brightness of the sun in their eyes

gold as the sun and harsh as its heat lord apollo god of light, healing, and the arts ❝ hot in every sense of the word ❞

[inarimp-blog]

Inari’s first Christmas (inari & apollo)

“Are you meaning to say,” Inari said, holding a tray of gingerbread cookies he’d just taken out of the oven, “that this… Santa Claus… he knows where we live? He’s watching us? He’s going to break into my apartment on Christmas Eve?” Inari found that a little hard to believe. Inari hadn’t been to the North Pole, but it was quite strange to hear that there would be someone with an entire factory up there. “It just doesn’t make sense,” Inari explained to Apollo. He set the tray down on the coffee table between them, taking off his fox-shaped oven mits. “Why would you build a factory where there would be constant snow storms? How can he expect people to work there in such a harsh climate?”  Inari frowned deeply. He simply could not understand this… supposed ruler of Christmas. He seemed to fret, looking out the window, looking for this Santa Claus. “Is he a God?” He whispered in realisation, “he must be.”  He closed all the blinds, as if they would deter the God from looking into their conversation. “The world is a slave to his factory. How can he be worshipped more than us, Apollo?” He sat down next to him, he brought a piece of gingerbread unhappily into his mouth. He immediately spat it out into a napkin. “This is disgusting,” he whined, his ears flopping. 

@mpxapollo

[mpxapollo]

an amused smile rested on his lips as he watched inari over the edge of his notebook. it was always a treat to get a first view sight of inari’s insights on mortal celebrations; apollo tucked away inari’s reaction to halloween in a mental folder that he would never forget. 

settled comfortably on the couch, apollo found himself half listening, scratching in a small version of inari with fox oven mitts at the top of a scribbled in music sheet. the drawing of inari pouted up at him, and apollo glanced up to see the real inari doing the same. a soft huff of laughter fell at the sight. his smile grew as inari sat beside him, another chuckle slipping out. 

❝ sweetheart, i’m sure saint nicholas is delighted, wherever he is, to know that such serious thought and debate is being put into him, ❞ he teased, arm stretching out to stroke gently beneath inari’s ears.  ❝ although in this case, ❞ apollo quickly wrote in another note to the composition.  ❝ this ruler of christmas is just another old fat man centuries dead, yet his legacy lives on. it’s a little amazing, how much power he holds. ❞ apollo tried not to look jealous.

golden eyes dullened just a fraction at the thought of being out-worshiped by a saggy bearded dead man, apollo looked over to inari.  ❝ but do you know the true ruler behind christmas? ❞ he grinned and tapped his lover on the nose with the butt of his pen, leaning closer to whisper,  ❝ capitalism. ❞ ever the drama queen.

apollo grinned, sneaking a kiss to inari’s cheek before taking the dirty napkin from his hand and placing it on the coffee table.  ❝ some of the mortal traditions are not to my taste, but i admit there are a few that i’ve adapted to my own; which obviously means that i’ve made better. ❞

[mpxapollo]

❝ he’s not a monster, he’s just a man. ❝

!! GOTHAM SENTENCE STARTERS  ;;  not accepting

❝ oh yes, uncle, just a man. ❞ apollo stares at hades with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. ❝ my father is just a man that killed my own son; just a man that never fails to disappoint. i suppose you think you’re just a man as well, right? in the same way that i’m just a boy. ❞

[mpxapollo]

❝ not the best idea to handle a firearm when you’ve been drinking. ❝

!! GOTHAM SENTENCE STARTERS  ;;  not accepting

❝ i don’t get drunk, ❞ he slurs, obviously drunk. each step is staggered and unstable, dark hair in a curly mess with slick lips.

❝ besides, ❞ he adds on, pointing a finger in phobetor’s direction. ❝ i am the great apollo━ my aim never misses. ❞

[mpxyumi]

Twin Terror | Artemis & Apollo

@mpxapollo

The second Artemis set foot on the island, she had gone to city hall and asked the first person she saw where her brother lived. After all, it had been quite a while since they had seen each other, and nothing would make her arrival more perfect than surprising (and hopefully annoying) her dearest twin.

