mind-the-minthe

[mind-the-minthe]

That soft smile was back, adoration clearly clouding any sense of reality he had left. This was like Charon, awkward in the space he held yet still demanding to know far more than his share, and Minthe was happy to feed that greed. “Their company already paid for it and that is a GIGANTIC waste of food. Not to mention the time the staff put in to prepare it. I’d feel guilty, simple as that.”

Swiftly with the elegance and poise of a man who has done this many times before he linked arms with the god and guided him out into the hallway, clicking off the dressing room lights before they left, “Now sweetheart, tell me about yourself. I’m sure you know plenty about me from the complaints in my file stating how nosy of a passenger I am,” he winked at the other and settled comfortably against his arm as they strolled in to the foyer, waving at the director as they walked past. With a poorly hidden grimace he whispered, “I hate that man- Tell me everything. How’s your family? Do you have siblings? What’s your favorite food? Favorite color? How do you take your coffee? Humor me.”

The two made it to the car as Minthe finished talking and he nonchalantly slid into the passenger seat, “I don’t like sitting in the back, it feels so…impersonal.”

mind-the-minthe​:

No, no, this was Charon! His ferryman! Who…didn’t remember him. He had been in Athens long enough to realize that the curse had been more affective on some compared to others but why did it have to be him? Why did the fates continue to punish him, wasn’t being torn apart by vines enough? No, he had to continue to suffer.

Thank the gods he was an actor or the awkward silence would have been filled with him having a complete breakdown, “No need, I was running late too,” a lie “Have some water you look a bit rough.” He pressed a cold bottle into Charon- Garrett’s empty hand, being careful not to brush against bare skin knowing his self control was hanging on by a thread…Which didn’t take long to snap. He needed to touch, needed to know that the person standing before him was real, lack of memories or not. So, he reached out and messed with the man’s coat angling it perfectly on his body, but that wasn’t enough. Carefully he reached up and brushed loose strands of hair out of Garrett’s face as a fond smile found its way onto his lips, “There, perfect-“ he turned around to pick up his things suddenly embarrassed after remembering just who they were- two strangers- a celebrity and his chauffeur, “I’ll send you a pdf the addresses I usually go to later. Let’s head to your car now, the restaurant I have a reservation at is twenty-five miles away, sorry about that sweetheart. No matter how much I begged they wouldn’t move it somewhere closer and then- and then they had the audacity to cancel on my last minute saying they were meeting with a more popular actor. Like, thank you, cause that didn’t tank my self confidence.” He was rambling, he was nervous.

Celebrities are a kind of their own, Garrett remembered hearing from his father. But he was fairly certain this piece of invented wisdom was spoken with fondness as his father swooned over his Hollywood wife. In no way could the man have predicted his oldest son would find himself frozen in place while a singer-songwriter fixed his hair and patted him down like a worried mother. Nobody would ever mistake him for a social person, but even he knew this was a level of intimacy beyond strangers.

Uncomfortable with how comfortable he felt, Garrett took a long step back, putting enough space between them that he could clear his head. “Cancelled? Then why are you going, if I may ask?” He grimaced at his own curiosity. Just because the rich man started it didn’t mean he could overstep his boundaries!

#up an octave//interactions #me getting muse at 4am yea

[mind-the-minthe]

“I beg to differ pup, green was my color for centuries,” although Cerberus was no longer furry she still had her bite and as much as that little voice in his head screamed for him to run he had always been attracted to the danger, “Would you believe me if I said I got lost?- You should, because I did. I just so haaappened to come across the bar since it was the only familiar place in the area.” She was partially right. He only knew what the bar looked like because he had staked it out multiple times before, but he believed he was justified in his actions. When someone came back from the dead they held A LOT of grudges.

“Of course, but only if you join me,” He locked arms with the bouncer and placed his head on her shoulder, “I really missed you, you were my only friend in the underworld for such a long time.”

mind-the-minthe​:

He had been hovering around the club debating whether or not to go in when a familiar face came out dragging a man behind her. In the back of his mind Dimetre knew it would be bad publicity if he was caught watching in amusement as this woman beat up a drunkard outside a club, but he was easily swayed by his sadistic curiosity. He could only puff out an exasperated laugh when Cerberus spoke to the disappearing crowd, taking a step closer and tipping his sunglasses- which did little to hide his identity- down, “He still has you working like a dog, shit still stinks, huh? Even as a mortal you have no agency? Cut the leash, puppy.”

