Divine Sugar

   When he received a smile back from the gentle faced blonde man, he returned it tenfold, while his mind ran through the thousands of drinks he liked. “You know, there’s so many it’s hard to choose. But I would say a real light mimosa. Gets me ten times more giggly than I already am. Which.. arguably could be a bad thing.” Without thought of personal space, as he very much didn’t have, his index finger and thumb wrapped around his new aquantance’s wrist, pulling him skillfully through the crowd. 

  A million and one, ‘sorry,’ ‘excuse us’ ‘Thank you my bad’s later, they made it to where he saw a few drinks at least. “If I get too much, don’t be afraid to shut me the fuck up. I tend to ramble, and also gain eyes because i can be too loud when I’m excited.” And there he went, rambling again, talking too much about himself because he was always worried he came off as too much. Which made him come off that way even more. But everyone had their flaws, right?

   “What would you like to drink? I’ll get you one if you’ll let me.” His eyes were warm, smile inviting, and his tone gentle as he asked. Jackson sure didn’t want to impose, but he really wanted to buy him a nice drink if he could.     But before he could go any further his eyes grew wider than when he realized he had gotten the apartment here. “Oh my god I am so sorry, cutie i.. well I did not get your name, did I?” He pouted at himself, wanting to slap his own head for being so uncaring. And then slap himself for calling him a cutie.     

    change gendered language to your needs.  ♡

As he walks he does see a couple familiar and friendly faces, eventually stopping to talk to a regular that comes through Siren’s Song often when he accidentally steps back into someone else. It was a light bump but it was enough for JJ to turn around to face the man wanting to apologize. 

Take it back to where it all started >:)

He was all smiles as he spoke, his electric personality lighting up the whole space. “Oh you’re more than on. You can go first since I’m a nice guy here~ I’d love for you to try and beat me.” His tone purred playfully through the air as he waited for Chani to go first, his mind swirling with excitement when he got a bit ahead of his own mind, simply daydreaming about all the sweets he could get later when they eat. Oh did he want some sweets..

Jackson craved the moments where he felt most comfortable, where he could joke around and be his outgoing self, no care in the world of acting any weird way. He liked this feeling because it reminded him so much of his time with his mom. She was the brightest star in his galaxy of life, her shine never dulled. Not even in her last moments. She was still the most beautiful woman inside and out to Jackson.  When he did anything, he did it thinking of how she would handle it.

So in this moment he wanted to play for her, not win, just play with every ounce of kindness in him. Jackson reached out with gentle hands, his legs wide as he squatted into a very stable position, pulling out one of the side pieces at the very bottom. He was so stable with it, so poise with it but at the very last corner the whole jenga tower fell over his body. “well fuck.” He just sat down, jenga blocks all around him, his pout pushed out so far. “I owe you Mochi.” He laughed after though, a bright soft laugh that showed he really didn’t mind. To be honest, Jackson was excited to get Chani something.

“Yah hurry up and take your turn so we can get on with this! Either way, we are going to be eating something yummy after.” Chani just laughs carelessly when Jackson shakes him playfully. He did really love playing with Jackson because it had him forget about the things that were going on in his day to day life. There was just something about the older that felt like they could just play and be best friends. Not care about anything and just the moment that they were in right now. 

It was nice to be able to think that way for the moment. 

starter for @mp-jacksonx ft muzen and jackson 

With a scuff of chunky trainers across the old libraries worn wooden floors, Muzen shuffles closer to the edge of the bookcase currently secluding him, before with a blink of wide, amber eyes he bends forward to peek past it’s edge to watch the demigod reading leisurely a few tables away. 

“Whoa-” he coos softly to himself, almost stamping in excitement, small fists curled with the bubbling energy of it, as his eyes scan over his son. Muzen knew of his existence, he had been deliberate, but this was his first time seeing him. The god is overwhelmed with how cool his boy looked! He’s tall and handsome, with such lovely tan skin - a real son to be proud of! Of course Muzen had changed since travelling to the mortal world to create him. Not long after, he had changed vessels, as the insect god was periodically required to do, but his boy bore the hallmarks of his last vessel… and those seemed to be in direct contrast to this one! Looking more like a middle schooler now it was unfathomable that this marshmallow would be looking in on his adult son. 

“So cool!” Muzen mutters to himself as his eyes glance from big hands to the book cover he’s currently delving into and it looks like a horror! So brave, he internally gushes. Such a fine son. 

Thinking for a moment on his best to approach his son, as a stranger so he can fully appreciate his character, Muzen disappears behind the shelf again, bouncing a finger on his bottom lip as he considers his options. This vessel had not been deliberate, they never are. Merely like an insect shedding it’s skin to grow, the god of honey is forced to change his exterior every hundred years or so… but it does have it’s advantages. 

for @mp-jacksonx continued from here

It’s not that Yuta actively goes out looking for trouble. Much like his new friend Seonghwa the Japanese man ends up at the wrong place at the wrong time. That’s just how life goes really, and the demigod always tries to be ready for it when he can. At least it keeps things interesting!

