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though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, MIA STOEGER is actually a descendent of DIONYSUS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-TWO year old MYTHOLOGICAL STUDIES MAJOR from LOS ANGELES, USA has taken after HER godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite CHARISMATIC & DUPLICITOUS.

( mamma mia .,.. here we go again ! hello. it’s me, katya, and coming back is this idiot whom some of u may already know. here’s a messy updated intro & as per yoozh, feel free to hop in my ims to plot or drop a like and i’ll hop in urs ! x )

#euintro #drug use tw #car accidents tw

et voilà ! mia avec sa céfran préférée dans les montagnes ! c'est un petit voyage bien mérité ( du moins selon mia ) après le truc de ouf qui s'est passé dans sa maison. la légende ajoutée est une blague d'anaïs, quelqu'un qui, grâce à ses pouvoirs, n'est pas dérangée par le froid. d'autre part, nous avons mia, presque gelée. ce n'est pas non plus de se plaindre, les deux pratiquement inséparables depuis qu'elle est revenue.

#miastgrrr #ft. anais #chara dev.#face #study break at 8am w 0 sleep #my brain: post written drafts n edits w french gibberish!#also i peaked w this manip bc gay rights

ivan.

STARTER FOR: @miaxeu

LOCATION: mia and vi’s room

“I LOVE WHAT YOU’VE DONE WITH THE ROOM,” he says, not even concealing the mocking in his tone as he sits down on what he takes to be Mia’s bed. “how does it feel having a roommate?” after spending two months stuck in one room with sweaty men, he is grateful he has a room of his own, hell, even if he had to share a room with dax, he’d be happy with that settlement. “anyway, i’m not here to make fun of you, well, i am but i also had another purpose. are you free tonight? they’re projecting this polish film at the theatre and i can’t think of anyone else that would enjoy it. do you want to go?”

THE CANNED LAUGHTER SOUNDS OFF in mia’s mind, and she meets his teasing with a slapstick-style roll of her eyes. “ you have your fun now, but wait ‘til i end up changing the locks on your bedroom. ” it’s an empty yet probable threat as she drags her big brother away from her bed, because ivan’s room has been one of her havens the past weeks — mia doing whatever she can to keep a wide berth from virginia. “ and fine, but you know my rule about snacking during a film ; we’re not heathens. although i do think we should address the elephant in the room. ” pause for dramatic effect. “ what’s the real reason you couldn’t get a date to this movie ? are you just gonna be less and less dateable every time you return from russia ? what in the world has vladdy done to my big brat this time ? ” it’s a rapid-fire list of questions asked in an old-timey voice, one closed with the raise of an imaginary recorder.

#dash #dash: ivan #... geddit? big brat?#cue laugh track & rimshot pls

carly.

♡

Mia’s words stole the breath from her lungs and her lips parted. She wasn’t going to entertain this. Everyone from the Dionysus house was the same, and Mia was only proving it now as she leaned forward, but Carly’s eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t force herself to look away. Unconsciously, she shifted forward too, grip on the wooden edge of the booth’s counter tightening. “More than a few?” She barely breathed out the words, her eyes darting downward to Mia’s lips.

A loud bang! from one of the booths setting up behind them jolted Carly back to her senses, and she stood up straighter, clearing her throat. “You’re making fun of me.” She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Was this what it felt like when she used charmspeak on people? She was completely out of her element. There were so many reasons why what Mia was saying made no sense. She was Iker’s ex-girlfriend, and more than that, she was a girl. Carly had never thought about other girls that way, had barely even thought of many guys that way. This wasn’t her. On so many levels. “Whatever you’re doing, fucking with my head or trying to make me go crazy, just stop.”

IT’S LIKE HER SCRIPT FLEW out the window, the loud crash ruining her show, and now mia’s forced to improvise. “ i wasn’t making fun of you, ” she chuckles lightly as though the nonchalance works in her favor. “ teasing, maybe. ” mia straightens her stance to mirror the other’s, but keeps the distance short between them while her eyes stay on carly. “ okay, flirting, but i wasn’t using my powers — i would never. ” that part is at least true, mia smiling a little embarrassed as she willingly gives up her motives, a light hail mary in hopes that candor would gain her the upper hand.

