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The City of Attawit, a beautiful PNW destination situated near the coast of Northern California. The city is known for its three neighborhoods and the world-renowned Private College for the Wealthy and Affluent. Oakwood International College, or OIC for short, established in 1919 was once an exclusionary place of higher learning open to only the most affluent and wealthy students from around the world. Though after a whistleblower revealed some of the school’s socioeconomic discriminatory practices, and a class action was brought against them, OIC changed its tune. For the first time since the day it opened, OIC is now offering scholarships and accepting transfers on the merits of academics and/or athletics. The ‘have-nots’ finally get the chance to rub elbows with the rich and famous and enjoy the experience and opportunities offered by OIC. It’s not just the renowned faculty, 50:1 student to professor ratio, and penthouse dorm rooms that set Oakwood International College apart from all the other fancy, schmancy schools. And That's me, Miss Fortune, my blog (“The Tea”) and social media (@TheMsFortune) bring you the hottest and dirtiest gossip, news, and secrets about your favorites living it up in Attawit. Not only have I ramped up my team this year to make sure no secret will be left untold and no exposure left unseen, but I’ve brought along a little surprise for the city that loves me most. Straight from South Korea, the app promising to make your love life ring, I gift to all my devout fans and antis ‘Love Alarm’. So ladies and gentlemen, have your phone ready and one eye open at all times because the rich never sleep, neither do their secrets, and the bells of love will certainly be ringing all night long. 『 ყσυ ƙɳσɯ ყσυ ʅσʋҽ ɱҽ. 』

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I’ll get the IC up today when I’m off work.

Also when joining the discord make sure to read the rules and ask assign yourself a role, otherwise when you log off it will kick you from the server.

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@Hey Im Jordan@Misery please join the discord when ya can ^.^ there’s more info and fun on there!

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@Misery yesssirrrr welcome aboard

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@fledermaus yesssssirrr

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@Hey Im Jordan thank you, thank you

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_{^{gossip girl x euphoria x love alarm. mature themes ahead.}}

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The City of Attawit, a beautiful PNW destination situated near the coast of Northern California. The city is known for its three neighborhoods and the world-renowned Private College for the Wealthy and Affluent. Oakwood International College, or OIC for short, established in 1919 was once an exclusionary place of higher learning open to only the most affluent and wealthy students from around the world. Though after a whistleblower revealed some of the school’s socioeconomic discriminatory practices, and a class action was brought against them, OIC changed its tune. For the first time since the day it opened, OIC is now offering scholarships and accepting transfers on the merits of academics and/or athletics. The ‘have-nots’ finally get the chance to rub elbows with the rich and famous and enjoy the experience and opportunities offered by OIC. It’s not just the renowned faculty, 50:1 student to professor ratio, and penthouse dorm rooms that set Oakwood International College apart from all the other fancy, schmancy schools. And That's me, Miss Fortune, my blog (“The Tea”) and social media (@TheMsFortune) bring you the hottest and dirtiest gossip, news, and secrets about your favorites living it up in Attawit. Not only have I ramped up my team this year to make sure no secret will be left untold and no exposure left unseen, but I’ve brought along a little surprise for the city that loves me most. Straight from South Korea, the app promising to make your love life ring, I gift to all my devout fans and antis ‘Love Alarm’. So ladies and gentlemen, have your phone ready and one eye open at all times because the rich never sleep, neither do their secrets, and the bells of love will certainly be ringing all night long. 『 ყσυ ƙɳσɯ ყσυ ʅσʋҽ ɱҽ. 』

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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕤.

_{ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟ}

𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓉𝒽~

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Eros floated through the party from one group to another, he was a being that garnered the attention of all those in the same vicinity as him. Even though he sometimes preferred to get from one place to another without being held up by small talk and pictures, he couldn’t deny enjoying the attention. The God of Desire had only grown fonder of social interactions with humans. There was a sort of brilliance in their finite existence that led them to feel and express in ways gods could never mimic or truly understand.