It was ridiculously easy to break into the mansion -leave it to Apollo to have a mansion, he had always been frivolous- and once inside she settled herself down to wait for him to get home. Lounging on the couch with a book in one hand and a glass of what seemed like very expensive wine in the other, she made herself very comfortable for the short wait.

When she heard the front door open, she set the book down and looked up, eager to see his reaction. “Hello, brother dearest. Miss me?”

[mpxapollo]

the instant apollo saw his twin sister, his eyes widened and he let out a scream in surprise. 

ahem, excuse me, let me rephrase that: 

as soon as the mighty and great apollo laid on eyes on his little sister, his muscles flexed as he waved a manly greeting and totally didn’t shriek in any way or form. 

❝ i swear to the river styx, if you broke anything while manhandling your way in here, i’m going to make sure the sun shines in your eyes for the next century. ❞ his heart ached at the thought of any of his ancient venetian vases shattered to pieces on the floor and scratching his marble tiled floor. it was the end of the day, and apollo was tired but  ━  it would be a lie of apollo said he wasn’t a little happy seeing artemis after so long. of course, he wouldn’t say it to her face. 

then his gaze landed on the glass in her hand.

❝ is that my 1947 cheval blanc? ❞ 

[mpxapollo]

hallow’s eve ball ⋆ apollo as inari

❝ long hair totally suits me; i should do this more often. no, i am not a furry! this isn’t even the same thing. i am a respected council member, how dare you even ━ wait, babe ━ i’m stuck ━  help  ━  how do you put this robe on? ❞

( with @inarimp )

[jesperfaheys]

@camphalfbloodnetwork second quest ; favourite myth

hyacinthus was a beautiful young man who became the lover of the god apollo. zephyrus, the west wind, got jelaous of their love and made apollo’s discus to go off track; it struck hyacinthus in the head, killing him instantly.

when hyacinth died, apollo did not allow hades to claim him; rather, he made a flower, the hyacinth, from his spilled blood.

[mpxapollo]

mpjihoon:

Jihoon could feel the way warmth spread through his body. It was so similar to his own powers, but they felt more controlled. He had only been able to heal for 3 years, versus Apollo’s thousands of years of practice. Apollo’s touch was comforting, reminding Jihoon of how it felt to stand in the sun and take in its energy.

As the pain faded enough to breathe through his crying, he tried to look around at his surroundings, the dim lighting of his flashlight not helping as it laid on the ground. With his good hand, he reached up to find his father’s that was rested on the side of his face. He shut his eyes tightly, focusing in on Apollo’s powers in attempt to ignore any outside stimuli. 

He took one last deep breath and managed to get out, “It h-hurts…m-my hand.”

He didn’t realize that the pain had gotten this bad. His violin was in his hands when it had started, the pain slowly setting in like it always had. However, when the pain struck him like a ton of bricks, he knew that it was different. It wasn’t his usual pain, but something worse than anything he had ever felt. There was no choice for him anymore, and he recognized that. 

He couldn’t live without music. The one thing that worried him was the thought that he would never play again. It’s my fault, he told himself. After all, he ignored advice from doctors, from his mother, from everyone. He was aware that he would be scolded, but he trusted that his father would understand better than anyone else could.

apollo blinked.

followed by a soft sigh.

from what he could tell, there didn’t seem to be any lesions or anything of the sort on jihoon’s hand. but, jihoon also happened to be related to him, and more often than not, his children tended to cultivate a tender passion for music. the golden ichor flowing through his veins made it impossible to sustain any injuries, but the patron of music had seen his fair share of composers and performers find their downfall with the faults of mortal bodies. it was only a hunch on his part, but apollo had a sneaking suspicion that it was true. 

if he wanted to really make sure, apollo refused to do it on the floor of his foyer. it would have been more troublesome than effective to coax jihoon into a standing position and bring him into walking, so apollo took the efficient route.

