ᴅɪᴠɪɴɪᴛʏ.

[ofclympians]

                       𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙇 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢

                                 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓬𝔂 . . .

                  ♔ home.        ♔ ask.         ♔ rules.         ♔ muses.

[ofclympians]

⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖞 & 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖙.

open to anyone that could have gotten her pregnant!

“i’m so sorry for popping in on you like this. anyway meet logan. he’s yours. i know this is last minute but can you watch him until about eight or eight-thirty?” the words were rushed out the moment the door was opened. bennett hadn’t seen them in at least two years, hadn’t really wanted to the way they had broken it off. and when she was pregnant, her best friend had told her to tell them and she said she would then said she did and they didn’t want anything to do with the child just because she was too afraid to tell them. didn’t want them feeling like she was trying to keep them together. not when her work always came before them. there was no saving that. “please.” she added as an afterthought.

          HE  SHOULD'VE  KNOWN  NOT  TO  ANSWER  THE  DOOR  —  never,  in  the  history  of  ever,  has  it  been  a  good  idea  to  open  the  door  to  a  random  knock.  he's  always  hoping  that  it'll  be  a  misinformed  pizza  delivery  and  that  he  can  reap  the  benefits  of  someone  else's  typo.  weirdly  enough,  it  never  is.  "  wha  -  i?  mine?  what  do  you  mean  he's  mine?  "  nicky  stammers  at  the  familiar  face  belonging  to  someone  who  isn't  so  familiar  to  him  anymore.  it'd  been  years  since  they  last  saw  each  other,  and  she  shows  up  to  his  door  with  this  cute,  curly-haired  bomb  that  would've  better  been  explained  in  a  drunk  text?  "  can  we  -  can  we  back  up  for  a  second?  he  -  it's  not...  this  baby  isn't  mine.  we  haven't  seen  each  other  in  forever.  why  would  he  be  mine?  are  you  trying  to  trap  me  into  babysitting?  is  this  babysitting  entrapment?  "

[ofclympians]

⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊 & 𝖟𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖆.

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀   𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃   on   the   table   with   an   err   of   caution,   dark   eyes   flickering   between   the   artwork   &   the   woman   across   from   her.   how   did   she   know   which   card   it   would   be   before   bothering   to   flip   it   over   ?   nobi   isn’t   too   familiar   with   the   psychic’s   work,   but   minnie   seems   far   too   confident   in   her   interpretation   for   it   to   be   a   fluke.   ❝  sure,   i’ve   got   some   dead   weight   i   could   stand   to   lose,   but   that’s   easier   said   than   done.  ❞   her   most   recent   ex   is   the   first   to   come   to   mind   &   no   doubt   the   person   minnie   is   referencing.   they’re   separated,   but   still   sharing   an   apartment   until   her   ex   can   find   other   living   arrangements.   the   problem   is   that   she   doesn’t   seem   to   be   looking.  ❝  i   can’t   just   kick   someone   out   on   their   ass.   i’d   never   be   able   to   sleep   at   night.  ❞

          THERE'S  ALWAYS  A  PAUSE  —  that  subtle  hesitation  that  makes  minnie's  breath  catch  in  her  throat.  she's  aligned  herself  dangerously  by  choosing  a  profession  that  could  so  easily  be  debunked  by  the  right  person  paying  attention.  she's  been  alive  long  enough  to  know  people  either  covet  or  despise  the  abilities  she  was  born  with  —  both  have  proven  to  be  equally  hazardous.  minnie  furrows  her  brow  at  the  woman  stationed  across  from  her,  flitting  through  the  images  in  her  mind  in  the  hopes  of  getting  her  point  across  as  stealthily  and  unassuming  as  possible.  how  do  you  tell  another  person  that  someone  they've  dedicated  time  and  energy  and  love  to  is  holding  you  back?  "  let's  move  on  to  the  next  card...  five  of  swords.  "  a  brief  expression  of  pain  crosses  minnie's  features  as  her  vision  reveals  more.  "  this  card  means  that  you're  overexerting  yourself  for  the  benefit  of  others.  you  need  to  focus  more  on  yourself  and  what  makes  you  happy.  "  take  the  hint.  take  the  hint.  take  the  hint.  "  it's  okay  to  be  selfish  sometimes,  you  know.  "

[ofclympians]

⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖞 & 𝖒𝖆𝖝𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑.

