#mp-callum

[jlassijlali]

[mpxyumi]

hippity hoppity;

@mp-callum

Yuyan was taking a walk through the park, enjoying the chilled near-autumn air and the bright sunshine. The island was awfully pretty, she could understand why the gods had chosen to settle there. She stopped suddenly, however, when she noticed someone sitting in the grass nearby, hunched over something. She pulled her earbuds out of her ears, deciding to go over and see what he was doing.

“Oh no!” She cried when she saw the limp little rabbit in his arms, quickly kneeling beside the stranger. “Here, give her to me,” she told him, holding out her hands. It took a moment for her to realize that she probably sounded crazy, wanting him to hand her a dead rabbit. “I can bring it back to life.” Yeah, because that sounds less crazy.

[mpcamazotz]

House Call

@mp-callum @mp-ryo 

Finally the long day at the hospital was over. Camazotz never complained, and today was no different. He felt fulfillment from doing his work at the hospital which was more than when he was working in Xibalba. But even there, he had never been one to complain or feel disdain about his work. He did what needed to be done and then enjoyed his free time. That’s how he had always been. This week had been perticularly busy though, a bit like a rollercoaster as he had many very different tasks to handle and guide at once. Director Sun had done his part though, as Caça expected from him, and so everything had gone smoothly. Now, it was time for some relaxation. 

He hadn’t been able to visit Babylon for a little bit now, nor any other partners. And so he had previously set an appointment for the end of this week so he could really enjoy it and almost reward himself with it. This time though he had asked for the appointment to be a house call. He never really made use of the service before but he had enough trust in Cal, his recent choice from Babylon, that it would be fine. And honestly, after the week he simply wanted to enjoy a night at home with someone who’d be able to help him relax and relax with him. He was on his way to his home now, where Cal was probably waiting for him already. It had been a long work day so it was about 8.30 in the evening when he had left for home. The apartment in the Mayan complex that he had carefully decorated over the years. It mostly had brown hues with tints of purple and red. Most of the items in the apartment were gifts from old lovers. He wasn’t much of a collector of anything really himself, but he kept items that had been given to him. Along with those was his furniture consisting of mostly oak wood, bulky but sophisticated pieces and patterned rugs. Like with anything his furniture also was carefully picked by him. For the sitting furniture and his bed his demands were that it had to be comfy and soft first of all, and not too simple and modern. As such the pieces were all in line with the rest.

When it was 9pm Camazotz finally arrived to his apartment, putting in the new pincode to his door which he had changed it to for that day. The occassion that Cal was going to be inside before him meant he had changed the code in the morning and was going to change it back later after he had left. As he entered he heard his cuckoo clock sound a last time to sign that it was indeed 9pm. The god untied and then took off his shoes, leaving them in a little shoe cabinet by the door. With his jacket over his arm, long and confident strides he walked through the hall into his living room where he was to be greeted by hopefully Cal. 

[aphroditexmp]

Sewn | Aphrodite & Callum

@mp-callum:

Callum winced as Aphrodite gently put some antiseptic on his bleeding finger. So he couldn’t sew to save his life. Mending clothes was basically pointless when you could just buy new ones. The hiring manager had clearly not agreed with him as he was dismissed. “I thought machines did the sewing but apparently people don’t mind being stabbed repeatedly to sew a garment. That job wasn’t worth my time anyway. Ow! Easy does it please? I’m too delicate for this.”

Considering that she owned a lingerie store, and often designed her own garments, it would be assumed that Aphrodite was a brilliant seamstress. She was quite good, of course, but she had a little immortal help. “Sewing must be so difficult for humans,” she gave a soft sigh, looking up at the demigod with her signature doe eyes, “If you were a child of mine, I could teach you a few little charms to make things easier. But alas, you are someone else’s pretty boy.”

Putting aside the antiseptic, she carefully wrapped a coloured bandaid over Callum’s finger. “Oh, sweetheart, things will be alright,” she smiled, giving his wound a little kiss, “Perhaps we find you another job - one that doesn’t involve any pointy things.”

