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[lyssads]

sorry for such shitty activity this week, i’ve had so much going on and i think i’m getting sick so i can’t focus on writing replies right now

[dsadeline]

; – ❝ you know, ❞ twirling her loose golden locks on her finger, Adeline cocked her head to the side with a sly look on her face. The person was blocking her way, and was indiscreetly staring. She looked the other from head to toe, raising an eyebrow at the details she found, well, interesting. Those feet look big. She chewed on her gum rather loudly. ❝ you should take a picture. It lasts longer. Didn’t your momma ever taught you that staring was rude? ❞

[lyssads]

   [ ★ ]   Observing her surroundings, Lyssa called it. Taking in her surroundings and analyzing them. It made her feel less out of place when she was alone. She hadn’t meant to stare, really, and she normally would’ve apologized for being a little rude and zoning out, but not today, not to her. “Actually, no. I don’t have a mother. And my father always taught me to pity people who think they’re hot shit, so I was taking a moment to feel bad for your lifeless hair. Plus, you’ve got something in your teeth,” she pointed out, baring her own and making a scratching motion. Shrugging, the girl pulled her hair back. “Usually this would be the part where I figure out who your mother is, but your overly confident attitude is super generic around here. You from the Isle?”

[iu-dailyblogs]

[joonpapi]

LYSSA & GABE | No, Sir, Not Me.

@lyssads

Gabriel rubs his towel through his still damp hair as he closes the door to his locker and picks up his bag from the floor. Today had been a pretty good practice day. Everyone was present and doing well, and it seemed that their captain was also in a good mood. Gabe is proud of them for making it through today.

He fits his damp towel in the plastic bag tied to his gym bag as he’s making his way out of the boys’ locker room. As he’s pondering what he’ll need to do once he gets back to his dorm room, he doesn’t realize that the person in front of him, just coming from the girls’ locker room, steps on an especially slippery patch of ground until her arms are flailing and her body makes a jerking motion backward. He barely manages to catch her, but his arms have awkwardly hooked around her body, one arm around her waist the other over her shoulder and across her chest.

The strap of his bag drops down to the crook of his elbow and he fails to hold back a wince and a grunt at the sharp, stinging pain that comes with the weight of the bag dragging his full arms down. Once he’s sure that she’s stable, leaning against him, he carefully helps her straighten up. He slings the strap of his bag back up over his shoulder and tries to meet her gaze.

“Are you alright?”

[lyssads]

It's shaping up to be a long day for Lyssa. Maybe she’s the one making it especially difficult for herself; she hasn’t really found too much of a place to fit in, probably because she was comparing everyone she met to her bond with her brother. She's starting to turn into an angst-ridden teenager and she isn’t a fan of the feeling. 

But things could’ve been worse. The members of the swim team are all relatively nice, Iz is starting to warm up to her, and most of what they're teaching in class turned out to be things that her father had already taught her and Lyias. She’s adjusting, but she worried that it’s not fast enough to make a difference in her surroundings.

She’s not paying nearly enough attention to the wet floor surrounding the pool and she narrowly misses a puddle. “Shit, that was close,” she mutters, only to have her sudden burst of luck change and step in another, actually falling this time. Her hands grab to cling on to whatever’s nearby, expecting to find nothing, but instead latching on to something- someone. Squeezed shut eyes complete her expression that clearly shows that she’s waiting to hit the ground. Once she decides she’s not going to fall, she opens one eye and peeks at whoever just saved her ass. ‘Oh god he’s attractive,’ she thinks, wincing at that even more than the prospect of wiping out.

She looks up at him when she’s back on her own feet, one arm still wrapped around him in fear that she’ll slip again. “I- uh.... I’m okay. I think. Thanks. For catching me, y’know.”

[lyssads]

okay I swear I'll be on later to do replies and get some more threads going so if you want to plot/want a vague starter, like this!!!

