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22 | Child of Bastet

[linda-belcher]

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mpanubis:

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“Come here Kibum, I have to show you something.” Motioning for the demi-god to join him he pocked his hand again in his long black overcoat. Waiting for the other to join him at his side he was sure Kibum would be able to see the statue of Bastet in her lioness’ form.

Kibum sniffed quietly as he glanced around the cemetery, pulling his jacket closed tighter around himself. He could admit it, he was afraid of the dead. He was afraid of cemeteries and he was afraid of the demigods that called the places their domains. So, he couldn’t be blamed as he fretted nervously, his ears flat against his head as he took more hesitant steps into the cemetery. Why couldn’t they have come during the daytime?

He glanced over at his ‘joke’ just to make sure that he really was joking before shivering slightly. Of course, his reply would have warranted a snarky response from the demigod but at the moment he was just trying to figure out if he was truly cold or if it was the atmosphere of the scenery. “I hope that you don’t have to be ethically good to cross over or I’m screwed,” he said, in an attempt to joke as he hurried to stay close to the god.

There was no way he was walking around here alone.

He looked up, his lips parting as he observed the statue, his eyes narrowed as he looked over it. “That’s my mother. Right?”

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Hair Affair

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sehunmp:

It’s strange, really, to be back in Mount Phoenix. The city bristles around him like the metropolis it has become, people walking left and right, passing him by with no regard for his person. He likes it that way, really. By now he’s wearing a shirt again, at least, which might help with the blending in. His pants are still the same faded, ripped black jeans from before. He doesn’t have much to his name, after all, especially not since he flew right away from a fight and left the entire outside world behind like that. He’s almost ashamed to think of how he asked his mother to help him extend his wardrobe by lending him some money.

Damn, he’s really gotten himself in way too deep to ever claw back out now. He could never get himself to leave Mount Phoenix without at least paying Morrigan back for what she’s done to him. He hates owing people, really. The fact that she’s supposedly his mother, a person who is expected to do things like that for him, doesn’t make it any easier to bear. In fact, it only makes it worse. He’s never had a mother he doesn’t want to start counting on one. But then on the other hand, he already has simply by coming back and asking her for a job.

It’s thoughts like these that keep Sehun occupied as he walks the streets of Mount Phoenix, looking to find a cheap kind of clothing store where he can hopefully buy a bulk of shirts and pants at the cheapest price possible. He half-hopes to find a secondhand store or something of the sorts, but they never tend to have his exact size for pants and he hardly believes any of the demigods or gods would be happy with second tier clothing.

Growing more and more frustrated with the lack of decently priced clothing stores around the damn island, Sehun ruffles his hair in frustration. The raven black locks fall into his line of sight for a second and he’s still a little surprised by the dark of them - he used to keep them light brown after all. But then he ruffles them right back out of his sight with an annoyed sigh. It’s clearly time for a new haircut. Meaning he’s going to pull out a set of scissors later and set them into the longer locks so he can cut them appropriately. Not well. He sucks at cutting his own hair. But he can cut it appropriately short enough for him to live with. And that’s all he needs, really.

@mpxkibum

Kibum always thought it was strange, every time he left Mount Phoenix, he came back to it being exactly the same. It was almost as if the island was in constant stasis; no matter how long he was gone, his job, his apartment, would all be waiting for him, even if the people changed. It made him itch. He supposed that was why he was always leaving, too feral to stay in one place for long.

But the people kept him coming back, he was always sure to find someone interesting, someone, to harass, someone who harasses him. At the moment, his attention was almost firmly set on a slim male coming towards him on the street. Adjusting his own shopping bags in his hand, he noted that it wasn’t so much the male that he was focused on but what was on his head.

To Kibum, your appearance was everything. What people noticed first about you. You could tell a lot about someone with how well they took care of himself and by the state of the other’s hair, it seemed that this male didn’t take care of himself at all. Which was a shame, he seemed like he would be a decently attractive guy if he only took care of the mop on his head. And being himself, there was no way he could let such an atrocity slide, not in front of him. Not while he worked at one of the only salons on the island.

Speaking up just as the male seemed to pass him by, his eyes narrow. 

“Do birds ever nest in your hair or do they have better standards?”

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​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

Kibum nibbled at the cookie in his hands as he looked up at the taller boy, an eyebrow quirked up as he did. Halloween wasn’t a huge holiday for Kibum, it wasn’t that it wasn’t fun, it was just a dumb holiday. He was never big on dressing up and unless the activity involved drinking and pranks, he wasn’t one to participate.

But.

Kibum could also admit a good situation when he saw one. It wasn’t that Kibum had a crush on the other male; he didn’t do crushes. He just thought that he was a cute guy and he never turned down a chance to hang out with cute guys, even if it went against all of his morals that involved Halloween.

