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[mpx-susanoo]

'what was that? i couldn't hear you over all the drowning.'

"I said MOVE!" Susanoo articulated his demand again, the resonance in his voice went deeper, but it remained relatively far from real anger. The way his hands rested on his hips and his dark orbs stared at the demigod, who seemed to have the time of his life chilling in the seawater not far from the shore, indicated a mild annoyance and a pinch of concern.

"Stop messing up the water temperature! Some fish are getting overheated down there!!" He belted out, making sure all his words reached the demigod in the distance. "And do not drown! My sea doesn't need a fucking human-size heater!!"

[mpxnoel]

“People keep posting ‘what’s REALLY in your food’ articles like I’m gonna stop eating whatever it’s about. Listen, death is coming. Death is coming. Pass me a hot dog.”

Noel stared off into space as he was chewing, nodding along to his 'cousin' with a mouthful of food, much like an oversized hamster. Death indeed was coming to any and all, it made no difference what anyone ate. If it's your turn it's your turn, right? Right. "I know right. I rather go with a full stomach than thinking about what I couldn't eat." He mumbled, reaching for yet another hot dog for his bud as well as leaving all the toppings, sauces and things he could possibly put on it. "Go wild my guy, I got you."

He gave a smile through food filled cheeks, getting another one for himself and making a mental note to pack a few for Kaya on his way back home. Maybe 4 would satisfy the endless pit in her stomach, at least for a little while. "These are so good by the way, your food suggestions are the best."

[mpxsekhmet]

❛ maybe i failed this time, but i’m not giving up. ❜

“Yup, sorry to say you did,” Sekhmet half-yawned her answer, a hand barely holding her head up as she sat in the city council office, handing over the form that had the demigod’s name on it exactly the way he spelled it out. She couldn’t even be bothered to read whatever request it was he submitted that didn’t pass vetting; was it the one asking permission to light fireworks at the city park? Or was it the one to hang questionable banners in front of the city hall?

Whatever it was, she couldn’t give a shit. If it were her, she’d have chopped her seal of approval on them in a heartbeat, but alas. She might have an idea who vetted these forms and it wasn’t her. “Sorry about that, though,” she suddenly added with a tint of sympathy in her note. “Good luck to you next time.”

[mpxdavina]

“It’s not rude to interrupt someone to point out a dog. It’s actually more polite because then they don’t miss out on the dog.”

Davina had been answering a question for the man at the counter when the sight of a sweet puppy in the distance grabbed her attention. She had been quick to say something, but when she remember where she was, she turned bright red, embarrassed at her moment of distraction. She knew it was quite unprofessional, and she worried her patient would be upset with her.

When he seemed unfazed, she sighed in relief, and the tension left her body, relaxing her shoulders and bringing back her grin. "You have that right! Animals sure make the world a better place!" She exclaims, rather up beat as she placed his items in the back. Reaching to her side, she pulled out one of her tea packets, adding it for free before offering the bag to him.

"Even if it is a pleasure, I still apologize for getting distracted. I added in a free tea bag for good measure. Whenever you feel like you are getting sick, please drink it. It will stop any cold or flu!"

[hunterxmp]

10/10 (Ken) - AreumxHunter

“I’m a ten so I’m pullin’ a Ken.” - Nicki Minaj

A fun gala starter for the wild and weird @areumxmp

⚜

    That’s a good lookin’ man! Hunter can admit that much about the friends he has in his life. Areum wasn’t someone he knew extremely well but he knew of him from the passive crush that his friend Invidia had on the guy’s muscles. Sure, he had seen the guy himself now and then but not really to garner a serious look at him.

    In the crowd of gala goers, Areum stands. Dressed up for the event as well the outfit is a testament to the strength of the materials used to keep all that well built form encased. Well, that certainly makes sense that Invidia finds his muscles attractive, Hunter muses to himself. He knew his best friend well enough to know that this was exactly what he liked when it came for big and brawny types; the kind that he liked to admire from a distance but would never go for seriously. Hunter chews the inside of his cheek for a moment and then ventures to go say hello.

   “Areum,” he says as he reaches out and gives the other man’s shoulder a tap. “You clean up somethin’ nice!”

[mpxbes]

playing (festival) games

continued from here w/@areumxmp

Most people would consider themselves indescribably lucky not only to date their best friend but to be perceived by that significant other as able to do no wrong. Here he was with both yet he still acted petulant.

