#mpxcyhiraeth

[mpxlupin]

A Myth Re-Imagined

@mpxcyhiraeth

Lupin, by now, had a few gods and goddess request his designs, whether something current or specifically designed for them. So, he no longer had any concern about these meetings, and when he had an appointment scheduled with the Celtic goddess, his first path had been to do some pre-emptive research. He still knew little of the gods and goddesses, and of those he did, they were all in his pantheon.

By the time Cyhiraeth arrived, he felt confident he had the slightest understanding of her. Yet, he had made no designs yet, wondering what she was looking for. Many deities seemed to be seeking a new identity lately.

Lost in his thoughts, the knock at his door had stirred him from his seat, and he went to it, opening it for the goddess. "Hello! I assume you are here for your appointment?"

[edenxmp]

Serenity

The hopeful start of great friendship with @mpxcyhiraeth

If there’s anything she could always rely on, it’s her abilities to hunt. She practically learned how to shoot an arrow before she figured out how to tie her own shoelaces. With years of experience and the consequent successes and misfortunes that came with the game, Eden also learned that it wasn’t always about the loot. Sometimes it felt nice to just experience the rush of the hunt. To challenge herself by purposely sabotaging the surroundings, sharpen her skills at a disadvantage, letting the rush of the hunt carry her steps. She wanted to prove to herself that while she can be deadly, she doesn’t have to be. 

The arrowhead buried itself into the ground just a breath away from the deer’s hoof, but she didn’t miss her goal. This day was too peaceful to bear sacrifices that don’t need to be made. With a smile, she watched the animal take off and disappear into the thicket of the forest, earning its rightful rest from their wicked game. Cotton-like clouds made way for sun rays that were only partially obscured by trees and leaves, peppering the ground with light spots.

Eden slung the bow over her shoulder and walked over to collect the other half of her weapon, the reflection of the sun against water momentarily blinding her when she bent down to pull it out. She was already moving again when eyes shifted towards the direction of the light. Behind bushes and branches, she could make out sunlight dancing atop water. While she’s been in the forest multiple times already, this particular section was still foreign to her, and she never knew there was—a river? A lake? Maybe even just an oversized puddle. Light steps carried her towards the source and when she was just a few steps away from—what she now knew as—the riverbank, her gaze focused on the woman hugged by water. 

The demigoddess didn’t recognize her. They certainly never talked, and she was sure she would’ve memorized the beauty in her face if she’d seen her before. With how serene she looked, it wouldn’t surprise her if she was a goddess. It showed in the way she seemed at peace yet fearless of what might be beyond the trees they could see. Only someone unafraid of death and burdened by immortality would look past the threats that scurried through the forest.

Her train of thought was broken only by manners that reminded her not to stare.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Eden emphasized the action of averting her eyes by additionally turning her head, as if it would undo the stolen glances at the stranger. “Am I interrupting?”

[mpxcassandra]

Riverside Slice

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Cassandra had promised her sisters that she would figure out some new, cool magic trick for them to perform at their first concert for their upcoming album. While Cass reasoned that this might be a mistake, especially as considered herself the weakest witch of the triplets, she had no chance but to follow through. There were few people in the world that she hated to disappoint, and Charlotte and Claire made that list.

So having been nearby a river, deep in the forest, she had settled down, chanting incantations from her little spell book. Cassandra had thought she was doing well. Some light sparkles and some faux smoke. It looked perfect until she read one word wrong, and she found her arm attacked by a glimmer of light. Falling backwards, she landed just a foot from the outside of the river, a strong burn shooting pain through her body making her completely unaware of the new presence.

[maibeemp]

The Runaway Quill

With @mpxcyhiraeth

Mai's heart raced as she frantically searched her apartment, turning it upside down in her desperate quest to find Cactus. The controlled chaos that's usually the aesthetic of Mai's apartment had turned into actual chaos.

"Cactus! Cactus, where are you?" she called out, her voice trembling with worry. She felt bloomin' stupid she had left the door open for just a moment. He might've gotten out in that brief lapse. But since nothing was certain she quickly closed the door and started her search in the apartment itself, in case Cactus hadn't escaped.

Tears welled up in the Celt's eyes as she imagined her little hedgehog alone and scared in an unfamiliar place. She knew how much he depended on her for care and comfort, and the guilt gnawed at her.

Mai checked every nook and cranny of her apartment, lifting cushions, peering under furniture, and even checking her closet. She called out his name over and over, hoping for a telltale rustling of quills or a faint squeak in response.

Time seemed to stretch as she continued her frantic search, her heart sinking with each passing minute. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Cactus, the one constant source of joy and comfort in her life.

After the young woman was sure her beloved quilled companion had left her apartment, she made her way through the halls of the building, calling his name over and over. At this point she didn't care it was getting late. She needed to find him.

Oh gosh, I'm such a bad mom...

"Cactus! Cactus, please," she hiccuped, crying and on the verge of hyperventilation. "I know you miss France, but this is our life now! Cactus, please come back!"

She made her way through every story of the building until she got to the lobby. There was where she finally let all of it out. Tears streaming down her rosy cheeks.

What if I've lost him for real this time?

[mpxtheodora]

a wild strand.

ft. Cyhiraeth ( @mpxcyhiraeth ) & Theodora | continued from here.

Archivists and librarians are to historians what superheroes are to children: the coolest people out there. Not only did they know the library and archive where they worked like the palm of their hand, but they also knew pretty much each book existed and where to find them. If Theodora didn't know the effort they'd put into their work, she'd call it wizardry. Hence the first rule of the History club: one should always be nice to archivists and librarians.

"Just a smidge," Theodora reassured, brushing away the last evidence of dust. "And done."

The young historian took a step back and clasped her hands behind her back, allowing the archivist to go on with her job. Personal space was something very, er...personal. Theodora did not want to intrude.

"I was told that some of them don't mind the dust and that it helps with preserving them. But I also heard that you need to keep the environment they're in at the right temperature, otherwise, they'll get damaged rather quickly." She was a sucker for antique objects to the point her mom had to sweet talk her out of antique shops more than once. "What kind of things did you see?" A rare book? A century-old ink pen? A magical wardrobe that grants you passage to another world?