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hey, long time no talk, i know. but i just wanted to hop on here to inform ya’ll that i’m gonna be moving my threads and stuff onto discord just because i’m tired of tumblr & it’s bs at the moment & am in desperate need of change so if you’re interested in writing or continuing to write with me, give this a like & i’ll come to you with my discord info !!
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⧾ ⊹ * ﹆ HIS EVENING HAD BEEN GOING WONDERFULLY — sure, life in hell wasn't always the greatest thing in the world, but when you were able to sit in on some various methods ( & extremely violent ones at that ) of interrogating rogue demons, your day got a bit better. even more so when you were allowed to PARTCIPATE, which is exactly what nicholas was granted permission to do & honestly ? he was finding it overly entertaining, feeling the other demon ready to crack and spill their truths when he starts to feel a slight pull of something — tugging his body towards a direction unknown until POOF, he was no longer in one of the dungeons, no longer surrounded by screams, the sounds of chains rattling against metal cages & all other things dark & evil. "who the FUCK decided to summon me right now ?? of all fucking times ??" his voice booms through his summoners apartment, eyes scanning the room until he finally lays eyes on the person in question. though the second he does, his RAGE turns into pure confusion, brows knitting together as he shoots a judgemental look towards her. "do you even know what the fuck you just did ?" there's a dark chuckle that falls from nicholas' lips as he takes a few strides, towering over her frame with a smirk. "why did you summon me ? it better be good because you're making me miss out on a rather FUN night of work elsewhere." ( @keycut )
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⧾ ⊹ * ﹆ HIS ENTIRE BODY IS SHAKING — the storm that's been raging on for hours was not something that hayden found overly pleasant. he's actually terrified of them, but no one else would know that if he could help it. sadly, though the student had to get out in it, forgetting an important book he needed in order to finish up a paper that was due within the next few days ... and to make matters WORSE, the rain had started to pour at an alarming rate — the umbrella in hayden's hand doing little to no good. he's on his way back to his dorm room when he happens to spot a figure, one of which that happened to be JOGGING ... in this kind of weather ?! there's a small shake of hayden's head at the mere thought, but to each their own, he supposed. it wasn't until the other gets closer to him that he realizes just who it is, heart skipping a beat beneath his ribcage. "zheng!" the male calls out, waving the other towards his direction, towards the warmth ( & dryness ) of his dorm that sits only a few steps away. "why on earth are you jogging out in this ??" hayden asks, brows knitting together in genuine concern as his eyes slowly start to wander over the other's frame, seeing how zheng's shirt & pants were CLINGING to him — hayden couldn't help but to admire, though there is a blush that creeps along the surface of his cheeks. "you can um ... come in if you'd like ? just until the rain slows down ?" ( @lctata )
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BAEKHYUN WAS CONSTANTLY reminded of the terror that happened in his life, there’s not a day that goes by that he doesn’t think of his teammates. the dull ache all over his body reminds him that he was lucky — that there was a second chance for him. he’s reminded of a dark past whenever he sees someone sip some alcohol, a time where he would have indulged as well, but he wasn’t that same person anymore. but, somehow he found haeil — or haeil found him and truly made this all the easier. he didn’t feel like he was such a bad guy after all. misguided, maybe, but not the bad guy. it was hard for him to accept gifts, let alone an extravagant vacation that his boyfriend had planned for him. nothing could prepare him for the sight that he saw when they stepped through the door. it was decorated to the nines, his eyes filling up with tears immediately as his hand grasps the others tightly. “ w-what is all of this? ” he asks, clearly shaken up by everything going on. eyes wide as they take in the sight of the room, how was this possible? “ d-did you do all of this? ” baek’s scared to let go and look closer at everything — what if it wasn’t real, what if this was just some sick dream that wasn’t going to come true. haeil’s words make him lean down and envelop him in a hug, kissing the top of his head as he sways the boy back and forth. “ I can’t believe you, ” he sniffles after speaking. “ I can’t believe you’re the most amazing boyfriend in the world, this is all so much. I can’t even — I can’t even express how much this means to me.”
