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@godsqeed
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# godsqeed ; independent & singleverse. oc demigod ( son of hermes ). sporadic activity; iconless. overall hot mess !
always feel free to hit me up for plotting or send me a starter meme! :>
( written by june, 25+. interacting only with muns aged 21 and up.
GOOGLE DOC. MOODBOARD.
so this account might be good as dead for now i GUESS. but i keep thinking... pondering... to bring a canon mdzs muse to tumblr, yet canon rp is not something i am familiar with at all HOW DO PEOPLE GO ABOUT THIS.
throwback drabble! (probably around 2015? 2016?) @baudellare
“you said we came here for the beach.”
there’s a hint of annoyance in her voice; tension, too—though it is hard to pinpoint which emotion ran deeper. he is convinced that he’d be able to figure it out if he tried, but finds himself far more interested in the colors that brighten the wall in front of him. when a minute passes, the female speaks up again. this time, he is certain it is frustration that is overruling. it is easy to recognise what he’s grown used to.
“casper, you said the beach would help me calm down.”
a click of tongue proceeds his words, “i dunno, you don’t seem very calm to me.”
“and whose fault is that?”
what flavor is your soul?
SALT
saltah little kraken, bold are you. restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. ah, of course, they are but the same object. oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle would you? you have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly. but off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. you do not have to be strong all the time love, there's nothing wrong with being soft. vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? strength is not always your greatest tool, your heart is good. put down excalibur, and use your words. you'll find they will carry you much farther. not everything in life is a battle.
tagged by: @temporalobjects ( aaa!! thank you so much!! life keeps throwing me under the bus, but jsyk, i’m still lowkey stalking u and WILL be back in dms for plots!!! ♡ )
tagging: @theaftrparties @seffonie @shrikcs (do it for sun, tho he’ll just get cinnamon anyways wbk) @greensweats @inheols @irrwicht (ask meme reply will come too... stay tuned....) @ifwe @viscerallii @phantombs @tewwor @jkbaws (anyone!!) @clairdclunc
“is… that my shirt you’re wearing?” :))))
( ✶ ) Random dialogue prompts ― status: accepting !
“Are… you visually impaired?” The words flow from his lips in a dry tone of voice; tune mimicking the exact same way in which Spencer had posed the question. There’s two empty cups of coffee already scattered on the table next to him, and about five sheets of paper with some careless scribbling. It is clear that Casper had been awake for a while, fruitlessly trying to find a way to pass some time. The boredom is practically radiating from him as he scrolls through his phone; expression blank. Still, he had not bothered once to lift his gaze from the device and look up at Spencer as he spoke to her.
Had the rain not been pouring outside, there is no doubt he’d be running wild elsewhere, desperate for a thrill. It was very unlike Casper to spend much time on his phone; typically growing bored of the device within minutes.
Alas, he was not in the mood to deal with the god awful weather today, and thus had to find his entertainment elsewhere. That currently left him with only two potential victims, one of which just so happened to have put a giant target on her back last night. It was Spencer’s own fault for not allowing him the chance to sleep peacefully, and now she had to deal with the consequences.
“If…” he continues again, deciding to stick to that annoying melody for no reason in particular, “you are done checking me out, could you return to the room you came from? I’m not quite enjoying,” at this, he finally looks up; gesturing towards her frame with a lazy flick of his hand, “whatever vibe this is you are bringing. Kind of killing the mood here, not gonna lie.”
* 400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS (READ MORE) ,
"i never noticed your eyes were this pretty."
"i'll stay in tonight, thanks."
"i can't even trust myself anymore."
"anything to eat around here?"
"i hope to repay your kindness someday."
"you're a terrible flirt you know."
"the only time you talk to me is when you need something."
"how did you find me?"
"how can i possibly trust you? after all you've done."
"i take orders from your father, not you."
"you're not a very convincing liar."
"i thought i'd never see you again."
"why can't i come with you?"
"it was my fault. it was all my fault."
"all this anger and hate, it's not good for you."
"this is the part where you apologize."
"is being drunk an excuse?"
"let me out of here! let me go!"
"aren't we in a good mood today?"
"i was making sure you weren't dead, since you never called."
"there's nothing left for me here."