He couldn’t help but watch as the other gathered their clothes, his gaze focused on their body. What a shame he didn’t remember the night before. Perhaps if he was lucky, there could be a repeat of it that he did remember. “Funnily enough, I don’t normally ask people to stay,” he commented, fumbling for his own clothes, which he found under the bed somehow. Tugging on his t-shirt and a pair of boxers, his eyebrows shot up at the words spoken next. “Lucky for you, I’m an excellent cook,” he grinned, winking at her. “Then maybe we can try to remember what happened last night.”

          FIGGY'S  ALWAYS  HAD  A  NATURAL  ALLURE  TO  THEM  —  something  raw  and  innate  that  they've  had  no  conscious  part  in.  for  that  reason,  they've  never  had  any  difficulties  fitting  in  or  finding  friends.  quite  the  opposite,  actually.  it's  much  more  difficult  than  they'd  like  to  fade  into  the  background.  "  guess  i'm  just  special,  "  their  voice  is  light  and  airy  as  they  sweep  up  their  clothes  from  the  floor,  forgoing  the  bra  and  sticking  to  just  their  tight-fitting  t-shirt,  shorts  and  underwear.  they  take  a  moment  to  watch  as  the  unnammed  man  dresses  himself,  admiring  his  physique  —  they  definitely  could  have  done  worse.  "  magic,  memory-restoring  breakfast.  i'm  down.  "  with  a  dreamy  smirk  painted  across  their  lips,  figgy  brings  themselves  to  the  doorway,  waiting  on  him  to  lead.  "  you  can  call  me  figgy,  by  the  way.  "

[ofclympians]

⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖞 & 𝖗𝖊𝖉.

although bars never seemed to be her scene, the femme enjoyed just watching the other patrons frequenting to escape the drone of their daily lives, for a first date, or to pick up a random stranger for the night. smiling as the bartender acknowledged her, his charming aura caused a soft flush to her cheeks as he seemingly began flirting with her. “oh, thanks!” she wasn’t used to the attention, normally ordering something before headed off to a more quiet area to observe other, now becoming a participant in her game. “now do you normally hand off drinks to any girl that comes up to the bar or am i a special occasion?” red knew she backed the other into a corner, either he would have to admit he does this to everyone and she wasn’t a special case or he would come up with some witty comeback on how this was the first time he ever did this which would most likely be a lie.

          NICKY'S  EYES  FOLLOW  THE  SOFT  RED  BLUSH  of  the  woman's  cheeks,  an  alluring  smile  painting  his  lips.  his  favorite  thing  about  being  a  bartender  —  aside  from  the  constant  flow  of  free  alcohol  —  is  by  and  far  the  women  he  meets.  in  any  given  night  of  the  work  week,  he's  able  to  '  make  conversation  '  with  beautiful  strangers  that  he  never  has  to  see  again.  could  there  be  any  scenario  more  perfect?  this  particular  stranger  has  him  quirking  a  brow  at  her,  enticed  by  the  question.  most  people  he  meet  just  take  it  as  a  sign  of  goodwill  —  or  for  the  blatant  flirting  it  is.  "  alright,  i'll  let  you  in  on  a  little  secret,  "  nicky  leans  in  closer  to  the  woman  across  the  bar  counter,  eyes  shining.  "  i'm  a  sucker  for  a  pretty  redhead.  "  the  statement  is  punctuated  by  a  conspiratorial  wink,  that  dastardly  smirk  never  leaving  his  lips.  "  so  —  what  brings  you  into  a  shit  hole  like  this?  "

[merrymusings]

plot where there was an apocalypse and i believed i was the only survivor.  ( scientist, bunker conspiracy person, warrior/soldier, regular person, etc.? )  ive been living on earth by myself for ten years now, ransacking old stores, growing my own food, doing whatever i want, passing time. one day, i run into you and suddenly i’m questioning everything. you thought you were the only one, too? what now?

