He Bled Ink.

* Closed RP account.* *I don't own the images*

[acrylicalchemy]

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

Vincent van Gogh (via acrylicalchemy)

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Inked Warrior | Ivan & Sehun

Sehun doesn’t usually visit a lot of places, but his steps often lead him back to the tattoo parlour where he’s gotten his tattoo. Why? Probably because he continues to think of having another one. But he has no idea which one, so he doesn’t actually ever enter the place anymore. He just walks by it more often. Which they might regard with a frown, considering the fact that more often is beginning to be a lot of the time, but then who is he to care about what other people think of him? Right.

One more reason, however, might also be the man whom Sehun presumes is the owner of the place. A god covered in his own fair share of tattoos, but not looking like some of the junk people he’s met during his time in the streets. No, this man makes the tattoos look like artwork, like stories of battles won and large victories. This man, just the sight of him, fills Sehun with respect.

And respect is not something that Sehun feels a whole lot of. It’s a very rare thing, actually. So he’s been kind of cradling the feeling and allowing himself to feel something less negative for a change. But he’s not stupid and he knows that the respect he feels is not for an actual person but just for the idea of him that Sehun has in his mind.

So there is only one way to figure out whether or not this god actually deserves his respect. And that is going over to talk to him. So, when his feet lead him to the tattoo parlour yet again that day, and he notices the god walking away nearby, he quickens his steps a little to make sure he catches up.

“Afternoon,” is the only greeting he give. Which could probably be better, but he’s never had to do proper greetings, so why start? “You the tattoo god?” He’s also never done smalltalk, so why start with that either, right?

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Hearing his title called out in a particular Tone Ivan was quick to turn around, taking in the sight of who he had a bit suspicion was the recent visitor pacing around the front of the parlor. So it seemed Sana and his own observations rang true.

Straightening up his spine Ivan humored the strangely familiar man in front of him, a small polite tip of his head “Acat. God of tattoos and scarification. You're familiar. I can sense it in your tattoo”. He couldn't even sense see the tattoo, but he could sense it, the faint echo of the ink woven into the other's skin quietly calling out to him. It was a moderately sized tattoo from what he could tell. 

Giving the other a once over he tucked his hands behind his back, a bit expectantly. It wasn't every day someone had the nerve to walk up to him directly, and when they did he was usually dealing with loud arrogant Gods. This man was vastly different from those who often demanded Tattoos from the God who more often than not left thoroughly pissed off and sans tattoo. 

Eyeing the man with a particularly cool stare Ivan drawled out a few more words, waiting for some tell-tale wording leading to a tattoo conversation, “I’m at a disadvantage, who do I have the pleasure of speaking to today? I apologize I wasn't present for your last visit here”.

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Planetarium | Ivan & Hades

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hyukjaemp:

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It’s like this exhibit is alive all around them, as if it’s the real sky brought to them with a different focus. It makes him smile, the sight of all these stars and the way everything is so beautifully vibrant. There are poems to be made about this view, stories to be told, songs to be sung, plays to be played, paintings to be painted. None of them by him, though. Hades is not artfully inclined in the least - unless you include little cartoon graphics of Zeus made when he was younger and sent over by Hermes-messenger to bug his younger brother. But honestly, in this very moment he wishes he had any artistic abilities just so he could properly put this into words. But then again, he doesn’t think any kind of art will ever do the beauty of all of this proper justice.

His silence stretches for a while as he just stands there looking around, almost forgetting there is another person with him and that he isn’t actually floating out and about in space but just standing inside of a building looking at someone else’s handiwork. They for sure deserve is full respect.

Hades’ comment on the underworld being a complicated place to navigate has his mind already whirling. He made it a point to go visit Amaterasu and check out some research materials. He’d have a pleasant way to spend the few quiet moments he had at work. “It already sounds interesting. You'll have to put my curiosity about it to rest one day”.

Quietly taking in the atmosphere Ivan takes mental snapshots of the scenery around them, there was sure to be some good sketches to draw from the elegant stars dancing around them. He wasn't quite sure how long they'd stood there before the flecks of light slowly start dwindling down, the soft glow of lights coming on and leading them towards the exit, “I really hope the rest of the planetarium isn't a bit of a disappointment after this. I thought have thought more about it. There is an observatory where you can observe actual stars and planets if you'd like to go look at them. I've gotten great sketches of Saturn and Mars is always a lovely planet to look at, but you may be more fond of the nebulas they might be observing”. 

Walking along the halls he cracks open one of the blank pages on his sketchbook, hand already itching to get something on the page “ You don’t mind, do you? I'm sorry if I'm not as good a guide as the actual workers here, I tend to wander on my own, so I'm not as knowledgable as I'd like to be. I usually just come for the inspiration”. 

