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[suckmythyrsus-blog]

Dionysus’ eyes slowly sparked as Aphrodite spoke, until finally they were all up in flames with hunger. Always feeling hungry but never starved, until he saw someone being vulnerable. It wasn’t just vulnerability that Dionysus adored, but the act of falling into it. The moment of the shift, the drop of the veil- That was the home Dionysus lived in, that was the instance where he found and gave worship. His voice was all growl now, “I like it when you get like this…”

He grabbed her hand from his chest, a little too hard. He pushed back, finding a wall to press her against. This is what they did. This is what he was- a tide. “Honest, honest, honest…” The vulnerability had made him a more feverish version of himself. He looked her in the eyes with that fever, voice still animal. “And sooooo right…about everything. About what they are and what you are…”

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Aphrodite’s breath left her as Dionysus pushed her against the wall. His heightened reaction thrilled the goddess, who felt most powerful, most radiant, in times like these. 

Her eyes held the god curiously, watching him fold over her. Her fingertips delicately tracing his jawline. “Hush-” She cooed, her smile serpentine. Aphrodite half expected something odd to happen- as things did when Dionysus was provoked but, perhaps that was the old days. No trees started erupted from the hardwood so- 

Perhaps it was just Aphrodite’s moment. She gently tugged on the bottom of his ear, “You look like you want something.” 

[suckmythyrsus-blog]

Dionysus was playing the brute figure. He loved playing the role just as much as he loved playing the fragile figurine. Bull or doe, it didn’t matter to him. What mattered was the reaction the mask garnered, and god did he love the reactions this goddess produced for him. Even if they were just an act, or an act of her nature- He couldn’t help but love the consequences. This was a markedly favorite game.

“Hush...?” He growled, then made a sound of disapproval. “Now why would I do that?” He made note of her expectant expression, her glance around for some...extraordinary happening. “Oh...you look like you want something.” He grinned crooked, cooing, absolutely delighted. “That breed of magic is the kind you’d have to garner...but I doubt that would be hard for someone like you, goddess.”

[suckmythyrsus-blog]

“We should indeed, little princess”

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She glanced at Dionysus from the side, offering him a small smile. Persephone suddenly halted, a look of longing crossing her face. “Do you smell that? Oh, it smells amazing!” Her dark eyes moved up and down the street trying to find the source of the delectable scent. 

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There were a lot of smells to enjoy. By nature Dionysus loved sensory overload, so the endless bombardment of each smell, sight, and sound of the city entertained him equally. “Hmm...?” He said, almost absentmindedly. He enjoyed her casual optimism, and entertaining it. 

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[okayodysseus]

“out of exhaustion, pentheus gave up and let his sword fall. for, though he is a man, he dared to go to battle against a god.” the tales of dionysus

“as the bacchae knew, we always tear our gods to bits, and eat the bits we like.”

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(Anne Carson’s translation of Euripides’ Bakkhai. This whole exchange is gold.)

[aboutsloane-deactivated20220817]

“Aw, we should go out more. Last time I walked down this street people were still riding horses.” 

[suckmythyrsus-blog]

“We should indeed, little princess”

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[thebeardspot]

[ilvalentinos]

someothermonstra asked: dionysus, invite me.

The mad boy who fancies himself a god dances in ecstasy in the woods, the ground running red with wine and blood; the night ringing with laughter and screams and the mad, mad lust of his women. The edges of the city is beginning to run red with the force of his joy, something primal in the hearts of its women, the shallow white civilization bleeding away into the natural state of man.

In the city, girls paint their lips red and stain their cheeks, and there is a strange holy shine in their eyes. No man knows of the god’s magnificence or the strange biting mystery of his kiss, or of the way he stares you in the eye and extends a hand, the way your fingers stain red when you take it.

Only women are bound tight enough to let go. Only women are sane enough for this madness.

Dionysus, the boy god cloaking himself in his own divinity, extends a red, red hand to the women of the city; and without a word, they take it.

[tiatotenstille]

[suckmythyrsus-blog]

Apollo: Are you high?

Dionysus: Oh, because if I have any kind of philosophical thought at all it must mean that I’m high, right!? Yeah, don’t mind Dionysus, he’s just some crackhead who can’t have any deeper meaningful contribution to our conversation because he’s on drugs all the time.

Hermes: So you are high?

Dionysus: Well I mean.. yes.

[suckmythyrsus-blog]

“You think I’ve just been drinking my days away? Hm?”

“Well then, I guess neither of us are entirely familiar with how the other’s been occupying their time.” He blows out his cigarette smoke a little too close to the goddesses face before leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Enlighten me. I love being…enlightened.”

