saint knew, objectively, that the situation with siiri was probably his fault--- whenever people felt angry enough to stab him, it was usually his fault. still, it hurt like a bitch, and as he wobbled his way into the hecate house saint could only think of one person: sage. he wasn’t very close to any of his other siblings, and to be frank, he wasn’t sure rostam wouldn’t laugh at his situation. ❛ hey, rosemary, are you awake ? ❜ saint asked through the wooden door before going for the knob, not even considering knocking before he tries to open the door. ❛ i made a bitch angry and she stabbed me. do you have a band aid i can borrow ? ❜ / closed starter for @eusage
saint was seated alone at a large table, the day warm and sunny in a way that made him and plenty of other students rejoice by the riverside of lake cleito. he has his headphones in, and it’s by pure chance ( or, perhaps, some intuition ) that he looks up just in time to see the familiar face walking his way. ❛ holy fuck, dude, i told you to leave me alone ! ❜ he said, loud enough to gather attention from the other students nearby. saint’s lips quiver as he holds back a smile-- there’s very little he enjoys in life more than embarrassing others around him. ❛ i am not going to sell you pictures of my feet, no matter how much you’re willing to pay ! ❜
"𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄,“ noor didn’t give him a moment to greet her, pouting her lower lip while hopped down from the rail she was sitting on, “are you going to act like you just happen to come here, you didn’t at all get my not so safe for work snaps? no?” questioning him under thick lashes, the daughter of Aphrodite circled him once, hair draping over her shoulder while her head fell to one side. she couldn’t help the smirk that wrinkled her nose when saint met her eyes. “i love this kinda foreplay, waiting for you to break, totally fine. let’s gaze at stars and shit, you can tell me some twisted prophecies and i’ll pretend i believe you.”
saint regretted coming over even before he hears her voice. of course noor wasn’t going to simply let it slide. ❛ you’ve been snapchatting me ? sorry, i lost my phone at a party last night. but i’m sure whoever’s been getting those pictures is being very respectful about it. ❜ he lied, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep them from moving towards her skin; by god, he hated these stupidly attractive aphrodite’s children. ❛ you know, noor, those are a lot of words to ask me to bang you nine ways into sunday. if i didn’t know you liked the sound of your own voice so much, i’d say you missed me. ❜
“I am so screwed.” Maddy heaves a sigh, exasperated at today’s turn of events. One moment, she was looking forward to a brand new day. The next? She gets saddled with a ton of work. How could this happen to her? What did she do to deserve all this bad juju? The daughter of Hestia rests both elbows on the table as she begins to massage both sides of her head with her fingers, furrowing her majestically done eyebrows. “What should I do first? This set list for the choir, my paper for the model un, or my script for maddbeatz?” She desperately asks the person beside her, though the question was mostly aimed for herself.
saint looks up from his notebook at her words; he was supposed to be doing a shitton of homework for his astrobiology course, but instead he’d spent the last seventeen minutes doodling a large dinosaur-- it was a mix between a t-rec and a pterodactyl, and saint was far too proud of it. ❛ i think you should light one up and chill out first. ❜ he answered, waggling his eyebrows at maddy. ❛ or you could pop an adderall and do it all at the same time. ❜ finally, saint shrugged, as if offering her a real answer was too bothersome to do so. ❛ the set list. i mean, how hard can that be ? you should be done with it in five minutes. ❜
hi friends ! i was supposed to post this yesterday, but as per usual, i’m off schedule by a whole ass day. my name’s fox, i’m currently twenty-three years old in the brt timezone. my pronouns are she/they, but i’m really not picky at all about it. i haven’t joined a new group in a good few months ? everyone seems so nice, though, i can’t wait to plot with all of you ! this is my mess trashcan baby saint, if you want to plot with him feel free to like or or message me ! if you’d rather chat on discord, feel free to hit me up at oscar isaac pipe me tnx#9349
⟨ AVAN JOGIA. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, SAINT KOTHARI is actually a descendent of H E C A T E. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-FOUR year old ASTROPHYSICS MAJOR from CHICAGO, USA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite INTELLIGENT & MANIPULATIVE.
𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄.
born into a moderately wealthy, hard-working family, saint never felt like he truly belonged. he didn’t belong in the predominantly white school he attended, he didn’t belong with the old money neighbors of their suburb, he didn’t even feel like he belonged with his family-- between his absent father and his snobby stepmother, saint grew up believing there was no place on earth for him.
from a young age, saint presented signs of mystiokinesis; more specifically prophecies— it has always been the small things, such as being able to tell when a car crash was about to happen, or even when someone was getting sick. his father called it intuition, but his stepmother always shushed him when he had a premonition, no matter how small. as saint grew older, his premonitions became slightly more sharp, and nowadays he’s able to predict more accurate things; if you should avoid the left side of the sidewalk that week, if it’s going to rain that day, and at least half of the lottery numbers. he also has presented a mild touch for necromancy, being able to receive and pass along messages from the dead; it works almost as a game of telephone, however, and the young man is hardly ever able to hear the correct sentence.
at the age of fifteen, saint left home. after a particularly bad fight with his stepmother, saint packed a small bag and ran away. he spent the next couple of months couch hopping, sleeping in bus stations and doing small jobs in exchange for food; it was during that last venture where he met eric saryan, a local mobster that needed someone quiet and discreet to make drug runs for him.
saint spent the next five years of his life working for eric. the money wasn’t great, but it was stable enough for him to be able to maintain himself. on his down time, saint worked as a psychic. he would do consultations on his living room, and read tarot cards over the phone; his mystiokinesis has never been strong enough for perfect predictions, but he’s always been smart and good at reading people, which also meant saint is a great liar. he’d bullshit his clients a lot, and getting something extremely specific right every so often meant that a lot of them kept coming back.
at the age of twenty, saint was arrested for possession of a small amount of cocaine. the mob abandoned him on sight, and he had no choice but to call his father for bail; it was a lot of money, and the man was willing to shell it out as long as saint made a promise of coming back home and getting his life together; he was forced to spend six months in a rehabilitation facility, and once that was done, he needed to either find a job, or go back to school.
incredibly intelligent, saint always had a love for physics. after trying a few odd jobs and getting fired from them all, he decided to finally go back to college for astrophysics; eonia university was his father’s choice, thinking that if saint was far away enough from the gang, then he wouldn’t feel compelled to get back into it.
𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 / 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.
saint is a mess. despite being an adult who’s lived by himself for the past ten years, the man can barely keep himself alive. he doesn’t put much effort into classes, not that interested in getting a diploma, spending most of his time drinking and partying on campus.
incredibly chaotic, he doesn’t hold back on any of his whims. if saint wants something, no matter how hard or ludicrous, he’ll immediately go after it. prone to criminal activity, saint loves the forbidden, from skipping class to vandalism, if something sketchy is going on, you can bet saint is involved somehow.
an adrenaline junkie, saint will put himself and the ones around him in harm’s way for a fix. his most recent addiction is street racing; considering how bad of a driver he is, it’s surprising he hasn’t gotten seriously injured yet.
raging bisexual with major daddy issues.... but aren’t we all ?
he’s 5′11″, with long-ish hair and a short beard. saint wears very colorful clothing, mostly patterned button downs, and he has a large collection of sunglasses. he has way too many shitty tattoos, including the name of two exes, and a ring on his septum.
𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.
a BEST FRIEND / saint and this person met during their first year, and they instantly clicked. they know each other better than anyone else, and you’ll never see one without the other.
a RIVAL / another party person, they have a rivalry where they are constantly trying to out-do each other during parties and outings; if one of them chugs a bottle of beer, the other will chug two etc. they are definitely very messy and bad for each other.
a GOOD INFLUENCE / someone that sees saint for who he is, the soft layers underneath the bad boy persona, and often tries to bring that out of him.
a SIBLING-LIKE RELATIONSHIP / they are each other’s cornerstone, bickering constantly but still dying for one another; saint often tells them he would rather have them as family than his own half-siblings.
a HATE SHIP / they hate each other, but still can’t get enough of each other; they fight constantly, and those altercations always end up in a bed, or angry sex in the local bar’s bathroom, or frenetic make out sessions at the library.
a FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS / they like to get on, but they also enjoy each other’s company outside of the bedroom; be it in a study group, or just hanging out on a friday night, saint always says the sex is just the cherry on top of their no-strings-attached relationship.
a ONE NIGHT STAND / for some reason, their little affair didn’t work out. maybe they even tried to go on a date after their night together but the chemistry just wasn’t there; maybe it’s super awkward, maybe they became really good friends afterwards.
FRIENDS OF ALL KINDS / literally all of the friendship ideas.
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