"i know i lied to you. you can hate me and it's all right."
"i've been waiting for you for a long time."
"what happened? i heard a crash."
"was it you? did you do all this?"
"don't come any closer!"
"looking for something?"
"you're too scared to do it, aren't you?"
"i thought you'd like this."
"you came back!"
"i like seeing you smile."
"i must warn you, i won't go easy on you this time."
"it's better to expect disappointment."
"sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now."
"no way, i'm not doing that."
"it's you! you came for me."
"could you be happy here with me?"
"let me buy you another drink."
"why should i trust you?"
"he's only mostly dead."
"knowledge is power."
"i screwed up. i know."
"we're going to have to stay here tonight."
"help me choose something to wear?"
"i do care."
"i'm sorry, i'm not what you think i am."
"how many more people need to die before you're satisfied?"
"you scared me."
"just try to hang on."
"i risked my life for you!"
"two years later and you haven't changed."
"we're not so different after all."
"i need you to trust me."
"why are you being so stubborn?"
"you don't scare me."
"i'm scared of what you're becoming."
"you look like you just saw a ghost."
"that's quite a scratch you've got there."
"i've always hated it."
"this is the part where you leave."
"don't treat me like a child."
"you were talking in your sleep."
"what are you doing out here by yourself?"
"wait. i've heard that sound before."
"would it be alright if i borrowed this?"
"i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do."
"it's not stealing if it was mine to begin with."
"it's nothing personal."
"you were going to leave without saying goodbye?"
"i'll still be here when you wake up."
"don't you fucking dare!"
"you're lucky you're cute."
"it's too dark, i can't see anything."
"i swear it wasn't me."
"that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you've just met."
"i've got your back, okay?"
"how long have i been asleep?"
"just who do you think you are?"
"i think i might've broken something..."
"i wish you'd take better care of yourself."
"is this what you wanted?"
"what do you want in exchange for it?"
"did you miss me?"
"i'm trying my best and it's not good enough."
"it's not safe for people to see us together."
"don't lie to me."
"i see a lot of myself in you."
"take a seat, we're gonna be here a while."
"i won't hate you. i know you think that's what you deserve but it's not."
"who do you fight for?"
"it's rare to see your kind around here."
"walk with me?"
"i know you better than you think."
"why did you bring me here?"
"what did you want to tell me?"
"you don't even know my name."
"it's nothing, i'm just tired."
"of course i care. you're my family."
"i didn't tell you because i was afraid... of losing you."
"where is my candy, you son of a bitch?"
"you want me to punch him in the face?"
"please... say something."
"who the hell invited you?"
"we need to be careful."
"i just wanted to say i'm sorry."
"we're locked in!"
"don't be naked. i'm coming in."
"do you ever get afraid?"
"you wouldn't understand."
"promise you'll say something if you need help?"
"where have you been?"
"there was blood everywhere."
"i just need to step away for a bit, get some fresh air."
"we're safe, aren't we?"
"how about a little midnight snack?"
"how many people have you killed? how many?"
"whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no."
"you look... amazing."
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* 400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS (READ MORE) ,
“i never noticed your eyes were this pretty.”
“i’ll stay in tonight, thanks.”
“i can’t even trust myself anymore.”
“anything to eat around here?”
“i hope to repay your kindness someday.”
“you’re a terrible flirt you know.”
“the only time you talk to me is when you need something.”
“how did you find me?”
“how can i possibly trust you? after all you’ve done.”
“i take orders from your father, not you.”
“you’re not a very convincing liar.”
“i thought i’d never see you again.”
“why can’t i come with you?”
“it was my fault. it was all my fault.”
“all this anger and hate, it’s not good for you.”
“this is the part where you apologize.”
“is being drunk an excuse?”
“let me out of here! let me go!”
“aren’t we in a good mood today?”
“i was making sure you weren’t dead, since you never called.”
“there’s nothing left for me here.”
“i know i lied to you. you can hate me and it’s all right.”
“i’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
“what happened? i heard a crash.”
“was it you? did you do all this?”
“don’t come any closer!”
“looking for something?”
“you’re too scared to do it, aren’t you?”
“i thought you’d like this.”
“you came back!”
“i like seeing you smile.”
