whole. When Livius stares, he sees.

Before you can ask if everything is alright, he diverts. " Go on, we don't have all day. "

And the way you jump has him muffling a smile. " Y- Yes, of course! "

As you get closer, the demonlord gets to sense your smell, your perfume rather, but there's a hint beneath that can only be yours alone. He'd be able to gouge it better if not for his host's own disgustingly overpowering, acidic crime of a perfume. Nevertheless, he's much too still while you work, observing every little thing you do. How your fingers twitch, where you lean to, which way your head tends to tilt, the expression you make when you're concentrated.

In fact, he likes that frowning puckered lip look so much that he subconsciously puts it on himself. And you notice, of course.

" Hahah... " You pause, heat rising on your cheeks. " I know, it's silly. You got me. "

Livius is very glad you took it as a joke rather than the amateur slip up it actually was.

When you continue, he schools himself a bit better, forcing himself to relax a little so he's not hyper-focused on studying you. He ponders on the steps he'll take to complete his deal, the most amount of damage he can make to this woman involves flickering through some of her insecurities, her lowest moments and most repugnant thoughts. The core of what makes her human, her disgusting sinuous vein.

Unfortunately, it's more than a little difficult to remain focused with you so close to him. As you shift the woman's luxurious necklace, he feels your small fingers brush against the expanse of her neck, a pleasant tingle up her scalp, the scent of you largely demanding of his attention. You're the type of person he could hold onto forever. It's a shame he's in the middle of a task, because Livius would much rather dwell inside of you at this moment.

This increasingly loud hum begins rocking his chest as the demonlord sways, enjoying the care and sighing while digits adjust earrings. And everything is right in the world, no thought spared to what time and day it is. Until...

The touch vanishes, the extra warmth recedes, Livius is bereft and irritated.

" E- Excuse me, ma'am? "

His eyes snap open.

Livius had been rumbling for a while. Oopsie.

He gets to see your eyes flicker from him, so full of confusion and doubt, to the wide mirror directly behind Isabella. And what you see there makes the color drain from your whole body. Your fear is palpable and thick, like the lump in your throat as you struggle to get in enough air to scream.

Scream like a wild animal, at the top of those itty bitty lungs.

What a wonderful melody. There are other ways he'd like to make you scream, now that he thinks about it. You're just a lot of fun, for some reason.

" Is something wrong? " He mirrors some of your own terror.

All you do is point at the mirror, taking a step back and trying -Failing- To steady your breathing.

He doesn't need to look back to know what's happened. You're seeing him. The actual him.

Instead, said mirror just bursts into a million shards, the force with which it's broken sends pieces flying through the room, your pitiful self cowering and shielding your face as you gasp and sob in shock.

" Oh my... " He starts, knowing damn well that more than a few of those shards have embedded themselves in Isabella's back. She must look like a porcupine, hah.

Livius turns around and pretends to care about the situation, thumbing over the mess he made, watching her bleed just a bit more from the brand new razor-thin blades that cut their way into her digits.

He hears you gasp tremulously somewhere behind him.

Livius allows her visage to distort, senses his sharp grin crawl up cheeks that straighten and elongate to accommodate it, his eyes force her skin to stretch with unpleasant zips of flesh as her eyelids fail to transform in time. He's getting a touch too excited.

" I don't think they'll mind too much, right? " He mocks, Isabella's attractive accent melting into his standard ragged demonic tenor.

The first thing that spins back is her neck, then her body, Livius stretching within the human's physical limits. When her arms and legs elongate, her form expanding into something strained and twisted, Livius sighs in momentary relief.

" Oh God... " You sniffle, legs unsteady, held up only by the opposite wall's support.

" Oh God... " Livius mimics fondly, loving the sound of it.

A click echoes, the room is now locked firmly. You seem to be silently making peace with certain death.

" You know- " The demonlord begins, swatting locks of bothersome curly hair away as he leisurely walks towards you. " In all these years you've worked for me, I realize I haven't gotten to know you all that well. "

You only shake and brokenly gasp when Isabella's bloated, clawed fingers make contact with your shoulder.

" Isn't that a shame? "

Livius chuckles at the small whimper you let out when he pulls your figure closer to his, swaying both of your forms calmly.

" But we still have a bit of time, I reckon. So why not tell me a bit about yourself, hm? "

It's not as if you're leaving the room until you humor him anyway.