“By go out...do you mean...trick or treating? Do I have to dress up?”

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[mperosx]

Vamp Stamp || Kibs&Eros

[mpxkibum]

,mperosx:

Continued from (here) with catboy @mpxkibum

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  Eros’ lips pull in a pout. It’s curiously funny as the false fangs give it even more of a puffed and put out look on his features. The look fades after a few seconds though as he catches sight of himself in one of the many little mirrors of the shop. He did, in fact, look absolutely ridiculous. He snorts at his reflection and runs his tongue over one of the fangs before nodding a bit at the other.

  “They are rather gaudy,” he muses with a smile. “ Fun but gaudy.”

  At the notion of being a ghost for the holiday, the eve of his full-on “hot season” Eros reasonably makes a hmpf sound. Someone like him wearing a bed sheet was an invitation for trouble. He is half surprised that he hasn’t started showing any signs of the coming cycle. 

  “Eris is painting me an angel this year, but hasn’t quite given the details to me in full,” he says as he toys with a flimsy red-lined cape and plastic walking stick. For the refined gothic vampire, he assumes as he lets his fingers touch over the giant false red ruby on the top of it. He brings his eyes and his smile to the other, false fangs and all, before speaking.

  “How are you going to dress up?”

Kibum can’t even hide the way that he’s sticking his nose up at the other and his costume of choice. Luckily, it seemed to be just for show inside of the store and he wouldn’t be taking it home. Not that Kibum would actually let him, if only for his own conscious.

“Gaudy, sure. I don’t know about fun. I mean, I’m having fun making fun of you.”

Kibum have the other a cheeky smile as he moved further down the aisle, his eyebrow furrowing as he looked at some of the other costumes, picking up one of the huge white shirts with a bow in the front, handing it over to the god with a snort.

“An angel wouldn’t suit you at all. So naturally, it’s a perfect choice,” he said as he looked over the horrible and overpriced makeup, intended to turn one pale he assumed. As terrible as he looked, he had to admit that he looked at least...fun.

“I’m going as a cat. So naturally, I’m just walking around naked,” he joked dryly, running a hand through his hair. “I have no idea. I’m not a huge Halloween person. I only participate for the free alcohol at parties, I went as a cat every year back in London.”

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Kibum looked at his uncle (probably, he figured but who knew what his family tree entailed), his tail literally between his legs, curled around one to give away his discomfort. Kibum had been in and out of Mount Phoenix since he turned 18 so he’d known plenty of people who came and went, a small number of which that had passed on. But by asking how to come to terms with it, Kibum didn’t know that the god wanted him to do physically, in a graveyard.

“What if there’s someone buried here who hated me when they were alive?” He mumbled but he took a few steps forward anyway, spurred on by the other’s urging, right into the entrance of what could have possibly been the most terrifying graveyard in existence. 

“If something pops out at me, I’m dying. Just on the spot. Just to let you know.”

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❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞

“You’re a real liar,” he said with a playful roll of his eyes as he looked down at the god. He could admit, it was a really good costume if he planned on wearing it but the fangs looked...abysmal. 

“Your fangs look awful though. Look at mine, how they’re small and cute. They have to look more down-stated to look legit!” Of course, Kibum’s fangs looked legitimate because they were his actual fangs but that was a small part of the argument that Kibum wouldn’t entertain with the other. He glanced around the small costume shop, his eyes narrowing as he glanced between all of ‘vampire’ costumes, an eyebrow quirked as he judged. “Maybe you should just be a ghost.”

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❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞

Kibum felt his ears perk up as he looked at the girl, an eyebrow quirking up as he eyes the plate of pumpkin cookies. He wouldn’t say that he had a sweet tooth but...he would definitely say that he indulged in sweets more than he should, in fact it was one of the few ways directly to his heart, so of course he couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and take one, looking at Hana with a look similar to complete admiration.

“You’re a hero without a cape, oh my god,” he said as he took a small bite, his face lighting up. “Oh my god.”

[mpxkibum]

also! small plot call!

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[allthingsmusings]

autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃

masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters! some are original, but most are collected from other posts.

​❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞

❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞

​❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞

❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞

❝ help me decorate! ❞

​❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞

​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

​❝ bring a jacket! ❞

​❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞

​❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞

​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞

​❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞

*sneeze* ​❝ sorry, allergies. ❞

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

​❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞

​❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞

❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞

​❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞

​❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞

​❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞

❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞

❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞

❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ we have to get out of here! ❞

❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞

❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞

❝ what did you get? ❞

❝ want to trade candy? ❞

❝ i got a rock. ❞

❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞

❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞

❝ trick or treat! ❞

❝ happy halloween! ❞

❝ happy fall! ❞

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞

❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞

❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞

❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞

❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞

❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞

❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞

❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞

❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞

❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞

❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞

❝ i just saw something! ❞

❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞

❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞

❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞

❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞

❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞

❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞

❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞

❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞

❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞

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Why did we ever break up?