“i must warn you, i won’t go easy on you this time.”
“it’s better to expect disappointment.”
“sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now.”
“no way, i’m not doing that.”
“it’s you! you came for me.”
“could you be happy here with me?”
“let me buy you another drink.”
“why should i trust you?”
“he’s only mostly dead.”
“knowledge is power.”
“i screwed up. i know.”
“we’re going to have to stay here tonight.”
“help me choose something to wear?”
“i do care.”
“i’m sorry, i’m not what you think i am.”
“how many more people need to die before you’re satisfied?”
“you scared me.”
“just try to hang on.”
“i risked my life for you!”
“two years later and you haven’t changed.”
“we’re not so different after all.”
“i need you to trust me.”
“why are you being so stubborn?”
“you don’t scare me.”
“i’m scared of what you’re becoming.”
“you look like you just saw a ghost.”
“that’s quite a scratch you’ve got there.”
“i’ve always hated it.”
“this is the part where you leave.”
“don’t treat me like a child.”
“you were talking in your sleep.”
“what are you doing out here by yourself?”
“wait. i’ve heard that sound before.”
“would it be alright if i borrowed this?”
“i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do.”
“it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with.”
“it’s nothing personal.”
“you were going to leave without saying goodbye?”
“i’ll still be here when you wake up.”
“don’t you fucking dare!”
“you’re lucky you’re cute.”
“it’s too dark, i can’t see anything.”
“i swear it wasn’t me.”
“that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met.”
“i’ve got your back, okay?”
“how long have i been asleep?”
“just who do you think you are?”
“i think i might’ve broken something…”
“i wish you’d take better care of yourself.”
“is this what you wanted?”
“what do you want in exchange for it?”
“did you miss me?”
“i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough.”
“it’s not safe for people to see us together.”
“don’t lie to me.”
“i see a lot of myself in you.”
“take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.”
“i won’t hate you. i know you think that’s what you deserve but it’s not.”
“who do you fight for?”
“it’s rare to see your kind around here.”
“walk with me?”
“i know you better than you think.”
“why did you bring me here?”
“what did you want to tell me?”
“you don’t even know my name.”
“it’s nothing, i’m just tired.”
“of course i care. you’re my family.”
“i didn’t tell you because i was afraid… of losing you.”
“where is my candy, you son of a bitch?”
“you want me to punch him in the face?”
“please… say something.”
“who the hell invited you?”
“we need to be careful.”
“i just wanted to say i’m sorry.”
“we’re locked in!”
“don’t be naked. i’m coming in.”
“do you ever get afraid?”
“you wouldn’t understand.”
“promise you’ll say something if you need help?”
“where have you been?”
“there was blood everywhere.”
“i just need to step away for a bit, get some fresh air.”
“we’re safe, aren’t we?”
“how about a little midnight snack?”
“how many people have you killed? how many?”
“whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no.”
“you look… amazing.”
“this isn’t just about you. it’s about what’s best for all of us.”
“you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner.”
“in about a minute, you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to me.”
“i wish we never met.”
“you’re late.”
“we all have secrets, don’t we?”
“i know i have a right to be angry, but i don’t want to be.”
“i see you don’t recognize me. well, it was a long time ago.”
“you showing up here must be fate.”
“some risks are worth taking.”
“you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind?”
“you must be lonesome over here by yourself.”
“you’re very kind. some day it’ll get you killed.”
“this seems… dangerous.”
“snap out of it!”
“have you been following me?”
“you can’t or you won’t?”
“how long have you been standing there?”
“i’m sorry i didn’t come sooner.”
“we can’t keep going on like this.”
“i don’t need your help.”
“i think i’m getting sick.”
“i know who you are. i know what you’ve done.”
“please tell me you have a plan.”
“i just wanted to see you smile again.”
“can i ask… what happened?”
“tell me it’s not true. please.”
“would you run away with me?”
“don’t look at me like that.”
“wow, look who remembered my existence.”
“why are you really here?”
“have a drink with me.”
“life is about more than just surviving.”
“treat me like the princess that i am!”
“it’s a gift. i had it made for you.”
“thank me after we get out of this alive.”
“you’re not human, are you?”
“are you kidding me? we’re not ‘fine’!”
