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FCKIT:DEMIGOD | HERA’S DAUGHTER

here’s for you, demigod verse! it’s not surprising when people learn that alexa's godly parent is hera. full of jealousy and rage that stems from a lousy home life, it’s very clear to see where alexa gets her habits and personality from. not a great trait. but while alexa will openly shit-talk hera for being a crappy mom, she’ll also be passionately defensive if anyone else does so. classic. like this and i’ll hop into your messages to chat about the demigod kola!

#v: demigod #verse #fckit:demigod #fckit:intro

hey friends... i’m kate and i’ll be playing alexa and probably like 8 million more babes that i want to bring to life. but for now just alexa because i’ve never done an rp like this and i’m lowkey overwhelmed but imma do my best. i love alexa and wanna involve her in lots of shit. she’s super mean so check out my babe’s bio here and hmu!

#fckit: intro #fckit:demigod #fckit:super #fckit:theend #fckit:horror

fuckithqs

FUCKITHQS PRESENTS, So what’s it like? Being “human.”

In this verse your muse is living in Kola, California but they may not know it’s not only humans who walk among those dimly lit streets. Werewolves, fae, vampires, mermaids, ghosts and vengeful spirits alike actually live among you. You may have been one of the few to know, or maybe you’re one yourself.

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xohonor:

“I don’t know, I’m pretty useless when I’m drunk. Most of the injuries I’ve had past the age sixteen happened when I was drunk,” she shook her head. The first time she had ever been drunk she ended the night with a concussion and five stitches on her forehead. “That’s a good point. They want us to think that everything is pure and holy,” she joked. What did she know, though? “Only time will tell.”

“Isn’t everyone the same way?” Alexa asked, genuinely confused. “Drunk is the best time to get hurt, it’s less painful.” She looked around at the walls again and scoffed openly. “Time, sure. Or... Some snooping around in bedrooms and closets and drawers...” She smiled slyly at the brunette. “Wanna come with?”

#c: honor #chat #honor

soldiersilas:

Silas leaned back against the staircase, resting his elbows on the step above the one he sat on. He was sure that Alexa was trying to perk him up, but it wasn’t really working. Even so, he gave her a small chuckle and a shrug, trying to play it off as if he wasn’t completely heartbroken in the moment. “It’s just a granola bar, but it’s the best kind of granola bar.” He pointed down at it, not moving his arm before he kicked at it with his shoe. “I have a huge box of them upstairs, if you ever want one. But only one.” A fake smile appeared on his face as he nudged her knee with his own. “Don’t you have better things to do than sit on the stairs?”

Alexa shifted to the side, stretching her legs out to rest on top of his knees. “You’re just sour today, aren’t you?” she asked at his stinginess. “What if I’m starving? All you’re gonna have is granola bars? Oh, pardon me, one granola bar.” He nudged her knee and she raised an eyebrow, suspicious of that little smile. “Don’t you?”

#c: silas #silas #chat

soldiersilas:

Silas let out a small grunt as Alexa sat down next to him, fingers still tangled in his greasy brown hair as he mulled over her question. The fuck’s wrong with you? If she really wanted to know, there was an increasingly long list; he could barely eat, hadn’t slept in days, showers were virtually nonexistent. On top of that, Imogen let loose and told him how she really felt about him, how she wished he would’ve just stayed home. And now the only thing he had attempted to eat in almost a full day had crumpled into pieces in front of him. But he was almost completely positive that the girl didn’t really care too much for the real answer, so instead he just shrugged, letting go of his hair to face her. “The fuck’s wrong with you?”

Alexa tossed her curls over her shoulder, not bothered in the least by his retort. “Nothing. You’re the one weeping over a fuckin’ granola bar. Is that the fruit kind, too? Pitiful,” she muttered and nudged his shoulder. She could admit to herself it was a fucked way of trying to cheer him up, but she’d never say it to him. That would be a sign of weakness.

#c: silas #chat #silas

soldiersilas:

Silas ran a hand through his messy hair as he walked down the grand staircase, tightly gripping his protein bar with the other so hard that it actually broke in half and fell down the bottom step. It shouldn’t have bothered him the way it did; it was just a snack. He had more and even if he didn’t, there was plenty of other food stocked in the kitchen. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe the fact that he had gotten into a big argument with Imogen, but it was enough to cause him to break. Instead of just picking the pieces up after reaching them, the man sat down on the stairs and put his head in his hands, dropping the rest next to it as his blue eyes stared hopelessly.

Now, he was blocking the way for everyone else, but it wasn’t really a concern. He didn’t even look up as someone approached, instead just letting out a shaky breath as his fingers knotted in his rats nest, tugging it gently. “Fuck.”

Alexa was vaguely watching Silas step down the stairs from the doorway of the next room. Her nose wrinkled in distaste when he sat down over a broken granola bar. She wasn’t prone to giving a shit about other people but sometimes she just couldn’t hold back the waters. Stepping over his granola bar to sit next to him, she muttered, “the fuck’s wrong with you?”

#silas #c: silas #chat

brokenbirb:

“So then WHY…” He began, though he knew the answer, propping his elbow up on his knee and running his hands through his beard he looked over the glass and rolled his eyes at her comments. Always his fault, that was usual. “You’re fuckin’ crazy you know that right? Someone’s gonna get cut.” Wes smiled as he raised a single brow, “oh fuck no, you even try to put the blame on me I’ll throw you right under the bus. Miss, oh lets take the heavy ass mirror off the wall!” He smiled as he quickly stood from his spot, taking a mental note to come clean this up later. That was their routine, wasn’t it? He’d always come and clean up the mess she’s left in her path.

Alexa grinned when Wes finally stood up again and followed her. “Fuckin’ crazy, fuckin’ fun, what’s the difference?” she asked him, walking backward now. She laughed and shook her head, knowing he wouldn’t really say a word. He was too sweet for that. Too soft. Not that he showed it much. She’d liked that he had a gooey center. Something soft to break towards. She was good at breaking through like that. Mean enough for it. “Let’s find something else to rip off the walls.”