-and even his petulance did not so much as have that aforementioned best friend batting an eye.

Between Bes's catty attitude and the fan Areum produces, the librarian looks beyond spoiled, tail lashing and gaze turned away from his adoring man-servant. Truthfully, if he is any type of spoiled it is that very "man-servant's" fault. The only thing worse than having an adoring boyfriend that carried hand fans around for you and gave you cute little names even when you were being standoffish? An adoring boyfriend that was also ridiculously patient and willing to ignore any amount of bad vibes you tried to fill the air with. The worst part of all? Having an adoring boyfriend with very kissable lips that now tasted like strawberry.

Instead of letting that sweet little gesture turn into a real kiss Bes leans away, eyes following a drip from the other man's cone as it lands on his chest. The first thought that comes is how lickable the little bit of sweetness is- which immediately has him frowning when he might ordinarily be doing just that. Anyone would take that same opportunity, especially that stupid ice cream booth employee; and Areum wouldn't have done anything to make them think they couldn't, either.

"You're messy."

Shoving his napkin into the front of the other demigod's tank top he turns in the same motion, taking the few steps to the trashcan and tossing his now liquid cone, crossing his arms as he waited for his boyfriend to come with him.

The day was nice even if a bit hot and he couldn't deny it was nostalgic and sentimental to be at the festival they had such fond childhood memories from... and maybe that was why he was so touchy over his bestfriend spending all that extra time chatting away. It had been a year since they had been reunited and... maybe he was waiting for things to come crashing down. Secretly he had been thinking more and more about the honest fact that he was all the ex-con had here. It had him in his head and he couldn't help but wonder if their relationship was built on familiarity instead of love.

For Bes? Areum was everything. He was hopelessly, completely, irrevocably, infatuated- even if it didn't always seem like it. The librarian was notoriously laid back, never seeming particularly ruffled without very good reason; lazy in his reactions and demeanor. It was hard to tell when he felt strongly about something, never initiating public displays of affection or making a scene. Even now he didn't vocalize his displeasure or make a scene- the only one who would be able to tell he was upset was his boyfriend. So whether he seemed it or not, he was much more bothered by the situation than he expressed.

-because... Areum was always cutesy and indulgent of him. Maybe that was just... how he was with a partner. Maybe Bes wasn't as special as he liked to think he was, and now that his childhood friend was getting settled and comfortable on the island, he was considering his options. It wouldn't be the first time the feline had been a placeholder. He had been thinking about that a lot recently, and how he absolutely could not take a blow like that from Areum.

It would, of course, be best to be honest about these building fears. Who would he be if he were candid about all of the things that scared him, though? A more mentally healthy person, perhaps, but that was another matter altogether. So Bes plans to swallow up all of those thoughts for now, considering as they walk that maybe he should just let it go and try to enjoy the day- up until a call of his name has ears swiveling and attention turning to a demigod he only vaguely remembers from... a certain kind of time spent. A new idea pops into his mind as he stops abruptly, returning the greeting a little too pleasantly with a smile that is a little too playful.

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[lioxmp]

“Please, just leave me behind. They only want me. I’ll take care of it.”

"That's true. But I want them, all of them."

That statement was punctuated by a dull thud of heavy metal put down on the wood surface. Under the glare of white neon lights, the freshly cleaned pistol gleamed with its untold history of destruction. Lio momentarily jutted his chin and raised his eyebrows, paired with tar-black eyes glancing at the gun as a signal for Areum to feel free and examine the weapon.

Sitting back on the couch facing the other demigod, Lio added to his reasons, this time with a slightly more relaxed voice tone, "By the way, Tohil'll roast my ass if I leave you. We've been in too deep, bro."

[exmptohilx]

Tohil doubted he would ever have enough capability to describe his feelings right then, when his world suddenly shrunk into the size of a demigod crouching down on the ground, ears flaming red, face gleaming with tears, and mouth mumbling the word ‘dad’ towards him. 

The surroundings were rather dark, probably because the electricity line of the bar zone had been cut out for the sake of safety. The smell of burned wood and plastic began to catch his nostrils, but Tohil could never be bothered less. The real fire was gone, but now he’d got a towering, crying flame to comfort. 

It was rather, if not very much awkward just to visualize it, but Tohil could not take it as a reasonable reason to not step forwards. So slowly, unskillfully, and with as much tenderness as a chaotic fire god could muster, he approached and pulled his son into what he hoped to be a reassuring hug. 

