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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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Business the night before the Conclave meeting was booming. Patrons from all walks of life were lined up along the walls, standing room only, by the time the clock struck eleven. It was truly a sight to behold, one that made the hairs on the back of Tlazolteotl's neck stand up in excitement. She could practically smell the bills as they fell to the fiberglass platform her girls danced on. Hear the snapping of their G strings back in place, securing their tips to their bodies. It was a shame that her favorite male god wasn't present, he would have brought in even more clientele. Tlazolteotl just sighed, _{'What a shame...'} Though, to say that the Goddess of Lust was without entertainment of her own wouldn't be entirely true, especially as she eyed the long haired dock worker that just strolled into her club. All muscle and flowing dark locks. It would be a shame to not enjoy his physique on a more, personal level. Not like it hadn't happened before... something for later then.

As the hours dragged on she was pleased to find that the Jaguar hadn't lost it's capacity. The girls pulling their clients to the back as the rooms freed up. There were the few instances where she had to go and forcibly remove patrons from the rooms, a word of warning passing her lips, eyes almost aglow under the saturated lights. A sight for sure seeing as they would agree to just about anything under the current circumstances. With a final warning and nod to her employees she was back to pacing the floor. Dodging and weaving between tables, making small talk with the customers, VIP clients and girls alike. No one was too insignificant for the Goddess to turn and aid. What kind of higher being would she be if she were to abandon her devoted followers patrons in their time of sinful need?

Though the club was meant for eyes to be trained on the spread of supple flesh on display prancing around in their uniforms, or up on the stage, dancing in practiced choreographed steps to their song of choice, it wasn't like eyes didn't wander across the ebony skin of the beautiful bartender in the back. Tlazolteotl would be lying if she said that her own eyes didn't wander back towards her friend every now and again in throughout the woman's shifts. So it isn't uncommon for those same wayfaring gazes to hone in on the owner of the establishment from time to time as well. Tlazolteotl thrived under the scrutiny she gained from her patrons under those low lights. The way her body swayed as she moved, all muscle and tone, curves in all the right places, as if she were a jaguar cursed to walk among mortals. She couldn't contain the grin plastered on her face as she thought about it more, _{'How close to the truth they would be...'}

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The progression of the night ended at closing with Tlazolteotl pulling the god of storms into one of the private booths off of the main room, foregoing the tug of the curtain down in place to obscure them. It's not like they were going to need it. Aching body twist and turned beneath the loose sheet that was haphazardly thrown over the frames taking up the leather couch in the Red Room. There was a comfortable weight resting across her bare midsection, a type of warmth that provided a sense of comfort, regardless of the thin and flimsy linen bunched around their waists. In the midst of her groggy, in between state of restlessness, she could almost smell him, the scent of fresh rain in autumn, the kind with a crisp kinda chill to it, the smell of a warm blanket straight from the dryer, a hint of bite from an old, shelved bottle of liquor. It all came crashing down around her as she turned in his grasp to see the long dark tresses of the storm god and not the wisping rays of sun made flesh.

With a groan and a smack to her face, the filth goddess quickly got up from the makeshift bed, spitting Nahuatl curses in whispered breaths before walking bare as day she was borne into this mortal body of hers pulling her clothes from the night before off the floor and back onto her body. Checking her watch, after securing it to her wrist, she took note that there wasn't enough time to get a proper shower and change of clothes before the conclave was to start. "Ugh, this'll have to do..." and without another word she pushed past the draped velvet curtains and made a straight shot for the bar.

Not even ten minutes later and she was brandishing a quick cup of coffee, heavy on the whiskey and cream, and starting on her way back to the red room and kick Raijin awake if she needed to. They were going to be late if they were to fuck around any longer. Not that it wasn't appealing, but there was a certain someone she was looking forward to seeing a little more than pleasing her current suitor. Her gait increased at the sound of something, or rather someone, hitting the ground with a clatter.

When she rounded the corner she was graced with the ass end of a very, very naked man and she could do nothing but lean against the frame, mugs in hand as her eyes scanned the sculptured body she had the pleasure of sampling the night before. His muscles flexed, satin bedding scattered beneath him, as he pulled himself up off the ground rubbing his face, a grin - or what could count as one - plastered on his face as he uttered an endearing nickname her way, reaching out to take one of the mugs off of her. "Hey yourself. C'mon, get dressed. We'll head to the university together." With that she left him to his drink and to dress as she went to the backroom and touched up her makeup. No sense in looking completely sexed up while walking into the conclave. She had to laugh at herself in the mirror, _{'Not like they won't know.'}

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Arriving to the conclave in time was something of a miracle, what with the incessant teasing going on between the two of them along the way there. However, as disheveled as they were, her more-so than him it seemed, and the stench of liqour and sex clinging to the fibers of their person, they walked through the doors of the room rented out specifically to house the gods for this dog and pony show. It was all just a way to throw blame onto one another in the event that something horrendous took place, of gods forbid they take the credit of something great. _{'We'd never hear the end of it,'} she was thrown back to a time when the Greeks took credit for all things, positive and negative. This was likely to be the same situation.

And just as she predicted, as soon as the two of them walked through those doors, one right after the other, they were under the gaze of a few, scrutinizing them - for the better part of knowing their dalliances or not, Tlazolteotl couldn't care less. She was not one to shy away from the spotlight. However, it was one god's thoughts and input she craved the most. If nothing else than to get him riled up and a tad bit jealous. A long shot, yes, but worth a shot regardless. As she walked through the room she took note that she was seated next to her late night confidante. Subtly be damned as she sent Hathor a thumbs up, which she's almost positive resulted in an eye roll from the goddess; Tlazolteotl was sure to get an earful in the near future. For now, she was content in glancing back over towards the Herald of the gods, desperately hoping that she had at least made some sort of impression on him. The same way he did all those years ago...

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_______________________________________________ 𝒫𝒽𝑜𝒾𝒷𝑒 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 | pansexual | oct 23 | salem massachusetts | #AF2251 ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ twenty one | ♂ | 5'5" | 131 lbs ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ + confident | observant | cool, calm & calculating | ambitious - arrogant | bitchy & irritable | manipulative | questionable & untrustworthy ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ α p p є α r α n c є ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏ ɢᴏᴛʜ ɢɪʀʟ. Curvaceous, thicc girl with a little pudge that she pretends not to care about but is constantly on the lookout for remedies to fix. sigh another time, perhaps. standing at a whopping 5'5 - 5'8"+ depending on her shoes. long, wavy locks the color of fresh ink - not unlike the ink littering her body - cascades down to the middle of her upper back, the underside is buzzed short. but the length is kept atop her head so that she can look somewhat presentable; should high society call for it. skin permanently kissed by the sun that gives her a subtle bronze glow, creating the illusion that her tattoos are alive. breathing even. depending on how you look at them. some observable, some not so easily spotted. freckles dot her body, but the more noticeable ones would be the ones that occupy the space under her eyes and atop her cheeks. she's actually quite pleased and proud of those. her eyes a mossy green, but when the light catches it juuuuust right, they almost seem like crystallized honey. Full lips, always painted in some shade of color, typically in darker tones; but she isn't one to be too picky. full brows, long lashes - all natural - she'll be the first to assure you. though, should she choose to pay for such amenities, she totally could. her septum is pierced along with sporting dolphin piercings. Phoibe can be spotted strolling through the town or on campus in her usual attire of what looks to be uncomfortable attire. though it is very much comfortable; at least it is to her. her fashion jumps around from being sleek and put together to being messy and grungy. she’s not a fan of preppy, frilly styles. fishnets and other leggings and hosiery is a staple. she has a small collection of platformed shoes of different style - but a collection nonetheless. Rings and different necklaces and bracelets line her appendages. something that she is prone to fiddling with whenever the subconscious need arises which is a lot of the time. very much plays into the wiccan and romani vibes that she embraces of her culture. ➽➽➽➽ Patience is a virtue; one that she toes the line with. Especially when it comes to the bible thumpers in town... ➽➽➽➽ Tight, enclosed spaces are NOT her friend. She will do anything she can in order to prevent being in a situation that would call for small spaces. She even sleeps with her doors - and sometimes windows - open. It's gotten better since her youth. But one doesn't just simply forget the feeling of being buried alive ➽➽➽➽ "Suffers" from Tritanopia; a type of blue-yellow color blindness. It doesn't really affect her day to day unless she's needed to distinguish colors that she struggles with | blue and green, red and purple, yellow and pink ➽➽➽➽ she doesn't like listening to people talk for longer than a few minutes so she interrupts all the damn time, stops paying attention, gets restless or just walks away completely ➽➽➽➽ has the tendency to overshoot, normally doesn't disappoint, but she aims higher than she should and is always trying to impress people [ this usually results in long lectures about arrogance or the possibility of failure to which she responds with "But did I fail? No." ] ➽➽➽➽ There haven't been many people who Phoibe hasn't been able to con, blackmail charm into purchasing some kind of service and / or good from her and her family's little in-home shop. ➽➽➽➽ Phoibe is really good with calculations and not just with numbers ➽➽➽➽ She can read your palm, give lessons on love and relationships, tell the future in your cards... a lot of cliche "gypsy" practices though there is something about it all that is electrifying and sparks up her spine anytime she puts her talents to use | she's damn good at it and can play it off just well enough that no one can tell is it real? or she just that good at playing the right notes? ➽➽➽➽ She is well versed in Romani spells and curses, talismans and holistic approaches to the different situations life throws. Something she is very proud of. It's all an ancestral and heritage nuance according to her family; but she knows the truth and is so tangled into the lore and history and learning of it all she can't simply stop - now can she? ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ ♡ spicy foods ♡ getting tattoos & piercings pain kink? ♡ the smell of gasoline ♡ getting what she wants ♡ dark chocolate ♡ impressing people ♡ horrible, trashy B rated horror films ☒ sequin ☒ eating noises ☒ not getting her way ☒ scratching records ☒ white wine ☒ midday boredom ☒ daytime tv ➽➽➽➽ snooping around town, always looking for spooky and supernatural ➽➽➽➽ tarot and palm reading to anyone at the campus ➽➽➽➽ collecting crystals & enamel pins ➽➽➽➽ hiking around town, around the beach and near the edge of the town is probably her favorite spots ➽➽➽➽ depression, superiority complex, mental instability that goes untreated and misdiagnosed as multiple personalities it's the spirits, honest! claustrophobia

