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𝙄 𝙘𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠. 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚. 𝘼𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮'𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝. 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨.

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👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public?

Yes. Perhaps too many times. 

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🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

Usually a sub, but Minthe is capable of switching if need be. He’s very flexiable (metaphrocally and otherwise). Minthe enjoys sex as a whole, so if someone wants him to top he doesn’t mind all too much. 

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Hayley Marshall.

   THROUGH THE EXCITEMENT SHE REMEMBERED HIM. “minty!” she exclaimed with a gleeful giggle. there were things she expected, sure, but never truly gave thought to. “YOU’VE NEVER BEEN HERE?”

     “HAYLEY!” he greeted with his smile clear and bright. frankly, minthe was a bit tipsy and he was glad to see someone he considered his friend. soon enough he was giving her a tight hug. “it’s been a while.” his head shook at her question. “NOPE, but i know people who have.”

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Morgana Ivy Turner.

Morgana accidentally let a smirk escape her lips at the idea. “I appreciate the attempt at throwing me a win, but something tells me I’m more likely to find guys running around in their underwear than flying babies in diapers.” She continued to eat the grapes, feeling a building slight frustration with the lack of satisfaction. “Now, that, I can agree with. I never dreamed I would be here…” She took another glance around. Obviously, she was curious about how she managed to get here, but she also wondered HOW she could stand here. Her eyes shifted toward the cloudy ground with a cocked brow. “Honestly, I kind of expected I’d burn a hole through whatever spot I was standing in eventually.” The question simple but loaded. Morgana spent most of her time trying to control herself, so having a good time wasn’t exactly her forte. “Yeah… of course. I always enjoy getting my jiggy on… after waking up somewhere unfamiliar…” Reaching for an entire plate, she finally took a good look at the guy. “…Do you know how you got here?”

That, he had to give to her. A swift nod of his head was given. “Yeah, I think people are using this occasion to have fun or uh, pretty much do what they want.” Not that Minthe was one to object to self freedom but it was all quite telling. He gave a nod of his head. “I’ve always known of Mount Olympus,” Contrary to many. “But coming here... it’s something that was never in the realm of possibility.” And now, yet, here he was. He gave out a short laugh at her. “If Mount Olympus could hold the most selfish of Gods I doubt you or anyone else would be much of a problem.” Even Hades wouldn’t drop through Olympus, even if it wasn’t his home. Once more, he laughed. “Jiggy on? I don’t believe I’ve heard that expression before--- it’s amusing.” He grimaced. “I’m afraid not. I fell asleep in San Francisco and awoke here without pre-emptive. I think many of the same happened to everyone.”

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Faith Leery.

        “ what? no. no way. we’re not. this isn’t—- ” a nervous laugh. a pause. and then she leans in slightly, her voice quieter this time. “ w-we are? you’re not— oh. ” the moment he mentions CLOUDS, she looks at the ground beneath her feet, somewhat perplexed. “ i don’t want to be on a cloud, ” she mumbles, small in her tone.

              this poor girl, she seemed so lost, and minthe couldn’t blame her. “we are.” he replied again, a soft tone to accommodate her. she looked down and then she looked sick. instantly minthe reached out to put a hand upon her shoulder. “this place-- it was built for the gods. at the very least we’ll be safe here.”

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Maya Marceli.

        “  i’m  pretty  sure  it’s  self  serve.  ”   she’s  wearing  a  crown of  flowers,  acquired  somewhere  between  her  third  and  fourth  glass  of  wine.  she’s  —  apparently  —  on  mount  olympus,  after  all.   home  of  the  gods.    do  as  the  gods  do,  and  all  that.   either  she’s  tripping  pretty  hard,  or  the  world  is  fucking  crazy.  whatever  the  cause,  she’s  fine  having  a  good  time.  it  beats  worrying  about  how  they  got  there,  or  how  they’ll  get  home,  or  anything  in  between.   “  i  heard  the  fountain  water  has  hallucinogenic  properties.  wanna  go  find  out  ?  ”

             “ that seems on brand.” he surmised with a swift nod of his head. the want to give in was pressing further, the flower crown on her head was nostalgic for his own days wearing such things and being surrounded by the sweet smell of flowers--- HE MISSED IT. “do they have more of those?” he inquired, gesturing to her head. “i--” come on minthe, why not? “sure.” he declared finally, a firm nod of her head. “why not?”