Though now it was only the occasional compliment on his new show, an adoring fan or invasive entertainment news reporter looking for something juicy. The music had shifted, and so had the party-goers as Apollo and Hypnos invited them to the impromptu dance floor, so the rest of the way to the bar was painless. Well, there was plenty of pain radiating from a certain curly headed queen that reached the aches of his own heart.

“Whiskey? Isn’t that an old man’s drink?” His voice was quiet and saved only for her ears as he slid onto the stool next to her. Light fingers trailed along her shoulders as his green eyes cast over her form. There was a sadness that flashed in his eyes as he took count of the fraying threads that attached to her, a point on her back where his fingers stopped, “Things turned out differently, didn’t they?” he asked out of formality, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why she had entered the ball alone and went straight for the alcohol.

A strangled laugh is pulled from the Aztec and found itself at the bottom of her drink as she tipped it back, draining it in one go, “What would you suggest an old soul like mine should consume then?” It took everything in her to keep the tears from breaching her lash line as she leaned into his delicate touches. It was soothing, always was with Eros; an unexpected calm, but sturdy nonetheless. “Something fitting. Something that screams ‘forever alone’. Whatever is easiest to say ‘you were right and I was wrong and you’re welcome for not becoming your new stepmom’.”

Eros’ chuckle was filled with relief, even though he could see through the mask of sarcasm, he was appreciative of it in the least. They were undying beings, who had lived through many lives, and love and lost all the same. Even when sorrow felt like it’d swallow them whole they always rebounded, indefinitely burdened by the curse of resilience. “I don’t think it’s appropriate for a woman I’ve shared a bed with to become my “mother”. Eros spoke truthfully, his face twisting in disgust as he hung up on the detail for a moment too long. The images that were forming in his mind were wildly uncomfortable and quickly killing his good mood so he waved them away, quite literally, moving onto another detail that fell from those pretty lips over hers.

“Forever alone, hmm?” Eros wondered as he studied her back, the attachments of old were worn lines, lingering feelings for living and deceased people that were better off forgotten about. But such musings of the heart were easier said than done. It was not the fraying lines of expired love that interested him, but the diamond among the rough that beckoned to his lithe fingers, daring him to pluck and unravel a history of passionate entanglements and fleeing princes and princesses, “Do you really believe that?”

This time a genuine smirk crossed her plump lips at the memory before her tongue darted out to wet them in anticipation of her next consumption. "Hm," a hum passed through her from somewhere deep within her. Memories of old that haven't crossed the forefront of her mind for some time. Not unlike her best friend, Tlaz waved them away as well. It took her only a moment to turn her body and attention towards Love incarnate at his words, uttered like a whisper on the wind. "What else would you call my love life then if not lacking? And it is no one's blame but my own."

There was a longing, a softness that held tight to her heart and gave a tight squeeze as the scent from before wafted back to the bar and overwhelmed her senses, "There was a time where I believed it had been real. Oh, Eros, it was beautiful. He was beautiful," the sigh that left her was that naïveté of youth in love. Starstruck and enamored. "Of course I am the reason nothing more became of our entanglements. Why is it that we fall the hardest and purest with mortals?"

Eros gave a small chuckle, he was all too familiar with falling in love with a mortal. Of course, it was he who had given his soul to a mortal and tried to give his life to be with her in the next one. There was some pain time could not mend, and the memory of her smile nearly winded him, “Physically they are weak, burdened by age and disease but that’s perhaps what makes their spirit so strong, and their passions so intense.” Eros studied Tlaz’s face, the longing in her eyes was a familiar look to him, and the defeat that slumped her shoulders was like a mirror to his past self.

“Your heart keeps you true, you have experienced profound love and nothing in this world can compare to that. Not even a couple of nights shared with Desire himself.” Eros’s eyes twinkled with playfulness, attempting to lighten the mood even just a little bit. As he watched her recount the memories of days past he watched the thread grow radiant, a beacon to his fingers that he could not deny. A single strum was all he needed to see the meeting of lovers, the whispers of sweet nothings into the air, the meeting in shady bars, and in spiritual sanctuaries, it was a lifetime of love he experienced in a few seconds, “Ticitl, hmm?” he said aloud a radiant grin spreading on his lips, “Ah, and there is hope yet for your heart to be at ease, though only if you can put up with sarcasm and frequent brooding.”

