Moon Ruyul

Demigod of Odin Owner of It's a Motherly Thing "some people get broken but don't get stronger."

[mpruyul]

mpchelsea​:

♭ music therapy

the little fingers dance over her wrist like playing the piano and then tracing what she thinks is a question mark on her palm. she looks down at the young girl for a few moments more, smiling softly, before she returns her attention to the woman. “i’m used to people touching me all the time, so it’s alright,” she says, though she agrees it would be better to teach the girl to not do that, though it won’t be something she takes part in. “but i can play some piano if she wants me to.”

she gives a little shrug, then watches the woman - who seems a bit tired - ruffle her daughter’s hair before introducing herself. “it’s nice to meet you both, ruyul, minji,” she replies, nodding her head. “my name is chelsea. i don’t know if there’s a piano around here somewhere that i could borrow to play, so we might have to go back to my apartment for the little performance. unless you know a place?”

she really had to learn how to stop minji from touching strangers so simply and so easily. they had gone through enough as it was--what they needed now wasn’t kindness but more of caution. even though they were in what seemed to be the safest place on earth for many of the demigods, ruyul still thought that it was much better to be safe than to be sorry. 

“sorry about that. she’s just..really friendly. i’ll tell her to try not to touch strangers so much, but she still has the tendency to.” ruyul mumbled a little sheepishly, almost apologetic as she exhaled a soft sigh. “but with regards to your question. we don’t actually have a piano in our shop. i was thinking of it but i wasn’t going to buy it until i was pretty sure that it would help her. if it doesn’t impose much on you...i guess we could go to your apartment then?” ruyul hesitated slightly. “this is really impromptu, that’s why i’m a little nervous if we’re imposing too much on you, chelsea. we can do it another day if its too impromptu?” she asked softly, gently grabbing onto minji’s hand as soon as the younger girl’s fingers reached out to latch right onto chelsea’s hand, gripping the child’s fingers within her own with a faint little sigh. 

“my apologies again. this must have been shocking for you.” apologies were something that ruyul said all too often ever since they had gotten to mountphoenix, and both had been adjusting to new life with minji physically disabled and with her..still having some minor aftereffects of everything that had happened. “so please, don’t feel like you have to agree to minji.” she couldn’t help but laugh a little as she reached over and ruffled her daughter’s hair, a laughing sigh bubbling from her lips. “we could always arrange a different time.” she offered. “give you some time to prepare?”

[mpruyul]

mpchelsea​:

♭ music therapy

the woman repeats herself, which really doesn’t make the sudden and unexpected request any easier to process - especially the part where this woman simply guessed that chelsea could play an instrument, or is it written on her face perhaps? then she mentions her daughter, and only then chelsea’s attention goes fully to the young girl holding on to her mother’s hand, staring ahead of herself seemingly blindly.

when she looks back up at the woman, she’s explaining the whole thing, and with every word, chelsea mellows a bit more, so that by the end she’s nodding her head in understanding, and a small smile has taken over the perplexed expression from before.

“i can, actually, play an instrument,” she says easily, warmth entering her voice now that she no longer feels blindsided. “i play the piano, the guitar, the flute and the harp. would any of those be fine?” she glances down at the young girl again, not sure if she should address her questions directly to her, or ask them to the mother. “um, did you mean right now, or…?”

“oh no. no no no, not right now.” ruyul laughs a little sheepishly, palms sweaty as she clutched minji’s hand and bit down slightly on her bottom lip with a mild little laugh. “we aren’t prepared anyway.” she jerked her hand slightly as minji tugged on her hand, quickly signing to her that she wanted to hear a little bit of what the other woman could play. “uhm, actually, she said she wants to hear you play.” a little semblance of panic lurches in ruyul’s belly as she watched minji release her hand to flit towards the other woman, worry creasing her brows as her stomach churned, feet shifting from one to the other in a slight momentary moment of mild panic. 

it was something that she had found herself in some vague difficulty to change ever since their shared incident. 