there’s not much to fake as she restarts her one-sided staring contest. carly is still, on all accounts, a daughter of aphrodite, and mia, spoilt and drawn to beauty, half-human at her core. “ come on, carly, you can’t get mad at me for that, ” she appeals to rapport only half-established, the image of infatuation, looking completely head-over-heels, easily maintained. “ can i at least make a case for my reasons ? and if you still think i’m just making fun of you, i will double my donations, then i’ll leave you alone. ” it’s not the norm for her to be this persistent, but the atmosphere encourages the challenge, and mia figures as she spares one look around them that everything here is fair game. “ do it for charity, team player. ”

#dash #dash: carly #eucarnival #fair game .... pun intended.

rory.

it’s never completely uncomfortable with mia, even on the nights were there’s something unsaid, the unspoken truth between the two of them that they never had to put on the masks. “you ever see deadpool?” he asks after a moment, head moving from where he’d tracked her over to join him back to the projection of the planets on the ceiling. “what’s it gonna be: long sullen silence or mean comment?” he quotes, pulling it out a little more easily than he expected. “what you said just kinda … reminded me of it.” he’s more than familiar with this planetarium show, having sat through it enough times on a loop to be able to speak along with it, but he just hums. “we both know anything i pick is going to devolve into what i didn’t pick.”

THE LIGHTS OVERHEAD FRAME HIS FACE in funny angles, and mia’s gaze follows the stray beams for a while — a momentary distraction from the conversation until she’s whipped back by his question . “ yes, i have seen it, ” mia laughs at the quote pulled from memory, sitting a chair away from rory and settles her gaze upward instead. “ tell me a fun fact then, ” she twists to face him a little better, her own roll lit and ready to smoke, “ about the stars and space in all its glorious mystery. ” the teasing comes with no intention to offend, the haughty intonation nothing more than playful banter. “ i know you have a billion of them ; don’t get stingy. ”

#dash #dash: rory #drug use tw

iker.

❈

Iker’s flow of impulse-induced words comes back to him, leaving him speechless and motionless as she starts pounding his chest. He doesn’t even try to stop her because for some masochist reason he knows that if they can bond over something right now is through their pain. Perhaps this is the moment they reach common ground, both being completely miserable. Lips parted, ready to retaliate, tell her the pain she caused him when she cut him out of her life, but the words get stuck somewhere in his throat and all he has left to do is watch her as she drags the chair. Defeated, he sits down in front of her, eyes glued to his hands as he nervously fiddles with his fingers. Like you haven’t completely ruined us. A sudden stroke of anger makes his face drop, before he snickers, shaking his head as another emotion hits him, that one of disbelief. “I ruined us? It’s entirely my fault, no?” Just seconds ago he was willing to take all the blame but something about it seems cruel and he can’t quite stand for it. “As usual, you are pristine, perfect, and innocent and I’m the villain in whatever script you are playing. Well, you know what, maybe I got tired of playing the side role in your story, the antagonist. So, I guess I ruined us when I slept with Virginia but consider this alternative ending, maybe we were ruined way before that happened.” A happy ending for Mia and Iker? It was a weak third act, both doomed from the start.

Then she speaks about love, the love he stupidly still harbors for her. However, her words cut deep because deep down he knows she’s right, he has a funny way of showing love. Being loved by him was almost like a poison pill, one that would emotionally drag them to the sullen depths where he himself was confined. This is why it was so much easier to jump from bed to bed, finding another being with intriguing vulnerabilities and just relish in their company for long enough to fulfill the void within him. He extends his hand to where she is, taking whatever courage he has left to lift his gaze and stare at her, trying his best to match her coldness but the tears brimming in his eyes betray him. “Show me, Mia,” he says, trying to swallow the growing lump in his throat, “show me where I hurt you and I’ll show you where you hurt me when you decided I didn’t deserve to be part of your life.” Despite how harsh his words come out, there is not a hint of malice in his voice, just nothing but pure affliction. A sigh sounds from him, tired of this game of vague sentiments. “I never asked you to release me, but you did."

A RAPID MONTAGE PLAYS OUT in her head, quick cuts of all the ways this could end. countless storyboards rearrange themselves in her imagination, while mia — physical and real — remains frozen at the scene. “ you would have resented me eventually if i hadn’t, ” she says as facts pulled straight from her own experience, finally lifting her gaze to meet his. the desire to tell tales from where she stands dies in the hollow of her throat. the hours of grief and numbing desolation, the weeks mia spent back home, the cruelness of her mother — all stories she can’t bear to tell. especially not to iker. not when he looks to be in as much pain as she is. “ i’m sorry, ” she chokes on a sob, but stifles it quickly, “ i should have at least given you the chance to try and understand. ”