"Tīcitl..." the title, one that had long since been unspoken on her lips if not in the throes of late-night sessions where she would be alone with nothing but memories as company with which she indulged. The way the title, one she had given him no less, was spoken aloud in such a way fluttered through her chest she felt as if she would sprout wings and take off. Though a glimmer of gloom nestled between her bones and she remained grounded. So soon after having her heartstrings yanked in differing directions, tangling themselves around the Ares situation and then to dream of her tīcitl once more did not sit well within her.

The sinful filth; Tlazōlteōtl, reduced to a mess. Fitting.

His words were nearly lost on her as she had focused solely on the mention of her past lover. The one that got away as it were. Tlaz looked up into the eyes of her yōlicnīuhtli, piecing his meaning together. Rather attempting to. Hope tickled her ribs, fighting back through that gloom that threatened to dig in with its claws and take root. "Sarcasm and frequent—? What do you mean?" No, this was more than hope. Something that bordered along the lines of anxiousness and unsettling nerves.

Eros hadn’t expected that particular reaction and pursed his lips. The days of meddling and mischief had been far behind him, perhaps it was losing Psyche that turned him away from plucking along the threads of people’s attachments. A symptom of envy of those who had experienced love like him but not the severity of the loss. A beat passed, Eros contemplating calmly in the focus of Tlaz’s anxious gaze, and finally, he released a sigh, “Love always comes down to meddling.” with a wave he drew the attention of the bartender and ordered two double vodkas.

“Don’t you think it’s funny we cannot discern gods from mortals? Whatever bound us here certainly didn’t intend for us all to come together like this, though it seems even in all our years on earth we don’t all cross paths regularly.” Eros gave a nod to the bartender as the two glasses were set in front of him, he threw one back and pushed the other to Tlaz, “Don't you think it’s peculiar this Ticitl of yours has appeared time and time again before you? Well, except for the past hundred years or so.” Eros hummed standing from his seat to lean his back against the counter, his eyes scanning the sea of bodies around them.

Nodding along to his words of the infernal Colossal and it's seemingly derived pleasure of torturing the gods. Something she would never even begin to fathom reasonings for. Throughout her time in the mortal realm, she had come across many immortals, though they were forthcoming in their identities. Under the right circumstances, anyone can spill secrets. So, as he passed her her newest libation, never one to refuse a drink, Laz snatched up the glass rather quickly, hanging on every word flowing forth from the ever meddlesome Love. The words piercing her before settling, allowing them to sink in. Chopping up her slower and dulled perception of recent events. No longer muted to the meaning of his words she was at attention, back straight, trying to gain more height than what her heels provided. Turning this way and that in search of a familiar shock of blonde amidst the throng of passersby.

"Titus? He's immortal? He's here—" The breath of her words were light as she spoke them into the charged space between them before catching his eye. A delicate hand placed on his shoulder gripped at the fabric beneath her fingertips like a lifeline. Laz was sure he would be able to feel even the slightest of pressure applied had she a modicum of forethought of being gentle, caramelized honey pleaded to him, darting back between him and the people littering the event, "Please, Eros, tell me it's not a joke..."

“Would be a terrible time for a joke, don’t you think?” Eros had found the subject of their conversations, dressed in high-end designer clothing he would have never bought for himself, sporting his usual expression of exhaustion and sarcasm. Their eyes met and Eros sent a playful wink his way that was immediately met with disgust and a tactful middle finger before Thanatos returned his attention to his ‘date’.

He was right of course. Something she wouldn't dare admit aloud any other given time. Not wishing to inflate his ego past where it already resided. But if he was right. If Titus was alive. Here even... then she would admit anything to him in thankful prayers. Her attention was pulled from the side of his face, clearly, he was searching as well. If only she could figure where his gaze landed then she would have her answers. The pressure from before crawled back up from its temporary hiding spot, throwing itself against her ribs, trying to get her attention away from the light of hope that had threatened its existence. Still, she continued, even pressed her hand against Eros broad shoulder to give her a subtle boost from her position, anything to spot her tictil.