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About That Tattoo | Acat & Zeus

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“It’s quite simply really,” Zeus said, breaking the silence in between them as he had decided to indulge Ivan and tell him his reasons for asking him all those years ago. “Lightning is alive, unpredictable and powerful. I wanted someone who could portray all of that in one tattoo which would do honor to both lighting and well, me.” Shrugging shamelessly because he was a vein god who had no trouble with saying what he wanted and admitting to why he wanted something. “You are the god of tattoos, Ivan, with lots and experience and knowledge about tattoos. So my choice was quickly made. If anyone would have been able to do justice to the tattoo I wanted to have, then it would have been you.” Glancing shortly down again at his buzzing lightning tattoo a smile perked up the corners of his lips lightly. “And you just proved I was right all those years ago.” Looking back up at Ivan he offered the other a small but warm smile.

“Do you mind me asking how long you’ve been here in Mount Phoenix? I’ve just arrived, actually. I’m still getting used to being around gods and more importantly demi-gods once more. It’s quite a challenge.” Turning the conversation around, he hoped Ivan would pick in on his effort to make some small talk with him.

Soft laughter filtered through the room as Ivan let a smile grab a hold of his face, the laugh lines around his face a small inkling to his true age. Zeus hadn't changed, Ivan still wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing. It was surely an amusing thing despite all the years. It made the God question if he himself hadn't changed. “I'm flattered truly. To know my craft is still, or at least was, appreciated is something. I'll do better to remember exactly who I am”.

The shameless statements brought old memories flooding back. Their friendship had really ended on quite the sour note. It made Ivan question how things would have turned out had he actually given the Lightning God the tattoo instead. Ivan might have made the damn thing hive Zeus the shock of his life had they actually fought some time after he was given the tattoo. Mount Phoenix really would have been in trouble then.

Then more surprise still, Zeus had literally just arrived at Mount Phoenix. Ivan raised an eyebrow, his curiosity bubbling as he tried to recall how long he had been on the Island. “Hmm, I believe I've been here somewhere around 10 years. Getting the Parlour to be what it now takes time, even as a God running a business doesn't come naturally.” 

Sensing a small change in the behavior of the lightning of Zeus’ tattoo he humored the Lightning God, thinking back to when he had first arrived. The shock of being surrounded by individuals much like oneself wasn't something to get over lightly, “Don't take titles too personally. It's how I endured. Though that may be difficult for you. Take it in stride. Youll find Mount Phoenix isn't that much different from the regular mortal world. You can still go to a bar and get drunk, get yourself a finely tailored suit. The only difference is the quality of it all. It's all fit for the gods and their children. Out of curiosity, was my Parlor the first place you've stopped at since your arrival?”

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Microscope||Ren

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renxmp:

So many appointments today. So many opportunities to take his gun to delicate, easily torn flesh. Sana had done wonderfully making sure he was booked all the way through until lunch, on his insistence. With just a bit of pressure she was so sweetly inclined to do for him what he asked.

Reclining on the expensive leather of his chair the shapeshifter toyed with a larger hallowed bit, inspecting the clean, precise point of the needle tip as he sanitized it for the third time in a row. Hands moving mechanically his thoughts were away- or more blank than anything. It’s almost jarring when he’s spoken to so suddenly, and his initial reaction is the drawing back of prettily glossed lips, dark eyes focusing blurrily before he fully recognizes who exactly stands before him.

Docile-ness seems to seep from his pores, posture relaxing suddenly. He’s in no position to raise his hackles to a God something in him whispers conditions and threats in a familiar voice in pertinence to what happens when one disrespects a God.

“Is everything okay?”

Almost demurely the son of Loki follows, speaking softly, blown pupils directed towards the ground even as he settles into the seat across from Acat’s desk, hands folded into his lap. This is how Dr. Setti prefers him to take his daily tasks and orders, and he falls into position easily, the realness of slumped shoulders and a tired body more open and truthful.

Ren’s question was met with careful silence. Was everything okay? That remained to be seen, though Ivan was pretty sure he had seen enough to piece together that things were definitely not okay. Ren was sluggish, distracted, almost completely mentally gone. Several things that were not normal, or what the God had come to think of as normal. All of these were also coming from someone who was usually full of emotions and life, granted most of those emotions were either mischief or anger nowadays.

Watching Ren from his desk it was a sight the God wasn't even sure how to take in. Ren seemed miles away despite sitting right in front of him. Ivans duties and his own moral compass weighed heavy on his shoulders. Finesse was about to told to take a fucking hike. Any reaction was better than continuing to stare at the blank-slate that seemed to be Ren.