#Livius oc

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runawayolives · 2 years

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First Day

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Reader

Summary: First day in Hawkins after officially adopting Eleven

Warnings: Mentions of food. Some 80's misogyny. if you see anything else, please tell me!

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You parked the car in the driveway of your new home, a two-story house in the woods that surround Hawkins, Indiana. You turned your head to look at Peter, smiles on both of your faces, realizing that you had made it, had escaped the lab with Eleven safely if your backseat. You then turned to look at the small girl, who smiled back at you.

“You ready, El?” She silently nodded, smile still intact. Peter took his seatbelt off and left the car. He then opened Eleven’s door and helped her out, encouraging her to “explore” the new house.

You left the car and hugged Peter, taking a moment to breathe it all in, to finally let it sink in that you had left, the three of you were safe in what is going to be your new home. “Let’s go, love, I want to see the inside of the house.”

Because Peter and Eleven were trapped inside the Lab, you had been the one that bought the place and everything inside of it, furniture, clothes, and food. You both walked inside, hand in hand, ready for the next chapter of your lives.

…

For dinner, you had let Eleven choose whatever she felt like having, not feeling like cooking after the exhausting day you had had. She had shown a particular interest in the box of Eggo waffles inside the freezer. You gladly taught her how to use the toaster, and smiled at her excitement after they jumped out after the timer went off.

You grabbed maple syrup and blueberries and placed them on the table, in the center of the table where plates forks and knives had already been set, by Peter. You sent Eleven to wash her hands and offered to help her. You couldn’t see what they were doing, but Eleven’s giggles could be heard from the kitchen, which made you smile again.

Dinner was a combination of calm conversation, Eleven’s new love for the waffles, and at the end, soft yawns followed by small denials of her being tired. Once the dishes were placed in the sink, a problem for later, you both showed Eleven to her new room. When decorating, you hadn’t been sure what Eleven liked, so you decided to paint the walls a light blue, with a white twin bed covered by a soft pink comforter. Your plan for the week was to take her shopping to look for other things to decorate her room, to make it hers. She had been grateful for the bedroom, which in a sense made you sad. You had seen the bedrooms of the children a few times while working in the lab, the white walls with the metallic bed that looked extremely uncomfortable, joined with cero decoration and cero signs of a child sleeping in it.

Once you both tucked her in, you led Peter to the bedroom you were going to share. Just like Eleven’s, the room was almost bare, except for the bed, two nightstands, the closet, and the connected bathroom.

“You’ve done an amazing job, sweetheart.” You turned around to look at Peter, a small bashful smile once you saw his eyes full of adoration. “The house is incredible, El loves it, I do too.”

“Thanks, Pete.” He walked forward and hugged your waist from behind.

“I can’t believe you got the adoption papers so quickly and the marriage certificate.” Small butterfly kisses were being placed along your jaw, lowering to your neck.

“Those are lawyer secrets.”

“Of course.” You moved your head to the side, allowing more space for Peter. “Let me see your ring again, then we can celebrate.”

…

The next morning you woke up in an empty bed, Peter’s side neatly made. You groaned a bit and looked at the time. It was too early for a Saturday, the small alarm clock glaring at you with those red numbers that clearly stated that it was 7:45.

You could hear a ruckus being made downstairs, probably Eleven and Peter making breakfast, or plotting to invade the world, from the sounds of it, it could even be both. You got dressed and went downstairs, mentally preparing yourself for what could be on the first floor.

Peter and El were sitting at the kitchen table, drowning waffles in syrup. They were sitting side by side, giggling at the obscene amount of sticky liquid El was pouring on the food.

“Waffles again?” Both of them turned around, surprised by my sudden entrance. “We’re having something different for lunch, no complaints.” Your walk to the kitchen was interrupted by sudden knocks against the front door. You looked at Peter warily, who then stood up slowly and followed you to the flat piece of wood.

You both visibly relaxed once you saw the neighbors from the closest house. You had met the Wheelers only once, once you were given the keys of the house. Karen Wheeler, was a mother of three, married to a weird guy named Ted. They had a son that you believed was the age of Eleven, but you weren’t fully sure. Once you opened the door, Peter and you were greeted by the five of them, a Casserole in Karen’s hands.

“Hello, Y/N! Welcome to the neighborhood, officially.” You kindly smiled and introduced Peter to the rest of the family.

