inferno.

[myxdante]

um i realised i haven’t been here for a while after getting sick so i took a hiatus 😭 i’m sorry for disappearing. i’m back now and will work on replies and plotting soon. ;; if anyone’s interested, do like this post and i’ll approach to plot smth out!

[captivatesme]

the most handsome 🐻

[myxdante]

13) Honestly, have you ever cheated on your significant other?

INTERVIEW ME.

To him, the idea of romance is something he still couldn’t get used to. Sure, he knows the concept of relationships and how they work, but never having been in its presence growing up, he’s relatively less knowledgeable on that topic than people around him. He doubts this topic of discussion would disgust his mother - she was never the kind to love and be loved until he exists - and inevitably, it desensitised him from any sort of moral judgement towards those who goes against the conventional ‘rules’ of love. Yet, he felt like choices like this one in particular isn’t something anyone should have to make, for whatever reason. “I’ve never had a significant other, so no,” he began, a bit hesitant in his words. He’s heard rumours, plenty of it around the campus about people starting a witchhunt against cheaters. Never one to really care about the gist of it, but he knew said cheaters had been crucified pretty badly for it. A part of him thinks it’s fair. People’s feelings, however fickle, should not be toyed with. “But even if I do, why would I deliberately hurt them by doing something that would possibly hurt them? Why would anyone ever have to be subjected to such a thing that could destroy everything they’ve ever believed about love, and even worse, themselves?”

[myxdante]

95) Who’s your crush?

INTERVIEW ME.

Is there a way to wriggle out of this question? He doesn’t want everyone to be all up in his business the moment he says a name, or even admit there is in fact a crush. Dante with a crush… The whole school will go crazy. “Sorry for the disappointment that will ensue from this, but having one has never been a concept known to me.” An awkward laugh leaves his lips. He’s heard it all before, how it’s impossible someone his age hasn’t felt a stir in the pits of his stomach, or ever felt his heart beat wildly over someone. It seems to be a fairly normal experience for everyone else, but he has never once delved in romance Olympics like they all have. He did, from time to time, feel detached from his peers because of it, but not until recently. But it’s nothing he’ll say aloud just yet. Maybe not now or in the near future… Maybe never. “I’d just never been too interested in investing my feelings on someone. Plus I don’t think anyone would be interested in someone like me anyway. I have too little time for anything.”

[mythoskrp]

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[myxdante]

after hours.

[myxdante]

myxjisu‌:

“it isn’t much but at least it’s something right?”

it was her honest feelings, knowing that all she could give the male right now was an ear to hear his trouble and a lap to rest on, somehow that made her chest feel a little heavy, especially when she just wanted to be able to help the male as he had been able to help her.

For a second, he contemplated refusing her offer, but that would flat out make it seem suspicious since he never would’ve minded such proximity all the other times. They’d always been too comfortable around each other after all. Dante isn’t even as comfortable with anybody else, save a few of his guy friends, and yet he’s attached hip to hip with Cerise. And he’s only realising that now.

“Uh, okay. I hope it’s fine. Don’t mind me,” he mumbles as he puts the food aside and leans down to rest his head on her lap, heaving out a soft sigh as he does. His face burned red at this point, but he’s trying to brush it off, a hand going over his face and rubbing at his cheek. It feels hotter than ever. He could pass out anytime now.

When thinking about the stuff that piled up from his duties as the prez, sure, there were a lot that would just drive him crazy. He wasn’t entirely lying about it to Cerise, but he felt bad that her point of concern was of those, even when they were the least of his worries.

In most years of his life, he’d barely received affection from his mother. Not that she was a bad mother for that - but she never thought she was capable of loving anyone as much as she loves herself. The Evil Queen found a soft spot in him and never liked it, and things were just new for everyone in the castle. Dante never resented her for that. She’s always been supportive. Let him find himself and always believed he’d outdo her. But that in turn shifted her focus towards making him great, and less at knowing how to love and be loved as much.

To feel such a thing has always intimidated him, because he was unfamiliar. Feelings are such fickle things about living beings like them, and he thought he couldn’t put himself in such vulnerable position, for his own good. But things are changing. Dante started to feel. He remember not liking the sight of Cerise being close with another person. He remember wanting to be around her more than he should. And knowing that it would jeopardise their friendship, it scares him even more to come forward with the truth. He felt the need to keep things the way it is for the good of them both.

“Wanna get the pillow fort and sleep here? I don’t feel like going back to my room and tomorrow’s a weekend, so...”

[duckyhun]

[evil-comix]

[golden-aaurora]

jongin in crop tops.

EXO-L revival week #4 ✧ EXO + stage outfits.

[myxdante]

kaibility: jongin in crop tops. EXO-L revival week #4 ✧ EXO + stage outfits.