[mpxvalentina]

quite a show~

with @mp-callum

Red lace, black satin, darkness filled only by red and gold lights. After the curtain rises the only thing you see is the warm skinned demigod laid out on a red velvet settee. Her skin-clad only in red lace lingerie, covered by a black satin robe. The red and gold lights glinting off the gold accents on her heels, jewelry, and makeup. She sensually rises as the melody of the music fills the space and the bass vibrates through the floor, a level of bass that the audience can feel in their chest. Her lips are painted dark red as she lipsyncs with the tune that flows through her body. Valentina stands from the settee, her robe sensually falling from her form to reveal a red lace bodice, a gold garter belt with red panties, and red heels covered in red and gold stones.

She walks to the front of the stage her hips swaying to the beat of the music, the lyrics coming from her lips easily as she runs her gold jewelry decorated fingers through her long dark hair. Making a point to make eye contact with the patrons closest to the stage, her hips continuing to sway as she walks along the length of the stage. Her precise and graceful choreography giving the audience quite the show as she magically unlaces her corset leaving her in just a red lace bra, playing up the seduction of the crowd with well-practiced moves. Her eight-minute set feels like it drags on forever as she expertly draws the audience into her seduction.

As quickly as it began she walked off stage, satin robe back around her bare upper body and her heels clicking along the stage. She didn’t even bother removing her makeup as she sits at the bar almost 30 minutes later. Valentina is dressed much more comfortably now, still as chic and stylish as ever but she has replaced her platform heels for combat boots and her long black hair is sitting on the crown of her head in a high ponytail. She’s sipping a jack and coke to unwind after her final show of the evening when someone occupies the stool next to her. From the corner of her eye, she gives them a once over and is not unhappy about the company that has joined her.

It took only a moment for a flash of recognition to pass her features. She turned fully to look at him then, not staring exactly but trying her best to figure out where she knows this person from...

[dakotaxmp]

[ skill ] receiver tries to assist sender in learning a new skill

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   “You just...put it in your palm and use your other hand to move it around to make it that flat shape we like,” Dakota’s voice is careful as he focuses on Callum’s movements. He’s making tortillas and Callum had wandered in when he was crafting them at one of the empty booths. Curious he had paused for a second to watch Dakota and curious himself to see if the other wanted a try at it, Dakota held a lump of dough up and said, “Bet you won’t.”   Only Callum very much did try it and now they sit in zoned concentration as he works in the way Dakota had palm pressed the example before he laid it into the little metal press between two sheets of parchment paper. For all his confused expression, Callum possesses a natural talent for shaping the dough quickly enough for a first timer and Dakota looks pleased as punch when he hands the squished lump to him.   “Well shit look at that,” Dakota clicks his tongue in approval the piercing on his lip wiggling for a second in the act. “You’re pretty good at that. If you ever get bored of your day job, I could always give you one here!”

[kazumaxmp]

♛ shoulder rubs

“Ya know I can’t say I’ve ever hung out with a trust fund kid.” Kaz spoke with a slight slur as he rubbed Callum’s shoulders. He was still mildly intoxicated from the night out at Minx, which happened to be where he met the man in front of him. The Japanese playboy was on his usual flirtatious rampage with a drink in his hand when he ran into Callum, causing them to lock eyes and assess the other. A whirlwind of dancing and drinking led them to now be in Kaz’s bachelor pad, hanging out on the couch.  The water based demigod sipped at the beer on his nightstand before he continued to rub the other’s shoulders. “This is cool right? I mean I can stop if you want me to.” He began to pull his hands away, never wanting to make anyone feel uncomfortable if he got a little too intimate with them. 

[mpxsiobhan]

❛ i’m not a monster. ❜

angst starters: still accepting

“Well you sure do make a point of acting like one, Callum.” Siobhan lifted her cigarette to her lips, her other hand in the pocket of her long black coat. She was leaning against the brick building that housed the bar she still worked in part time, the bass of the band performing echoing into the alley from the open Employee door to their left. Ice blue eyes finally turned to look at Callum, who looked a little rough. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him look so disheveled, the pompous prince always looking like a spoiled brat, Instagram model. If he wasn’t always such a dick to her she might feel bad for him, instead she looked away from him and took another drag of her cigarette and looked down at her boots.

“Ya know, maybe if you didn’t act like such a pompous prick, we could have been friends.” Siobhan looked at him one last time before dropping her half-smoked cigarette onto the wet pavement, stomping it out with her boot and turning to leave him there in the cold and dark alley.