➽➽➽➽ absolutely not. what's the point? especially since it wasn't in the returned spot when she went to grab and use it herself. she would however make sure it wouldn't roll back into her once she turned her back to it. like sticking up on the curb of a median where there's those little grass patches? yeah. there. it's just chaotic neutral enough. ➽➽➽➽ she injured her right knee when she was younger; slipped on some barnacles down by the wharf and it never healed properly. so, when the weather is cold and acting up, so does her knee - slight limp, agitated swelling that sort of thing ➽➽➽➽ hates the idea of crying in front of anyone. will avoid it at all costs ➽➽➽➽ always fidgets with her lip piercings when bothered or nervous ➽➽➽➽ her major at Blackmoore is Business Management with a minor in Paranormal Science / Parapsychology ➽➽➽➽ natural born peddler and will blackmail and swindle you of your coin or other valuables ➽➽➽➽ Phobes has tried numerous times seven to be exact to sell Leader some sick looking crystals, a personal talisman bauble, as well as the ever essential loose tea leaves - both for their special properties and strictly to enjoy when the need arises. All in vain; probably why she was so attracted to them. They were the only one to successfully withstand her snake-oil salesman charm. ➽➽➽➽ What would it take to convince them to kill an innocent person?: she thinks she's already done so. she would have to be fully convinced that they are or would be a danger to her and those she holds close. ➽➽➽➽ Would they ever resort to cannibalism in a desperate situation?: if it was absolutely necessary, she s'pposes so. ➽➽➽➽ Would they ever resort to cannibalism in a non-desperate situation?: no, not willingly. ➽➽➽➽ Does your character enjoy inflicting pain upon others, or having pain inflicted upon them?: a little bit of both. because there are those who absolutely deserve the unrelenting crack of a whip. and not always in a good way. as it pertains to herself? with the amount of tattoos and piercings she has, there has to be some kind of kink involved in it all. right? ➽➽➽➽ Has your character ever committed any crimes? If so, what were they? How severe?: ∴ arson tho she wasn't caught ∴ breaking and entering ∴ trespassing ∴ theft ∴ possession of illegal substances ∴ peddling stolen goods ∴ murder ??? ➽➽➽➽ Everyone wants something from someone and always at a steal. It just so happens that I happen to get exactly what I want at exactly the right price. Toss around a few blackmailed secrets here and there, planting and picking up little tells, eerily accurate readings and you can get these Bible pushers to do almost anything you want. There isn't anything that can't be leveraged out of the people of Blackharbour. They just need the right... motivation. ➽➽➽➽ If the world ended, or was about to end, what would they do?: Anything and Everything and Nothing at all. Drugs, sex, vandalism... small time shit. Really? I just want to have some me time. Enjoy a fresh danish from the cafe down the street, not the mainstreamed one. Ew, they don't make anything right. The mom and pop shop. Swindle a few poor suckers out of their last dime, for old times sake~ before curling up with my favorite set of cards at the Leap, overlooking the water. Peaceful. Routine. Organized in all the chaos. ➽➽➽➽ Would they like to be a Hero?: Absolutely not. Phoibe Graves isn't anyone's hero. Not even her own. To suggest the question proves you know nothing about the youngest Graves child. ➽➽➽➽ Technically Catholic, but part of the open societal faith that "they are all stars scattered in the sight of God" so take that as you will... ➽➽➽➽ On a scale of 1 to 10, how strong is their Faith in that which they worship?: About a 7. There's clearly room for improvement. Everything can be improved upon. I suppose even myself... but why would I do that? ➽➽➽➽ On a scale of 1 to 10, how strong is their Faith in themselves?: A rocking 11 baby. I'm the queen. ➽➽➽➽ On a scale of 1 to 10, how strong is their Faith in others?: In a select few? Its roughly an 8... like the Club. I can safely measure them in that range. However, my faith in others is more of a 5 or lower. No one is truly worthy of my time, unless ye be worthy. ➽➽➽➽ Does your character consider themselves a sinner?: Who among us is not? ➽➽➽➽ Why?: Her thoughts alone; the fact that she is willing to blackmail, swindle, trick and con people out of their money for simple tips and tricks and not feel the slightest bit guilty. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▿ ▵ ▿ ▵ what the hell happened... Phoibe Graves, seventh daughter of a seventh daughter. The epitome of cursed. Originally hailing from Salem, Mass. she and the rest of her family moved to Blackharbour when she was about eleven. Strange place with even stranger people coming into their town soiling their wholesome Christian values with their Romani ways. Of course the Graves were seen as nothing more than a stain to their society. But that didn't stop the locals from seeking the family's guidance and counsel and herbs when it suited them the most. It's not like they were complaining, money was money and if these pretentious Blackharbour folk were willing to part with it, so be it. They had already arrived to the town with a fair amount of coin lining their own velvet pockets, but there was always more to be had. Taking up residence upon the top of the Leap in Hightown. The monetary status of the family seemed to have helped them within the societal brackets with the locals. Something they were pleased with. The family has made their wealth in a multitude of ways; her father was a broker by trade, always flying out for business, never could be one to stay in one spot for longer than a weekend. Her mother; a Madame of their ancestral craft, which is just a fancy way of saying she's a really, REALLY good con-artist. Though there is some truth to things she spouts off and peddles. It's not like the marks are going to be able to tell either way. The first three Graves children were victims of childhood illnesses and didn't live much past the age of five. Her two eldest sisters however, they continue to live in Salem and will stop by every now and again - only if to beg for money. They didn't inherit the craft their mother so lovingly offered to teach. Instead they married and live lives as stay at home mothers with blogs. Ugh. The only other daughter that lives there in Blackharbour, is one that did learn the craft alongside Phoibe. Talented she is, though there is an ever ongoing competition between the two girls as to who is the better. Something that results in a lot of arguments and petty disagreements. None in front of the customers. The Graves women host their clients in the parlor room on the first floor of their three storied Victorian home. Incense burners, hanging from the ceiling as well as position in pots of varying sizes around the room, silks and other fine and soft linen draped across the backs of chairs and walls. Pillows of different decor and styles line the floors and backs of wicker and wood chairs, tables here and their stationed almost like shelves would in a store aisle, littered with a multitude of different trinkets and baubles and tomes and books. Things for show or things to be sold and bought? Why not both? If it is to help ease the troubled and weary souls that come walking in through their doors looking for help, then so be it. Joining the Occult Club wasn't something she actively searched for. It was by pure happenstance that she came across the little haven for souls such as hers. The leader, as they liked to refer to themselves, was an enigma in their own right. But who among them wasn't? Wasn't that the whole point of them starting up this club? She soon found out that, no. That was not the original purpose. But it soon could be... the lot of them got along well. Almost too well. Phoibe was in a constant state of practicing her pitches and tactics to get the other members to buy into her bullshit Faith. A lot of the times it worked, save for a few Adept. It was a safe space, but also a place that made the chaos within the seventh of the seventh feel as if there wasn't any chaos to be had that she didn't actively seek out herself. And that made the coolness within her thaw just a bit.

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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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ᴄᴏᴍᴜs & ʜᴇʟ; ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ

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After having laughed her way out of the bathroom Comus made sure to snatch a few more pieces of bacon on her way out the door, dodging a petite redhead that looked a little too peppy for even Coco's liking. She did however have her hands full and Comus is nothing if not generous. A quick, "Let me help you with those," was falling from her pale painted lips and she was grabbing one of the cups from the young woman’s grip, not at all ignorant of the pointed stares she was granted. Some mumbled words of thanks were uttered and before anything else could transpire, Comus planted a quick kiss to her cheek and she was out the front door.

