half algorithm , half deity

WILL WE REMAIN STUCK IN THE THROATS OF GODS ?

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SPEAK IN DIATONICS , MOTIVATION DIABOLIC ( . . . ) I'M LIKE A RELIGION , BETTER LOCKED IN A BOX ──── a private & independent multi - muse featuring various muses from both literature and mixed - media sources. EXPLICIT THEMES AHEAD , MINORS DNI. loved by ammy (25, she/her, aussie).

BLOG AFFILIATED WITH: @chaoslulled, @exiitiosus, @asylumraised, @taleswritten, @letoile, @ehlane

DIRECTORY. carrd. & icon border. & prompts. & psd.

CURRENT READ. a fate inked in blood by danielle l jensen.

CURRENT WATCH. shameless (season four); what if marvel series (season two)

HIGHEST MUSE(S). azriel. dorian havilliard. any hazbin / helluva muses. regulus black. sal fisher. silva carrasco. any shameless muses.

──── EXPLORES THEMES OF ( . . . ) tragic beginnings, terror fueled decisions, feminine & masculine rage, not recognising one's reflection, means of survival, lost childhood, stolen innocence, glorified families, self - loathing in the form of a bravado.

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👉👈 i'm changing blogs ahsydf i needed a fresh start so if you wanna remain besties, follow me on @aueternus <333

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👉👈 i'm changing blogs ahsydf i needed a fresh start so if you wanna remain besties, follow me on @aueternus <333

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👉👈 i'm changing blogs ahsydf i needed a fresh start so if you wanna remain besties, follow me on @aueternus <333

[lornrequiem-a]

⠀This was his stronghold —— this beautiful man who has stood beside him through and through. Achilies knows he's taken him for granted throughout this war;⠀has brought out the ugliest parts of himself. Weak and arrogant, too fixated on being victorious and losing sight of his virtues. He didn't deserve his touch, nor his support in all of this, and once the veil was pulled away from his eyes, he realised he'd rather succumb to war than sacrifice Patroclus. Eyes fluttering closed, he rests his forehead against his.⠀⠀“ You glorify me ”⠀⠀he muses, grazing his nose across his.

⠀“ I may be the sun, but I only glow in your presence ”⠀⠀Calloused hands find their way down to Patroclus's hips, needing to touch and feel the other man under his grasp.⠀⠀“ Everything I have ever done⠀...⠀It's been for you and only you. You are the very breath in my lungs, the source of my will ”⠀⠀and without him, he would've long succumbed to the consequences of war —— and he would've been moulded into the soldier they all wanted him to be.⠀⠀" And I will not let you go so easily. If your very soul were to be lost, I'd come find you, always ”

[godstrayed]

　"You are so much more than glorious, Achilles." It was hard to imagine the world which Patroclus had come from. He was merely a shadow of his friend. But before? Plagued with the same weight Achilles carried. The duty of the first born prince destined to a life of bringing honor and respect to his father. And yet, Patroclus had never gained his father's affections; weak and belittled, he had been cornered and drawn blood. Long since forsaken and exiled he had become a steward of his devotions for Achilles.

"You remind me the gods are real, my love; that you a blinding reminder that some men will asend to greatness and have always been destined to. You are everything in my world. The sun, the stars, and the skies. You are all encompassing."

His smile is too brilliant, too big, too lovely to be held back. Patroclus laughs, gently and fondly; torn between the absurdity of being a reflecting surface that paralleled Achilles' brightness and incredibly smitten the other would even think so. But they are the same in their piety, both adoring fools. His reach extends and his hands press to the beautiful face of his heart. His golden halo, dazzling in his loveliness, and so bright it almost feels unreal. That is the touch of the gods, Patroclus suspects. "You would not need to look very far. Only look over your shoulder if I am not in sight. I promise you I will be not far behind you."

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⠀Eyes soften, admiring the man before him as his laugh warms him through. Achilies has never known a love to be all consuming, and he knew he never would again;⠀never would experience this sort of affection and love for or from another. If anything were to happen to Patroclus, he would surely put a blade to his own heart and plead to the heavens that he be seen worthy enough to enter it's gates and reunite with his lover there.⠀⠀“ You are a poet in disguise, my love ”⠀⠀he quips playfully, his grin stretching across his lips to the point his mouth was beginning to ache.⠀⠀“ And a poet that I have all to myself to bless me with sweet words ”

⠀Eyes flutter closed when hands cradle his face, the edge of his nose caressing the palm of his hand in an affectionate nuzzle. Achilies was drunk off this man —— the sweetest tasting wine he could possibly have within his reach.⠀⠀“ You must be looking in a mirror, because you speak such words⠀...⠀and I can only see those words associated with you, my Patroclus ”⠀⠀his lips press into the palm of his hand, adoring and sweet. Child-like euphoria surges through him, appearing in the way his sunkissed skin seems to glow golden. Achilies leans forward, stealing another kiss from his lips as his calloused hands find their way to his lover's waist.