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          Cerberus frowned because why did everyone think Hades would approve of her actions? Of course he would assume that though, considering who he was and who he most certainly was not. It was all rather boring to Cerberus though, the nonsense love was causing in getting everyone back on track. “Envy is an ugly colour on you, Minthe” Cerberus responded, kicking the man on the ground with one of her boots, stepping over them to close the short distance between the two. “I thought you’d moved on, now you’re here, at his club, attempting to insult him and it’s not working because I don’t care for agency, I don’t care for being a mortal. Give me back my three fucking heads and put a leash on each one.”

           Cerberus, or Celine as all the mortals inside knew her as, wasn’t actually upset though, more intrigued as to why Dimetre was there. “VIP Booth is free tonight, he’s not around, you want to come in?”

#up an octave//interactions #A bit of assumed connections #Minthe 100% went crying to Cerberus a lot #he thought that was his puppy and he was DOWN to steal her #but sadly too big…

[mind-the-minthe]

Minthe: Dimetre. And what should I call you ‘not so charismatic’ stranger?

Minthe: That was the first thing I did. ‘To toss a salad’, unless it’s a euphemism for being gay, then right of the nose my dear.

mind-the-minthe​:

Minthe: Yes, but this is a wonderful way to make friends, isn’t it? Minthe: You’re going to keep secrets from your new buddy? How rude. I’m rethinking this friendship. 

hermes: i guess so. it would be more helpful if i had your name hermes: google it, it wouldn’t be much of a secret otherwise.

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[mind-the-minthe]

luckyhermes​:

hermes: oh shit, do i? hermes: it’s actually british slang hermes: probably shouldn’t tell you want it means tho

Minthe: Yes, but this is a wonderful way to make friends, isn’t it? Minthe: You’re going to keep secrets from your new buddy? How rude. I’m rethinking this friendship. 

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[mind-the-minthe]

Minthe: Uh, I think you have the wrong number babe.

Minthe: What does ‘tosser’ mean? Like, I toss pizza or a ball? I’m aware it’s probably an insult but…

hermes & minthe || texts

hermes: what the fuck you want, tosser?

hermes: i'm busy here

#Up end Octave//Interactions #this was just a plow to get a text thread with you

[mind-the-minthe]

Text//Minthe and Nemesis

@worstnemesis

Minthe, 2am: “I cannot fucking believe you would do this. Are we not friends? Does the time we spent together mean nothing to you?”

Minthe, 2:02am: “You’re worse than Persephone and she turned me into a fucking plant. A PLANT, Nemesis. You know my past with him, I know your past with him, we hate him…we BONDED over our hatred for him. I am so mad- no- I am LIVID. Do not text me. Do not call me. Blocked.”

#Up and Octave//Interactions #I somehow did this wrong

[mind-the-minthe]

He quirked an eyebrow as he pressed the overly sweet cup of coffee into her hands, “Why would they ask you for help?- Not trying to imply anything about your ability to be a good little helper, but the gods don’t give a fuck about us. If one of them decided to stroll up over here the best bet for us would be to run, regardless of what they know.” He beckoned her over to start the photo shoot, quickly getting into character while keeping the spite on the top of his tongue, “There are good ones, sure, but betrayal is ripe among the Olympians.”

mind-the-minthe​:

Dimetre rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his hip, amused by this fake little ruse the gorgon was playing, “Honey, we both came to the same end by rotten brothers, you don’t have to lie to me. And if we’re going to be working together we should kickstart this bond as soon as possible.” He held out a latte, swirling it in front of her face, “I know we can run off of spite alone but caffeine tends to help.”

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Maddie dropped her carefully friendly smile with a roll of her eyes. “Alright, fine. But you can’t blame a girl for keeping it quiet. If they know I know, gods forbid, they might want me to help them.” The very thought seemed to disgruntle her. “I find spite quite energetic, thank you. But I could go for a coffee, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

#Up and Octave//Interactions

[mind-the-minthe]

Send my character a ‘☕️ + [a name or a couple]’ for their honest opinion of that person or couple. 

#ask meme #had to pick my most sassy muse #Karzon doesn’t remember shit so all his answers would be #“who???

