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𝑆𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ) dir. emerald fennell  /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  and  subjects  as  you  see  fit  !

❛ i wasn’t in love with him. ❜

❛ i loved him. of course! it was impossible not to. ❜

❛ everyone loved you. everyone wanted to be around you. ❜

❛ i protected him. i was honest with him. ❜

❛ it's just you and me, mate. and the girl with agoraphobia, but she's in her room. ❜

❛ are you telling me you spent your summer reading the bible? ❜

❛ oh no no. not, uh, friend. more an admirer. from afar. ❜

❛ so you're picking apart the style my essay instead of the substance? ❜

❛ it's not what you argue but how. ❜

❛ fuck, that's kind. are you serious? ❜

❛ i don't smoke. ❜

❛ he’s been expelled from almost every school in england for sucking off the teachers. ❜

❛ there aren’t any pictures of me as a kid. ❜

❛ you look different. ❜

❛ harsh! that is so harsh! you’re such a snob! ❜

❛ only rich people can afford to be this filthy. ❜

❛ do you think he'll be jealous? ❜

❛ no, i'm not like you. this is all i have. ❜

❛ this feels a bit fucking stupid now to be honest. ❜

❛ honestly? i don't think i'll ever go home again. ❜

❛ just be yourself! they'll love you! ❜

❛ everybody just goes to ruin, i suppose. ❜

❛ but darling you're kind about everyone, you can't be trusted. ❜

❛ i have a complete and utter horror of ugliness. ❜

❛ because you're a terrible person? ❜

❛ daddy always said that i'd end up at the bottom of the thames. ❜

❛ fucking hell you gave me a fright. ❜

❛ i wanted to have a look at the moon. it's nearly full. do you know what that means? ❜

❛ i'm cold blooded. we're all cold blooded, haven't you noticed? ❜

❛ because you’re so fucking beautiful. ❜

❛ you're in your see-through nightdress underneath my window. ❜

❛ i could just eat you. ❜

❛ lucky for you i'm a vampire. ❜

❛ bring on the slutty fairies. ❜

❛ it's just fucking cringe, mate. ❜

❛ what a little shit-stirrer. ❜

❛ it’s just so disappointing. you're just another one of his toys. ❜

❛ alright, fuck this. i'm getting a drink. ❜

❛ are you going to behave from now on? ❜

❛ i mean, you’re a fucking liar… why would you lie? ❜

❛ ...i just wanted to be your friend. ❜

❛ you can’t ignore me forever. ❜

❛ can you fuck off and bother somebody else? ❜

❛ you really do notice everything don't you? ❜

❛ you can’t just throw me away. ❜

❛ i just gave you what you wanted. like everyone else does! ❜

❛ everyone puts on a show for you. so i’m sorry if my performance wasn’t good enough. ❜

❛ i just need you to understand how much i fucking love you. ❜

❛ i'm still the same person. ❜

❛ i don't know what you are. but i do know you make my fucking blood run cold. ❜

❛ it was the end of everything. ❜

❛ none of us wants your bloody american feelings! ❜

❛ your politeness is so grating. do you know that? ❜

❛ you're always skulking around. weaving your spider web. ❜

❛ i think you're a moth. quiet. harmless. drawn to shiny things. batting up against the window… just desperate to get in. ❜

❛ you've made your holes in everything. you'll eat us from the inside out. ❜

❛ you ate him right up. and you licked the fucking plate.❜

❛ have you been happy? ❜

❛ i loved you. by god, i loved you. but sometimes i... hated you.❜

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Youthful Dionysus, god of wine and theatre, among other things. 🎭 🌿 twitter | print available 🌿

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♯  twcebrn  ➾  independent  ,  low  activity  ,  mutuals  only  portrayal  of  the  greek  god  dionysus  ,  as  held  by  atlas  (  they  /  them  )  .  this  blog  explores  the  balance  of  madness  ﹠  sanity  ,  the  uses  of  bacchanalian  logic  ,  what  actually  constitutes  brotherhood  ,  and  the  unmaking  of  gods  .

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descriptions of dionysos in the bakkhai (tr. anne carson) that make me lose my mind a little

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Strange wine decanter {via ubersuper}

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Dionysis by Adam Frank

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Dionysus from the hades game

( comm for @/cinnamon23_pie on twt )

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this is all I ever think about actually!

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my queer rendition of Joseph Kuhn-Régnier's painting "Bacchanal and Panthers"

I really love the original painting, but I wanted to add my own style and make it more modern and Dionysian

//print

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Bronze sculpture of Dionysus. Materials: bronze, silvering, gilding. Base made of marble. The product contains natural amethysts.