“Is everything alright? I've been watching you as of late. I'm concerned. The fact that you won't meet my eyes is already something of a red flag. I'll cut to the chase. Are you well enough, both mentally and physically, to work? You're unfocused and your pupils are dilated. Surely you know how I might take that as your boss. I just want answers and if I like them you can go back to your station like this conversation never happened”. The words came out calculatingly smooth, every syllable leaving him perfectly enunciated as Ivan spoke them. It was times like those the God really questioned why he hadn't just stuck to tattooing instead of running an actual business. Still, dealing with them somehow was better than not dealing with them at all. The Parlor was his life, its workers a sort of rag-tag family he’d taken in and grown fond of. He was just making sure one of the members was okay.

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Delivery for Ivan-bro

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Keeping his eyes fixated on the tapas in front of him, Jaewon ignores Ivan’s words. He was not ignoring him to be rude, more of the fact that he did not know what the other was talking about. Taking a bite of his food he grabs his horchata and glances up at Ivan with an eyebrow raised, “I was thinking about how good this food is. Nothing else.” Taking another long sip of his horchata he watches Ivan with curious eyes.

The Queen of Heart, what a curious thing to talk about. The Queen of Hearts was someone that did not deal with difficulties just with her words “off with his head” and that would be the end of it. She was such a curious character even with her tiny husband by her side.

“Did you know that although the Queen of Hearts sends many people off to execution. The King of Heart pardons them when she is not looking. The Gryphon tells Alice that it is all her fancy, but she does not execute anyone. Such a curious thing don’t you think? Sent to execution, but with no real executions being made.” Chuckling to himself, Jaewon takes another bite of his food and gestures to Ivan’s, “You should eat your food before it gets cold.”

It took a bit of work to keep himself from frowning. Something was wrong, especially if Jaewon talking about Alice in Wonderland was any indication. It was safe to say Ivans’ appetite was thoroughly ruined. Still, he appeased Jaewon as he picked at his food, or rather moved everything around with his fork.

His eyes were probably digging holes into Jaewon, it bothered Ivan to no end the younger wasn't willing or able to confide in him.  Both were options the God didn't like. Maybe all it took was a little nudge, it wouldn't hurt. At least he hoped.

Tentatively poking at his foods the Gods’ eyes never faltered as he spoke, “I didn't know. Though it makes sense. If you think about it as someone who says something is fine, despite saying and doing so otherwise. To say you're okay while actually having your world shatter around you”.

At hearing the chuckle leave Jaewon Ivan decided to just go in for the kill. If they are as close as he believed maybe he'd be forgiven. “I'm not hungry, and I fail to see the humor in that statement. It seems a bit cruel. The Queen is living in an illusion. She believes she's getting rid of her problems when in reality nothing has changed. Everything remains the same, and instead of noticing that those she's supposedly executed still walk among her kingdom she sends more still to be executed in some kind of cruelly twisted spinning wheel where she refuses to open her eyes. Just like what you're doing Jaewon”.

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Drinks on the House|Jaewon

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Chuckling nervously he finishes the rest of his drink before setting it down and moving closer to Ivan. Jaewon seriously hoped that this was not the way he was going to die. Frankly, he was a bit fond of his life and to be killed by Ivan just seemed a bit ironic to him. Why ironic? He was not even sure.

Rubbing where he can feel his tattoo moving he smiles at Ivan before clearing his throat, “Well you see. It was not easy to do and thus far there is nothing like paint going around that will leave you purple by the end of the night. I honestly would just avoid any and all food tables, Particularly the main ones by the edges with the towering cupcakes. Punches are also not something I would be drinking. They were a little too sweet for my taste, so it had to be changed.”

Leaning back against the bar he orders another drink and takes a sip glancing at Ivan through his peripheral vision, “Are you going to yell off with his head, now?

Signaling to the bartender for another drink he's only vaguely surprised with how much he's had to drink in such a little time. Oh well, it's not like it was some ungodly amount anyway. Wonderful now he was resorting to mental puns.

Listening to Jaewon clear his throat he relaxes a little, the younger was nervous. At least that meant he did have some idea at some of the consequences. “Notes. I won't be going anywhere near any of those tables”.

Offering Jaewon a lazy, amused look he can’t help the small dark tone underlying his words and sending out a small subliminal message, “No. Unless I find a white rose that hasn't been properly painted. Or I catch word of one of these pranks victimizing Amaterasu. She's a dear friend and on the council. I find out one of your pranks spoiled her evening and I will personally make your tattoo your own executioner”. Just like that the quiet, sentence was ended with a small polite smile, A small tinge of amusement running through Ivan. This Gala was surely turning out to be something.