her last labor of love, mia decides sitting across from him, would be to make herself small at that moment, “ you're not the villain, iker ” — just for a brief moment, so she can make enough room for her to leave — “ but if it helps, i can be that. ” she casts herself in the role of his choosing, plays martyr by taking the blame, but the truth in her words cushion the blow, and mia moves away from him with subtle defeat, “ i just can’t be here anymore. ” because pointing fingers would get them nowhere, and exhaustion far outweighs her pride. “ for what it’s worth, ” mia begins as she stands by the open doorway, too much her father’s daughter to withdraw without a final line, “ i love you immensely. ” there’s no score to sound the last act, and cue the supercut that rolls over the frame — eight years of friendship condensed to fill a second of silence. she looks at him, and in suspended disbelief, sees him still as that boy from camp with the cocky grin that reminds her of home, always clutching a book riddled with margin notes. her friend, above and despite all, until she turns and finally exits the scene.

#dash #dash: iker #& thats a wrap on s02 #tnx tho i h8d it #this has been in my drafts for decades i just need it OVER N DONE W GB

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#ur a cast signed broken arm!#a lil 2 on the nose but ty annie #mia musica

kotonas

the book of disquiet by fernando pessoa

#muse #bc ella (the gothic nerd) just called me a snob n a half #also jfc fernando

freya.

she gives her a small shrug , honest in the sense that freya herself only has half an excuse as to why she suggested it in the first place. “it seemed like a good place to catch up,” she answers, “away from all the never ending craziness.” she leaves it at that, hoping that it serves as an invitation to turn the conversation more into just meaningless small talk, giving mia the control she knows she craves. “what?” she laughs, looking out into the world as she tries to mask the flush growing on her face. she hadn’t but it didn’t mean the thought wasn’t crossing her mind now. she lets the warmth on her face cool down before turning back to mia. “no,” she shakes her head, “just hoping to catch up with my favorite actress, that’s all.”

THE RESISTANCE COMES INSTANTLY, but not for lack of trust. mia knows freya well-enough, she thinks, that anything shared in that passenger car — suspended about a hundred meters high — would stay there, safe in the space between them. “ wow, the kiss i gave you was that bad huh, ” mia chuckles lightly in jest, still choosing with all her stubborn might to keep things close to the vest. it took them an almost encounter with a monster before for mia to break ; it’d take more than a few pointed statements now to do the same. “ you know, i wouldn’t even be surprised if you don’t remember it anymore. ”

#dash #dash: freya #eucarnival #hav a 3am barely coherent rep as is d norm

theo.

“MIA, IS THAT SHORT for anything?” pausing, her name slowly clicks, having heard it from things she had been in and around campus. a smile spreads across his lips as he nods, “it’s nice to meet you as well, feel free to call me teddy. or theo, whatever works for you!″ teddy assured her with a nod of his head before shrugging his shoulders, tipping an imaginary hat at her, “all in a days work.” he couldn’t help but joke, falling in step beside her easily as he looked around at all the bright lights, a feeling of home and coney island filling him instantly. “there’s tons of options, have you ever had a funnel cake? fried oreos?”

“ TEDDY SOUNDS PERFECT, ” mia notes with a smile. even though she normally wouldn’t be caught dead with a grown man still calling themselves teddy, exceptions can be made when it’s this entertaining. “ i have had fried oreos before, but only ‘cause a friend made them at my place. funnel cakes ... i have to be honest, they look like everything people hate about america. ” her tone’s light enough it’d be hard to cause offense, eyes looking at the array of snacks in front of them. “ also, no, mia’s just mia. ” she says as an afterthought, confusion kept to herself about what else mia could possibly be short for. “ and because i’m no expert, and i can’t not trust the man who literally just saved my life, i’m letting you make the choice tonight. go crazy. ”

#dash #dash: theo #eucarnival #look how late ! but luv me still pls n ty

florizels

You and I, who yearn for blameless intimacy, we will be unwilling to speak even the first words of inquisitive delight, for fear of reprisals. Everything desperate will live behind a joke. But I swear that I will stand within the range of your perfume.

Leonard Cohen, Excerpt of Moving Into a Period from Book of Longing (via florizels)

#screams in major fifths #muse #ft. anais

anaïs.

🌷

she only looks over for a moment, she thinks if she looks too long she’ll lose her focus on the game, too content with being around her at the moment but intent on winning the prize. she’s not surprised at the attempt to connect it to the movies, ana is well aware by now how much her work influences her, she thinks you can’t really have one without the other, but she nods and shoots her a wink, and turns back to focus on the game. “shame, i guess the fate of your newfound carnival experience rests on the expertise of the flick of my wrist,” she retorts, another toss. she’s lulled into a focus, wincing every time the plastic clinks off the bottles until she’s on her last ring. she stops, and looks at it, then at mia, and grins, then blows it a kiss. “for good luck,” she says, and then tosses it one last time, as it lands right on the bottle.