⠀“ Good ”⠀⠀He whispers against soft lips, pressing another kiss of agreement to his words, then his head lowers down to plant a tentative kiss to the hollow of his throat.⠀⠀“ I will keep you to that promise, as you can keep me to mine that I will always find you – whether it be in this life or the next ”

[maimedaffairg]

❛ az !   ❜ a laugh escapes selene as she swats at his bicep , her nose scrunching up with her smile. ❛ you can't talk like that around a lady. imagine what rhys would do if he heard you say that to his sister of all people !   ❜ there's no trace of her words being serious -- rhys was at the night court while azriel was here to keep watch over the camp. ( more specifically , keep watch over the starborn's mother &* sister. )

❛   i can't believe cass actually got you to hook up with someone in rita's. i mean , you went all that way just for that ? ❜ a little smirk as she bumps their shoulders together. they're sitting atop a gnoll , overlooking the camp. her wings are warm in the sun ; she likes this spot quite a bit. ❛   was she pretty at least ? ❜

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⠀Yes, Rhysand would absolutely have his head for a myriad of reasons he couldn't voice out in front of her —— reasons he's had to keep tucked away. The spymaster casts a rare grin towards the female, hazel eyes flickering over to her.⠀⠀“ And when has your status as lady ever stopped either of us indulging in these sorts of conversations? ”⠀⠀It hasn't, that was the beauty of this tie that tethered them together. This bond⠀...⠀it flowed effortlessly and Azriel felt as if he could breathe;⠀as if her very presence lifted the burdensome weight pressing down on his taut shoulders. He didn't want to think of why that was. Head tilting, his grin contorts into a cheeky smirk.

⠀“ Well⠀...⠀”⠀⠀the shadowsinger trails off teasingly.⠀⠀“ Cass doesn't know when to quit, so of course I had to beat him in his own game ”⠀⠀and deal with the repercussions of it at a later date —— of Cassian sulking over his defeat for the next decade or so. Typical of his illyrian commander, but he should have known that by now, he was competitive. Azriel's wings are tucked into his own body, basking in the sun which warms them through. At Selene's question, the spymaster cocks an eyebrow.⠀⠀“ Why the curiosity? ”⠀⠀he quips teasingly, his smirk widening as his shoulder reciprocates the nudge. While Azriel didn't base his attraction on physicality, he did admittedly find the female beautiful as the night progressed.⠀⠀“ I merely enjoyed her company⠀...⠀and more ”⠀⠀and he left it at that.

[namtan]

BRIDGERTON 3.07 | Joining of Hands

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　Draco regarded Ginny with a mixture of surprise and wariness as she confronted him, he was skittish and vicious as a wounded dog torn between bolting and biting at the most sudden of noises; her words cutting through the defenses he had carefully constructed over the years. Who would have thought he was redeemable? Certainly, not he ——  she owed him no kindness.

"What do you know of what I have to gain?" Yet, it was never truly about acquisition. He was intimately acquainted with what he stood to forfeit. Always present, an enduring presence, forever engraved upon his flesh as a poignant reminder. The accursed brand of a Death Eater. What hadn't he already sacrificed for this cause? He had never expected such understanding from someone like her, someone who had every reason to despise him for his past actions. Here she stood, peering beyond the mask he donned as armor, glimpsing the vulnerability veiled within.

And Draco found himself submerged in a sea of remorse and disgrace, burdened by the weight of his lineage, his father's deeds, and the allegiance to the Dark Lord, particularly in light of Ginny's suffering at the hands of his former comrades. He rejected the supremacist ideology and understood the injustice of their actions. Yet, he remained but one soul, a solitary son bound to a lineage steeped in darkness.

"Thank you, Weasley," Draco's voice was barely above a whisper, but the sincerity behind his words was unmistakable. No semblance remains of the prideful Malfoy heir from his school days. "I am not concerned with what people think of me. I do not do this because I am good or wish to be redeemable. I only do it so my mother may leave this war with a life, not imprisoned to a fanatical cause nor as a war criminal. Do not be mistaken of my intentions."