The crisp autumn air bit at her exposed skin and she was kicking herself for forgoing her leather jacket back at the Acropolis, “Skatá...” the warmth in her hands doing nothing to help keep the chill from traveling up her spine, nipples hardened from the exposure.

Comus continued on her way through the streets, bobbing and weaving through the steadily growing crowds occupying the Seattle sidewalks. Mortals are too busy with their noses in the phones either catching up on the latest news and trends or conversing with late night lovers and friends alike. It didn’t matter, it was all the same. The coffee in her hands was quickly downed and just taking up space in her grasp, something to do with her hands as she strode towards the university.

Flashes of the last conclave meeting jumped to the forefront of her mind, souring her mood. How could she forget that the Morrigan, along with half a dozen other gods, threw her name into the lotteries accused of starting the last great war. _{’Gamiméno geloío’} Which must have translated quite easily to her features because she garnered more than a few uncomfortable glances her way. _{Honestly it could have just been her attire, it was a lot of older mortals who were the ones to give the odd looks...} She wasn’t alone with her thoughts for very long, having noticed a black Mercedes tail her a good two blocks ago. The vehicle slowed down and as soon as the grecian beauty spotted the driver the muscles in her body began to ease out of their tension. At least somewhat. “Heya Hel, you come here often?” Body language teasing and suggestive just as her tone, but what was anyone to expect coming from Comus? Chastity and naïveté?

“Not really.” Hel answered through the opened passenger seat window with a faint smile, ignoring the suggestive tone Coco was using entirely. Her features hadn’t changed in the last few decades. Her eyes were still sunken and sullen, yet the sapphire color in them was bright and full of life. As if she was both deadly tired and brimming with energy. She looked pale and gaunt, and had seemingly forgone make-up all together. None the less there was an icy beauty to her still. The goddess looked at Comus with a worried expression. Like a mother who had finally found her child after a long night searching. “Do you want a lift? I was told it’s cold today…” The car would’ve been as cold as well, as Hel rarely felt the freezing temperatures of Seattle during winter. It was only after she spotted the half-dressed goddess that she began to blast hot air throughout the car. Though again, she could hardly gauge how warm it was now. “…and a girl like you shouldn’t walk alone on the streets.” There wasn’t an ounce of chastisement in her voice. Only worry and kindness. On the speaker system of the car you could hear the soft, droning Norse music Hel was so fond of, and of which she had been slowly and softly singing along for the past half hour.

The dark, dry sounds of the culturally appropriate music seemed to calm the small turmoil within her as she just smiled towards the older woman, “A ride would be lovely.” With the door soon unlocked, Comus found herself climbing into the luxury car, the leather seats squeaking under her movements and she stifled a chuckle, the gang would have made an inappropriate comment at the noise alone. Like she would be any better. As soon as the seat belt clicked into place Hel pulled away from the curb and they were off down the road.

It was very unlike Comus to be silent in the presence of others, but there was just something about hitching a ride with Hel, specifically, that just felt like she was riding with her mother to school. There was a calmness in the relatively silent cab, enough to prickle the hair on the back of her neck. It just felt like she was in trouble. Like she had been caught sneaking out in the middle of the night. “So, uh, what do you think the meeting’s about this time?” Coco tried to keep her voice even, body threatening to sink into the warmth surrounding her, but she couldn’t afford to lower her guard in the company of a god from another pantheon. Even if it was Hel.

The ruler of Helheim had no such reservations. Ancient prophecies that foretold her and her kin’s doom now served as her protection. She couldn’t be present at Ragnarok if something had happened to her. And the prophecies were clear in her presence. At least at the start. Instead of guarded she felt good, happy perhaps, to help out a fellow deity. Mortals were… tough to care for at times. The dead were easier. There was more time, more patience, more space of kindness and understanding. It gave her purpose and satisfaction. Not a day went by that she did not yearn to return to her frozen realm. In that place, there was even room for silence. Comfortable, contemplating silence. Quite akin to the silence inside the car.

Which was soon broken by Comus. Hel did not blame her for it, though she was much worse at small talk than silence. “I don’t… know for sure.” The goddess of the dead admitted. Some time ago she thought she felt something happen. An unnatural shiver had traveled through her whole body. It felt like an omen of something terrible. Something grim, even though she could not pinpoint what it exactly was. Though she did not want to laden the pretty goddess with such grim thoughts. “So how are you doing… In Seattle, I mean?” She said, attempting to switch the subject, with a reassuring smile. While at the same time hoping the girl was comfortable. Was she warm?

Being asked about herself was something Comus was good at. Great even, if she were to brag. Which she did. It also helped that speaking about something that wasn’t conclave related was just what she needed to keep her mind off of the shit show that was bound to take place within the hour. Taking a steadying breath she began spewing anything and everything; it wasn’t until she paused for air that she grimaced at the thought that maybe she was talking too much. She knew enough about the goddess to know that she wasn’t one for the company of the living, at least not in the same ways that Comus was, and therefore wouldn’t really care to listen to her recalling the time that the party squad got shitfaced and tried to extra money from an ATM using Yugi-Oh cards, or the armpit smelling competitions that take place a little too often for her liking.

“Sorry…” she muttered under her breath turning to look out the car window, head in her hands. The comfort of the car’s warmth was well appreciated and she made sure to mention it to the goddess before another small silence engulfed them. But silence begets thinking. And in this instance it is not something that Comus desires, so she once again breaks into the space between them, words tumbling from her mouth as she slowly turns her attention back to the blonde woman, “So, umm, what about you? How’s Seattle been for you? I mean, you must be doin’ well to be driving this baby around on a daily!” Affectionately running her fingers over the stitching of the seat beneath her a reminder that not all the gods were on equal footing here amongst the mortals. A bittersweet thought.

The next few minutes were quiet again. Hel was about to tell Comus she could keep talking if she wanted, when the Greek goddess turned the tables on her. One thing Hel genuinely just sucked at was talking about herself. What was happening in her life? Same old really. Talking with the dead. Tending to the cemetery. Dissecting bloody corpses. Cooking, a little bit. Now that she started thinking about it, those were the same things she did before in Washington. Before that only the dissections were new. And before that… nothing changed. She came to earth and just started working in graveyards. Waiting for the inevitable to happen while simultaneously trying to keep her mind off it. “I… guess not much had changed.” She admitted, rather absentmindedly. “Just same old routine.” No sleep. Only work. Hel couldn’t remember the last time she had slept. It must’ve been early spring...her eyes grew a little heavy. Realizing how long it’s been. Was she tired? What even was tired? Maybe tired was her normal now? Could she know?

Tires shrieked, horns were honked, lights flashed. Hel’s eyes went wide open. Realizing at the pivotal second that she was about to slam into the car coming from the other side. She swerved, dodging the car. Turning sideways. G-force threw her against her own door. Momentum threw the Mercedes towards the parked cars on the side of the road. Incomprehensible computer systems took over. Making sure all four screeching tires remained on the ground. The steering wheel was flung the other way as Hel slammed and pulled every break there was in the car. It stopped, standing straight on the road again. It all happened in less than six seconds. The car she had nearly rammed passed her showing something obscene. She hadn’t seen it though. She was still shocked, wide eyed and breathing heavily behind the wheel.

An elated shout had escaped her lightly painted lips as soon as Comus could feel the jolting of the vehicle beneath her, as if she were in the first cart of a roller coaster, and she had just hit the tippy-top and the drop was soon to follow. Along with her shrieks of joy and merriment Comus threw her arms into the air, or at least as high as she could given the cramped confinement of the cab. With the car back in it’s forward facing position, both goddesses staring straight ahead, clothing ruffled, hair tousled, Comus could feel the shock coming off in waves from the woman beside her. “What a rush,” she squealed brushing her tresses from her face and turning to look to the driver, ”Hey, you alright? You look like death warmed over…” a small chuckle passing through her at the senseless joke.

It took a second before Hel had processed everything. Including what Comus had just said. She blinked three times before she shook herself up from the daze. “Yeah… yeah I’m alright. I’m…- I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to get you in danger.” Slowly she started the engine again and continued driving. Wide awake now. When they were on a straight bit of the road she turned to look at Coco. “Are you okay? Did you hit your head? Not feeling dizzy? Not feeling nauseous? Tell me if something’s wrong.” Guilt washed over Hel, which was quickly turned into overly motherly worry which she projected towards the young-looking goddess. She kept up the barrage of questions, asking about every specific body part and if ached, felt warm, felt numb, broken, bruised, stiff. Pondering on whether or not she should just turn around and head for the ER. Perhaps luckily for the both of them the college where the conclave was to be held was looming in the distance.

“Whoa, whoa!” Comus turned in her seat so she could face her, “I’m OK. Seriously. If anything I’m feeling more like myself because of it!” She didn’t need to elaborate, she hoped, for the other goddess to catch her meaning, though she was honestly a little more than grateful for the near death experience. It energized her. Refreshed her, similar to the ragers she and the others throw and partake in. Makes her live like she did in the old days, when she was free for the most part to cause chaos as she saw fit because she was bored and it was something fun to do. Something that that cup of coffee from this morning could never hope to hold a candle to.