“ OH MY GOD, YOU ACTUALLY DID IT ! ” mia screams in triumphant exaggeration, bouncing on the soles of her feet as she looks back at the ring-necked bottle, still slightly in disbelief. “ oh my god, oh you actually did it ! ” it seems silly for mia to be this excited, and yet she is. and it’s pride that pulls her toward anaïs for a hug, one cut short by the operator handing out the plush toy to her, seemingly having eavesdropped on their conversation as he plucks the one mia wanted from the lineup. “ nice wrist you got there there, matt, ” she teases as she takes it, arms wrapping around the blue fur. “ two things : first, what do we name them ? and second, how do i thank you for the prize ? ” the feigned cluelessness is so obviously bait, mia asking for an excuse, some confirmation that anaïs wants her to repay the favor. the question a subtle promise in itself that she’d do it if they ask.

#dash #dash: anais #eucarnival #ur ryt my b this is totes het

freya.

“ right , sorry , ” she laughs lightly , still trying to figure out where the two stand exactly. “wouldn’t dare of it.” emerald eyes fall onto mia as she let’s a moment of silence pass as she tries to figure out how much to push. would now be a good time to try to get mia talking? she debates it for a second before realizing that would only antagonize the blonde, putting distance between them once again. she finds herself stuck, not sure what to do or say. small talk has never been her forte. she prefers actual conversations, meaningful ones. “yeah, of course. just wait until we get to the top, there’s something really peaceful about looking down at everything and everyone.”

“ SO WHY THE FERRIS WHEEL ? ” mia finally questions, sensing that the unease wasn’t one she bore alone. it remains an unanswered musing — why freya so willingly invited her back to her life, no questions asked — but mia isn’t anywhere near witless to not have a clue. the actress works with subtleties, trained to emulate and react to them so seamlessly it translates perfectly onscreen. freya’s textbook and she knows it, but she knows better that anything unspoken frees her from obligation, believing for the sake of convenience that no lines can be crossed before they exist. “ you weren’t thinking of smooching me up here, were you ? ” she treads the line, haphazardly and without shame, because this teasing brings them back to a place of mia’s comfort ; it turns the focus away from her a minute longer and places it on freya.

#dash #dash: freya #eucarnival #i hate her i hate her i hate her

anaïs.

🌷

“and what if i said you were not? what would you do?” she teases, with a grin on her face. “don’t worry your little head, i have this,” she says, simply, taking the rest of her rings and standing besides mia. popcorn set on the counter, safely, they’re side by side, ana splitting the rings up between them, as they continue their unsuccessful attempts for the coveted blue orangutan. “so this is the first time you are at one, uninterrupted and unscripted,” she replies, a sly glance over to the other. she is not trying to make mia examine her own life, especially considering the amount she’s gone through in the past three months alone, but she is curious. she likes learning about her, she doesn’t want to stop learning about her. “it is harder than it looks,” she says, with a giggle. “me? when i was little. when i still lived in france. it was not like we got many excursions at camp,” she replies, simply, and memories of it only remain a blur of neon lights. “but i like them. i like the atmosphere. i like forgetting for a little and just having fun, you know?” an escape, this is what they felt like. a temporary reprieve of neon lights and fried foods.

THERE’S A ONGOING BATTLE for her attention, waged between the upright bottles on the far side of the tent that taunt her and the other demigod beside mia telling her stories about home. the latter wins, too easily that it was hardly a fight at all. “ i agree, ” mia plainly responds, still regarding anaïs with a grin as they continue to throw their rings. she puts down her own and nudges them toward ana’s side on the counter, more ammo for the other to vie for the prize. “ i’d say it feels like a movie set, but that wouldn’t be accurate at all. ” it feels trite to put it into words at the risk of ruining the moment, so mia leaves it at that and continues to cheer every time the hoop almost passes through the neck, half-hollers sidetracked by a groan as the adrenaline rushes back to her. “ oh, and if i don’t get my blue ape, then i might just be traumatized from fairs and carnivals altogether. ” the teasing’s apparent and made even more clear by the smirk on her features. “ such a shame, really, ” mia amps up before she shifts the sound of her voice, echoing anaïs’ french accent. “ this is first time i am at one, uninterrupted and unscripted. ”

#dash #dash: anais #eucarnival #chang vc: gAaaaaAAAAAY

theo.