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⠀Ginny expected him to bite back;⠀for her response to have consequences, but it never comes. The war has certainly drained them, all but insistent that they win the war against the dark lord who threatened to destroy everything they cared for —— fighting each other served no purpose.⠀⠀“⠀...⠀Nothing. I know nothing, but I know pushing away everyone doesn't bring you any satisfaction, no sense of victory, no matter how hard you try to convince yourself ”⠀⠀Exhaling a soft sigh, her arms unfold and her gaze diverts from his. Ginny knew nothing of the sacrifices he's had to make, nor of the losses he's had to grieve in silence, but she could resonate with him —— for the loss of his youth.⠀⠀“ You're more than whatever everyone says about you ”

⠀Certainly, Draco has evolved far more than anyone else she knew. He's taken the steps to separate himself from his father, from those who were behind the pure blood supremacy —— he simply hasn't had the chance to show that to anyone else. The redhead blinks out of surprise at the whispered gratitude, taken aback by the lack of hostility in his voice, but she doesn't dare retort with humour nor does she undermine him.⠀⠀“ That's courageous ”⠀⠀she replies, her fingers intertwining with each other.⠀⠀“⠀...⠀Maybe not, but your actions in itself show you're a better person than what everyone thinks you are ”

⠀And while she never would have found herself defending the Malfoy heir prior, Ginny knew that they needed to have each other's backs now more than ever. Verdant eyes soften, taking a slow, cautious step forward towards him —— as if coaxing a cornered creature to trust.⠀⠀“ Let me help you. What can I do for you? For your mother? ”⠀⠀Would he even accept her help? She was about to find out.

[vaggieslefteye]

Alastor being soft

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⠀“ Well⠀...⠀isn't it death reincarnated ”⠀⠀Amber eyes soak in the female before him, teeth bearing in a crooked grin —— a neither welcoming nor overly violent display. Eris was waiting ever so vigilantly for the sound of batted wings, but he's met with nothing but the natural sounds surrounding them. It was odd to see her alone; they've only ever been around others, but now? The prince shoves his hands into his pockets, pushing himself off the tree and closer to Nesta, eyes fixating on her every movement.⠀⠀“ And you've traveled so far from home. What business do you have here on autumn court territory? ”

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👉👈 i'm changing blogs ahsydf i needed a fresh start so if you wanna remain besties, follow me on @aueternus <333

[godstrayed]

　Steve cannot really explain why it matters whether or not Jon forgives him. The only real sustainable truth is Steve is different. In some ways, it doesn’t matter. He might be dead a few weeks from now and then what? Would it really matter he tried to settle the rocky relationships he had in high school because he was an easily wounded prick? Would he just be another person from Hawkins who went missing or was found disjointed and dead with some coverup story that downplayed his tragic demise? Would Jonathan regret not forgiving him?

"Man, end of the world shit has a way of putting things into perspective." How could he explain things mattered now? That before he had been a fragile child who had been left with too much money on his hands given by apathetic parents and practically raising himself, taught indifference and passive aggressiveness where he was almost expert now —— so he's really fucking sorry he couldn't get it together sooner. Lifting, picking, and reopening scabs when Jon was probably already at his lowest. For what? Because he was heart-broken and angry? "Because what mattered before doesn't matter now." He says after a moment, eyes flickering over the other. "And what matters now never mattered before. I am sorry, Jonathan. I can never undo what I did but I can promise I really fucking wish I hadn't."

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⠀Jonathan listens intently, his mind still adamant that the other would slip up in his words and prove that it was for something that would benefit Steve himself —— but he found nothing. As their gazes meet, his eyes soften in the slightest. The end of the world really did put things into perspective, huh? He lets the words linger in the space between them, his eyes diverting to the ground under his feet as if that was somehow more important than the conversation which was being had right now.⠀⠀“⠀...⠀Guess you're right. Everything's going to shit, we could be dead sooner than later ”

⠀Running his fingers through his chestnut brown hair, the younger man returns his gaze to meet his once more. “⠀...⠀I don't forgive you. At least, not completely, but⠀...⠀you're good with the kids, and you've always helped Will out when he's needed it ”⠀⠀and that's what mattered most —— his family meant everything to him, and having someone else lend a hand? Jonathan couldn't help the gratitude which came with it.⠀⠀“⠀...⠀I'm sorry about everything that went down with Nancy. I may not have liked you, but I didn't intend to get in between you guys ”

⠀And he meant that —— Nancy was his first friend in a long time. He didn't intend to wedge himself between her and Steve, regardless if he thought he was a douchebag or not.⠀⠀“ She cares about you⠀...⠀she knows you've changed ”

[xiaozhanhub]

Wei Wuxian | The Untamed

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The last thing Leon wants is to make Ethan lose out on rest. He doesn't want to be the reason for that nor does he want Ethan to feel obligated to do anything but even as he moves away, Ethan seems intent on doing this.

And how could he say no? Especially with the way Ethan is kissing his palm and palming at his pants that has Leon breathing in a sharp breath as his cock hardens even further under Ethan's touch.

