#byulyixmp

[exmpadaline]

✮ flirty fights

@byulyixmp continued from here: 

Byulyi grunted as her back hit the ground, resisting the urge to use the dirt under her to her advantage. No powers, she had promised. It would have been an unfair advantage, after all, since Adaline’s powers were more mental than physical. Not that she seemed to need any powers. Byulyi would blame it on her wrist still not being 100%.

She looked up at the woman hovering over her, making no effort to get out from under her as a cheeky smile spread across her face. “Usually when a girl straddles me, she at least has the decency to buy me dinner first,” she commented, pausing a beat before a laugh bubbled up in her throat. After all, beautiful as Adaline was, she didn’t want to make things weird. Not before they were done training, anyway.

“Best two out of three?” She suggested, suddenly rolling them over so she was on top of the other demigoddess. “Loser can buy the drinks tonight.”

To be fair; it surprises her a little when she manages to get Byulyi pinned down on her back. Mainly because the only sort of wrestling she’s ever engaged in was the type that usually happened in a bedroom after dark. But perhaps those nightly sessions have had more effect than she thought and this is a nice added bonus. Regardless, as she looks down at Byulyi with those kinds of thoughts in her head, it’s only normal that she’s a little flushed when Byulyi seems to have heard her thoughts.

She doesn’t let it stop her, however, thinking she’s probably a little red already anyway from the effort extended to get Byulyi in this position, and so she merely grins right back down at the older woman, raising her eyebrows lightly. “I figured we’d both enjoy the hands-on approach a lot more,” she counters, before she’s laughing as well. She loosens her grip a little and then all of a sudden they’re rolling over until she ends up on her back, looking up at Byulyi like that, and she thinks well that’s hot.

“If this is the sight I’ll get every time you win I might just buy you drinks for the rest of the week,” she retorts to the offer, and she’s grinning with amusement, but her eyes don’t really stray from the gorgeous face above her. “How about I buy you those drinks regardless if you just stay like this for a little while?”

[mpxnathaniel]

Flirt | Nathaniel & Byulyi

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He had a good time flirting with Byulyi, sometimes so obviously that even he was surprised at himself. It wasn’t because he was all that into her, she was an attractive girl of course, but Nathaniel wasn’t the type to fall for anyone all that deeply. It was more for amusement than anything; he knew that Byulyi would never accept, that she would continue to reject him over and over, something which made him wonder - just how far could he take things?

“Well, I don’t see anyone else around here that you could’ve been talking to,” he teased, making a point of looking around the back alley. Dressed impeccably in a designer coat and leather shoes, Byulyi wasn’t all too wrong about his appearance; though she might have been misguided about his ability to throw a decent punch. “Are you caring for my wellbeing, Byulyi? I am touched,” Nathaniel continued, holding a hand over his heart, “I was looking for you. I’m taking you out for dinner.”

[exmpsveinn]

🪑🔁

tension symbols ,, no longer accepting

,, my muse is ‘forced’ to sit on your muse’s lap (due to a lack of chairs, faulty seatbelt, etc.) - reversed

what he didn’t expect when he settled down on the back seat of the taxi he was sharing with the young woman to lower the cost, was that her seatbelt as well as the middle one would end up not working, and that she decided there was no better solution than to scoot over and sit down in his lap, so that his seatbelt could protect the both of them.

it takes him a whole moment just to process what just happened when he suddenly has a face full of her long hair, and then he slowly leans to the side so he can look up at her side profile. “do you always just make yourself at home in strangers’ laps?” he asks her, voice thick with amusement, which makes it clear he doesn’t exactly mind her close presence for now, though he thinks if she makes one inappropriate move he’s throwing her off - car safety be damned.

he shifts ever so slightly to get more comfortable, then pulls out the seatbelt and hands it to her, so she can pull it over herself. he takes it from her on the other side and casually pops it in until the reassuring click sounds up. “all good,” he tells the driver, who is looking at them through the rearview mirror with a mixture of embarrassment and shock - having faulty seatbelts doesn’t exactly give a taxi driver a good reputation, after all.

[exmpairmid]

earthquake ;;

outside of foiseach with @byulyixmp

when the world visibly trembles around her, she doesn’t fully register it at first. the moment she does, she temporarily turns her focus inwards, trying to see if there is any reason for her to be shaking like that. she dismisses it eventually, considers it just a weird brain spasm.

the second time it happens, though, she can’t simply ignore it anymore, because one of her potted plants nearly stutters of the shelf and she barely catches it before it hits the ground. putting it back in place first, a little more away from the edge so this won’t happen again too easily, she then turns to look around her shop. it’s not all too long later that it happens again, and this time she feels the tremors in the earth beneath her feet as well.

as far as she knows, there have never been earthquakes in the mountains of mount phoenix, so for this to suddenly happen there must be something going on. whether nearby or further away, it does warrant some sort of checking it out. perhaps whoever or whatever’s causing this can be convinced to stop or do whatever it is they’re doing elsewhere, after all. she would much prefer if her plants and pots stayed on the shelves rather than tumble down ever other tremor.

so she calmly steps outside of her cottage, locking the door behind her and setting off on the path to find the disturbance. it takes her a while of walking before she finds the right direction, but when the tremors feel worse and closer by every time they happen, she assumes she’s on the right path. eventually she becomes aware of a person’s presence as well, and from the feel of it it’s one of the children of the gods. perhaps training their ability, perhaps in danger.

she speeds up a little bit despite the sun blazing hot on her mostly bare skin. as always in summer, she’s clad in a pair of short shorts and a cropped top only, preferring to enjoy the sun’s rays as much as possible. the lack of shoes usually doesn’t bother her, but with the earth trembling underneath her feet every so often, she starts to think perhaps she should have brought some shoes.