Last night was a little different though, Yuta hopes that he would not have to run into something like this. Some people were really just so messed up. “Yeah, really.” he nods looking a little wary. Seeing that the man in his bed was in some pain the ice prince stands up from his kneeling position at the side of the bed and digs into his nightstand for some pain relief. “I found you just before you passed out in some random guy’s arms.” he tries to explain carefully handing over the pair of pills and the water bottle wet with condensation already just from being in the man’s hand. 

The white-haired man stood there awkwardly in just a tank top and his sweats which seemed very weird when the man’s apartment was so cold but it was easy to see the tattoos he had in such an outfit. 

“I mean I’m definitely not the best at handling my drinks, but I’m not too much of a leightweight where it only takes two.. And I normally don’t get really fucked up.” It was true, he never let himself get too messed up, he always stopped at that 7 drink mark so he never tipped over the edge too far. So it had to mean that someone had pulled something slimy.

“I can help you cook.. Or I’ll wash the dishes if you do. But breakfast dows sound really nice.. and.. I promise I’ll wash your clothes.” When he looked down he saw fabric he didn’t know, but it was incredibly comfortable and he would definitely give it back before the day was up. “I think.. No hospital.” A shiver rolls up his whole body, and not because of the temperature even though it was quite cold. He hated hospitals, he spent too much time staring at those walls and those walls only made him think of his mother. Normally he liked anything that reminded him of her, but in that case, it wasn’t good memories.

Yuta stays quiet and gives the other all of his attention when he listens to his thoughts. He’s not surprised that the other let his guard down. Maybe it was just him that’s well aware of how people can be is the same as how the divine can be. The only thing that seems to separate them from each other is their powers.

❥   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍     [   𝐀   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ]  .

designed  for  muses  with  a  bit  of  unresolved  tension between  them ,   but  can  be  used  for  any  circumstances you  see  fit !!  

my muse = reblogger your muse = sender

♡   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄  :    add   ‘  + 🔁  ’   to  reverse  the  roles .

📖  :    my  muse  discovers  your  muse  reading  a  diary  entry  that  my  muse  wrote  about  yours .

💅  :    your  muse  paints  my  muse’s  nails .

🚿  :    my  muse  accidentally  moans  while  your  muse  washes  their  hair .

👕  :    your  muse  helps  my  muse  get  dressed  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🛏️  :    our  muses  are  forced  by  circumstance  to  share  a  bed  for  the  night .

🧼  :    your  muse  bathes  mine  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🙏  :    our  muses’  hands  brush  as  they  walk  side  by  side .

💢  :    your  muse  picks  mine  up   &   carries  them  over  their  shoulder .

👁️  :    your  muse  is  watching  mine  sleep ,   when  my  muse  suddenly  wakes  up   &   catches  them .

🚬  :    my  muse  steals  a  cigarette   (   or lollipop   )   from  your  muse   &   puts  it  in  their  mouth .

🎐  :    our  muses  slow  dance  together .

🧦  :    your  muse  walks  in  on  my  muse  changing  clothes .

🎀  :   your  muse  brushes  my  muse’s  hair .

💍  :    our  muses  are  mistaken  for  a  couple  by  someone  else .

👔  :    your  muse  notices  that  my  muse’s  shirt  is  open   &   goes  to  ‘  fix  it  ’ .

👗  :    my  muse  sees  yours  all  dressed  up .

🪑  :    my  muse  is   ‘  forced  ’   to  sit  on  your  muse’s  lap   (   due  to  a  lack  of  chairs ,   faulty seatbelt ,  etc .   )

Take it back to where it all started >:)

He was all smiles as he spoke, his electric personality lighting up the whole space. “Oh you’re more than on. You can go first since I’m a nice guy here~ I’d love for you to try and beat me.” His tone purred playfully through the air as he waited for Chani to go first, his mind swirling with excitement when he got a bit ahead of his own mind, simply daydreaming about all the sweets he could get later when they eat. Oh did he want some sweets..

That’s why every time Chani pulled out a block, he clapped so hard his hands were red, cheering for him like he wasn’t supposed to be beating him. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t still playful, “How are you beating me huh? I’m gonna have to jump real hard while you pick your next piece so i can win and get that mochi you are talking about..” He paused, looking Chani dead in the eye with a serious face, then he whispered, “Because I want that shit.”

Such a serious face on Jackson’s face is so different compared to his infectious smile but despite the duality of it he still knows that the older is just messing with him playfully. “It’s not my fault I got steady hands, hyung.” he chuckles pulling out another block from the side this time, gently nudging it out and setting it on the top. 

Jackson craved the moments where he felt most comfortable, where he could joke around and be his outgoing self, no care in the world of acting any weird way. He liked this feeling because it reminded him so much of his time with his mom. She was the brightest star in his galaxy of life, her shine never dulled. Not even in her last moments. She was still the most beautiful woman inside and out to Jackson.  When he did anything, he did it thinking of how she would handle it. 

for @mp-jacksonx continued from here

It’s not that Yuta actively goes out looking for trouble. Much like his new friend Seonghwa the Japanese man ends up at the wrong place at the wrong time. That’s just how life goes really, and the demigod always tries to be ready for it when he can. At least it keeps things interesting!