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Aphrodite tilted her head, leaning into him slightly. Her body falling against his as naturally as if they had been designed with the intent. She was close enough that the rise and fall of her chest was as gravitational as the tide, her breath falling against his neck, as the goddess looked up into Dionysus’s eyes with more honesty and severity than she’d given him for centuries. “People think that beauty can be done cheap now.” Her voice was as soft as sin. “But I know what it takes, and what it really is. Mortals think they can buy love cheap too, no-” She shook her head. And as quickly as it had been there, Aphrodite’s defensiveness vanished in place of complete vulnerability. “But real beauty, real love is mine, to give and take, and it’s the only power I have to stand on. These days, I seem to have a superstructure with no foundation.”  Aphrodite moved to rest her hand upon Dionysus’ left chest cavity. “So I am working on the foundation.” Her gaze continued to bare into his, assailable. “And not these hollywood heroes, instagram queens, these models… fake. I’ve stood at parties silently for hours, watching fans listen to their idols turn into dull and little people.” She shook her head, pressing her hand against his heart with a little weight now. 

[suckmythyrsus-blog]

Dionysus' eyes slowly sparked as Aphrodite spoke, until finally they were all up in flames with hunger. Always feeling hungry but never starved, until he saw someone being vulnerable. It wasn't just vulnerability that Dionysus adored, but the act of falling into it. The moment of the shift, the drop of the veil- That was the home Dionysus lived in, that was the instance where he found and gave worship. His voice was all growl now, "I like it when you get like this..."

He grabbed her hand from his chest, a little too hard. He pushed back, finding a wall to press her against. This is what they did. This is what he was- a tide. "Honest, honest, honest..." The vulnerability had made him a more feverish version of himself. He looked her in the eyes with that fever, voice still animal. "And sooooo right...about everything. About what they are and what you are..."

[obsidianpalace-blog]

heart of the matter | open

[suckmythyrsus-blog]

Now this. This was a good question. This. Was a good. Question. “Oh well you’ve come to the right person. Rather, the right person’s come to you. What? You got an estranged mother in law visiting, or something? Perhaps a blushing bride to be? Sex workers? What are we talking about here? I mean it’s all the same to me, but to you….” Dionysus looked him up and down appraisingly, letting the sentence hang. Dionysus loved being helpful. Seeing someone in need make him want to rip them apart the rest of the way, shred them to pieces and put them back together. He liked owing and being owed. He liked all the weights and conterweights that favors brought. The hint of neediness in Hades’ eyes was better than any wine. Suddenly, he hopped off his seat on the table again. Glancing around for any fire alarms or rule enforcers like Apollo, he grabbed a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it. “Well, regardless. You’re gonna need party favors. So uh…pick your poison and I’ll make it happen.”

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Hades regretted asking the minute he opened his mouth and saw the look on his face. He audibly groaned when Dionysus spoke and made a mental note to never ask any sensible question from him ever again if he expected a reasonable reply. Reasonable to himself, because the two of them obviously held different opinions on the subject. “None of the above, I assure you.” he said, voice strained to a degree as he pulled his laptop closer to himself, in case it were in danger of being covered with more biscuit crumbs.

“No party favours, I beg you. Forget I asked. I will get a new Internet provider and they will like it.” he said with newfound determination, even if it did mean paying double for the service and finding a somewhat more profitable side-business. It was true that he was a busy man, but he would find time if only to avoid Dionysus’ mortifying comments on sex workers. Goodness, was he the only one with some decorum left?

[suckmythyrsus-blog]

"Oh, come on Hades..." He sighed in reply to the groan, and took a few steps back to give the man some breathing room. "Don't be so dull. It isn't a good look." Dionysus looked suddenly bored, if not walking the edge of irritation. He did not like being reacted to with anything but high esteem, regardless of his more outlandish tendencies.

"Fine, fine..." He waved a hand dismissively in the air. "No more jokes. I'll seriously help." He gave another sigh, this time a little overly dramatic, and put his cigarette out on the back of his own hand. "Here. First thing's first. Let me talk to your internet provider." He grabbed Hades phone and looked through the most recent calls to find the help line for his provider. After a few minutes of laying on the charm as thick as only Dionysus (and Aphrodite obviously) could, he seemed to have managed to get Hades even faster service for cheaper. He also seemed to have completely seduced a poor customer service rep over the phone. "Huh." He gave Hades a lazy grin. "Maybe Aphrodite was right about that phone sex thing..."

[okayophelia]

Unwind her from your bones (Greek Mythology: Ariadne, the Minotaur, Theseus, Dionysus)

In the night, growing slowly, strangely, from girlhood to womanhood, she would sneak down those hushed green paths to find her brother in the dark, and remember how to be wild again. 

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[doomdadahermes-blog]

Light of my life. Sugar. Sweetheart. Chickadee.

“Oh, it’s you.” Hermes looks up, a kind smile on his lips. Kind?

“Who else would welcome me back from the underworld with such warmth?”

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“It’s me!” Dionysus returns the smile, but there’s something almost mocking and secretive about it as usual- something dangerous.

“Warmth? Oh I’m sure...plenty of people. Actually I don’t know. I really don’t keep track of who likes who in the god social network.” He steps a little too close to Hermes. “You look just lovely today though.”