#mpahri;

[mpxayden]

ღ Sυɱɱҽɾ Gαʅα 2023 ღ

Keeping up the spirit from last summer, Ayden continues opting for hanbok for the gala. This year, deciding to play by the rules, the demigod invests a fully traditional hanbok set, including the accessories, shoes, and the handbag with matching color scheme. Ayden will be happily accompanying his gorgeous date and boss lady @mpahri at the gala, making sure that she enjoys the night to the fullest without thinking too much about the unfinished business at The Phoenix Rises' office.

[lioxmp]

“Someone take me out. Either in the assassination way or in the date way.”

Lio chuckled, his response came fast and much more easily than he thought it would be.

"I can take you out in both ways, if you let me." The playful gleam in his eyes implied to her it was more of a harmless joke than a serious proposal. Up until now, after all this time, he knew that at least Ahri was be able to sense it, that if he said he could take someone out in the assassination meaning of it, it wasn't completely a joke. But that would not apply to her; he would not hurt her, as long as he was still in his damn right mind.

"But look, I know that someone's much more eager than anyone to take you out, date way," he leaned in, his voice went lower as if to spill a secret, the mischief in his eyes was something rare to see, "just look closer at someone's fox ears and tails when you're around, and you'll see."

[mperosx]

Super Shy || Ahri & Eros

Continued from here with the lovely and fun @mpahri

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   He had noticed the first day it began but given that his wife had told him that someone had asked after him posing he merely thought it had just been a mild curiosity that would fade after a bit. Eros had let the girl trail him like a ghost for a good few hours around town as he shopped, met with friends, and took time to visit the newer exhibits in various galleries around the city. Sufficiently done with his day, he made his way back home on foot preferring to enjoy the long city walk just before the snow would surely come.

  On day two of the following Eros had sensed that it was more about the little tingle of a feeling he had noticed on day one. That sharp and undeniable feeling of hope, quick like lighting a match stick, was burning in her heart and Eros, felt it in his own. A charge! The god loved each charge he got and only stepped in when they were ready enough to seek him out or call on him within the silence of their hearts. She was the bolder sort and while it was slightly weird— the god was tickled by her growing determination.

     On the second day, Eros makes his way around town on foot again but armed with a slightly thicker jacket, the chill in the air delightfully crisp! It’s when he takes a seat at one of his favorite cafes to read for a while that it becomes radiantly obvious that she wants to talk to him. 

   Her little heart pounds with a million questions, her mind alight with her wondering of how to approach not only the topic but the god himself but above all of that, he hears a name over and over.

      Ayden.

   There it is! Eros’ cheeks color softly when it’s clear who it is she is toiling over so much. Well, isn’t that sweet! He hums softly to himself as his order is set down and he pulls from his pocket a small journal. In neat Greek he jots down her and Ayden’s names before setting the little journal open on the table before him. It’s light magic and something he can do for now that Eros speaks the names quietly before he waves a hand over the paper. The names do nothing for a second then go from black ink to glowing pink lettering that wiggles a bit before lifting off the page to pull close to each other. On their frail impact the letters dissolve into nothing, the page blank before him.

   “Well, at least they’re compatible,” he smiles before shutting the little book and tucking it back into his pocket.

    On the third day, they speak. Or well, he does! He watches the recognition that she’s been caught dance across her little face but schools his own to an expression of understanding. She’s just curious if he can and will help! He’ll be kind and see what she needs.

    “I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles gently before he closes the book he’s actually reading this time when she has found him again. Its title is embossed in gold on its deep red cover as he sets the book down. Tristan and Iseult, the spelling and book itself old. Eros gestures to the seat across from him. “You’re safe friend, talk with me.”

[mpxcassandra]

No Trouble

cont. from @mpahri

"It's okay Cassandra...Cass..." Ahri's voice was soft and pleading even as she stumbled upon her friend (!)'s name. In truth it really wasn't all right, but then going off on a bunch of drunks, even though most of them were hot girls, was probably not worth all the trouble.

"Let's just go somewhere else. Your hand..." Ahri tugged on the bottom of Cassandra's jacket as if in warning, even as her eyes swept at the slowly stalking group of rather intimidating looking women gather in closer. "You can't risk your hands..."

trigger; blood and fighting

Rage fueled the demigoddess. Cassie had always been easy to anger, but it grew at an incontrollable rate when it was one of those she cared for that was harmed. While Ahri tried to stop Cassie, fire already began to light in the female’s hands, flickering with such heat and intensity. There was no stopping her.

“Worry about yourself for once. ” 

It came out harshly, looking over her shoulder as she looked at the other. While she meant well with her words, it never came out right for the witch. And, Cassandra would indulge her desire to beat the women senseless. For the group of four, her rage and incantations managed to take down two, unconscious but alive on the floor. Yet, it is with a hard hit that Cassie hits the ground, only for the bouncers to finally step in.