“Hi Karen, thank you! All of you, come in, take a seat.” You led them towards the living room and signaled them to sit down. “This is my husband Peter, and our daughter Elaine.” Peter shook Ted’s hand and waved at the rest of the family. Eleven had left the table and had made room for herself between Peter and you. You didn’t miss how she gripped Peter’s pant leg and held your hand. The gesture made you melt and at the same time brought you down, reminding you how she felt unsafe when surrounded by other adults that weren’t you or Peter.

“Hello, Elaine. How old are you sweetheart? You look like Mike’s age.” Karen looked straight at her, and Peter could sense her nervousness, so he replied to her.

“Elaine is about to turn 12, in about a month.” You held Eleven’s hand tighter and smiled down at her.

“Oh, then you’re just as old as MIke. Are you starting school on Monday?” You looked first at Mike, who looked extremely uncomfortable, and then at Karen.

“We were going to homeschool El until next year, then she’ll join them,” Karen nodded slowly, and then bumped Ted’s shoulder, probably to make him ask something.

“So, erm, Peter, Karen tells me you work for the law firm, that's why you moved to Hawkins.” Peter looked at you, unsure what to say, considering Ted was very confused.

“No, not really. Y/N is the lawyer, for now, I’ll just be teaching El.” Peter and you could sense the Wheeler’s confusion, it was palpable.

“You do not work, Mr. Ballard?” Peter shifted in his place and smiled.

“No, not right now. I guess you could say we’re a modern family.” You knew it was meant to lessen the tension, but it seemed that it only made it worse.

“That’s so interesting, Mrs. Ballard, you went to law school?” The oldest daughter, Nancy, looked up at you, interest covering her features.

“I did, I studied psychology and then applied to Harvard Law.” Nancy seemed more interested now. Karen could sense her daughter was going to flood the new neighbor with questions, so she moved the conversation to another topic.

“We brought a chicken casserole, as a welcome gift.” You walked forward and held the glass container.

“Thank you so much, Karen, just now we were discussing our lunch options.” You walked to the kitchen, o leave the dish on the counter. While you were gone, Karen tried to arrange a playdate for El and Mike.

“Mike and his friends are going to play together this afternoon, would you want to join them, Elaine?” Mike seemed to sink deeper into the couch, and you could feel Peter growing protective over Eleven.

“Mom, we have a D&D party planned, I can’t just out of the blue invite Elaine.” Peter looked at you, unsure what to do with the current situation.

“Mike, honey, they just moved here, include Elaine in your plans.” If you were being honest, you were also unsure about Eleven hanging out with a bunch of kids the day after leaving the lab.

“Thank you for the invitation, Karen. Elaine and I might go for a bit so that she can meet the rest of the kids. We wouldn’t want to impose, it seems like they have a plan already set.” Mike seemed relieved at your input. You didn’t want to force Eleven to be with a bunch of kids she didn’t know, and you didn’t feel confident about her being there alone. Thirty minutes to meet the other kids seemed more than enough.

“You and Peter should both come, that way you can meet the rest of the parents.” You kindly smiled at Karen.

“That sounds splendid, give us a time and we’ll go.”

Once the Wheelers decided it was time for them to leave, Nancy approached you. “Hell Mrs. Ballard. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Of course, what is it?”

“So, I write for my school’s paper, and we have an empty section for this week, and I was wondering if I could interview you?”

“That sounds fantastic, of course. When would you want to do it?”

“We could do it tomorrow? If that’s okay?” You kindly smiled at her, while slowly walking towards the door to bid the family goodbye.

“I’ll be at home tomorrow all day, I have some stuff to get in order before I start tomorrow at the firm.”

“Great, is after lunch fine?”

“It’s perfect.” Once at the door, you waved goodbye to the family and slowly closed the door. You turned around to see Eleven’s quizzical look.

“What is school?” You looked at Peter, silently asking him if he wanted to take that one. He kneeled in front of the girl so that they could meet eye to eye.

“El, a school is a place where children go to learn. They learn to read, do math exercises, history, biology.”

“Can I go?” You rubbed El’s back gently.

“Well, school can be a bit overwhelming, so for a bit, Peter is going to teach you everything you need.”

“If you want, we can start learning how to read on Monday. I’m sure we can find cool books we can start with.”

“Books?” You walked forward and kissed Peter’s hairline, taking your leave.

“I’ll leave you two curious creatures to solve the mysteries of the world. Honey, I’ve got some books in my office, boring lawyer stuff, but I’m sure they’re good enough for a quick introduction.” You then gently kissed El’s buzzed head and went into the kitchen.

…

After lunch, you both left Eleven at the dining table, with a set of crayons and a few sheets of paper.

