#mpxryujin

[phobetorxmp]

The Argument

cont from here w/ @mpxryujin ft Phobetor & Ryujin 

With a steady exhale through flared nostrils, Phobetor stands in his kitchen, hands on the dark marble counter tops as he stands with his back to his guest and the current cause for the vein throbbing in his forehead. The giant lizard seemed to know how to peel back to the most sensitive parts of him and jab at them with his stupid, fat fingers in a way that no one else would dare! He was too bluntly honest about feelings and emotions, not at all the kind of indirect subtlety that a man like Phobetor was used to. 

Instead Ryujin is a big, fumbling, clumsy fool around his emotions and he has the audacity to sound so raw and hurt while blaming him?! At the mention of Anubis his forced calm snaps, eyes springing open before he spins around, only to launch a box of tea bags at the dragon god in frustration. “Must you torture me like this?!” He yells, having quite possibly reached his limit and then taken a nose dive off the end. “You blame me? Accuse me of trickery?! Am I not the victim here?!” His voice remains raised as he jabs at his own chest. 

All he had ever wanted was to enjoy time with people who valued him for him. Not as a commodity but as a friend, confidant, equal. Yet he had been labelled as something by Anubis and then suffered at the hands of Ryujin’s jealousy because of it. Only to then be left by one and called names by the other! It was a torture not even he could bare. 

[exmpadaline]

"❛ you left without a word. ❜ Did I say something to upset you last time?"

She does not expect to run into Ryujin again so soon, but here she is, faced with the god once more. She doesn’t really know anything about Japanese deities, but she looked him up when she heard about him the first time and it said something about water and dragon, and really that’s where she lost focus because the next thing she imagined was her father wrestling a water dragon in some epic Godzilla-type movie showdown; and let that just be the first image that came back to her mind when he’d introduced himself to her last time.

This time, too, she is reminded of the visual, but there’s nothing she can do but clear her throat and feign surprise at his appearance rather than the reality that she’s trying her utter best not to snort out loud. “Ah,” she hums, rubs her nose to hide her smile and then glances past him for a moment. “Not in the slightest, I’m just...” She pauses again, glancing in a different direction, trying desperately to come up with something to say.

Little does she know that her attempt to hide her amusement is so convincing that she looks uncomfortable more than anything, and like she’s trying to escape any sort of conversation with this god, as if he might be either scaring her or just simply the most awkward encounter she’s ever had in her life.

It’s just then that she remembers reading this Japanese dragon god had a very large mouth and so she slaps a hand over her mouth, turns one-eighty degrees away from him and quite literally runs off to go hide out in the ladies bathroom. Nope, she can’t handle that today without laughing her ass off.

[mpxizanami]

❛ i lied. ❜

Izanami closed her eyes for what seemed like the longest time, only to open them to reveal a sharp gleam in her gaze. Taking a good look at him, it was difficult to determine whether he was one of her own. Though technically, all people within her pantheon were derived from her, the first woman of Japan; this was past the point.

Stories of Ryujin were not aligned in different history books. Some say Ryujin is actually Watatsumi, her and Izanagi’s son. As soon as he uttered those two small but heavy words, she couldn’t deny the sense of relief that came from knowing she didn’t have to think about the dreadful betrayal her ex-husband committed. Yet for a long while, she focused on how much she hated to be fooled, how much she hated lies, until she stopped and told herself it might be as light as a feather, a dark joke poking at the inaccuracy of the books. She wouldn’t know.

“You’re not him,” she confirmed with a quivering tone, taking a step closer with the best dominant stance she could manage, albeit being much smaller in size than the other man, and very much shaken by yet another cruel recall of the memory of her ex-husband. “All jokes are fine but this one. Just... don’t.”

[exmpxmuzen]

Swimming Lessons

Swimming Lessons | cont from here w/ @mpxryujin ft Muzen & Ryujin 

“Ehh-?” Muzen breaths softy as he eyes Ryujin dubiosuly, though still clinging to his back because floating on him felt more solid and reassuring then treading water himself. He can’t imagine the man as much of a sea monster, but he had heard there was definitely something simmering just under the surface. Things weren’t always what they seemed around here. “Maybe it got in, in little swimming trunks, like you-?” He replies before chuckling softly with a shake of his head. One sea monster was enough for this swimming pool. 

As attention returns to his swimming, Muzen groans with a crinkle of his nose as it’s lightly poked, and shakes his head. “I hate swimming!” He complains, still making sure to keep a tight hold of his wet limbs, clamped on the man’s back. He’s not good at it, at all, and even with the arm floaties he still feels like he might drown at any point! 

[mpxemmao]

💢 : your muse picks mine up & carries them over their shoulder .

tension starters -- accepting!

In retrospect, this was incredibly typical and Emma should’ve known. It was Ryujin, after all. The two gods were very, very different, what with Ryujin being all cheerful and Emma being, well, morbid. They still got along, somehow, probably because Ryujin had the talent to worm his way into whatever Emma was doing at the moment.

Like right now. Emma had just been walking down the street, minding his own business, trying to not get lost on his way to buy some food, when all of a sudden someone grabbed him and hoisted him over their (very broad) shoulder. Emma made a startled noise that was not fitting for the Ruler of the Underworld and was about to call the shadows to his aid when he realized who was holding him.

“Ryujin?!” he exclaimed, then wiggled around rather ungracefully, like a worm in a bird’s beak. “What are you-- is this how you greet me after all this time?” Emma did his best to sound upset, but Ryujin was cute and being mad at him wasn’t really worth it. “Let me goooo.”

[mpxposeidon]

welcome old friend;;

@mpxryujin

Poseidon was not the type to “feud” with other water gods. It was more like a playful competition. Honestly, there was more than enough ocean to go around and he didn’t see the point in fighting over it. However, that never stopped any of them from constantly trying to one-up the others. Poseidon took it all in good fun, finding closeness to his fellow water gods and goddesses. Ryujin was one who “feuded” with him often. Over the many, many years they’ve known each other, they have found a way to turn just about anything into a friendly competition. While he was on the council he was informed that Ryujin would hopefully be joining the island soon and to expect him at the firehouse.

That was fine for him, he was the Chief after all! Nothing would inflate his ego more than being able to boss Ryujin around. He already got a kick from having Lei King as his Deputy Chief! Not that he was planning on rubbing it in his face or anything-- Of course not! He was a polite and serious man when at work.

He was expecting his old friend to be guided to his office any minute now. His assistant was expecting him as well and knew to bring him right in. The familiar knock on his office door had Poseidon standing to greet the god that was gestured into the room.

“Ryujin! Old friend! Good to see you. Have a seat and we can talk shop.”

[mpxblairkim]

Candlelight | Blair & Ryujin

For @mpxryujin

It wasn’t that Blair was bad at dressing herself - if anything she was rather good - but elegant establishments like Noona’s weren’t her usual scene. Although she stood out from the other patrons, all ladylike and poised, she was happy with what she’d pulled together - a sheer lace top, stylish latex skirt and heeled boots. No compromise to her personality what so ever.

“Hey,” she greeted him just a little awkwardly when the waiter showed her to the table, “I’m Blair.” She hadn’t met the God before, though might’ve seen him once or twice at the bar, so wasn’t sure what he might’ve expected. “Sorry I’m late,” she said, though it hadn’t been more than a couple of minutes, “I forgot how difficult biking in a skirt is.”

She smiled at him. It’d been a long time since she went on a proper date - one that didn’t involve excessive amounts of alcohol and heavy music - so Blair was determined to make the night enjoyable at least.

[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.