“they’re better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice.”
“are you lost too?”
“come on. it can’t be that bad.”
“i don’t like this. it feels… wrong.”
“will you stay with me? just for tonight.”
“can i help you?”
“you don’t need to protect me.”
“you can’t leave me here alone!”
“you can stay with me.”
“quick, this way. before they see you.”
“i think the power is out.”
“did you ever care about me?”
“did you hear that? it sounded like a scream.”
“being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain.”
“i’m here to drink alone.”
“i did warn you not to trust me.”
“you could’ve just used the door.”
“you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again.”
“nobody tells me what to do.”
“why can’t you tell me what’s wrong?”
“i’m really not one for crowds.”
“don’t be so dramatic.”
“something’s coming.”
“i just wanted to do something good for once.”
“you don’t have to shout at me!”
“forget about me. just save them.”
“it’s fine. nothing i haven’t dealt with before.”
“i guess it runs in the family, huh?”
“this isn’t our fight. it’s my fight.”
“do you ever stop being so serious and dull?”
“i heard you were dead.”
“i’m going to get you out of here.”
“that’s a terrible story.”
“here, take this. you’ll catch a cold.”
“you slept with her, didn’t you?”
“i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure.”
“evacuate the civilians, i’ll buy you some time!”
“he was unconscious when i found him.”
“you don’t have to hold my hand.”
“i’m not leaving you.”
“you’re not getting away this time.”
“you’re clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me.”
“i would give my life to keep you safe.”
“do you want me to go?”
“trust me, these people are not your friends.”
“i guess it’s my turn to thank you.”
“i bought two. here.”
“i need to go. i can’t be here.”
“it’s four in the morning. what are you doing?”
“do you ever stop talking?”
“it’s not going to be easy, you know.”
“well, how do i look?”
“are you threatening me?”
“you can never admit when you’re wrong!”
“may i have this dance?”
“he knows more than what he’s telling us. much more.”
“we can’t fix this. can we?”
“count me out.”
“i don’t know. shut up. i’m not blushing.”
“let go of me! i have to help them!”
“i won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“do you ever hear yourself?”
“i’ve never had any sort of family before.”
“you look better in my clothes than i do.”
“i’m still learning.”
“oh, i get it. you’re trying to weasel your way out of having to practice.”
“death is a part of life. i accepted that a long time ago.”
“you see everyone so clearly except yourself.”
“is this seat taken? sorry, it’s a bit crowded here.”
“what are you smiling at?”
“we’re in completely different leagues.”
“what if i never see you again?”
“we should get a pet.”
“don’t touch me. get away from me.”
“i want to be there when you get what’s coming to you.”
“i’ll believe it when i see it.”
“you’re lucky that i found you when i did.”
“you’re not dating anyone, are you?”
“you’re not alone. i’m here.”
“i never want to see you again.”
“we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk.”
“i could show you the way.”
“do i frighten you?”
“i didn’t realize you were in so much pain.”
“well, this is where i live.”
“i’ll be here. when you’re ready to talk.”
“you refuse to tell me where you’re going?”
“i’ve seen you before, walking by.”
“was that a friend of yours?”
“i’ll make you bleed.”
“wait. did you hear that?”
“i’m not even going to pretend to understand what you’re talking about.”
“i made a mistake.”
“why don’t you just kill me?”
“it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?”
“i already made my decision, you’re not going to change that.”
“i thought you… i saw you get shot.”
“take me with you.”
“you look awful. what happened?”
“you knew and you didn’t tell me?”
“you shouldn’t insult people that are bigger than you.”
“how about you let me show you around?”
“i’m just saying, murder is an option.”
“what’s that smug look for? you think you can do any better?”
“for some reason, i’m attracted to you.”
“you defeated it? alone?”
“i didn’t want you to see me like this.”
“don’t go. please.”
“how do i know you’re real?”
“rough day today?”
“seriously, what is that thing over there?!”
“i’m not sober enough to talk about this.”
“you should’ve thought about that before you got into a fight.”
“you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.”
“what now? i’m tired.”
“it won’t be easy, that’s for sure.”
“watch what you say. the trees have ears.”
“can you forgive me?”
“just let me do this for you.”