HIS EYES STAYED ON HER as he made sure she was good, teddy had always been rather quick on his feet, but not at the hermes speed given their godly powers. “don’t worry about it, i would’ve felt bad letting you get flattened like a pancake.” he explained with a warm smile, one he often worn that sparkled behind his hazel eyes, “yeah, i don’t think hermes is exactly the most responsible among the council of gods…i’m just glad you got out without a scratch.” teddy admitted with a nod of his head, head lulling to the side as he waved off her offer, well until he caught a whiff of someone walking past with some fried oreos that had his mouth watering. “how about we split something? nothing sparks my appetite like a near-death experience.” he joked as he cleared his throat, extending a hand out to the girl now, “i’m teddy, by the way.”

SHE’S NO EXPERT BY ANY MEANS, but a habit’s a habit, and talk’s the currency of the place she’s from. it doesn’t take long to recall the boy’s parentage, and mia reaches out her hand, strategic as ever she deftly takes his. “ mia stoeger, ” the blonde answers back, her tone and intonation part of her routine back home, so is the disarming smile that comes along with it. “ it’s nice to meet you, theo. and thank you again for saving me from a pancake fate. ” she keeps the banter light, deciding to dog-ear any comments to be made about fathers and legacies as she walks with him toward the stands. “ splitting it sounds perfect. any particular craving ? i’m afraid i’m not too familiar with my fair foods just yet. ”

#dash #dash: theo #eucarnival

theo.

open to: @miaxeu when: eonia carnival night

THE CARNIVAL WAS LOUD, fast paced as people zoomed to the next ride, reckless as they seemingly didn’t notice the world around them. so whenever he noticed a girl standing in the line of some hermes boys zooming towards her on a golfcart , he reached out to carefully move her out of harms way. “whew, that was close!” teddy breathed out with a shake of his head, watching the boy’s disappear into the crowd once more as they honked the horn, “some people don’t pay any attention, you alright?”

IT’S A SCENE SWIPED STRAIGHT from a romcom, and mia’d usually laugh at the sight if it didn’t have her cast as the damsel, swooped and saved at the last minute by a knight in shining armor. “ holy fu— ” and cut the clip to the moment of rescue, one that puts a name and face to the rest of the company . “ yeah, i’m fine, thank you. ” and just like that, she eases into the role, face flushed and the right amount of breathless from the whiplash. the genre has never been her forte, but the setting’s too perfect, and a distraction’s idyllic she figures why fight it. “ i’d say we ought to file a complaint, but who’s going to reprimand them — hermes ? ” mia laughs without moving from her place, eyes shifting to the concessions while the idea dawns on her. “ can i buy you a snack to say thank you ? whatever you want. it’s least i could do. ”

#dash #dash: theo #aaaaahhh ty h!!! <33333333 #mia vs perceiving sm things in tv/movie terms dont perceive shes an idiot #also im half awake so im so soz 4 wtvr this is dmnfsd #eucarnival

anaïs,

🌷

anaïs laughs, clear and genuine, and scoffs at her statement, before reaching over and grabbing a handful of popcorn, popping a few kernels in her mouth. “cute, yeah, okay,” she says with a playful roll of her eyes. “i am my own person, but i am certain that we should all live a little. try new things. have you been to a lot of carnivals in your life, mia?” she can’t quite imagine someone who has been working since they were a child had much of the normal childhood experiences. in fact, she knows on some level that mia has not. she passes her a ring, and takes the popcorn from her, gently nudging to switch places. “come on, throw it, it is cute enough, right?”

HER BOTTOM LIP JUTS OUT in a pout, warily eyeing the ring passed to her before teasing, “ does this mean i’m not getting my prize ? ” then switching with ana without any more protest. “ i've passed by a few during travels. ” bruxelles, des tuileries, but mia could never stay long enough, a quick hour between trains the most she got from it ; the rides deemed a liability by her mother who had them both bound by contract. “ and of course, carnival episodes are a tv staple so there was always one somewhere in the studios, ” mia recounts detached from emotion, easily getting swept up in the game, but she can sense the sentiment behind the question. if mia were to take note of every single thing she missed in her life growing up, every moment robbed from her by her work, then she’d never get anything done. “ okay, this is actually — hold on, ” she laughs mid-throw, pausing to tie her hair up as she asks distracted, “ what about you ? carnivals, i mean. been to a lot ? ”

#dash #dash: anais #eucarnival

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