#mp-anubis

[phobetorxmp]

The Party Host

The spice continued from here w/ @mp-anubis & @mpxryujin   tw: impending spiciness

By now, stood with his tray of nibbles in his hands, Phobetor’s eyebrows are impossibly high as he watches Ryujin roll around like a flirtatious little tart trying to rile up the usually stoic Egyptian shamelessly laid on his bed with him. Uncharacteristically, he’s quite lost for words. 

At the mention of him joining, the nightmare god hums softly, not at all sure he was in their minds for even a moment, given the way they were rutting around on each other! Still, as Anubis rises from the bed, moving over towards him and speaking in that lovely soft tone, it almost works, until Phobetor’s eyes glance down and catch sight of the incriminating bulge in the Egyptian’s suit pants. With a soft scoff his eyes roll, head shaking softly with a tut. Dogs.

Still, as Anubis’ arm winds around his middle he is compliant, looking back at the god as he purrs his sweet apologies and excuses, it was rather cute really. At least one of them was well behaved. Ryujin was correct in one thing, it was better then them fighting all the time! Then with his plate held out of the way Phobetor let out a soft noise as his lips are captured in a kiss that showed the death god’s desperation caused by a tightness in his trousers. Its fiery but short, and in no time the lips are drawn back, large fingers stroking across his jaw as the Greek’s eyes slowly open with Anubis’ playful murmur meeting his ears and very quickly Phobetor has a choice to make. 

His party was still in full, rather boring, swing downstairs. Since his two interesting guests had decided they’d rather scurry off to play with each other than keep people entertained. Slowly his dark gaze drifts from dog to dragon, steadily making his decision, before he plucks a meat canapé from the tray and turns his eyes back to Anubis. “I can not believe you let him play you” he purrs back with a teasing curl to his lips, before he presses the food against Anubis’ lips and into his mouth. “Eat up, good boy” he purrs like a proud dog owner before shifting his attention to Ryujin. 

“-and you” he scolds, though it was clearly playful as he plucks another canapé from the plate before setting it down and moves over towards the god sat on his bed. “Bad lizard” he coos, holding the teat out just out of reach of the other’s mouth, before crooking a finger to his own lips, wanting a kiss first. 

[exmpxdiana]

weighted hearts;

@mp-anubis -- continued from [ here ]

This was weird. Or, at least, it felt weird for Diana. She had not really come to Mount Phoenix with any expectation of meeting her father, so it was strange to be sitting across from him, drinking coffee as if he were not a god and this was the first time they were ever meeting. He was also different than she had been expecting. She knew that she got her looks from her mother, but this extremely tall, tanned man was not at all what she had pictured her real father would look like. He looked like a god, she supposed--imposing and powerful and ethereal in some intangible way. He fit the bill in that regard.

She was trying not to stare at him, and so she kept her eyes trained on her coffee cup; although she was unable to stop her gaze from flicking up every few seconds. It was only when he spoke that she looked up at him properly, chewing on her bottom lip nervously. “You have? I would have thought the, um, ‘mortal world’ would be boring to a god,” she commented, looking across the room as if something had just caught her eye. She shifted in her chair, pulled the sleeves of her sweater up over her hands. She did not know how to act--it had been so, so many years since she had been allowed to be around family. She felt vaguely nauseous, almost light-headed from how fast her heart was pounding.

“Maybe your father didn’t have a reason. Sometimes children just... happen. Clearly,” she commented, hazarding a small smile to make it clear that she did not mean it maliciously. “You, uh, weigh the hearts of the dead, right? I guess that might get old after a while...”

[mpwukong]

cont from here w/ @mp-anubis 

“Hm-” Wukong pauses for a moment as his eyes lift from thee full length mirror before them to think about what the other god was saying, and the connotations with being ‘shown affection’, as Anubis put it, by an 8ft dog-man. He’s pretty sure he knows what he means. “I suppose you just sort of... lick people?” He asks, now genuinely curious, as his eyes return to the reflection on the man, trying on a rather sombre and plain looking hat. “That is what dogs do after all, isn’t it? That and hump legs-” chuckling to himself the doctor turns away from the mirror to instead pluck a black Stetson hat in leather from the stand beside him. “8ft however I can see being a problem... doorways-” he muses aloud before turning back to the other and offers out the hat with an encouraging glint in his eye and a no, lips curling with a cheeky grin. 

“I like the vintage look, personally-” he shrugs gently, meaning both the gods need to ‘refresh’ his style to the modern times when Wukong usually things comfort and familiarity are best, but also his natural form. All 8ft of him. A giant dog headed man in his opinion would be a welcome sight around here with all these stiffs. Plus beneath it all he does think Anubis should feel comfortable with the way he looks, be fully him. “But maybe I would say that, being a monkey and all-” he jokes softly, preferring to keep it light hearted in most things.

