O Tempora! O Mores!

Quousque tandem abutere, Catilina, patientia nostra? Quam diu etiam furor iiste tuus non eludet? (Independent multimuse loved by elliot)

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AUDACIIAE: A historical/mythological/literary multimuse (loved by elliot)

I. Carrd

II. Interest Tracker (please fill out if you can!)

III. Final Fantasy Multi: @phantasiiae, Heated Rivalry multi: @rinkholy

IV. Married to and heavily affiliated with @aftertheghost / @overyourhubris / @manyfunerals / @sephaeroth

V. Other affiliates: @divinehr, @personaei, @crownedinsin / @aeterniitas / @kipgrcdy / @ilyrozanv / @rinksaint , @bruisednotes , @narrativefinale , @morteuse , @fevvor , @miewstory , @thetenthman , @menaceonice

VI. DISCORD: cicerho

VII. When sending memes or liking starter calls, you HAVE to specify a muse if we've never written together. If you don't, you won't get a reply.

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HELLO BESTIES THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED

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HELLO BESTIES THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED

go follow me over here now!

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okay im gonna eat, do replies on my other blog, and then lock in and remake this blog heheh

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they remade black flag....i never beat the original one so am i gonna have to buy this one UUUUGH

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okay so i THINKKKK im gonna remake this blog while im off this week. perhaps. we'll see how im feeling LMAO

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the question is do i remake this blog for the one williamth time...

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though she had never thought of thomas as weak, she did know the man before her now had to make himself stronger for the work that he had given himself. even before, she had always thought him one of the strongest men she knew, part of that strength being the sheer goodness and kindness that was in his heart. likewise, she would like to believe that she was now stronger too, physically, and mentally, at least most of the time. they were both two different people, though ellen felt as though she loved more than ever before. especially because he was offering her this with such gentle certainty.

it only added to all the reason she was so terrified to do this, more terrified than she had about anything else. he asked with a wanting that made the hunger inside of her only grow and she believed him without question, especially as he began to undo some of the buttons on his shirt.

hunger seizes her first- he pleads, how could she possibly have restraint now? she moves closer, she does not bite yet, instead starting to trail oh so gentle kisses from his jaw to his neck, looking for the perfect spot to bite, raising her eyes to look at him, a soft, questioning, " thomas- " slipping from her lips, trying to make sure that he was truly alright with this.

her head raises when she at last found a spot that she could feel his heartbeat against her lips, running her teeth along it like some starved creature before lifting her head completely. " i love you. " she whispered, long fingers coming to cup his cheek as she presses a soft kiss to his lips before finally, oh so gently sinking her teeth into his neck, studying his reaction for confirmation that he is alright and she can take her fill.

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As she steps closer, Thomas' stomach flips in excitement, want, desire. He ought to feel disgusted with himself, and maybe there's part of him that does, but how can he loathe himself for wanting to give Ellen something that she needs? All their relationship, their marriage, he has made sure that she wanted for nothing as often as he could, even though he was below her station. He has spent so much time trying to prove that he could provide for her, that he was worthy of her, and while he knows that they could have nothing and she would be happier for it, he still has that innate need to make sure she has everything.

Even this. Even him. Even his own beating heart, if she wanted it.

Her lips against his skin, the gentle press of her teeth, it makes his heart race, his body quivering. Thomas takes in a deep breath, smiling down at her. "I love you, too," he whispers, returning the kiss and steeling himself for the pain that he knows too well by now.

But it doesn't hurt. After the initial sting of it, he gasps softly, a hand shooting up to clutch at her hair and hold on tight, the other gently resting on her shoulder. It turns from pain to a pleasant, almost numbing sensation, a rush of adrenaline shooting through him. Is this how deer and rabbits feel in the maw of a wolf? Do they spend their last moments wishing it could last even a moment longer?