“Fucking finally.” She grits through her teeth, slowly pulling herself to a sitting position as a small line of blood trickled down the side of her face.

[mpxnoel]

❛ violence only breeds more violence. ❜

This was one of those things where Noel had to agree to disagree. He wasn't the best person to talk about such a topic to, not when he's had to do pretty awful things to survive in a world that apologized to no one. "That is true, yes." He hummed, taking a bite of his blueberry muffin. Its taste was sweet compared to his opinion on the matter.

Noel wasn't someone opposed to talking and sharing his thoughts on topics such as that one, even if his answers might not be the most appropriate. It was interesting to hear what others that walked a less troubled path had to say about things that in his mind, weren't black and white.

He hadn't had an easy upbringing, and sadly, some sort of violence always took place in every part of his life. Noel did many things he wasn't proud of, but he did what he had to do to survive. Violence wasn't something that came naturally to him, but having been forced to enact it didn't give him much room to argue against it. "Violence isn't the best, but for some it's an inevitable choice in a world born from it."

[mpxangela]

❛ i can’t do this. but even if i can’t, i have to. ❜

Angela sat beside Ahri as she sat outside on the curb. Angela had spoken to the demigoddess several times, though for more professional reasons. But when she saw the other in distress, it would have been very unlike herself to leave her alone and without someone to provide some sense of comfort. Angela would be there for anyone. 

She wrapped her arm loosely around Ahri’s shoulder in a way that let the other know she was free to move if she wasn’t comfortable. “I am sure we can figure something out.” She states, looking at Ahri with some concern. Those words sounded rather cryptic. “Why don’t we come up with something?”

[exmpxsakura]

“How do I overthink so much and still make the wrong decision?”

Closing time at the Flower Mill was always interesting. Something about the tranquility of the cafe in the evening seemed to inspire introspection, Sakura was beginning to discover. Like tonight, when she was just going about her business cleaning off the tables and one of the last lingering customers hit her with quite the question.

It was probably more rhetorical than anything else, but it seemed to be a rather desperate one, so she decided to try to pull out a suitable answer - best she could, anyway, because she was hardly the right person to be consulting about something that deep.

"Maybe you're not thinking the right thoughts? Like, coming at it from the wrong angle and overthinking the wrong things? Or maybe it's not something you can overthink and you're just getting in your own way when you should just be... doing."

[mpxcharlotte]

( hold ) : sender hugs receiver from behind

affectionate action prompts | accepting

Charlotte had, admittedly, been distracted, having stopped in front of Divine Twin's gift shop to stare with a mix of surprise and delight at the HEXED merch sitting in the window. She had known that Apollo planned to carry some of their merch, but knowing the plan and actually seeing it were two different things.

So, she nearly jumped out of her skin when someone suddenly hugged her from behind. It was all the more bewildering when she turned around to find someone only vaguely familiar - she had been expecting Claire, or maybe even Sol. It was not like she had a lot of friends, if she were being honest.

"Oh, you're... Sorry, I forget your name. But Cassie's friend? From the newspaper?" She had not met the woman officially, but her sister had pointed the other demigoddess out to her at a party once, if she remembered correctly. "Um, hi. It's nice to finally meet you."

[mploren]

“ okay, remember when it asked for fifty grams of sugar? yeah. i accidentally used salt. ”

cooking prompts: no longer accepting

"jesus fuck,” loren blurts before he can stop himself, looking down at the dough in front of ahri and taking a few long moments just to let that sink in, as well as to imagine a cupcake full of salt rather than the sweet delicious goodness they’re supposed to be.

then he recollects himself and promptly puts on his kindest, warmest smile again, to make sure ahri doesn’t feel like she’s done something horribly wrong - he’s messed up in worse ways in the kitchen before, after all.

“let’s just turn this into salt dough then,” he says kindly, and promptly pulls out his phone to find the proper recipe for that. “it’s fun to play with you can make little statues of things if you like. have you ever tried it?”

[tau-mp]

Tau Attending the Summer Gala this year with his beautiful best friend @mpahri

For his first Summer Gala, Tau is in his element according to everyone else. A time to be as elegant as he portrays day to day. This time adorned with little jewels, hearts, and pink all around. Asking Ahri to go with him for a night where they can both be themselves and he can… possibly get into some drinks???? If you catch Tau around, He may or may not be a little lit so enjoy the for once unfiltered man.

[mpxayden]

❛ if that's what you want, i think you should do it. i'll help you out. ❜

Ayden doubted he could feel any more grateful for her after listening to what Ahri said. She probably could not see well the loving smile on his face right then, with his chin resting on the top of her head and his arms securing around her petite frame. His eyes still looked at the TV screen where a TV show was still going on, but his attention to it was far gone.

"That's everything I needed to hear from you, mon amour," he confessed, knowing that she could feel the way his voice rumbled from his chest.