The question gave Kibum pause, sharp eyes looking over at the god in question with a quirked eyebrow. Eros often had a way of throwing Kibum for a loop and honestly, he should’ve seen this conversation coming. He supposed when you fall for someone, you don’t expect for them to just jump ship randomly which was precisely what Kibum had done to Eros.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled his knees up on the couch, turning his body so that he was facing him, quiet for a few beats as he thought about what to say.

Play it off with a dumb joke? Give him a serious answer? Was there even a right way to deal with the question?

“Eros. You. I,” he started, immediately flustered as he attempted to put meaning to his feelings, his eyebrows furrowing with the effort. He wanted to make it flowery, make Eros feel better about his decision to leave him, make him feel less insecure about the possibility of him jumping ship on him now. But Kibum couldn’t do that, he didn’t have the ability to make anyone feel secure, he only knew honesty.

“Eros. How much experience do you have over me? Not with just relationships but life? I was just some kid. I am some kid now, even. I was...is saying that I was scared cliche?” He ran a hand through his hair, a fang digging into his bottom lip. “You think you’re just having fun with someone one moment and then the next, you’re completely falling for them and thinking of them every minute and feeling like you can’t breathe without them. It’s powerless and scary and I just...had never felt that way before. And...so. That’s why we broke up.”

He shrugged to finish his sentence, looking down at his hands instead, visibly deflating now that he’d gotten it off his chest. “Any more questions or are we going to watch that movie?”

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Key ~ Tell Me What To Do (161120)

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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?"

[mperosx]

A Thin Line Between Friend and Fate || Eros&Kibs

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mperosx:

(...)

  It’s not love, not as it was. It’s something different and he doesn’t know what to call this, but it’s exciting/scary/new/unknown. And he is willing to understand it even as his life is changing and his heart still carries old scars.

He lets out quiet puffs of air as Eros speaks, a frown playing at his lips even as he struggled to move closer to him, already in his lap. He was sure at this point they couldn’t get much closer.

It was an uncomfortable feeling, every time he got near the other, a feeling of being unable to control him. He constantly felt as if everything in his life was him reacting to it instead of him controlling it and it was part of the reason why he left Eros in the first place. 

But he couldn’t deny that it was also the reason he’d constantly felt drawn to him, he was always surprised by him and the way that he reacted to him. It was intoxicated and scary as hell.

“We can. Just...kiss me. Before I feel guilty about leaving you with wet hair,” he mumbled, attempting to sound confident but even he could hear the slight tremble in his voice as he spoke, his cheeks dusting red in embarrassment.

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[amaterasuxmp]

Hairspray Confessions | Kib  + Ama

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amaterasuxmp:

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“I dare to say, I care about him…deeply.” Amaterasu’s words were hushed as if imparting great secrets, and in retrospect, they were. Never had she uttered the words of her feelings for Eros yet. Not even alone and certainly not to him. It seemed too fragile to give life to it, like the fluttering of butterfly wings. “Too much I think. It’s difficult to explain. “ A nervous fluttering of her hands before stilling them on her lap. “When you’ve seen all that we have and all that we have been, it seems terribly small to want to be a different sort with the people we care about. To make our mark, as it were. What selfishness must we have to take something that isn’t ours to begin with anyway? Or if they are for the taking.”

“I couldn’t imagine...” He trailed off as he thought but he had to admit that it did cross his mind. As close as he and Eros had gotten, he was still decidedly mortal and Eros would keep going while he would...not. Not that it was going to stop him. An expiration date on his life just made him that much more determined to live. “Either way. I’m happy that I have him as well. If only to tease him when he turns pink.”

Kibum chuckled quietly as he worked through the goddess’ hair, his eyebrow quirking up playfully at her words. As embarrassing as it seemed to be for her, Kibum loved to gossip and especially about this subject manner in particular. “Oh, he is certainly...good,” he said with a hint of another laugh. “I’m guessing you got to experience how good he is recently?”

Kibum resisted the urge to laugh again, instead, listening to her as she spoke, the steam from the curlers in his hand the only sound coming from his direction. He understood what she meant more than she knew. His feelings for Eros were...complicated. It felt like being stuck to rocket and he’d thought the ride ended a long time ago. Fortunately, or unfortunately, they’d only been on standby. “I understand. But you must have some sort of urge to live to the fullest, right?