[ofclympians]

⌈ ♔ ⌉  @blushdrunks​

          "  YOU  KNEW  WHAT  THIS  WAS  FROM  THE  BEGINNING,  "  his  venomous  tone  is  only  partially  concealed  by  a  thick  shroud  of  nonchalance.  paris  is  very  good  at  acting  casual  when  the  world  is  falling  to  pieces  around  him  —  or,  more  accurately,  when  someone  else's  world  is.  his  eyes  flicker  towards  the  grief-stricken  figure  opposite  him  and  he  tries  momentarily  to  feel  some  kind  of  remorse.  he  doesn't.  "  what  did  i  tell  you  when  we  first  met?  i'm  not  the  type  of  guy  you  want  to  get  into  a  personal  relationship  with.  now  it's  my  fault  that  you  didn't  listen?  "  paris  sneers.  it'd  been  a  decent  enough  few  months,  but  he'd  become  bored  with  them.  tired  of  doing  the  same  things  with  the  same  person.  this  is  what's  best  for  both  of  them  —  and,  most  importantly,  it's  best  for  him.  "  you  know  what  kind  of  person  i  am.  "

[ofclympians]

⌈ ♔ ⌉  @blushdrunks​

          "  ME?  A  THIEF?  "  finch  feigns  offense  at  the  suggestion,  one  hand  resting  clutching  at  his  chest  dramatically.  he's  just  been  caught  in  the  act  —  a  routine  pick-pocket,  the  type  of  mischief  he  gets  into  quite  regularly.  every  now  and  then,  he  allows  his  technique  to  become  sloppy;  whether  for  the  confrontation  or  out  of  pure  boredom,  even  he  isn't  sure.  "  pretty  wild  accusation  to  make,  especially  towards  someone  with  their  hand  in  your  pocket.  "  all  the  unsuspecting  stranger  receives  is  a  taunting  wink  before  he's  wagging  the  wad  of  cash  in  their  face.  he  pockets  it  without  a  thought,  looking  back  at  the  unfamiliar  face  and  shrugging.  "  you  can  leave  now;  i  got  what  i  was  after.  "

[ofclympians]

⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘 & 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖆.

       she is surprised by the way tails talks and she inhales sharply. the hand on her shoulder grounds her and she leans into his touch for a few moments. “we have guys that act like bouncers, but they aren’t really bouncers. like i said, the guy’s been escorted out every night, but the owner of the club and his goons still let him come back.” malena sighs and she runs her fingers through her curls once more. “why? were you thinking of taking the job?” she asked, playfully. “or did you have someone else in mind?” she added and fixed her jean shorts a little. “you should come tonight. maybe beat up a couple of guys for me.” malena knew full well that it wasn’t tails’ way, but if it would get a smile out of both of them, she’d tease. “did i tell you my parents stopped talking to me because of this job? my mum hates it. my dad just takes her side almost always. i did get a text for my birthday last month. progress,” she murmured and rolled her eyes. “there’s just…a lot of assholes in the world. even the people that were supposed to protect you and keep you safe.”

         TAILS  INHALES  DEEPLY,  trying  to  quiet  the  unfamiliar  feeling  of  a  raging  inferno  within  him.  his  interactions  with  humans  have  been  largely  positive;  even  the  most  mentally  unsound  souls  he's  worked  with  have  shown  him  kindness  and  compassion.  malena's  recounted  experience  jostles  him  in  more  ways  than  one.  it's  a  reminder  of  all  of  the  evil  humankind  faces,  a  bright,  neon-pink  sign  that  his  work  on  earth  is  far  from  over.  part  of  him  is  happy  for  that  —  especially  if  it  means  he'll  get  to  spend  more  time  with  malena.  "  well,  i  don't  know...  maybe?  my  work  schedule  is  pretty  standard,  nine-to-five  type  stuff.  i'm  free  most  nights...  "  tails  trails  off,  deep  in  thought.  money  has  never  been  an  issue  for  him;  his  profession  has  allowed  him  a  comfortable  living  in  addition  to  helping  him  serve  his  purpose.  he's  never  thought  about  getting  a  second  job,  but  if  becoming  a  bouncer  of  all  things  keeps  malena  away  from  the  people  he's  trying  to  change,  he'll  do  it.  "  oh,  you  know  me.  just  one  look  in  their  direction  and  they'll  run  away  screaming,  "  he  can  barely  manage  to  finish  the  sentence  without  dissolving  into  a  fit  of  giggles.  he  could  most  definitely  take  any  standard  human  down  with  brute  strength,  but  tails  finds  it  cruel  and  unnecessary  to  do  so;  he  has  trouble  justifying  stomping  on  spiders  in  his  apartment,  there's  no  way  he'd  be  able  to  harm  a  human.  "  oh,  mal...  i  didn't  know.  that's  shitty.  one  mystery  of  the  world  i  don't  think  i'll  ever  solve  is  why  some  of  the  best  people  are  surrounded  by  some  of  the  worst.  "  tails  offers  his  friend  a  sad  smile,  taking  her  hand  in  his  gently.  "  you  know  what?  maybe  i  will  come  out  tonight.  y'know,  just  to  show  you  that  not  everyone  sucks  at  keeping  you  safe.  "

[ofclympians]

⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖔 & 𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖑𝖑.