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Victoria Villalobos. 

yes, yes. the man looked… like he’d had enough. but there she was, refilling his glass as if it was FREE because.. it was. victoria was no stranger to excess, whatever the price was. the whole stitch felt almost normal. surely, they were at the MOUNT OLYMPUS and she wouldn’t have picked any other place. the marbel, gold, the luxuries. “looked like you were thirsty– there’s more where that came from.” 

“i guess thank you?” minthe was hesitant to dirnk too much, as much as he did love drinking, he wanted to focus on the task at hand. which was, trying to remain sober while he waited for persephone or hades to appear. perhaps it was childish, to hold onto such hope. but he had to, he loved them. so he offered a smile to the blonde, wanting to remain polite (and also feeling the WANT for a drink desperately) “thank you.” he said again firmly. “the wine here is splendid.”

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Penelope Park. 

    “ maybe chairs. ” she’s not cynical. “ i’m guessing you’re not a native. ” which means that the surplus of people touring the clouds all came from the same place. ( their place. ) “ are you sitting out the festivities? don’t want to try your luck becoming a god? ”

          “not a native, no. i don’t think many people are.” unless you were a god, that is. or perhaps one of the muses. he quirked a brow. “you’d want to become a god?” the thought sounded feable to him, not to mention grueling.

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Morgana Ivy Turner. 

“I expected flying chubby babies.” Morgana hung over the food and responded to the voice. She never really had a big appetite, but she swore the more she ate here the hungrier she got… or the more she wanted. Honestly, she was having a hard time telling the difference. Looking up toward the unfamiliar figure, she tilted her head slightly. “I know I shouldn’t but I still kind of assumed there would be at least one flying around.” Morgana took a handful of grapes and fully turned toward him. “But, yes, my guess is that this…” She gestured around herself. “… would be Mount Olympus. I’d ask the welcome wagon but it seems they’re too busy having a ball.”

He gave a light amused look at such a proclamation. “I don’t think thats too far off.” He noted, eyes darting over their background and what surrounded them. Minthe was... struggling. He wanted to have fun, he wanted drink some more, he wanted to have a good time but... but he hesitated. Neither Persephone or Hades was around. It was worrying. He gave a light chuckle at her. She took a handful of grapes and it made Minthe yearn for some of his own. “I never dreamed I’d be able to see Mount Olympus.” It was the place that kicked out Hades, and Persephone to a degree. “Yeah, everyone seems to be having a blast.” He agreed. “What about you though? Are you having a good time?” 

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Faith Leery. 

          “ excuse me. ” she gives the man a light tap on his shoulder, a nervous smile on her face. “ i couldn’t help but overhear. mount olympus you were saying? ” oh, wow. oh, WOW. she’s steadily freaking out. “ is that   —   that is some new san francisco tourist attraction? it is, right? ”

         “i’m... afraid not.” a pang of sympathy went out to the women that stood before him, minthe could see the nerves wrecking off her shoulders. it was concerning. “we are in... mount olympus. like the home of the GODS.” he exclaimed sheepishly. “i’m pretty sure we’re on a cloud? somehow.”

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Hermes. 

