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D I O N Y S U S ( n.) god of spilt wine. he basks in drunken ecstasy as he hosts the parties and the after parties where no one remembers their terrible decisions but him. skype | aim | s/o | m!a | ░ ░ ░

[theunquotables]

I don’t pay attention to the world ending. It has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.

[ariotingvine]

He comes in a storm of ecstasy—

                  and leaves with a roll of thunderous cries.

The truth of his tales were stretched thin over the ages but Dionysus cared less for the inaccurate depictions of his manhood carved into stone, than his desires that went unsated. Festivities that spilled over from the constraints of hollow walls out into the wide expanse of space. To memorize the sick glow of sweat, stars and alcohol that revealed itself as people peeled off their clothes— send them in a frenzy the world hadn’t seen since the cries of myth were ripe across his skin.

ripped off my skin walked around naked we're all gods now—

He’s returned from his restless treks through the south of France lounging about the vineyards of Bordeaux. Red wine had always been his favourite. He wandered between dilapidated hostels of Austria and the restored fountains of Italy. By the time he reached Greece, he’d had his fill of meat and fruit. He took to returning to Olympus for a short while. The divine scape had never brought him much joy. Purposefully saving his most awaited escape for last, his return to Nysa had him thrumming the moment he pushed past familiar branches and scaled reminiscent trees.

GREEK MYTHOLOGY AU — NSFW. PARA/NOVELLA/SCRIPT.

Brandishing a well traveled vintner as his guise, Dionysus moves about with nothing but stifled delights itching to sprout from the tips of his fingers. He wonders of the people he’s left behind during his reckless flights.

After all, there’s much to lose when all he wants to do is take.

called myself ruler and i howled at olympus.

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[kimutakus]

[biaxbansin]

I see Dio but he has  exiled  me! *weeps*

[avinefrenzy]

Good things come to those who wait- [/he whispers mischievously before returning to the corner he came from]

[rhaenyrra]

[avinefrenzy]

✖ back and feeling whack

There was nothing awe inspiring about the gate he stood before. It troubled a deep-seated part in him to think he could remember every single bar that made up the entryway, and every single windowpane that reflected back from the academy.

He'd needed the break, he thought. The decision to leave had been instinctive and unlike previous attempts to vacate the school; he hadn't given himself the time to think it over. Thinking things through was relatively uncharacteristic of him to begin with.

The southern region of France had been his first stop, where he had spent a week that felt like months lounging about the vineyards of Bordeaux. Red wine had always been his favourite. Resisting the urge to overstay his welcome, he wandered between dilapidated hostels of Austria and the restored fountains of Italy. By the time he reached Greece, he'd had his fill of meat and fruit. There were very few places that triggered the sensation of home within him, the Mediterranean region being one of them. The days passed with an infuriating speed, and unable to help himself, he took to returning to Olympus for a short while as well. The divine scape had never brought him much joy, but there were old friends he'd missed and he was never one to turn down a decent ego stroke. Purposefully saving his most awaited escape for last, his return to Nysa had him thrumming the moment he pushed past familiar branches and scaled reminiscent trees. The speed in which he tore himself out of his clothes and replaced them with vines would've seemed impressive to anyone. But it was his reunion with Silenus, a man he thought of as his father before anyone else, that had made the entire trek worthwhile.

Six days and seven nights whirred by at a dizzying pace on the mountain. The festivities seemed to never come to an end, just as the deity liked it. Towering bonfires burned well into the night, nymphs emerged from their place in the trees; while his mad maenads spun their limbs in a drunken nude frenzy. Many orgies were had that week.  

So as he made his way, mostly trudged, towards the all too familiar academy; the shenanigans of the last month flashed in front of his eyes. He knew he'd eventually return, but it didn't mean he had to be all that ecstatic about it.

Dionysus was mindful of the fact there were a lot more little shits here than in the places he'd just come back from combined.

[wvnderlst]

Black Forest, Germany

[cocain-keys]

When I was young, I used to have this thing where I wanted to see everything. I used to think, ‘How can I die without seeing every inch of this world?’

Leonardo DiCaprio

[sandandglass]

[best-of-funny]

X

[chivaszgal]

[avinefrenzy]

/pokes/ Old guy, will you play with me?

[/he stares] You know, calling me old isn’t going to convince me.

[halfhumanhalfdevilallawesome-de]

WARNING: The mun of this blog is a lazy bastard.

[avinefrenzy]

Mmmmmmmwuah

Now that's what I'm talking about. 

[avinefrenzy]

/pokes/ Old man.

You've got the wrong guy.

[avinefrenzy]

old

I'm as young as they come

[exnemesisbansin]

(/sighs and shakes her head) I’m basking in your lack of gloriousness? Please. Your ego is getting a little too big, Dionysus. Shall I tone it down? (/narrows her eyes at him) I said nothing about poison… I just said that they were suspicious. (/places her hands in her pockets and looks at him blankly) I’ve only been here for a few weeks. Not much has changed. Eris is still an insufferable bitch. Enyo’s still her lap dog. All the demifucks are still as stupid as ever. There’s not much to keep track of.

[avinefrenzy]

[/arches a brow] More like it's not big enough. Cut me some slack, huh? I don't get nearly as much ego stroking here, as I'm used to. Kind of blasphemous actually when you get to thinking about it. [/he blinks and gives up a casual shrug of his shoulders, toying with a vine that springs from his finger] For someone complaining about not being greeted with a bottle, you sure say a lot of not nice things. You trying to tell me I haven't missed any cat fights while I've been gone? Because good. You should let that sort of anger out in a good ol' fashioned mud fight. Works for the mortals, don't see why it shouldn't work here. You get used to the demishits, might even grow to tolerate a few. Don't know if I'm disappointed or what that much hasn't happened though.

[leejoon-alpha-archived-blog]

"I thought I should be the one to come to you." He’s unperturbed by the examination, having become quite used to it from when he has spoken to anyone who cares about Kyu. Simply clasping his hands behind his back he then follows the god. Biting at the inside of his cheek slightly at he thinks. "There isn’t much to me. I mentioned I’m a lycanthrope, my wolf was named Rhys by Kyu. I have a job working in a nightclub as a bartender." He wasn’t going to go into his past, it didn’t seem necessary. "What is it you want to know exactly?" 

[avinefrenzy]

A low affirming noise left his lips as he led the lycanthrope, while his arms casually crossed themselves over his chest. As the younger spoke, he listened though his eyes kept on the treaded path that would lead them past the garden and towards the vineyard. The mention of the other's wolf and its subsequent naming stood out for him, but it was easy for him to simply hum instead and glance back with a wry grin. "Overviews are fine, but that's not I'm concerned about. What does concern me is what exactly's between you and my kid." His eyes leave the younger man and return to stare straight ahead when he asks, vines twisting between his fingers. "I'm not dumb, I don't pretend to know much about what my kids get up to, but answer me this. You love the little shit? Are you serious about him? He serious about you?"