“minji--”she lurched forward a little as her daughter grabbed hold of the younger woman’s hand with a tiny smile on her face, letting young fingers dance across the other woman’s wrist in an attempt to mimic playing the piano, before tracing a question mark on the woman’s upturned palm. “sorry, she should learn not to touch people without their permission.” a slightly harrassed laugh burst from between her lips as ruyul brushed her hair back, tugging on her daughter’s dress to bring minji back to her side quickly. 

“but.. do you mind showing your skills a bit if its not too inconvenient for you?” she relented slightly as her daughter turned to her and tugged on her hand, smoothing a fair hand over minji’s fluffy hair as she gave a worn out smile towards the other woman. “i’m ruyul, by the way. nice to meet you. and this is minji.” she pats her daughter’s head, chuckling softly as minji crinkled her nose and beamed. 

[mpruyul]

mpchelsea​:

♭ music therapy

@mpruyul

to say her experience at the island has been quite normal so far is perhaps a bit of an overstatement, but nothing altogether too strange had happened to her yet, and considering the explanation she’d been given at the start, one might think she would’ve faced a lot more issues with people’s abilities and things like that. instead she finds herself almost thinking this is a city like any other and she’s just somewhere in south korea, about to call home to her mother and tell her about her day. though calling home is restricted to places that can be mistaken for the normal world, she’d been told.

in any case, the days are going by quite well, she hasn’t had to whip out a flame or two to fend off any attacker and though she’s on an island surrounded by sea, it’s big enough that she doesn’t feel uncomfortable with it - which had been an entirely different story when she’d walked across the bridge to said island, but well.

the normalcy of it all ends here, however, with the woman across from her simply walking up to her and asking her if she can play a music instrument - how did she know? - and whether she’d be okay with playing said music instrument for her daughter. it takes her a moment or two to simply process that before she clears her throat lightly and says: “i’m sorry, what?”

ruyul wonders if she’s been a little too direct with her words, or perhaps a little bad in phrasing her words. had her social skills diminished themselves to such a terrible degree? a light frown permeated her brows as she ruminates in thought, a hand lightly brushing against the side of her thigh in minor agitation. “i asked if you’ll be alright with playing well, a music instrument for my daughter. if you could that is.” a side glance to minji, staring blankly into space after having tugged on her hand and pointed at the other demigod, tracing letters into her palm a request that she thought she would entertain for a moment, out of a good mood and love for her child. 

but to be caught in such an embarrassing situation...? ruyul sighed to herself, clearly, she hadn’t thought through it much, and it was a matter of a terrible timing and her own personal impulsiveness. 

“my..daughter.” she awkwardly raised a hand to point towards minji, suddenly embarrassed by the entire situation. “she mentioned that she would love to hear you play something, if you could, or if you know how to play a music instrument, that is.” her cheeks flush slightly out of embarrassment. “my apologies for coming onto you so suddenly and maybe disturbing your day. it was a request from my daughter, and i couldn’t..really refuse.” she muttered slightly, raising a hand to the back of her neck to chafe against the skin there almost sheepishly. “i don’t really know if you know any music instruments, but i just thought that i might give a shot and ask, you know. no harm in that.” she shrugged as offhandedly as she could, sparing a careful eye to glance at the younger girl’s expressions, shoulders slightly hunched in defensiveness, almost like a caged animal ready to break away from a situation it was underequipped to handle with. 

[mpruyul]

mp-dionshun​:

mp-dionshun​:

Better Luck Next Time, Prince Charming | Open Starter

Even if Shun was at the Hallow’s Eve Ball alone, the young demigod wasn’t going to miss out on the chance to dress up. The holidays have always been something Shun loves to take part in, no matter if they were from his own mix of cultures or others. The longer the brunette thinks about it, the more he’s sure that the reason why he loves holidays are for their memorable events. He’s got a lot of happy memories before he’s lost his sight. The recent years he’s been alone, protected from the public. Shun was tired. So tired from being sheltered and pitied. Dressing up as a prince he had his fun playing his part. Unlike how the residence of Mount Phoenix usually see him, Shun was walking with elegance and confidence. Most of his luck of the night was spent running into some friends and acquaintances. He’s gotten a small glimpse of costumes but a sudden surge of his power is triggered when his hand is taken. “Oh- hello there..” he says softly gently taking his hand back.

