#》muse:bacchus

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@hljxrdan from here

"I'm technically on mission... more or less." Bacchus answered with a soft smile on his delicate face and tucked a lock of his long, now golden and lilac hair behind one ear, his appearance way more human than what he'd have at Oa, no golden marks all over his body or galaxy pattern going from the tips of his fingers to his elbows, same for the ones on his feet, the only thing that remained the same was his eyes, ome green and one blue. "You should get acquainted to Earthlings' culture and behaviors, that's what the council said." He shrugged.

Since he wasn't allowed to float around, it was easier to see how short he was, the top of his head could hardly hit Hal's collar bones line, and without armor of any kind, Bacchus was mostly flesh and bones, defined, but not enough to look manly.

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything. You looked quite uncomfortable with that lady all over you." He nodded at her direction, discretely. "You were making a face that exclaimed S.O.S, so I stepped in — looking like a girl can be useful at times."

#hljxrdan #》muse:bacchus

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Open starter

The blond shouldn't react like this, but he'd been struggling for a while with his own needs and verging on going crazy because of such. The sense of responsibility was all that kept him going and helped his mind avoid what his body asked for, however, there was just so much such reasonable thinking could keep at bay and he'd been holding back for way too long.

So, it was no surprise to him that his body answered to those hands touching his sides when he laid down to have a pause from doing crunches, the warmth and light sensation left from his waistline to his hip had his muscles following the motions, his lower half lifted some from the ground with the fingers and he chuckled darkly under his breath.

"If you're going to play with fire, might as well just fall on it with your mouth." The blond teased as he ran fingers up his hair and pulled the golden locks backwards, still having his eyes closed.

#》open starter #//it's smut-y but that's the mood my muses are in #》muse:felipe #》muse:dionisus #》muse:emilio #》muse:bacchus #//it's open for all my boys! #//come and have a taste of them!

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♣ One thing they’ve never told 
☄ If there was a safe-word, what would it be? ☁ One night stands; yay or nay? [for Bacchus?]

So... Bacchus is a virgin, he has never been kissed or touched, but he also doesn't actively look for any of it, even though he's a hopeless romantic in his heart. He wants to be loved, but he's been told so many times that he's tainted and unworthy that he gave up on any and all chances. So he's never even tried to confess his feelings.

Because Bacchus is a virgin and never has had any intimate experience before, he doesn't really have a safe-word, but I suppose he'd choose something completely random, from colors to flowers.

And naaaaaay. Bacchus would rather take his time and warm up with someone who'll love him for himself and stay with him for the long run rather than a single night fling. He needs a deep bond to feel comfortable with giving his body to another person.

#》headcanons:bacchus #》muse:bacchus

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Attributes

"The apples don't fall far from the tree, ei!"

"... We want a re-count..."

"I'm a virgin. How?"

#》dash games #》muse:emilio #》muse:dionisus #》muse:bacchus #》muse:felipe

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❤️ for my favorite icon of my muse - or anyone you feel the most muse for!

@stvtistics || meme

Dio

Felipe

Lio

Bacchus

#》muse:dionisus #》muse:felipe #》muse:emilio #》muse:bacchus

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"P-Poú eímai?" Where am I? The blond asks himself, thinking out loud in a whisper, when his green and blue eyes open from a two thousand years slumber in a moonstone crystal coffin, and tries to remember his last moments of consciousness before it.

He was supposed to be dead. His eyes had been gauged out, his feet chained and he sunk with a ship to the bottom of the ocean, but this place doesn't look like anything nearly close to human creation. It's... different. Strange. And cold. So very cold, he can't put his finger if it's the silence of the space around him or the temperature, but this is certainly not a place he foresaw in his visions through the centuries of sleep.

@thekavseklabs

#》muse:bacchus #thekavseklabs #//i'm so sorry it took me this long to write this #//i hope it's good and you can forgive me for my lateness

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#》ooc #》my art #》muse:dionisus #》muse:bacchus

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I made some models of my muses with picrew, because I have nothing better to do and my brain is kind of sluggishy.

Traditional Bacchus & Green Lantern!verse Bacchus:

Now for the Fantasy!AU!

Wandering Mercenary (assassination speciality)/Noble Dionisus:

Dancer/Royal Tailor Emilio:

King/Knight (or Paladin) Felipe:

#》muse:dionisus #》muse:bacchus #》muse:felipe #》muse:emilio #》verse:fantasy

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@greenglory from here

Guy had been gone for two whole weeks, space stuff always took him some time to come back and for this reason Bacchus made himself home by trying on clothes he wouldn't in normal conditions, he always prioritized the owner of the apartment. Thus, his choice of wearing the sweater and stockings.