As the adrenaline coursed through her veins she was vaguely aware of the motherly tones and concern being shown to her. Something that she wouldn’t forget. It was something not even her own mother would have shown her - let alone her father. _{’No… gotta remember that he’s trying… not like he knew...’} Her heart thumping, skin prickled with goosebumps not associated with the chill of the outside air and her nerves buzzing she reached forward and grabbed Hel’s hand with both of her own and gave her a reassuring squeeze, “Thank you.” was the only thing she could coherently utter that would convey her sentiment to her. She hoped at least, spotting the university’s parking lot come into view.

“Are you sure?” Hel pressed at first. Though then she realized to whom she was talking to. The rebel. The living embodiment of excitement. What just happened… Yeah. It made sense. In a weird way. “Okay. Okay.” Hel repeated, reassuring herself as much as she tried to reassure Comus. She tried to take deep breaths to calm herself down a little. To little avail really. The guilt didn’t want to go away. Not until Coco took her hand. Hel nearly jolted from the touch. But then she relaxed. Her nerves calmed down as the girl thanked her. With conjured up a small smile on Hel’s face. Somewhat at ease she pulled up into the university’s parking lot and found a spot to squeeze the car into a parking spot.

When the two goddesses got out, it instantly drew the attention of everyone in sight. A big black car. Two hotties, one clearly older than the other. One dressed… provocatively. It raised questions. Hel didn’t care. “Oh wait!” She quickly said as Comus got up. She opened the car’s back door and pulled out a long, thick, high-class wool coat. It probably didn’t look as edgy or rebellious as the leather jacket Comus no doubt wore. Nonetheless Hel threw it over the car at Coco. “To keep you warm to the door and well… in case you decide to take a walk after this is done.” She said with a small smile. Ready to let the goddess of parties go. Surely she wouldn’t want to walk into the Conclave next to Hel. At least not if she wanted to keep up a reputation. Hel wasn’t sure if she did. Still, few people chose to be near her for very long. It was normal. She cared for them. Nurtured them if possible. And then she let them go.

Looking down at the coat gripped in her clutches, the soft yet coarse fur brushing under the tips of her fingers, Comus couldn't help the swell in her chest. The warmth of the fabric she slipped over the sheer mesh she wore, was little compared to the pure concern radiating off of the older blonde. That alone made Comus’ heart soften ever so slightly, as she nodded and bundled herself a little deeper into the coat tossing a “I’ll catch you inside,” over her shoulder before she began her trek towards the meeting.

It didn’t take her nearly as long as she thought it would have, to find the room where the Morrigan had decided to set up shop this go around. Upon entering the room Comus could feel the heat pouring off of her body, the heater must have been kicked into overdrive, that coupled with the amount of other bodies in the room made for a very, very warm Coco. She removed Hel’s coat, making a mental note to return it to her when she walked in. It was sure to raise some brows. For now, she preoccupied herself with stealing a few sour gummies from Hermes before sitting towards the back of the room, feet propped up on the table in front of her, legs crossed at the ankles.

Hel watched Comus go for a bit, until she turned around to lean against the car. From her pocket she pulled a cigarette and lit it. Billowing out that first puff of smoke. She didn’t particularly like smoking. Nor did she love it. It was just something to do when you wanted to be alone but not appear that way. In the past century smoldering tobacco had become a loyal companion. It just allowed you to wait, in silence. When, after a slow burn, the cigarette was burned up she put it away. Ready to be thrown out in a bin, not on the ground. People who did that disgusted Hel. With that, enough time should’ve passed to appear as if she and Coco had come in separately. To her own surprise, still quite a few heads turned to look at her. Probably assuming she was some hot guest speaker. It didn’t take long before she found the room to which The Morrigan had called them. Probably thanks to the fanfarious way others had entered, Hel could slip in almost unseen. Quietly making her way to her spot.

As soon as Comus caught sight of the goddess who was generous enough to pick her up earlier that morning she jumped up from her lounging position in the back of the room and made a beeline towards where Hel had sat down, coat in hand. “Hey,” she called out to the woman, a small smile on her lips, free arm waving erratically. As erratically as one could in a room slowly filling up. In no time at all she was besides her intended target, shifting the coat between arms, choosing to instead hold it out to her, “Thanks again, for well, everything this morning. It was a shit ton more fun than me just wandering around the city. Next time you wanna crash a car, lemme know, ‘k?” Coco couldn’t keep the laugh from bubbling up, a small indication that the adrenaline from earlier was still present.

For a second Comus startled the goddess. She didn’t expect to be approached right now. Perhaps only by her father? Not by the young goddess though. “Oh…” She said, completely surprised by the kindness of Coco. Though it made her smile a little bit as well. Quite embarrassed she looked down at the carpet as Comus mentioned the near-car crash. “I will.” She joked, before looking up to face Coco. “And if you ever need a lift, just call me.” Hel took the coat, but then wrapped her arms around Coco to give her a deep, close hug. Sadly, Hel was not known for her warm hugs. The embrace of the dead had a chilling effect. No matter how much her heart wanted to give hugs that were comfortable and pleasant, they’d always be frigid. Numbing, when they have to. But not always. Realizing that, she quickly released Comus again. “I’m sorry. I-I should take my place. Take care Comus.” With that said she gave her a small kiss on the cheek and passed her by to find her seat.

The feeling of Hel’s abrupt embrace was something that she didn’t expect, as cold and chilling as it was, causing the eruption of gooseflesh to coat her skin, there was something about it that picked at the back of her mind. It wasn’t like the embrace of a lover, nor really and truly that of a friend. Something a little deeper. If she weren’t mistaken - which wasn’t often - OK yes all the time it was vaguely reminiscent of what a familial embrace should feel like. Comus had felt herself melting into the feeling, enjoying it a little too much. However, she didn’t get to enjoy it for too long, before she knew it Hel was pulling away and placing a quick peck to her cheek and moving away. Comus was operating on autopilot as she turned and began heading back to her previous seat, and just sit back, munch down on the danish she snatched up, that great uncle Zeus was so gracious to provide, and wait for the shit show to begin.

_{collab with @Legion02}

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🍑 peach blossom 🍑

xxx 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ tak jin-kyu 𝓐𝓰𝓮 & 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ twenty two; apr 20 '98 𝓩𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ aries ☼ capricorn ☾ pisces ↗ 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ male; he / him 𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ bisexual 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ gang-nam-gu, seoul, south korea 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ peach blossom 𝓜𝓪𝓳𝓸𝓻 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ graphic illustrations & business management 𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ sung jin park	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Virtues Adaptable Fun-loving Ambitious Creative Vices Self Indulgent Destructive Impatient Troublemaker Hip Hop and Punk music blasting in the apartment. A vile of "poison" around the neck. Finds himself wandering the streets, the halls and the corridors on campus, no destination in mind. Cocky and thinks that he’s the best. Because he is. Duh. Always sports a leather jacket. Plotting revenge is a favorite past time. Sweet and charming one second then cutthroat the next. Life plans laid out since birth; though if you were to ask him he'd give a shrug and flip you off. Don't ask him. He doesn't know what he wants. Just that it isn't what his family wants. Lives for the thrill of the chase. He's the wolf, no questions asked. Rough sex anyone? Domination is key. Rebel without a cause. Mediocre grades due to lack of care. Sharp tongue and clear intentions. Drinking till he’s on the floor passed out. Don’t ever get on his bad side. 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The peach blossom is considered a flower that shares its beauty with the other flowers of the same tree, so they are given a meaning of generosity and true love (not possessive love). The peach blossom is the second son of a hospitality conglomerate, and not in line to inherit any of the responsibilities that come with the wealth save for the family name. Having an older brother to shoulder the brunt of the expectations has afforded him a life of luxury sans stress where his parents let him get away with most of anything turning him into quite the troublemaker. As time passed his rowdy days were traded in for nonchalance and carried into a dating lifestyle that has left him with a host of very upset ex-girlfriends. Tak Jin-Kyu, second born and all around black sheep. Well, when compared to his older brother Ho-Jun. However, Jin doesn't hold that against Ho-Jun. It isn't his fault his father and mother place these unrealistic expectations on all their kids. Being the eldest, a lot of the pressure is placed on him rather than on Jin, allowing him to do as he saw fit whenever he wanted. Rebellious Tendencies and Jin go hand in hand with one another. Originally his outlet for his rowdy and rambunctious nature was through skateboarding. When you've ground down on enough pipe and thrashed your hands and knees as much as he has in this golden city, full of the wealthy and well to - do, than you would wanna find another outlet too. That's when he found his love for art. More specifically, inking and tattooing. He's always been entranced by the way the lines look marking skin; creating a masterpiece from scratch to have on someone else's body forever? Kickass. He didn't trade in shredding half pipes for sitting behind a drafting table, at least not permanently, Jin just likes to keep busy. It gets him outta the house when he doesn't want to be near his family - not to mention it's what everyone deems an "appropriate creative outlet". He's gone through his rebellious stage and swears it's come to a head and that he is not the same person he was then. Deadass liar. There are just some things that can't be outgrown so easily. Jin is very personable and charismatic and people are drawn to him because of it. However, he is an asshole and that isn't something he hides. His rowdiness has mellowed out somewhat and switched gears into a more nonchalant phase; where he almost seems impassive or just meh about things. In reality this boy cares. Just about things that interest him. If you aren't one of those things then... yeesh. Deuces. Though he's got a less than spotless record, Jin is nothing if not generous. Just ask any of his past lovers. On strictly that, don't bother asking them if he was long term material or not. They'll say he wasn't isn't. HOWEVER, that isn't to say anything negative about how he lavishly showers his friends and lovers, hell even random strangers, with gifts. Typically buying rounds at the bar or hosting parties with the cabinets stocked and filled to the brim with anything that could be wanted. Though it is in those moments that he feels more like an outsider than one of the gang. As of late, he would rather sit on the balcony, smoking, sipping his drink and watch the lights of the city than to partake in the party shenanigans just a few meters away. His new nonchalance helps in staving away unwanted company. Jin is the bad influence. Not matter how generous he seems. The devil comes disguised as everything you could ever want, right? He enjoys things that take him out of his reality and gives him a reprieve of his mental demons. So, music, skateboarding, getting a new tattoos and some innocent tagging here and there - it's all a welcomed reprieve for him. Though he would be remiss to say that he isn't looking for someone who could make it all worth it...

