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[mphongbinx-deactive-blog]

Recognition | Hongbin & Hana

@mpxhana

It was that time again: Hongbin’s turn to buy donuts and coffee for the precinct. Despite the fact that all the police force were incredibly fit and apparently at least partially divine, the lure of the stereotypical pastries could not be resisted. Of course, Hongbin did not mind making the run for sweets one bit; busy as he was, he usually was not one of the people doing out into the field, and he had great respect for those that did.

So as he entered the bakery, the air warm and full of sweet smells, it was with his usual sunny smile. He took out his phone to glance over the list he’d been given, approaching the counter and looking at the display treats curiously. “Um, excuse me,” he glanced up at the woman behind the counter, but paused when he saw her. She looked familiar, but it took a moment to place her.

“Oh! Hi Hana! How are you?” He asked cheerfully, his already bright expression lighting up even more. He had barely seen Hana since the Hallow’s Eve Ball, and had yet to get a chance to talk to her, at that. “I didn’t know you work here~”

#mpxhana #p; Recognition

[mpxruyi]

"Please, don't ever come back."

⚠️

   Ruyi looks up from the display where the neat rows of little cakes and tarts sit proudly. To be sure he had noted the commotion that the other customer was causing with their abhorrent behavior. That stuck-up arrogance was just the sort of thing that set the demigods teeth to grinding down on each other. Ruyi stops when he recalls the habit will need correction and stands fully.

   He had honestly just come to get what was quickly becoming his favorite sweet treat, a strawberry tartelette, when the noise had gone too far. Luckily, the worker had already had enough of the disturbance and was making quick work of escorting the offending person out. They pass Ruyi on their way and give him a contemptuous glare to which Ruyi only cooly lifts the curve of one brow at before they exit.

  And it’s not in his normal nature to speak, but for her show of authority, Ruyi is impressed.

  “You handled that efficiently,” his voice is aloof. But for all his collected nature, a small movement lifts his lips in a smile. It’s gone an instant later as he clears his throat and carries on, “When you are ready, I’ll take one of your tarts.”

#[patient: mpxhana] #+Case File: Sweet Young Things+ #{{ the doctor is in}} #||certified answers|| #{{ he's not the sort to cause the trouble but he would have been happy to finish it #mpxhana

[mpkomatsu-blog]

// midnight memories {kn&yh}

@mpxhana

Days like today didn’t normally occur for the young female… any other day she could cure the metaphorically grey cloud hanging over her head without any problem. Weed was magical like that. Although today she couldn’t smoke. She had done her last bowl a day ago, and it would be a week until she was paid again.

Nana was bored.

Spending a day alone was fine and all, but it was so much more boring without weed. As she smoked the second to last cigarette that was in the box, she walked about the empty spaces of her apartment. The reddish-orange glow of the neon sign in her living room was the only thing that gave light to the otherwise dark room. As she took a puff on the cigarette burning red embers fell onto the carpet under Nana’s feet. The girl’s mind wanders back and forth between various topics of no utter importance. As if in a flash, the best idea came into Nana’s sporadic mind. “Hana!” The girl squealed with excitement.

It took about a total of five minutes for the girl to leave her house and about another five minutes for Nana to speed walk over to the other girl’s apartment. As she walks down the hall of the apartment, she reads the numbers upon the doors of the apartments until she reaches the only one that sparked a memory within the girl’s mind. She pulled her hand from out of her pocket and knocked on the wooden door with a few overly excited thuds. 

It was close to 1 a.m. but Nana ignored any thought to be quite as she yelled while still knocking on the door, “Hey! Its Nana let me in!” 

#gυєรร wнѳ iร lѳиєly αиd ραтнєтic | para #mpxhana #(( this is shit im sorrryyy but i dont have a lot of timeeee cause of collegeeee OTL ))

[exmpjinah-blog]

“If you care for me at all, please let me go.”

She gulped at Hana’s words. A stormof emotions waging, in the end she could best describe the feeling as if shewas drowning. But not in that panicked state of mind where youdesperately try to reach the surface, but like the feeling which must befallyou when you realize it’s the end. When your body doesn’t haveenough oxygen anymore to function and you just float.