⧾ ⊹ * ﹆ THERE'S SO MUCH OF HAEIL that wishes that baekhyun never had to go through ANY of the things that he had to ... however, he knows that life doesn't work like that even though he wishes it did — and much as haeil's heart ACHES for his lover, there's a part of him that knows that had those things not happened, they probably would have never met in the first place & the slight selfishness in him doesn't want to give baekhyun up, doesn't want to even think about the possiblity of never meeting the LOVE of his life. he knows that the other carries guilt for his past, knows that no matter what, there's always going to be things that remind baek of the things that happened but haeil wouldn't stop until he did everything in his power to replace those memories with better, happier ones. the vacation was one of the many things that he'd tried to give baek in hopes of making the other happy, showing him that he DESERVES all of this, deserves a happy life. "just a little something." haeil replies with a tiny shrug of his shoulders, grin starting to pull on the edges of his lips as he speaks. "i did, yes. you deserve it, babe. this and so much more — but i can't quite reach the moon to give it to you. that kind of technology doesn't exist yet." the silver-haired male giggles, taking a few steps forward into the villa as he gently pulls baekhyun along with him. however he can't get very far before the other's arms are wrapped around him, causing haeil to lace his fingers into baek's hair with a sigh. "babe." he starts, his own eyes starting to well up with tears as he tilts his head up to look at baekhyun, using his free hand to cup the other's cheek. "i did this for you, because YOU deserve this. because you deserve to just be happy, to know that you can be ... i want to give you a happy life because it's what you've given me since the day i met you." he explains, standing on his tip-toes to place a kiss to the other's lips.
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EVA IS LESS THAN IMPRESSED to say the least if she wanted to be around a group of men who thought they were tough shit, she’d go back to her job for the night and at least make some money from it. the stranger standing in front of her was less than impressive, with his whole script at how he was so much different than his friends, all it did was make her roll her eyes. “ bullshit. ” she scoffed as her arms wrap over her exposed chest, shaking her head a bit. “ you are who you associate yourself with, and since that seems to be the crowd that you hang around, it speaks volumes.” her voice is snippy, and once he reaches his hand out for her, she can’t help but do a once over. he fit the aesthetic of his friends, but was he really like them? she wasn’t sure. was she about to find out, maybe. “ eva. ” the raven-haired girl mumbles as she reaches her hand out to grab his, giving it a firm handshake before quickly returning to her previous stance. “ maybe they should learn to apologize instead of having someone cover their asses all the time. ” eva quips before flicking her hair off her shoulder, maybe she was being a bit harsh to this stranger who did just save her, but she didn’t care.
⧾ ⊹ * ﹆ THERE'S A PART OF HIM that wishes that he'd never met his group of friends — wished they hadn't walked into the tattoo parlor a few years ago because maybe then, he wouldn't have to be cleaning up after them time & time again. maybe then, he wouldn't be TRAPPED in the stuff he is with them. "i don't have a choice anymore. if i did, i wouldn't 'associate' with them at all." xavier explains, leaving everything pretty vague because it's NOT something he can freely talk about with anyone — let alone a stranger he'd just met. "you don't know me, nor do you know who i am as a person. my friends might be dickheads, but it doesn't mean i am." his words are stern, but not harsh. he's heard that speach before, from many different people, he's USED to it, but being compared to them always seems to make his skin crawl. "you're not wrong. they should just stop being assholes, but some people don't seem to give a shit about the way they act or the consequences that come from it." he says with a small sigh, nodding his head in agreement. "nor do some people learn, so it seems." xavier continues, raising his brow in the general direction of where his group of friends went with a roll of his eyes. "i couldn't tell you the amount of times i've gotten into fights with their dumbasses over stuff like this."