“why were they coming after you?”
“why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again?”
“why did you help me?”
“would you like something for the pain?”
“why did you come?”
“you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable.”
“i’m glad i could share this with you.”
“just admit it. we’re lost.”
“well, don’t stand there in the rain. come on.”
“i really thought you were gone this time.”
“if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine.”
“are you… smelling me?”
“i have a spare bed.”
“your plan’s gonna get us all killed, and you know it.”
“find someone else to listen to your problems.”
“i promise i’ll never hurt you again.”
“where do you think you’re going?”
“it appears my trusting nature got the better of me. it’s happened before.”
“how did you get this scar?”
“you stepped on my foot!”
“i’m not sorry.”
“i don’t know how you do this every day…”
“what did you wish for?”
“there’s no turning back now.”
“see? i’m not just a pretty face.”
“i’m on your side.”
“do you remember anything? at all?”
“you don’t know who i am, do you?”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“i just want to take it all back.”
“am i not good enough?”
“i won’t let them hurt you.”
“i’m fine, let me see your arm.”
“why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of?”
“this is wrong.”
“none of this would’ve happened if you had just listened to me!”
“don’t run away from this.”
“you wanna know what your problem is?”
“so why’s it so important anyway?”
“i’m not here to talk about my feelings.”
“close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
“seems like i’m always saving your ass.”
“let me help with that.”
“you know you aren’t allowed in here, right?”
“don’t shut me out. please.”
“fine. i’ll help you but you have to help me.”
“i don’t need you to understand, i just need you to help me.”
“i have to do this alone.”
“i’m not talking to you when you’re like this.”
“i don’t need you anymore.”
“why did you wake me?”
“how many times have i told you? you can’t visit me here.”
“jealous? i’m not jealous!”
“this place is cursed… i can feel it.”
“you need to stay still.”
“i’ve been to many strange places… but this is a new one.”
“dangerous to be out so late.”
“don’t make me go by myself.”
“i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i?”
“we’re wasting time.”
“you… don’t like me very much, do you?”
“i would never lie to you.”
“give me one good reason why i should believe you.”
“i’m not sure what i’m supposed to feel.”
“you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly.”
“no more lies, no more secrets.”
“do you wanna get out of here?”
“what did they do to you?”
“i don’t go away if you ignore me.”
“you don’t know when to give up, do you?”
“i can’t help you unless you talk to me.”
“what was that for?”
“you can’t just come into my life and go right out of it. i won’t let you.”
“think of it as a compliment.”
“did you want to be alone?”
“who did you piss off this time?”
“you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground.”
“stop trying to figure everything out. just focus on now.”
“are you saying you care about me?”
“i did what i had to do.”
“what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say?”
“i don’t think we’re supposed to be in here.”
“they have us surrounded!”
“i’ve come for you.”
“promise me?”
“why are you looking at me like that?”
“you’ll always have a home with me.”
“i never meant to hurt you.”
“i believe you.”
“let me see that.”
“you can relax. we’re safe here.”
“you have to go somewhere safe.”
“we’ve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy.”
“when was the last time you ate something?”
“we have to leave, now!”
“i need your help… and you need mine.”
“i wasn’t flirting, i was being friendly.”
“change isn’t easy.”
“there has to be another way.”
“i don’t care what they say about me.”
“you’ve lost a lot of blood.”
“you don’t give a shit about me.”
“you want me? here i am.”
“i never wanted to hurt you.”
“it’s very rude to stare.”
“i don’t often get the chance to talk to someone like you.”
“if you have something to say, spit it out.”
“when was the last time you slept?”
“i can’t do this without you.”
“you’re such a fucking coward.”
“i’m not drunk enough for this.”
“i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time.”
“i wish i could hate you.”
“why are you still here?”
“you’re hot when you’re angry.”
“are you going to kill me?”
“i don’t have a plan, but we’ll figure it out.”
“we can stop them. i can help you.”
“i don’t feel so good.”
“promise me you won’t overreact.”
“is… that my shirt you’re wearing?”
“you look like you need a hug.”
“what do these symbols mean?”
“you can’t decide what’s best for someone else.”
“i guess i should’ve told you.”
