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[mpxblairkim]

Company | Blair & Inari

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“You–you–Me..Uh, I–” Inari blinks, absolutely flummoxed and cheeks deeply tinted with the faintest red as she tried–badly, one might add, to hide the phone she had been holding in her hands. “I did not try to take a photo of you just now.” The furry ears on top of Inari’s head twitched agitatedly at the lie. “So didn’t.” Her fluffy ears twitched yet again, just one more–at that extra sentence.

“Okay, fine. Maybe.”Its barely even a minute before she caves and admits to the felony of having taken a picture of the beautiful woman and saving it as her phone’s lockscreen. “But you can’t blame me. I like to appreciate beauty.”

Blair would insist that Inari was not her usual idea of company - the Goddess was a bit soft and sweet, but goodness the alcohol was good and Blair did have a soft spot for anything with fluffy ears. Even women. “You need a lesson in subtlety,” she rolled her eyes, “Is it impossible for you to lie or something? It’s like you wear a mood ring over your head.” She gave a pointed look to Inari’s ears, which were twitching with every flustered lie of hers.

She lifts the cup of sake to her lips again, just managing to down the alcohol before Inari’s comment. Blair gave her a look, brows furrowed and a look of confusion on her eyes. “You are so lucky I already swallowed that or I would have sprayed it over your head,” she can’t help but chuckle, “If you’re taking a photo of me, at least tell me so I can make sure I don’t look stupid.”

[mpxharuki]

“Before you do amazing things, sometimes you have to mess up a little.”

shakespeare inspired starters: still accepting

tw: loss, grief, self-hatred

She didn’t know why she was suddenly letting her past affect her so badly. It had been at least a few years now since what happened, yet all of a sudden it’s all she can think about. Haruki hides her sadness and tears under her overwhelming joy and sweetness. Distracting herself with work and hiding in the forest to let her tears flow. Taking midnight walks through the central park, hiding under trees and sobbing alone.

She hates it.

She hates that she’s back in this place again with herself. A place of guilt and pain. No one understood her pain as well as her mother, even her father was useless when it came to the loss of a child. The priests at the shrine forcing her to pick herself up too quickly, saying she had a duty and that this would pass with time. It hasn’t. If you’d told her eight years ago that she would be a divorcee and lost a child before she turned thirty - she would have laughed at you. Haruki never envisioned this for herself or for her life.

She felt like a failure. She failed at being the perfect daughter of a goddess that other’s always wanted her to be. Failed at being a wife. Failed at being a mother. It was all hitting her again and she felt so stupid. 

That is how Inari found her, curled up under a tree in the forest, hot tears coating her face with a salty film. A worn photo of a man holding a baby in her hand. She didn’t even lift her head to look at her, just breathlessly replied;

“When is the amazing going to come? Because all I see is the mess.”

[mpxharuki]

mochi and cuddles🌸

from here with @mpinarix

( 💌 → 親 💖 ): I’ll come to Orisake ( 💌 → 親 💖 ): I like it there ( 💌 → 親 💖 ): since it’s not too late yet - I can get a taxi and be there in 10 minutes?

Once she sent her last text she was quickly throwing on some leggings and a hoodie. Putting some clothes and essentials in an overnight bag. Haruki was thankful she didn’t have work the next day and was more than excited to spend the evening with her mother. It had been some time since they’d had a night of bonding. Besides, Haruki had a feeling her mom had some interest in what her daughter had been getting up to since she’d arrived.

[mpxharuki]

( ✉ → text ): did you get a goodnight kiss? here’s one from me. xo

still accepting

( 💌 → 親 💖 ): of course, i will never say no to that!( 💌 → 親 💖 ): i miss your cuddles!( 💌 → 親 💖 ): we should have a sleepover and cuddle while we eat mochi - just like when i was little!

haruki had just finished grading papers and even though it was late she was now happily energized after receiving such a message from her mother. she moved from her desk to sprawl out on her bed and wait for inari to respond.

[exmpxtohil]

❛ what are you doing? ❜

dangerous sentence prompts: not accepting

people quite often question what he is doing or why he thinks whatever he is doing is a good idea, or other things like that. those people don’t usually come in the shape of a comely goddess with fox ears, however, and so he straightens up ever so slightly to take in the newly arrived spectator to his current occupation. he sends her one of his more charming smiles before returning his attention to the design he’s been making.

he’s standing next to the fountain, arms leaning on the side of it as he peers down at the water surface, where little flames are dancing all over. they’re only a finger’s width from touching the surface, but not touching completely, and he enjoys the way the fish swimming around in the water come up to look at the intriguingly coloured flickers.