ruyul was..practical. some might even say a little too practical. which is why when minji begged to go for the halloween event and ball, she decided to whip out her old military clothes and dress as her old self, complete with the dustings of a war veteran and her own personal dog tags, whilst having her daughter trail behind her in a little princess dress.

which princess exactly, she didn’t really bother remembering clearly, less out of the fact that she didn’t want to make an effort, but more of the fact that she had truly forgot which exactly she had promised to do for minji. the little girl had taken off on her little feet as soon as she had let go of minji’s own tiny hand, and ruyul soon lost her young daughter in the crowd of milling demigods and gods. with a sigh, she tried maneuvering her way around the crowd, eyes brightening as she noted a familiar piece of cloth that she had used for her daughter’s princess clothes that--as minji had said herself kinda connoted her royal princess status. thinking that the individual was her daughter and half done with the milling and pushing crowd, ruyul reached out and grabbed the hand, blinking slightly as she felt it chafe her hand, way too large for her for a young child’s hand.

“my apologies.” she released the demigod’s hand immediately, as though simply touching shun had burned her, her cheeks flaming a little out of embarrassment. “i thought--well, i thought you were my daughter.” a nervous chuckle bubbled from her lips. “i think i lost her somewhere, and she’s actually wearing a similar fabric to yours.” 

[mpruyul]

“ if i sigh loudly enough, will all my problems go away? ”

Old Memes

“ no. it won’t. and that’s a fact.” as brutal as it sounded to be completely and factually as honest as she was being, ruyul thought that it was rather much more of a mercy little emotional killing that she was doing. being too naive all the time was never good for anything. she sighed softly as she watched the younger demigod with a wry little smile. “it will though, momentarily alleviate it, from what i’ve experienced. but not for long. rather than a remedy, i would say that it likens to denial and just avoiding the problems more than anything.” she purses her lips together, slightly concerned. 

“ why, do you have a lot of problems that you can’t get rid of recently?” 

[visualkpop]

[mpcamazotz]

Who’s this?

[mpcamazotz]

continued from mpruyul : @mpruyul​

belated starter for @mpcamazotz , location : ruyul’s shop

its not often that she has visitors within her tiny little herb shop, not especially since ruyul could have considered herself as much more of a little recluse than most of the individuals that lingered within MountPhoenix. one person, or rather god really that kept coming back to her shop. camazotz. she appreciated the way that he dropped by at times, as infrequent as it ever was and as few as he ever did. at the very least, it was a cause for interaction between her and the other god, even if she did keep much secrets from him, mainly minji, who she would always make sure to keep upstairs whenever visitors came around in the shop.

“morning.” a tight but wry smile flickers upon her lips as she raised a hand rather awkwardly in greeting to the god. “its been a while.” faint shuffling of her daughter’s footsteps could be heard up the stairs, allowing for the demigod to lightly make a note that her daughter had awoken, keeping her fingers crossed behind her back that minji hadn’t chosen to make her way down at the moment. “what are you looking for again?” she sucks in a reluctant breath as the door behind her swings open, and her daughter shuffles into bleary view of the god, her protective instinct and anxiousness shooting up in the charts massively as her foot started tapping upon the ground nervously.

“that’s my daughter, minji. she’s been upstairs most of the time.” it felt like a need for her to explain herself on why she had kept her child a secret from others in the shop, especially to camazotz, whom she had strangely achieved a sort of camaraderie in the moments that he had come to her shop for items. she watches as her daughter freezes, blankly staring into the air for a moment as she clutched tightly to the air above her shoulder, a frequent action that she saw of her child when they came across death gods, before slinking behind her back nervously, vanishing behind her frame as though to completely hide herself away from camazotz’s own sight.

“sorry, she’s a bit..wary of strangers. and she can’t..really see.” the words felt bitter in her mouth as she said it, a flash reminder of their past that caught up to them with detrimental means to an end. “anyway, back to you. whatcha looking for again?”

