corruption begins with the mouth.

𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝,     𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

[ategods]

the mouth shuts & opens.     newspapers are there & nursery rhymes. readers,    lovers dangle          like cassius,     brutus        from satan's teeth [ … ] the corruption begins with the mouth,       the tongue,      the wanting. the first poem in the world is      I  WANT  TO  EAT. 

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#ATEGODS       an independent & private writing blog. featuring multiple characters from media such as: CYBERPUNK 2077, BALDURS GATE 3, THE BOYS as well as original characters.  established in 2024. 21+ only. do not interact if we are not mutuals.

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[ategods]

hello i'm feeling a little better and hoping to make a proper comeback here by next weekend! in the meantime i'm thinking about player 222

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I THOUGHT I WAS RUNNING WITH YOU, BUT INSTEAD I WAS WITH THIS ASSHOLE.

INDEPENDENT WRITING BLOGS FOR PLAYERS BESTIES 124 [NAM-GYU] AND 230 [CHOI SU-BONG, AKA THANOS] OF NETFLIX'S SQUID GAME. NOT SPOILER FREE! 21+ only.

[ategods]

happy new years mootsies ❤️ missing u all and writing very much. hoping that next year is better for all of us!!!

[ategods]

being mentally ill is so tiring yall

[ategods]

hey gang! just another update that while i'm feeling a little better im still not Free from the feeling of something heavy on my chest. the medicine also makes me very tired 😔 but i wanna wish u all a merry christmas in the meantime !! i hope that ur all being kind to urselves and that the people around u do the same. sending love ❤️❤️

[littleoneloveyou]

2024 is almost over!

With the final month of the year here, it’s your chance to send the mun or muse something you’ve wanted to tell them! Whether you haven’t had the chance to or you’ve been too shy, now’s the time to say what you feel, and don’t hold back!

prompt originally made by: x

[ategods]

just a psa that i'm officially going on a little semi-hiatus

[ategods]

just a psa that i'm officially going on a little semi-hiatus

[ategods]

just a psa that i'm officially going on a little semi-hiatus

[ategods]

hi guys please tell me what ur muses smell like e.g. what fragrance they wear ( if any )

[ategods]

hi guys what are u up to 🥺❤️

[ategods]

update: i finally got my nails done

[ategods]

ur so cool can we be best friends <3

i thought we already were :( </3

[ategods]

thinking about making a solo blog again 🫥

[firelise]

Keke Palmer as Emerald Haywood in Nope (2022)

#If I was that girl, I woulda folded ngl

[topray-deactivated20250116]

sitting in the drivers seat, slamming against the gas, the end of a road is a finite line of fixed attractions. a lengthy list of to-do's. (first order of business, second asset of operations, third and forth and fifth next-up's, check-marked day by day.) wiping the slate clean is no easy task. finding new identities isn't a walk in the park. becoming someone anew, all refreshed and revived and resurrected from graves below, however, is an act mari knows well. loves well. has played well, and will play again. [enter: kirin keyes. lawyer, liar, a level tip of the scales. greed-monger, fear-reducer, and the next trick up mari's sleeve.] the question of the hour is the answer of the day. murderer, manipulator, foul-mouthed customer; macabre suited, melodrama drawn ... who is mari dai? who was she, is she, who can she be?

KIRIN KEYES [@ategods] : "what i always think about first, mari, is my own sweet ass."

better yet: who is she willing to become? "oh?" sheltered in the back-corner of a belly-up lawyer's office, mari's played her cards easy. lax. lazy, and nearly fumbling. [authors note: oversight is underestimation, and mari has no problem manipulating a scene with ease.] therein lies the slip, the stumble, the crass criminal that beckons bare bones out from kirin's mouth. (show me your skeleton, your skin; peel back your layers, let me find the truth.) "well," a tilt to mari's head sharpens the edges of her features. slingshots a new player into frame. [enter: mari dai. the real, raw, rubbed-knee of a wound, self. bleeding. brutal. blasphemous.] "for the sake of tr — transparency, kirin," her tone turns sweet. sour. fermented, and uncannily still. "i think you should be careful who you say that to." a slow blink. "right?"

[ategods]

REBIRTH, RENEWAL, REJUVENATION. kirin keyes sheds personalities like a snake shedding skin. charming, nervous, empathetic, flamboyant, overconfident. adjectives repeated in front of their fogged up bathroom mirror. between each fluorescent flicker, their mask changes. doors open like suitcases on the prize is right; here are all the things you can be! pick the right one, win. win, win, win. skipping and frolicking over the people you've screwed is no hay problema when you're on the yellow road to success. the very concept of a guilty conscience would vanish from anybody's mind after experiencing the hefty weight of a fresh stack of hundred dollar bills in their hands.

[ we don't talk about the nightmares, the stink of booze on them - barely covered up ten or so layers of paco rabanne's 1 million - or the wave of nausea caused by a certain look in mari's eye. cold, hollow. terminal. like staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. ] kirin shifts in her office chair, and the leather squeaks beneath their suit - clad ass. she blinks, chuckles. shrugs a shoulder, as if their shitty attempt at nonchalance will do fuck - all to hide their unease. " i hear you. though, as a wise man once said— " they gesture to themselves with both thumbs, GRINNING again. " —life's all about takin' risks. right? "

a beat. " so... you wanna get back to it? discuss? "