#mpmoonseong

[phobetorxmp]

For a Job Well Done

cont from here w/ @mpmoonseong ft Phobetor & Moon

As the demigod sits back so casually, built thighs spreading as he settles himself back into the cushions of his sofa, Phobetor feels his shoulders shift a little with that prickly heat running up his neck, under the stiff collar of his shirt. Why must he do it like that. Why even just sat reclining on his leather sofa did Moon look so... edible. He must be playing with him, it was the only explanation! Yet with each little mannerism or half cocked, boyish smile Phobetor only falls more in line with his every whim and fancy. He was weak to it, pure and simple. 

“Ah, yes-” as Moon’s attention shifts to the bag in his hands, Phobetor’s eyes glance down to it before he nods and lifts it, moving a little closer as he offers it out. “I was casually browsing in this store and I thought perhaps you might enjoy-” offering out the paper bag, in dark crimson with gold embossed lettering ‘Michel Cluizel Chocolatier’. Within which was a small box of chocolates with some of the finest detailing and luxurious packaging and of course, an eye watering price. With his own love of chocolate, Phobetor knows real quality. 

[mptim]

⠀  ⠀ ❝ he said he is not a glutton :eye_roll: ❞

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[mpxminho]

“Are you saying i'm beautiful like a flower? I really don't get it- You want me to buy you flowers?”

minho lets out a soft sigh as he places the flower pot back down on its assigned stand. he hasn’t been talking to this particular person very long, but he can feel the small beginnings of fatigue starting to settle into his system already. he isn’t certain if they aren’t understanding his use of language (though he spoke quite simply, so surely it isn’t that) or if they aren’t understanding his status as an employee. either way, it proves to be tiresome.

his face is something akin to a deadpan as he looks over at moonseong and, truthfully, he hopes the fact that his expression is in an almost constant state of monotony can mask his slight exasperation.

“no, i was saying that this flower,” he moves his hand to ever so lightly brush his fingertips against one of the flower’s petals, “seems like it would fit you. it’s called an amaryllis.”

he’s being honest, at least; the amaryllis is well-liked for its pretty appearance, adorning a star-like look with delicate petals and long stems. this one in particular has a soft white hue that bleeds into an almost pastel pink, and minho can’t help but remember one of the oldest meanings the flower carries: pride.

“—if you’re looking to buy flowers for yourself from here, i think it would be a good choice.”

[mpkibin]

"What are you drawing there?"

Kibin sits back, studying his work as he goes. Before him, his sketchbook is open to a page with a detailed black and white piece filling it. The art depicts a beautiful young man standing before an ornate mirror. The man’s eighteenth-century clothing is immaculate, just as the rest of him is. What stares back at him from the mirror, however, is a grotesque and horrific version of him. Gazing back through soulless eyes, the figure resembles something more monster than man, with tattered clothing and a rotting face. Kibin picks up a red colored pencil to begin detailing blood, causing the reflection to appear ever more ghastly. Just how Kibin likes it.  “This is inspired by “The Picture of Dorian Gray” by Oscar Wilde. It’s one of my favorite novels ever.” Kibin pauses over his task to cast a glance at Moonseong. “Have you ever read it?”

[excabra]

“Why has no one fallen in love with me yet? I’m so bored.”

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Cabra chuckled as he jogged along side the other man, both working on a little cardio on their own treadmills, they both typically ran together in silence or listening to music, sometimes Cabra could convince Seong to sing as he jogged to help him keep up his breath control. Cabra lowered his machine down to a walk so he didn't have to yell over the sound of the machine and their pounding feet, panting lightly he licked his lips and spoke, “It just isnt your time yet kid,” he shrugged, “I have been around a very long time and I never found anyone like that till just recently!” he teased and shoved the others shoulder a little throwing him off his tempo a bit. 

Cabrakan had Phobetor now, yes it was true that he loved Caca very dearly and he knew the bat god loved him, but that wasn’t the kind of love Moon Seong was talking about. That type of love was what he got from Phobetor, though the dark and beautiful nightmare god had his work which involved him sleeping with others for money, Phobetor had claimed ownership of Cabra like no one else ever had. “You kids these days want everything now, now, now, you just gotta be patient! Keep going on like you are, you are social enough that's for sure.” Cabra added in a teasing judging tone for the young influencer. 

Cabra hit stop on his machine and stood still and let it carry him off and he slipped over the edge, “Now, as for the bored part.” he announced as he moved up along side Seong and scooped the other up off the treadmill into a bear hug with his big sweaty arms. He set the younger on the ground cupped his face with both his hands and kissed him hard, on hand slipping from the younger mans face down his neck and arm to then wrap around behind him and pull the younger closer against him roughly. The kiss then parted and they were both panting, their breaths mixing, “That is something i can help you with right now.” Cabra purred with heavy eye contact, the hand on Seong’s face moving up to push his sweat dampened hair out of his face.  

[exmpxmuzen]

cont from here w/ @mpmoonseong ft muzen & moon 

Having perched himself quite happily on the young man’s waiting lap, Muzen’s fingers once more delve into his packet of sunflower seeds laced with the addictive lip-smacker salt crystals that his newest vessel seemed to be so taken with. As the god of honey he was quite used to having a sweet tooth, but this addiction to savouries and salt in particular was something new! He wonders how many other tastes this body enjoyed, that he had not before. Feeling the tap on his elbow Muzen glances around to his new seat, smiling as he’s asked to help reach his beer, before a thought strikes him. Who does this demigod remind him of? He mus know his god parent! 

So his amber gaze continues to scrutinise the man for a moment, before his strange behaviour is called into question. “Oh, I’m sorry... you just seem to remind me of someone”. He says before cheerily smiling with a shrug. “Beer was it?” He asks before glancing behind him to the mostly full beverage of gently bubbling caramel coloured liquid. Maybe his new body would enjoy that too! 

Eagerly he takes it with both hands, having set his packet aside and feeling quite thirsty after all the salt. Bringing it to his lips Muzen takes a hearty gulp, before peeling back with a scrunch of his nose and a “yuuk-!” No, he still doesn’t like beer. Sighing gently he shrugs, before glancing back to his seat-man with a lopsided smile. “New tongue, you see. I had to test to see if I liked it now... but I definitely don’t-” he explains before offering it out again. 

[exmpsveinn]

strangers on a bus ,,

@mpmoonseong

it’s a surprisingly warm day outside, and yet sveinn is still wearing his hoodie as he stands quite sternly on the bus. there aren’t many buses operating in the city, but there’s a select few going from one district to the other for the people who need a quick transport to the other side of town, pretty much. it’s one of these buses that he’s boarded, hands tucked into his pocket, earphones in his ears - though they’re hidden by the hood - and gaze fixed on oblivion.

except oblivion in reality is a person, and sveinn is seemingly staring them down ever since he got on the bus and took up his spot standing against the side. both his feet are planted solidly on the floor and no matter the turns, sudden breaks or accelerations the bus goes through, he stands unmoving with his gaze fixed on the same point - the same person.

his mind is elsewhere entirely, his mood not super great today, and the fact that the bus is almost packed doesn’t help either, people occasionally bumping into him. he kept a younger woman from falling earlier simply by being in the way and not budging even the slightest, and though she’d apologised profusely, he’d only shortly looked at her -pretty much a glare- before he’d gone back to staring down the complete stranger.

it’s not a good day. one he wishes was already over, really, but life is never that kind to him.