Her expression contorting with hurtshe heaved a quivering breath while tears began to form underneath hereyelashes. It honestly was the worst reply Jinah could ever get from her best friend. She didn’t understand why. Whydoes she have to let her go? She didn’t blame Hana. But ever since the incidentthe girl preferred Jinah to stay out of her life.

A thought hit her then; Could sherefuse Hana’s request? How could she?Maybe this was really what Hana wanted? Jinah was sure her friend had put a lotof thoughts into this grave decision she was making. Maybe the girl wasmisguided by her emotions and therefore making a wrong decision at this pointin time, but right now Jinah didn’t feel strong enough to go against her. Ithadn’t been that long since Christmas. Only a couple of days. 

Perhaps Jinah would look back tothis moment and regret not fighting for their friendship some more. But now shesimply could not. She did not know what to do. All she know is that it hurts.

Nodding to Hana, she averted hergaze. “If…” she trails off at the sound of her own voice breaking.Clearing her throat, in hopes that she would sound more ‘stable’, she continued,“If that’s what you want.” Her voice still breaks however.

Turning on her heels she quicklyheaded down the hallway of the apartment building Hana lived in. Heading towardthe staircases, Jinah rushed them down. She kept rushing until she foundherself crouched down on the ground in an abandoned alleyway where shebasically cried the most sharpest parts of her hurt out of her system.

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[mpminho-blog]

Why is the rum always gone? | Minho&Hana

halloween madness with @mpxhana

What’s the best thing about being dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow for Halloween? Minho was whistling to himself as he sauntered into the Hallow’s Eve ball hosted by the council. Aside from the fact that his pirate’s costume was barely passable as Sparrow’s (the mustache was as fake as they come), Minho thought he looked pretty good all things considered. He got the swagger down for sure, swaying to and fro haphazardly around party goers but careful not to actuall hurt anybody.

The best thing about dressing up as Jack for Halloween? 

“Booze~” He crooned, brandishing “his props”, a large bottle of Captain Morgan rum and taking a swig. Most people would have gone without the actual rum, but Minho was all about authencity.

“Hana, hana!” He hollered appearing like a cloud of smoke behind the baker dressed as Moana. She looked good, and Minho ignored the hint of the sea that threatened to make him run for the hills.

“Treat or treat?” He chirped, brandishing the rather large plastic container filled to the brim with his own special brew of vodka gummy bears. He had taken a few already on the way over and he had to go back to his apartment to refill the tub, hence why he arrived a little late.

Which was fine by him, seeing as how the party was just starting to get into full swing. “Danced with anybody yet?” He asked as he popped a gummy bear in his mouth and washed it down with some rum. Was he drunk? Or pretending to be drunk? That was the question.

#;threads #;vindr #mpxhana

[exsehunmp-blog]

Heads Up

It’s been a couple of days since his return. He’s already spent quite a big part of it resting, which is more than he probably would have done at any other point in his life. Which is consequently also the reason why he is more than bored out of his mind by now. And that, in its turn, is why he decides to leave his apartment again to get some fresh air. But he’s not up for a walk, because he’s done nothing but that in the past couple of days and he misses the feeling of stretching his wings.

Which is why he opens the window instead, rolls his shoulders a little to verify he’s not as hurt anymore as he used to be and then spontaneously launches himself out of the window. If anyone looked up they’d probably be startled by the man just jumping out of his window, but he hasn’t even fallen two storeys down when he shifts, spreading his wings in a quick stretch to catch the wind and-

It hurts. It fucking hurts. He automatically curls together at the sudden overwhelming pain, closing his eyes as the white hot pain flashes through him. When he manages to open them again, he realises he’s going down at an insane speed, nearing the ground a little too fast for his liking. Instantly he spreads his wings again, beating them as good as he can to stop his descent to the best of his ability.

But it still hurts and he temporarily loses focus again because of the overwhelming pain in his joints and chest. Clearly flying is currently a really bad idea, that or it just hurts more because he hasn’t done it in several days. He’s hardly moved in several days, really. At least not his arms. He lets out a distressed shriek, but it’s already too late because the next moment he collides full raven body with someone’s face.