[mind-the-minthe]

No, no, this was Charon! His ferryman! Who…didn’t remember him. He had been in Athens long enough to realize that the curse had been more affective on some compared to others but why did it have to be him? Why did the fates continue to punish him, wasn’t being torn apart by vines enough? No, he had to continue to suffer.

Thank the gods he was an actor or the awkward silence would have been filled with him having a complete breakdown, “No need, I was running late too,” a lie “Have some water you look a bit rough.” He pressed a cold bottle into Charon- Garrett’s empty hand, being careful not to brush against bare skin knowing his self control was hanging on by a thread…Which didn’t take long to snap. He needed to touch, needed to know that the person standing before him was real, lack of memories or not. So, he reached out and messed with the man’s coat angling it perfectly on his body, but that wasn’t enough. Carefully he reached up and brushed loose strands of hair out of Garrett’s face as a fond smile found its way onto his lips, “There, perfect-“ he turned around to pick up his things suddenly embarrassed after remembering just who they were- two strangers- a celebrity and his chauffeur, “I’ll send you a pdf the addresses I usually go to later. Let’s head to your car now, the restaurant I have a reservation at is twenty-five miles away, sorry about that sweetheart. No matter how much I begged they wouldn’t move it somewhere closer and then- and then they had the audacity to cancel on my last minute saying they were meeting with a more popular actor. Like, thank you, cause that didn’t tank my self confidence.” He was rambling, he was nervous.

@ferrymans-fee

“I’ve come to love the river because it always brings you back to me.”

It was a rough day and Dimetre was sure the fates would find some way to make it worse, still receiving that divine retribution beyond the grave. Eight straight hours of rehearsal with only two breaks due to his ‘lack of time management’- if he was to believe the director- his dinner plans had canceled last minute to interview a different ‘more popular’ celebrity, and he had to train a brand new chauffeur who happened to be late on their very first day.

He shuffled his way to his dressing room, the exhaustion from the day already settling in as the scars wrapping around his arms and legs burned- a not so gentle reminder of his bitter past. Although he desperately wanted to pass out on the floor, just for a measly twenty minutes, he knew it would be best to pack up so he could meet his driver at the door and leave. Moving slowly about the room he hummed a familiar song, the same short tune he’d sing to the passengers traveling down the river of Styx’s. Lost in the memory he didn’t notice another enter the room and he practically leapt out of his skin when he slammed face first into their chest, “Oh gods, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention! I-….oh? Oh…”

#Up and Octave//Interactions #take my 1am writing

[mind-the-minthe]

He cradled her face in his hands and bent down to press a soft kiss against her forehead, “I know my love, I know. You’re still terrifying, you still command respect everywhere you go, and your enemies still piss their pants when they hear your name. But a mortal goddess, no matter how powerful or sexy, will still hurl after drinking the god awful amount that you just did.” He helped her up- ignoring any protests from the drunk goddess- and threw an arm around her waist pretending that it was a friendly gesture and not to make sure she didn’t tumble to the floor. He let her have her dignity, he respected her too much not to…and he respected his knee caps which he feared would be bashed in the next day if he wasn’t careful. Fighting through the crowd that gathered around them with glares and some polite shoving he made it to his car with only the slightest fear that they’d both end up in a mess on the sidewalk. After buckling the goddess in- safety first- he slid into the drivers seat and brushed his fingers against the others cheek, “Wanna egg Hades’ bar and pick up ice-cream before heading home?”

mind-the-minthe​:

Dimetre didn’t know whether to laugh of cry. It was only recently that he had become friends with Nemesis, them bonding over their mutual hatred for the king of the underworld, but they seemed to click which was the only reason why he agreed to go out drinking with her. Little did he know he’d be playing babysitter after the fourth shot. He couldn’t blame her, and he didn’t, it was hard for a god to come to terms with their new mortal limitations, and all he could do was be there for her and carefully switch out her drinks with glasses of water.

He paid their tab before returning to the goddess who kept referring to him as ‘hey you’. Brushing strands of lose hair behind her ear he gave a weak laugh, “Oh sweet thing, you’re going to regret this tomorrow. Why don’t we head to my place, it’s closer? You can crash in my guest room if you promise not to hurl everywhere.”

While she couldn’t hold her alcohol in this tiny mortal form of hers, it wasn’t anything she hadn’t experienced before, just in a quicker pace as she went out with Minthe, all the while, able to vent, rant, and whine to the other and get all the aggression she needed out. Even when he switched out the drinks, she was thankful, despite not saying much. 

