#mpbrigid

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“Come on pretty please~” she pouted her lips trying to give the bartender the biggest puppy eyes she could possibly do. “Just say the magical words, Brigid is my favorite goddess ever even if it is not true but it might be slightly true like I am one of your favorite celtic ones at least~! Come on, don’t break my heart like this Blair, you are my favorite bartender. I don’t even like this bar but I come in just for you…” before leaning forward whispering “and never tell Dionysus I said not a fan of this bar, it is just not my scene you know~” she gave her thumbs up before leaning back while her fingers tapped the bar counter.

Blair raised a brow at the strange, strange goddess in front of her. She had received many odd requests at work, some of the more crude variety whilst others were more innocent like Brigid’s, but it must have been the first time that anyone was so adamant. “Absolutely not,” she gave the slightest chuckle, a crack in her usually cool exterior, and shook her head, “I’ll have you know that I don’t lie for anyone, not unless I have something to gain.”

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  “I do not!” Dakota says defensively as he towel dries his hair some more. He had just gone swimming at the gym pool and it was chlorinated again earlier that day. He didn’t find it to be that bad but people had different levels of acceptable smells. He sniffs his shirt and wrinkles his nose slightly. Okay so maybe that wouldn’t do exactly but he could just shower at home again before he saw anyone else.

he looked at her with amusement. tilting his head to the side, he proudly stated “it’s hard not to be charmed by me. i mean, come on, i’m the handsome monkey king! super awesome, multi-talented and famous for a reason~.” leaning forward, his eyes lit up eagerly, curious of how he existed in her dreams. although, admittedly, he suspected that the dream about him most likely included meihua because they were an inseparable duo. plus, it’s meihua, you can’t help but love and have her in your dreams. that aside, he asked her. “so what dream was it, or else i’m going to assume some part of you really had feelings for me~.” “or did you miss me for that long?” he continued, monkey tail swishing around playfully. it was truly fun to play around like this, and the chinese deity always enjoyed interacting with brigid like so.“okay, but, for real. what did you dream about? did meihua appear too!?” his eyes shone with genuine interest, rocking on his heels in excitement. dreams were always such odd things, and he liked to hear how odd it can be.

@mpbrigid

Aislinn sits on a sturdy branch of one of the many trees near the Celtic apartments, one leg slung over it loosely, back leaning against the trunk. Her hands hold a book in place just above her lap, fingers of her left hand curling around the top, fingers of her right gently moving across the page as she reads.

“There’s a kind of white moth, I don’t know what kind, that glimmers by mid-May in the forest, just as the pink moccasin flowers are rising.

If you notice anything, It leads you to notice more and more.

And anyway I was so full of energy. I was always running around, looking at this and that.

If I stopped the pain was unbearable.

If I stopped and thought, maybe the world can’t be saved, the pain was unbearable.*”

When she finishes the poem, she peers down at the pages for a while longer, considering the words, considering the little twist at the end and the way that it makes her feel. Her thoughts automatically seem to go to her uncle Pan, the way he’s told her of the wilderness and how humanity has brought it to the brink of destruction.

What if the world can’t be saved?

Then she lifts her head to look at her aunt on a nearby branch, her brown eyes catching the glimmer of twilight through the canopy of leaves, the corners of her mouth turned slightly downwards. She doesn’t speak, though, instead she just waits to hear what Brigid thinks of this particular piece of poetry.

the victorious fighting buddha was one extremely well known for his combat. even back then, when he was so much younger and more inexperienced, he could beat most of heaven’s forces and proved his prowess. then he even went on the perilous journey to the west with only three ( four if you count yulong ) others to fight alongside him. he’s been fighting in many battles and have helped people out, never stopping going on adventures and only improving as the years gone by. he could win most fights, not lose in any disadvantageous situations, proceed to the impossible, and yet... there’s one fight, one battle, one war he seemed to never succeed in. with sweat dribbling down his chin, he looked at his opponent who once again was readying their strongest attack in their arsenal. he knew he was going to lose this, and before they used those eyes, he took out a hair and quickly duplicated himself—letting it morph into a blanket. quickly covering up his opponent with it and grabbing them in his arms, he rushed away. the action caused the other to let loose a shriek, and it did make him falter a bit but he needed to bring them to his ally before it was too late. with his amazing speed, he managed to find the one person who would be his biggest help. he called out for her, eyes wide and movement frantic “brig!! brig help!!” there were rare times when the monkey king asked for help, but finally unveiling his strongest enemy to date, revealing... meihua with puppy dog eyes. “i can’t say no to her! she wants ice cream again but she already had one cup!” his eyes were screwed shut, holding meihua out who only pouted and whined cutely. this in turn caused the god to whimper. “why, why must she be so cute!? why did i have to bless her with my genes!?” 

“When you sing a song like Bohemian Rhapsody, how can I not? That shit’s good as hell, everyone knows the words.”

While the two gods skated circles around the roller rink, Brigid had gotten the idea in her head to start singing apparently, and Dio sang along since he knew the words. But he had an idea that would be even better than singing a song a little too loud until all the kids were staring at you.

It took a lot to confuse Seshat unless she was absorbed in intricately cleaning an artifact. Which she was at that moment, the small golden statued sat comfortably in her white-gloved hands as she carefully cleaned the dust from its crevices. She lifted her gaze to meet whoever had strode up to her desk, their comment causing a furrow to form between her brows.

“Are you speaking about someone in particular Brigid?”