His flirt had some naivety in it, a sort of comment on his speechlessness when walking in and seeing him in that attire, the blond didn't expect the bigger man to actually take action.

Bacchus heard for all his life that he was undesirable and it played a part on his point of view over his own image, so to feel his roommate approach him and touch his body like that, with those words, had his heart racing, cheeks quickly took on shades of pink and he pressed his legs together a bit, trembling.

"I... I-I... I never did this..." Bacchus warned and bit on his own lower lip when the hand moved up. "A-And I... am a man... Are y-you sure...?"

#greenglory #》muse:bacchus

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@greenglory || from here

It was late at night that Guy came back to their shared flat and it scared Bacchus to his core, he thought it was those people who kept him trapped in a glass room for months until the facility exploded. Yes, they taught him a lot, but they also treated him as less than a human, like an experiment to be observed. He didn't like that, so it was no surprise that he got to the front door with a butcher's knife held on one hand behind his back while the other turned the doorknob to open it.

The cutting tool was thrown to the side the same moment he saw Guy all hurt, his arms opened and the small body was quick to try to give the heavier man some support, which came in the form of passing one of his arms over his own small shoulders and taking him to the couch.

His green and blue eyes flashed a sharp gaze up when he heard the question about his skills and a cute pout formed on his lips. "Just try to stay still. I will get the kit."

Few moments later he was back and already on it, cleaning the wounds with careful tapping of gauzes, spraying disinfectants over the areas and, when necessary, stitching the skin back together with delicate but firm and precise hands, didn't even look like he minded the blood on his figertips. The whole process shouldn't hurt too, as Bacchus inately used his healing ability to numb the areas where he had to stitch the skin and some of the others weren't as badly damaged.

"There you go." He smiled after bandaging Guy's shoulder. "All patched up. No more boo boos." And as to joke about it, the blond leaned in and pressed a small kiss over the cut on his flatmate's cheek. "For now you will need to hold on the shower, but by morning you can take it no problems. I... will clean all of this and get back to sleep."

#greenglory #》muse:bacchus

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He pretty. I rest my case.

#》ooc #》muse:bacchus #》faceclaim:bacchus

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@theprinceof-gothamcity wants a hot night

It was a hot Summer night. A bit out of place for Gotham as Bacchus had seen mostly only mild weather all days around, but it was good for daily activities, the extra hour or two of light let him have fun going around the garden for some time more to take care of the plants and it was the first time he saw the pool in all the months he'd been there — the blond preferred to stay indoors for most of the time, so chances were that nit feeling the weather also had to do with the manor's heater and ACs.

After talking to Alfred and knowing that it was alright to use the pool, Bacchus felt a little more confident to go there if so he felt like. And so, he did it late at night after tossing and turning on his bed for hours and not being able to sleep at all.

It wasn't only the weather, it was his own body going through one of those waves of heat he never understood. They came out of nowhere and went away the same way, made it impossible to sleep or concentrate, but he could always counter such phenomenom with visits to a nearby stream or lake, sometimes to the sea when he travelled with his masters, the most common place though was the public bath late at night when no one could see him there.

Alfred instructed him well when they talked, Bacchus brought towels with himself to the side of the pool to dry up after he left and, just for good measure a pair of sandals so he didn't make a mess on his way back inside the manor.

The idea alone to take a dip in the cool water made him so happy his marks started to glow and the blond didn't even care for it. He just took off the outer layers of his dress and jumped in.

The water was so welcoming, it felt like home to Bacchus. The only place he ever knew that granted peace, be it in his living days, or when the ship vessel he was in sank, it embraced him and calmed his mind with an immense sense of peace. This made him happy. So happy.

Like that, the blond swam around for some time until he tired of that and decided to just float in the water, happily singing with his eyes closed, under the moonlight and stars, all shining as bright as his marks. He was in his own little world in that moment and nothing could take away all of that from him.

#theprinceof gothamcity #theprinceofgothamcity #》muse:bacchus

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@greenglory || from here

The world as Bacchus knew was long gone and he accepted it after some time trapped in the weird place with people who wore white jackets and observed each and every little thing he did. He felt trapped for the biggest part of the time there, but it was useful to him, they taught him a good lot of what he knew now, including language and some of their social habits, also introduced him to new technologies and how things worked, the most generous of the people who cared for him even taught the blond how modern kitchens worked and it was his favorite part of the day beside getting lost in reading books and magazines, everything they brought him was content the blond absorbed like a sponge. All new, different, but exciting and he loved it all.

