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[deus-ex-archive]

YES. A DEUS EX ARCHIVE BLOG. I FOLLOW U NOW YES.

Yes good, come! Much Deus Ex is had here!

[bewareofchris]

I'm so glad you like my fanart of your story! It's captured my imagination, so I hope you don't mind if I draw more. If you've run out of prompts can I offer a few stupid ones? (Pet!Altair falling asleep on Kadar or Malik, pet!Altair trying to defend Kadar (dogs do that for their owners I think, I've never had a dog), demon!malik moulting (does he? Or is it just a kadar thing?)). Thank you for your awesome stories, once again <3

I full support any fanart.  I love art.  It’s so unlike anything I can even think that it amazes me and I adore it.  Your prompts are not stupid at all.  I love them all.  Here’s one:

Rated R for nothing really.  it’s pretty tame.

Kadar was inexhaustible.  This was one of the many things that Altair had come to know about his owner.  While Malik was sexually attracted to Altair’s sweat, Kadar had come to believe that it was his solemn duty as Altair’s owner to force him to exercise to the point of collapse.  In the immediate aftermath of Altair’s (successful) attempts to seduce Malik, Kadar had been even more inspired to exercise him.

So much so that he took Altair out to a large empty stretch of ashy rock and broken glassy bits that looked similar to what their home was made of.  Once there he stretched his wings out and dropped the leash.  ”Run,” Kadar said.  His eyes were blindingly blue as he said it.  The edges of his smile where his cheeks had thinned in preparation to split when he molted again made his smile seem to stretch eerily upward toward his ears.  

"I do not like being chased," Altair said.

Kadar’s teeth were viciously sharp when he said, “then consider it a race.”  He gave Altair no more than a half second to comply with his command before he jumped into the air.  The air displaced by his wings knocked the loose debris into Altair’s path no matter where he ran.  

It was a pointless exercise.  There was nowhere to hide from Kadar.  There was no way to outrun the demon.  Still, he ran until his legs were weak and Kadar was sufficiently amused.  He dropped to the ground—bare feet against broken rocks—and steadied Altair’s wobbling body with two hands on his shoulders.  One of his hands dug into the recently blistered skin hard enough to make the still-healing burn ache even through the general exhaustion in his body.  ”Poor thing,” he said with no pity.  ”Rest.”  It was not a command that Altair could refuse.  Kadar sat with his wings stretched out behind him and pulled Altair down.  

"Get off," Altair said.  He shoved at the hands pulling him so his head rested on Kadar’s lap.  But his mortal arms were weak and Kadar’s resolve was strong.  He could not wiggle free and all his attempts did little but scratch his skin with the many rocks on the ground.  "What was the point in this?" he asked when he could not fight any more.

Kadar’s fingers ended in sharp nails that were not comforting as they stroked through his hair.  ”Your mouth was burned.  I know what you are doing with my brother.”  That made Altair’s heart pound.  ”No, shhh.  I did not bring you here to hurt you.  I can get another pet if I want, you have only one soul to sacrifice.  Look at this place.”  Kadar looked away from his face, up at the flat nothing all around them.  ”It was a city once.  You have been to the market.  Imagine such a place but ten times over.  There were hundreds of demons here—perhaps thousands.  They had built homes and markets and managed to make a grassland where they could raise cows.  Imagine, cows here.  I saw it when I was very young.”

Altair did not look around but closed his eyes.  Kadar’s hand was against his chest—warm but not painful—as his fingers stroked through Altair’s hair.  The immediate danger of it did not completely outweigh the soothing cadence of his touches.  ”What happened?”

"Malik happened," Kadar said softly.  "Chaos demons are rare and immortal.  Mother said they came from the very center of the earth long before the surface world grew life.  She told me that when she found Malik he was still a small boy, curled up like a rock.  She lit a fire and put him in it and he came back to life.  Chaos demons are pure fire, Altair.  They are capable of immense destruction.  Many of them are extinguished now, just piles of ash and stone."

There had to be a point.  Altair tried to open his eyes but the lull of Kadar’s voice made staying awake difficult.  ”Why’d he do this?”

"He was angry.  That was hundreds of years ago.  He was smaller than you when he did it.  Someone tried to take his favorite toy.  It was a flute, I think.  They pulled it out of his hand and taunted him and this is what happened."  Kadar’s hand stopped stroking his hair.  "My Mother is dead now.  I am my brother’s guardian."

Altair managed to force his eyes open.  ”Your warning comes too late.”

Kadar looked sad.  He sighed and nodded.  ”Sleep then.  It is a long walk home again.”  

[wadewilsonsexual]

Your fanfic about the ac coffee au was simply adorable. I cringed at the awkward date, it felt so real it was like I was there (again...)

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awww ;w; gosh thank you so much i'm glad you liked it!!!!

[fashionforassassins]

[billywick]

aurigale said: YOU WROTE THIS? *fangirlseverywhere* life is full of funny coincidences like this.

I did indeed write it. xDD why is it a funny coincidence?

*curious as fuck*

[billywick]

aurigale said: <3<3<3 keepin’ it real, dawg. I rike dat.

Keepin' it real for the kids, bro. You just gotta. Not that I'm exactly a popular blog or anything...I could be one day when i contribute quality. XD