[myxdante]

after hours.

[myxdante]

myxjisu‌:

“let me check your temperature,” she nods and places her palm on his forehead, as she checks for temperature but there is nothing out of the ordinary– “classes were fine, they are finally starting to be a little more challenging,” she nods, then pulls away from his forehead, “no fever,” she smiles softly at the male, “other than that, my day has been pretty normal, the boys are doing good during basketball practice which is good to see, i’m finally getting the hang of my duties as a manager… how was your day?”

even if she was suspicious she didn’t want to push him, though she did want to know– maybe there was something she could do to help him.

He’s used to exclamation of awe people make when he tells them things about himself. He’s different after all. Seemingly human, but not quite. It never ceases to amaze those around him, even if they’re one of the same as him. For someone like Cerise, learning new things about him is probably a journey. He quite expected that.

“Nope. My mother used a spell that makes me invisible,” he explains with a sheepish smile. When Grimhilde made him inside of a boiling cauldron, she’d inserted all the rare ingredients one can only obtain after going through life threatening, greater lengths like they’ve ever done before. The witch had her ways with the help of the all-knowing Magic Mirror who helped create him, but not even the omniscient demon could’ve predicted that Dante would turn out to be the opposite of what they’ve hoped. They wanted a great ruler, but all they got was an shy, socially awkward child.

His awkwardness showed itself further when she checked his forehead. His cheeks flushed further with reddish hues, the drumming inside his chest ringing louder in his ears. The sudden rush of heat going up his neck was enough to turn him into a tomato, and he fumbled with the food on his lap as he squirms on the bench. Whatever she was saying at that point became a blur.

And he swore stars were bursting at the corner of his eyes when their gazes met. The ringing in his ears gradually thinned, like that of the last remaining sand dropping down an hourglass, almost gone, until meeting her eyes tips the hourglass over and restarts the flow again as he hears the dizzying buzz again.

“I’m well uh, n-not immune to stress,” he clears his throat, near coughing as he rubs his eyes. Get yourself together, idiot.

“I really think it’s just that... lately I’ve been bombarded with so much work. Council was a mess. Nobody was doing anything right.” Which was partially true. “I badly need rest after all that but classes are packed. I’m not even free on the weekends, ah...” The whine that followed after was more that convincing... right?

[myxdante]

after hours.

[myxdante]

myxjisu‌:

it was what they did, talked to each other about what was bothering them– what was weighing on their hearts, be those school-related things or personal things. cerise had even cracked under his presence and told him about her past, how she had been treated badly by the mundane children– to her surprise, he had accepted her, with all her flaws and imperfections. something she never could have imagined and she thought, ‘it’s because it’s dante, no one else would accept it.’

Had she not mentioned the chilly weather, he wouldn’t have noticed the low temperature in the first place. He’s born out of fire and ashes, rumor had it that it was actually hellfire, even. He could withstand the coldness just fine given his nature, having grown up within a castle on top of the mountains too. When she pointed it out and tugged a blanket over his shoulders, his palms reach to cup both his cheeks. Warm.

“I never get cold or sick, that’s weird,” he mumbled, not even knowing exactly why the beat of his heart rose a bit more in rhythm, drumming aloud and near damn exploding in his chest. It was an odd sensation that gets triggered even more with close proximity to her. He noticed that the moment her face inches near his, her smile more prominent with the distance.

It wasn’t like this the previous nights, or ever. Cerise’s presence was a normal presence in his life. Has been. Or had been, ever since he’s overheard his classmates chat about their special someones during a two-hour break before their next class.

Who makes you feel special? Belonged? Comfortable? Those were the things they discussed amidst their hushed whispers, along with names and exchanged secrets between close friends. Curse his enhanced hearing, now he’s overthinking it, and started to put two and two together, and before he knew it, the dots connect and make out her name in his head.

She does make him feel special, for sharing things she couldn’t possibly have told anyone else and spending quality time with the two of them alone at the rooftop. She does make him feel belonged, in a sense that he didn’t have to change for anyone and be himself around her. And she does make him comfortable, accepting him as he is and not weighing him down with expectations.

Ah, shit.

It would be weird to suddenly ask her why he’s feeling all these around her. He contemplated, lips pursed into a thin line as he gathers his thoughts and looks at her. Maybe he could coat it with something that wouldn’t be too in-her-face.

“It’s - nothing. As I was saying... since I never get sick it felt weird that I’m suddenly getting lightheaded and dizzy. Like my heart... feels weak. Maybe I’m just tired,” he mumbles. Under he dim light, her red lips are still the most distracting thing to ever exist.

He looked away and pokes a stick into a piece if meat, popping it in his mouth with a faint smile. “Nevermind that. How has your day been? Were the classes fun?”