The collision is so heavy that he kind of sticks to the face for a moment long before he slids off and falls down to the ground. He bounces off of the person’s feet to the actual street, where he just lies completely still for a moment, too stunned and hurt in that particular moment to move just yet. 

@mpxhana

#p: heads up #mpxhana

[dakotaxmp]

Flix No Chill- ‘Kota//Hana

Let’s take it from (here) ft. @mpxhana

//

  “Mmm,” he says and runs the tips of his fingers over his lower lip as he thinks on her question. Recent classic movies. That was a bit tough since he always thought of classics as nothing recent really. Lots of movies were considered classics now, but he finds it hard to drum up recent movies that can be called classics that aren’t older than both of them.

  But he’s up for the challenge!

  “How recent we talkin’?” he asks as he takes out his smartphone and opens the Netflix app. “Early 90s? 2000s? Older?”

  He scrolls as he asks, eyes passing over title after title and dismissing most of them instantly. Nothing scary, or overly romantic. He pauses for a second, hand that isn’t holding his phone patting his jacket pockets as he looks for something. He doesn’t seem to find it- whatever it is- and he huffs slightly before he’s scrolling again.

  “You like action or nah?” he asks her then, peering harder at his screen, hair falling a bit in his way. Absently he pushes it with his free hand, fingers sliding by his left ear where he feels the slender cigarette that he rolled two hours ago and forgot.

  “Mm!” It’s just a noise of recognition as he draws it from where it is tucked away. He brings it to his lips but doesn’t make any move to light it. Or even to look for a lighter at all. It’s more of a thing to help him think and slide his thumb along the screen of his phone without trailing off like he normally does.

  He speaks around it to her, even as he isn’t looking at her, “Who ya watching it with? The recent-classic flick I mean.”

#mpxhana #[[p;// Flix No Chill ]] #-I'm slow I'm sorry!- #-but I did see this!- #-going through everything that I can-

[mpxamemikoto-blog]

❛ I was never a fan of white weddings. ❜

💎

  “I was never a fan of weddings. Period,” Ame said in answer to the girl.

   It wasn’t really her place to comment, being as the girl seemed to mostly be talking to herself as Ame had sat next to her on a bench before a fancy boutique. Sure enough, there dazzling in the front window was a gown that was so starkly hinting at being wedding material it was almost sad. The gown itself was beautiful, of delicate detailing and fine material and looked like it must have taken many tedious hours to get done.

  Just the same though, Ame was not the sort for it. The goddess herself was married to be sure but it was more a matter of convenience for the realm and the humans below it than a joining of romance. This tidbit was politely overlooked at banquets and on feast days but was consistently argued about in more private settings in the Upper Realm where she dwelled.

   Not wanting to seem abrasive, the goddess softens. “What’s your ideal wedding?”

#x.asks answered.x #mpxhana #||feel free to keep this going|| #||thanks for sending this in!||

[exmpdonghae-blog]

❝ help me decorate! ❞

“Sure.”Zeus said to Hana’s more than excited exclaim. His tone sounding rather aloofnext to hers. Picking up one of spiderweb garlands in the carton box she hadput down on her table, he gave the tangled thing a good and hard look. “Youwant me to put this up?” Thinking itwas going to take him quite some time to untangle the garlands he put it theheap down next to the box on the table even before she was able to reply. “I’llstart with something else.” Fishing something else out of the box he grinned abit at the witch & broom he now held in his hands. “Where shall I put this?”

#mpxhana #answered #(please feel free to continue ^^) #(tnx for sending one in!

[mpxkibum]

❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞

Kibum felt his ears perk up as he looked at the girl, an eyebrow quirking up as he eyes the plate of pumpkin cookies. He wouldn’t say that he had a sweet tooth but...he would definitely say that he indulged in sweets more than he should, in fact it was one of the few ways directly to his heart, so of course he couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and take one, looking at Hana with a look similar to complete admiration.

“You’re a hero without a cape, oh my god,” he said as he took a small bite, his face lighting up. “Oh my god.”