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Sketchy | Aryeh+Acat

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mparyehx:

Rather than giving the god an answer, Aryeh merely shook his head as if to say “Don’t worry about it.” Man of few words as he was, it took quite a bit to get a response out of the boy. But even if that weren’t the case, Aryeh was still entranced by his monochrome mirror image on the paper. The demigod himself had never been any good at drawing, though painting was for some reason a completely different story, but he nonetheless appreciated the craft of it. He could tell a good drawing when he saw one.

“Mmm,” Aryeh replied, then finally processing the other’s statement, he turned to look up at the man with wide eyes. “Tattoos?!” The word came out louder than he had intended, revealing the shock that Aryeh associated with anything involving tattoos. The boy himself was far too afraid of pain to ever consider getting a tattoo, nor had he ever been inside a tattoo parlor, but it was an art form not to be trifled with.

Aryeh was relieved when the god started rambling. When he finished, the demigod finally stood took a deep bow at the waist. Was that how you were supposed to introduce yourself to a god? “Aryeh. Park. That’s my name.” Awkward as always. Aryeh wondered idly if he should change his name to Awkward. It would suit him better than a name that meant ‘lion’. “E-either is fine, but…” how could he ask the god to draw more without asking like he wanted something from him? Social constructs were always so difficult for the boy to maneuver and always left him feeling anxious and uncomfortable.

“I do really love art.”

The others sudden enthusiasm more than pleasantly surprised the god, a smile etching itself deeper onto Ivans’ features, “Mhm, tattoos. They are my passion honestly. Despite not practicing my craft like I said earlier”. Saying the words out loud again actually send a dull ache through Ivan, He was the God of tattoos and hardly tattooed. That was probably something some soul-searching would have to be done over.

At receiving the bow a small smooth chuckle left Ivan, quietly scratching as the side of his face he vaguely felt the tattoo on the dagger tattoo on his face shift on his skin. Cue a vague sense of awkwardness. “Ah, nice to meet you Aryeh. Please, you don't have to do that. I don't like getting any overly different treatment, I almost insist on it and especially that odd first impression I made on you after staring at you”.

Having his small suggestion accepted, albeit a bit reluctant Ivan wouldn't go back on his word. Gesturing to the seat in front of Aryeh Ivan tentatively grabbed his notebook and pencils, “May I? I did offer and you can always shoo me away if you change your mind. You can re-order your beverage and I'm more than willing to let you flip through my sketchbook”.

Listening to Aryeh and his quiet, almost confession a fond smile found its way onto the Gods’ face even as he awkwardly stood a God clad in tattoos and leather surrounded by the soft pink shaded of flowers. “I really love art too. From one art lover to another, I’ll gift you any sketch that you love in that noteook. You can accept it as a token of my friends too. It's always nice to make friend with someone who loves and appreciates the same things you do. Wouldnt you agree?”

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Gray-scale||Sana & Ivan

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“Thank you so much,” she replied, quickly gathering up her things and joining him at the front door. He probably thought it was just a courteous thing to do, but he was really saving her right then. “I mean, I don’t think it would reflect poorly on you if you didn’t, though. After all, you are kind of going out of your way… But thank you, I really do appreciate it.” She would have to do something nice for him, maybe clean his office or something.

Sana wrapped her sweater tighter around herself as they stepped out into the rain, careful to keep well under the umbrella’s protective shield but also to stay a polite distance from her boss. It wouldn’t do to breech his personal space and possibly offend him when he was being so nice, after all. “I do have a lot of work to do tonight, coffee would definitely help.” She basically lived off of espresso and sugar, so she’d never turn down an offer of coffee.

“This way,” she said quietly, turning to head toward the Banshee apartment building, hesitating so that she did not walk too far ahead. “No, I don’t mind.” It made her smile, hearing the ragtag group at Taste of Ink being referred to as a family. She supposed that made her the little sister, in a way. That was cool, she had never had any siblings. “I am happy though. I know I don’t really belong, but…” She really did stick out like a sore thumb at the tattoo parlour, didn’t she? A little tattoo-less girl amid a bunch of tall, older, tattooed and pierced men. “I really do like it. Everyone is nice, and I like the art.”

The pleasant talk and Sanas acceptance of his offer are all more than enough to etch a warm smile on Ivans’ face. It was a win-win, he got some fresh air and helped Sana keep from the rain effectively pelting his umbrella with some kind of grudge against anything standing in its way. “You're very welcome and it makes me happy to hear you' accept and appreciate my offer about the coffee, especially since it's really starting to come down. It's always the little things that are most appreciated, or at least I do anyway”.