He feels himself go limp, and it almost feels like he's a spectator, the edges of his vision blurring, but he doesn't want her to stop. Thomas swallows hard, a soft whimper escaping him. "Oh...oh." It's all he can manage to choke out, completely under her hold.

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Henry slumps against Victor, hands reaching for him, craving safety. The shock has tears flowing freely, mixing with dirt where his head had hit the pavement. "I can stand -" He forces himself to his feet, staggering a little as he grabs at Victor, using him as a crutch.

"I do not know what happened - I was in the library -" His free hand grabs at the wound in his torso, half willing the blood to stay in his body. "I came out and it was dark, someone asked me for directions and I just felt this searing pain -" He sobs out the words. "I know I should not have come here but -" His words trail off into a soft moan, his torso spasming from the pain. "Am I going to die?"

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As Victor listens to his story, he can't help but wonder....could it have been? His creation? Fear and anger shoot through him as he takes off his apron and shoves it under Henry's hand, figuring it would be better to stifle the bleeding with that than anything else. Then again, it might not have been him. It could've been anyone, anyone wanting to hurt someone. He must think rationally about this, but it's hard to think rationally when Henry is bleeding out in his home.

"No, you're not going to die. I will make sure of that," he says sharply, determined. This is something that Victor is good at. This is something he can fix. He has had decades upon decades to perfect his craft. Henry wouldn't leave him like this again.

He leads him downstairs to the basement, careful, easy, and once they reach his lap, he gently eases him to sit down on the operating table, still holding his apron tight to the wound. "Hold that, please. Give me a moment-" Victor flits off to a nearby cabinet, pulling some kind of concoction in a vial out of it and pressing it into Henry's hand. "Take this. It'll either numb you completely or put you to sleep. I'm still...working on it, but you won't feel anything either way. Do you trust me?"

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@narrativefinale said: Percy, so unlike himself lately. Brooding and fretting, walking around the house and sighing as if something heavy weighed upon his mind. And surely it must, as he was rarely without a smile and general cheer about him. He sits now, at the table, only pushing his dinner around on his plate instead of actually eating it. He glances at Victor once and then down to his plate and asks, "victor, what is it that you think of sass? you know them, yes? the night security guard at the hospital?"

Percy's uneasiness hasn't gone unnoticed, though Victor has been waiting for him to bring it up because Percy doesn't typically respond well to being questioned about his emotions. The heavy sighs, the way he frowns, the furrow in his brow...it makes Victor feel a little anxious. What could possibly be bothering him so much?

As they sit at the table, Victor flicks through his notebook, blinking when Percy finally brings up what seems to be on his mind...maybe? "Hm? Oh, I don't really have an opinion on them. They're a little odd, but we all are, aren't we? I don't know if they like me very much...why do you ask?" He sets down his notebook and reaches over, resting a hand atop Percy's. "You know you can tell me anything, darling."

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~ @audaciiae || Liked for a one liner || Henry for Victor ~

"Victor -" Bloodied hand pounds feebly against the front door, Henry trying to make his voice heard above the rain. It had happened in a flash, one moment he'd been leaving the library, and the next he'd felt a searing pain in his side, collapsing him to the ground. There had been no one around, except for the figure lumbering off into the night, leaving Henry there for dead. He doesn't know where the strength came from to drag himself to Victor's door. Perhaps because it's the one place he feels safest. He is the one person who has always felt like home, right from the moment they met. As if they had known each other in other lifetimes.

"Help me -" Nails scratch at the wood as he collapses against the frame, tears welling up. "Victor - Help me, please -"

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The sudden pounding on the door makes Victor jump, cleaning his hands off as he walks towards the stairs that lead out of his basement. There's only one person that might be calling for him this late at night, and immediately imagines the worst. Another knock, more frantic, the panicked, weakened sound of Henry's voice barely cutting through the storm. "Shit!" Victor curses, hurrying towards the door and opening it, his eyes widening as Henry collapses against him, bloodied and horrific.