“It’s all okay,” Tohil heard himself speaking even before his brain could really wrap around what he was doing, “you’ve made it, the fire is gone. Everything’s fine now, so don’t cry, huh?” 

Was this what he had heard them call father instinct? He even hadn’t learned about Areum’s existence until tonight, and also hadn’t prepared for his identity to be revealed in such a situation. Tohil hadn’t planned to carry out his parental duty this soon. But damn, he couldn’t care that much for now.

mptohilx​:

areumxmp​:

Ur my dad! boogie woogie

Starter for @mptohilx

(…)“Look at me and listen, son. Do not move, do not touch anything. Stand still, breath deep, count to ten, say it aloud if you want. Take your time, you can do it.”

Areum only half the time had control over his flames. Half the time he was okay. He felt human. The other half, he was manic. PTSD. Voices. That half of the time areum had many troubles throughout his life keeping himself under control and even though he was leaps and bounds better at it now, the beef cake still had his moments of uncontrollable mania. 

It had all happened so fast for him, as well. First they were fine, talking and enjoying the night, then there was a woman, and everything else is a blur to now. While his hands were clamping over his ears, trying to stop the voices, trying to stop his own flames from shooting out of him. At least if they hit himself, he would be okay. No one else would get hurt. 

That was the worst part about when he got this way. His past told him it didn’t matter if anyone got hurt, if everyone around him had to feel the same pain he had to feel. But.. he was so scared of that thought process now. Now, it terrified him to think he was the reason more innocent people got hurt.  Never again did he want anyone to feel the pain he did.

Through the now dissipating flames and the thin smoke screen, Areum’s eyes focused in and out on the man he was just talking to, not only taking care of the fire without the extinguisher, but was now speaking to him. Directing him to.. to what..? Areum’s voices were so loud it was almost impossible to hear the man speaking to him.   ‘Look….me…son…… Do not…. do not… breathe…count to..10’ ‘You can do it.’

You can do it.

He could do it. Areum didn’t have time to think deeply about the words he did hear. All he could do now was try and listen. With shaky words, he spoke. “One.”  “Two.” Areum’s sparks were calming. “Three.” He started to shake. “Four. Five. Six.” His breathing was slowing. “Seven. Eight. Nine.” Tears fell down his face. “Ten.” The young demi god opened his watery eyes slowly, his hands following the slow movements to remove themselves from very red ears from the heat of himself.  There was Tohil. Who he now was realizing called him ‘son’. 

“Dad..?” The big man looked so small. Crouched on the ground, tears staining his cheeks, and the most broken, raspy voice he could muster out.

[raidenxmp]

Sparks || @areumxmp​

Finally, he found an empty and spacious place to try his new set of drums, electronic drums. Raiden exhaled and rested his hands on his waist, observing the big bag he placed down on the ground. "I hope they are as amazing as said in the review because the burden of carrying them around... It's pissing me off," he muttered to himself.

The god kneeled and unpacked all the pieces, so far, it was just like the set he had at home, making it easier to assemble. His smile widened when he sat down, holding both drumsticks in his hands. Playing them was exactly the same as the other set and as he created some sparks, he was getting more and more excited until he heard a thunder forming, yet, he didn't stop and a big ray of light fell right in front of him, causing a loud sound that made him laugh. "Perfect."

[mperosx]

❝ You know that part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it. ❞ Talking about the dumb shit he himself is about to do.

{{ Current Meme: Horror Media (Mostly Movies) Starters || Accepting! }}

TW: Accidental voyeurisum , comedy that’s NSFW

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“Areum. Areum! AREUM!” Eros says his name each time with more worry in his tone as he watches the other man head directly toward the sign that says clearly do not enter. Well, it doesn’t say it so much as makes those that see it keenly aware that it’s definitely not the time to enter therein.

“I really don’t think you want to do that! There’s a red scrunched on the door handle for a reason and it’s usually—“ But it’s too late. Eros watches with mild horror and amusement as Areum open the door to Kaz’s apartment and looks stunned inside. “Told you.”

There’s some noise that leaves the sanctuary of the apartment to bounce off the walls around them, calling attention to what’s going on. Quickly, Eros moves to grab the door handle and once again firmly shut the door but he stops and looks stunned himself.

