#inventory.

[feraltrust]

POSITIVITY FOR ROOK: 💞

[nightiingaleda]

little profile for the farmer oc for later | credit

[oflathander]

hell yeah brother

[wolfofwinchester]

@casketdweller asked: Persephone will find a basket of apples, yet when she took a peek, she’d find that someone sneaked some pomegranates in there. To remind you of home, was the letter tucked inside. There was a locket beside the basket as well, blank, but clearly meant for the Queen of the Underworld. For you, my dear. A soul to claim as your own, if you wish.

The tails in the air belonging to the gaggle of swarming cats atop of the stone table was an excellent indicator of what was waiting for the Goddess, who came lumbering soaked from the river with a ginormous clay pot on her shoulder, water tupping over the lip - yet not spilling down, rather falling back in. However, it did go bouncing from the inside as Persephone gave it a hefty drop to the Earth below, making the surrounding grounds shudder as she wiped her hands and started batting at those colorful tails.

"Allll right, allll right, come, come, skitter outta the way or I'll turn ya to cat tails," She ushered, barely making a dent as the felines scuttled around her swats, and some even hopping up her arms to perch upon her head, sticking their paws into her mussed braids and hooking a toe or two in her ears. "Damn you, beasts! Come on!"

There was a moment of Persephone struggling with the flutter of said beasties, ending abruptly when she finally saw reason and summoned hummingbirds to breath in a snap of her fingers, composed of green light. They twittered about, zipped around the cats and caught their attention, and led them off into the rolling vineyards and out of her hair. For the time being.

Slapping her soaked skirt to the warmed stone, Persephone slid atop the table and finally dragged the item of feline adoration into her lap. She ooo'd with curiosity, fingers tickling at the shiny apples and pomegranates with a grin. One of the lovely fruits of betrothal was plucked and tossed up and down, up and down, and sailed up her arm to be bounced at the elbow, and caught in her waiting mouth - canines sunken in and casting rivulets of red to course down her jaw and throat, trickling messily to the clavicle and collar of her low-dipped dress. She chuckled contently at the flavor, peeling open the letter with a smudge of scarlet along the parchment (messy woman), reading it as she swayed side-to-side.

Sweet blood of her blood, her heart felt heavy. Not too much was written, but her eyes followed the path of every letter, her rocking sway easing in its speed. Her exhale fogged the glistening skin of the pomegranate. The paper crinkled as she thumped her forehead to it, muffling a noise of bittersweet. Damn. She stayed like this for a few beats more, and brought the letter back down to read. Her eyes flicked and locked on the locket that was overlooked amongst all the fur and paws. Her head tilted, and she lifted it up, releasing the pomegranate to plop down in her lap as her stained lips twitched into a smile, dangling the locket before her. Twisting it to twirl, more noises emitting, though now more curious, and warm.

"Look at you, sailin' from Hades on the blessin' will of my husband." Persephone grinned, twisting the chain as the locket glinted and gleamed in the moonlight. "You going to keep me company for the Spring and Summer?" Be her constant reminder of Home beneath the ground, that while she has not been gone from for long, certainly felt like it had the traction of half a decade to it. "Well, get out here, and let me see ya."

..

The sky was a shade of lilac when Persephone made her way to the well, the stars blinking sleepily in the sky as the sun stretched its beams behind the horizon, not yet in the sky, but soon to approach.

Her hands crested the unnaturally chilled stone connecting her world and His, Their Worlds. She looked deep into the dark where there was the most distant pulse of blue here and there, and she took her seat and slung her legs over the side.

A flash of green, and Persephone's bouzouki hissed to life in her hands with a chime.

"Listen!" She called down into the well, hoping to be heard. "I got a song just for you, lover. You better listen well before the sun chases you to bed."

The Goddess took her fingers to the strings and melody bellowed down into the depths at a strikingly loud volume, as if to catch the attention of a wandering King who might not be close enough to hear its melody. She would sure of it, for as mighty as she was, so too was the Dread Queen boisterous.

As her fingers danced along the strings almost in a fever, azaleas bloomed from her fingertips and fell down into the well. They rained down and spun, as if riding on the waves of song. Green light sparked and twinkled in the air, and sunk into the sides of the well. They materialized and stretched webs down, down, down... and manifested into a peacock chair, blooming with flowers that faded from the ones you would find up top, to the azaleas born just for the bottom of the Underworld the further it stretched; berries along its twisting music strings that made up the swing. The chair was wide, and its cushion was the biggest azalea one would ever see, orbs of light stemming from its core as it stretched, stretched, and stretched down til it lingered just a few feet above the landing location.

A swinging chair for her lover, where the light from high above in the mortal world would shine down upon him, riddled with song for every stroke he would give the vines of song that supported it. He would hear this same song that she played, while berries grew in thicker clusters as he listened, perpetually blooming to fruition - little lights in their bulbs.

Through the constant weave of song, Persephone hoped he felt her in every stroke of the string, and felt her arms whenever he reclined in the chair. Warmth would crawl around his shoulders and settle there, and it would last until he rose.

Months more, and she would be home again. Until then, she hoped this would do. The gift was a two-way street, in truth; whenever Hades would sit upon the flowery throne and lean into its weavings, she would feel that familiar weight of his against her body. And sometimes when she did, he would hear her whisper adoration into his ear.