       “that would be the dream, wouldn’t it?” she laughed. “especially winning the lottery. i could certainly use a few million dollars.” she looked around her booth and hummed, pointing things out. “i’ve got apples, peaches, figs, blackberries and cranberries. i’ve got some peppers and tomatoes. there’s potatoes and cucumbers. i literally have a little bit of everything. apart from the strawberries, i’m in love with the honeycrisp apples. they’re a little pricier, but it’s worth it when you get about five or so.” her smile widened. “i’ll give you a deal, though. since you’re here all of the time, you can have a few on me.” she gave him a little wink before she started bagging them up. she grabbed another strawberry and smiled when someone took a little basket of them and handed over money. “oh! and i have some pies i baked yesterday. one or two of them are still a little warm because i was up early and finished them.” she felt like she was on cloud nine when she talked about baking or just making food in general. especially when camilo came around. she just wouldn’t say that out loud.

          "  YOU  AND  ME  BOTH,  "  camilo  chuckles,  tearing  his  gaze  from  the  woman  in  front  of  him  and  instead  focusing  on  the  vibrant  fruits  and  vegetables  laid  out  before  him.  he's  noticing  for  the  first  time  that  she  also  sells  flowers  —  would  it  be  weird  if  he  bought  some  and  gave  them  to  her?  there  are  certainly  other  areas  of  the  farmers  market  that  would  have  flowers,  but  none  of  them  would  be  good  enough.  fitting  that  only  her  own  flowers  would  be  the  only  ones  worthy  of  being  held  in  kendall's  hands.  he  thinks  he's  actually  going  to  do  it  but  then  suddenly  loses  his  nerve.  don't  be  a  creep,  camilo.  she's  just  doing  her  job.  why  would  she  want  her  own  flowers,  anyway?  she's  got  unlimited  access  to  them.  moron.  "  that  —  that's  really  kind  of  you,  thanks,  "  he  flashes  a  grin  at  her,  almost  rethinking  his  earlier  internal  scolding.  "  i  think  i'm  up  for  a  little  splurging  today.  how  about  a  basket  of  strawberries,  five  of  the  honey  crisps,  three  potatoes,  a  cucumber,  a  basket  of  blackberries  —  i  remember  those  being  delicious  —  and...  a  bouquet.  that  one,  with  the  sunflowers.  "  camilo  points  to  the  bundle  of  flowers  he's  had  his  eye  on,  beads  of  sweat  beginning  drip  from  his  forehead,  saturating  his  eyebrows  in  a  salty  deluge.  why  had  he  done  that?  he  can't  give  her  those  flowers.  what  is  he  going  to  do  with  them?  worst  of  all,  what  if  she  thinks  he's  buying  them  for  someone  else?  "  and  one  of  those  pies,  of  course.  can't  say  no  to  a  good  pie!  "

[ofclympians]

⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖞 & 𝖒𝖆𝖝𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑.

He jumped slightly at the sound of the voice. Curious, he turned to glance at the person lying in bed beside him, arching a brow at them. “What a shame, it seems like we had a lot of fun,” he mused, glancing around the room and their clothing that scattered the floor. “Feel like sticking around for a bit?”

          A  WHISPER  OF  A  SMILE  spreads  across  figgy's  lips  as   they  survey  the  room,  finding  their  t-shirt  draped  haphazardly  across  the  radiator  and  their  underwear  in  a  crumpled  pile  in  the  opposite  corner.  pieces  of  their  night  together  are  plastered  all  around,  but  figgy's  memory  remained  one  big  fuzzy  blank.  "  sure.  wouldn't  be  the  first  time  a  one  night  stand  —  or  whatever  happened  here  —  asked  me  to  stay.  "  they  tease,  poking  their  tongue  out  at  the,  admittedly,  handsome  face  staring  back  at  them.  "  i  don't  know  about  you,  but  i'm  feeling  like  breakfast.  eggs,  bacon,  potatoes...  i  could  cum  again  just  thinking  about  it.  "  figgy  winks  at  the  stranger  beside  them,  always  flirting.  