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the entire ship smells of blood . dionysus stands amongst the middle of it all , ropes-turned-serpents still writhing about , the few crew members who were too slow to get out of his way lying in pieces on the deck . the rest were writhing as dolphins in the waters besides the ship .

he has a smile on his face , broad and wild , blood-sprayed dark hair in wild curls about his shoulders . his horns have some of their own blood as well .

it is MADNESS . he could not be more joyful .

the stairs creak and he turns , the mad grin still in place , before he takes in someone who is decidedly not one of the pirates . still , disrespect can come in many forms . this will tell if she need meet the same fate as the others .

he walks over to the grate and squats down beside it , one hand on the grate , fingers moving through , intense gaze studying the woman beneath .

❛ and what brings you here ? ❜ he murmurs , voice sounding musical and centered . perhaps he is . or perhaps it is merely the eye of an ever turning storm .

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The pirates had caught Niamh off guard when they captured her. The only blessing was that they didn't take her seal pelt, apparently not realizing she was a selkie. She kept her pelt wrapped around her as she shivered down in the hold, the gash on her leg throbbing.

She didn't know what to do. How was she going to escape? There were so many of them --

The screams startled her. She crept to the top of the stairs of the hold, trying to peer up through the grate to see what was going on. Blood spatter hit her face and she sputtered.

It wasn't long before the screams stopped. Niamh strained her ears, listening for any movement -- and heard something. Someone.

Would they help her? Or hurt her, too?

She shifted on the stairs, making them creak loudly.

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blogroll.

single muse

mageiia — original character. magissa, goddess of poisons, hallucinations, & unreality, child of hermes & circe

n1ghtshe — canon. nyx, primordial personification of night, child of chaos

mortshe — canon. thanatos, personification of death, child of nyx

twcebrn — canon. dionysus, god of wine, madness, & theater, child of zeus & semele

multimuse

eriny3s — canon. megaera, alecto, & tisiphone, the erinyes, children of ouranos & gaia

fantasmagorey — original characters. atonia, personification of benign sleep paralysis, & dysalyo, personification of fear-based trips, highs, and hallucinations, children of magissa & hypnos

faunisms — original & canon characters. starring melinoë, goddess of ghosts & madness; nerisei, nereid wife of pan; thalia, child of pan & nerisei; eleos, personification of mercy & compassion, child of nyx & hekate

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they are so happy they chose the subdued path to meeting her , that's for sure . then she asks why they wanted to meet her , and they feel their heart skip a step . is this the gentle let down ?

( she's already got someone . she has to , like , look at her . they can't compete with whoever that may be , not with the baggage they have . )

but then there's someone walking out , and d takes a step back to give them space , taking a breath and actually thinking . at the very least , they can be forward and direct , and if she says no , well , they can stay out until someone finds them and drags them back to father's house .

❛ i was actually hoping that you didn't have any plans tonight ? i mean , beyond your show . maybe get something to eat ? ❜ a brief pause and then , ❛ as a date ? ❜

have to be clear , after all . and now , bracing for pain , but also hoping for so much more . maybe it's their turn to be happy .

Now that she wasn't in a dim, crowded room with a focus on her act, she took in the person before her and truly couldn't help that feeling of butterflies again. Beneath their jacket she could still see glimpses of that colourful shirt, and their hair looked perfect to wind her fingers into. She wanted to be close in a way that was so intense it almost scared her.

His hand feels so warm in hers, and she can't help but hold onto it for just a little longer than necessary as he introduces himself.

D. A simple yet lovely name.

They describe themself to her as if she wouldn't know them. As if she hadn't put effort into making sure they were comfortable and had enjoyed tonight. As if they weren't beautiful.

Finally she let go of his hand and clasped hers in front of herself to give them something to do.

"Of course I remember you." The words came with a warm, shy smile.

"Oh this way's completely fine. At least you didn't try to climb on the stage and enter that way. That's always so freaky when that happens." She rambles, shuffling from foot to foot a little herself now. Gods, she wasn't usually this shy even as herself, but she really hadn't been expecting them to show up, even if she'd wanted them to. Now she had it, what was she supposed to even say?!

Her hands shift behind her back so she could squeeze them and erase any weird thoughts.

"So thank you. Both for not being weird, and for coming here. Uh...why did you want to see me?" She says meanwhile almost jolting as she feels a marker pen be pressed into her hands from behind and a quiet murmur of 'give 'em your number!' barely audible above the music still echoing out into the night. Her cheeks did flush a little as she again remembered that she was being eavesdropped on, and would no doubt be teased about this.

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he chuckles , a hand on his chest to keep him down . the desperation will never get old , and the way he so openly moves against him has dio feeling honored beyond all measure .

❛ easy , precious , don't you move , ❜ he coos , adjusting his position so he's centered over him . he reaches down , teasing at his dick , then two fingers slipping inside .