Quietly walking along the path, following suit with Sana he takes in the new route, he would make a note to walk down this path when the weather allowed. Sanas’ response was enough to make the gods eyes drift towards her, “What? I'm a little surprised you feel that way. Of course, you belong. You may not know it but you make customers feel welcome. Some people might not even know it either, if you just think about the receptionist being, me for instance, we’d lose an entire customer base. We give the implicit message of Taste of Ink being only for heavily tattooed individuals. That’s not something I necessarily want to promote. Tattoos are sacred, carrying deep value for those who sometimes take considerable time in crafting something that most will carry forever, no matter the amount of the number of tattoos someone may have. As long as you like the art and understand the meaning tattoos carry have, you more than belong. Especially if you’re happy”.

He was prattling on like some old man. Wonderful. Maybe it was the rain or just talking about tattoos in general. You really couldn't blame the God of tattoos now, could you? Still, he shifted a bit, shaking some of the rainwater off of his umbrella as the smell of coffee somewhere in the distance met his nose and his smile grew a bit wider, “Sorry. I feel really strongly about tattoos. I should have warned you unless you wanted an impromptu speech”.

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Just a scratch| Ivan & Jinah

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There was a biting cold around him. That was very much apparent as the wind felt like it was embedded with pins and needles. Ivan was glad he'd opted for a nice coat. The cold weather alone was enough to make the God sluggish, he couldn't even imagine anyone else.Even with the beauty of the botanical gardens in front of him, the colorful patches various shades of green heated by tall standing heaters Ivan was reluctant to take his hands out of his pockets. He couldn't draw anything if his hands were numb, there was no point in trying. Or putting himself through that kind of torture.

Admiring the calm serenity around him Ivan took in the sights and sounds, one sound in particular out of place. The quiet scratching and creaking of metal. Prying his eyes open it hadn't been hard to guess what it probably was, one of those large, clunky, and very hazardous heaters.

This one was all the more hazardous tipping over precariously thanks to some rowdy visitors, Ivans response was automatic as his eyes landed on the young woman directly underneath the dangerous contraption. Pain. Palm searing heated pain bloomed across both of his hands as he held the heater for more than a few generous seconds. Adrenaline and his high pain tolerance kicked in as he dropped the heater, hands automatically clenching closed and tucked them behind his back. His hands, he could almost see the third-degree burns on them already, he only hoped the young woman didn't notice his arms tense, trying to keep them from trembling as his brain screamed at him that something was wrong.

It took considerable effort to keep his voice calm and smooth, the faintest edge lingering in his quick once over of his rescue, desperately trying to keep his chest from heaving as he tried to keep himself still. His hands were definitely not okay, but Ivan bit his tongue. He had to make sure she was okay, “Are you okay? That almost fell on you, they....they’re really hot. It would have been terrible if it fell on you” Please tell me you're okay”.

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About That Tattoo | Acat & Zeus

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Looking at the Mayan god a moment longer like that, Zeus turned his attention back to his tattoo then. Remembering Ivan’s previous words Zeus could only agree with Ivan. “Lightning is supposed to vibrate. It’s alive,” he said as he stared at his black still pulsating tattoo. “But this is not when you are not manipulating it. We both know I can be very shallow so yes I take your blame. But I just think it’s sad that the tattoo doesn’t do any justice to what it’s supposed to portray. There was a reason, you know, that I came to you all those years ago.” Lifting his thumb up he gently traced the skin right next to his tattoo. Thinking about how badly he had wanted his tattoo to move, the Greek god knew that it was wishful thinking. “Anyway,” he sighed, dropping both of his hands back into his lap. “I guess I took too much of your time by now.” Looking back up at the other a small smile rested on his lips as he gave the other the opportunity to tell him to indeed get out of his shop or to say something else he had wanted to say.

He offered Zeus an understanding nod, grateful but at the same time, a bit saddened over both being able to relate over betrayal. Maybe it was a God thing, but Ivan knew all too well everyone would be the victims of betrayal. Then there it was Zeus’ wit, so he had connected the dots. A grin etched itself on the Gods face, laughter leaving him soft and smooth even when he received a narrowed look, “Ah there it is. That sharp mind I remember most. I'm glad you saw what I was doing. I would have been worried and a bit disappointed if you didn't”. At least there wasn’t any deep rooted hate or some kind of black cloud looming over them, despite it, Ivan couldn't bring himself to fully dislike the other. The God blamed his soft gooey interior.

A sort of melancholy seeped into the conversation as Ivan watched Zeus continue to watch the jittery tattoo on his skin. Before Ivan could pinpoint why he was giving a slow blink, half looking around at his office at Zeus’ words, “Do I not get to hear that reason? I'm not kicking you out, Zeus. Contrary to what you think I might do or what I should do, I don't hold some sort of grudge against you. I was upset but I'm not one to simmer in my anger.  My work duties are mostly managerial and my workers are more than capable of keeping this well-oiled machine of a parlor running without me breathing down their necks every second of the day. I have plenty of time”.