Untitled 'Occult Club' Mystery/Horror/Supernatural Roleplay

I'm interested in a club member position if that's still available?

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Tlazōlteōtl, Filth Goddess

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Tlalli " Lalli " Teotl 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 27 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Owner of a strip club; The Jade Jaguar	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Charismatic Vivacious Ambitious 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Impatient Self Indulgent Unapologetic 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To be loved. Actually, truly loved. Never having to worry of being used and tossed aside as she has been for the last so many years. Love for the sake of love and not for anything else. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Trapped in an endless cycle of loneliness. She fears that the ones she is closest too are using her for her talents and gifts and therefore keeps everyone at arms length. Never truly trusting anyone and their intentions. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Tlazōlteōtl 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of Filth 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Huaxtec - Aztec

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Highly sought after among her people, Tlazōlteōtl inspired many a new vicious desires all the while being the one to forgive and cleanse those sins. It was a delicious cycle. They would come to her, seeking pleasure, basking in their sinful desires before the glory of battle and then the morning after, before taking off to war they would seek her forgiveness. Praying to her for her to bless and purify them. All of which she would bestow, a whispered promise to see them again when they returned. However, just as easily as she could be enjoyed and her sin encouraged, she was still a Goddess who would afflict those around her with diseases should they ever indulge themselves in things they shouldn't. Though, she would be remiss if she didn't encourage the sinful nature of mortals all for the sake of devouring them; thus purifying the poor soul in the process. Through this she helped create harmony within the communities. A lonely life to only be sought after, used and then forgotten. Until the next time.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Tlazōlteōtl couldn't have been more elated to be walking among those that worshiped the ground of which she walked. Basking in the lust and unwavering adoration to her, their Goddess of Purification and Sin. It hit differently, now that she was physically there, a higher being among mortals. Taking on the same skin as them, flesh of the Earth. Bound to everything the world has to offer and in such a permanent way. After a time, it all began to grow stale. It didn't help that her most devoted were soon wiped from the face of the soil she now called home. And a time, her wrath plagued the area of which they used to reside. Time has now passed since, and though her anger is far from smothered, she is at least bolstering it to mingle with the mortals still around.

Sin isn't going away any time soon, so she's noticed, and with the ever changing times new desires crop up at the drop of a hat. Though with all the lust and desires that come creeping up to her, she is without true companionship and love. A void located within her chest. She's taken many a lover throughout her time on Earth - many - though the tendrils of desperate loneliness strangle her soul, squeezing until it's too difficult to breathe. She's resided herself to the notion that she may never be more than anything but a sin eater and though it is far from what she desires, she has learned to push past it. To a degree. For now, she does what she does best, having obtained an old strip club from a longtime customer of her own services, bring out the filth of those around her and take their guilt and applying a more favorable purification on their aching souls.

If anything, Tlazōlteōtl is getting her fill, and business is booming.

Tlazōlteōtl's Relations

based entirely upon @fledermaus's template

TLAZOLTEOTL RELATIONSHIPS
TLAZOLTEOTL RELATIONSHIPS

★ 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✿ 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 • ❤ 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✖ 𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢

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CENTEOTL
 CENTEOTL

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{My son, nopil, never was there a mother who was more proud of their child than i am of you. you brought our people such sustenance. Centeotl was very important to the Aztecs and their culture. a young god - but nonetheless vital. bringing forth the maize so that they could survive and thrive. Lalli had never loved anyone or anything in the way that she loved and adored her only child. he was her everything. she was finally able to love and be love wholly. until the day, after being condemned to their current, mortal selves, he was killed. the amount of grief that consumed the goddess was insurmountable and for a time a couple of decades at least she mourned. going on benders, ranging from drink and drug to outright violent acts of rage... all in the company of one Ares. it was the first official bonding experience for the two of them. and through him and their mutual grief and acceptance for the most part she was able to push forward. doesn't mean she misses him any less. though, she did get revenge on the one who killed her child. "saniyo uikpa yeika achiueyak se ihkuak tikpia loaned teuantin nik sese okse. achto timeetkeh oksepa..." | "only for so short a while you have loaned us to each other. before we meet again"}

XOCHIPILLI
 XOCHIPILLI

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Little brother, iccauhtli, picking petals are you...? they have a pretty solid relationship all things considered. typical sibling rivalries and spats galore, poking fun at one another until they're both laughing messes; never failing to come back together by the end of it all. but no one picks on him but her. someone whom she loves with her every fiber, but will also argue with until the world collapses on itself. always seeking him out when she can, always the big sister, the tehueltiuh. he doesn't so much as need her but she's not one to listen to his complaints. the subject of debate between the two of them is how they both seem to own and operate similar styled clubs. and so close to one another as well. Lalli likes to pull the older sibling card whenever she can in order to win the arguments. has even suggested combining the two clubs at some point. maybe it will happen? who is to say for certain...}

XOLOTL
 XOLOTL

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Big brother, icpol, you have dirt under your nails... probably the most solid of the aztec siblings. they are closer with one another, having experienced their fair share of being overlooked for the more favorable of the gods. looking at you, quetzalcoatl however that doesn't mean he isn't exasperated by her and her antics and mannerisms from time to time. she does that to people. he's always willing to offer up his services to her at the drop of a hat; something she hasn't needed to utilize for quite some time but never fails to bring her a sense of comfort nonetheless. secrets laughed about loudly at the expense of others with them two at the center of it all. they would make a fearsome duo should the need arise. for now, she's content with business as usual. never one to miss their weekly visits, always greeting with some knowing twinkle in her eyes.}

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HATHOR
 HATHOR

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{the best damn bartender Lalli has ever laid eyes upon. it helps that she's easy on the eyes. Lalli wouldn't deny that there is a certain allure to Hathor that originally attracted her, but she's never been one for subtlety to begin with. however, Lalli enjoys the goddess' presence it brings her unimaginable calmness. it's often that she seeks the wisdom and guidance of the Mistress of Life - hoping and sub-sequentially praying that she can help the Filth Goddess with finding true love. always taking the words to heart. they get along swimmingly and Lalli would be remiss to not call Hathor her best friend and closest confidant.}

ANUBIS
 ANUBIS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{an unlikely pair when first glance comes their way. however, the two of them get along just fine. and it's all thanks to Imentet, truly. if it hadn't been for her meddling the two would have strayed apart. Anubis doesn't take too well to social situations, but that is where she thrives most. so she sits and listens to him go on and on about how he doesn't truly need to have a license or have gone to school in order to judge people - he's been doing it for a millennia! and although it might annoy a lot of the others, Lalli absolutely agrees. who better to know about their jobs than the gods who designed the systems? they bond a lot over tea within the walls of the Little Marjoram. she just keeps a lot of her side businesses out of his ears if she can help it...}

IMENTET
 IMENTET

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{the one who grabbed Lalli by the shoulders and threw her into the fire. not literally, but she might as well have. being the owner and operator of her own tea shop that Lalli finds herself visiting four out of the seven days of the week. usually to catch up or gossip about the clients that stroll into the Jaguar during the week. it was because of Imentet, that Lalli even has a relationship with a lot of the other Egyptian pantheons. and for that, she is quite thankful. it helps that Imentet is easy enough to get along with. another one whom she keeps her side businesses hush hush around...}

^{_______________________________________} 𝐆 𝐑 𝐄 𝐄 𝐊 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ^{_______________________________________}

HADES
 HADES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{big bad boss man. well, sorta. Lalli has no official qualms with the god, but she definitely prefers dealing with Ares. Hades hardly steps foot into the Jade Jaguar unless it's a matter of the utmost importance. otherwise he can't be bothered to stop by for a drink and a dance.}