“Y/N, are you sure about going to the Wheeler’s later?” You and Peter were in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes from lunch and breakfast.

“Not 100%, but if she feels uncomfortable at some point, I’m sure she’ll tell us.”

“Are you sure?”

“We’ve created a safe environment since day one, during our time in the lab. If you want, we can tell her that if she wants to leave, at any moment, we will go, that she doesn't need to worry.” You dried your hands with the towel beside you.

“Quick change of topic. Did you or did you not notice the looks Karen was giving you?” You slowly approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was too busy looking at my incredible wife and amazing daughter.” You looked up and arched an eyebrow.

“So you did?”

“It was extremely uncomfortable. I cannot believe her husband didn’t notice.” Peter lifted a now dry hand and stroked your cheek softly.

“Ted is a weird guy.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “I think we were all uncomfortable when he asked about your job.” Peter then placed a loose strand of his hair behind his ear.

“Hawkin’s a small town, I’m confident I’m the only househusband in all of Indiana.”

“Make that all of America.” You then kissed him, and then again. “But that’s what makes you the best. I couldn’t have asked for a more supportive husband nor a better father for El. You’re so understanding, and patient, also very empathic.” Peter brought you closer to him, making any space between you inexistent.

“What about you, fancy lawyer? I could tell Nancy Wheeler was impressed, very impressed. You’re such an amazing role model for El, she’s going to learn to never get stepped on, to stand her ground, and to never feel discouraged in any professional field.” You blushed and looked down, but Peter was quick to pull your chip up with his thumb and pointer.

“Let’s just say we’re both pretty great.”

While this intimate moment, you hadn’t realized that Eleven had left the dining room to show you her masterpiece. She had decided not to interrupt the scene. Eleven didn’t understand why, but seeing you and Peter, made her whole body fill with warmth, and appreciate her new family.

Her masterpiece was simple. Three stick figures, A very tall one, a short one in the middle, and another tall one. Behind them, there was a simple house with a chimney and a tree beside it.

Once you noticed her, you invited El to stick her drawing to the fridge. And the masterpiece stayed there, for a very long time.

Author's Note: So, this was my first time writing for Peter Ballard. I started writing a whole piece explaining their origin story, but it was getting very long and with little plot, o I decided to write this instead.

I want this to be like a different universe from the series' storyline. This piece is meant to happen during episode 1 season 1 before the boys played D&D.

If anyone wants another installment of this, send me a request and I'll see if I can make it fit with the storyline I have right now.

I've been thinking about writing a piece with Max, El, and Y/N when they go dress shopping for that winter forml they had. Stuff like that.

If anyone has any ideas they would want to read, feel more than invited to sent it to me and I'll see what I can do.

I hope you liked this first part and that you like the parts to come.

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shookethdev · 1 month

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Got permission to do some adopts with @cero-sleep dragon species “Milagros Enmascarados”!

This lil guy is a mix between a potion pal and milagros, using both a mask and a potion to create them!

Payment for “Dragon’s Breath” Potion is on my Ko-fi for $20 HERE

#shooketh art #milagros enmascarados #dragon adopt #oc adopt #potion pal #potion adopt

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theminiartblog · 1 month

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Lol playing barbie dolls with the cute adopt from @cero-sleep -- I named them Celene, she gets to be a lil demigod

#oc #artists on tumblr #doodle #lucky chance #celene #twinkle #the sun is super cute too #i hope they also find a good home <3

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nonbinarylocalcryptid · 3 months

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Having a different brain is kinda funny

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

I have no accent, zero, nul, xoom, eber, kore, zewo, cero, nada de nada

I don't have an accent by default, not in English as you know me, not in my native Spanish and definitely not in French. Given the case you talk to me, you won't be able to pinpoint my procedence in a map.

Yet, there's this funny little thing my autistic brain likes to do: mimic accents.

Let me explain. My brain, for some reason, has come up with the next strategy: in order to blend in, it assimilates whatever accent the people around me have. Still not getting it? Don't worry, I have an example. Let's say I'm into Supernatural for two weeks and I rewatch half of the show, I shit you not, the nest Tuesday I'm gonna show up to my English class talking with the same accent as Dean fucking Winchester.

The month I was talking like the Tenth Doctor was a funny one.

Even now! I can recognize in my way of writing in English some grammatic structures and vocabulary derivated from Jon Sims' way of speaking! BUT, it has a great disadvantage, people think I'm mocking them when I "adopt" their accent, soooooo haha, nice work, brain but it kinda sucks

I mean, some people don't really care, others don't notice as I sometimes pass as a native from wherever we are, but there are times when it's too noticeable to my own liking.