❝ relax, ❞ apollo murmured, picking up jihoon easily as if he were a pillow. he made easy work of ushering jihoon into the hulking mass of his mansion, breezing past the closed clinic, an ostentatious set of marble stairs, and into plush guest room. apollo was, if anything, an enthusiast of luxury.

he stared for another moment once he managed to gather jihoon into a bed, hands clasped in apollo’s lap as he sat in a chair beside the demigod. a tendril of warmth still attached itself to his son’s body, wrapping jihoon in a warm cocoon that kept the pain at bay. it was a temporary fix, and certainly wouldn’t last, but it would do for the time being.

❝ when did it start? ❞ there was a beat.  ❝ and tell me the truth ━ i can tell when you’re lying. ❞ 

[mpxapollo]

( continued from here feat. @mpjihoon )

dad.

the god of light gaped down at his son with uncharacteristic shock. he frowned at the pang of fear shooting through his chest at the title. of all things to show up at his door, this was not what apollo expected. inari? definitely. amaterasu? unfortunately, yes. a son who despised him for good reason? not so much. apollo admitted that their relationship was a tad on the complicated side, but despite common opinion, he wasn’t that much of an asshole.

so it wasn’t hard to gaze upon jihoon with concern, as any father would have when their child drops by in the dead of night ━ and were those...tears? his frown deepened, crossing his arms as he took a closer look at jihoon. it didn’t take any supernatural powers to notice the waves of pain rolling off the demigod. an observant eye that had centuries of medical training raked over the boy, and realization at just how badly the pain was dawned upon him.

apollo shifted forward to grab jihoon as he fell forward, letting out a small grunt. crouching in the archway of his home, it was only then that he realized just how small jihoon felt in his arms.

❝ tell me what’s wrong, ❞ he pressed, hands moving to cup either side of jihoon’s cheeks. a sliver of energy snaked around the demigod to lessen the pain, or at least enough to let him talk intelligibly. gold eyes scanned the boy’s face, searching for any answer that gave way to the worry bubbling inside.

[ovcja-deactivated20190823]

☂  GOTHAM SENTENCE STARTERS ; !! (pt. 2)

❝ pretend i’m a boy/girl. seduce me. ❝

❝ i ain’t lookin’ for no boy/girl, i’m looking for a weapon! ❝

❝ my mother wrote that. ❝

❝ i just dont want my parents’ dream to die with them. ❝

❝ innocence will die. ❝

❝ i have a paradox for you! ❝

❝ that’s a nice, handsome bird. ❝

❝ lazy – maybe i just work smarter than you, you ever considered that? ❝

❝ poor little baby girl, couped up in here. you want some excitement? ❝

❝ i’m your secret weapon. ❝

❝ you might be my baby girl/boy, but i’m not your mama/daddy. ❝

❝ even a fool may bite the king if he has teeth. ❝

❝ we need eachother, we’re family. ❝

❝ everyone here calls me penguin, sir. ❝

❝ this isn’t my first rodeo, so to speak. ❝

❝ come here, i love you, mwah!! ❝

❝ i hope you die quicker, you terrorist! ❝

❝ bad things only truly happen when they happen to important people. ❝

❝ — you ever been with a criminal? some ladies find it a turn on. ❝

❝ now after we kill you, we’re gonna kill (name) too, nice and slow. ❝

❝ i love you, (name), i cannot leave you. ❝

❝ you little scaly faced bitch!! ❝

❝ can i have it? i have a friend who would love that. ❝

❝ i wanted to make a gesture. i hope in time, we can be friends. ❝

❝ when i order some food killed, i expect him that way. ❝

❝ good luck, lad. ❝

❝ put a zipper on it! ❝

❝ not the best idea to handle a firearm when you’ve been drinking. ❝

❝ he’s not a monster, he’s just a man. ❝

❝ go. catch some bad guys. ❝

❝ i had a cranberry muffin earlier, saving the rest for later. ❝

❝ i cook for him/her, i sing to him/her, we go on walks – i don’t know whether i’m his/her maid, mother/father, or his/her lover. ❝