Watching the other God drop his hands into his lap Ivan mentally reached out to the lightning bolt tattoo, making it buzz and crackle, “Besides you seemed so amused by the tattoo moving. The longer you allow yourself to be my guest the longer it will move of its own accord once you leave the shop”. Ivan sat back, motioning for Zeus to stay in his seat as he took on a more relaxed posture. As if he was about to miss out on the reason why Zeus had gone to him in the first place all those years ago. 

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Pincushion|| Aphrodite

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For a moment, she had thought he really would lean in to kiss her lips, but with the whisper against her ear, a smirk grew. That was the Ivan that she knew. “Darling, I wouldn’t be looking for anything from any of the other guests; not now that you’re in my presence,” she smiled with a faint tilt of her head, dark curls - they were blonde back when she and Ivan dated - brushing against her shoulders, “Don’t be so quick to push me away. The evening’s only just beginning and, now that I’ve found you again, why seek another?”

Being trapped in his own musings over Aphrodite actually telling him he was right was a mistake. So much so that it had taken every ounce of self-control and finesse to keep himself from turning his face away from the delicate hand on his face. Gossip would ensue. It is enough to make Ivans’ jaw set, a small inkling of his true emotions at being the Goddesses plaything for the evening despite his calm facade. 

“Then consider it polite conversation. I'm surprised Aphrodite, were you expecting something more? I had assumed my surprise in seeing you this evening was more than enough”, Ivan had to almost bite the words out, mild indignation lining his tone. Knowing Aphrodite she had expected him to gawk at her sudden appearance at the Gala, throw himself at her feet. A tiny part of the God acknowledged if it had it been before he’d picked up the remains of his old, lonely heart Ivan actually might have.

A faint huff of a laugh left Ivan at Aphrodites apparent insistence on his company. “I’m flattered. Of all the guests at this event, I have been deemed the most interesting to toy with as of now. I’m sure this won’t last long, knowing you Ill bore you quickly enough”, he smoothed over, offering Aphrodite a bored, glazed look.

He was being rude, more so than he’d usually be, It was a sign, the unexpected brunette goddesses’ presence was not settling well with him. Pushing Aphrodite away? The statement was laughable. As if Aphrodite would even allow that. There had been scarcely been a moment Ivan was allowed to politely excuse himself for some mundane social construct. Still, there were appearances to uphold and damned if he didn’t carry himself with Godly confidence in front of the Love Goddess instead of disrespectfully and poignantly walking away. He let out a quiet, reluctant sigh, the evening would end soon enough.

Offering his best, gallant smile he briefly glanced around, half-aware of the quiet looks they'd been getting, “I'll indulge you for now Aphrodite. Don't think you're are the only one who can grace others with your presence. I can very much do the same”. The words held a hidden message within the smooth, low tone of Ivans words. Pushed far enough and Ivan would walk away, social formalities be damned.

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Planetarium | Ivan & Hades

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hyukjaemp:

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He listens then to how Ivan explains the two options they could go explore, but he doesn’t really mind either, doesn’t really care which stars in particular they’re going to be watching, it’s just the view that he admires, he doesn’t necessarily need to gather all the knowledge about the skies. After all, once again, it is Zeus who looks for knowledge, not him. He’s more someone to look for a good feeling, for being content and happy. So he shrugs his shoulders lightly when Ivan stops talking. “Let’s go see the Milky Way display if you appreciate it so much. I’m not quite looking for knowledge on planets and stars, I’m just looking to admire anything beautiful.” He smiles a bit more warmly over at the male next to him and then follows him along to whatever exhibit they will end up in.

Ivan could, after all, lead him to an entirely different exhibit and say it is the Milky Way, Hades would have no clue anyway. Not that he thinks the other god will do such a thing, but it is still an amusing thought. He can already see himself admiring the Milky Way and then later on it turns out he was just watching an entirely different set of stars. A chuckle comes out of him at that thought, and he turns a happy smile to his fellow god, knowing if he doesn’t say anything questions might be asked. “I’m really happy a place like this exists,” is what he states, nodding his head once again.

An easy calm washed over Ivan as soon as Hades is accepting his quirk. Not many really understood why he had insisted on going by another name, sometimes Ivan wondered if he himself did. “It's was hard for me not, especially since I had lived among them for a while. Thank you for your willingness to accept my small quirk”.

Walking along the sleek tile, listening to the faint echo of their steps Ivan admired the calm between them. Hades seemed to know how to appreciate the beauty of the universe and maybe even art by association. “I have a feeling we'll get along quite well Hades. If you don't mind me saying so. I usually come here for the views as well. You could say I'm more appreciative of the artistic qualities this planetarium has to offer. The Milky Way is by far one of the most beautiful displays the Jade Rabbit has to offer”.