Anyway, that's enough rambling for today, have a nice day!

#random thoughts #ramblings #neurodivergent #autistic things #read at your own risk

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eyenaku · 9 months

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the star!!

adoptable designed by @cero-sleep :3 consider checkin out their adoptables they're all so cool!!

#eyenaku #art

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enigmaticcattic · 8 months

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In reference to this post by @cero-sleep I'm gonna do this!! ^^ I have many WIPs that I wanna get something done for so take your pick!!

@chaoticgouda @kittenjam101 @kitsvoidcorner @onthehuntforshinies play along if you wanna ^^

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darkhearthorns · 9 months

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(Rumours heard in the palace): How many offsprings would the King and that siren have? Cero, cause faes and sirens can't procreate. Not the same species.

"Offsprings? That's... I know that's important. Trust me, I do, but even if we can't for this reason, then we will adopt. I know that's not the law but as king, I can change the law too," he paced his room where Odile was, because he was too disturbed to let these overheard rumors simply stay in his mind.

Maverick loved Sirena, and he will no matter what their future is. They don't need to have children to be happy, and if they cannot have any, they will still find a way to be happy.

"Maybe I am not doing it right, perhaps there's certain ways, techniques," he spoke out loud, then winced because he was uncomfortable talking about this with Odile, his mother figure. He can't even ask Ulysses anymore, because this was his adopted daughter Sirena. It was terrible, he really had no one to talk about the worries of possible lack of procreating.

Thing is, he doesn't even think about this. Being with Sirena, there was no pressure, no stigma nor stress, only pure bliss. It was until these infernal rumors started up did it finally bother him.

Now he wanted to check on Sirena, in case she overheard them too. If he was in this state, he can only imagine how she would react.

"Excuse me, Odile. Do you know where my uhm, where Sirena is?"

@mere-lullaby @curseofmoons

#maverick; answers #/ohhh boy

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cero-sleep · 29 days

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Sold

Available

Alright! First batch of surprise milagro adopts!

These guys start at $10 and they are available through kofi!

Once purchased I'll send you the drawing of the milagro!

#milagros enmascarados #adopt #adopts #adoptable #adoptables #cero's adopts #dragon adopt #closed species adopt #surprise adopt

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which-item-poll · 1 month

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Art by cero-sleep

Go support them!!

#submission #which item poll #adopts #adoptables #cute #kawaii #artists #art #character adopt #pastel #pastel art #pastel aesthetic #polls #poll game #random polls #cero-sleep

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eldritch-spouse · 6 months

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*carrying a pink box*

Cero, our friend Vesper sent us another gift. This time it looks like some rope and a whip.

The demonlord taps a pen on his desk in a specific pattern that has the imp standing nearby quaking in her shoes.

" Curious. I thought we blocked physical deliveries from a certain Lord of Lust. "

Said blonde demoness starts instantly fumbling, opening and closing her mouth in an attempt to rip out words, excuses, placating words for a disappointed monarch. Her efforts are halted very early by a pale palm that rises authoratively in the air, demanding her silence.

She stills like stone.

King Cero rises from his tall chair, approaching you yet keeping his eyes on the ornate box, full of disdain for it.

" First and foremost, you are not to open any deliveries without my permission. Especially not from Lust. " He says this for your safety, even if it's not readily evident by the reprimanding tone he adopts. " Hand me the box. "

He places it on the desk, leaning to make sure the items in question are truly what you said they'd be. You didn't lie, good.

It's hard to beat Vesper when it comes to finding high-quality materials for sexual escapades. Still, Cero manages to find something he doesn't like about the gift, as usual. The rope is extracted, and he decides the color isn't to his liking. " Dispose of this. " He dismissively tosses the item to the ground, in front of Rieba, who is more than a little hesitant to touch the slightly glowing thing.

" Now, Rieba. " You pity the poor girl.

His lips quirk when he puts his hands on the whip. It's magnificent. Not that he'll admit it. Beautifully finished, custom, made with him in mind. And, of course, anything specifically made to match and elevate his visage is bound to sit well with the King.

" We will test this tonight. " He warns you, a sharp and playful glint to his smirk when he eyes you from the side. The whip is placed back in the box carefully.