[phobetorxmp]

Anger Mask

cont from here w/ @mp-anubis ft Phobetor & Anubis 

Feeling the fingers grip his arm, Phobetor is stopped in his tracks and jarred a little as he turns back, glare as sharp as daggers as he sets them on the now wet god. The collar of the man’s shirt clinging to his damp neck and skin glistening with wine residue. “Let go of me” he snaps back, anger only stoked by the other god’s chilled reaction as he turns to him. “-and save your excuses, they come to little and too late”. He hisses before snatching his arm back. “They come so easily from you now, I see, when you afforded me not even a word before your grand disappearing act!” He shouts, now feeling as if the control he had was slipping as his eyes darken. He may not be able to harm another god physically, but he is sure his tongue could think of a few choice things to say to cause pain if he really wanted to.   

“Go ahead! Leave again!” He shouts, waving a hand back towards the door. “Just this time do me the courtesy of not coming back-” hr growls, scathingly. 

[phobetorxmp]

Dog Sitting | Phobetor & Anubis @mp-anubis again because I am trash for these boys!

“You have to go?” Phobetor calls out with a frown, bare arm slung around his knees, covered in silky sheets as he sits in the centre of the bed, watching as Anubis moves from point to point before him, more dressed each time he reappears. The god of nightmares is not amused, lips curling in disappointment as he watches the man’s large fingers tie the knot of his silk tie. “What could be so important? At this time!” He huffs, gesturing to the digital clock on the other god’s bedside table that proudly flashes 2PM, practically an unknown time to the two nocturnal gods. Luckily for his eyes Phobetor remain bathed in the soft glow of lamps, as sunlight was blocked out by thick curtains. 

With a door opening for Anubis to continue readying himself to go to work, Phobetor looks over as the hears the scrambling paws and panted breaths of the three, large hounds as they clamber in, and stop by the bedside expectantly. “Oh-” Phobetor’s eyes widen, before he looks to Anubis with sheer dumbfounded surprise. “You cannot be serious” he breaths, he’s a cat person! What is he to do with those beasts!?

[phobetorxmp]

Cats & Dogs

cont from here @mp-anubis​ ft phobetor & anubis

Despite his usual afinity for the night, Phobetor can’t help the small shudder the runs down his spine as he glances around the cold night street, as fat, icy raindrops hammer on the pavement. It’s quite pretty really, with all the bustling city lights reflected back from deep, dark pools in any crack and crevice they can find. That and the quiet of the streets that rain brought, banishing the crowds, made it quite the perfect evening. Stepping out of the doorway of the establishment he had just finished his last client meeting of the evening in, the god slowly extends a large, black umbrella above himself, the canopy opening wide to protect him as he begins down the street towards home. He thinks he will walk tonight. 

He’s not far into his journey as he notices a figure up ahead and quickly feels a quite uncharacteristic lurch in his chest. Some people were just so recognisable, even sopping wet from meters away. With a scuff of his leather soled brogues he stops just beside the bus stop and lets the corners of his lips curl as he watches the familiar, yet long lost god mutter and curse to himself. As unprepared as ever.

”Good evening, handsome-” he hums softly, calling out to gain the death god’s attention, as he draws back his umbrella a little so’s not to obscure his identity. “It’s been a while”. Some gods just have an afinity for one another, and nightmares and death play well together.  

[phobetorxmp]

Dark Kings

SUMMER GALA starter for @mp-anubis ft phobetor & anubis 

“You always will be better at taking these things off then putting them on-” Phobetor teases with a soft grin, as he sits with his leather gloves in his lap, fingers gently tugging at the knot of the man’s tie, as their driver pulls up outside of the gala venue. With the knot fixed and straightened, his fingers linger for a moment, before gently brushing down over the skull pattern embossed upon the tie and he chuckles gently. “A little on the nose, isn’t it? Even for you-” he hums, before his dark eyes lift to gaze back into a pair so striking nestle within a dark complexion. 

He didn’t have a hair out of place, combed and styled perfectly, yet Phobetor still lets his nails gently brush against the strands from his temple, brushing back imaginary strays, in the way he so enjoyed doing. “I hope you can dance, and won’t be like a great lumbering hound” he breaks the rather sweet, sincere moment with yet another tease before his face breaks with a soft, playful grin and he leans forward to peck his lips. “Come on-!” He whispers excitedly against his lips before pulling back. 

[phobetorxmp]

cont from here w/ @mp-anubis ft phobetor & anubis 

Chuckling with a flurry of kicked sheets as he’s hoisted up and against the man’s chest, Phobetor rests his arms by the god’s head on the pillow, propping him up above him as he gazes down at that handsome, yet sleepy face. “Sleepy dog-” he coos, gently nuzzling their noses before he grins, laying against the warm, broad chest under him. “My enemy? Well, yes... I suppose you could say that. Only... I win, and get what I want, every time” he purrs, leaning a little closer as if he’s going to lay a kiss on the god’s lips, before swerving at the last moment and laying his kiss against his prominent chin instead.