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ARDEN HAD BEEN waiting for a text indicating what their plans were for that evening , expecting something along the lines of staying at home & watching movies . or club outing beginning & ending with designer drugs . it wasn’t that she was necessarily surprised when he mentioned other plans , but more so the lack of time she had to prepare . superficial maybe , but even vague instructions on how to dress gave her more than enough to look the part . – black dress barely slipped over her shoulders as she hears the doorbell , scrambling to find the rest of her belongings before turning the doorknob . ‘ hi , ’ a smile graces her features almost immediately , painted digits playing with the fabric of her tailored gown . she’s about to speak again before her attention falls to the flowers placed before her . she’s told him before , a passing phrase maybe , but she had mentioned her favorite flowers the first time jun got them for her . a detail arden thought he would seemingly forget – knowing it had been been quite the opposite forces an unfaltering warmth within her chest . ’ either you remembered , or you got really lucky on the way here . ’ smile only widens as she speaks , taking the bouquet within her grasp only a moment later . a part of her wants to ask what exactly he had planned for the evening since this kind of outing wasn’t really common for the two of them . yes , they had their moments , but tonight just felt different . however rather than dwelling on it , she steps through the doorframe , free palm now pressed against his shoulder as she pushes herself up on her toes , slightly , reaching his height to place a soft kiss on his cheek . ’ i’m guessing lucky , ’ it’s barely a whisper as she drops back to her height ( plus whatever her heels added to that number ) , ‘ also … you look decent . ’ a very obvious understatement , especially considering she could find something much more fitting to describe exactly what she thought , but rather chose to bring up the wording from his texts , ' very decent . ’
⧾ ⊹ * ﹆ USUALLY, HE PREFERRED TO STAY IN whenever possible, avoiding people at all costs because he just didn't want to have to deal with them either recognizing him or just their general stupidity ... and he knows he could have done this in a less PUBLIC setting, knows he could have just asked in the comfort of his own living room. but he wants people to know, wants it to be a public thing just so that everyone knew that she was OFF the market. which is why he'd planned it like he had, making sure every detail was perfect. "miss me ?" he asks with a smirk, brow raising up at her in a playful manner as his eyes scan over the dress she'd picked out for the evening. he's honestly lost in some kind of trance, only brought back to reality by her comment about the flowers — a chuckle falling from his lips as he rolls his eyes lightly. "ever think about the possibility that it's both ?" jungwoo teases, dimpled smile starting to pull on his features as he takes a small step towards her, arm almost instantly wrapping around her frame as she starts to reach upwards towards his cheek. "i'm wounded, arden. you're talking to someone who's got excellet memory. i just pretend to be a dumbass so people underestimate me." he grins, wiggling his brows at her before placing a finger under her chin to keep it there in order to press a kiss to her lips. "i know i do." the dark-haired male teases, the grin never leaving his features as he speaks, refusing to let the slight grip on her side go as he does. "you look better than decent, though." his words are softer than usual, head nodding in the direction of the flowers that are currently in her grasp. "how about we find something to put those in and then head towards the resturant. i'm absolutely starving." there's a fake pout that starts to form on jun's features as he speaks, hunching over so that he's eye level with her. "i hope you have a vase, because if not, those are screwed."
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IT’S ALWAYS BEEN her favorite holiday of sorts , the one time of year where they could be truly uninhibited & almost uncaring of what state they appeared in in public . more so , it gave her the opportunity to partake in acts that may not be so forgiving during other times of the year . cliche , yes , but considering for the better part of six - hundred years she’s forced a part of herself to be kept hidden, she would take any opportunity handed to her to do otherwise . — painted digits play with the worn pages of the book within her grasp , composure unfaltering as she hears the other speak ; consider it a practiced art of ignoring . one she’s managed to master over their prolonged period of partnership . & rather than offering verbal confirmation , she grants a soft hum before turning to the page – still not looking up . vi’s joked with him for the last couple of days that maybe some change would be good , that maybe their ’ costumes ’ should be just that … a costume . & before she even has the moment to think of her next non - response , a soft grip is pulling her attention upwards . ‘ i like to keep you guessing , love . ’ a smile graces her lips , yet only after the forced pout falls from her features . it takes her a moment to eye the entirety of his outfit , an evident laugh bubbling within her chest , only exacerbated by the playful question . her arm rises from her side , gripping onto the cuffs before her & pulling them down just enough to keep them out of her line of sight . ’ they wouldn’t last five seconds . ’ her grip loosens then , letting go of the handcuffs only a second later . ' i’m not saying … you look terrible . but – you look better as something else . also the police officer thing is very overdone ; i never pictured you as someone so unoriginal . ‘
⧾ ⊹ * ﹆ HALLOWEEN WAS HIS ABSOLUTE FAVORITE holiday & fall was kimoon's favorite season in general — meaning that the fact both of them happened at the same exact time made the male extremely happy. it wasn't always like that for him, his parents banning halloween in his household because they didn't care for the holiday. but after he'd gotten old enough to move out, he was able to explore the holiday & find out just how FUN it was. and since then, kimoon had been able to spend most of the following holidays with vi. which is why he'd decided to switch it up slightly & surprise her with a costume that he hadn't worn before. it took him a while of looking back on photos & relying on his memory to figure out what he had worn & what he HADN'T. a police officer's uniform was not something he'd ever worn for multiple different reasons. mostly because he knew just how hypocritical it would be, partly because it was BORING in comparison to the one's he'd worn over the years. "how many decades is it going to take for you to realize that i'm used to you ignoring me ?" he teases with a grin, brow quirking upwards as he continues to advance in her direction. her comment about the cuffs wasn't FALSE, he knows it isn't. the cuffs weren't the cheap plastic ones that usually came with a police officers costume, no — he'd gone out and bought a more heavy duty pair but that didn't mean that she couldn't very easily break them in a matter of seconds. "they would if i TOLD you to make them last, we both know that." there's a smirk that starts to pull on the vampires lips as he speaks. "it was something i haven't ever done, love. besides, maybe i wanted to see what you thought about a man in uniform." the male continues, gently hooking his finger under her chin to tilt up to look at him so that he could press a kiss to her lips. "both of us are EXTREMELY original, don't act like that."