“why won’t you tell me what happened?” from inha <3
( ✶ ) Random dialogue prompts ― status: accepting !
It’s hard to say what’s brought him here, when reality is taking its sweet time to catch up with him.
Here—where? Here is not where he’d intended to be, that is for sure. This place smelled like sandalwood and rose petals, and embraced him in a warmth comfortable enough to make him feel drowsy. Nothing like the scent of antiseptic and fluorescent lights he’d expected to be met with.
“i do blame you.”
( ✶ ) Random dialogue prompts ― status: accepting ! ( though momentarily slow! )
Casper feels no regret for the situation he’s landed the both of them in, though he cannot deny that being cut off mid-sentence had left a sour taste in his mouth. There’s a sharp edge to Taehwa’s voice that is impossible to disregard, despite the high amount of alcohol that is currently coursing through his veins. His friend, on the other hand, seems far less intoxicated—and is clearly not in the mood to listen to his half-baked excuses.
If Taehwa blames being kicked out of the party on Casper, he is fully justified in doing so. It is not even worth fighting what is so clearly the truth; not when this is not at all out of character for the younger. Perhaps if this had been a first, or if Taehwa didn’t know him any better, he might have been more forgiving. Today, however, he is irritated—and for all the right reasons. The whole ordeal had been nothing but a game to Casper. To Taehwa? A lot more had been at stake. It’s just too bad that the demigod can not always fully comprehend it.
And so, for once, he does seal his lips momentarily; a childish roll of his eyes the only defense left to give. He’s never been one to apologise verbally. In fact, he cannot remember when he last uttered the words ‘I’m sorry’ — and meant them. On the rare occasions he does realise he is in the wrong, Casper usually opts to make amends by finding ways to fix the problem (he created) himself.
And today is not the day he intends to fix these bad habits.
‘There is nobody to blame if there is nothing to be blamed for. This is Gangnam, there’s plenty of other events to crash. Wasn’t there an Opening Gala for the ballet tonight? I’ll get us in there instead.” A grin slowly tugs on his lips when Casper finishes speaking; apologetic, almost, if one knows him close enough. He raises the bottle of Moët he’d managed to snatch from the party, and takes one last swig before handing it over to his friend as a peace offering of sorts. ‘No worries, Taetae. I’ve got this.’
shrikcs:
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃. Apollo’s encounters with it are countless. From childhood’s age to now ( stealing from the cookie jar to stealing expensive bottles of vodka ), he’s counted it as one of his constant companions.
In today’s antics, mischieve comes in the form of a stunning, long-haired man with the blessings of Hermes coursing in his blood and making him divine. His roguish smile should set Apollo on edge, but when it comes to friends, the pool of divine to choose from isn’t as exhaustive as the one the humans have. Casper is less of a god and more of a devil standing on Apollo’s shoulder, leading him astray as a cure to his boredom, but Apollo doesn’t have enough self-respect to choose his friends wisely.
❛ That one, ❜ Apollo points at one of the bottles in Casper’s hands, glancing between it and his friend blankly. He might have grown up shit poor, but he’s brushed shoulders with enough rich assholes to be learned enough about liquor shop bottles. Besides, Casper’s restless energy makes Apollo’s eyebrow prickle with annoyance. He wants to ignore him and get this done with, but if he doesn’t entertain him even a little bit, he’ll go off on his own and make his own entertainment at the cost of, well, anything. That’s the thing about Casper. He’s volatile and fickle, and Apollo isn’t confident that he keeps Casper’s attention well enough.
Normally, he’s fine with this. It’s just that they’re robbing a store, and he’d rather Casper kept himself contained for the next five minutes lest they get caught. Apollo leans down and grabs a bottle from a bottom shelf, where the owner at the front counter can’t see him slip it into his backpack. He’s in the middle of reaching for another when he feels his blood grow hot— a sigh of frustration leaves his frowning lips.
❛ Say loot any louder and we won’t be carrying anything out, dumbass. Just pass me the goddamn bottle— ❜ Apollo looks up, hand out-reached, watching Casper impatiently.
It isn’t so much the words as the shift in energy that sparks his interest. A type of tension Casper is all too familiar with—not in the least because he often is the instigator. Dumbass? The son of Hermes quirks a brow, the sound of his scoff airy enough to go unnoticed. In fact, he is certain that Apollo has enough on his mind to be oblivious to the derision that drips from Casper’s features altogether.
