#tridentariicest

[dmsr-art]

happy halloween from the tridentarii 🦇🩸

[moonsong4u]

this is literally so sick and i love it IM GONNA START MOANING IM SERIOUS

[loving-family-poll]

Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 3

The Locked Tomb fanart provided by @lezbijski thank you!

Propaganda under the cut:

Coronabeth/Ianthe:

They are everything. Fucked up codependent flesh-bending murderous twincest sisters

When you have to cry yourself to sleep every night because your twin sister didn't eat your soul, something incesty is definitely happening

no one is doing it like them. what if I loved you so much I wanted you to eat me and you loved me so much you refused to do so. what if the only threat I had against you was my own death. what if we had only spent three nights apart in our lives. what if I spent my whole existence covering for your lack; what if everyone assumed I was the one who was lacking. what if we were sisters. also what if someone said it wasn't surprising that people thought I was your boyfriend. they r winning at twincest AND gender AND godhood AND codependency

This entire section [Corona - Crown; Ianthe - The Prince] where Ianthe is possessing their dead servant's body and controlling a corpse army: "Crown threw herself out of her chair and went down on her knees in front of the Prince—wrapped her arms around the Prince’s legs and put her cheek on the dead right thigh. The Prince reached out and tangled one hand in her bright, springy curls, and sighed a cold, dead, defeated sigh. When Crown spoke her voice was low and tender, the lowest and tenderest voice Nona had ever heard: “Baby, it sounds awful.” “Corona, it’s death.” “So stick it. Stick all this and come home with me … throw this all in and come to me.” [...] “But we’re closer to the goal than ever before.” “Of course we are, you perfect genius,” said Crown, lovingly, and she took the dead gloved fingers, and she kissed them. Every single dead soldier’s fingers twitched..."

Dave/Rose:

Daverose blondetwin sweep because they were codependent without ever meeting from growing up seeing each other in their dreams

What does it mean to be an abused teenage boy growing up alone and seeing a girl in your dreams every night who is also your best friend. and when you finally meet her you go on a suicide mission together even though nobody was asking you to die with her. and then you are the only two human beings left in the recognizable universe on a cold meteor surrounded by aliens but you’re glad it’s with her. and when you finally touch the girl from your childhood dreams she looks exactly like you. because she’s your sister

I don't have words for how good these snarky assholes are together. DaveRose is brain chemistry changing. They both put up so many fronts, and engage in so much snarky wordplay, and are constantly trying to get under each other's facade. They play off each other so well, witty and sharp, I need them to be together always

We all die & we all die alone are the two cold truths of the universe but dave and rose broke both simultaneously by ascending to godhood together

Their twincest wins because it is just so confusingly tragic? profound? dave leaving rose behind in a doomed world, dave following her to the bomb. they are both so closed & cut off & curt its hard to imagine the depth of these things. but that is their love language: giving up their lives for each other over and over, in a confusing and fumbling and heartfelt love song. i can’t say i love you but i know we’ll die together anyway. because we’re made of the exact same stuff. i’ll find you again at the last moment. that’s love.

THEY DIED TOGETHER, YOUR HONOR

Confirmed canon by the author, (something happened) between them. Parallels of dying by each other's sides in EVERY timeline. They are THE womb-to-tomb. There is nothing platonic about winking at your brother while talking about crushes, that shit is incestuous. Seer/Knight archetype. They will die protecting each other.

do you realize love someone if you don’t follow them on a suicide mission into the gaping maw of a literal fucking sun after they knock you out and psychoanalyze you in your dreams? the blueprint of the “ethereal androgynous blonde boygirl twins” trope. witch/knight dynamics. they find each other to die together in every timeline no matter what (but they’re still emotionally constipated teenagers who bicker and make fun of each other in pesterchum). kids with grown-up powers. perfect little freaks of nature. what if we looked exactly like each other’s eyes

[the-uncanny-dag]

I Prefer Girls this, I Prefer Girls that, someone better redraw this with the Tridentarii & Babs

[jeweled-blue-eyes]

I think they fucked if you even care 💅

[jaggededges123]

a little bit of tridentariicest for @dmsr-art 🥰

“I can still eat you, like this, look—as many times as you want, baby.”