[dseth-blog]

as much as he refused to admit it, he didn’t like the way she was walking all over him, putting him down and subtly hinting at his lack of evil. hades’ child was getting on his nerves, and he bites back a snarl, fist clenched behind his back.

“ah, must’ve been the amount of kid icarus i’ve been playing. i figured that since defeating the heart would’ve hurt him in the virtual world, his daughter might’ve possessed a heart. that japanese game wasn’t amazing though, what a lie.” he pulled out a nintendo ds from the back of his pocket before tossing the game cartridge into the field beside them. 

he chuckled lowly at her claim, shaking his head in disagreement. “you might want to read the book again. my father never had to stalk. and didn’t your father teach you not to lie? especially when you’ve caught me lying.” growing tired of the useless exchange of conversation between the other and himself, he pulls out a cigarette from his pocket. “you don’t get to orchestrate how i want my performance to be. if i want to stick to the same choreography i’ve crafted for myself, it’s my choice.” lighting up his stick, he continued, “heroes or villains, it’s your choice, but no way in hell am i going to be your pawn. better luck next time.” 

seth made sure to exhale towards the direction of the wind, into her face.

[lyssads]

She laughed, obviously enjoying that she was under his skin within minutes of the start of their conversation. While she wouldn’t play completely innocent, she’d feign ignorance about some things and that most certainly included the fact that she knew exactly what she was doing. It was all a game; he was the one who wanted to play in the first place with his lies, so why couldn’t she show him the ropes?

“The virtual world, huh? You read any mythology? Even that shit is diluted by blatant lies, so why would a kids’ game be any sort of accurate? Ah, a true mistake on your part. Feelings make you weak. There’s no use for weakness here.” Her eyes followed his hands, glancing toward where the game had landed.

“Why would I waste my time? I clearly don’t care about what your father did or didn’t do, nor do his slightly underwhelming accomplishments interest me in the least bit. Again, if you’ve read anything about him, you’d know that he’s just about the best liar there is. He didn’t teach me not to lie, he taught me how to make other people believe them. But that doesn’t mean I’m lying now. Guess you’ll never know, though....” He just made it so easy for her to dig in to his pride, knock his confidence by slipping in sly comments about how bad he was at being bad. Digging in her bag, she pulled out her own half empty box of cigarettes and lit one. “Crafted? You sound like you created some masterpiece when really it’s rather.... Infantile. Simple. Effective at times, maybe, but nothing impressive.” At that point, she’d gotten a bit tired of just insulting him, so she figured that playing to his ego might give her some different results. “Pawn? C’mon, Wolfy, you’re so much smarter than just a pawn. You have your own pawns, don’t you? And you see how they act. Don’t you think I can tell that you don’t play the game? You run it. At least, you try to.”

And she stepped out of the way, blowing her own smoke back at him in return.

[dseth-blog]

he sensed her suspicion arousing through the tone of her response, and he isn’t too surprised. lyssa’s an isle kid after all, and isle kids are never so trusty. he had initially thought that lyssa would’ve been the rare, believing girl from the isle that was nothing like her parent, but unfortunately not. hades had probably brought her up too well.

“that’s up to you.” he responded, shrugging his shoulders in the process. he knew to keep his teeth out of poisonous meat, and she wasn’t too substantial enough to be lingering around with for long periods of time. seth stood rooted while she leaned towards him, mentally uninterested at what she was going to say, and even the close proximity didn’t faze him.

“oh.” he thought to himself, “the girl’s a fiesty one.” 

slouching back in his seat, he crossed his arms and nodded. “yeah, i don’t give a fuck. just didn’t want to break your heart.” why not play along? he had nothing to lose with a few more exchanges with the hades descendant anyway. “i know people don’t trust me, and i know you’re not that naive to be one who spills secrets like how red riding hood spills addresses from her contacts book.” seth leaned closer to her, head cocking to the side. “then why aren’t you keeping up with that image of being the naive one? who knows, you could’ve fooled me but you threw that away.”