[nightiingaled-a]

Killian’s Main Verse(s)

VARIANT A. - (ttp main)

Killian drops off the grid for two years, taking on odd jobs and entering into some anonymous therapy groups. He acquires and maintains multiple safe houses during this time, but mostly keeps to himself. The mysterious messenger remains unknown to him, but the compulsion to find John and the need to be find someone that understands him overwhelms Killian. But everything goes too far & he discovers John can kill. 

From his shallow grave he manages to teleport to a nearby paranormal clinic. Here, Melinda Walker manages to save his life and heals him more than just physically. Killian regains a part of his mind back, some control. He slinks back to his safe house until he’s recuperated and begins a new step towards a new life. First step: saving Luci McKinley.   

VARIANT B. - (mythos)

During his two year “hiatus”, Killian met and fell in love with a hunter, Tyler Walker, much to the chagrin of her best friend, Mel. He inevitably moved to be closer to her, trying to live a normal life under ULTRAs nose. The bane of the Walker household, Moros, was the mysterious messenger that sent Killian’s precarious psyche off the edge and back to seek out loose ends. And we all know the result - a bullet to the chest & a shallow grave. 

Killian manages to teleport himself out and back to Boston & Mel’s front porch. His intention was to say goodbye to Tyler, but instead Mel was able to heal and save him. But Tyler wasn’t there. In the meantime of searching and waiting for Tyler to return, he saved Luci and sought Mel’s help, somewhat helping the demigod maintain some normalcy in the wake of her friend’s disappearance. For the time being, he’s decided it’s best to keep his survival under wraps and is living his semi-normal life with his girlfriend & adopted sister. 

[krupnick]

The Ciphers have left a massive basket of homemade holiday treats beneath Jessica's tree, right beside her main gift! Nestled in a red jewelry box and wrapped in a white bow is a beautiful hand-forged silver necklace chain with a row of polished diamond shards dangling from it. They're the crystallized essence of a music deity's voicebox, able to lure crowds of people to her whenever she croons while wearing them. "Happy Holidays, Jess!" the tag reads. "Love, The Ciphers".

It’s the tasty treats Jessica hones in on first, her brow bobbing and a glint sparkling in her lone visible eye. Most would gush and feel thrill RATTLE in their bones the second they see such a saccahrine trove! Most would squeal and instantly bury themselves in it, grateful as they gorge themselves. She, on the other hand, sees it as a proclamation of war. She and Billy Boy Blue did not make these decadant &  undoubtedly heavenly sweets together - these are unplanned edibles! Surprise edibles, even! Oooo, how dare he put precious time and handy labor into making her delectable pastries &  dandy candies! OOOO!

It’s very generous, though. Despite that competitive blaze now burning bright in her belly  - accompanied by the sound of a bubbling cauldron, if you listen closely -, Jessica gives a playful puffy huff and fishes a snickerdoodle stick she sees wrapped nicely from the horde, giving it a good crunch and satisfying snap. “ … ♪” Hot Diggity Damn, That Is A Baller Cookie.

“You sneaky little devils, you know my favorites.” She speaks to the void, having a feeling that the omnipresent Billy can very well hear her playful commentary and sense that a sugar-veiled holiday storm is just on the horizon. Beware Valentine’s Day.

The glistening of the jewelry box eventually catches her gaze, perhaps a little sign of the universe crying ‘don’t forget about me!’. 

“And what do we have here?” A tug of the bow and the gentle click of the box opening, and a quiet breath drawn in sharply follows that question. 

It’s beautiful. It’s so beautiful Jessica felt her heart go tumbling right out of slacked jaw and plopping right into her lap, beating wildly and leaping about on the red sequin. 

The diamonds, the silver, the obvious attention to detail that went into shaping the entire thing. It’s … glamorous. It’s breath-taking. It’s heart-stopping. It’s .. making Jessica’s eyes roll back and send her straight up fainting on her own living room floor, the jewelry box held protectively to her chest!

As concerning a sight it might look, it can be gleaned that this gift is highly well-received. When Jessica eventually comes back to consciousness and tosses her heart back down her throat, she’ll dash to the nearest mirror to put the necklace on and admire it for the next four hours, absolutely jazzed about the piece of jewelry. It isn’t coming off for a long while, that’s for certain.

“Oh, Billy,” Jessica coos to seemingly no one. “it’s perfect. It’s beautiful. It’s wonderful and dazzling. It’s .. oh, I can hardly find the words to describe it! It’s magnificent, my darling. I love it!” If he’s listening, the on-pour of praise is all Bill’s going to be hearing for a good long while. 

ever the late one is red || @wildgcd​​

[feraltrust]

Announcements.

Added the Sakaki Twins back to the roster.

Added Anzai Masaki, Kanuma Minoru, Kongo Takeru, Yuzuriha Izumi, and Sako Kota to the roster.

I promise I will attempt to get bios up for everyone missing bios eventually (list below the cut). And will attempt to actually use the genpact muses I added lmao.

Muses Needing Bios -

WBK:

Anzai

Kanuma (*this bitch gay af)

Kongo

Yuzuriha

Sako (*trans hc)