“Ianthe, not funny,” Corona wails, piteously, but she doesn’t even try to stop you as your bloodstained hands tug at her white trousers with the golden trim—you leave the royal purple jacket, for now. “You have his eyes, and you could have had mine!”

“Who cares about Babs,” you soothe, taking in the buttery-golden curls that appear as you pull her trousers and underwear off one leg over her boot, leaving it hanging as you settle between her thick, gorgeous thighs. “Don’t mention him, dear—you need to stay with me, and not as a myriad-long battery.”

You reach out with your fingers, which feel like they are buzzing with the energy of a thousand thanergic stars, and you touch her, sliding your fingers gently down her slit. She spreads her legs wider for you, obliging and sweet even as she cries. She’s wet.

Of course she’s wet, she’s her and you’re you. Even in her upset, there was really no other outcome.

“Sister,” she cries, and again your heart half-breaks because if only she was capable of understanding. You usually understand each other, when she is capable of it, but her brain is not on the same level as yours. This would be easier if it were. “I can’t believe you. We could have been—forever—”

“Shhhh,” you hush. “I need you, darling Corona. Don’t mention it again.”

And you dive in as she gives a pathetic “Is that even true?” that gets cut through with a moan, because she really cannot help it.

You know every inch of her juicy pussy, each out-of-the-way sensitive spot, and the motions she likes a partner to take with their tongue. You knew it first before anyone else, and you still know it best. No one can ever take that away from you—you will always know your older twin sister better than anyone else, love her more than anyone else, do what it takes to keep her more than anyone else.

As you lap at with her with your tongue, making circles around that flushed, pretty clit and pressing your nose into her pubic hair, you take two fingers soaked in his blood and press them inside her. She hiccups loudly, and her hand comes to grip at your limp pale strands of hair, which is more than encouraging. It’s working.

You crook your fingers and worry them along the front wall of her channel, and you take her clit to task with the point of your tongue. You consider, for a moment, adjusting the shape of that fleshy protrusion of your mouth moment by moment to show her how focused you are on her pleasure and how skillful a genius you are. It used to be a little hard, doing that—it wouldn’t be hard for you now, the marvel you are.

“Ianthe! Oh, I need you!” she shrieks, her hand gripping in your hair so hard that you can feel some of the follicles letting go—and immediately repairing themselves.

She comes too fast in the end, to make changing the shape of your tongue worth it—a slut for your mouth or your fingers or whatever else you use on her, that’s what she is. You know the moment she falls apart because you can thanergically sense her heartbeat stutter and then race, the cry of her every muscle. It makes you throb deep in your core, hotter than you’ve ever felt in your life.

Her purple-clothed chest starts heaving as she squeezes down on your fingers and trembles on your tongue, and you’re confident for a second that you’ve successfully distracted her from whatever silly romantic fantasies she’s concocted that mask the grim reality and terrible awesomeness of the Lyctoral process. Perhaps she understands now, in that dim, pretty head of hers, that if you were to take her then you wouldn’t have her anymore.

But then an even more hysterical sob breaks on her lips, not quite the sexy kind, and you know that she may never understand it.

You sigh.

[saintofew]

this is literally the tridentarii twins

[oksanasanna]

Finally getting to the part of NtN with the canon Tridentariicest and losing my mind!!

[comshipbracket]

Antis DNI - Block the tag "comship" if this causes discomfort.

The Tridentariicest fanartist has given permission for the work to be used! Check out Vee's art here!

Remember, you are voting for the ship you prefer, not the ship you find more problematic

Propaganda for both ships under the cut.

Disclaimer: All ships (other than NozoCoco) on this bracket are FOLLOWER-SUBMITTED ships, the Mods do not always hold necessary knowledge to be aware of any errors or fanonizing what should be canon material that may arise.

FeaNolo Propaganda (Incest - Half-brothers with the same father)

"Although Fëanor never showed much affection to Fingolfin, he (Fingolfin) would still always try to make amends and support his elder brother. Even Fëanors hatred (which was quite passionate) didn't deter him and he followed his brother even after getting betrayed multiple times. Fingolfin's loyalty/love for his brother is simply beautiful and their relationship always warms my heart :3"

Tridentariicest Propaganda (Incest, Toxic Dynamic, Body Modification, Codependant)

"Canonically, Coronabeth and Ianthe did not sleep in separate rooms until their early 20s, when one of them was presumed killed and the other drafted into intergalactic genocide on behalf of God.

