#mpairmid

[mphecate]

Cottage in the mountains

@mpairmid

She loved her craft and everything that came with it. From the brewing of potions, to the curses or blessings Hecate chose to provide her worshippers and even her classes at the University. However most spells required ingredients and that was the annoying part of being the Goddess of Witchcraft and Ghosts, and of course, the most intriguing, powerful and wicked spell required the most complicated and rare items to be mixed. That’s where being at Mount Phoenix came in handy, after all the place was home to the many gods of many beliefs and some of the establishments had a rather unique stock of products.

“For the sake of Nox.” Hecate whined under her breath, making her way upwards the mountain’s base and highly regretting her choice of attire for that day. Her body was naturally fragile and a linen dress covered with a coat was not effective to make her remotely comfortable during the little hike through the mountain. Amidst her annoyance, Hecate managed to get herself lost and ending up taking double the time to reach the store.  Finally stepping on the stoned outdoor floor,  Hecate handled the door’s knob, opening it somewhat abruptly but without causing any physical damage to it. “Who in the fucking world, unloved, wanna-be-lumberjack has the idea to put a store in this forsak-” 

The second she laid eyes in the figure behind the counter, Hecate’s irritable posture calmed down and she even let out a chuckle while patting the dust from the bottom of her dress. “Of course… Ah, I should have known.” Hecate was no giggling, remembering the words she had just splurged. Once her dress was proper, the goddess walked in a fast pace, leaning over the counter to meet Airmid with her arms into a warm hug. “It’s good to see you again Airmid. Even if my feet hurt like hell.”

[exmpxathena]

kindred spirits;

@mpairmid

There were few gods outside of her own pantheon that Athena was familiar with, and even fewer that she was friendly with; but Airmid was one of them. Ever since their first meeting, pouring over texts on herbs long ago, she had always liked running into the Celtic goddess. They were both quiet, solitary figures. They both appreciated books and nature. There was little more she could ask from a friend.

So, when she was told that Airmid was on the island and lived in a cottage in the mountains, she donned some athletic leggings and hiking boots to make the trek up to see her old friend. She had never been a true nature-lover -hating when it was too hot or too cold and especially hating anything that got her dirty or wet outside of a battle context- but she did enjoy how serene and quiet the mountains were, being just far enough removed from the city they surrounded. She felt rather zen as she approached the quaint cottage. 

And that zen very nearly bordered on joy when she spotted the other goddess through the window. By the time she had knocked and the door had been opened, a smile just barely touched her lips. Which, last she had seen the other woman, that was about as warm as either of them got. 

“Long time no see, Airmid. Did you miss me?”

[mpwukong]

Monkey Business | @mpairmid ft Wukong & Airmid & the monster

“AAAAAIRMIIIIIID-!”

Throughout the quiet, woodland valley Airmid calls home, with her sweet cottage and quiet, rolling hillside, the sound of panic quickly cuts through that serene calm. A shrill, yelped call of her name, followed by what sounds like loud, booming footsteps. 

Over one lush green hill Wukong soon comes into view, tie flapping over his shoulder and his flop of dark hair blown back from his forehead by the sheer speed with which he was running. He’s still dressed for the hospital, in the tie Camazotz had wrestled him into that morning, but he was evidently a little more rough around the edges. With grass stains on his shirt and mud on his knees, the god keeps looking back over his shoulder as he continues to pelt it down the hill towards the woman’s home. He had started off small, but he was getting bigger as he got closer and not far in his wake, those booming footsteps. 

“Oh dear, oh dear me-!” The Monkey King keeps whispering to himself, panting and out of breath as he leaps over a small rock pile, landing with a thud on green grass as he heads down the next embankment towards the innocently unawares goddess. Unaware of the amount of utter mess and disaster one overgrown, magical ape can bring down upon her. 

[phobetorxmp]

Nightmare Help | cont from here w/ @mpairmid ft Phobetor & Airmid 

Lifting an eyebrow as the woman leans against him, Phobetor’s chin lowers a little to gaze down at her, before chuckling softly as he sees that dreamy look of alcohol clouding such lovely eyes. It was no wonder the men around her seemed helpless but to try and impress her, more than likely annoying her with their enthusiasm. Still, hearing that someone had irritated her, Phobetor is more than happy to step in and help. 