Ruyul was a peculiar demigod. She was pretty but hid herself away. She rarely spoke much anytime he visited, not that he minded. She was kind but held back, a lot. Camazotz was a curious god, and for that matter Ruyul had interested him. But although he often could be insensetive with his questions, even if he apologized if he crossed the line, he had not bothered the demigod with his curiosity. He visited her shop when he needed something, today that something being a present for his daughter, and when he was there simply observed her while they interacted before he took his leave again. Not every secret would be revealed by reaching out for the cloth covering it. He felt, in her case, asking wasn’t going to do much other than make her suspicious of him and want to reclude away. She seemed someone who one could only be acquianted with if you didn’t ask and let her be. Perhaps eventually someone would gain enough of her trust. Normally this wouldn’t have necessarily stopped him, but… With how she was Caça sensed this secret wasn’t one of embarassment. It seemed to be of sadness perhaps.

“Morning.” Camazotz replied in similar spirits as he had walked into the herb shop. The smells in the there were always quite lovely. Hence he’d come here for his present. “It has. I didn’t have anything I needed, but now I do.” Caça walked over to the counter behind which the woman stood as a comfortable expression, close to a smile but not quite it, was on his face. Rather it seemd polite, calm and like a fraction of honesty. “It’s for Anise, my daughter. Her birthday is coming up so I wish to surprise her.” Briefly he let a pause fall but then continued a moment later without faltering. He’d just give her a moment to process and perhaps get ideas. “She studies about mushrooms and such, and I was reminded of the lovely scent of your store. I was hoping we could arrange something, i’d like to give her a bottled scent. Something of nature, to keep in her home when she can’t be outside looking-” The door behind Ruyul swung open, which wouldn’t have stopped Camazotz if it wasn’t the sight of what came through it. His eyes were fixated and Ruyul noticed.

Ah, her daughter. And she had a visual impairment. That explained just _one _of the two kids he saw. The other was also far more puzzling, as it was a soul. Without saying much Caça his eyes slid over to Minji, head tilting to the side as he regarded her, clutching onto the dead. So the child knew there was someone else there. Yet Ruyul did not acknowledge the soul. As they slinked behind the demigod her back Caça still said nothing and kept his calm as he contemplated a few things. Then, eventually and slowly, meticulously, his gazed dragged up and met Ruyul’s. “That can wait. You didn’t mention a soul wandering around here.” His gaze pricked as he looked at her. This was interfering with his work. Lost souls… It was against what he did. His eyes had narrowed just a tad as he waited for her to answer. He wanted to hear what she had to say, he’d let her speak and explain if she could. But he also wasn’t just the friendly client coming for a present anymore now, he was now also the god of bats who couldn’t just let a soul slip by like that and remain.

[mpruyul]

“how earthy would you like it?” she’s not that good with scents, and earthy scents in particular. that wasn’t part of her own expertise. she was more of the...take down and kill kind of girl, but with how peaceful things got around here, she wasn’t likely to divulge such an information to others, not especially if they were gods that could judge, or do something similarly worse. a faint sigh passes through her lips, almost sheepish as she raised her hand and pressed it to the nape of her neck. “ honestly, these aren’t much of my expertise. i...usually have more minty and refreshing scents in the shop rather than earthy ones. like rosemary or mint. haven’t heard about anyone wanting something...mushroomy.” she couldn’t stop the slight hint of a smile that twitches its way up and past her lips, reaching over to catch minji just as the child decided to attempt to slip away, yanking her back a little roughly to be within her sights and her reach. 

“ would that help or work for your little girl?” she presumes that such a description of his demigod child would be more than appropriate, considering the difference that they most likely had in age. she turns her attention back towards her task at hand, only abruptly lifting her head to deal with the question the god himself had posited to her when she thought that she misheard him. “ sorry, what?” confusion riddles her features, brows stitched together as she glanced around blankly. “what soul?” she watches as he narrows his eyes at her, raising her shoulders and shrugging confidently. whatever else was she to say? she really didn’t know about the existence of the soul that he said was there anyway, so there was pretty much nothing for her to be concerned or worried about.

