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that's as many replies as i can get to tonight but i'll be around tomorrow to do the rest + also finally respond to messages :*

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open to: f (original characters only). muse: fythos. god of w*r. centuries old. l.eo s.uter fc. plot: based on this. connection: lover, sister, daughter, niece, and anything else that works. t*boo or platonic connections welcome. your muse can be a fellow god or a demigod, a human, or another type of creature/being. do not like this starter.

with the crackling of the fire radiating the home, the god knew she could not have wandered too great a distance, but after many weeks parted from her, she was still too far away for his liking. with a deep sigh, fythos strolled out into the starred night, his eyes scanning the serene and safe corner of the realm he had claimed for the pair to reside in. his personal haven. somewhere and someone he could return to after endless blood had been spilled and yet another war had been won in the name of his kind. ❝ i told you not to stray far from the house, ❞ the male warned as a greeting, finally finding his target in the outer reaches of their expansive garden. the low scratch of his voice lacked warmth but instinctively his rough fingers reached towards her face, stopping short of making contact with her flesh and instead curling into palm as he dragged his closed fist back to his side. such impure hands didn't belong on so precious an entity. ❝ what are you doing out here at this hour? ❞

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her response to his request, though just two words, stumped thonos more than anything had in a while. ruling came so naturally to him now, judgement and management both skills that were second nature to him, but in all his self-believed greatness, there was still a weakness that loomed heavy. matters of the heart were foreign to the god—clearly demonstrated in the fact that he made no attempt to woo his bride, opted instead to steal her away—and perhaps, in all his uncertainty, had found it easier to hide behind force than face her rejection if any real attempt was made. ❝ i'm not late. ❞ did you miss me? for the first time since he had brought melody here, he was hopeful about the answer, though question evaded any attempt at being spoken aloud. as her waves were freed and fell down back, his eyes grew wider, the lips normally pressed into impossibly tight line now instinctively parting to suck in air. it didn't matter how many times he had experienced her now, the mere sight of his wife never failed to bewitch him. guilt might have clawed at him for his misdeeds against her, but when she stood before him this bare and beautiful, who could blame him? ❝ come, ❞ male beckoned her closer with a bony digit, his robes now loosely hanging from towering frame as belt was discarded upon the icy, marbled floor beneath feet.

she had lost track of the days since he'd stolen her from her home. melody only knew the hour because he had come for her like clockwork each night. this night it seemed would be no different save for the fact that she found herself no longer dreading his company. perhaps it was because other than the dead he was the only companion she had in this bleak place. her husband, her lover, not by her choice at first but now the title of queen wasn't so bitter on her tongue.

the sound of his voice cut through the silence of their bedchambers, no response came from melody at first. she stood from the chaise slowly, her dark gaze shifted in his direction as she sighed. "you're late." a simple accusation but it was more of an effort than she had put forward before. it almost sounded as if she had been anticipating his arrival. perhaps she had been, she wasn't sure it mattered. gaze lingering on him she pulled the pin from her hair, letting dark waves cascade down as her hand moved to pull at the ties holding her gown to her form. her every move slow and deliberate.

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despite not personally feeling them, emmett had been instilled with an understanding of emotion. had been trained on millions of videos showcasing human expression. had an endless catalogue to reference and pull from whenever tasked with interacting with his mortal counterparts. tashi, however, offered a different experience. if he could be perplexed, he was sure he'd feel it in her company. though she had oxygen in her lungs and blood pumping through her veins, the agent was more akin to his kind than hers. had a commitment to her job that rivalled even the tireless work ethic hard-coded into him. ❝ i don't think any programming is needed to see that you're stressed, ❞ fired back, allowing himself to move further into the room now that she'd been made aware of his presence. ❝ have you considered taking a break? ❞ a futile question considering the serious matters that had habit of falling into her hands but still worth a shot. with his arms crossed over broad chest, his bright blues spotlighted the other, smile tugging at mechanical mouth. ❝ i'm not sure if you've heard but there's this thing humans have that's called 'rest'. i believe it's very useful. ❞ android paused to see if his wit was appreciated before he decided to continue anyway, ❝ when was the last time you did something fun? ❞

the  metal  that  was  once  cool  to  the  touch  had  been  warmed  by  her  palm  as  her  hold  had  been  far  from  loose.  at  least  she  finally  stopped  pacing.  tired  lids  stayed  parted  to  allow  her  eyes  to  marinate  the  digitalized  plan  —  beginning,  middle,  end.  layers  that  had  been  written  in  languages  meant  to  be  encrypted  for  the  sake  of  her  job  and  position.  the  soft  hisses  that  sourced  from  her  surroundings  rinsed  her  senses  back  to  reality.  the  deep  dive  into  her  work  within  the  government  handshake  made  her  forget  that  she  was  truly  carbon  based. tashi  slipped  an  exasperated  sigh  before  closing  the  last  minute  changes  from  her  view  to  dissolve  the  holo  screen  back  into  the  metal  device.  she  was  partially  startled  by  the  frame  that  spoke  from  a  section  of  the  room  she  lacked  awareness  in,  causing  a  small  spike  in  heartbeat  but  she  gathered  her  composure.  "  of  course,  i'm  okay.  i  don't  have  any  other  choice  but  to  be.  "  a  dismissive  glance  was  given,  but  words  sat  with  expected  stability.  “  it's  just  work  —  unless  your  programming  has something  on  stressed  out  agents?  ”