He had not yet gotten to the nitty gritty of his tentative journey to Japan, to see where his father was buried, and to seek those filthy rats that dared to lay their hands on his twin sister. He did not know what he would do to them once he found out the names and the faces, probably not something he would be proud of, for kindness and forgiveness would not be part of this story. And so he was scared, for it was against the way he wanted and had tried to treat the world. But he was not an angel or a monk, was he?

Ayden lowered his head until he could bury his face into Ahri's shoulder, pulling her even deeper into his arms as if she were a lifebuoy he was desperately clinging to. His voice lowered into a whisper, a pleading. Ayden had never heard himself saying something relatively close to that for a long, long, long time. "Don't leave me, Ahri-ah. I may be the bad guy this time, but please don't leave me."

[lioxmp]

“Why do you always bite the heads off the gingerbread man cookies first?”

"Is it a do-or-die thing to bite the bottom first? So we can write to Santa saying 'dear Santa, I've been a good boy, for I've made sure to eat all of the gingerbread men's asses first before I bite their heads off, so can I ask for just one thousand bucks this Christmas?" sorta thing?"

Lio let his innate sarcasm have the run of the house while continuing to nom the rest of the gingerbread away, the cookie's fresh taste and the growing festive atmosphere had a clear effect on lifting his mood, if not to a tad beyond the bounds people normally found himself standing in.

"Wait, hold on!" As if recognizing something really shocking, he exclaimed, index finger (with some crumbs remaining on) pointing at Ahri accusingly like he was an innocent civilian at the anti-hero of a Disney movie, "Ohoh, you! Now I see how you get people on Santa's naughty list! Bad, bad Ahri!"

[mperosx]

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

&. 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || Previous Meme, Do Not Send

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“Good for you! That would be a real shame if you did when you’re so very close to winning the game!”

Eros looks at the chess game set up between her and their mutual friend Invidia. Poised and quiet, Invidia’s hazel eyes drift up to him but he makes no further facial expression beyond that.

The god puffs his lips at this and looks at Ahri again. “He cheated and moved two pieces while you were checking your last text message.”

[mpxcassandra]

“Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?”

Cassie sighed impatiently as she waited at her work. She had been just finished one of her shifts, having agreed to treat Ahri. Seated so haphazardly at one of the empty tables, Cassie wasn't sure she could wait. But for now, she was graced with some patience.

Bored past her limits, Cassie had brought out her phone, allowing it to grasp her attention. As she found herself alone and to the humor of another fanfiction, she had barely heard Ahri approach her, grinning at the device. And when she did, the smile stayed just long enough till the end of their greeting.

"Very funny." She scoffs with a new scowl, and pointing at the demigoddess, she wiggled her pointer finger. "You better hurry up and sit down because I speak just enough words to make you forget it all."

[mpviggo]

a very viggo christmas

a riotous dinner with @mpirelia @mpahri (and others)

Holidays were not something Viggo had a particular opinion of. For the past two years he had picked up the shift of any major holiday at the restaurant, and hadn't thought to deviate from the pattern this year. He had been managed to follow his tradition all the way from Valentine's Day through Chuseok holidays and was set for Christmas at least until the dare was issued.

He normally wasn't the type to get distracted by a dare, but it was his own abilities that were questioned and he didn't take that lightly. Now here he was, making Christmas dinner for Irelia. At least he thought it was just Irelia--who apparently invited a bunch of people.

Thankfully, his kitchen was always stocked and apart from having to upgrade his menu for two people to more.

"If I didn't know you," His deep voice wasn't laced with anything but dry amusement, sleeves rolled as he supervised several pots bubbling over the stove. "You did this on purpose." Feline eyes narrowed over at the counter where he had spread a charcuterie board and a few appetizers. At least enough before the dinner is ready.

His gaze drifted over to his living room where a handful people were also present, for which he had already plied with alcohol and other drinks.

"How many people are you expecting me to feed?"

[mpxhwiyoung]

Arrival Terminal | Hwiyoung & Ahri

For @mpahri

 never thought to tell anyone that he’d be going away - aside from putting in his leave at the hospital, he’d always assumed that no one would care anyway.  That being said, his trip to New York ended up longer (and messier) than he’d expected. It was somewhat refreshing to step back into the shoes of being ‘Carter Kim’ though: accompanying Bree on her ridiculously extravagant grocery trips and taking her to their favourite restaurant over in East Village.

Being back in Mount Phoenix though, he was surprised at where his thoughts had immediately landed. He hadn’t even stopped by at home yet but instead found himself at Ahri’s apartment, his luggage in tow and looking worse for wear with a bruised cheek and busted lip - only half healed since Bree’s fucker of an ex-husband decided to get into a fight with him the night before he left.

He knocked, wondering whether Ahri would have even noticed he’d been away.