❝ true killers are easy to spot. ❝

❝ hello! i am (full name). ❝

❝ knock yourself out, kid. ❝

❝ c’est la vie. ❝

❝ you know who i am. ❝

❝ when you know what a man loves, you know what can kill him. ❝

❝ business must come first! ❝

❝ do you have any peanut butter?❝

❝ sex is a healthy human activity. ❝

❝ you wanna know what i said? i told her/him i trusted her/him with my life. & that i felt tied to her/him in a way that i couldn’t explain. but wouldn’t change ever. ❝

❝ ‘’alive’’ is a very broad category. a man with no hands can still be alive. ❝ 

❝ i want you to go & never come back. ❝

❝ you like magicians, don’t you? ❝

[mpxapollo]

inarimp:

[ text message to: dearest ] yes. actually i was very angry at him and said a lot of things out of spite. : –( [ text message to: dearest ] i hope i am doing this right. [text message to: dearest ] please, one thing at a time, polly. i am too scared to give… my emoticon a body, or something. that is too much work. one step at a time. 

( ✉ → outgoing:  my little fox ) I think that’s how most people regard my father ( ✉ → outgoing:  my little fox ) You’re doing great, sweetheart ( ✉ → outgoing:  my little fox ) Have I ever told you I love you?

[mpjihoon-blog]

you are more alike than you think, child of apollo

muse moodboard #7 (ft. @mpxapollo )

[mpxapollo]

Deep Ass Starters.

Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!

"What's holding you back?"

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"

"Let me in sometime!"

"It's not that easy, you know."

"Help me understand."

"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."

"Why are you always so cold?"

"Why are you always so happy?"

"Are you really happy now?"

"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"

"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"

"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

"It's a problem, I get it."

"This is all kinds of messed up."

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

"So what happened, with your parents, really?"

"What was your childhood like?"

"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."

"You were bullied? What for?"

"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."

"You can't just run away all the time."

"You can't just hide all the time."

"Are you still thinking about them?"

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."

"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"

"You never talk about it, why?"

"How come you're so different around them?"

"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."

"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."

"What was your ex like?"

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"

"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

"Are you scared of being hurt?"

"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"

"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"

"You use people to make yourself feel better."

"I'm scared of being used again..."

"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"How long has it been since you lost them?"

"You're too attached."

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"

[nmjoohyuks]

[mpxapollo]

@inarimp

[ text message to: dearest ] yes. He said he would ‘crush me’ if I ever were to break your heart. It is rather… what do you call it? ‘The pot calling the kettle black’? I am truly fine. It was just a temper tantrum. And why do you send multiple messages, sweetheart? My phone vibrated a lot. I am not used to it. And, thank you. My colleague at work showed me how to make him a hat. <|:–) See? He has a hat. It is like the ones I wear when I used to fish by the hut. Do you remember?

( ✉ → outgoing:  my little fox ) That’s hilarious coming from him ( ✉ → outgoing:  my little fox ) Separate messages are to add placement and make certain points. Does it bother you? Yes, darling, I remember the hats. Next time I’ll teach you how to use the emoji keyboard. I’m sure you’ll have fun with that.

[mpxapollo]

[ text message to: my dearest ] Pol, your father came by. He has found out about our relationship and he threatened me. However, I am okay. Also, I baked a pie. Do you like blackberries? I will save you a slice. I hope I can see you soon :--)

( ✉ → outgoing:  my little fox ) He threatened you?( ✉ → outgoing:  my little fox ) I’m on my way.( ✉ → outgoing:  my little fox ) You did a great job on the emoji, babe

[exmpdonghae-blog]

Happy Reunion | Apollo & Zeus

It was Sunday evening when Zeus crossed the bridge that led to Mount Phoenix. Walking at a steady pace towards his destination, the god felt completely at ease. After all those years of living between mortals, he would finally return to the gods. Oh, and how had he missed them, he realized. How had he missed his friends, his children, his wife and his lovers. How had he missed the way they addressed him, looked up to him, loved him and despised him. Zeus knew not all of them would be at Mount Phoenix and only a select few would actually be happy to see him. But that tiny detail certainly wasn’t able to kill his perfectly good mood. He was finally coming back home and nothing could change that. The mere thought made an excited shiver run down his spine. Dropping his head into his neck because of the pleasurable sensation, Zeus breathed out a happy, carefree smile to the sky. His smile only widening when he spotted some stars. They only served to remember him of a special someone.