It was a shame when the place was attacked and exploded, but he survived it all, just like his own death was denied for over two thousand years, so now the blond was trying to adapt back into this new world. He got a job in a small bookshop and the owner let him pick one book to read per week as long as he brought it back in perfect conditions, and after a few weeks of couch surfing, there was mention of the resident of the flat over the shop looking for someone to share the place with - long shot, yes, but it was worth a try, he was making enough to get to the end of the month after all.

Truth was, Guy scared Bacchus at first. He was a brick wall in the poor little guy's opinion, but in his eyes Bacchus saw kindness and this gave him the push to try sharing the place. They both needed some help, so it wasn't that big a deal as long as they didn't poke their noses in one another's business.

The arrangement worked fine and they didn't have much problem around. Bacchus kept the place in order, maybe too pristine for a man, but he never had anything of his own and this was the first time he had a taste of freedom, so he wasn't letting it go, cleaning the place was the bare minimum he could do, and he also cooked for both of them when Guy was around - a small way to show his gratitude for how the big man didn't discriminate him for wearing dresses or being a little awkward and shy.

"Someone slept more than his bed." He joked, looking over his shoulder, and smiled brightly while putting on mittens. "It is shepherd's pie. My last trip to the street fair was a total success and I got some good deals." He opened the oven and brought the pie out, which only made the smell all over the kitchen stronger. "You can have some of it if you help me prepare the table."

#greenglory #》muse:bacchus

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how do you best like to be loved?

touch me with tender truth

You crave being known and held. You just want the warmth and pressure of another body against your own. sometimes, late at night when you're alone in your bed, your skin aches with the lack of touch. you've tried touching yourself, and it isn't the same. one time someone gripped your shoulder and squeezed it in passing, and you thought about it for weeks after - the ghost pressure of their hand lingering. don't you deserve it? Consistent physical love and caring? I think so, i think you do. But i also have to ask - do you fear it even as you want? After all, if you get it then it might also be taken away. I hope that if you fear it, you push through past that fear. that you ask for the touch you desire and deserve. I hope that you get touched with love and kindness, wrapped up in warm arms and rocked from side to side until the tension and pain falls away layer by layer and only you are left.

write me your words of wonder

you want to be thought of with intent, for someone to sit down and want to share their thoughts with you specifically. and their thoughts about you, even more. for someone to Know you, or at least desire the knowledge. for them to write it out in a way that you can read as quickly or slowly as you desire. that you can reread again and again, or lock in a box and never read after that first quick consumption. you crave that tangibility. and the small moments that lead up to the letter being in your hand. to be told, 'it's in the mail' and then to have the simple joy of checking the mailbox to see if it has come today. to hold the envelope and feel the love within. there is a purpose of intent within physically written words, and it patches the parts of you that feel like you aren't worth thinking about. my darling, know that you are. you are worth intentional thought and cursive letters and an envelope sealed with a kiss.

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#》dash games #》muse:dionisus #》headcanons:dionisus #》muse:bacchus #》headcanons:bacchus

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"Come here... I am not going to hurt you, there is no reason to be afraid. I have something for you Bacchus..." (notyouraverageacrobt2)

"Eh? Who are you? I'm not going anywhere near a stranger."

-> @notyouraverageacrobt2

#notyouraverageacrobt2 #》muse:bacchus

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What body part are you?

Lungs

Breathe in. The ability to breathe is almost completely reflexive, and like most things, it comes to you naturally, with little effort or meaning. Many of the diseases that affect the lungs are hereditary, is there some unknown family trauma there? Something someone wasn’t telling you? If we only inhale, we die. If we only exhale, we die. We need both. You have mastered that tactful dance, at least, until something unexpected comes knocking. Something that steals your breath away, that pries your oh so precious air from your lungs and leaves you cold, winded and alone. A collapsed lung cannot kill you, but it aches more than broken bone, it’s sticky and bloody and cloying. You can recover though. You always have. Breathe out.

Heart

A heart in a cynical sense feels nothing, it simply carries through all the blood, all the oxygen, all the components the other parts that do feel need. An ugly organ, misshapen and strange when held in the palm of your hand. Yet, it is the centre of your being. It is the core. Even when you try to act unaffected, it is your heart that gives you away, skipping a beat, fluttering in excitement, halting dead in terror. You have so much of it to give, you just haven’t learned to discern who is and isn’t worthy of it yet. Hold onto it. Do not whittle it down, carve names into the flesh that you cannot erase. Remain patient, remain astute, and remain loving.

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#》dash games #》muse:dionisus #》muse:bacchus