Dumbass. He studies Apollo patiently—too patiently, almost—as if figuring out whether to pity the man, or how to fully ignite the pending anger. Unlike his friend, the pressure to move faster is non-existent. He considers the option to do as is told: raise his voice and repeat his words, yet ultimately decides against it. Entertaining, but not quite enough to settle for.
“Correct,” he finally replies, though it is the cheaper bottle that he hands over instead. Slowly. Then he crouches down next to Apollo, meeting the pair of agitated eyes with a solemn gaze of his own. “Which means I owe you a fun surprise.” Even his whispers are exaggerated; like a kid who only barely learned how to, and is too excited to fully lower his voice.
“Have you heard the joke about the two guys who tried to rob a liquor store?” As he speaks, Casper proceeds to relinquish the expensive bottle that had been left in his hand, though he halts his movements mid-air. “Only one of them got away scotch-free.” A crooked grin precedes the release of his digits from the bottle, glass shattering and allowing the clear liquid to pour out freely. “Oops. I’m such a dumbass.”
Apollo is not given the opportunity to retaliate; it takes Casper less than a blink of the eye to bolt to the other side of the store. Right in time before the owner to locate the noise and move towards the crime scene, loaded with questions. It leaves the son of Hermes to wonder if his partner can remain calm enough to hide the contents of his bag and play it off an accident.
Full disclosure: his bet is a solid no—but the distraction buys Casper some time to figure out their (his) next move.
“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”
( ✶ ) Random dialogue prompts ― status: accepting ! ( though likely slow! )
Silence is what initially meets Taehwa’s comment; though it is soon followed by an arch of his brow and a dismissive scoff. Despite knowing his friend means no harm, Casper does not welcome his defensive attitude. To say it had hurt his feelings would be a stretch—hurting his feelings required a lot more than this less-than-warm welcome. If anything, it is arrogance blending with disbelief.
No: Casper had not come here to tell Taehwa what had happened last night—if only for the simple fact that the demigod himself had no recollection of anything worth remembering, either.
But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to play along.
The change in expression is subtle; his disbelief played off as mere surprise. “Oh?” He studies Taehwa’s face well, dropping another moment of silence just to try and read his expression. Figure out whatever’s going through the elder’s head. “That’s.. I’d say impossible, but clearly that is not the case. Odd? Seeing as I was the only one there, someone must have—”
A pause; dramatic interlude. Then, his mouth finally opens, a quiet “no way” audible as much as it is recognisable from the look in his eyes and the slight curving of his lips. “Unless Spencer has told you herself. Not gonna lie, the whole situation was quite embarrassing to witness. Didn’t think she’d have the balls to face you again,” Casper admits, the lies rolling from his tongue with an alarming amount of ease. “On the positive side, she won’t be nagging us anymore in the apartment, thank the Gods. Or, well, thank you, for getting yourself into this mess in the first place.”
❝ I WILL STORM THE GODS AND SHAKE THE UNIVERSE. ❞
— euripides ( & casper, on the daily. )
hello again, from your resident slowpoke!! i decided to change cas’ faceclaim a final time, as i feel this suits his grungey vibe a LOT better! that being said, i have a very important week coming up that is taking more preparation than i anticipated. i’ll likely be occupied till next thursday, HOWEVER, i do want to stop myself from getting brainrot, and i DO want to start interacting with everyone!!!
so... i reblogged an ask meme, all of y’all who are willing to plot, please do send one in! :> tell me which muse you want a starter for and i’ll try to think of something! additionally, i will add anyone who gave me their discord in the next few days. i would’ve already, but i tried not to get myself too distracted ; A ;.
more random dialogue prompts ,
“why do you have that look on your face?”
“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”
“what have you done to yourself?”
“did you do something different with your hair?”
“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”
“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”
“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”
“there’s something wrong with me.”
“no, i don’t hate you.”
“hey stupid.”
“we’re aren’t them.”
“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”
“you know you’re wrong.”
“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”
“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”
“what makes me so special?”
“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”
“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”
“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”
"how about we don’t do that.”