With a pleading glance up to him, she batted eyes as he pushed back her hair, feeling a rather annoying attachment that she didn’t want to be feeling towards anybody these days. “I just wanted a night out! Just one where I didn’t have to worry about the bigger issues that are coming together!” She continued to whine to him, pout on her lips before nodding. “Get me out of here! I won’t hurl, I’m the goddess of retribution and the goddess of retribution does not hurl!”

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[mind-the-minthe]

@ferrymans-fee

“I’ve come to love the river because it always brings you back to me.”

It was a rough day and Dimetre was sure the fates would find some way to make it worse, still receiving that divine retribution beyond the grave. Eight straight hours of rehearsal with only two breaks due to his ‘lack of time management’- if he was to believe the director- his dinner plans had canceled last minute to interview a different ‘more popular’ celebrity, and he had to train a brand new chauffeur who happened to be late on their very first day.

He shuffled his way to his dressing room, the exhaustion from the day already settling in as the scars wrapping around his arms and legs burned- a not so gentle reminder of his bitter past. Although he desperately wanted to pass out on the floor, just for a measly twenty minutes, he knew it would be best to pack up so he could meet his driver at the door and leave. Moving slowly about the room he hummed a familiar song, the same short tune he’d sing to the passengers traveling down the river of Styx’s. Lost in the memory he didn’t notice another enter the room and he practically leapt out of his skin when he slammed face first into their chest, “Oh gods, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention! I-….oh? Oh…”

#Up an Octive//Interactions #sorry this sucked

[mind-the-minthe]

Dimetre didn’t know whether to laugh of cry. It was only recently that he had become friends with Nemesis, them bonding over their mutual hatred for the king of the underworld, but they seemed to click which was the only reason why he agreed to go out drinking with her. Little did he know he’d be playing babysitter after the fourth shot. He couldn’t blame her, and he didn’t, it was hard for a god to come to terms with their new mortal limitations, and all he could do was be there for her and carefully switch out her drinks with glasses of water.

He paid their tab before returning to the goddess who kept referring to him as ‘hey you’. Brushing strands of lose hair behind her ear he gave a weak laugh, “Oh sweet thing, you’re going to regret this tomorrow. Why don’t we head to my place, it’s closer? You can crash in my guest room if you promise not to hurl everywhere.”

open | ??? & nemesis

Without so much as a thought to the mortal form she had been cursed to, despite her best efforts to forget it on good days, sitting at a bar with drink after drink after drink in her system, the small woman had clearly bitten off more than she could chew, so to speak. In a time before, this wouldn’t have been anything but an afterthought, pale ale paling in comparison to the nectar of the gods, and yet now she should have expected a different reaction without the immunity of protective goddess status. Another cocktail in hand, she looked around the place, surrounded by mortals whom only annoyed her more, before the familiar face focused in through the blurred vision of hers, whether they knew who she was or not didn’t matter, as she flagged them down. “Hey! You—yeah, come here!”

#Up an Octive//Interactions #I’m assuming best friend status

[mind-the-minthe]

Dimetre rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his hip, amused by this fake little ruse the gorgon was playing, “Honey, we both came to the same end by rotten brothers, you don’t have to lie to me. And if we’re going to be working together we should kickstart this bond as soon as possible.” He held out a latte, swirling it in front of her face, “I know we can run off of spite alone but caffeine tends to help.”

“You recognise me? I mean, that’s very flattering, do you follow me on Insta? Or did we meet on a shoot? I can’t say I recognise you, I’m sorry.” Medusa was lying. She recognised the former immortal, but she would not say so. Plenty of them had forgotten their past lives, and while she was cursed to remember rather than forget, it made for an excellent cover story.

#Up an Octive//Interactions #two sassy zombies #he’s just assuming she remembers

[mind-the-minthe]

He had been hovering around the club debating whether or not to go in when a familiar face came out dragging a man behind her. In the back of his mind Dimetre knew it would be bad publicity if he was caught watching in amusement as this woman beat up a drunkard outside a club, but he was easily swayed by his sadistic curiosity. He could only puff out an exasperated laugh when Cerberus spoke to the disappearing crowd, taking a step closer and tipping his sunglasses- which did little to hide his identity- down, “He still has you working like a dog, shit still stinks, huh? Even as a mortal you have no agency? Cut the leash, puppy.”

