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is this the most dec thing ive ever said i think so
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( && OUT OF. ) guess whos BACK
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the darkness takes us hostage
and spits us out unmade.
you try to put me
back together
but darling
some things cannot be saved.
the woods in me are black and deep, i can no longer be what you crave,
Amrita C. (via sunrisesongs)
#( && CH; he who drips with darkened blood. )#( && OTP; is it just a game? )#( && SH; you were my solace. )#( ......oh. )
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aesthetic meme: cremisius aclassi for praesidiium
#( && OUT OF. )#praesidiium#( i love th e e s se...... )#( i gotta go but man i hope...u like...?? )
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memexauxqueen:
bold what applies to your muse: flaws edition !
feel free to add more.
easily scared | whiny | repetitive | selfish | arrogant | easily excitable | too silly | stubborn | blank minded | overly cautious | loud | easily bored | untrustworthy | disloyal | manipulative | over sensitive | possessive | clingy | obnoxious | gullible | annoying | judgemental | tactless | merciless | unlucky | soft-hearted | sarcastic | reckless | paranoid | unsophisticated | pushy | self critical | smart-ass | infamy | solemn | erratic |
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( && OUT OF. ) y’ALL SHOULD SEND IN A THING IF U WANT ME TO MAKE AN AESTHETIC EDIT FOR UR MUSE BC I AM SO DOWN FOR IT
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Why does Decius act so differently between your Verses? Why is all flirty with Sebastian and then heartless and ruthless when Divine?
( && OUT OF. ) ah!! okay so. when you ask why he acts differently between verses? each verse is a different part of his life and/or an au of his main timeline. ( such as my red lyrium au that is currently being devloped. ) he acts differently because he is different. in one verse soon to be added, he is a young child from the ages off 11 - 16, for at 16 he leaves his home and is disowned.in the next verse, he is 16 - 19, searching for a way to help tevinter/ feel at home with himself. now! this is where he meets sebastian! he is actully inspired by sebastian and devotes himself to his home’s chantry ( the imperial chantry ) in the hope that this religion can keep order and more or less happiness like the orlesian chantry everywhere else.next, he is 19 - 23, serving as a brother in the imperial chantry.then, at the age of 23, he is elected black divine in an effort by the clerics and priests of the imperial chantry to use him as a pawn. he’s young, they think they can control him. now, this is where he begins his change. he ex-communicates those who elected him, sentences them to death as a show of you cannot use me, and becomes so enthralled by his own power he becomes greedy. he becomes accustomed for people to comply to every wish and want. then, as the years pass, at the age of 25 he refuses to be called decius, only going by most holy, his holiness, and black divine. his mind relates decius to his younger self, either on his own or as a brother, and therefore sees it as weak compared to his power now.it is his progression as a character as well as how circumstance plays into his morals/actions.as for the sebastian ship, i can go on and on and on. me and ixstus have a thread plotted out and, as you may have seen, some interesting drabbles going on between our smol sons. im not gonna go into details as it will most definitely spoil the thread/plot, but basically sebastian and decius are mirror images of each other, including their family relations and younger attitudes, except decius goes one way while sebastian the other. their personalities are so in sync, so incredibly matched, that when decius is younger, he easily connects to him. from there, decius, a man who has always cared for his religion, finds a sort of inspiration in sebastian ( as i have said before ) and strives to achieve all that he has in his homeland, tevinter. they are drawn together, but as always, time changes people. ( though, hint hint at decius’ mental state, he doesn’t see himself any different than a leader doing his best for his country, even if he uses his status and title for selfish means. )time is an enemy to decius. and time can change even those who believed themselves heroes.
#( && MESSAGES. )#( && MASKED. )#( && RULINGS; headcanons. )#( what do i even tag this as ?? aaaah i hope this...makes sense... )#Anonymous
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im here && im queer
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Hey there! I hate to bother you but do you mind tagging your stuff involving hospitals/cancer? Someone very close to me passed away because of it & it's very difficult to handle sometimes. Thank you!
( && OUT OF. ) hey there anon! yes i slipped this time and i apologise! i’ve been trying to be more careful with my hospital/cancer related posts, usually with the cancer tw tag, but as that...isn’t always the case when i talk about my hospital visits, i’ll start tagging them medical tw && hospital tw if that will help!! also: if you need to talk to me about anything, i’m here. i’m pretty much going through the same thing, as a good friend of mine ( more than good. he’s all i really have anymore. ) was just recently diagnosed. just keep that in ind alright? i’m terribly sorry! my condolences to you and your close someone’s family. i will try to be more active in my tags!
