#mpxarawn

With @mpxarawn

It was most unusual for the young poet. All of it. Being late was one thing, as they always liked to talk to their professor about the new books they've read or a poem they wrote. But, albeit 5 minutes, they were late nonetheless. It wasn't the first time they were late, but it was at the very least notable. Especially as it happened more and more frequently.

The demigod's messy hair was tucked inside a warm hoodie. Their eyes puffy and their face paler than usual, Ezra didn't even wish the Celtic God good morning and, as quietly as possible as to not desturb the class even more, moved to the back of the class.

Boo!

with Uncle @mpxarawn

What to gift a Death God?

That was a question that had followed Mai for days. Assuming the man already had everything, the young demigoddess decided not to buy her uncle anything. She'd make something instead.

With her creativity and being a jack of all trades, this was still easier said than done. Mai knew nothing more about Arawn than whatever anyone can find on the internet or in books. Embarrassing, really.

But for her first meeting with her uncle, she couldn't come empty handed. Well, she could, but, where's the fun in that? Inspiration struck her when she walked around the craft store during spooky season. She purchased all the materials she needed to make a very spooky planter.

With the planter made, an aloe plant potted and wrapped in cute discounted Halloween wrapping paper, she headed to the university, hoping her uncle had some time for her in his busy schedule.

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The festival was bustling and he didn’t expect such a display the day after arriving to this place, the place said to house someone claiming to be his father. His real one. Huachang slowly paced not exactly one to venture into crowds, actively avoided to when he could, but he had to push through to find this man, The letter was vague, in a very literal sense.. 

“Dear Child, 

I am sorry I was not able to discover you sooner but I have given this letter to someone to keep until the day you are ready to learn the truth, that you are in fact not like others. When the time is right find me at Mount Phoenix, look for a beautiful blonde man with high elite authority. I will be waiting. 

A”

 It barley had a description he could actually use, there were so many people with those very details wandering around at the moment.. how would he ever find the man? Either way his attempts to stay on the outer edge of the floods of people proved it difficult to see enough people to pick out said person, whoever they were. Step after step anxiety reach his limbs urging Huachang to inhale deep breaths in order to keep from being triggered to severely. For a while no one was quite right, or if they were Huachang had no idea, ready to give up and call it a day being as the crowd had been growing. It was then he heard something that peaked his interest. The talk of an elite moving about the crowds, another greeting said person and when the lad in blue turned he saw a blonde man in the distance. 

W/ @mpxarawn

T’is the season of giving, so when Vulpe received an invite to a Holiday Auction, of course the demigod went and gave. It was time to do some good with the money his “parents” gave him, even though it would’ve disappoint both of them if they saw him bid on a spa day for a pet he didn’t own or a year supply of coffee.

That was the item he was bidding on at the moment and soon found himself in a bidding war with one of the other attendants; one he could only guess was a god, as he seemed to have no problem spending thousands of dollars on coffee. Either that or the stranger was just as irresponsible with money as he was.

Vulpe knew he couldn’t outbid a literal god. Honestly, he didn’t even care much for the coffee and at this point he could just pay for the coffee like any regular customer. But who’d he be if not a brat. So he kept bidding to drive the price up. It was for charity after all.

His exterior was calm each time he raised his sign, but on the inside he was just praying the god would not just suddenly stop bidding as the price was already up to 2.5 million and the snow fox had no desire to spend that much money on one cup of coffee every day for a year. He was a big spender in his every day life, yes, but with that kind of money, he could buy the coffee shop, he was sure.

Even though every part of him, screamed to stop bidding, Vulpe’s sign went up one more time, rounding up the price at 3 million. Surely the other would not stop bidding now, right? Right?

But then, nothing happened. The man did not raise his sign and the whole venue went quiet. You could hear a pin drop. Vulpe’s heart was in his throat and his ears started ringing. How what this possible…

“Going once...”

The voice of his dad echoed in his head, calling him an idiot, a waste of space. The demigod should’ve listened to his gut. He should’ve quit while he was ahead. And now he’d be out 3 million dollars. For coffee…

“Going twice…”

“It’s for charity. It’s fine, it’s for charity…” Vulpe whispered to himself in a panic. Three million dollars was a lot of money for any regular man, but he could miss it, he told himself. In fact, he could probably miss a little more, he finally tried to convince himself. That didn’t take away from the fact he felt incredibly stupid.

@mpxarawn

If his heartbeat got any louder, Maxim was sure it could be mistaken for a drum. He hated this. All of it. The fact that his adoptive parents weren’t among the living, wasn’t his fault. At least, nobody could prove that it was. That’s not to say that they didn’t try. In fact, that’s how this whole mess started in the first place. He knew they couldn’t prove it, no matter how hard they’d search for evidence—the entire investigation was pointless. And because he knew that it was, he didn’t really see a point in waiting for it to end, denied visa or not. 

His eyes shot up to the door in front of him. Oh, how he hoped that whoever it was, was gullible. Maxim never asked for help-he was either in a position where he could demand it or do it himself entirely. But no matter how much he researched or looked at the damned form, he couldn’t find a way to do approve of it, legality aside. A heavy sigh escaped his scuffed lips, worn down by his nervous habit of biting it. Now or never.

The two knocks on the door sounded too rushed and too anxious for his liking but he didn’t have the patience to wait for a response. The door swung open and there he was. In an attempt to seem at least somewhat approachable, Maxim masked his emotions with a sort of sorrowful smile and placed the pre-filled application onto the desk.

For @mpxarawn

Aphrodite was naturally drawn to beauty (and most of the time, beauty naturally drawn to her) so it made sense why she had been unable to tear her eyes from Arawn for the past ten minutes. She’d just entered the establishment with the intention of ordering a cocktail or two, but found herself thirsty for a little something else. With all the confidence that came from being the Goddess of Love, she approached the object of (that night’s) desire - a heavenly radiance to her soft skin, her silken dress wrapping her curves in the most delectable manner and the faint hint of roses following her; the passive charm that drew in people’s affections.

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The last week had finally paid off. Paperwork, organising her resources and teaching plans were a strain in her brain to the point she wouldn’t properly sleep. Not of stress, but of enthusiasm. Amidst everything she was, Hecate was loyal to her magic and nature. Above anything else, she was a Goddess and blessing others with her knowledge or power came naturally. That is, if people would be willing to learn and be patient.

Irony struck at the most inconvenient time, as she preached about patience, the goddess lacked such tolerance if the scenario would be rather unnerving. The very first day she would have a class to teach, Hecate would end up getting completely lost within the many corridors of Phoenix University. Every corner and turn were a copy of the previous she’d walk by and the students she’d encounter were of no help whatsoever. Perhaps due to the purple flames that would emanate from the tip of her fingers, or whaling spirits surrounding her?

@mpxarawn​

Diana was feeling rather nervous as she walked through the halls of the humanities building, a large stack of exam booklets held tightly in her arms. Even though she had been at this whole grad school thing for a while now, the professor she was assisting still sort of intimidated her. A lot. Not that that was entirely surprising, since most of the gods were intimidating- but Arawn’s whole look did little to dull that intimidation factor.