“My sobering face?” He replies, eyebrow arching even higher before he takes her hand gently from his cheek and presses a kiss to her knuckles. “Why, I thought I looked positively giddy tonight” He replies, but quickly his lips are cracking with a smirk, showing his tease. “Watch this” he whispers, before his eyes lower to his feet and with a gentle wave of his hand a shadow breaks away from their joined casting on the floor. Quickly it moves, like a shape under water, across the floor and through the many feet, to find the man who had been antagonising the goddess with his irritating attempts to woo her. 

Not long later there is a yell of terror, his trick having come to fruition, leaving the god to chuckle happily. A harmless trick, as the man is yelling in the distance “did you see that?!” His frantic cries confusing those around him and causing a ripple of chuckles as they watch him. 

[mpxkuanyin]

catching up.

@mpairmid

The Flower Mill had been just the most perfect setting for this small friendly reuniting when the goddess had stumbled upon it. Truly, she’d been searching for coffee one morning before work and this charming little place instantly took her heart. She knew then, and even now as she sat in one of the chairs at the table on the porch, idly watching people come and go as she waited for her invitee to show; it was perfect. Kuan Yin hadn’t seen Airmid in quite some time. In what felt like a lifetime ago. Things had been falling apart, on both their ends and though she’d offered what help she could, it was problems that took time to salve over. 

Still, she was more than excited to see her longest running friend again. Who would’ve thought she would be here all this time? Yinnie guessed she should have known, considering Airmids love and care of the people and creatures. A love that rivaled only Yin’s it seemed. But that was why they got along so well. Absently in thought, the woman lifted her coffee cup and took a refreshing sip of it just as the familiar feeling of Airmid slipped down her spine. She had tells for most of the deities she’d come in contact with over the years, and could always tell them apart. Blue orbs shifted across the space until she saw her, moving to stand up and wave a hand across the air to catch her attention.  “Middie! Over here!” 

[raidenxmp]

" woah, take it easy... you feeling okay? "

Raiden didn't know about exhaustion, it was something he had never experienced before, but now on the Island, in this body, he was exceeding the amount of work and pressure he could take. The symptoms were light at the beginning of the week, he still was going to the store he owned (Siren's Song), taking his dog out to the forest at night, and didn't turn down any plan that any new friend would invite him to, in other words, he didn't know when to stop.

"Feeling perfect," Raiden held up his hand, his index finger touching his thumb, the rest of his fingers were up, making an 'ok' sign, and to make it more believable, he also smiled. However, he was feeling dizzy and, his stomach was fighting against his will to keep his lunch inside. There he was again, trying to stand up and that second attempt was better than the first one until he gave a step forward. "Or maybe not." He supported himself on the wall, closing his eyes for a brief moment.

@mpairmid

[mpxsaiga]

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

nonverbal meme prompts: still accepting

Saiga moved carefully around the cottage’s makeshift kitchen. Following instructions from Airmid very carefully as they acquired ingredients and prepared measurements. Their curious eyes followed the goddess’s every move, learning and saving everything she was teaching them so that they could make this themselves. The demigod carefully copied Airmid and listened aptly, savoring and memorizing every word and instruction. They paused every once and while to sign or write down questions for the goddess as they both flowed around the kitchen like carefully flowing water. It helped to ease the homesickness they had been feeling, working with Airmid like this.

The goddess was so kind to them and they were so grateful. They’d never had an aunt before but they imagined this is what it could feel like. After a while, their creations were complete, a wide smile lifting at their lips as they pulled the almost perfect honey cakes from the oven. Saiga smiled at Airmid fully after placing the tray down and quickly pulled out their note pad to write;

“These look great! Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to teach me.”

[heatherxmp]

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

  {{ WARNING: This prompt gave way to a scenario that can be disturbing for some readers. Please use discretion when opening. TW: drugs, attempted kidnapping, club scare }}

🌊

    He’s drinking. Been drinking on his day off and all is going well until he’s lost sight of the friend he came with to the bar. Heather doesn’t think anything of it really as he stands and starts to walk toward the bathroom but the drinks hit him all at once. He can feel it in his legs and up into his stomach, that wobbly and warm feeling one gets when they’ve knocked back just one too many. It’s usually a happy place he likes to hit now and then but he had not really planned it for tonight and damn-- how far is the bathroom.

  ‘Where are you going?’ a voice asks him as Heather makes his way through the crowd.

    He doesn’t answer them because it’s not worth it but there’s a sudden grip on his arm that stops him. ‘Just talk to me for a minute,’ that same person says and gives a tug to his arm. The action pulls Heather back and up against the press of another’s form. It’s warm and solid but it’s not safe. 