“And this, ladies and gentlemen…. is where the real magic happens.” The mysterious tone of his voice was sprinkled with an equal amount of excitement that he couldn’t simply contain as he walked the group of newbies around the most important places of Olympus. He was 100% prepared for it all, given how he thought of making the place a sightseeing paradise for tourists (AKA mortals), back in the 70′s but was immediately shut down by his peers. Either way, as he stepped into the room, surrounded by golden columns with equally as golden grape vines arond them, the sunlight making everything seem so regal, divine, so much like home, Hermes did nothing to hide the grin on his features as he twirled around on his heels to speak to the crowd. “Y’all better get your togas on, ‘cause it’s a party!” He walked backwards then, pointing out the tables filled with food and drinks that would never run out. “Eat and drink to your hearts’ content and… welcome home.”

“The real magic?” He quirked an amused brow. Minthe followed the God (though he hadn’t an idea yet of what they were the God of, perhaps the God of wine Dionysus?). Minthe never expected to see Olympus on these terms, frankly he never expected to see it at all. It was Olympus. Mount Olympus, home of the Gods. He didn’t know how he felt about that. It wasn’t like it was Hades or Persephone’s home. It was the home of their family however, that must have meant something. It was beyond beautiful though, Minthe would give it that. Beautiful and tempting. It was utterly divine. The God twirled on his heels and Minthe’s attention fell upon him again. “Togas.” Minthe repeated bluntly already rejecting the idea (he never liked togas) “I do like to party though.” He spoke, though his voice was almost mumbled. 

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               she wasn’t a familiar face per say but minthe had seen the girl around once or twice. enough so that when she approached, drink in hand, he waved. “Oh hey, um-- are they serving more wine yet?” He asked of her. | @swtsvrndr

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          minthe was a bit pooped. the party was great and all but he was missing people, and he was starting to feel a bit TIRED. the empty drink sat in his lap, but before something could be said someone was pouring for him. “ah, thank you.” he spoke. | @addictingvictories

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              “so THIS is mount olympus?” minthe balked at the sight surrounding him. the golden thrones, the almost cloudlike floor, all the food and wine, and everyone seemingly having so much fun--- “i don’t know what i expected.”

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Persephone. 

  It felt easy to avoid or at least let things stay as they were, regardless of everything that had been FINALLY said. That wasn’t to say there wasn’t a certain need to see the Naiad or to play the game of guess who’s face i’m wearing today. Truthfully she just wanted to see him, which she certainly hoped she couldn’t be blamed for. “And yet that rather large…horn still isn’t as big as mine.” A small smirk parading itself over her features, mainly because out of context that definitely sounded insane. “Or should I be jealous that you’re now looking in books to get some?” 

A deep sigh of annoyance from the tone and bravado spoken. Minthe was about to say goodbye to the stranger when their eyes connection, and oh. “Persephone.” He greeted. “I was looking at demons, actually.” He spoke awkwardly. “I.... it’s been a while.” Not too long, but still a confusing amount of time. 

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Zain. 

          he  recognizes  this  face.  the  last  time  they  met,  he  abandoned  him  in  a  cheap  motel  room.  the  reaper  doesn’t  feel  bad  about  his  actions,  but  he  knows  it’s  customary  for  humans  to  apologize  for  awkwardness.  he  slides  a  beer  over  to  the  man,  takes  the  seat  beside  him.   “  for  running  out  on  you.  “   he  provides  by  way  of  explanation.   though  it’s  not  vernacular  he  would  usually  use,  it  seems  appropriate  for  the  situation  so  he  indulges.   “  my bad. “   ( @ofhollowcdheart )

              eyes blinked at the set appearance of the familiar (and it took him a moment, to remember WHY he looked so familiar) lips parted unsure of what there was to say before the other took over speaking. well, not speaking but rather actions. “oh,” minthe understood. “thank you.” not that he minded the running out, but he’d always accept a free drink. he waved off the ‘my bad’. “it was no trouble, really.” an offered smile. “i had fun.”

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Katherine Pierce.

“And just what have you been getting up to while I’ve been lurking in the shadows? Anything interesting?”

“Nothing too interesting,” Minthe exclaimed. He didn’t know where he stood with Persephone and Hades, but as much as that changed it was also the same as always. “More of the same old, actually. What about you?”