[lyssads]

    [ ★ ]  She rolled her eyes, picking up her bottle of water and taking a long sip. She was never one to mess with the delicate balance the universe had set between good and evil, so she wasn’t entirely bothered by Seth’s demeanor. It was much different than her brother (who was about as good as an Isle kid could possibly be) and her father (who was professionally evil). 

           “You’re right, it is up to me. Just like standing here and talking to you is entirely my decision.” She shrugged back. 

          A laugh left her lips. “Oh please. You? Break my heart? How can one break something that I don’t possess in the first place, hm?” Lyssa nodded, focusing more on her chipping nail polish than on her companion. “Pretty sure that was a case of stalking and not a mismanaged date book, but sure. I don’t have secrets, anyway. Gives people less to try to turn against me. Only people who think they’re above the logic of secrets keep them.” Looking up, she smiled at him. “Because I pity you. You need help, people aren’t going to keep falling for that same old song and dance every time. Sooner or later, they’re gonna figure you out and without a more solid act, you’re fucked. Up shit’s creak without a paddle. And, being the philanthropic, good natured girl that I am, I think I can help. You have a lot of potential but you’re taking the easy way out because you don’t want to put effort in. That’s your first mistake. Plus, I haven’t decided if I’m going to be on the side of the heroes or the side of the villains just yet. Why lie to someone I could use later on?” She took a moment to look around, keeping her stance casual and seemingly friendly. “But you’re right, I coulda fooled you. Just didn’t feel like it.”

[lyssads]

@dseth

ah, the girl has obviously trusted him more than she should. inside, he celebrates. gaining one’s trust is one thing, but abusing the use is another. the more he knew, the better.

but he knows well enough than to take her bait so quickly. acting a little innocent could make her trust him more. besides, when the wolf is dressed in sheep’s skin, people would stick around, wouldn’t they?

“maybe,” he answers, lacing his voice with slight hesitance. “do you trust me? some people don’t, but do you?”

     [ ★ ]  There. Just before he answered, she saw a tiny flicker of something suspicious. Her gut had already told her not to trust him, but she wanted to see how well he’d follow through on his act. She’d always had a talent for understanding people, reading them without ever showing that she was figuring them out. And she’d started piecing him together; she had the second she’d met him. Half of it was instinct, half of it was her interest in psychology, finding out why people are the way they are.

            “I dunno, should I?” She asked in return, just as innocently. Like she was really considering spilling her guts to some guy she’d only known a short time. That was never going to happen, especially not with someone who was following exactly in his father’s footsteps. “Maybe I shouldn’t, but....”

           Leaning in a little, she smiled. Now was the time she had to decide if she’d let him in on her findings or keep going with pretending she was as gullible as he seemed to think she was. But Lyssa was never into theater or putting on a routine. “I think I’d like you better if you weren’t lying through your teeth.” She sat back, crossing one leg over the other. “C’mon, there’s obviously a reason that people don’t trust you. Why would I, someone who came from the same place you did, be so naive as to overlook that small detail?”

[jieunology]

[mindanjin]

     ❄❅❆ “I sincerely doubt he has the coordination for that,” Iz snorted, rolling her eyes. Axel was a goof. An absolute goof. He had a sense of humor, but that was the only thing Izzy thought he had going for him–that might just have been because they were siblings, though. “Noted. I wouldn’t say he’s necessarily sane either so you might just have a good shot.” Izzy was good with Lyssa. She was wary around some of the other kids from the Isle, because she didn’t know them as well or trust them as much, but Lyssa didn’t seem like the type to destroy the peace; kick up a little shit, maybe, but there were people who did that anyway. It was no big issue. “Not saying that I am,” Iz countered with a small shake of her head. “Everyone has duties and obligations. This is just how I deal with mine. I’d rather not put anything in jeopardy. That’s Axel’s job–mine is to clean up his messes.” Iz raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment any further. Maybe if she dropped it, Lyssa wouldn’t pursue the matter.