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⧾ ⊹ * ﹆ NOEUL'S NOSE IS STUCK in his phone, eyes scanning across the screen at a mile a minute as the other asks a question. the male is quick to shove his phone back into the pocket of his jeans, brow raising as he watches the paper being shook around. "oh, uh — i can't remember if i do or not ? i haven't made one in years." he chuckles, placing his palm out in hopes of obtaining a piece of paper. "you're talking about one of those things you make and then it has a bunch of questions that you play a game with, right ?" the model asks with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "worse comes to worse, we can always google it."
“ do you remember how to fold these things because this, ” solstice shook a piece of paper wildly around, getting her frustrations out with the movement. “ clearly isn’t the way to make a paper pyramid. “ boredom had truly gotten the better of her and making a paper fortune teller seemed to be the best out. or at least, the most entertaining thing she could think of at the time.
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#⧾ ⊹ * ﹆ seo noeul. ⌜interaction.⌟#⧾ ⊹ * ﹆ seo noeul. ⌜ft solstice.⌟#i am !! so sorry this took me so long !!!#i hope it's okay !!!!
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⧾ ⊹ * ﹆ THERE'S AN AURA THAT SURROUNDS THE OTHER — one that jiseo feels is no where near as 'innocent' as oliver would like it to ... meaning that the demon is well aware that the other standing beforehim is most CERTAINLY not just some mere human. but what was he ? that's what jiseo couldn't quite place his finger on. he's not NEW to the world of the unknown, but there were so many different types of demons, witches & so on that sometimes, he got confused, lost even. he should have known that oliver wouldn't be upfront with him, nor has he been up front with oliver about what HE himself was — so they were even there. but the little bit of a game that the other seems to want to play with jiseo's mind causes him to roll his eyes, leaning his frame back against the wooden chair with a chuckle. "not human, that's for damn sure." it comes out with ease, perfectly manicured brows raising in the air as he waits for oliver to challenge his words. "knew that from the moment i saw you, been around the block a little to long to believe in simple lies like 'i'm human' anymore." the red-haired demon continues, eyes locked on the others. "if i had to make a guess, i'd say you are what i am. though i can't be quite too sure. your aura is different than mine — darker, much darker. makes it a little difficult to place a finger on the exact answer." he chuckles, reaching for a few fries of his own. "care to tell me, oliver ? or will you play this stupid, childish game with me some more ?"
╰ 💀 ╮ open starter ; non-mutuals/mutuals friendly. m/f/nb. ‘you made it your mission to figure out what kind of creature oliver is. oliver, a self-proclaimed ‘human’, finds amusement in your keen interest (& makes a good use of ur wallet while he’s at it).’