Walking along he spots the large elegant double doors that lead to their destination, a small smile as he nods in acknowledgment to Hades’ comment about the Jade Rabbit existing. “This is the Milky Way Galaxy in all its glory”, Ivan says quietly as he pushed the doors open. Instantly enveloped by darkness it takes a moment for the ceiling to twist and whirl to life. Finfinite flickers of light, twinkling gracefully as the doors close and their practically warped into another reality. The Galaxy only expanding as the stars envelop them and it's as if their floating among the cosmos. Ivan can't help the excitement washing over him, he'd been there dozens of times and he couldn't help but wonder how Hades’ first visit compared. 

Quietly speaking Ivan kept his voice even, afraid to speak up as if the never-ending stars would flutter like leaves in the wind as his voice carried itself in the room, “Just remember your feet are firmly planted on the ground. I almost fell-over my first time visiting. I hope this isn't disappointing. My sketches don't do this any justice, and I don't believe they ever will”.

[tahichiga]

Ivan Chang, by Up Against The Wall.

Source : upagainstthewall.asia

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Sketchy | Aryeh+Acat

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mparyehx:

The man staring at Aryeh started moving differently than before, tearing a page and then getting up. Oh no. Was he going to do something to him? Had the man, the god, been scoping out his next target for something horrible? A curse maybe? Was he one of those gods who enjoyed pranks and anxiety?

Or worst, was he coming over to talk to Aryeh?

Social anxiety siezing him, Aryeh couldn’t move. He just had to sit there and wait to find out what the man wanted. Maybe he had noticed Aryeh’s obvious discomfort at the staring and was coming over to apologize. Or was that hoping for too much?

Then suddenly the man was there with a paper in hand. He appeared to be offering it to the demigod, and Aryeh was more than a little surprised to find a picture of himself drawn in obviously meticulous graphite. It was beautiful. To call it a picture, a drawing, did the image an injustice. It was more than that; it was art. Aryeh’s eyes widened as he took in the details, the straightness of the lines, everything. The boy felt like he was looking into some strange black and white mirror, like his own image could get up and walk around the page.

The apology was like music to his ears. Aryeh appreciated when people were kind. “Uh…that’s okay. It’s…it’s really nice.” All Aryeh could think was, Do I really look like that? He took the paper gingerly from the man, taking care not to fold or bend or even wrinkle the image. He would need to get a frame for it or something. “T-thank you. Do you…draw often?”

Aryeh really was the king of excellent questions.

Ivan thanked the universe he had been a god with nerves of steel, anyone else might have paled at the sight of the emotions flickering across the others’ face. It wasn't until the God was sure his drawing had been taken in a positive fashion that the tension in his muscles eased. It would have been awkward had it been crumpled and thrown back in his face. “ I'm glad it didn't bother you too much, again I really do apologize. I know, well, I know my physical appearance can sometimes intimidate but I didn't mean any harm”. 

Quietly watching the other almost marvel at his drawing Ivan could feel his eyes crinkle up. It was always nice to see art appreciated, more so his art. The sudden question has him instantly perking up, “Ah, well, I do now. I don't really practice my original craft anymore, tattoos. So I’ve found other, less permanent, mediums”.

Cue a tiny light bulb going off. Ivan was being rude, again. Wow, was he sure on a roll today. first the rude staring and now ignoring polite social conventions. Gathering himself mentally Ivan offered the small tip of his hat, “I’m Ivan. Or more reluctantly known as Acat, God of Tattoos and Scarification. Is the sketch enough? I could offer you another, or offer to refill your cup. You seemed rather, uncomfortable? To say the least, I really didn’t mean and harm. I just felt compelled to draw you, it;s a bit of a knack honestly. I can’t quite seem to turn off my ability to find artistic inspiration in quite literally anything”. quietly shuffling to himself Ivan tried not to reel in the fact that this was quite possibly one of the most off days he'd had in ages. Maybe it wasn't too late to just go back to his table and sketch out a 10-page apology.

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About That Tattoo | Acat & Zeus

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mpdonghae:

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“I’m glad you think it’s a decent tattoo, though. Then at least I kinda did something right that evening.” Scoffing at his own words, Zeus then contemplated to let Ivan take his tattoo away. But before he’d say yes or no, he wanted to know something. “Why did you evoke the wrath of a god last time you did that? Was he over-sensitive?” Grinning lightly amused at Ivan, Zeus was busy with making up his own story about how things had went down in his mind.