[erigoms]

wow!

[myxdante]

after hours.

[myxdante]

myxcerise‌:

when dante sits next to her she moves a little closer, so their shoulders brush together ever so slightly– just to get a better view of what the male has brought, “i haven’t had dinner yet, what did you bring?” cerise gives the male a curious glance, her eyes sparkling for a moment form the moonlight.

The thing about Dante that probably surprised a lot of people was the fact that he doesn’t have as many friends as other students in the university do, when he’s one of the most popular ones among them. He’s detached and far from sociable, always minding his own business unless it has something to do with academics or university matters. He keeps himself busy with his position in the school government too, and that made him near damn missed out from how nice it actually is to be able to talk to another living being.

At one point, he used to think she views him as a weirdo. He’s awkward and doesn’t understand social cues very well. When he doesn’t know what to say, he stares into space and freezes up. While people think it’s cute or funny, it sends him further down into insecurity, near damn giving up from attempting to socialise. But he would love to think he progressed through the years. Being able to crack a smile and even a joke around Cerise, and even some of his classmates, should be a sign of that.

“Well um. Steak. I cut them into little cubes. And shrimp crackers,” he mumbles, digging into the bag and taking out the container with the steak, as well as the bag of snack. There were small sticks he’d use to poke the meat with, which he handed one to the latter, and one for himself.

“Remember the coffee I told you about? The website that sells it said it’s infused with Olympian fountain water. Who knows if it’s a marketing hoax... but it’s popular among celebs. The Queen of the North endorses this brand, apparently.” There’s slight skepticism in his voice, but he’s excited anyways. He’d seen them in ads before, it’d be a lie to say it didn’t make his mouth water.

And it’d be an even bigger lie to say he’s not the least bit bothered by how close she was to him. Usually, it’s not even a big deal. They’d been closer than that, like when they were huddled up against each other in the pillow fort they built once, or when they watched a movie together from his small phone screen. It was only recently when he felt tingles going down his skin when hers brush even slightly against him, making his heart race just a little bit faster, and his ears drumming with the beat of a monkey drum toy.

And - it’s becoming a bit of a nuisance to him. He’s unfamiliar with this feeling. He barely has an idea what it means. Why is he so redfaced and hot at the sight of her smile?

“So um, I have a concern,” he muttered, looking at her dead in her round, glimmering eyes. “It’s been bothering me for a while.”

[myxdante]

hit me with your best shot.

[myxdante]

myxdamien‌:

He didn’t think that Dante was easy to persuade as the latter was always stoic. He couldn’t even smile if you asked. Grabbing the latter by the hand, “Have you ever tried any alcohol in your life Dante? They’re called adult drinks after all.” Damien asked him, leading him to the table full of spirits and jungle juice. He was about to pour, but waited for the other to answer.

The other 4th years and some underclassmen were gathered near the table he was pulled towards, surrounding him with a roar the moment they spotted him with Damien. Great, not only he has a very persistent party animal throwing his arm around him, but also the rest of the same bunch encouraging him to step further and indulge into their way of having fun. Relaxed? He’s quite relaxed. Or so he thought, chewing on his bottom lip still wondering how even the hell he got into this situation.

His blazer suddenly felt heavy on his shoulders. It’s not like he’s new to drinking. When you have a pretty alcoholic mother who drinks wine for breakfast, lunch and dinner, you’re bound to get drawn to the lifestyle too. His mother used to say how grapevines are the only existing blessing of this world aside human inventions like hot showers and roasted beef, but he couldn’t find the appeal at all in the thing called booze.

That, until one day he tried it for himself and things went awfully wild. Her mother had to get the giants to settle things down that involved a drunk Dante and a boar... Which, is a part of the details he wouldn’t spare to Damien. He’ll see for himself. And Dante sure hopes he regrets it.

“Adult drink, yes. Which requires adult responsibilities with whatever that follows next, so I hope you know if things get out of hand... this is on you.”

He wasn’t annoyed. As stoic as he appears, he does let loose at times around his friends. And he guessed by now, he had no choice but to give in - because in the first place, a part of him anticipated the tingle that he would feel in his throat when the booze slide down his cavity. Yeah - he wouldn’t lie about liking to drink. He just avoids it at all costs considering what it made people go through.

Maybe just a sip.

He feigned a sigh, and shrugged his shoulders. “Give me a shot then. Surprise me.”

[myxdante]

after hours.

@myxcerise​

Nighttime arrived, and before he knew it, he’s already headed for the rooftop as per his usual agenda. One hand held a bag of canned drinks, finest made coffee from the neighbouring kingdom that was recently shipped to him, and he couldn’t wait to have the first taste of it with Cerise. He brought along shrimp snacks he bought from one of the cooking club majors, which he thought would pair well with the drink. He’ll see about that, and hoped she’d like it too. There’s also a box of steak cut up in tiny pieces so they can fill their bellies with something more fulfilling.