  “No. Buddy, back off,” it’s firm and is accompanied by Heather shoving his elbow back into whoever the hell that is. They don’t budge and just hold him tighter. Well, shit-- let’s get into it then. “I said. BACK. OFF.”

   Whirling sharply Heather faces the other man holding him and opens his mouth to speak when he feels a sting near his stomach. Stunned his eyes travel down to where the aggressor has a hand pressed there, some syringe pricking through his clothes. “You...drugged...”

  The demigod pushes a hand to that chest before going limp against them, unnoticed by the crowd around him due to it being so dense.

[mpxkrystal]

✍ my muse teaching your muse

kind gesture meme: no longer accepting

Krystal fidgeted from her place next to Airmid, looking with curious eyes over her shoulder at the herbs on the counter before them. She played with her fingers while taking in everything that the goddess was telling her about the bundles of greens and rainbow colors spread out on the wood. Her brow furrowed as she followed along as best as she could. When her mother came to a pause and looked to her as if she’d asked a question Krystal paused, wide eyed and scratched the back of her neck.

“I feel like I should be taking notes for a test later or something...” The demigoddess let out a playful giggle as she tried to hide the fact she wasn’t keeping up very well but didn’t want tot interrupt the goddess who was trying to teach her about a tincture blend of some kind.

[manixmp]

little traditions | airmid & mani

@mpairmid

For a second, he glances down at the parcel in his hands and a soft smile turns up the corners of his mouth. It was simple. Similar to the other ones he’d given her prior to this. A small box adorned in kraft paper and twine, a notecard tucked carefully under the threads. “Thank you, again. For everything,” it reads. The sentiment unchanging despite all the time that’s passed since their more turbulent meetings.

Mani looks back up and continues his way. Trudging up the dimming mountain path to Foiseach to see if he could catch the goddess. “Trying his luck,” much like the island’s shop bulletin suggested. If not, he’d come back another time, not trusting the parcel to hold up against the elements should he leave it by the front door, or the curious demigods that drifted throughout the island. It didn’t matter really when she received the trinket. They had all the time in the world for trivial things like this. What mattered to him was that he made sure it ended up in her possession.

He thinks back to when he made the first trinket for her. Initially, he had offered himself up for service, feeling indebted to her for all she had done for him. But she had kindly refused him, and he respected her wishes. Still, Mani couldn’t go without showing his appreciation, but it took some time for him to think of how he would showcase it. It was December when the thought flickered in his mind. An ornament perhaps? One that was small and unassuming. One that could easily be tucked away like an afterthought, but would still bring a smile to her face when she found it again. 

When the little cottage comes into view finally and the lights are turned on, he grins. Like a child excited to showcase a new toy or pass off a gift to someone they care for, he walks a little faster. Striding right up to the door in no time, he knocks twice before pulling the door open and peeking his head inside. “Hello, Airmid?” He calls into the shop softly. “Are you here?”

[mpxposeidon]

She stands ever so close to Poseidon when they're dancing, face hidden in the crook of his neck, lips pressed against his skin, all of her more relaxed than she has felt in what almost seems like centuries. She lifts her head ever so slightly, just to be able to look at Poseidon again, handsome as he is in his current outfit. "My king," she says softly, but wholeheartedly, her smile turning warm and wide as she leans in to whisper something more in his ear.

The slow, romantic tones of the music glided around them and the crowd of others swaying on the dance floor. Sei leading Airmid and himself along to the music, a relaxed smile on his lips as his eyes found Yixing not far engaged in conversation with another. He hadn’t felt this content and happy in a long time, enjoying a exciting evening with two of the people he found most precious in the world. When Air pulls back to look at him, he can’t help but watch her with a loving gaze. Returning her warm and wide smile as she references the character  he’s dressed as. “My queen.”

He had planned on leaning in for a kiss but she was faster, leaning in to whisper into his ear instead. They warm tone of her voice was comforting until the words she was speaking fully settled in his mind. The god couldn’t help but gulp as his eyes slowly widened. He stopped them in their tracks, frozen at the words just spoken to him. After a long moment of him frozen in place, his brain completely broken down as his heart rate sped up. When he finally snapped out of it he had to resist sputtering as he looked at the goddess smiling at him. Without another word, Sei took her hand and pulled her off the dance floor and away from the crowd.

[mphecate]

(cover) : one muse finds the other asleep somewhere other than bed and covers them with a blanket / their jacket

exhaustion … sentence starters 🔮 status: accepting !