Admittingly the walk to Mount Phoenix had taken him longer than expected, so it was somewhere in the early hours of the night that he reached the city. Not that he minded that, though, he had more than enough time anyway. Looking around the street with a neutral expression, he put his hands in the front pockets of his grey jeans. Standing there for a moment while he took in his new surroundings, Zeus cherished the last seconds of anonymity he had left. After years of living like a mortal, shedding his disguise almost felt like saying goodbye to a dear old friend. When the moment of letting go was over, Zeus took his first real step into the city of Mount Phoenix. Aimlessly walking the streets for a little while, he decided that he had to find a great place for a drink. He should celebrate being back after all.

Talking to the first man he passed by, he got told that he had to visit a rock ‘n’ roll bar in the downtown area which hosted open nights during the weekends. Trusting the man on his word, the god travelled to said area to find this bar called ‘Dr. Feelgoods, Rock ‘n’ Roll bar’. Entering said bar a little while later, Zeus got warmly welcomed by rock music. Taking a moment to appreciate the acoustics of the place, which he approved of, he slowly glanced around. His jaw tightened, though, when he saw the rather rough looking crowd. He was wearing a stylish white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, of which the top two buttons were open thus showing his necklace and some bare skin. He also supported a grey jeans with a pair of black fancy shoes. So he definitely didn’t fit in. Disgruntled by this, he forced himself to relax and to confidently stride towards the large bar so he could order himself a good beer. Taking up a free spot at the bar, it being somewhere more to the right of the place, Zeus placed his left elbow on the counter. “Hey, you,” he said to the bartender who was the closest to him to try and catch his attention. “Can I have a beer?”

[mpxapollo]

fingers deftly moved across nylon strings, a stream of melodies flowing from the guitar upon which they played  ━ as if those fingers had been created for the sole purpose of gifting music to ears both mortal and immortal. there was an arrogant smirk and gleaming golden eyes; he had been created for that very purpose. it was just one of the many great things about apollo. the countless impossible-to-list great things.

to those that caught his eye, apollo offered them a wink ( he tried not to laugh at the auible swoons ) and let his music fill the open space of the bar. business was always good; booze and good music never seemed to fall out of style, he could count on that. though, his patrons tended to run on the rougher side. the sun god didn’t mind of such company. it provided ample entertainment and a certain ambiance that let the volatile blaze of the sun smolder with no restraint. if the clinic was the soothing dawn, then his bar was the harsh afternoon sun that did not hesitate to burn whatever was in its way.

he strummed the guitar lazily, gaze scanning across each patron as a way to monitor dr. feelgoods closely. bar fights were not uncommon, and while he didn’t not condone them...apollo was in the middle of playing a particular amazing acoustic cover of killer queen ( deemed so by himself, obviously ) and it would be a shame to interrupt such a blessing. 

it would seem that the fates did not agree with him.

a loud dissonant chord cracked from his guitar, a disarming difference from just a moment before. apollo had frozen in place, jaw clenched at the sight before him. despite centuries, it seemed things didn’t change; an overall aura of insufferable self-respect, condescension, and narcissism, all wrapped in designer clothing ━ zeus. his father. apollo’s lip curled in distaste, though he could feel his stomach jumping into his throat as it dawned upon him that the very man he had resented for most of his life had just so happened to waltz onto the island that was beginning to become a safe haven or himself. his guitar was long forgotten on the stage, the sun god already taking swift steps to the man intruding upon his bar. 

❝ you, ❞ he spoke through clenched teeth, finger pointing in the direction of the door. there was a sun ablaze in each golden iris that stared at zeus, despite the inky swirl of the night sky.  ❝ get. out. ❞

[dazzlingkai]

he did that