Thinking back, there were an awful lot of first times he’s reserved solely for the girl. The first time she stepped into his radar, she was at his usual spot on the very same rooftop he frequents to get some space alone. Dante didn’t know how to react or speak to her, so he just offered his presence - and stepped into her radar too.

From then on, they clicked. It started with learning names, then getting to know each other. He had an impression that she must’ve heard of him plenty, since he’s quite the talk of the faculties, but her reaction said otherwise. He had a feeling that she kept to herself, and it was new to him. It felt like they were similar in ways nobody else were. Opening up seemed easy, and promises were kept. Secrets were among things they promised not to tell anyone. Not that Dante’s the type anyway, he’s the last thing from being a chatterbox. But he liked that she could lean on him in times where she felt needed to.

What even is this feeling?

“Ah, you’re here.” She was already at their usual spot. There was something about the youthful beauty of hers that he couldn’t quite pinpoint where he’d seen. Perhaps, he hadn’t. She was something new. In fact, she was probably the first girl he really talked to and connected with. There was a faint flush on his cheeks when he approaches her and sits on the bench they share on the daily, putting his bag of food on his lap.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting, I went to shower first. Have you had dinner? I bought uh, some snacks. I haven’t tasted these yet actually, since I thought I should try it together with you.” 

[myxdante]

building bridges.

@myxzion​

Swish and flick. Un, deux, trois. One feet forward, arm stretched out. Like a routine, he repeats the words in his head, even when he’s far from being in the presence of a rapier and his sparring mates. It was only a day or two since he last held it in his hand, breathless and pumping with adrenaline in the middle of the grassy field. He remembers Zion’s warm smile, who encouraged him to make the move. And on a cue, their silver rapiers meet each other’s.

It was a slow day at uni. He doesn’t remember how the day started, but he remembered having to rush to Crisis Management class since he woke up later than usual. Ah, not a good look. He had to apologise thrice to the professor who excused him anyway since he’d never been late. But it felt like that wasn’t the end of the mess the day had in store for the poor young prince, starting with how every step he makes felt wrong. Just wrong. He’d bump onto someone, drop his books, trip on his own feet. It was weird. Something was obviously bothering him.

It was later during recess when he spots Zion again, sitting on one corner of the cafeteria eating his food alone. He doesn’t remember if the dude’s the type to be alone like him or usually has a lot of friends. He’s exceptionally good at everything, much like he is, and that, he’s aware. And it clicked that that’s all he knew about the other male. How come? They could have been spending more time together. As sparring partners, they both know so much about each other’s signature moves and strategies while fencing. They’d lifted up each other so much to the point that Dante felt like it’s incomplete to go on a week without a duel with the latter. Perhaps... he should make a move to change that about them for once.

“Hey,” he greeted, reaching out to tap his shoulder. He took a seat beside him and put his tray of food down, mustering a small smile at the other. “Can I sit down here and eat with you?”

[myxdante]

i found out this morning my muse’s name has been mentioned somewhere so i need to say it for those ppl who obviously have so much time getting me involved.

see. as an east + southeast asian with not a sliver of asian irl name because i’m born a muslim and we adopt arabic names instead, i honestly didn’t think it’d be an issue to have my muse adopt this name at all given his fable and origins. grimhilde is literally his mom’s first name. and he wasn’t even born from her, and rather out of her magic. now think. born out of cauldron, from a fictional world. named by a witch, who not only didn’t have a last name, but also a spouse. think.

if you want to talk about culture and heritage and the prevalent racebending and whitewashing everywhere as we speak, go ahead, i’m all ears. i’m literally a part of THREE of the cultures you speak of. my eyes are open to the actual matters that we asians go through DAILY. but don’t you act like you know everything there is about people of all cultures, whose backgrounds vary, whose origins are not always the same as the specific group they’re from, when you don’t, and most especially bringing that into a fictional, fantasy world that has zero correlation to your fake activism and virtue signalling. if anything my muses with korean fcs on twitter who live in an everyday seoul are in tune with their culture and heritage, except for this one due to his origins, which, by the way if you hadn’t caught yet and i say again, is from a fictional fable and based on an au of my fav villain that i chose to rp. do NOT try to make me and fellow muns here as ignorant or trying to brush off what you claimed because all in all we get what you’re trying to say, though it’s all but a fucking reach.

the world isn’t as black and white as you think. before you drag my muse through the mud while not knowing a single thing about him, i beg, go outside. talk to real people instead of barking about the same shit for days. it’s pathetic. you are not the spokesperson for us asian people to be labelling us problematic over character naming in a fucking roleplay. get a grip baby.