I Need A Gangster || Ceberus&Open

         Cerberus’ fist collided with a man’s face outside of Hades club. From the wet stains on his knees she had obviously dragged him out of the place and was now keeping him on the cobbled sidewalk to work over. It wasn’t exactly good for business for her to be doing this but this wasn’t a work issue, this was an idiot guy who thought he could be grabbing people’s wallets in the club - obviously unaware of the kind of person who owned it. “you don’t fucking come back here,” Cerberus said, knocking him in the face again and feeling blood on her knuckles from the mortal bones in his face caving in. 

          Only when he collapsed to the ground did Cerberus look up, catching a collective of people looking at her, some waiting to get in and other’s passing by. “Do you want something? Got an opinion?” she asked to no specific person.

#Up an Octive//Interactions

[mind-the-minthe]

Welcome to Athens, MINTHE! It looks like they DO remember their past life as a NYMPH. It is said that HE/HIM have/has AMBITION but also PETTY. Apparently, they look like ROSS BUTLER and they’re CIS MALE. [OOC: 1anc3a10t, 22, she/her/hers, pst] *It’s me again, the absolute worst :)

Alias: Dimetre “Dima” Darc

Age: 24, but immortal

Faceclaim: Ross Butler

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Sexuality: Gay

Profession: Celebrity- Singer, Actor, and Model

Personality Traits: Ambitious, Charismatic, Charming, Caring, Persistent, Affectionate, Dynamic, Sociable, Petty, Haughty, Frivolous, Holds Grudges, Envious, Jealous, Impatient, Grand

Quick Background:

The beginning doesn’t matter to Minthe, he’d really rather forget it- and he envies the gods that do. He was in love with Hades but the feelings of a nymph don’t matter, they’re dispensable, he could never handle the weight of a crown so a child made of flowers trampled his daydreams of being loved by the king of the underworld.

He wasn’t really happy, not until he found home in the river- home in Charon. There was a deep comfort Minthe felt around the ferryman, and while he had tried to convince himself it was just the lull of the boat, he couldn’t deny the longing he felt to stay forever in Charon’s embrace- something he had never felt with Hades. He had stopped appearing around the king’s castle- avoiding Hades and his new queen entirely- instead spending his time singing to the dead as his ferryman carried them safely to shore.

He would have liked to marry Charon. He wouldn’t have been a king but he would have been in love, forever. But the fates weren’t kind, not to a dispensable nymph, no matter how happy he was. Rumors spread quickly in the underworld and there was nothing that could be done to prove they weren’t true. It was the wrong place, the wrong time, and the wrong words for Minthe- he can still recall how the vines tore through his arteries and filled his lungs with the sickening sweet taste of mint. His last words were a choked scream, “Charon” as he reached desperately towards the river.

His first words were “Charon” as he woke up alone with no one around and nothing looking familiar.

He goes by Dimetre now, Dima to those he’s close to, and in those five short years he’s made a name for himself around the world. Some say it’s ambition but only he knows it’s true pettiness. The need to show the gods that damned him that even a nymph could grow more followers than them. It was only recently that he returned to Athens, having heard a rumor that the gods were living among the mortals. If asked he’ll say he returned to rub his fame in a particular someone’s face but he misses his ferryman and hopes to find home in his embrace again.

Songs (His Genre of Singing):

A Good Song Never Dies: https://youtu.be/s29fcv5E52Y

Rumors: https://youtu.be/jiRpFF_SnW4

Boys: https://youtu.be/HQliEKPg1Qk

Candy: https://youtu.be/UTGWJsC3cqg

Power: https://youtu.be/G0RamakaYdc

Starlight: https://youtu.be/2G9_5ZQYXVY

Miscellaneous Headcannons:

He began modeling after moving back to Athens.

The vines that had wrapped around his body turning him to mint left scars that won’t disappear, even as a mortal. He is constantly wearing clothing that covers his arms and legs to hide the red marks that remind him of how alone he felt.

He smells like mint. Although it’s gotten weaker after being turned mortal he’s unable to cover the scent with any cologne or body wash.

His love language is words of affirmation and physical touch.

He is deeply in love with Charon. He will always find home in the river.

He made his name in the underworld by being an entertainer.

[mind-the-minthe]

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