“Oh…oh that’s unholy. Is that Heather…Kaz…and Invidia?” Eros remembers himself and shuts the door firmly. For a moment he just stands there, eyes wide and face slightly red. He’s seen a lot, but not something as wild as whatever that tangle was in there. “I didn’t know… I mean-…”

Eros looks shook even for a love god. “How is he so flexible?”

[mpxmaxim]

❝ Yes, ooo, ahh, it always starts out that way, and then comes all the running and screaming. ❞

“Look, I’m not a therapist. I can’t tell you what your nightmares mean, and neither do I care.” It was rare for his voice to stray away from the usual even and uninterested voice, but his annoyance could be heard clearly. “I’m not the one doing this shit, maybe your brain is the messed up part in this equation. Ever thought about that?”

[vulpe-mp]

“What made you think you could protect yourself here? There was too many of them.” Areum sits with bloody hands, blood on his clothes.

Vulpe wasn't the type to fight - he'd never throw the first punch anyway. But the white haired demigod wasn't the type to run, either... He had - of course - drank one shot to many and stayed out a minute too long at the crowded bar. And from the way the young man was stumbling about, you couldn't tell he was a ballet dancer. It wasn't a pretty sight to behold and it was certainly no wonder he hadn't picked up anyone to spend the night with. A lonely, bitter night for a bitter, lonely man. It was time to go home about three hours ago and that became apparent when the demigod tripped and knocked someone's beer over, spilling it all over some guy. His collar got grabbed and the stranger - maybe just as drunk as Vulpe was - screamed in his face if he couldn't watch where he was going. The drunk dancer slurred out an apology, which the other apparently didn't appreciate, because before Vulpe knew it, his face met a fist and his fist met a face in return. One guy, he could probably hold off for a while, but that one guys soon got backup. One guy became two, and two became... four?! All over some spilled beer? How such a non-fighter like him could've gotten out alive was a miracle... Or a kind - maybe - stranger who pitied -perhaps - the fool caught up in a 5-way in the least sexy way. Covered in blood - maybe his own, probably not - and bruises starting to form already, both of them sat somewhere far away from the bar. "They started it," Vulpe scoffed as he softly dabbed a handkerchief against a cut on his chin. "What was I supposed to do?! Just sit there and take it?" The demigod didn't look at the stranger, nor had he even thanked him yet. "Fuck... I need a shot."

[mpxangela]

“Here, grab onto me, I’ll carry you out.”

Angela had never been one to spend much money on herself until it was absolutely necessary. So, as she had been walking out of the store, her heels had broken, used way too much when they should have been replaced ages ago. As she had stumbled backward, the male behind her had stopped her.

With the soft gasp, she looked up at him. "Oh goodness." The woman exclaimed. Her cheeks grew crimson with embarrassment, but she did as requested as there were people behind them. Gently grabbing onto him, she held on just long enough for them to get out of the way.

"Ah, you can put me down. You have done far more than you should have."

[mpxcharlotte]

❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜

dark and angsty meme | not accepting

Charlotte frowned, her head cocking to the side as she considered Areum's words. Her left hand curled into a loose fist, extinguishing the little flame she had been practicing a stage trick with, her fingertips unconsciously brushing over the rough scar tissue on her palm. Literally, she disagreed - but there may have been something metaphorically true about what he said. Some people were like that; drawn to things that hurt them. She certainly wasn't one of those people. She was an avoider.

"Maybe. Sometimes," she agreed, rather uncertainly. "Depends on the child, doesn't it? It's like that whole 'hurt people hurt people' thing - some do, but others go in the complete opposite direction and try to make sure no one else hurts like they do. I guess it's a lot harder to apply that kind of care to yourself, though." Taking care of others was definitely easier than taking care of yourself.

[hunterxmp]

Thread Log || Hunter

A collective of threads on this muse. New muse/posting rules are forthcoming. Please utilize these thread logs so there is no confusion later!

From Hell with Love (My Turn): * Summer Moon Erotica - Kaya * May I Have This Gala? - Kaya (gala) * Cruelty & A Beast - In-Soo [ HELD; mun hiatus 09/18 ]

Awaiting (Your Turn): * 10/10 (Ken) - Areum (gala) @areumxmp * Your Type (is Coffee) - Sekhmet @mpxsekhmet * Spirit Halloween - Noel @mpxnoel * Witching Hour - Kaya @mpxkaya * Under Neon Night - Noel (you know the drill)

Dropped: Puritanical Upset (Raven)

If you have questions or need clarification on any above threads please message me!