“ maybe its one of the stray souls that still lingers in this world that randomly walked into my shop, who knows?” she’s completely oblivious to minji struggling against her grip, nor the tightening of her daughter’s fingers around the imaginary air right next to her as she faced down the god that was suspecting her. “you’re the one that should be explaining, camazotz, not me. especially since this is your jurisdiction, and not mine. and neither do i have the power at all to see ghosts.” 

[mpruyul]

“ why has no one fallen in love with me yet? i’m so bored. ”

text starters : still accepting!

ruyul wonders why exactly the egyptian god of death lingered around her to ask about such a question. of all the things to ask, she was perhaps the last person that was considered right to tell him why no one has fallen in love with him yet, or how to sate his own boredom. her fingers pry against the dog tags she had on her neck, nails scraping against the metal as she hummed slightly, brows lightly knitted together as she kept a careful eye upon her daughter, who was blindly touching her way through the playground. 

the last thing that she wanted was for osiris’ attention to fall onto minji, or what as what camazotz had told her--the lingering soul of her son that had attached himself to his twin. 

“maybe because you aren’t interesting enough?” the words twist from her lips disinterestedly, eyes flickering as she finally turns her attention back to the god, licking her lips slightly as she tried to recall what exactly the god had asked her. “you’re handsome and dashing and all, but sometimes that’s not really what other people want from their beloved other halfs.” she gestured lightly, her free hand falling to the promise ring that sat upon her middle finger, twisting the band of metal round and round, chafing her skin punishingly as her thoughts lingered. 

“not everything has to be related to love just because you need something to alleviate your boredom, you know.” the norse demigod murmured.

[promptfairy]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

    change gendered language to your needs.  ♡

“  crying is very punk,  trust me,  i do it all the time   &   i am a punk.  ” “  do i like him or is he just tall?  ” “  not to be dramatic but if i don’t get my life together i will die.  ” “  am i dramatic?  yes.  is it justified?  also yes.  ” “  everything that you feel is just a chemical reaction inside your head.  wow.  ” “  there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me.  it’s called the throne.  ” “  let’s get high!!   …   grades.  ” “  i think my gps secretly gets mad at me when i deliberately disobey its directions.  ” “  it’s a bird!  it’s a plane!  it’s   …   me, trying to outrun my feelings.  there i go.  ” “  i am here to say that i am a bisexual who loves mangoes.  ” “  why has no one fallen in love with me yet?  i’m so bored.  ” “  honestly,  i don’t even play an active role in my life.  shit just happens   &   i’m like  ‘  oh,  is this what we’re doing now?  okay.  ’  ” “  life hack  :  you don’t have to be a wolf to yell sad noises at the moon.  ” “  what the fuck do mirrors do when nobody is around?  ” “  it may look like i’m having deep thoughts,  but really,  i’m just thinking about what to eat next.  ” “  do i deserve back pain at this age?  ” “  i’m a simple person;  anything happens,  i cry.  ” “  i’ve mastered the skill of feeling guilty for asking for anything.  ” “  yes,  the rumors are true.  i’m a lovey-dovey dumbass.  ” “  i try not to sound like an asshole,  but it’s really hard because i am an asshole.  ” “  someone has to date me eventually,  right?  ” “  what circle of dante’s inferno did you crawl out of?  ” “  your inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this friendship apart.  ” “  there’s no way that  EVERYBODY  was kung-fu fighting.  ” “  saying my name is so intimate,  why would you do that to me?  ” “  don’t ask me about my sexuality.  you’re not gonna get a straight answer.  ” “  i would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining.  ” “  the first step to any murder is to have fun   &   be yourself.  ” “  i think i am subconsciously trying to ruin my own life.  ” “  i may seem like an angry person on the surface,  but deep down inside, i am actually angrier.  ” “  i push everyone away,  but in a way,  i am doing them a favor.  ” “  what do you mean a thesaurus isn’t a dinosaur?  ” “  i’m not even a hot mess.  i’m more like a lukewarm mess.  ” “  i’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual.  ” “  can someone please explain to me how i’m supposed to sleep for eight hours straight when i’m not even straight?  ” “  you’re not allowed to be busy,  you’re my only friend.  ” “  becoming older than ten years old was the biggest mistake of my life.  ” “  is it cold in here,  or is that just my heart?  ” “  if i sigh loudly enough,  will all my problems go away?  ” “  hey,  sorry i’m late.  i didn’t want to come.  ”