The lightning bolt tattoo sparked to life as soon as Ivan waves a hand over it, the dark lines buzzing with energy and if the room was any quieter the God was sure you could hear the crackle of electricity. He found a bit of amusement having the tattoos flash across Zeus’s skin, tearing through its skinned canvas like it would a gray sky. It was quickly cut short when Ivan settles for having the bolt buss in place, “You don't like it because it doesn't move? That’s rather shallow and insulting to the one who originally gave you the tattoo. Wouldn't you think? Tattoos don't always move, I make them move, with permission of course. Unless they were done by my hand, then I don't need permission to do anything, and some do move on their own volition”.

Sitting back into his chair he regarded Zeus’ Tattoo before his eyes cast a curious glance towards the obviously distracted god and he can’t help the small flicker of mischief in his own eyes. He? Ivan had never mentioned his victim being a he. “Projecting Zeus? I never mentioned the one who’s ink I struck being a man. Though you are right, it was a man, one I held in high regards, a leader. A warrior. Or what I thought was a warrior at one time since he did survive the painful tattoo process. He proved to be fragile, and overly-sensitive when it came to words”.

Getting a distant look to his eyes Ivan could almost feel himself be thrown back in time. How long ago had it been since he’d unbottled his wrath on someone? Since he had offered someone one of his powerful tattoos, the ones he was worshiped for? “He was arrogant, and power-hungry after I had woven a tattoo onto his skin to grant him the power to crush his foes and smite anyone who stood in his way. He’d let it go to his head and ignored my warnings, thought he could best me, the one who gave him his power. So I tore the ink from him. I made it painful. I ripped the very ink I had woven into his soul like it was nothing but a cotton thread. You could say that instance and various other factors lead me to be very, very selective in who I tattoo”.

Snapping out of his past and thoughts he brought himself back to the present, eyeing Zeus curiously before a small smile worked its way onto his mouth. “So yes, you could say he was overly-sensitive. I should have refused his request for a tattoo from the very beginning now that I think about it. It seems I never learn though because I recall a few more instances eerily similar to that one”.

[exmphades]

Planetarium | Ivan & Hades

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hyukjaemp:

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“First time visiting,” he admits easily, nodding his head once and listening to what the other god continues to say. Instantly his smile widens when he hears how highly this male praises the planetarium. “That’s good. That’s very good,” he easily speaks, giving another nod of his head. “I am an admirer of the stars, indeed. Mostly because of my wife. She’s always been very fond of the sky. I’m not a big fan of the blue skies of day, so I’ve compromised by admiring the vastness and beauty of the night skies.” His smile turns into a happy grin as he nods at the god next to him. “Perhaps you could show me all the best places to look at? I’ve never been to any place like this before.”

He turns to look back at the room they’re in, still attempting to find the right door to go through so they can head into the exhibition, when he remembers introductions might be in order considering he doesn’t know this guy. “I’m Hades, by the way, Greek god of the Underworld.” He feels like anyone would know considering how widely spread the knowledge of the humans’ belief in them has become in this day and age, but doesn’t want to just assume he’s a well-known individual too blatantly. Especially because in this way he hopefully will also get the male next to him to introduce himself in a similar manner, and he won’t have to ask the possibly insulting question of ‘and which pantheon are you from?’

Attentively listening to the stranger Ivan can say he likes him. Anyone easy to converse with and proudly says they've come to admire the night sky in the name of their obviously beloved wife is someone of good character. “If it's your first time visiting you won’t be disappointed. The Jade Rabbit has managed to erase seemingly infinite distances and made it so you can see the stars from just an arm's length away”.  

Walking into the planetarium he’s only mildly surprised to find himself in the company of another Greek god. It was no wonder things seemed to be so lively. First, Aphrodite had practically materialized at the summer Gala, then his former close-friend Zeus had reappeared in his shop of all places, and now Ivan was meeting Hades at a planetarium no less.

Offering Hades a polite boy he couldn't help the small pang of awkwardness, suddenly hyper-aware it'd been ages since he introduced himself with his godly title. Still, he was quick to brush it off with an air of calm as he smoothly introduced himself,“ It’s nice to make your acquaintance Hades, there’s been plenty to hear about the Greek Pantheon and I’m pleased to say I am acquaintances with a few of your fellow gods. I’m Acat, Mayan god of Tattoos and Scarification. Please, I go by Ivan. A mortal quirk I’ve picked up I’m afraid”. 

Mentally moving way from introductions Ivan’s quick to flip through his imaginary files, trying to recall the most captivating of the exhibits before he’s quietly pointing to the map of the Jade Rabbit, “If I may. I’m a fan of the Milky Way display. You feel as if you’re really swimming in the cosmos, it’s so vivid and awe-inspiring. If you fancy something on a smaller scale the solar system display also does a wonderful job of getting you acquainted with the planets and stars that are closer to home with elegance unlike any other”.