#meme. #[[ feel free to continue if you'd like! #mpxhana

[exmphades]

❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞

“Is it?” Hades glances outside through the windows of the little coffee shop as if that’s going to tell him the outside temperature. Not that he really needs to look out, or be out for that matter, because the young woman’s nose is slightly red and she does indeed look like she just came in from a cold place.

“Well good thing you’re inside then,” he easily adds to his words after a moment, beaming a grin over at the young woman and then glancing back to the menu he was studying moments before.

“Would you like a hot chocolate?” He looks back up as he says those words a few moments later, eyes easily finding the girl’s face once more. “I’ve come to think they taste better when you’ve got someone to drink them with you.” His smile is bright, genuine and friendly. His gaze lingers on the girl momentarily before he looks back down at the menu.

“They’ve got them with all kinds of flavours. Chilli, for example. Or you can go sweet and add marshmallows.”

#m:halloween #mpxhana

[exmpanubis-blog]

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

Handing the girl the finelinen he uses to wrap around the bodies of the dead the god nodded at herstatement. “I believe with these linen you’ll be able to make one of the bestjack-o-lanterns.” Making sure she took a hold of them Anubis turned on hisheels so he could get her two small white pumpkins. “From these two pumpkinsyou can create wonderful mummy jack-o-lantern from.” Putting said pumpkins downon the coffee table next to her he gestured toward the lanterns he already hadcrafted himself. “You can use thisas an example for yours.” A small smile appearing on his lips at the sight ofhis crafts he took them in for a moment longer. “You wish to know anythingelse?”

#mpxhana #answered #(thanks for sending one in <3 plz feel free to continue!)

[mpxruyi]

❛ Well you know who does? ❜

⚠️

  Ruyi is jarred from his thought process by the interjection of a voice. He had been musing aloud if there might be anyone on this seemingly void of sensible people island who might know where he could find more natural herbs for healing patients who had undergone eyelid surgery.

  “I haven’t the vaguest conception, no. Might you?”

#{patient: mpxhana] #+Case File: TBD+ #{{ the doctor is in.}} #||certified answers|| #((this is short but if you would like you can keep it going)) #mpxhana

[mpxmorrigan]

❝ i had a cranberry muffin earlier, saving the rest for later. ❝

"How very lady like. Truthfully that sounds awful."

Nails tapping against the glass pastry case the goddess leans in close, surveying the array of perfectly iced sweets. She's never been a big fan of sugar, or pretty things.

"No meat pies, hmm?"

Truthfully the darling girl behind the counter looks quite the part to be working here, but Morrigan feels she would be just as suited to something more wild; there's a spark just under the surface.

"A shame... I don't know what I expected."

#mpxhana #{flashback} #;moments #-late late late #{feel free to continue}

[exmpjinah-blog]

❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞

“Yes I am.” she said dead serious while she put the carving utilities onthe table right next to the biggest pumpkin she’d been able to find in thestore. Only keeping up the act for another moment, however, the nurse bustedout in a laughter. “Of course not love! I’m here to help!” She assuredHana, reaching out to her to gently put a hand on her shoulder. Chucklingshortly but warmly when she looked at the other girl she hummed, reassuringlybut happy. “I’m really happy you decided to come over and help me carve these greatjack-o-lanterns” Letting go of Hana she picked up one of the knives. “So ?Whatare we going to make?”

#mpxhana #answered #(tnx for sending one in <3) #(plz feel free to continue!)

[mperosx]

❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞

--*

  Eros looks at the elaborate getup. There was certainly effort put into its construction and the way it fits over the frame of the woman. But it really was just too long! He hums softly, bringing a finger to his mouth to tap the side of it to his lips in thought. He could fix it- he had the time and the skill.

  “Would you allow me to alter it just a bit?” He circles her with eyes trained on the seam work of the garment. “If we just pin it here and then stitch the back we could make this so much easier to walk in. We..could hide...the stitches with some...”

  He thinks aloud, mentally fussing over the various beading or buttons he could use. It was really up to her so he brings his eyes from the fabric with curiosity.

   “Tell me what look you’re going for? I can work quickly on it or we can really get crafty and fix it up into something greater before Halloween arrives.”

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