[mpruyul]

belated starter for @mpcamazotz , location : ruyul’s shop

its not often that she has visitors within her tiny little herb shop, not especially since ruyul could have considered herself as much more of a little recluse than most of the individuals that lingered within MountPhoenix. one person, or rather god really that kept coming back to her shop. camazotz. she appreciated the way that he dropped by at times, as infrequent as it ever was and as few as he ever did. at the very least, it was a cause for interaction between her and the other god, even if she did keep much secrets from him, mainly minji, who she would always make sure to keep upstairs whenever visitors came around in the shop. 

“morning.” a tight but wry smile flickers upon her lips as she raised a hand rather awkwardly in greeting to the god. “its been a while.” faint shuffling of her daughter’s footsteps could be heard up the stairs, allowing for the demigod to lightly make a note that her daughter had awoken, keeping her fingers crossed behind her back that minji hadn’t chosen to make her way down at the moment. “what are you looking for again?” she sucks in a reluctant breath as the door behind her swings open, and her daughter shuffles into bleary view of the god, her protective instinct and anxiousness shooting up in the charts massively as her foot started tapping upon the ground nervously. 

“that’s my daughter, minji. she’s been upstairs most of the time.” it felt like a need for her to explain herself on why she had kept her child a secret from others in the shop, especially to camazotz, whom she had strangely achieved a sort of camaraderie in the moments that he had come to her shop for items. she watches as her daughter freezes, blankly staring into the air for a moment as she clutched tightly to the air above her shoulder, a frequent action that she saw of her child when they came across death gods, before slinking behind her back nervously, vanishing behind her frame as though to completely hide herself away from camazotz’s own sight.

“sorry, she’s a bit..wary of strangers. and she can’t..really see.” the words felt bitter in her mouth as she said it, a flash reminder of their past that caught up to them with detrimental means to an end. “anyway, back to you. whatcha looking for again?” 

[mpruyul]

starter for @mpxpythia​

long had ruyul heard of things related to the oracle of delphi. despite her intentions and her inclination to believe more in what she liked to see than that of what she just heard via prophecies, pythia was perhaps the last--or one of the last resorts that she felt she had to take in her journey of finding back her lost lover and the process that she was to take to resurrect her son. 

its so that she finds herself making her way to meet the oracle, wherever she could find the woman, with her daughter tagging along by her side. ever side the incident, ruyul never let minji too far out of her sight. it was too dangerous, even within the safety of mount phoenix itself. the world was cold and cruel to little beings, and as much discomfort and panic it set ruyul in, being by a child’s side, ruyul still found it in her her duty to keep minji by her side no matter what. 

“thanks for meeting with me.” her throat bobs as they flicker, watching as she settled into the seat opposite pythia at the flower mill coffee shop, feet jerking slightly in nervousness as she helped minji into the seat next to her, watching quietly for a moment as the tiny child busied herself with staring into the space of her own world, fingers slowly moving across the sides of the table to get a physical feel of what she could not see. 

“i was just wondering about a few things that i hoped that you might be able to help me answer.” it was an awkward way to start off a meeting like this, but still a meeting that ruyul would have preferred much to simply nip it in the bud instead of waiting for a different, genial and perhaps more amiable way of starting up a conversation. she was long used to cutting straight to the point, something that most people did not appreciate, but also a part of herself that ruyul found that she wasn’t that found of to change.

[mountphoenix-memes]

promptfairy​:

❥   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍     [   𝐀   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ]  .

designed  for  muses  with  a  bit  of  unresolved  tension between  them ,   but  can  be  used  for  any  circumstances you  see  fit !!  

my muse = reblogger your muse = sender

♡   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄  :    add   ‘  + 🔁  ’   to  reverse  the  roles .