"A poorly timed joke," Laz spoke the words though her heart wasn't in them, attention still focused on everything and nothing all at once. So wrapped up in the idea that she would be able to spot him that the notion that he may not look the same never once crossed her mind. "Is something you would never want to be associated with your name. You're too good for tha—" It was hushed and abrupt in its halt as if it were a struggle to get the air out alone. Across the room, dressed to the nines in a fashion that was unlike anything she remembers seeing him in in all those past lives, hair tussled about as it was when he walked through those sanctuary doors. "Titus." His name on her lips meekly spoken, cracking around the edges as her grip increased with the pressure building inside her. Caramelized honey irises were pulled away to the luscious greens beside her, silently begging and pleading with him that this was real.

“Thanatos.” Eros corrected offering a warm smile as he looped his arm around Tlaz’s waist as a security measure, fearful of her legs giving out, “Sarcastic, brooding and not nearly as charming as your memory makes him out to be, but a good kid nonetheless.” he spoke with warmth in his tone, it was obvious Eros was close with him, “So what will you do, oh, broken-hearted goddess?”

She was more than appreciative of the support given by her best friend, physically and emotionally, her eyes darting back and forth, an inner turmoil raging as she mulled over her next course of action. If she were to wait, who is to say she will have this opportunity once more? But if she were to jump headfirst into his life once more there is no guarantee he would even welcome her as a friend let alone a lover. "Eros, I-," her words caught in her throat, something stung her eyes though she refused to blink them away. How could she completely dismiss what transpired not but an hour ago in favor of a love long lost? One, who up until this very moment, she believed to have been mortal and long deceased. "I don't know what to do. I'm scared," she was all but shaking the male holding her upright, "Scared of his thoughts of me after so long. Of what he will say. Gods, you know, you saw how I left him.”

Taking her eyes off of her companion in hopes of catching sight of TitusThanatos once more she noticed he was no longer in his previous spot. And it was then her heart dropped to the floor. Her moment was gone. He was gone. A heavy sigh found itself passing through her as she finished off the drink before her and motioning for another, lithe fingers tangling themselves in the curls that fell into her face a groan on her lips. If ever there was a time where sin incarnate needed a win, now would be the time. ” What is there for me to do? I'm all ears."

Eros pursed his lips in thought and gave a shrug, “You could do everything or you could do nothing and see how it plays out. I told you to give you a little bit of hope, as your best friend, and the incarnation of love I can’t have you turning your back on my existence.” he offered a small grin and leaned in closer to her tucking a curly lock of hair behind her ear, “Love transcends time, and true love is unconditional, my heart still beats for Psyche even after all this time.” he held her gaze a moment longer before pulling away. Eros grabbed Tlaz’s bicep and began his march to the dance floor, “A party is wasted sulking at a bar, and your decision isn’t going to be made tonight, so put it off for now— there’s no rush. We are immortal you know.”

There was no denying Eros and the odd ways he inserted himself into the fray when it came to matters of the heart. So with a true laugh on her lips, she halted to gesture to the bar they just left, "One last drink before we shame the lot of them with our dance moves." Slipping easily out from his grasp she sauntered back up to the bar, the newest crowd gathered forcing her down the line and into a sturdy chest. "Axno conetl," there was seldom a time when Laz would pass up a moment to shoot a scathing glare at someone, and with how the last couple of weeks have been she was ready for a fight. However, the chest she still found herself pressed up against seemed to read her energy and rumbled beneath her.

Jumping away, as much as she could with the number of mortals and gods corralled together, she was able to breathe an apology until her eyes raked up his frame. A familiar suit, tailored perfectly to the body is housed, encouraged her eyes to continue their descent skywards, rattling in her chest seemed to have escaped and encompassed the room around her. Honey meets the blue of the ocean and all the breath leaves her in that moment. Instead of standing there she was thrown back to the beginning. The first time. The sanctuary. Caution and trepidation was thrown out the window as soon as she locked eyes with him and deciding to take Eros’ advice she took the step off the edge. “Evening tīcitl. It’s been a long time.”

【 Spy High 】

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【 Spy High! 】CLOSED

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