“excuse me?” she calls out what she hopes is loud enough when she gets the demigoddess in her sights. she’s not entirely sure what the young woman is doing to cause such a ruckus, but she can only hope she’s not in any line of fire. being hit by a shit ton of mountain is not exactly what she considers a nice afternoon pastime, after all.

[geminimp]

“ life’s a bitch. ”

“ damn right it is. “

had byulyi approached him with such a statement sometime as recent as a few days ago, the son of dagda would’ve waved it off ― he was happy in life for once and without a harrowed care in the world.

how funny, that it might change in an instant.

what had led gemini here on a wednesday night, beneath the colorful lights and among the shining bottles, was not a happy one ― always one to rather hide his emotions by default, stress from the workplace had built up inside the demigod until he snapped; the unfortunate victim, and the very last person he’d ever want to have see him in such a state? heather. a few choice words had earned him the cold shoulder followed by the regretful silence of his departure, and while gemini immediately felt a sense of overwhelming guilt....if anything, he knew it wasn’t easy to go back on what he had said.

times like these he found himself letting his feet take him away instead of his mind, the location always differing ― and this moment around? byulyi’s bar, and the company that came with it. visión / ilusión wasn’t very full in the early evenings of weekday nights, much to the son of dagda’s appreciation ― and with a bottle in his hand and her friendship in his ear, he silently hoped he might find a solution. “ gods i really fucked up, didn’t i? “ a sigh falls past the frown on his expression, having finished explaining the situation to the woman before him ― byulyi was blunt and honest, and times like these were when he needed it most. “ zeus strike me down... “ the request is met with a groveling noise, taking a sip of his drink before looking up at the demigoddess. “ i want to apologize but i don’t know if he’ll listen....what would you do? i’m about to walk into the sea, i swear... “

[mpxkrystal]

fun and games//

blind date starter for @byulyixmp​

She really shouldn’t have bee surprised when the message came through from Taemin. She did sign up on her own. However, she had honestly forgotten about it by the time the last day of the festival came around and her phone blinked with the familiar notification. Krystal received her instructions and gathered her jittery self enough to head to the set meeting location. It was the final night of the festival and the carnival was in full swing to close out the week.

Krystal stood near the ticket booth, dressed in a flowing white, lace dress, with long lacey sleeves. She was only wearing flats, and she had two daisies braided into her hair from earlier in the day when a young girl asked to play with her hair. Nervous fingers played with the band around her wrist as she scanned the crowd, checking her phone every few seconds to keep up with what time it was. Just as she was about to start panicking that she was stood up, someone tapped her on the shoulder.

She turned and met eyes with one of the prettiest girls she’d ever seen and was quite frankly, shocked for a moment. However, she got her bearings and stammered out a greeting before mustering up a kind smile.

“H-hi, um are you meeting someone here for the blind date thingy, that Taemin set up?”

[sethxmp]

[ attention ]

Tekh didn’t realise he’s been spacing out until the bartender in front of him gently tapped him over his shoulder, thus making him turn around to face the counter. “Come again?” he mused as he flashed the woman in front of him an apologetic smile. She’s been probably tried to ask him what he wanted to drink for a hot minute now, but the god was too busy checking the customers out in search of someone of his taste to listen.  How rude of him.  It was his first time at Vision after all and he went there to have fun, but starting with a drink was probably the best thing to do. “Just give me the strongest one you have. I’m not picky” he said after a moment.

Now that his attention was focused on the bartender in front of him he noticed the color of her hair and immediately commented about it. “Cool hair color you got there” he said as he shamelessly nodded to her head. 

[exleiking]

🌨️ : drenched from the rain

random muse encounterssend a symbol (or more!) to find my muse: 🌨️ : drenched from the rain

It was late, so late that it was actually morning again, King had been walking around for 3 or so hours now, he wasn’t really counting, he was waiting to feel tired. One thing that came with him from the human city he used to live in to mount phoenix was the nightmares and his inability to sleep. The thundergods other ability to no feel pain was a broad term, it meant that he often didn’t feel very tired, or very hungry or very much of anything until it was too late. 

His late night walk had turned into a early hour death march in the rain, he didn't mind, he didn’t really feel the cold, his body, however, reacted to it as much as anyone's would. So as he stopped in the doorway, to just briefly get out of the downpour, of a now closed for the night bar he noticed his body was shaking violently, lifting a hand from his pocket he saw his fingers were blue and as he turned to look in the glass of the closed bar door to check his reflection, blue lips would mean hypothermia was soon to set in, when the door opened,

Kings looming and soaking wet form towered over the petite female who had opened said door, he didn't want to seem intimidating or threatening so he stepped back out of the way and into the rain again. He parted his lips to apologize but found his voice could not be heard through the shaking of his whole body, so he gave up on the apology to try and ask for aid in assessing his current state, “D-d-d-d-do y-y-y-y-you h-h-h-hav-v-ve a th-th-therm-m-m-m.” King only got so much of his question out before he became frustrated and impatient with his own body and gritted his teeth and clenched his teeth to stop the damn chattering.