#mp-chanmi

[mpxleon]

♦ picking up your character

leon wasn’t sure why it felt kinda right to do so, but still, it did.

“ you’re hurt, aren’t you?” he squats down to face chanmi with concern etched in his features. “ your ankle looks real bad.” he reached out tenderly, as though wanting to touch the swollen ankle lightly. “i’m sorry, if i came a little earlier, perhaps you wouldn’t have fallen down, or i would have caught you in time.” his brows knit together in the mildest of concerns, a deep sigh parting his lips. 

it only takes a split moment for him to make his decision, his hands going under her waist and hoisting mimi up with a little huff. 

“ there, now you don’t have to put weight on your foot and i can bring you back home without asking you!” he said happily, a cute smile blooming right across his face. “i kinda wanted to ask you if i could walk you back home before you twisted your foot.”  he confessed, blushing a little heavily as he glanced down at the girl in his arms, feeling the warmth of her weight against his hands. “when we get to your place, you can teach me how to bandage your ankle for you, how does that sound?”  

[mpxleon]

❛ are we gonna talk about last night? ❜

“last night? what about last night?” confusion marred his pretty features as he glanced down at chanmi worriedly, almost nervous at the thought that he had somehow, without knowing how--had gotten her so perfectly and so completely upset with him. 

did he do something wrong? did he slip up on something to make her angry? too focused was he on the idea of having done something wrong to make her angry that he completely forgets meeting dezzi the last night, and a bright, red flush overtakes his features, his cheeks and ears burning as he finally made sense a little as to why she was mad and angry. a part of him remained chagrined, chagrined at the very thought that she was made--perhaps it was because he had stopped the man from going out with her? dezzi and her shared the same body after all, so perhaps the things that dezzi truly enjoyed were some of what mimi herself had wanted. 

a slight forlorn look flutters over his brows as he glanced down with a small huff to his lips. 

“you mean yesterday in the alley with the man?” a slight tinge of jealousy flickered into his tone. “you really wanted to follow dezzi and him?” 

[mpfreyr]

❛ how am i supposed to forgive someone like you? ❜ Dezzi says as she glares the god down. "Do you have any idea what kind of family you left her with?"

Angst Sentence Starters || x || Open

It had been Freyr’s first meeting with Desiree, the one he’d nicknamed as Miss Protector. He’d had a feeling that his daughter’s second half didn’t like him as much and he supposed there was logic in her hatred or dislike of him. The accusation hurt him and he stayed silent, thinking what he should say. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, Desiree,” he began. He leaned back in his seat and pondered how he should continue. “At the time, my lifestyle wasn’t...really meant for a little kid or a baby to come along. Most of the late 90s and early 2000s were like blurs in the timeline. I was constantly travelling across the world, drinking, and then waking up with someone new practically every week,” he stated. 

As she was about to retort something, the god raised his hand. “So, like, your dislike of me and protectiveness of her is justified. Back then I wouldn’t have been much help to her at all. Had I known that her mother would be this insane bitch, I probably would have stuck around,” he said, thinking. He remembered the woman. She had been one of the more serious attempts of a relationship but his fear of a deep commitment stopped him. The Norse god took a deep breath. “I would have been absolutely useless. Even as a god, if there were people we hated and who deserved to die, in this day and age, you can’t just kill,” he stated. He leaned on his arm and gazed across the table at her. 

“So, then, why don’t you tell me the sort of family I left her with? Maybe I couldn’t have done anything back then, but maybe I can help her heal now,” 

[taoxmp]

Fairy cake

starter for the Hallow’s Eve Ball event for @mp-chanmi

Tao spent some time at the dessert buffet to eat something to get a little sober again and ended up wanting to try all those great Halloween themed sweets. So with a full stomach he returns to the crowd, still holding one cupcake, that he didn’t even manage to eat, after he stuffed himself with food. Even so he didn’t dare to put the cupcake back to the buffet, not knowing what to do with it now... 

Looking around Tao sees a cute girl dressed as a fairy and doesn’t hestitate to approach her and takes a seat beside her, placing the cupcake on the table in front of her. “I hope you like cupcakes, because my eyes were bigger than my stomach.”  He laughs softly. “I already ate one. They are great.” 

[mpfreyr]

Cafe Bonds ||

@mp-chanmi

He knew that most of the gods present in Mount Phoenix had already met their children a while ago and while he knew he had two daughters, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to confront them or even meet them. But he couldn’t avoid them for the whole time. It had taken a while for him to get comfortable with the idea since he’d essentially left their mothers when they told him and noped out of those relationships quickly.  But over the past few months, he’d been stopping by the Flower Mill to visit one of his girls and try and get into the whole idea that yes, he was a dad even though he looked like he could be the same age as them (points for looking like a pretty flower boy? Yeah, he really didn’t the best of the looks lottery after ragnarok).

Of course, he’d become a regular and before he had his shift at the host club, he stopped by the Flower Mill once again for a coffee to keep him awake and energized for the night shift that he had taken on. He strolled up to the counter with a grin. “Afternoon, Mimi, my dear,” he hums with a wide grin. Maybe he’d successfully get her to join him for dinner so that they could chat more about her and her mom since he hadn’t seen the other in quite a few years. 

[mpchangmin]

[ dream ++ ] for Mimi to share dream with yours

word prompts compilation

@mp-chanmi

“So this was a dream from Dezzi’s perspective but in retrospect you can now also watch it like a movie from the perspective of Chanmi?” Changmin asked in a calm tone to the girl sat in front of him on his couch. It was still early stages for her therapy with him, but he was starting to get a grip on her different personalities a little bit while figuring out how to best approach her. Chanmi was a lot more shy and inward than her other personality, Dezzi. Which left for great contrast and a need for Changmin as her therapist to be aware at all times if possible to know which personality he was talking to. “How did you feel about it? Did it seem like a dream Dezzi would like to wake up to?” Changmin asked with a kind demeanor to put her at ease. He was curious whether her two personalities could udnerstand one another.

[mpxblairkim]

🍃 : swaying on feet

Blair was not a lightweight by any means, but she couldn’t even remember how many drinks she had had that night. The next thing she knew, she was out of the club and on the streets, swaying at her feet while engaging in a heated argument with a nearby lamp post. “Pineapples are not for pizza!” she yelled, suddenly turning to Chanmi, “Tell him - tell him that pineapples do not go on pizza!”

[mpxkrystal]

frequent flyers//

@mp-chanmi

After one bender too many on her days off, Krystal decided she needed to go back to therapy again. I mean c’mon-- she dyed her hair, drank half a liquor store, cried enough for two years, and slept only when passed out in only three days... It was close to affecting her work and that was the last thing she wanted so, she was back in the same waiting room regularly again. The small space had her sitting next to the same two people almost every time she had an appointment. One face was more familiar than the other as it was also the same girl who graciously served her coffee at the Flower Mill. Chani? Chanmi? Oh man, names are not her strong suit.

Krystal figured she may as well introduce herself considering the two girls were spending a lot of time in awkward and anxious silence together. “Um, you’re Chami? Right? I’m Krystal.”