[ofclympians]

⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖐 & 𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖞.

       miray couldn’t stop the smile from pulling at her lips when malik speaks. she stuck her tongue out at him in a teasing manner, following his own gesture. her hands were full of bags and her eyebrows rose the moment he insists on helping her give them out. “oh, really? you must have been really popular for that,” she murmured and gave a little chuckle. they made it into the elevator and miray leaned against the wall with a quiet sigh. “like i said before…i mostly work in trauma, but i love coming up here. i had to bring one or two kids up here from trauma and i kind of made a connection with some of them and their parents.” her gaze flickered from him down to the bags. “i’ve lost a few of them, too…” she said quietly and bit down on her lower lip as her eyes stung. “it never gets any easier.” miray shook her head and her voice cracked a little. when the elevator stopped, she took a deep breath to compose herself and walked out into the hallway. there were a few shouts of happiness and miray beamed when a couple of the kids came running to her. “hey!” she called out and wrapped her arms around them as much as she could, carrying the bags.

          MALIK  KNOWS  WHAT  HE  HAS  TO  DO;  he  understands  why  he's  here  now  —  and  it's,  unfortunately,  not  to  hang  out  with  a  super  cute  girl.  what  he  thought  would  be  a  fun,  non-work  related  outing  is  actually  a  mission.  he  can  save  these  kids,  he  knows  he  can.  all  he  has  to  do  is  make  contact  with  as  many  of  them  as  he  can.  still,  he  can't  help  but  get  lost  in  her  smile,  admiring  every  single  laugh-line  on  her  face  despite  the  horribly  traumatic  profession  she's  in.  malik  is  in  this  line  of  work  for  one  reason  only  —  he  has  life-saving  abilities.  if  he  wasn't  able  to  heal  in  the  way  he  is,  he  might  have  chosen  something  a  little  more  dull.  maybe  he  would  have  taken  up  golfing.  "  it  was  all  apart  of  my  evil  third-grade  plan.  step  one:  goodies,  step  two:  now  everyone's  forced  to  be  friends  with  me.  "  he  teases,  staying  in  step  with  his  fellow  doctor  as  they  enter  the  elevator.  it's  just  like  the  one  at  his  hospital.  steel  gray,  big  enough  to  fit  multiple  gurneys,  polished  clean  by  the  dilligent  night  staff,  and  completely  lifeless.  the  contradiction  isn't  lost  on  him.  "  that  must  be  terrible,  "  malik  can  definitely  empathize,  but  quickly  reminds  himself  that  he  isn't  a  doctor  right  now.  for  once,  he's  just  some  guy  (  some  guy  on  a  secret  mission  to  save  some  sick  kids,  but  still  ).  "  at  least  they  get  to  spend  that  time  with  someone  who  really  cares  about  them.  "  he  offers  miray  an  intense  look  full  of  understanding  and  reassurance,  hoping  the  message  comes  across  clear.             before  long,  the  pair  have  arrived  onto  the  pediatric  floor.  the  comforting  sounds  of  children's  laughter  and  small  feet  padding  against  the  lineolum  excitedly  waft  in  through  the  opening  elevator  doors,  placing  an  instant  smile  on  malik's  lips.  this  is  the  part  of  his  job  he's  always  loved  —  the  joy.  he  watches  in  amusement  as  a  swarm  of  kids  came  barreling  into  miray,  at  least  three  sets  of  tiny  hands  grabbing  for  her.  she's  well-liked  around  here,  that  much  has  been  made  clear  to  malik  within  the  short  time  he's  accompanied  her.  he's  always  thought  children's  opinions  are  the  most  honest  and  important,  and  he  can  feel  his  heart  swell  with  admiration  at  the  sight.  she's  great  at  her  job  —  he  can't  think  of  a  much  higher  compliment  than  that.  "  hey  there!  i'm  malik  —  and  i've  also  got  some  goodie  bags.  "  he  announces  once  the  horde  has  pulled  away  from  miray  and  set  their  inquisitive  eyes  on  him.  to  punctuate  his  sentence,  he  stealthily  grabs  one  of  the  bags  from  miray's  grip,  holding  it  out  for  one  of  them  to  take.  he  makes  sure  that  their  hands  brush  in  the  exchange,  focusing  so  hard  he  nearly  feels  like  passing  out  afterwards.  it's  minimal  contact,  but  it'll  work.  the  sleepy  looking,  wide-eyed  boy  before  him  should  start  feeling  the  positive  effects  within  just  hours.  "  what's  your  name,  little  dude?  "