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❝ i'm sorry. ❞ though the apology was immediate upon the realisation he had made her uncomfortable, the delivery was hollow, prompted by what he knew he should do and not out a belief he had done something wrong. emmett had been designed to study humans, to learn from them, and there were none he took pleasure in observing quite like anita. regardless of where they were in the colony or what they were doing, his eyes seemed to fight against coding, drifting away from the duties at hand to instead seek the brunette out. if he didn't know any better—aware of the limits of his hardware and the impossibility that machine could ever experience emotion—he might think he actually liked her. ❝ i don't experience 'want', ❞ he answered her, tone lighter and almost teasing, but even as he served the reminder, it didn't sit as true as anything he had expressed before. as his hand was lifted, steady fingers spread slightly apart, pressing palm to the spot where drumming beat hardest against her delicate chest. silence fell, no longer just hearing the pulsating of her heart, but now feeling it under his cold touch. tried to isolate a cause, counted every single beat in pursuit, but instead of coming up with a diagnosis, the android found himself recording the unsteady rhythm and saving it to his personal memory bank. ❝ alarmingly fast, ❞ noted with a smile, blues probing her gaze, ❝ what's got you feeling so on edge, anita? ❞

she couldn't pinpoint when things had shifted for her, but every time she looked in his direction, her heart raced within the confines of her chest. maybe it was the amount of time they'd spent together in the colony. maybe it was the amount of time she'd been without attention from other people the way she wanted attention from emmett. the pit of her stomach tightened as she move around the room, cleaning up the medical supplies after patching someone up. when emmett spoke up, she almost flinched. anita's eyebrows rose and her cheeks flushed, "...i-i'm fine. i'm okay. i'm just feeling a little on edge for some reason. it happens." she bit into her lower lip and ran her fingers through her hair with a deep breath. "i can feel you assessing me, em." she folded her arms over her chest and tapped her fingertips against her bicep. she sank her teeth into her lower lip and she knew mostly everyone was asleep. she knew he could tell her heart was pounding - going much faster than normal. "you wanna feel it?" she asked and guided his hand to her chest, right over where her heart was.

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when he puts a baby in you and possessively holds your stomach through the pregnancy

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New art with two werewolves is up :3

(there is a girl in the middle shhh)

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"the handsomest-bodied man in all of England."

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b.unny gf for one of my muses???

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Emilio Sakraya SIXTY MINUTES (2024)

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LEO SUTER Vikings: Valhalla #3.03 "Lost"

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open to: f. muse: thonos. god of the dead / king of the underworld oc. m.anny j.acinto fc. plot: inspired by this and also h.ades x p.ersephone ofc. thonos suddenly became enraptured by your muse and stole her away to his realm to be his wife, much to her initial horror and sadness but hey...maybe their marriage isn't completely doomed. connection: some kind of goddess / demi goddess (original characters only). your muse can also be related to him somehow, such as his sister, niece, or another connection. do not like this starter.

the halls were barren as thonos tread his manse, the path to his bedchambers so instinctive after an eon settled here that the darkness did not deter his determination. after a day spent holding court, judging the trivial but volatile affairs of those trapped under his rule, there was no company he craved more than that of his wife. not long wed, air still strained between the pair considering the circumstances that led to their union, but in his dark eyes, it didn't matter. she was now forever and completely his, and the god refused to waste even a moment of this gift. ❝ undress. ❞ command rang out as thonos entered the room, spying her sat reading under an orange haze of candlelight. cold as his tone was, there was little use for pleasantries any more. it didn't matter how much he tried to tiptoe around it and soften his approach, they both ultimately knew what he was here to do, as he had done every night since she became his prized bride. as own hands worked at undoing his robes of black swirled with gold, gaze shifted to watch the female figure before him. ❝ slowly. ❞

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open to: f. muse: tyrnus. monster. a.lan r.itchson fc. plot: based on this post. it's up to you how experienced/inexperienced she is. also, if you're not comfortable with her being a s*x worker, it can be someone he's been talking to on a f*tish website for h.umans x m.onsters, and they've both decided to meet up and maybe finally indulge in some fantasies... do not like this starter.

a sketchy street was hardly a cause for concern for someone of his size but it didn't stop tyrnus' bronze-tinged eyes darting to the corner every time he heard approaching footsteps. after the first handful of side-eyeing strangers passed, he considered heading home, not wanting to be caught dead lingering in a human district by a peer that might recognize him. in this specific place, at this very hour, everybody would know there was only one thing someone of his kind would be lurking around for. but too pent up to give up, desperate for some release after slaving away at his office job for weeks, male's feet remained planted in place. ❝ you came. ❞ grunted noises formed the male's best attempt at the human language, eager stare washing over her form but mind cast in a stupor that this was actually going to happen. everything that tyrnus fantasized about in the privacy of his own home, all the disgusting thoughts that he kept under strict lock and key, could very well be made a reality tonight. ❝ i thought you might— ❞ cleared his throat, shaking his head to dismiss the accusation now that it was no longer relevant, ❝ i did what you said and got a room nearby. that is if you still want to...? ❞

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open to: f. muse: emmett. android. a.aron t.aylor j.ohnson fc. plot: inspired by this and this. connection: anything welcome. they can work for the same company, he can be owned / employed by your muse, or just someone your muse is friends with. alternatively, they can be the crew on some kind of spaceship / colony together. do not like this starter.

it was hard to ignore the pace in which her heart began to thump as she moved about the room he was in, the drum far more frenetic than the gentle rhythm emmett was familiar with hearing from the female. lifting his eyes—tinged far too deep a shade of blue to feel human—from the task he was idling with, his attention focused solely upon the other. the visual assessment was completed instantly and silently, and once no other signs of concern were immediately presented, the decision to simply ask was made. ❝ are you feeling okay? ❞ features intentionally relaxed, a humble smile formed upon lips to make her feel more at ease in his probing company. ❝ you seem a little...off today. ❞

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OSCAR ISAAC Behind the Scenes of ESQUIRE (2022)