He shifts slightly to move a little closer, lips pressing against Ethan's in a soft kiss that is soon broken in favor of pressing an open mouthed kiss to Ethan's jaw. "How can I say no to you? I want you to be sure, though. If you're too tired - I can wait."

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⠀Despite the lingering fatigue, Ethan can't help but feel smug at the way Leon's breath sharpens at his touch —— how could he say no to this? It wasn't him who didn't want this, it was the mold which festered in his body and restricted him;⠀it slowed down his body and made it difficult to get anything done, but he could do this. He wanted to do this. Ethan sighs against his lips, his other hand tracing along his bicep and eventually settles down to cradle his jaw.⠀⠀“ I know, but I want this⠀...⠀want to help you ”

⠀His fingers move to tug at the waistband of his pants, expertly tugging them down enough to free Leon's hardened cock before his fingers slowly curl around his length and begin to stroke him languidly.⠀⠀“ I hate being this tired all the time —— feel like some old man ”

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"For you? I'd do anything." He means it, too. This woman is his entire world at this point, he can't imagine a life without her. He'll do whatever she needs and she needs to hear that promise. She needs his support and why would he deny her that?

"Then I'll stay here." It isn't ideal but if she has to go through this hell of being trapped like an animal in a cage, he'll be with her every step of the way. Even if being trapped makes Leon feel like crawling out of his skin, he'll push past it for her. Anything for her.

She won't hurt him and on the off chance she does, he can hold his own against her. Especially when he has a virus of his own, one that is clearly different than hers, but makes him just as strong.

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⠀Jill's eyes soften. This man—she didn't deserve him. Over the course of her recovery and return to duty, she's done nothing but snap and lose her temper at him, which she's never faulted him for. He's only given her a bitter taste of her own medicine, but despite all of it, Leon has stuck with her through and through. Even if she wanted to argue, she didn't have the mental capacity for it, so she doesn't push it this time. Jill shifts, resting her head down on his shoulder wordlessly.⠀⠀“⠀...⠀Alright ”⠀⠀is the only response she gives, eyes fluttering closed as she intertwines their fingers. Using him as a means to keep her grounded.

⠀She doesn't know what time passes, but at some point, the heavily, fortified doors open and she lifts her head up, meeting the familiar eyes of Chris Redfield, his expression pained. Jill doesn't blame him for this—not since this was her decision to begin with, and her decision alone. He bends down, briefly casting a look between the two before focussing solely on her.⠀⠀“ The team wants to run a couple more tests, and then they'll clear you for release ”⠀⠀he explains.⠀⠀“ You think you'll be up for it, Valentine? ”

⠀Mentally? No, she doesn't think she could ever get used to being poked and prodded like some lab rat—then again, she may as well have been Wesker's lab rat with the amount of experiments he had her undergo. Jill all but nods silently, her hand finding Leon's and squeezing it.⠀⠀“ Let's get this over and done with ”⠀⠀she moves to stand, her legs feeling weak but steadying herself as she glances at him.⠀⠀" You don't have to come in with me if it'll be too much for you ”

[maimedaffairg]

azriel can't help but groan , his eyes rolling as he's baited. cassian knew all of his triggers --- knew everything that made the singer tick. perhaps that's on az for not growing immune to these games over time. ( perhaps he lets him win because he genuinely likes spending time with cassian. couldn't let anyone know he's actively interested in his companions ! )

❛   i'm up now , aren't i ?   ❜ he pushes himself up onto his palms , head rolling in a circle to pop &* stretch his neck as the blanket falls away to show bare chest &* low riding lounge pants. ❛   you know it's bad taste to spar on an empty stomach. especially after all that wine last night , cass. you're gonna puke in my ring.   ❜

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⠀Cassian's grin only seems to grow victoriously as the other male inevitably stretches and grumbles —— regardless of his begrudging response, the illyrian knew better. Azriel thrived off sparring and battle as much as he did;⠀it served as a means of ridding each other of the adrenaline they can't shake off. Cassian was always the one volunteering to assist the spymaster post-mission, when he was tense and shrouded by his shadows. Over time, he's grown accustomed to him —— to his antics and his behaviours, perhaps a little too much. It left him worrying about him half of the time when he felt Azriel was too quiet, or too withdrawn.

⠀But he never pried —— he let him come to him when he was ready. Although, if Azriel was being particularly difficult, he was a bit more forceful. Out of care and concern for him;⠀they've known each other for this long, it wasn't difficult to become attached to him, to Rhysand.⠀⠀“ Well, if you get your ass up quick enough, we could⠀...⠀ransack the kitchens before the scullery hands come in and kick us out ”⠀⠀Where the shadowsinger's leathers hang, he takes it and tosses it Azriel's way.⠀⠀“ Then I won't puke in your ring ”