#( && MESSAGES. )#( && TBD. )#( && MASKED. )#cancer tw#hospital tw#medical tw#( im so...sorry.... )#Anonymous
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josiewosiie
s h a m e
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( && OUT OF. ) sOMEONE JUST UFCING SENT ME THE SHAME NUN THING FROM GAME OF THRONES IM GONN FUCKING P I SS MYJS EFF.
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“Keep going… I love the sound of your voice.”
&& ( gay ) TORTURE MEME; accepting.
bathed in soft LIGHT does he reside upon SILKEN sheets, chest set in a moderate rhythm of RISE && FALL. he lays BARE for his gaze, celestial as quiet sounds escape reddened lips. he is DIVINE, truly, as hands TOUCH his flushed skin. decius watches, lips parted as the SHOW garners his FULL attention. this was not PLANNED, was not an option for how the night would go. yet he is ENRAPTURED, breathing HEAVY and LOUD in the silence he forces upon the other. he begs so BEAUTIFULLY, he thinks, voice RAW and full of a DESIRE they BOTH share. sebastian, so well with his hands CLASPED in PRAYER, now pleads to a DIFFERENT god, hands occupied between his legs. gaze watches with a HUNGER he had not known, throat REFUSING to speak until he hears that SINFUL gasp, that GORGEOUS whine. ‘ you’re beautiful. ‘ he starts EASY, voice deepened with the LUST tainting his body. hands ITCH to touch NOT ONLY himself, but of the knight that is HIS. ‘ i want to HAVE you, sebastian. i wish to feel your hands && teeth across my SKIN, your breath upon my NECK. maker, you make me WANT you. ‘ he exhales SHAKILY, a soft groan an ECHO to the man before him. he swallows TIGHTLY, pants now more COMMON than WORDS. ‘ irrumabo, angelus. you’re a FIRE in my veins. you make me DIZZY. i want you atop me, next to me, inside me ‘ the IMAGE is one he CANNOT ignore, a sense so POWERFUL he forces hands to CLENCH so they will not break the SPELL upon the whimpering SAINT. ‘ volo te invitandum. NOW, angelus. let me HEAR you. ‘
#ixstus#( && MESSAGES. )#( && SH; you were my solace. )#nsfw ///tw///#( && NSFW. )#( && NOT SAFE FOR MANGO. )#( oh my g OD )#( its not even that explicit. im also not...translating anything pls look it up. )#( //sweats// )
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“What the fuck is wrong with you!?" ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
&& TORTURE MEME; accepting.
he GROWLS, eyes GLOWING with that of his inner DEMONS. they HOWL at the outage of the ELF’s audacity, breath IGNITED with the words of COMPOSURE. ‘ ah, the little OVES dares to speak. and, as ANSWER to your QUESTION, nothing. however, i do not think YOU can say the SAME. ‘
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“Oh god.. Oh please, god, no!”
&& TORTURE MEME; accepting.
there is BLOOD speckled upon TEETH, grin FERAL in the low light. hands grip HARD on the other, fingers acting as CLAWS as they draw paths of FIRE across his skin. && he LAUGHS at the plea, the cry BEAUTIFUL in this DARKNESS. ‘ that’s it my ANGEL. allow me to make you SING. ‘ magic FLIES at his fingertips, a near BURNING sense of cold FLOODING the body beneath him, JOY fueling his actions as it ARCHES under his deliberate PAIN. he does nothing to SOOTHE it, stays his hand as crystals LICK at such fine skin. he lets them GROW, lets them CRAWL && PRICK until the pleas are back; a SYMPHONY to his ears. it does not last for long, a muffled cry NOTHING compared to the EUPHORIA of such holy being. he wants to SCREAM, look to the HEAVENS && proclaim WHERE IS YOUR MAKER NOW? ‘ your maker is not here, angelus. ‘ VENOM springs at his lips, POISON so easily found with each word. BLASPHEMY, once thought SINFUL, falls from his mouth, his touch, his GAZE, as if it no longer held CONVICTION over him. ‘ I am your GOD now. ‘ he HISSES, tips of fingers turning to IRONS, heat rushing to the skin below. it CRACKS at the frozen sight, each disintegrating act causing SPARKS of an UNKNOWN attack. fingers DRAG, unrelenting as ICE is replaced, fire going DEEPER than the skin. bruises && burns, BLOOD && cuts, sebastian ASCENDS to a thing of pure BEAUTY. ‘ say my NAME. ‘ a word, so SMALL and FORGOTTEN in these times, spoken so BROKENLY does he release a GROAN of his own, a GASP escaping from such HUNGRY lips. ‘ GOOD BOY. ‘ && the night has ONLY JUST begun.
#( && MESSAGES. )#( && RULINGS; drabbles. )#( && SH; you were my solace. )#torture tw#violence tw#( kinda??? )#( what else...do i tag this a s... )#( @god forgive me. )#ixstus
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“Oh god.. Oh please, god, no!”
“Please… Please..! I’ll do anything..!!”
“P-please.. Please don’t..”
“Anything but that.. Please, please! Stop!”
“Stop? Why on earth would I do a thing like that for?”
“We’re having so much fun!”
“We’ll have so much fun, you and I…”
“Look at the new toy I got for us to play with!”
“Shut up! Shut up!!”
“Oh please.. Like I haven’t heard that one before…”
“If I had a nickel for every time someone begged me to stop… I’d be fucking rich.”
“Ooh, look at that. Look at all the blood. Amazing, isn’t it?”
“Let’s crack open the hood and see what’s underneath, shall we?”
“You know what I love more than agonized screaming? The sound of people choking on their own blood. Very satisfying.”
“If you beg, I might just stop… Maybe. But only if you’re sincere.”
“Beg me, you stupid whore! Beg me to stop! Come on!!”
“Go ahead – beg for forgiveness. God’s the only friend you’ve got down here. ”
“Shut up or I’ll wrap your intestines around your throat like a scarf.”
“Ha ha! I love it when they scream!”
“Keep going… I love the sound of your voice.”
“Stop praying! There is no God here.”
“Shut the fuck up!!”
“Let’s play a game, shall we? It’s called, ‘how many of your organs can I remove before you die?’“
“Alright, here’s the deal… Since you scream every time you see me – let’s just remove your eyes, hm?”
“Has anyone ever told you how good you look in red?”
“Beautiful… Absolutely beautiful…”
“I’m not going to kill you… But I’m going to make you wish I would.”
“This is what you get! This is what you get for hurting me!”
“Do you like rats? I hope so. Because we’re going to play a little game with one that involves your stomach, a container, and an open flame.”
“Have you ever heard of abacination?”
“You’ve got cavities back there, you know. Why don’t remove those pesky teeth for you, hm?”
“Wake up! Can’t have you passing out on me.”
“I won’t scream.”
“I won’t tell you anything.”
“There’s no way I’m gonna tell you shit.”
“By the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it.”
“No one is coming for you.”
“You won’t get away with this!”
“People will notice! They’ll look for me!”
“Stop, oh god, please! Please stop.. The pain..!”
“You’re insane!”
“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing – I’ve got a medical degree, you know.”
“Shh, don’t cry. Don’t cry.”
“No tears now, okay? Everything will soon be over.”
“Stop! Please, stop! I’ll tell you anything! Just stop!”
“Tell me – how does this feel?”
“I hate you! Oh god, I hate you!”
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck off!”
“Oh, what a mess you’ve made…”
“You look like a mess.”
“Chin up, kid. It’ll be over soon enough.”
“I’m just going to borrow a few fingers, okay?”
“Could you lend me a ‘hand’? Yes? Oh good. I was planning on taking it anyway.”
“Shut up, I’m not going to kill you. You don’t deserve that kind of mercy.”
“You know why you’re here.”
“Own up to what you’ve done and maybe you’ll leave here alive!”
“What the fuck is wrong with you!?!”
“Please! Someone help! Anyone! Oh god.. PLEASE!”
“Not that – anything but that! P-please! PLEASE, NO!”
“Let me go. Please.. Please let me go…”
“I’ll tell you anything you want! Just please, please stop!”
“I’m not going to break that easy.”
Torture sentence starters
#( && MESSAGES. )#( ' stop praying. there is no god here. )#( dECIUS AF. )#( or also; stop praying to a false god and start praying to ME. )
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‘ why are you CRYING? ‘
there are TEARS streaking across his cheeks, a sudden &&
UNEXPECTED change in the atmosphere around their TWINING
souls. SNEERS and JIBES, sharpened tongue decreeing all that
were a meaningless JOKE. they have grown too far, too fast, the
years UNKIND to a man once so PURE.
the younger KNOWS the other is not here to be WILLING. knows
that the ANGEL that still HAUNTS his dreams is SICKENED at his
touch, his words. he is DESPERATE, yet not for him. he needs the
BLACK DIVINE’s help. and the black divine needs HIM.
FOR A PRICE, he had said, eyes narrowed and teeth BARED; a
challenge he is all too aware he will WIN. sebastian is a DEDICATED
man. he will SACRIFICE for the GREATER GOOD. he always has. he
always will.
yet when cheek TURNS from his hands, skin FLUSHED yet face filled
with a DISGUST he can FEEL, there is a rage HIDDEN behind his eyes.
it BREAKS, falls open to the world he had FORGOTTEN. not of choice,
but of CIRCUMSTANCE.
hands SHAKE as sobs fall quietly from softened lips, body atop the man
he had believed GONE. he MISSES him, even now. MISSES the laughs,
the slight touches. he misses the LIPS that would find his without LIGHT;
an EASE he has always CRAVED, always held DEAR. yet, no matter how
he YEARNS, the sight of his SAVIOUR, his LOVER, shying away from his
touch as if BURNED, as if POISONED && covered in the BLOOD he had
sworn to HELP. he cannot do this. he cannot HURT the man who gave
him EVERYTHING.
there is a hand slowly moving, CARESSING the SIN he all but FLAUNTS.
it soothes the FIRE beneath his skin, the RAGE that demands sebastian
to HURT and BLEED. it quiets the beast within his chest; a sea of SHIPS
no longer able to SAIL. he is a CHILD again. he is DECIUS.
it holds him where he SHATTERS, skin && bone failing beneath the
WEIGHT of his past. it slides against BLACKENED and TAINTED
shell, HEALS the DAMAGE he has been BLIND to && decius feels
as if he is being FORGIVEN.
it comes to rest gently upon his cheek, STRENGTH hidden beneath
such CALM. he is a STORM, he realises, full of a BEAUTY rarely seen.
he sees it now, FEELS it, in the touch he now WILLINGLY gives.
he’s CRYING. he’s SORRY.
‘ decius? is that you? ‘
why are you CRYING?
he TETHERS himself to those words, spoken as if they would BREAK
the image of FORGOTTEN LOVE. head tilts to PRESS into it, NEEDY
in this VULNERABLE state.
there are words JUMPING at his tongue, waiting to be RELEASED
into the space between them. they are CONFESSIONS he had held
in, PRAYERS for the ANGEL blanketed in SIN && LOVE. he wishes
to speak, wishes to, at last, EXPEL his DEMONS.
WHY are you CRYING?
because he cannot be the MAN sebastian DESERVES.
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[10:02:45 AM] kool fade dad: he’s like. well now that u just saw me throw my lungs up
[10:02:48 AM] kool fade dad: winks. hey there
[10:03:32 AM] Sebastian "i'm a cat person" vael : GOD
[10:04:14 AM] Sebastian "i'm a cat person" vael : sebastian lowkey: FUCKING GROSS
[10:04:22 AM] Sebastian "i'm a cat person" vael : sebastian externally: pat pat
[10:04:30 AM] kool fade dad: l uaAGHS
[10:04:31 AM] kool fade dad: ITS THE
[10:04:35 AM] kool fade dad: PETTNG W/A BROOM THING
[10:04:41 AM] Sebastian "i'm a cat person" vael : YEAH
[10:04:54 AM] Sebastian "i'm a cat person" vael : sebastian: IM HERE 4 U BRO
sebsatian: from a distance
[10:05:06 AM] kool fade dad: im f cuckign dying
[10:05:17 AM] kool fade dad: im so sorry seb as least he didn't do it on you
[10:05:49 AM] Sebastian "i'm a cat person" vael : TRUE
[10:06:04 AM] Sebastian "i'm a cat person" vael : i ca n n to believe dec
[10:06:24 AM] kool fade dad: wh at
[10:06:39 AM] Sebastian "i'm a cat person" vael : fucking
[10:06:47 AM] kool fade dad: he's sTILL HALF IN AND OUT OF IT HE'S LIKE this is fake isn't it
[10:06:49 AM] Sebastian "i'm a cat person" vael : dec: vomits
dec: EYYYYYyyyyyy buddy
[10:06:57 AM] kool fade dad: YEAH HES S TILL D RUNK
#( && KEEP. )#( && OUT OF. )#ixstus#( *vomits* )#( *flirts* )#( im n ot ov er seb just...t HE BROOM. )#vomit mention tw#alcohol tw
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