Ianthe's necromantic specialties in subcutaneous fat and soft tissue suggest that she sculpted her sister's body with magic. Coronabeth is just about the only person from a thanergetic world who looks particularly healthy.

Ianthe spent 20something years keeping up the lie that Coronabeth is also a necromancer.

When Ianthe then kills and eats her cavalier to ascend to Lyctorhold and the sisters' lifelong companion, Naberius, Coronabeth says nobody cares about him and is outraged that Ianthe didn't eat her.

They kiss when they see each other again.

These two need to be with each other as a matter of quarantine."

[azraels-eden]

The locked tomb is a comedy

[friendamedes]

I wrote porn in twenty minutes yesterday. You should read it, maybe:

[dmsr-art]

the tridentarii

[monroeknoxwrites]

naberius thinking he's in a relationship with the twins because they're mean to him the most and he gets to "keep watch" outside their room as they fuck

[loving-family-poll]

Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 2

The Locked Tomb fanart provided by @lezbijski thank you!

Propaganda under the cut:

India/Charlie:

Uncle grooms niece to be a serial killer. They have metaphorical piano sex and she masturbates after they kill someone together

the fucking piano scene where charlie sits behind india and they're playing together and the scene can only be described as orgasmic... yeah. they kinda ate that

he is obsessed with her even though he hasn't even met her, just because she's his niece and he just knows they are the same. he sends her birthday presents and letters she never receives, presumably for 18 years!!! the piano scene... the shoe scene.... her masturbating to the memory of him killing alden ehrenreich for her.... cinema, all of it!!! also just mia wasikowska & mathew goode

Coronabeth/Ianthe:

They are everything. Fucked up codependent flesh-bending murderous twincest sisters

When you have to cry yourself to sleep every night because your twin sister didn't eat your soul, something incesty is definitely happening

no one is doing it like them. what if I loved you so much I wanted you to eat me and you loved me so much you refused to do so. what if the only threat I had against you was my own death. what if we had only spent three nights apart in our lives. what if I spent my whole existence covering for your lack; what if everyone assumed I was the one who was lacking. what if we were sisters. also what if someone said it wasn't surprising that people thought I was your boyfriend. they r winning at twincest AND gender AND godhood AND codependency

This entire section [Corona - Crown; Ianthe - The Prince] where Ianthe is possessing their dead servant's body and controlling a corpse army: "Crown threw herself out of her chair and went down on her knees in front of the Prince—wrapped her arms around the Prince’s legs and put her cheek on the dead right thigh. The Prince reached out and tangled one hand in her bright, springy curls, and sighed a cold, dead, defeated sigh. When Crown spoke her voice was low and tender, the lowest and tenderest voice Nona had ever heard: “Baby, it sounds awful.” “Corona, it’s death.” “So stick it. Stick all this and come home with me … throw this all in and come to me.” [...] “But we’re closer to the goal than ever before.” “Of course we are, you perfect genius,” said Crown, lovingly, and she took the dead gloved fingers, and she kissed them. Every single dead soldier’s fingers twitched..."

[direquail]

Kinktober 2023 Fills

(All TLT fics)

Judith/Coronabeth

hieros lokhos - (tw: Dubcon) Judith has to deal with Coronabeth Tridentarius, and goes to the bath house about it. (day 9: glory hole)

Gideon/Ianthe

You Construct Intricate Rituals Which Allow You To Lick The Bones Of Other Girls - Just two necromantically-created eldritch horrors being pals. (day 4: rimming AND monsterfucking)

Deep Space Maneuvers - Gideon and Ianthe deepen their unwholesome companionship with a little consensual oviposition. (day 24: oviposition)

Gideon/Cytherea

So Terribly Much - Dulcinea gives Gideon a gift. Out of gratitude, of course. (day 5: collaring, & day 10: praise kink)

Coronabeth/Ianthe (tw incest)

Darling, it finds a way to live in you - (tw: Corpse puppetting, necrophilia, dubcon) "Come with me now, Corona. I want you and I to shut ourselves up and talk and talk and talk … alone." What happened out of earshot of the listening device. (day 2: titfucking, day 3: bukkake)

Camilla/Palamedes

Lodging an Informal Complaint - (crackfic) The Sixth House has an... unorthodox way of dealing with Camilla and Palamedes' Extremely Normal Relationship. It of course goes exactly as intended. (day 6: chastity)

Revenant Behavior - (tw: body horror) How Camilla and Palamedes started cohabitating in a body, period kink version. (day 13: period kink).