( blessings of a fertility deity ; if he wants it , he can be ready in seconds . and with ares , it's always all natural . )

he takes his time , taking his wet fingers from inside and sliding them along ares' length , slicking the way . he does this a few times , before taking him in his hand and guiding his tip along his entrance , teasing them both with a breath that trembles with self-satisfied laughter .

❛ remember who has you , ❜ he coos , finally taking him . he moves slowly , sinking down until they are pressed against each other . he tilts his head back as he groans , the fingers on ares' chest clawing into his flesh a little .

there was naught for ares to do but drive his hips upward, grinding himself against dionysus. it was move or suffer, and had ares not already suffered enough?

the sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt. surely, he had been in this exact position before, hard and wanting, seeking out the pleasure of friction, delicious friction... but this was different. it was not some lowly, bodily desire that drove him now. it was sheer desperation, the absence of pain, a carnal need brought forth by madness that had consumed him.

dionysus spoke, and ares moaned. it was what he could give, no more and no less, the guttural sound of his need spilling forth. ares rolled his hips upwards again, the sensation too much and not enough. "take me," he gasped, and then, because ares had already given up his fight and had no more to lose, he pleaded. "please, please."

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d was pacing — slowly , more of a sway side to side , but still nervously pacing — until the door opened . the person who opens the door is just their type ; short , curvy , with hair that rivals their own in gloss and care , and just a kindness that radiates from them . they want to hug her and also kneel before her , and they blush at that thought , biting their lower lip a little and hoping the night obscures that .

the introduction comes and they shake her hand , thrilled to be able to at least manage that interaction like normal .

❛ hey , i'm d , they/them . or he , any priority , um ... still , figuring that out , ❜ they say with a little laugh . ❛ i was the lucky bastard who got their face held . and i just , you know . wanted to meet you . the like , actual you . but i didn't know how , so , i hope this is alright ? ❜

they normally aren't this awkward with themselves but this time around they just ... they want this to be perfect . they want to make sure they don't lose this woman , in whatever capacity they can have her .

Every ounce of pre-show nerves washes away as soon as she hears her drag name be called and the cheer that goes out even before she has stepped out on stage as him. Magnu$ BigBuck$. In a time where she felt so adrift, this was where she got to put all that aside, grab her inner confidence and pull it out to have a great time and entertain every single week.

The curtain is pulled back and he appears, pinstripe suit, top hat and cane as they start out in the initial beats of Oops I did it again. She pulls out that classic chauvanistic smirk, steps forward with confidence and gives a flirty wink to a table of women nearby. The show continues and Ari moves through the performance, hat thrown off, outer jacket shed, tie pulled loose. Looking more unkempt and more sexy as time went on, plucking their suspenders against her chest plate and picking up tips from those beckoned forward for their moment of fun. Those she thinks will behave, at least.

They scan the crowd and catch the eye of someone so intranced with her it almost catches her off guard. There they are in a colourful shirt, a handful of cash and looking at her like she is the best thing they've ever seen. They were pretty enough themself, and very cute. This is their next choice. She beckons them, leaning expectantly and looking them over with another wide grin. So shy they can't even look at her. Time for something to make them melt, and make this night memorable (if it wasn't already). She grasps their chin and looks into those eyes and for a moment she almost drops character to stare some more. Something just clicks. She can't even explain it to herself but for a moment she looks to their lips and genuinely wants to kiss them. But in the end she catches herself and reaches a hand to take their money, giving their jaw a light squeeze before stepping back and backing up to finish the chorus and line up their big reveal: opening her shirt to reveal the pink,glittering lingerie beneath over prosthetic muscles and a six-pack followed by a slut drop and ass brush on the way back up. Enjoying how the crowd went wild and more tips came up.

Her number finishes, she collects the last of her tips and ends her number with giving a wink and lights a fake cigar made of fake money and a 'until next time' in a fake American accent before heading off. Until her next number with her drag queen stage partner with flirting, innuendo and audience fun. There were a few birthday shots to be had, unfortunately not that cute one in the shirt who she kept meeting the eye of. Maybe another time then.

After the show, she counted up her tips, gave her fee to the organiser and chatted to her fellow performers before heading off to get out of drag and into her sweatshirt and jeans to head out. She was just finishing putting her hair in a bun when her smirking drag queen came in and told her there was someone by the back door for her. Asked for her and went by D. She didn't know a D but she knew who she hoped might be there.

Well, actually maybe not. What if they didn't like her out of drag, she wasn't actually a guy afterall and that spoiled it for many. Even so, she slipped on her big, warm coat, grabbed her backpack of supplies and went to go see.

Despite her worries, she couldn't help a shy smile to see them there.

"Hi! I'm play Magnus. I'm Ari, she/her." And she offers out a hand to shake, not sure what else to do. She felt people lingering out of sight, just in case she needed help and it was awkward enough as it is! Especially fresh-faced having had no time or desire to put make up on.

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .