might come back to writing zed ?? thinking of shoving him onto my multi bc i miss hiim

The epithet of pet felt egregiously insolent even as it sputtered through the announcer’s microphone. zed had been devoured by that solitary, golden eye & felt the inherent power course through his veins at the touch of that commanding hand. what other ludicrously amorous names would be bestowed at the apex of this competition. perhaps his mouth should fit around affection, be forged in the devotion of a lover but his jaw was an iron vice of seized free will & he still rotted with the remnants of his past. “ his eminence.” it felt veracious, spoken with the respect demanded by a revered god. “ for the most venerated gods I have known were addressed as such, it seems fitting for one such as the emperor.” but he has thought upon it. it was without the intimacy of an enthralled lover thus he continues, conscientious now of his words.  “ if he asked me to call him by another name, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Whew, anyone else feeling a little partied out from that last round? Haha — not that you can ever have too much karaoke, of course! Pleasedon'tputmedownthegarbagechute... Everyone knows that when the emperor starts singing, he keeps going until everyone drops, but I think most of our crew made it through the night in time to herald our FINAL EPISODE of 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑! As fun as it's been, it's just about time to wrap up our time here and declare the winner!

As always, let's start out by saying hello to our glorious empire's best and brightest singers! :

@heartate @spellforce @desiren @diveyne @fcrgiven @danceblades @deathsmark @bikmui

Emperor Kayn's twelfth and final question for the competition is as ... oh, what a peculiar question. Erm, today's question is as follows:

❝ You are given the immense honour of bestowing a pet name upon His Majesty. What would you call him, and why?❞

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@𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒕𝒎 an inde multi muse featuring muses from percy jackson  & the olympians, the cruel prince & the raven cycle. written by ray est 2023. ✧

Avoidance felt innate when it came to the opulent revelries of the universe; magnetic euphonies vibrating through large, imposing speakers & the arrant emotion that pervaded their lyrics. it would have been defamed by the mouths of the devout, sacrilegious & befouling. the only chorus that his mouth should part in is in reverence to the darkstar & its exalted denizens. now, aboard the emperor’s vessel he had heard music incomparable in vast, melodious wealth. zed ruminates upon the knowledge he held, the music that had sputtered through those aged speakers at the diner on his first night as a fugitive. he hums a little, it hints at a rich baritone & dulcet cadence honed for nights of pious chorusing. “ K/DA, their first released song.” it seems a little stale reciting the emperor’s bias back at him but that rationale was ushered in with other reasons. “ the night I absconded from the order I arrived at a diner in this universe & it was the song playing.” how much criminality was he permitted to confess to while live ? it was insignificant, they would already be scouring their world & the next for him.  “ there was liberation in it. hearing it here again only deepened that meaning.”

We're just about there! Welcome to our second-to-last episode of 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑! Yesterday was a big day for out contestants, with a lot of points handed out and plenty of entertainment to keep them busy, but today's a new day, and our emperor loves to keep us on our toes! What do you think he has in store for us, hmmm?

I know them, you know them, but we love to greet them anyways. Everyone say hello to our contestants! Let's do a roll call! :

@heartate @spellforce @desiren @diveyne @fcrgiven @danceblades @deathsmark @bikmui

Emperor Kayn's eleventh question for the competition is — oh, what an honour for our remaining contestants! :

❝ The emperor wants to do karaoke with you. Pick your best song, and explain your choice.❞

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okay goodbye im listening 2 acotar book 2.

i only read the first acotar book.

the advent of his revenge would be a sanguinary spray of blood & the gurgle of a man’s throat as it floods. was there entertainment in it ? spectating as the corruption seethed into a zenith of hands as they prise tenuous bones from their sockets & surging euphoria as entrails were gouged from a chest cavity. it’s reiterated until the apparition of death is seared into his eyelids, specks of flickering light bleeding into the corpse of a man, hung by his feet, flayed open. would it satisfy the emperor ? he had never considered another’s stance on his march of vengeance, never thought of satiating any other than the entity that writhed at his peripherals & himself. “ the leader of the order.” it’s laced with vitriol, the very epithet has his tongue laden with bile & hatred & the itch under his skin buzzes with anticipation. “ and myself.”  it savored violence, pleasure evoked at the thought of rending flesh from bones & stuffing it into his mouth. he should flinch at the implications but his jaw aches & his fingers hunger for malleable skin & the act of consumption. “ he isn’t much of a combatant.” it should be amusing, should heave dry laughter from his lungs. he’s wanted him dead for so long & this opportunity ? he had never been so audacious as to think it handed over easily. “ but his death will be more than a fight, a desperate, futile attempt at saving himself.” hauling his beaten body, mutilated & bloodied, back into the pit over & over again until the embers of life finally snuff out in his eyes. fingers dragging through the sand, granules embedded under his fingernails, blood & gold & inevitable death.  “ i think it would be entertaining.”  

Good morning everyone, and welcome to our tenth round of 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑! Can you believe it? We're in the home stretch now! And with our flight deck locked down, it should be smooth sailing from here on out. No more morning upsets, right? Though it does make for good TV!

Our numbers may have thinned out, but not our love for the empire! Say good morning, contestants! :

@heartate @spellforce @desiren @diveyne @fcrgiven @danceblades @deathsmark @bikmui

Emperor Kayn's tenth question for the competition is as follows:

❝ Out of all the beings in the universe, you may pit two against each other in His Majesty's fight cages. Which two would you pick, and why?❞

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very normal heterosexual webweave on mobile the alt text icon obscures some of the words. sorry. don't use mobile ig - car seat headrest / beach life-in-death (twin fantasy, 2018) - Saint Sebastian, school of Nicolas Regnier, circa 17th century - Michel de Montaigne, On Friendship - bob dylan / he was a friend of mine - sufjan stevens / the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us! - Henry Scott Tuke, A Cadet on Newporth Beach, near Falmouth with Another Boy in the Sea - black country, new road / snowglobes - sufjan stevens / mystery of love - Achilles Tending to Patroclus (the Sosias Painter, c. 500 BCE) - sufjan stevens / the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us! - car seat headrest / bodys (twin fantasy, 2018) - sufjan stevens / mystery of love - Henry Scott Tuke, Noonday Heat - vampire weekend / diplomat's son - sufjan stevens / the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us!

I need to discuss the generally guarded way zed sleeps & how lightly he sleeps versus the feline ball shaped sleep until dawn he becomes when he’s with someone he entirely trusts.

How Intimidating Am I?

Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

Send 🐰 for barely intimidating

Send 🐭 for slightly intimidating

Send 🐱 for moderately intimidating

Send 🦊 for fairly intimidating

Send 🐯 for very intimidating

Send 🐻 for “MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME–”

there is a stark difference between modern , Odessy & canon & I can’t tell you what it is but you’ll know.

i cannot write more than like 2 paragraphs bc my brain just goes new setting new topic new setting new topic old topic flash back

[ ORAL ]:  sender  goes  down  on  receiver.

zed wasn’t unfamiliar with the heady, burning aftertaste of alcohol. poured into a glass over crisp, bobbing ice cubes or in the bite of a fervorous exchange of tongue & teeth. the dulcet thrum of the bass overhead drowned out all trifling thoughts in favor of pulsing in time with the stutter of his racing heart. It felt like relief; surrendering himself to the sway of bodies & the heightening pitch of excited voices. If he felt this long enough he could forget himself; he was selfish like that. on his desk piles of textbooks are abandoned, pages splayed open; he had an assignment due in the morning but he had chosen to forget about it. beside them a woefully half-emptied can of bourbon & cola. it sported a garish, inelegant, scrawl of branding & an astounding alcohol content of twelve whole percent. there was salvation in pre-drinks, especially when the bartender was serving watered down vodka at an alarming nine dollars & fifty cents. with the way other’s listlessly meandered down the stairs & into the club, lolling in the excruciatingly cheap & cracked leather couches, he wasn’t the only one who thought so. it also wasn’t his first time getting intimate in a rather public & improper setting. sure, the comfort of his bed back home was less cramped than a scarcely private bathroom stall but he was a little buzzed & the way garen’s fingers had sunk into his belt-loops had him enthralled. he was flustered, a subtle roseate that crept to the tips of his ears, too damn obvious under the discordant hum of the bathroom’s rows of fluorescent lights. garen tilts his head back to gauge him, a soft fondness in the lowering of his lids. his eyelashes were long & under the shitty lighting they glistened, just slightly. he wills his gaze to unfocus, lithe fingers skim along the stubble of his jaw & revel in the way it abrades. they find his mouth, caress the seams of his lips & when he bites them gently the soft whine he makes feels obscene. “ you’ve teased me all night.”  he mutters impatiently, brows furrowing. he wanted to look annoyed, to harden his flushed expression into reprimand; it wasn’t working. zed’s hand was flush to garen’s jaw & he leans into the touch, asking him permission of all things. hastily, he averts his eyes. frustration be damned, when he looked at him like that ? he wants to groan through his teeth & lose himself in this moment but garen is there to remind him; you’re more than this shitty bathroom stall in this shittily lit club. a hiss of laughter passes between his lips & he sinks his fingers into garen’s hair giving it a firm, encouraging tug. “ yeah, i want this. do you think I would have honestly taken you back here for conversation sake.” he thinks he sees a subtle curve to garen’s mouth, it’s attractive & reassuring & maybe all the things he needs right now. his words are meant to be piercing - punctuated by a silver tongue but when garen’s mouth closes around his cock; an all encompassing wet heat, arousal sears at his senses. he cannot think of anything but the too tall, too broad man crouched before him. zed’s fingers loosen in his hair, his other hand splayed out to brace himself on the stall wall. It was black, graffiti covered  & the focus of his half mast gaze as he muttered filthy encouragement under his breath.

zed deserves to be topped goodnight and farewell.

the order restricted influence & contact with the outside, indoctrinating their acolytes with an imperial fist of iron. as a youth his gaze had seized upon the vast tenebrosity, distant, coruscating lights winking back at him. the divine heralds berated them, ushering their puerile curiosities into better suited studies; nothing out there could ever hold light to their empyrean deities. yet zed looked on in spite of them; stolen glances between stringent instruction & authorized leisure activities. now that he was free, liberated from the sanctified temple, the immensity of the universe & its dark unknown swelled at the tips of his fingers. he was an innate part of it; those same breathtaking stars glow searing white through his veins. zed had defected from their exalted gods, forsaken the vessel of vacuity he was intended to become at the threshold of the gilded portal. as he stares out of the imposing stretches of glass space stares back at him & the sheer enormity of it prickles under his skin. if he reached out, he could touch it, his fingers inch forward but he doesn’t permit them to graze its transparent surface. “ I could go anywhere.” the legion of assistants have endured hell & back thus far & even as their patience no doubt wanes they seem steadfast in their compliance to kayn’s instructions. the show would go on, even as lacerated corpses were hauled from the sanguinary pits & faceless entities effervesced into nihility. replacements came, their queries buoyant & feigned televised facades honed to a deceiving precision. either out of pity or a strange & troubling satisfaction he gives them his undivided attention. he is so unlike the eldritch & erroneous thing patrolling his cell that it’s perturbing. the angular set of his jaw doesn’t clench in vexation & his black, blown wide pupils had withered to subtle flecks of darkness against carmine irises. long strands of white frame his ruminative expression, tamed perhaps by a rather diligent stylist. he is still austere & thus hardly gratifying for their ever esurient audience. they would have preferred the ferity that hewed his mouth & the bloodied tatters of his chin as it mutated into a ravening, gaping maw.  “ I’ve travelled space only through portals, so I am unfamiliar with the context.”  he casts his gaze down to his hand, long, gracile fingers that once ended in minatory talons.  “ my instructors advised me that I was a fast learner.”  he felt space beckon him, the controls no doubt took years of assiduous training to master but he speaks with an unfaltering confidence.  “ so I assure you I could pilot a vessel to the emperor’s standards.” 

Did everyone get a good night's sleep? I sure didn't — uh, did. I did! How could anyone not sleep well with the amenities aboard this ship? I visited the bottomless pool for some exercise right before bed and I was out like a light! Haha ... But more importantly, we're all on the edge of our seats as we enter the final few rounds. After an upset like last round, who knows what's in store for our competitors?

The competition is thinning out, but we're in for some more excitement. It's the final stretch! Say hello to our contestants! :

@heartate @spellforce @desiren @diveyne @fcrgiven @danceblades @deathsmark @bikmui

Emperor Kayn's ninth question for the competition is as follows:

❝ Rate your spaceship piloting skills out of ten, and explain your answer.❞

Remember: To answer the question, reblog this post with an in character reply. To add separate commentary, use the tag #evil emperor bachelor on a separate post. You'll have about 14 hours (until 8PM PST) to submit your answer before the contestants' scores will be announced!