"Henry! Oh my god-" Panic wells up in Victor as he pulls him inside and kicks the door shut. "Oh no, no--nonono. I--don't worry. I can fix this, I can--can you stand at all?" he asks because dragging Henry down into the basement doesn't seem ideal. "Do you have any strength at all? I'll take care of you, darling, I promise. You're safe."

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Dorian does not tell Henry and Conall of these moments. About how he finds Basil's bed to be the safest place in the world, away from the noise and pressure for perfection. There, beneath the covers, it is just them. Him and he only person who has ever really seen him. The person who painted the portrait and immortalised Dorian Gray in perpetual beauty. He who has never asked or expected anything.

God! Dorian hates the mix of emotions he feels. How he doesn't want anyone else to have Basil's attention, and yet how afraid he is to commit fully to - Whatever they are. How he cares so much about what Henry and Conall would say. How he cannot climax properly without thinking about Basil. What a mess!

"Yes, but what is there to like about me without my beauty?" Dorian pouts, tangling their legs together for fear that Basil might leave the bed. "Lord Henry says I am not all that interesting with my opinions. That I am naive and, at times, churlish."

Pouted lips press soft kisses along Basil's shoulder. "I am not fascinating or talented like you."

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"Plenty of things. I like your perspective on the world," Basil murmurs, his fingers gently trailing down Dorian's cheek, across his jawline. "Who cares about what Henry thinks? I'm sorry, Dorian. I know you're fond of him, but he thinks anyone who doesn't share a brain with him is hardly worth his time. He sticks his nose up at anyone and anything. I'm surprised he finds the time to do anything, as much as his head is up his own arse."

Basil is clearly bitter, but he's never talked about his relationship with Henry and how poorly that ended. Part of him truly believes that Henry has focused on Dorian for the simple fact that he doesn't like Basil and wants Basil to suffer another loss.

He holds Dorian a little tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and sighing. "I like how you see things, how you light up when you talk about something you feel passionate about. Yes, you're beautiful, but I also adore your personality. Henry and Conall don't see past the aesthetics of things or how anyone might benefit them. That's just how they've always been."

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Henry drops his head back to rest against the cushions, eyes adoringly looking up at Victor. "That might just be the most romantic thing you have ever said to me, my love." He smiles, hand lifting to rest at his neck. God, he cannot believe he gets to have this happiness. It is everything he has ever read about. Everything he has ever wanted.

"I feel the same. You have been permanently nestled in my brain since the moment I met you." Finger traces along the underside of his jaw. "I saw those big, soulful eyes and my heart yearned for you."

Then he grins, arms quickly wrapping around Victor's waist to squeeze him closer and gently twist them around so that he's now lying on the couch and Henry's leaning over him. "I fear that even in death I will haunt you."

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"Henry, please--" Victor snorts and laughs a little, finding himself at a point where he's the happiest he's ever been. His creation still lingers in the back of his mind, looming and ever present, but around Henry...it seems to fade away somewhat, the anxieties that he has around it all. He knows he shouldn't have brought Henry along on this trip for the sake of his own safety, but what else was he supposed to do? Tell him no?

No...of course not. Not at all.

When he's suddenly flipped onto his back and pressed into the couch, he gasps, arms automatically coming up to wrap around Henry's neck, his legs shifting to accommodate him. "Oh, don't say such things. You'll be with me for a long, long time." If something were to happen to Henry...Victor loathes to think about it, so he doesn't. Instead, he tugs him down and kisses him, sliding his hands to cup his face. "You're all I want. Forever."

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"A Professor Graeme Clark." Henry says, reading the front of them as he hands them over to Victor. "I think he's doing work on ENT surgery, which I thought you might find interesting." He will never admit it, but he had deliberately tried to source books that might appeal to the other. He has this strange longing to be liked by him, for Victor to find him interesting and engaging.

