#setxmp

[dakotaxmp]

Livin’ (I like it) - ‘Kota//Set

Save the child, because he can’t save himself. @setxmp

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  ‘Fuck true love.’ Set says to him.

 God, mood. Dakota laughs bitterly as he rolls his eyes and sizes up whether or not he could, in fact, find a way to hold his tequila bottle and manage to piss in the snow without much more notice then the god at his side. Nah, he reasons to himself, someone would notice because he might fall right now. He’s been drinking a lot lately and the holiday was only a mask to cover the problem he’s hiding. The demigod wobbles unsteady and holds his bottle tighter to him.

  The mercy of Set’s arm finds him though and keeps him from collapsing in more ways than one and he’s thankful. Turning a lazily grin to the god as he suggests they go back to his place and do a little “living” there Dakota chuckles. Bringing one hand up, the free one, he pats the security of the god’s chest and grounds himself a little. “Oooo, you look so good when there are three of you like that.”

  Moving makes his head swim a little and he grips the front of Set’s shirt a little. “Hey, hey wait a second- tell your twin to move his shoes because I’m finna--”

  And gracelessly, Dakota vomits. 

[mperosx]

❛❛ I swear to god, if you give me a ‘dick-in-a-box’ for Christmas again- ❜❜

--*

  Eros looks utterly affronted.

   “How dare you deny me life’s simplest of pleasures?” he pouts dramatically. He had it planned out and everything! It was his very favorite yearly prank to pull on someone and Set had, in their your years enjoyed the gift immensely.

  “Don’t you want my love gun?”

[aphroditexmp]

Twenty nine | Aphro & Set

For @setxmp

Aphrodite loved the twenties; all glamour and parties, and irresponsible behavior. Thinking back, she realized how long it had been since she last met Set - the Egyptian God of Chaos who she had adored all of those years ago. She had always liked the bad boys, and finding one who was as eager as her to mess around with the mortals was the best part.

1929 - the last laugh that she and Set had had together. They spent the days in a hedonistic haze, thrilled by the pleasures that the mortal world could provide them, and then ended the fling by watching it all crash and burn around them. The mortals were in such ruin after the incident that they even gave it a name - something about a crashing wall.

“Set, Darling, are you in?” Aphrodite’s sweet voice was the same as always, entering the tattoo parlors followed by the lingering scent of roses. She wore a long gown, flowing behind her and a little dramatic for so early in the afternoon, with a long slit that ran up her leg to reveal a pale, soft thigh. The delicate skin almost shimmered in the light and, just peeking over her shoes, was a delicate dove tattooed to her ankle. Set would be familiar with it. “I know that it’s been a while, but I do expect a proper greeting.”