Another Brick in the Wall - (crackfic) Camilla finds a way into the River. Palamedes has had a little too much time on his hands. (day 7: stuck in a wall)

Those Little Outfits Nurses Wear - Palamedes has a breeding kink, but maybe not the way you'd expect. Camilla is nonplussed, but more than willing to help. (day 1: pegging, day 8: breeding, day 12: medical play)

[jaggededges123]

for filthy friday prompts: would you be okay with sensory depravation + corona/ianthe from tlt?

some tridentariicest to kick off my slutty saturday let's go 😌

Trusting someone entirely was always a big trope in romance novels, songs, even asinine conversations with people who have a little too much confidence in themselves and not enough genuine tact. But for Coronabeth Tridentarius, trusting someone utterly was easier than breathing--one specific someone.

It was easier than seeing, even.

Corona was presently laid out flat on their bed, the one she had always shared with Ianthe, sweaty and exhausted. Ianthe practically built her body as it was, primping and shaping her flesh as though she were Ianthe's personal living mannequin, and so she knew exactly how far she could push before Corona practically fell apart. It was pretty damn far, if Corona was honest.

Corona trusted Ianthe though with her body, and more than that she craved enticing her sister, flirting in front of her so she might snap and drag Corona into a little-used alcove and fuck Corona so hard she'd see stars or otherwise flaunting herself just to prove that Ianthe was still hers the way she was always Ianthe's. There hadn't been a proper party on Ida in months, though, only stuffy soirees with dignitaries from the other Houses who were in the generation older than them, and no one their own age to entertain.

It was frighteningly boring. Corona was afraid that her brain might melt out of her ears.

This though--strapping herself to their bed, blindfolding herself so that Ianthe could do whatever she pleased even if she playfully mocked Corona while doing it--this had been a good idea.

Corona was fully on board with being sucked and fucked and hearing Ianthe's laughter and an again already, baby? you just came while she did things no one would be able to resist. Everything was more intense without being able to see, when she didn't know where exactly Ianthe's thin hands would touch next, whether they would crook inside her or squeeze one abundant tit or the other, slide down the side of her ribcage or pinch at the generous flesh of her thigh just to hear her squeal.

Ianthe's attention was all on Corona, and for Corona right now, Ianthe was the only thing in the entire universe.

But after her tenth orgasm or so, Ianthe moved away, and Corona had no idea where she had gone. The blood still rushing through her ears masked any sound her sister might have made, and she couldn't exactly feel around for her because Ianthe had laughed at her shoddy attempt at self-restraint and strapped her hands properly to the headboard.

"Ianthe?" she asked, because she could do nothing. Nothing but lie there and drip into the sheets, melting apart.

"Here. Time to pay all that pleasure back, pet," Ianthe said, suddenly close as she settled her knees on each side of Corona's head, somehow winding her thin, cool legs in with Corona's arms so that nothing pinched or hurt, to the tune of Corona's exhausted, but still eager moans. "What? You didn't think it would all be for free, did you? Open your mouth."

Corona giggled, glad that Ianthe had come to take her fill as well. It never felt as good when it was just Ianthe making Corona come all over herself, like it was a chore. "You're desperate for it, huh?"

"It's equivalent exchange," Ianthe murmured, sighing that big sigh that meant she didn't quite know what to do with Corona. It was a frequent sound, from Corona's incorrigible boredom during their shared (useless) necromancy lectures, to Corona's natural encouragement of any sort of attention that came her way.

This time, it was because Corona was already eating Ianthe like her life depended on it, because she could perceive nothing in the world except for her twin sister.

Corona adored it.