Hecate's eyes linger on the image before her, a gentle smile shaping on her lips. "My apologies my dear Airmid..." She walks to the other, reaching for the blanket resting on the opposite side of the L-shaped couch and placing it gently around the Celtic. "I've made you wait too long. Work calls are a drag sometimes..." The plans for a more entertaining evening were now put aside and Hecate lands a soft peck to Airmid's cheek before joining her, resting her own head on Airmid's lap.

[mpchange]

She's not familiar with this other goddess much at all, hasn't ever spoken to her before as far as she can remember, but she knows the Chinese goddess has a little issue with the light, though it's not as bad as she seems to be pretending it is, her hands touching people's faces much more often than necessary. Airmid is not a snitch, however, and so all she does when she goes over is reach for Chang'e's hand. "Let's dance," she suggests easily, the drinks softening her demeanour already.

“dance. dance? right! sure--”she’s taken by the hand almost immediately as the music begins, feet falling in a swirl right after the other female’s footsteps as she yelped slightly, stumbling over her own feet as she tried to catch onto the music and follow the swaying beat of the other goddess. “i don’t really dance though. i might step on your foot.” talking too much was a con of chang’e’s. she would try to change over time, as time passed and made things all a little easier for her to cope with, to talk less when she was feeling a little nervous. 

well, she guessed that if she could control her blushing around men as time passed, willpower was related to everything on talking less when she was made nervous. 

“i hope you don’t mind that.” she leans in slightly, still squinting her eyes slightly from the effort to clear up the blur that was the goddess’ own face. “and...yeah...about that--” she leaned forward slightly, catching a whiff of herbs and a slight dash of mint, refreshing the mind as they pressed forward into the music. 

“oh...airmid?” sifting through who she knew slightly that had a similar herbal or refreshing scent that reminded her much of a garden in bloom wasn’t that difficult. out of the gods on the island, apart from herself, only freya and airmid fit that description. sure, it was a bit of a guess on her part, but still, the chinese goddess thought it fair to take her chances. after all, it was a 50/50 chance of getting it right than wrong, anyway. “did i get that right?” she blinked a little confusedly as they swayed to the music. 

[mpwukong]

Escape to the Country

starter for @mpairmid ft Wukong & Airmid 

“Just got to get my leg- ach!” with a hushed voice as he talks himself through it, pulling long legs through a cracked window, then with a thud and a tumble, Wukong falls through the goddess’ kitchen window and rolls against the solid wood leg of her table with a clatter of what was on top. “Ouch, ouch-” he whines softly to himself, rubbing at his bumped head. “With a tail this is easier” he grumbles, wondering when he got so bad at climbing and sneaking! 

He had left his vet appointment in the city and with an aching, bandaged tail he had set out for the first place he could think of, to hide and feel safe, away from judgement and hopefully to some healing hands. Airmid’s place. Distant and secluded, where he could sort himself out and figure out a plan! He just hopes she hasn’t got one of her boyfriends around. Last thing he needs is to be chased out by a half naked Erh Lang! 

It was late, and the place was quiet, but he had started to get cold outside so for some reason breaking and entering seemed like the right idea! Now he’d bumped his head, he’d maybe bumped some sense in too, and it wasn’t.

[mppan]

💢 + 🔁

💢  :    your  muse  picks  mine  up   &   carries  them  over  their  shoulder . - reversed {accepting!}

With all the time he spent in any area of the island that wasn’t the city, it was only a matter of time before Pan stumbled upon a cozy little cottage at the foot of the mountains that seemed to be practically dripping with plant life in various stages of drying. Pan himself had never been terribly keen on dried plants - he always felt that using or consuming plants was best done fresh - but he knew that some people found value in them. Hence why the cottage was dripping with them in the first place. 

The goddess inside the cottage Pan knew rather well; the two had been friends for quite a long time now. It was because of this friendship, or perhaps in spite of it, that Pan entered the cottage and swept up Airmid over his shoulder. Between his strength and her slight figure it was almost nothing at all to do so. “You need a break and I want to play,” Pan announced as he hauled the goddess gracelessly through the door of the cottage and into the open air.

[mpxkuanyin]

♡ hugging

kind gesture - still accepting!

Hugging was but one of many devices in Kuan Yin’s love language arsenal; and Airmid had long since deserved the mightiest of hugs she could provide. It spoke wonders of emotions as the slender Chinese goddess wrapped the other up in her arms, and held her firm and close to her person. Once more solidifying their friendship, their solidarity, their bond. Once more assuring Middie she was there, and always would be. “It has been a long time coming, I know this. But if you ever need me, Mid. I am here. My door, my ears, my heart - they’re always open to you.”