[ofclympians]

while i’m working on drafts, like this for a starter based off of your wishlist :-)

[weirdnovelties]

SOOOOOOO gimme a plot based off Jackie and Hyde from That 70′s Show. In the same friend group but the bubbly, perky, popular goody-two-shoes girl has a major crush on grumpy, surly, criminal social outcast stoner guy who can’t stand her. She’s totally persistent, isn’t used to not getting what she wants so she lowkey doesn’t even fathom the idea that he won’t eventually fall for her. And he is constantly telling her that he definitely won’t, but then one day at a party some other guy she’s with talks about banging her and calls her something awful behind her back and grumpy stoner boy just knocks him on his ass bc how dare he talk about her like that PLEASE AND THANK YOU

[ofclympians]

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 (𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸) !!

finch has the unique ability to switch between the mortal and divine worlds, making him a dangerous adversary and a powerful ally. much like his father, he has a tendency towards DECEPTION and can be quite cunning. he's partial towards TRICKERY, his mischevious nature frequently getting him into trouble - while his charming attitude usually gets him out. finch finds a good deal of his fun in conning those around him; he'll TAKE anything. clothes, money, food - even things that mean nothing to him - it's all apart of the game. throughout the entirety of his life, his father and siblings are the only people he's allowed to KNOW him completely. others see a false sense of self he projects onto them for his benefit. internally, finch isn't quite sure who he is himself, but that won't stop him from consistently highlighting his WORST characteristics.

                                                         more info HERE.

asa spent his entire adolencence CHASING his father's approval. when his grandma informed him of his true identity, he knew where he really belonged was up on olympus with hermes himself. he'd always been an OUTCAST; the weird kid with behavioral issues that everyone else would avoid. he was constantly getting into TROUBLE, prone to MISCHIEF and entertained by what he'd consider harmless pranks. now, he had something to blame it on - he was his FATHER'S CHILD. years of waiting and yearning brought him no closer to his rightful place in olympus, and asa slowly became RESENTFUL. of his abilities, his lineage, his habits and behaviors that always brought him more MISFORTUNE than happiness. he grew bitter and RECLUSIVE into his adult years, turning his back on the only family he'd ever known and giving in to his DELINQUENT tendencies. after years of honing his skills, he's made a name for himself as an accomplished THIEF, pulling off numerous heists and leaving authorities across the nation stumped. though cunning and creative, asa is IMMATURE and reckless. thankfully, his squad of common criminals has no problem cleaning up after him, even going so far as taking the BLAME for asa, absolving him of any consequences.

                                                         more info HERE.

[ofclympians]

⌈ ♔ ⌉  𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗

          "  THREE  OF  WANDS,  "  the  words  fall  from  minnie's  mouth  moments  before  she  flips  the  card  over,  images  branded  into  her  brain  the  second  her  fingertips  touched  the  flimsy  material.  she  wishes  she  could  be  honest,  that  she  was  able  to  straight-forwardly  tell  a  client  '  your  husband's  cheating  on  you  '  or  '  that  breast  exam  you've  been  putting  off?  you  should  really  get  that  done.  '  instead,  minnie  has  to  digest  the  pictures  she's  seeing  in  her  head  and  regurgitate  them  in  a  way  that  isn't  telling  too  much  or  too  little.  no  one  can  know  to  what  extent  she  understands  each  person  that  walks  through  the  door,  but  she  has  to  make  what  she  can  do  count  at  the  same  time.  "  what's  holding  you  back?  there's  something  that's  stopping  you  from  getting  what  you  want.  maybe  it's  something  internal?  or,  maybe...  someone  else?  "  she  stares  at  the  person  sitting  in  front  of  her,  silently  praying  that  they'll  take  the  bait.  come  on,  you  know  who  the  problem  is.  you  already  know.  just  say  it.

[crownedmidas]

Give me a dark couple. Two ex-killers who have gone domestic and can’t seem to adjust properly, despite it being what they both agreed on.