“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”
“you’re the worst.”
“i don’t need you right now.”
“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”
“i thought you were supposed to call me.”
“take my hand.”
“i need you.”
“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”
“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”
“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”
“why won’t you tell me what happened?”
“you don’t know what this means to me.
“i know it doesn’t make sense.”
“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”
“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”
“your voice is putting me to sleep.”
“did you find what you were looking for?”
"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”
“well, i guess that’s broken.”
“i thought it was part of the act.”
“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”
“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”
“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”
“how could you do this to me?”
“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”
“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”
“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”
“people think i’m weird.”
“i think i’m losing myself again.”
“you can’t be here.”
“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”
“do you know what today is?”
“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”
“i need to get out.”
“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”
“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”
“you gonna eat that?”
“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”
“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”
“we’ll never make it in time.”
“you’d be late for your own funeral.”
“you should have seen it coming.”
“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”
“why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”
“is this how you flirt with everyone?”
“how much longer till we’re there?”
“what have you done?”
“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”
“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”
“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”
“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”
“i never want to hear you say that again.”
“you’re all i have.”
“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”
“i was doing so well until you showed up.”
“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”
“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”
“how can you stand this place?”
“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”
“you need to stop.”
“i don’t like that look, what happened?”
“is that seriously your password?”
“what’s your problem?”
“you had no right to use it without asking.”
“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”
“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”
“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”
“why do you want to help me?”
“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”
“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”
“hey, look what came in the mail!”
“do you want to get a drink or something?”
“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”
“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”
“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”
“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”
“you need to leave.”
“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”
“i do blame you.”
“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”
“you’re no longer useful to me.”
“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”
@shrikcs ♡
Network issues, defective hardware, or perhaps an issue with the power supply—whatever it is that has caused the store’s security cameras to stop working, it seems to be enough to keep its owner preoccupied. Phone held tight between shoulder and ear, the frustration in the man’s voice is easily distinguished; a distracted nod of the head the only greeting he dons the lone pair of customers that had just walked in. Had he paid closer attention, he might have noticed how their pupils were just slightly dilated; or how one of them seemed to have a peculiar edge to his smile that could not mean anything but trouble.
Before entering the store, he had told Apollo to act natural; a warning that had clearly not been relevant to Casper himself. More of an act to offer his friend a faux sense of security, the son of Hermes is all but subtle as he makes his way through the store—with the apparent need to voice his every single thought out loud. “Some music might liven this place up a bit, don’t you think? We only just got here, but I’m already bored.” Bored. The first warning signal, though he doubts Apollo has picked up on the clue. It’s not before long that he’s holding two bottles of vodka in his hands: a cheap one, and one that is clearly meant for a party fancier than they’re about to attend (read: finish it all somewhere down the next alley). “If you can guess which one is the more expensive bottle, I’ll treat you to a fun surprise,” he says, the grin audible in his voice before it spreads across his face. Second warning signal: surprise. To be avoided at all costs when it comes to Casper.
The impatience that grows inside of him is almost palpable, gaze shifting from Apollo to the owner and back. Just by looking at his expression, it is easy to tell when the next idea unfolds inside of his head. “Or do you wanna play a game? I know a fun one we can play right here, and it involves more alcohol,” Casper initiates, doing miracles at pretending to have forgotten why they came here in the first place. “Loser has to carry our loot!”
so uh, here’s my doc on casper! i am still working on it, but there’s a lot of info in there already and i’m very excited! :>
i would polish everything right now, but i gotta be up early and i’m passing out as i write this. butttttttt, if anyone wants to plot, i guess like this or message me?? and i’ll hit u up when i’m back! ♡
Hermes: Sometimes people would say 'What do you think you're doing?'
Hermes: But that just meant 'Stop'.
Hermes: They didn't actually want to know my thought process.
( mother dearest. )
i. May 4, 2005.
‘ Hey, Kihyun! I heard your mother sleeps with other men to earn money. ’ ‘ My mother said your father left you because of that! ’
( shrill laughter )
‘ Maybe she just doesn’t want to spend time with him. ’ ‘ That’s so embarrassing! ’ ‘ Where is Alec? did he leave you, too? Are you hiding because of him?'