📖  :    my  muse  discovers  your  muse  reading  a  diary  entry  that  my  muse  wrote  about  yours .

💅  :    your  muse  paints  my  muse’s  nails .

🚿  :    my  muse  accidentally  moans  while  your  muse  washes  their  hair .

👕  :    your  muse  helps  my  muse  get  dressed  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🛏️  :    our  muses  are  forced  by  circumstance  to  share  a  bed  for  the  night .

🧼  :    your  muse  bathes  mine  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🙏  :    our  muses’  hands  brush  as  they  walk  side  by  side .

💢  :    your  muse  picks  mine  up   &   carries  them  over  their  shoulder .

👁️  :    your  muse  is  watching  mine  sleep ,   when  my  muse  suddenly  wakes  up   &   catches  them .

🚬  :    my  muse  steals  a  cigarette   (   or lollipop   )   from  your  muse   &   puts  it  in  their  mouth .

🎐  :    our  muses  slow  dance  together .

🧦  :    your  muse  walks  in  on  my  muse  changing  clothes .

🎀  :   your  muse  brushes  my  muse’s  hair .

💍  :    our  muses  are  mistaken  for  a  couple  by  someone  else .

👔  :    your  muse  notices  that  my  muse’s  shirt  is  open   &   goes  to  ‘  fix  it  ’ .

👗  :    my  muse  sees  yours  all  dressed  up .

🪑  :    my  muse  is   ‘  forced  ’   to  sit  on  your  muse’s  lap   (   due  to  a  lack  of  chairs ,   faulty seatbelt ,  etc .   )

🍆  :    your  muse  makes  a  suggestive  joke  but  my  muse  actually  acts  on  it . 

[mpruyul]

“ got a minute? ”

“ i’ve got more than a minute.” ruyul wonders if the smile on her face is functioning correctly at this very moment, even with her daughter at her side, clambering up the shelves of the shop in her attempt to reach the top of the counter in her ardent interest at seeing this strange, new customer. “what would you like to find? herbs? plants? poisons? i’m much better at the latter unforutunately, due to my previous...work experience.” her tired eyes glaze off into the distance where the smell of gunfire was pungent in her nostrils, and the cracking sound of bullets ricocheting off hard surfaces, together with the stinking scent of burning flesh.

“ war.” the corners of her lips turn upward sharply as she attempted to smile a little further. “ we should all be familiar with it. one way or another.” the simple shrug dances upon her shoulders as she stretched lightly, pulling her long hair into a ponytail as she tilted her head slightly at the other individual. “ also, is it something for yourself...or for your significant other? or perhaps someone important?” clothes rustle as she hitched up her sleeves, tendrils of her loose fringe falling over the sides of her face as she turned her attention towards the ledger in her hand. “oh. its a pleasure to meet you.” a tired smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes flickers across the contours of her lips. “i’m moon ruyul.” 

[mpruyul]

“ you are enough. ”

Ruyuls mouth dries a little as she stares back at the goddess, watching as her little girl pranced a little while away in the grassy fields before them, blissfully ignorant. "I can't... Do what?" the words barely manage to leave her lips, dry as they were like sandpaper blistering the insides of her mouth.

They couldn't have known--no, wouldn't have known that she came here with selfishness in part, with little intentions to heal her daughter's blindness and every preparedness in the chasms and Chambers of her own heart to sacrifice herself, if need be, to cut herself apart just to bring back her son.

Even if that meant leaving behind two children without a mother. They were children of two demigods. In here, even without her, they would be perfectly alright.

"I'm still doing it, Bastet." Her words were faint. "I don't care if it costs me my life or anything--" Her chest heaved silently as she watched hee daughter reach for the air as thought speaking to another person. "I'm sure that my son's spirit still lingers, and I'd be damned if I don't do anything and exhaust all options to make sure that he gets back."