PERSEPHONE
 PERSEPHONE

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{sweet flower of a being. Lalli heard the rumors and stories circling the goddess and she feels... something along the lines of sympathy for her. however, it isn't something she goes around truly acknowledging. everyone's gone through some sort of hell since this all began... so, she actively ignores it. Lalli enjoys the life that Persephone brings and the flowers she cultivates and sells alongside the hot bean water. it warms her soul. not to mention, she makes for good company and enjoys the music she produces. to a certain degree.}

POSEIDON
 POSEIDON

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{always welcome within the walls of the Jade Jaguar. Lalli adores the god of the seas. she takes it upon herself to truly care for his bumbling ass. well, she dumps him on Hathor any chance she gets, but she does enjoy his company and the nonsense he spouts off when he's a few drinks in. she secretly listens to his podcasts but pretends she doesn't... but she hangs on to every words he says about all the cryptids - she likes listening to him talk. whether to her or to the dancers it's always entertaining.}

ARES
 ARES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{the best damn 'partner' she's ever encountered. the two of them go waaaaay back. when she lost her only child and he lost the love of his life - they were two weary souls hurting and going through turmoil. what better way to cure an aching heart? with gratuitous drink and sin and destruction. once the dust settled, they were then brought back together by illicit and illegal business. what had originally been thought to start off as a mutually beneficial business exchange was actually just a way for the small seeds of friendship, that had taken root many years before, to spread and grow into a close knit bond. they meet frequently. if not for just all around shenanigans and pure fuckery than it's for business. not that Lalli minds. she enjoys the War God's company in all forms.}

ATHENA
 ATHENA

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{there isn't a whole lot to say in regards to the wisdom and war goddess. though there are similarities within the deep recesses of their titles and what they could do and have done to the mortals - even the other immortals - Lalli doubts that Natalia would see it the same way. Both of them are on opposite sides of the law. they can be seen squaring up to one another, always trying to extract or catch the Jade Jaguar in the midst of something shady and illegal all in the hopes of catching Ares or better yet Hades. so far... it's been in vain. who knows what the future holds for the detective...}

DIONYSUS
 DIONYSUS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{what isn't to like about this party loving dude? he's part of the greek frat boys and therefore has some kind of connection with Lalli and her den of sin. how could he not when he isn't too far from the vices himself. aside from knowing the same circle of people and seeing him make an appearance in her establishment, they don't have many encounters. however, Lalli isn't above trying to recruit him as well as dancer or promoter for her club.}

HERACLES
 HERACLES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{frat dude and all around party-goer. he's the promotional poster golden boy for the Jade Jaguar. and someone Lalli enjoys having around. not only for the business he brings in, though that helps, he's the life of the party made flesh. a flirtatious relationship bordering on professional, she isn't above rules and moral ambiguity such as "not sleeping with employees". things like that are trivial and are put in place strictly to be broken. right? and who better to help cultivate that sinful debauchery he's got following him around than the owner herself?}

HERMES
 HERMES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{the epitome of fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me - as the old saying goes. isn't that right? so long ago, hermes had asked for her help in a long con. the catch? they needed to be romantically involved. simple enough, seeing who they were. however, she broke the one rule of no feelings. it had all just felt so real and she wanted it to be real more than anything. though, when the con ended, so too did their pseudo relationship, thus resulting in a slighted and heartbroken goddess. what's even worse, is he doesn't even realize exactly what he's done. somehow that makes it so much worse. but it isn't like she's going to bring it up. so, she dances around the feelings aspect anytime they're in the same room as one another. which is often, seeing as he likes to use her establishment when working a new mark. she doesn't mind. not really. but her exterior expression would say otherwise. she tries to be salty and petty and just an overall bitch to him. but she can't. not when he gives her those sweet, puppy eyes - she's a goner. Hermes can literally get away with anything when it comes to her.}

^{_______________________________________} 𝐘 𝐎 𝐑 𝐔 𝐁 𝐀 𝐍 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ^{_______________________________________}

SHANGO
 SHANGO

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{it's a love hate relationship between the two of them. Shango is more than welcome to use and utilize the amenities of the Jade Jaguar; but Lalli's charity only goes so far before she's going to come and collect. however, that time is not yet. so, for now, she's content with letting him sleep in the booths of the club after hours and serving him drinks and what food they can. they grate on each other's nerves, but so far it's all been empty threats.}

YEMOJA
 YEMOJA

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{she is someone who is always welcome within the establishment. offering to take in Yemoja and her followers - for a time. Lalli has a soft spot for the woman of the night and the coven she leads and so anytime she can help her out, Lalli does so. their interactions are pleasant enough for them and those around them.}

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Comus, festivities among others

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Coley "Coco" Merkouri [Naxos] 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 twenty four 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 model & rebellious party go-er	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Magnetic Boisterous Revelrous 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Chaotic Voracious Rebellious 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Live life to its fullest. Take all the chances this existence brings about, instill some chaos into the mortal realm. Wreck havoc and bask in it's glow. Just enjoy being a lil party lovin', vice consuming anarchist. Is that so much to ask for? 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 To be stuck in a constant state of ... blah. To being content with being a sheep among the masses. Living a humdrum day to day life as a ... mortal. Anything and everything is better than being content with basics, with the bare minimum. Comus will not be that person. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Comus | Κῶμος 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of festivity, revels, anarchy & chaos, nocturnal dalliances. The child and cup-bearer of Dionysus 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Greek

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Comus | Κῶμος doesn't remember her childhood. Just that it must have happened. Coming into existence for the sole purpose of bearing the cup; THE CUP, to her father, Dionyusus. A life of luxury. Or so most mortals, and even demi-gods would believe. Though, as the decades spanned into centuries and so on and so forth, the task of holding the drink of the drunk guy at the party was not something that Comus reveled in any longer. Bringing about anarchy and chaos when she finds herself bored or slighted. Stemming from the insanity of her old man. Like father like daughter, she s'pposes.

Comus was the child of a literal man-child. It was ... an interesting time, to say the least. She learned many a thing from her father; whom she's almost positive has no idea that she is his own seed made flesh. Tips and tricks on how to host festivities, to hold one's wine. Her favorite pastimes included breaking off into the mortal realm and hosting nocturnal dalliances for those who were lured by her charismatic nature. Those she had cultivated into her own perish of devotees. She was always a generous host, partaking in the revelries every chance given. Never one to pass up a good time. No matter the situation, consequences or cost...

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Chaos and Revelry go hand in hand. So long as it's Comus' hands. Which is what she was partaking in when most of the Gods were banished from Olympos. Not really one to bring down the mood of a good party, she went with the flow, basking in the afterglow of the merriment, dalliances and other debaucherous acts taking place in the realm of mortals. Normalcy was never something that appealed to the Goddess, and so while being banished from whatever home she had once had, she began a very nomadic lifestyle. Always seeking the next bigger and best thing. Anything to keep up her spirits. Or, if she was feeling too bored, something that required her undivided chaotic attention.

Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly

And Comus thrives in the chaos she descends upon the world.

Throughout the years, wandering the earth, Comus - now Coley - flitted through the changing seasons, adapting to the times. Festivities were still going strong, even during that one point in time where everyone seemed to die off cause of some plague... Coley made sure to stick to the countryside for that one. Europe was an awful place at the time. She doesn't recommend. But the Renaissance!? She thrived among the party-goers and midnight rendezvous, posing for many an artist and sculptors; bringing life to the Gods they so cherished, even this far east from her homeland. After some time, she realized that all forms of mediums would require a subject matter and so she offered herself up to those who needed a muse. For a price and for a time. Until she got bored and moved on.

Phoibe has never had an issue fitting in among the masses. Always sparking the initial life of the party, before passing the torch to someone in need of the limelight and going off to enjoy the excess for herself. But while she's been... "in the moment" of bacchanus occasions, she's caused more chaos than sometimes she likes to admit. Resulting in her having a wrap sheet of somewhat petty offenses. Murder may or may not have been among them. But it's not like she's wholly to blame for those. Anarchy comes with a price. Some were not willing to pay... Though time and time again she's found herself growing closer, in distance, to her old man. They seem to always find one another, even without meaning too. Though, she still doubts he even remembers her and her role in his previous life. Not that she cares. Why would she? She's done just fine with only his tutelage to refer back on.

It was very, very easy to uproot herself along with the obelisk, not like she had anything permanent to hold on to. However, she is noticing a lack of party scenes, not like there were on the east coast. There is, however, her fellow brethren to add some excitement into her current existence. Something they have dabbled in for quite some time. She's here for a good time... and quite a long time it seems. Might as well make the most of it.