Last night was a little different though, Yuta hopes that he would not have to run into something like this. Some people were really just so messed up. “Yeah, really.” he nods looking a little wary. Seeing that the man in his bed was in some pain the ice prince stands up from his kneeling position at the side of the bed and digs into his nightstand for some pain relief. “I found you just before you passed out in some random guy’s arms.” he tries to explain carefully handing over the pair of pills and the water bottle wet with condensation already just from being in the man’s hand. 

The white-haired man stood there awkwardly in just a tank top and his sweats which seemed very weird when the man’s apartment was so cold but it was easy to see the tattoos he had in such an outfit. 

“Random guy?” He tried his hardest to think of a face that was familiar from last night but he saw nothing. The only think he could see were the pills and water this mystery man was holding out to him. It wasn’t even until then that he noticed he was fully bundled up in the blankets on this man’s bed, his arm having to snake itself out. The pills should have been an easy swallow but for some reason they got caught on his dry throat.

It took a second too long but when Yuta was going back over the information the guy gave him on how much he had to drink his eyes narrowed. “Do you usually get drunk off of two drinks? Or blackout? I can only assume you know how to drink well if you’re walking into a bar alone.”  That would have been the worst if what he’s assuming is correct. What kind of sleazeball needs to drug another’s drink just to get what they want? Yuta didn’t like it one bit and it had him a little paranoid of his new friends and little brother he’s met on the island. 

“I mean I’m definitely not the best at handling my drinks, but I’m not too much of a leightweight where it only takes two.. And I normally don’t get really fucked up.” It was true, he never let himself get too messed up, he always stopped at that 7 drink mark so he never tipped over the edge too far. So it had to mean that someone had pulled something slimy. 

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“  let’s go home.  ” “  um,  excuse me?  ” “  you broke it.  ” “  need a hand?  ” “  please,  help me.  ” “  i missed you.  ” “  i’m not sorry.  ” “  tell the truth.  ” “  what happened here?  ” “  got a minute?  ” “  life’s a bitch.  ” “  you’ve done enough.  ” “  i’m still learning.  ” “  don’t touch me.  ” “  was that you?  ” “  there’s no god.  ” “  you deserve better.  ” “  you’re a saint.  ” “  you are enough.  ” “  maybe you’re right.  ” “  this will pass.  ” “  you complete me.  ” “  you got this.  ”

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

“  don’t be so dramatic.  ” “  no guts,  no glory.  ” “  i’m calling for help.  ” “  run away with me.  ” “  it’s always been you.  ” “  some things take time.  ” “  you’re being awfully quiet.  ” “  please don’t hurt me.  ” “  snap out of it.  ” “  did you miss me?  ” “  how do i look?  ” “  i wanna get better.  ” “  whatever floats your boat.  ” “  i’ll love you always.  ” “  what are you waiting for?  ” “  at least i tried.  ” “  give me a kiss.  ” “  what’s the fucking point?  ” “  god,  i love you.  ” “  i’m doing my best.  ” “  i waited for you.  ” “  you woke me up.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ”

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

Jackson didn’t pay any mind to how timid Hanhwa was acting; which could have been a good or an equally as bad of a thing. Truly, he was never malicious when he acted this way, he just simply thought not to treat anyone differently because of certain behaviours and things people can’t help. Everyone was on the same level, no matter what you have going on. 

“Oh no, don’t worry about it! They helped me a lot so I think for you it’ll be the same!” Another bright smile in and he was determined to make Hanhwa know that he did deserve things like these, and that he would be willing to help him until he genuinely didn’t need it anymore. It was embedded into his core to help. To show the world the happiness they deserved and he would always strive to make people understand. Beauty was for everyone. Even the damned.

“Trust me, it’s really going to help. You’ll want it~ Oh! And that reminds me,” His ringed fingers looked through the pages, pulling out a book from his bag that had way too many copies of paper stuffed inside. There were pages he had copied that matched the ones in the book, so he could trace on them and write, and practice like he was actually getting homework. “I made these so you didn’t have to write it all out yourself.. But I will be making sure you practice! It’s basically my life long goal now to get you more literate than me.” He was absolutely serious, as well, his mind already having plans for lessons way in the future. 

          He doesn’t know if it was possible for someone to smile at him like Jackson did. It feels genuine, at least, which confuses him a little bit but he decided to just leave another question asking ‘why’ inside him. One of his coworkers told him he was a little bit pessimistic, though he’s not sure what that word means either. “Okay,” nodded slowly, trying to process Jackson’s words and encouragement. 

          Though it might not mean anything, Hanhwa likes it when people speak softly to him. It feels nice, which is the feeling he rarely got. He hoped that he’s able to feel nice, though he knows that if he hangs around Jackson he’ll get that feeling. “There’s so many…” he muttered, looking back and forth from the copies of papers Jackson has provided for him. Though he might not be able to read the words properly, the pictures on the copied papers tell him enough that the other made more copies than needed. 

“Treat other’s how you want to be treated, Jacky. Always, do you hear momma?” Her voice was clear then.. not filled with the deep cough that started to chip away at her throat. Her words will stick with him until he’s gone.