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DROLL ASTONISHMENT PROVOKES THE MORN OF HIS ONCE EXPRESSIONLESS VISAGE, the task of finding the difference between whether such were an ominous accusation or a mere observation coming from the latter seemingly too arduous for the ever so nescient youth. lissome fingers chaperone the silver curtain of strands obscuring the flare of his enticing gaze which oliver soon shifts upon them , a dim frisson of ANTAGONISM thrumming within as always , whilst the formerly pushed back bangs slowly fall along his temples in unruly waves shortly after — what could’ve been deemed a subconscious act of picturesque ELEGANCE is overturned in less than a fragment of a s e c o n d , wherein the faux human helps himself to their plate , the voluptuous seam of his lips then curving round a mouthful of french fries he does not hesitate to pour into the roseate inferno of his throat. a nonchalantly GRAND flick of the said palm prompts them to TRULY enlighten him , for he is far more interested in the bearable melody of their voice rather than the reign of velvet silence victimized by his own raucous crunching ; ❝ MM. what am i ? ❞ ( A FRACTURED MONSTROSITY , NAUGHT BUT A SHADOW OF DEMOLISHED HUMANITY. )
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⧾ ⊹ * ﹆ IT WASN'T THE FIRST TIME HE'D WITNESSED THIS — though with each time he does, haeju feels his own sanity slipping into oliver's grasp even further, no grimace, no feeling of sickness pooling in his stomach. sure, he felt BAD, but he has no idea if those people who are lying lifeless on the ground were good or HORRIBLE people, knows nothing about them to even begin to want to ask questions. "ollie..." the word tumbles from the pink-haired males lips in a slightly shaky fashion, eyes wandering all over the scene that's displayed before him. it still wasn't EASY, but it was getting easier to see, he no longer felt guilt for not being there to question oliver — to perhaps talk the other into rethinking. though he's pretty certain that wouldn't do ANY good whatsoever. "there's a fine line that hangs between them both, if you ask me." haeju starts, taking a few steps closer to oliver, eyes finally landing on the other instead of being glued to the ground. "no one is completely GOOD — nor is anyone completely EVIL, or at least so i think." there's a shrug that falls from haeju's shoulders as he speaks, fingers reaching out to smooth out the material of oliver's shirt. "given the current circumstances, i think that's a pretty loaded question ... one i'm not sure if you actually care to have answered or not."
╰ 💀 ╮ open starter / tw: gore, murder.
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AN ENTANGLEMENT OF LIMBS so ruptured , it must’ve taken quite a LINGERING shard of time to recognize such as torn corpses littered in a liquid carpeting of their spilled blood , garnishes the ground. oliver feels no remorse , his crestfallen gaze merely a deceitful facade of his heavenly features — after all , he should at least ATTEMPT to provide the tense air of respect regarding the humans’ ghastly ends. right ? it … doesn’t last for far too long , honestly. oliver just doesn’t GET IT ; this whole ‘ mourning ’ or ‘ having regrets ’ business. ❝ hey, ❞ the molten vermillion dripping from the faux human’s own shredded lower lip spoils the gilded skin of his chin , far heavier carmine drops soon racing along his jaw due to the widening curvature of his chapped mouth. a somehow cordial , boyish grin then clashes against his morbid QUESTION — baritone rather mellifluous , albeit the chiaroscuro of his visage exposes oliver’s sadistic hedonism as he grapples for the other’s attention. ❝ how can y o u tell the difference between good and evil ? ❞ he sounds like he truly wants to know the answer , though seems as if he’s asking for the sheer FUN of it. ❝ what is right ? what is wrong ? ❞
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⧾ ⊹ * ﹆ FIVE SENSES AESTHETIC.
BOLD what applies to your muse.
SIGHT.
small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of�� new york city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colors.
HEARING.
crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and a / c units. a phone call to mom / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise canceling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.
TOUCH.
being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favorite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggies. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.
TASTE.
coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.
SMELL.
morning glories and honeysuckles. freshly cut grass. hot chocolate in the middle of winter. nail polish. acetone. hospital rooms. smoke ( or incense ). hair spray. your favorite shampoo / conditioner. the scent of home. perfume. cologne. mint. something burning. wet dogs. copper. metal. unemptied ash trays. something familiar yet different.
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⧾ ⊹ * ﹆ OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.
BOLD what applies to your muse.
APHRODITE.
laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.
APOLLO.
glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paintbrushes. probably has a tinder account.
ARES.
armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.
ARTEMIS.
keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin (?). the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.
ATHENA.
discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutral and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.
DEMETER.
soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.
DIONYSUS.
drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theater masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.
HEPHAESTUS.
the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.
HERA.
resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.
HERMES.
devil - may - care smile. always up to date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on aprilfool’s. hoodies and sneakers.
POSEIDON.
storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.
HADES.
walking home alone in the early morning. back alleys. drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism. crows picking a carcass. untended dead flowers. the black sheep of the family. black coffee. money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties. blood on your shirt collar. dust illuminated by sunlight. classical music. dogs are better than people. a quiet wrath. shady business deals. taking what you are owed. paint it black. seasonal affective disorder. popping the suit collar. grey rain on a cityscape.
ZEUS.
thunder in their heart soul. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lennyface. nightmare filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high - rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.
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