[lyssads]

   [ ★ ]  "Y’never know, Tizzy,” she laughed. “You know, I think I like that. Tizzy.” It was accurate, if nothing else. Izotiz Arendelle was easily the most anxious, nerve-filled person that Lyssa had ever met. The nickname was perfect. “Tell me, does your mother have the gift of prophecies, too? I mean, I know she does the whole ice fingers thing which is, admittedly, pretty impressive, but it’s almost like she knew what a nervous wreck you’d be when she named you.” Was involving her mother in jokes a little harsh? Maybe. Probably. But it wasn’t like she was being cruel about it. “If it helps, ‘Lyssa’ probably comes from the ancient Greek element ‘λυσσα’, which means ‘madness’. But I come from the world of the gods. There’s no way they didn’t know how absolutely bat shit nuts I’d end up.” She nodded, feigned excitement apparent in her demeanor. “Ooh, here’s hoping. I’d love to be your sister. I dream of dealing with you for the rest of my life every single night. Without fail.” Sighing, she finished off her drink and stood to pour herself another. “Oh, get over yourself. You’re not a janitor. I’m sure that you were born just so you could dote on him while pretending that it doesn’t make you want to jump out a window. He’s a big boy, he can take care of himself. Maybe if you stop cleaning up, he’ll stop making messes in the first place. What’s your damage? Really. I’m curious.” There was no way that she’d ever let any topic go that easily, especially not with her roommate.

[lyssads]

fright or flight || lyssa&&noah

@dsnoah​

      [ ★ ]  “What the ever loving f-” Lyssa rolled over, rubbing her eyes before she sat up. “Jesus Christ, Izotiz! Turn it off! NOW!” She’d never been one to respond well to being woken by loud noises. Or being woken at all. Her philosophy was ‘I’ll get up when I feel like getting up, and anyone who tries to rush me won’t live long enough to regret it’, and her family respected that. After another moment of being assaulted by the piercing screech, she shot out of bed and picked up the clock on the bedside table, throwing it at the wall in an attempt to quiet the room. When it didn’t work like she wanted it to, she stood over her roommate’s bed, ready to fight. But there was no one asleep there. “Hmm, no Iz.” She thought for a moment, nodding. “I could get used to this.” The alarm slowly made way to words, instructions, so she sat back down, listening to what was being said. “Haunted house? How lame. I grew up with the god of the dead; I’m already unimpressed,” she mumbled to herself. She figured, however, that there was a wonderful opportunity to use her upbringing to make things a little more....lively. 

            Her usually ‘out there’ wardrobe was perfect for this occasion, so she dressed quickly and headed out into the darkness. It didn’t take her more than a few minutes to walk through what she thought was a decent amount of the school, giggling at what was supposed to terrify her. Eventually, she found a spot that looked like it was supposed to be a momentary reprieve from all the horror and scares. “Perfect,” she whispered, ducking down behind something that could’ve been a trashcan or maybe a makeshift hiding spot made up of a filing cabinet or something, and waited to see who would come along that she could mess with. 

             She was about to give up, walk off and finish this lame task, when she heard footsteps. Luckily, it was dark enough for her to get away with crawling out from her spot to see who was coming. Noah. Poor, sweet Noah who had no idea what was coming. She almost hoped he wouldn’t fall for the trick she had up her sleeve. Not to mention that she definitely hoped he wouldn’t dislike her for it; she thought he was awfully cute and scaring the crap out of him probably wasn’t the best way to flirt. But she wasn’t one to back out of an idea just because it could get her in a little trouble. He was finally within earshot and it was time for her to put her plan into action. The best way to scare someone was to lure them close enough and pop out when they were least expecting it, so that’s exactly what she was going to do. She did what she could to imitate a stereotypical ghost, calling out his name just loud enough that he would hear. It didn’t take all too long to draw him close enough to jump out and scream in an attempt to get him to jump. Laughing, she moved back toward the center of the room. “Did I get you? Please tell me I scared you at least a little.”

[lyssads]

okay i’m here kind of working on replies lemme know if you want a starter and i’ll add it to the list!!