Comus' Relations

★ 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✿ 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 • ❤ 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✖ 𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢

^{_______________________________________} 𝙶 𝚁 𝙴 𝙴 𝙺 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

PERSEPHONE
 PERSEPHONE

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{sweet, beautiful flower child - one that she enjoys company with and tries to corrupt at all times. all in good fun of course. she wouldn't wish any harm or negative actions to befall her most favored grandmother~ Coco missed out on a lot of bonding time back in the old days. so, now that they are together at last, and know of each other's existence, they spend a lot of time together. cuddle puddles courtesy of Hypnos and flower crowns for days. expect to find Coco relaxed and just chilling laying in her lap and enjoying the feeling of her fingers through her locks. one of the few people that she can be calm and still around and be content with it all.}

HADES
 HADES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{what isn't to love about the big bad ruler of the underworld? yeah, sure. OK he's got a few skeletons in his closet - but, Coco ain't a saint either. besides. they're greek. who among them doesn't? however, there is very little Coco wouldn't do for her grand-paps. having announced her lineage to him one day by waltzing into his office, plopping down in his chair and proclaiming she's his granddaughter was an epic way to begin their relationship. and she wouldn't have it any other way. is a little perturbed that he didn't show her any love in their old lives. though, she can't be too angry - it's not like he knew}

DIONYSUS
 DIONYSUS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{daddy dearest. she's spent her life resenting him, at least somewhat. there was that stint of time where she followed him like a good servant and student would follow their master. however, it doesn't change the fact that he didn't acknowledge her as his own. something that she didn't mention to him either - so it's on her too. but still! she can't be too furious with the guy. she learned so much from him that carried over into her own abilities and titles that the mortals worshiped her for. not to mention, he isn't the worst person to kick it with. she would even go so far as to say... fun. but don't tell him that. it would probably just feed his ego. she thoroughly enjoys his company and the wise wisdom he provides her on the stupidest shit. Coco cherishes it regardless. she definitely tries to drink him under the table. they should probably keep score on that...}

HYPNOS
 HYPNOS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{the first to know of Coco and her true identity before all. and though she comes to find this out later, she isn't upset by the knowledge. he is a primordial after all. even with all of this he is one of her closest confidants going to one another to enjoy and bask in some snuggle, cuddle parties. especially when she's on the verge of unconsciousness like she is prone to doing on a regular basis. it's him who she turns to - if he doesn't take initiative and drag her to his home - and there they collapse in his pitch black room and sleep. he provides the best place to relax - in more than one way poppies anyone? the best comfort support system. he's sometimes a little too against her and the party squads shenanigans, but he'll come around...}

HERMES
 HERMES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{prank master general. at least within the Greek pantheon. normally these two wouldn't ever hang out alone with one another. always accompanied by #thebois or other members of the pantheon family. though, there are the times where one will get a prank idea rolling around in their mind and seek the other out for their assistance. heck, Hermes has even offered to take her under his wing and teach her the ways of conning gambling. he even brought her to her first game of poker. where they successfully swindled a wealthy czar outta an estate in the attica islands. it was a shame they weren't able to enjoy it for long before being condemned to the obelisk. but, they always have greece. and all the swindling they be doing throughout the years.}

HERACLES
 HERACLES

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{what isn't to enjoy when it comes to the mighty Herc? another model like herself, they pose a lot together, helping get those likes and status points that}

APOLLO
 APOLLO

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{sunny deposition ain't got nothing on the truth. that 'Pollo is just as bright as the sun and will make you feel nice and warm in the process. talented chef of the party squad, he makes sure they all get to eat something that didn't come out of the microwave. also great when you want a lil sun on an ever typical cloudy Seattle day. Apollo is one of Coco's closest friends and she loves being able to look to him for an extended good time. the old adage goes, never kiss and tell - but, she's all about the fun and there's no fun in not trying...}

^{_______________________________________} 𝙹 𝙰 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝙴 𝚂 𝙴 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

BENZAITEN
 BENZAITEN

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{what is there to say about this bombshell of a woman? other than she's badass and sexy and smart and just.... sigh. Coco is enamored to say the least when it comes to her bestest best gal friend. the party is always on when they get together. which is almost all the time. Ben is in charge of filming everything and posting it to social media. how else is Herc gonna get them likes? they totally have made out among other more salacious things. however, seeing as the two of them are not beings who can be easily tied down to one person, place or thing, they have decided it's best to approach whatever it is they have to strictly not strings or feelings attached. if that's the case then whyyyy does Coco constantly feel a slight tug whenever she sees Ben out and about with others... thus resulting in Coco also seeking the company of others. but she doesn't want to get left behind or forgotten again. but it also feels like something else. it's not like their exclusive or anything ha ha haa...}

^{_______________________________________} 𝚈 𝙾 𝚁 𝚄 𝙱 𝙰 𝙽 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

SHANGO
 SHANGO

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Coco absolutely loves to poke at the Yoruban god of fire. anything to get him riled up. because it's fun. but also because she likes being a dick to him. she's enjoyed being that way since the days of old.}

YEMOJA
 YEMOJA

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{YEMOJA; being a part of the Yoruban pantheon is something of a saddening experience for Coco when it comes to the goddess of the oceans, because to Coco, she seems like she would be great to have around for a fun time. Alas, the whole incident(s) from the past... it wasn't even truly the greeks fault... stupid romans but ya know, semantics and all. though, to be completely honest, she was there. might have even lead an army or two. she can't really remember. she's had a lot to drink since then. like... a lot. so, to get them together and to be civil with one another, it's just a lot to ask of Coco.}

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xxx 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ tak jin-kyu 𝓐𝓰𝓮 & 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ twenty two; apr 20 '98 𝓩𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ aries ☼ capricorn ☾ pisces ↗ 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ male; he / him 𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ bisexual 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ gang-nam-gu, seoul, south korea 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ peach blossom 𝓜𝓪𝓳𝓸𝓻 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ graphic illustrations & business management 𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ sung jin park	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Virtues Adaptable Fun-loving Ambitious Creative Vices Self Indulgent Destructive Impatient Troublemaker Hip Hop and Punk music blasting in the apartment. A vile of "poison" around the neck. Finds himself wandering the streets, the halls and the corridors on campus, no destination in mind. Cocky and thinks that he’s the best. Because he is. Duh. Always sports a leather jacket. Plotting revenge is a favorite past time. Sweet and charming one second then cutthroat the next. Life plans laid out since birth; though if you were to ask him he'd give a shrug and flip you off. Don't ask him. He doesn't know what he wants. Just that it isn't what his family wants. Lives for the thrill of the chase. He's the wolf, no questions asked. Rough sex anyone? Domination is key. Rebel without a cause. Mediocre grades due to lack of care. Sharp tongue and clear intentions. Drinking till he’s on the floor passed out. Don’t ever get on his bad side. 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The peach blossom is considered a flower that shares its beauty with the other flowers of the same tree, so they are given a meaning of generosity and true love (not possessive love). The peach blossom is the second son of a hospitality conglomerate, and not in line to inherit any of the responsibilities that come with the wealth save for the family name. Having an older brother to shoulder the brunt of the expectations has afforded him a life of luxury sans stress where his parents let him get away with most of anything turning him into quite the troublemaker. As time passed his rowdy days were traded in for nonchalance and carried into a dating lifestyle that has left him with a host of very upset ex-girlfriends. Tak Jin-Kyu, second born and all around black sheep. Well, when compared to his older brother Ho-Jun. However, Jin doesn't hold that against Ho-Jun. It isn't his fault his father and mother place these unrealistic expectations on all their kids. Being the eldest, a lot of the pressure is placed on him rather than on Jin, allowing him to do as he saw fit whenever he wanted. Rebellious Tendencies and Jin go hand in hand with one another. Originally his outlet for his rowdy and rambunctious nature was through skateboarding. When you've ground down on enough pipe and thrashed your hands and knees as much as he has in this golden city, full of the wealthy and well to - do, than you would wanna find another outlet too. That's when he found his love for art. More specifically, inking and tattooing. He's always been entranced by the way the lines look marking skin; creating a masterpiece from scratch to have on someone else's body forever? Kickass. He didn't trade in shredding half pipes for sitting behind a drafting table, at least not permanently, Jin just likes to keep busy. It gets him outta the house when he doesn't want to be near his family - not to mention it's what everyone deems an "appropriate creative outlet". He's gone through his rebellious stage and swears it's come to a head and that he is not the same person he was then. Deadass liar. There are just some things that can't be outgrown so easily. Jin is very personable and charismatic and people are drawn to him because of it. However, he is an asshole and that isn't something he hides. His rowdiness has mellowed out somewhat and switched gears into a more nonchalant phase; where he almost seems impassive or just meh about things. In reality this boy cares. Just about things that interest him. If you aren't one of those things then... yeesh. Deuces. Though he's got a less than spotless record, Jin is nothing if not generous. Just ask any of his past lovers. On strictly that, don't bother asking them if he was long term material or not. They'll say he wasn't isn't. HOWEVER, that isn't to say anything negative about how he lavishly showers his friends and lovers, hell even random strangers, with gifts. Typically buying rounds at the bar or hosting parties with the cabinets stocked and filled to the brim with anything that could be wanted. Though it is in those moments that he feels more like an outsider than one of the gang. As of late, he would rather sit on the balcony, smoking, sipping his drink and watch the lights of the city than to partake in the party shenanigans just a few meters away. His new nonchalance helps in staving away unwanted company. Jin is the bad influence. Not matter how generous he seems. The devil comes disguised as everything you could ever want, right? He enjoys things that take him out of his reality and gives him a reprieve of his mental demons. So, music, skateboarding, getting a new tattoos and some innocent tagging here and there - it's all a welcomed reprieve for him. Though he would be remiss to say that he isn't looking for someone who could make it all worth it...