" Prepare accordingly. "

#Cero oc #tce rp ask

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eurekadiario · 7 months

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El alcalde de Phoenix toma medidas para hacer cumplir la prohibición del WEF sobre la carne, los lácteos y la propiedad privada de automóviles

La alcaldesa demócrata de Phoenix, Arizona, Kate Gallego, ha tomado medidas para hacer cumplir la agenda globalista del Foro Económico Mundial (FEM) al prohibir el consumo de carne y lácteos y la propiedad privada de automóviles en un esfuerzo por cumplir con los objetivos radicales de reivindicación del agenda verde.

Se informa que Gallego está sentando las bases para dar paso a la Agenda 2030 del fundador del WEF, Klaus Schwab, en Phoenix.

El alcalde ha estado trabajando con el Grupo de Liderazgo Climático de Ciudades C40.

Como informó recientemente Slay News, c40 Cities es un colectivo de ciudades estadounidenses que firmaron un pacto para cumplir con el “clima” del FEM antes de 2030.

Los líderes globalistas de todo el mundo han acordado prohibir al público obtener carne, lácteos y vehículos privados para 2030.

C40 Cities también exige límites en la cantidad de prendas de vestir que las personas pueden comprar cada año y restringirá a los miembros del público a viajar solo en avión una vez cada tres años.

La organización está dirigida por el multimillonario demócrata globalista Mike Bloomberg.

Gran parte de la financiación proviene de Bloomberg Philanthropies.

A partir del 4 de agosto de 2023, el C40 cuenta con “alcaldes de casi 100 ciudades líderes en el mundo que colaboran para enfrentar la crisis climática”, según el sitio web del grupo.

Hasta ahora, 14 ciudades estadounidenses firmaron el pacto y acordaron cumplir los objetivos radicales de la agenda verde antes de 2023, como informó Slay News.

La página web de la organización aboga por un “Nuevo Acuerdo Verde Global” que “establezca un conjunto de principios que deben adoptar las ciudades de todo el mundo y adopte un enfoque colaborativo para la acción climática”. Éstas incluyen:

Principios del New Deal Verde Global

Reconocemos la emergencia climática global. Estamos comprometidos a mantener el calentamiento global por debajo del objetivo de 1,5 °C del Acuerdo de París frenando las emisiones en los sectores que contribuyen más significativamente a la crisis climática: transporte, edificios y residuos. Estamos comprometidos a poner la acción climática inclusiva en el centro de toda la toma de decisiones urbanas para crear comunidades prósperas y equitativas para todos. Invitamos a nuestros socios (líderes políticos, directores ejecutivos, sindicatos, inversores y sociedad civil) a unirse a nosotros para reconocer la emergencia climática global y ayudarnos a implementar acciones basadas en la ciencia para superarla.

El alcalde de Phoenix, Gallego, miembro del C40 desde 2020, ahora se desempeña como “vicepresidente del Comité Directivo del C40”, que “brinda supervisión estratégica para garantizar que la misión y el mandato del C40 estén directamente impulsados por las necesidades de las ciudades del C40 y respondan a ellas”.

Su misión y mandato incluyen una campaña global Race to Zero para alcanzar emisiones netas de carbono cero en 1.000 ciudades de todo el mundo y “políticas alimentarias sostenibles” que apoyen “un aumento general del consumo de alimentos saludables de origen vegetal en nuestras ciudades alejándonos de alimentos insostenibles, dietas poco saludables”, A.K.A. Dietas carnívoras.

Esto también se produce cuando la gobernadora demócrata de Arizona, Katie Hobbs, declaró recientemente un “estado de emergencia por calor”, principalmente en Phoenix.

Muchos argumentan que el cambio de Hobbs probablemente acelere la implementación de estas políticas “climáticas” radicales.

Jeff Caldwell de EZAZ.org publicó más sobre su investigación sobre la ciudad de Phoenix y la agenda de la alcaldesa Kate Gallego "para reducir el consumo de carne" en Arizona.

Los Arizona Patriots se presentaron para hacer comentarios públicos en una reunión reciente del Concejo Municipal de Phoenix y, según se informa, “le dijeron al alcalde que no apoyan las políticas que prohíben la carne”.

Más tarde ese día, el nervioso alcalde de Phoenix publicó una foto extraña en Twitter/X.

En la publicación, Gallego afirmó que no está trabajando para prohibir la carne ni la leche.

En la foto propagandística mal montada, se ve a Gallego vertiendo leche en un tazón y aparentemente “disfrutando del cereal” con un cuchillo.

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