[cthylle]

ok yes i may be evil and morally corrupt but i’m also incredibly beautiful and i think that makes up for it honestly

[lyiasds-deactivated20160402]

“Well, while I would love to spend all my time with you too because you get me and I know you, we can’t always have our way.” And he really would. Lyias would pick his sister over any one else any day. He could be himself and not have to worry about how he’s being looked at and judged all based on his father. “I’m not sure if you’re the most sociable person I know, but you’re certainly… one.” Shaking his head he was going to attempt stubbornness, but that never went over well with Lyssa and she always ended up getting what she wanted out of him. But it still wouldn’t stop him from trying. “I told you everything. I went to my classes, survived the day and that’s it. There’s nothing else. Nothing interesting happened to me.” And he wasn’t exactly lying. Nothing interesting happened, but only because he made sure to avoid any one and every one. No chances for anything interesting because he doesn’t like interesting. He likes the normal. “Nope. You’re definitely the cuter one.” Nodding a few times he looked sure and ready to put up a fight for this. “I’m sure about this. Definitely cuter. Look at these cheeks.” Once again he was pinching at her cheeks and cooing. “Super cute and pretty. Obviously the prettier out of us. Being twins has nothing to do that. We can’t be twins when I look like I do and you’re so pretty.” 

[lyssads]

      [ ★ ]  “Well then that’s bullshit and I object,” she laughed, despite how serious she was. Why waste her time with people she didn’t like and didn’t want to like when she could hang out with her best friend whenever she wanted? “No, I’m the number one. The most, the best, the greatest. The highest superlative in your whole life and not just in terms of my charming personality.” Raising her eyebrows, she started to form the signature pout that would get anything she wanted out of her brother. “You told me the bare minimum, and when has that ever gotten you far with me? Hmm? What’d you do to make sure that nothing interesting happened, Ly? I’ll repeat: eternities in literal Hell, doesn’t mean they were enjoyable.” Lyssa rolled her eyes. “Shut up, we’re all but identical twins, shithead. You’re just as cute as I am. You’re asking to get punched right in the throat, Lyias Mortuus.” She swatted his hands away from her face, covering her cheeks with her palms once they were away. “Maybe if you started wearing makeup we’d look more alike, yeah? At least neither of us looks like Dad, you have to give yourself that much. Though the flaming hair would be a great addition to your look.”

[dseleanor-deactivated20151019]

She couldn’t nod in agreement quickly enough, “Sometimes, I wish that some people would wake up and realize that they’re not that special.” Eleanor couldn’t count how lucky she was that she realized how regular she was. Up until a few years ago she acted like she was so much better than everyone, she might of been the worst when it came to her self importance. Thinking back about her past self she couldn’t help but shudder. Her lip turned into a mock pout, “Aw, I’m not going to see you on any of my dramas? My life just got sadder.” She laughed. “Well you lived that long without people but now you met me you couldn’t possibly without me now.” She joked putting on her best ‘you love me face’ she had.

[lyssads]

      [ ★ ]  "As is the human way, my friend. They’ll never admit to themselves that they’re not as important as they pretend to be. Gods are the same way. Give ‘em a smidgen of power and they’ll trip over it for an entire lifetime.” She shrugged, having had this debate with her brother more than once or twice in the past. It was really an incredible thing, how people could convince themselves how much they mattered when they were nothing more than average. “’Ts what happens when people refuse to open their eyes to whatever truth is around for them to see.” Rolling her eyes, Lyssa swam away from her. “That’s what I’m sayin’. You’ll just have to get your fill of my pretty face while I’m here.” She gave a sarcastic nod and pretended to swoon. Well, the best she could while treading water. “But of course. My life would never be the same if I didn’t see you again.”

[jieunology]

[lyssads]

150920 7th Anniversary Fanmeet cr: 사초네

[lyssads]

i’m here if anyone wants to plot or start a thread or something, i’m just procrastinating on replies atm