He leads the way outside, waiting for him to lock up before heading down the path towards the lake. "It is a beautiful day out." Henry is not often lost for words, and yet around Victor he sometimes finds himself scrambling to figure out what to say. He has never experienced such an intense crush before. "What have you been working on lately?"

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"ENT...yes, that's very interesting. People are rather anxious to study that area of the head because it is so sensitive to infection, but someone has to take the leap, yes?" Victor doesn't mean to blather on about it, but he can't help it. He flips through the book excitedly, a wide smile appearing on his face. Henry was thoughtful enough to find this for him, and it makes his heart leap into his throat. Clearing his throat, he shuts the book and tucks it under his arm, following Henry outside.

At his question, he pauses, trying to find the best way to word it without seeming...too offputting. "My research involves, uh..finding cures for deadly diseases, trying to lengthen the human lifespan and all that. What can we do to prevent a terminal diagnosis? Is a terminal diagnosis actually the end all be all? Could we reverse such a thing? Things like that." Victor glances up at Henry and smiles, shrugging. "It's something I'm very passionate about, I suppose you could say."

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affectionate prompts

“  i’m happy when you’re around.  ”

“  i like having you here.  ”

“  i’m glad you came.  ”

“  just tell me what you need.  let me give it to you?  ”

“  why are you smiling at me like that?  ”

“  i trust you with parts of myself i’m afraid to show anyone else.  ”

“  you have a good heart.  ”

“  your eyes look so beautiful in this lighting.  ”

“  i’m all yours.  not going anywhere.  ”

“  you have my full attention.  ”  

“  i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now.  ”

“  follow me,  i have a surprise for you.  ”

“  you make me feel brave.  ”

“  come walk with me.  let’s get some air.  ”

“  c’mere.  sit down.  tell me what’s going on.  ”

“  i want you around.  if i didn’t,  i wouldn’t be here would i?  ”

“  it’s okay,  you can sit here with me for as long as you’d like.  ”  

“  here,  take my hand.  ”

“  stay still—  i’m trying to hug you.  ”

“  do you like my new dress?  ”

“  do you like my new suit?  ”

“  could you hug me again?  i think i need it.  ”

“  i like hearing your heart beating when i put my head on your chest.  ”  

“  i like watching you work.  ”  

“  just sit there.  i’m going to make you something to eat.  ” 

“  why don’t you tell me what i can do to make your day better?  ”

“  what’s on your mind?  i want to listen.  ”

“  i sure you hope you don’t think you’re walking out that door without giving me a kiss first.  ”

“  i know i need to go but—  one more kiss.  ”

“  here,  take my jacket.  you look like you need it more.  ”

“  keep the jacket,  looks better on you.  ”

“  you just make me feel good when you’re here.  i feel better any time you’re around.  ”

“  i don’t feel whole unless i’m touching you.  ”

[ GRIN ]  for one muse to reach out and playfully push the other’s cheeks up to make their lips curve into smile. 

[ PRESS ]  for one muse to poke either side of the other’s cheeks where smile dimples would be. 

[ BOOP ]  for one muse to playfully tap the other’s nose with their finger. 

[ LIGHT ]  for one muse to kiss the other’s cheek. 

[ WARM ]  for one muse to take off their jacket and drape it around the other who is cold. 

[ COMFORT ] for one muse to place a jacket or blanket around the other’s shoulders because they’re upset. 

[ TEASE ]  for one muse to squish the other’s face between their hands. 

[ SCOLD ]  for one muse to gently pinch the other’s cheek in response to something they said. 

[ REST ] for one muse to rest their head against the other’s shoulder while they talk. 

[ REASSURE ]  for one muse to place their hand on the other’s back as a subtle comforting gesture. 

[ SAFE ]  for one muse to wrap their arm around the other’s shoulders and kiss their temple. 

[ LEAP ] for one muse to run and jump into the other’s arms because they’re excited to see them. 

[ SEEK ] for one muse to track down the other at a crowded function because they noticed they slipped away. 