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🍑 peach blossom 🍑

xxx 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ tak jin-kyu 𝓐𝓰𝓮 & 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ twenty two; apr 20 '98 𝓩𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ aries ☼ capricorn ☾ pisces ↗ 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ male; he / him 𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ bisexual 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ gang-nam-gu, seoul, south korea 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ peach blossom 𝓜𝓪𝓳𝓸𝓻 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ graphic illustrations & business management 𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ sung jin park	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Virtues Adaptable Fun-loving Ambitious Creative Vices Self Indulgent Destructive Impatient Troublemaker Hip Hop and Punk music blasting in the apartment. A vile of "poison" around the neck. Finds himself wandering the streets, the halls and the corridors on campus, no destination in mind. Cocky and thinks that he’s the best. Because he is. Duh. Always sports a leather jacket. Plotting revenge is a favorite past time. Sweet and charming one second then cutthroat the next. Life plans laid out since birth; though if you were to ask him he'd give a shrug and flip you off. Don't ask him. He doesn't know what he wants. Just that it isn't what his family wants. Lives for the thrill of the chase. He's the wolf, no questions asked. Rough sex anyone? Domination is key. Rebel without a cause. Mediocre grades due to lack of care. Sharp tongue and clear intentions. Drinking till he’s on the floor passed out. Don’t ever get on his bad side. 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The peach blossom is considered a flower that shares its beauty with the other flowers of the same tree, so they are given a meaning of generosity and true love (not possessive love). The peach blossom is the second son of a hospitality conglomerate, and not in line to inherit any of the responsibilities that come with the wealth save for the family name. Having an older brother to shoulder the brunt of the expectations has afforded him a life of luxury sans stress where his parents let him get away with most of anything turning him into quite the troublemaker. As time passed his rowdy days were traded in for nonchalance and carried into a dating lifestyle that has left him with a host of very upset ex-girlfriends. Tak Jin-Kyu, second born and all around black sheep. Well, when compared to his older brother Ho-Jun. However, Jin doesn't hold that against Ho-Jun. It isn't his fault his father and mother place these unrealistic expectations on all their kids. Being the eldest, a lot of the pressure is placed on him rather than on Jin, allowing him to do as he saw fit whenever he wanted. Rebellious Tendencies and Jin go hand in hand with one another. Originally his outlet for his rowdy and rambunctious nature was through skateboarding. When you've ground down on enough pipe and thrashed your hands and knees as much as he has in this golden city, full of the wealthy and well to - do, than you would wanna find another outlet too. That's when he found his love for art. More specifically, inking and tattooing. He's always been entranced by the way the lines look marking skin; creating a masterpiece from scratch to have on someone else's body forever? Kickass. He didn't trade in shredding half pipes for sitting behind a drafting table, at least not permanently, Jin just likes to keep busy. It gets him outta the house when he doesn't want to be near his family - not to mention it's what everyone deems an "appropriate creative outlet". He's gone through his rebellious stage and swears it's come to a head and that he is not the same person he was then. Deadass liar. There are just some things that can't be outgrown so easily. Jin is very personable and charismatic and people are drawn to him because of it. However, he is an asshole and that isn't something he hides. His rowdiness has mellowed out somewhat and switched gears into a more nonchalant phase; where he almost seems impassive or just meh about things. In reality this boy cares. Just about things that interest him. If you aren't one of those things then... yeesh. Deuces. Though he's got a less than spotless record, Jin is nothing if not generous. Just ask any of his past lovers. On strictly that, don't bother asking them if he was long term material or not. They'll say he wasn't isn't. HOWEVER, that isn't to say anything negative about how he lavishly showers his friends and lovers, hell even random strangers, with gifts. Typically buying rounds at the bar or hosting parties with the cabinets stocked and filled to the brim with anything that could be wanted. Though it is in those moments that he feels more like an outsider than one of the gang. As of late, he would rather sit on the balcony, smoking, sipping his drink and watch the lights of the city than to partake in the party shenanigans just a few meters away. His new nonchalance helps in staving away unwanted company. Jin is the bad influence. Not matter how generous he seems. The devil comes disguised as everything you could ever want, right? He enjoys things that take him out of his reality and gives him a reprieve of his mental demons. So, music, skateboarding, getting a new tattoos and some innocent tagging here and there - it's all a welcomed reprieve for him. Though he would be remiss to say that he isn't looking for someone who could make it all worth it...

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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The distant sounds of clangs and scrapes were loud enough to pull her from the grips of death, struggling as she might. Glancing over the mound of bodies she found sprawled around her, all of which were scantily clad - if at all - she couldn't resist the sluggish smirk that graced her features. Once she found what she was looking for she tapped the screen, with too much force than necessary, and took in the time displayed there. _{'Three hours is better than none...'} she sighed aloud taking a second longer than needed to stare deeply at the phone's wallpaper. A selfie, of course, of the entire squad taken a few weekends ago when there was a rare moment of pure sunshine dancing through the skies of Seattle. It was a spur of the moment, pool party and they sure made the most out of it. Half lidded eyes scanned the faces of her best friends, stroking the screen lightly on each of them before an exceptionally loud clatter broke her from her reverie.

A low growl escaped her as Comus pushed herself out from under tangled limbs, spotting the ever easily identified bodies of some of the squad, she ignored them and their whines to 'come back to bed'. Rolling her eyes she scanned the floor for a shirt, easily tossing it over her frame and bending down to take a drag from last nights cigarette that had been smoldering in its tray before making her way towards the kitchen. As she rounded the corner, bare feet padding along the cold floors, she caught sight of herself in the hall mirror; makeup smeared and glitter adorning her face. _{'Funny, I don't remember wearing glitter last night.'} she muses to herself, a knowing glint to her honeyed eyes. A shrug here and she was back to her task at hand. Ripping into Apollo for his noise level.

"I fucking swear on us all 'Poll, cut the shit with all the noise! Oh, is that bacon!?" All forms of anger were immediately quenched the second she smelled the fat cooking atop the stove, the sizzle like a song played specifically for her. Which, wasn't entirely incorrect. She was the first one up and in the kitchen with their residential chef. Before he could swat at her hand, like he was prone to do anytime she was hanging around him while he cooked, she snatched up a piece of salt cured pork and plopped it into her mouth a soft moan escaping as she munched down on it.

Mouthful of the delicious breakfast treat couldn't stop the bad decisions that was soon flowing from her lips when she began her conversation with a, "Sooooo... how was your evening with what's her face?" A slight glare was being thrown her way but before she could gain a response her phone's notification went off, the cawing of a crow - how fitting - startling her from her wicked grinning. She wiped the slight grease texture onto so and so's shirt she was currently wearing and checked the home screen, rolling her eyes once more in the process. Lips puckered into a pout, she scrolled along the reminder, hoping that if she pretended to intake anymore than "CONCLAVE SHIT SHOW TODAY" she would get into a better, more appropriate mood. No such luck.

Instead, Coco stood up from her spot from the bar top and shimmied around the Sun God's frame, "Ya know, 'Pol. I woulda been just fine with some stale popcorn and down a little something something before taking off," she gestured with her gaze to the plethora of empty bottles littering the countertops and overfilling the sink. Some plastic solo cups filled with an amalgamation of gods know what. Her dancing fingers moving, to their own beat, across the backside of his shoulders before sneaking in with her other hand to snatch up a few more pieces of bacon, "buuuuut, I appreciate this a whole lot more! Just remember, it's because of you, Sunshine, that I don't go hungry!" Coco was able to skirt out of his long reach before dipping back into one of the side rooms where she kept some of her items for days like this.

After stepping over the passed out moochers that crashed at the Acropolis - those that didn't belong within the sacred confines of the squad - and shedding her borrowed clothes, she dressed in slow, lackadaisical motions. It's not like she wants to be at that stupid meeting anyways... _{'Fuckin' Conclave... wonder if they'll even notice if I ditch this go 'round?'} She mused to herself as she waltzed back out the room to the bathroom, making sure to step over the passed out bodies in the hallway.

Upon throwing the door open her gaze first dragged across the naked body of one muscle - headed Heracles, planking precariously atop the toilet bowl. Junk clearly sitting in what she hoped to be clean water, while the top half of his body lay slouched on the cool tiled floor. How he was ever able to sleep in such positions astounded her. But, she hadn't the time to dwell on the logistics of it all and proceeded to kick his legs in an attempt to rouse him from his own slumber. "Ay, yo, Herc. Geddup." Comus was successful in getting him to stir, however he was as stubborn as she was, especially when it came to short sleep schedules after an all-nighter. Ignoring him she finished what she initially came into the washroom to do, touching up her makeup, tussling her tawny locks and when it was all said and done, and Herc had still refused to wake she slapped him on the ass with as much force as she could.

"Oi! Rise and shine beef-cake. Your Lion is gonna shrivel if you leave it soakin' for too long~," she was out the door a laugh on her lips.

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