[promptfairy]

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“  let’s go home.  ” “  um,  excuse me?  ” “  you broke it.  ” “  need a hand?  ” “  please,  help me.  ” “  i missed you.  ” “  i’m not sorry.  ” “  tell the truth.  ” “  what happened here?  ” “  got a minute?  ” “  life’s a bitch.  ” “  you’ve done enough.  ” “  i’m still learning.  ” “  don’t touch me.  ” “  was that you?  ” “  there’s no god.  ” “  you deserve better.  ” “  you’re a saint.  ” “  you are enough.  ” “  maybe you’re right.  ” “  this will pass.  ” “  you complete me.  ” “  you got this.  ”

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

“  don’t be so dramatic.  ” “  no guts,  no glory.  ” “  i’m calling for help.  ” “  run away with me.  ” “  it’s always been you.  ” “  some things take time.  ” “  you’re being awfully quiet.  ” “  please don’t hurt me.  ” “  snap out of it.  ” “  did you miss me?  ” “  how do i look?  ” “  i wanna get better.  ” “  whatever floats your boat.  ” “  i’ll love you always.  ” “  what are you waiting for?  ” “  at least i tried.  ” “  give me a kiss.  ” “  what’s the fucking point?  ” “  god,  i love you.  ” “  i’m doing my best.  ” “  i waited for you.  ” “  you woke me up.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ”

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

“  you can’t keep doing this.  ” “  i think i love you  …  ” “  you make me feel special.  ” “  are you upset with me?  ” “  you need to heal first.  ” “  let me see the wound.  ” “  is your brain even on?  ” “  don’t give up on me.  ” “  you are perfect to me.  ” “  i can’t take this anymore.  ” “  you are my favorite person.  ” “  you had me at  ‘  hello.  ’   ” “  i wanted to see you.  ” “  don’t give me that look.  ” “  you’re a work of art.  ” “  i’m not scared of you.  ” “  i have  …  so many questions.  ”  “  do you think i’m stupid?  ” “  just tell me what happened.  ” “  i just want to help.  ” “  we need to be careful.  ” “  what did you just say?  ” “  i miss talking to you.  ”

[rosecrystal]

nana for high cut

[mpxbobby]

The Best Uncle

starter for @mpruyul ft bobby, ruyul & minji

“Okay so, up we go! Ughhhn-!” With a fake exclamation of effort, Bobby, with his large hands on petite little sides, scoops the small girl up up and over his head, to rest on his shoulders. With her settled and little hands in his hair, his hands move to gently hold her ankles steady, feeling the trim of lace socks under his palms. “Wow, you’re heavier then you look! Eh Minji-ah?” He teases with a chuckle, before he starts off towards the busy throng of people, as they filter into the festival streets. He makes sure to cast a smile back towards his sister, before trudging on ahead. 

He makes quite the sight, the stark contrast of piecings, messy half box bleached hair, heavy lidded eyes, chunky chains and tatty denim whilst speaking up to the little girl, already enthralled with her. With the sun beating down he’d opted for a low sided tank and baggy jeans. “You know, Minji, I think I see kite balloons up ahead! What’s your favourite colour? Maybe we could get one” he hums happily, gazing around as he’s keen to spoil his little neice rotten.   

[mpruyul]

Meeting Bobby had been one of the biggest world mysteries to Ruyul, the knowledge of her having yet another half sibling--this time from her paternal side not much of a surprise to the woman as she quietly watched him play with Minji with tender affection in his eyes. Rarely had she watched her daughter warm up to another within minutes of meeting them, reaching from her panicky arms into Bobby’s as soon as she had introduced them to each other. “She’s weighing fine, right?” Her brows knit together in gentle worry at his teasing, eyes never leaving her unseeing daughter as she watched Minji laugh softly, fingers lacing through the top of Bobby’s hair. “Don’t pull out his hair, Minji.” She gently scolds, almost nervous as she watched them rock for a moment under her daughter’s weight, scurrying to catch up with them nervously, eyes wandering tersely around the vibrant festival.

“Do yall...usually have so much festivals around?” She turns slightly to Bobby, smiling up as Minji giggled above, unreplying to any of the other demigod’s questions out of shyness. “She likes purple. But in general any colour is fine.” She couldn’t see the colours anyway.