[ COMPANY ] for muses to sit on a balcony or roof together sharing a drink/food/joint etc. 

[ HELD ]  for one muse to offer their hand out to the other to hold to comfort them.

[ REACH ] for one muse to reach out and take the other’s hand to comfort them.  

[ LACE ]  for one muse to hook their arm around the other’s while they walk. 

[ INTERTWINE ]  for one muse to offer their arm to the other while they walk. 

[ DIRECT ] for one muse to pull the other into that kind of hug where their hand rests against their head and they tuck them under their chin. 

[ SLEEP ]  one muse discovers the other napping and simply joins them. 

[ EQUAL ]  for a taller muse to pick up the other and place them sitting on a counter/table so they can be eye level. 

[ URGE ] for one muse to move their arm to be around the other’s shoulder or over the back of a chair so the one sitting next to them can scoot closer. 

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"you! ah, victor, you silly, silly man!" Percy exclaims, shaking his head and wrapping his arms warmly around him all the same. He takes the empty glass and sets it back on the bedside table before shifting to curl slightly against Victor. "you do so worry me, you understand! all the time! now especially!"

Still fretting, he leans back slowly, pulling Victor with him to lay down. He presses a few soft kisses to his love's face before leaning back to peer at him more fully. "are you sure? it is just some tiredness now?"

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"I know! I know...I don't know why it slipped my mind. Sometimes that happens." Though not typically. He curls up in Percy's arms and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he snuggles up against him. Well, whatever was on his mind disappears the moment he's in Percy's arms. He just seems to have that effect on him. All his worries, his neuroses, everything just melts away.

So he nods and lifts his head, giving him a tired, reassuring smile. "Yes, I'm sure, my darling. I don't feel like another one is coming. I would let you know," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips. "You take such exceptional care of me, Percy. I love you so much."

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Francis' weight on the couch beside him pulls his attention. His body never knows what to do beside someone else's. He fidgets with his fingers, pulls at a strand of his hair before he looks at him, too practiced like he's just now noticing he's here. The veins of Francis' arm are so blue beneath his delicate, pale skin. He wonders how he's never seen him burn. It's another untrue of this reality, his watercolor friends, painted into the scenery.

Why is he being paranoid? Is he? He feels so certain of the strangeness, feels it creeping down hallways after him. This is, of course, until he opens his mouth to address it, and then suddenly the world is mundane around him— his brain making exhaust of the threat.

"Francis," he hums, nervous. "You're looking at me that way now." '

His eyes fall to his lips, red and perfectly pursed, so pigmented they look almost bloody against his powdery skin. Not like a girls, no, but more like a girls than some. Like a girl's in the way he feels a heat pulling at his chest, curious. He could lean in. What would that be like?

"Why?" he echoes, but the inflection is different, his own question, not a repeat. "Why did you kiss him?" he clarifies.

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"Hmm, no I'm not. There's a difference between amusement and, I don't know, confusion!" Francis laughs, but it's not at Richard. Never at Richard, poor thing. Still, he can't help but notice how he looks at his lips, and it makes him grin even wider. Poor Richard. Sad Richard. Maybe Francis feels something like pity for him. Is that a bad thing? That he should pity his friend? Maybe. Maybe he shouldn't pity him at all. Maybe he shouldn't think that he would benefit from not being so sad and paranoid and odd.

But, well, that's just Francis' opinion, isn't it?

"Why are you so curious? Is it because you want to try it?" he coos, walking his fingers up Richard's chest and snickering. "I don't know why. Because he was cute and he amused me and I thought it would be fun. I was right...and I haven't looked back ever since. Girls are fine, I suppose, but not really the kind of fun I want. I've never been attracted to girls, if that's what you're really asking."

He shrugs, leans back into the couch and crosses his legs like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "My poor mother, of course, thinks I ought to get help. What help is there to have? Boys are so fun. I would spend all of my time kissing boys if I could."