“i’m teaching these goldfish about a whole different kind of gold,” he explains easily as he lets the flames twirl around a little more, indicating that he’s not ignoring the goddess nor her questions but simply needs to keep his focus on the fire in case one of the fish decides to swim upwards and try to eat a flame - for that won’t end well for the creature and he needs to be in time to snuff out that particular bit of fire.

“liquid gold.”

he grins at the name for it, then glances over at the goddess once more, more particularly at her ears.

“say, do you happen to have a kid here with your inclination for fluffy appendages? i do believe i put him on fire not all too long ago. the colour of his fur fit with it so well, after all.”

[mpxhera]

mama fox 🦊

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An exhausted sigh escaped Hera’s chapped lips as she finally took a seat inside the council chambers. It was the first time she’d gotten to sit and take a breather all day. After coordinating with the police as well as helping organize search parties and helping escort groups of kids, Hera was drained and it was barely 4pm. She leaned back in her chair, trying not to recall the franticness that was the police precinct she’d just left as she closed and rested her eyes.

Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, her bangs messy with the sweat that had dried on her brow. The goddess was doing her best to keep everyone focused and calm despite the incredibly stressful situation. She understood the parents and friends of the missing kids but, she was still doing what she could to remind everyone that they were doing all that they could to find them. It was a shock to everyone for these kids to just disappear under all of their very capable noses.

Her moment of calm and quiet only lasted a few minutes when the door to the council chambers slammed open. The queen jolted in her seat for a moment, slowly raising her head to see who just made such an entrance. Hera recognized the Japanese Fox anywhere and especially now that the now goddess had so dramatically entered the chambers. 

“Now Inari darling, slamming doors is not going to help anyone.” She spoke the words as she leaned back in her chair, resuming her original position of resting her back, legs and eyes.

[exmphades]

❛ please , just let me go , i won’t tell anyone … i promise . ❜

meme: dangerous sentence prompts

Hades shakes his head quite decisively. “It’s not about you telling anyone it’s about the fact that you’re a danger to everyone on the streets, yourself included. You can drive as fast as you want on long ass open roads, but if you think I’m letting you drive that car anywhere in the city, you’re crazy.”

“I may be the god of the Underworld, but I am not a god of Death, and I do not appreciate people trying to kill each other just to get a little kick out of it, so neither you nor any of your canine appendixes are getting back into that car on the driver’s side, you hear me?”

Giving the fox goddess another pointed look, Hades then strides purposefully over to his own car to open the driver’s side and get in. It’s bad enough already that people pull stupid pranks on him while he’s driving, but even worse when they drive like maniacs themselves. Sometimes he wonders if there is anyone left on this ironically godforsaken island that has a little bit of common sense and humanity in them. It’s proven highly doubtful so far.

“Get in so I can get us back home.”

[exmphades]

“ i understand nothing. “

meme: the office quotes

Hades looks at the fox goddess for a long moment, then lets out a soft sigh and shakes his head lightly.

“That’s alright,” he says with a hint of a smile, clearly not at all annoyed or put off by the goddess’ incapability to understand him. If anything he just seems resigned to the fact that no one will ever fully understand what it’s like to be the god of the Underworld. Sure, there are other gods like him in different pantheons, as well as plenty of gods of the dead, but it seems to be different for every single one of them.

To explain the complexity of his connection to the souls of men, to the way he is continuously judging the incoming stream of new souls in his Underworld and sending them to the right place, is a little hard to explain in words. He could perhaps make a drawing to aid his explanation but he’s not that good at drawing nor does he ever have paper and a pen handy when he’s having this conversation.

And all in all, does it really matter? Will it really make any difference whatsoever for someone to know - truly understand - what it is his job as god of the Underworld entails?

A long time ago he might have thought it would, that to have someone understand would make them realise exactly what it is he was put through by having been made the god of the Underworld. At this point in time, though, the job has been his for so long that he really doesn’t quite care anymore what others think of it or him, he just does what he is meant to do, and everything else is up to whoever is in charge of that.

So he smiles a little wider at the Japanese goddess and motions a hand in her direction lightly, all of his earlier disappointment forgotten.

“Tell me what it is you do?”