#raidenxmp

[mpxizanami]

❝ Don’t you want to be fully consumed by what loves you? ❞

Izanami could only chuckle, albeit with slight bitterness, at her son’s sudden musing. A lifetime of chaos, no matter good or bad, had never involved any sort of chaos involving love. If anything, hate and pain consumed her most of the time, and despite good times sweeping her off of her feet when she allowed it and embraced it, love never found its way to her. “Isn’t that what you’re here for?” She smiled instead, her gaze full of affection yet she didn’t reach out to stroke his cheek, merely watching him in his contemplative state instead.

[khonshu-mp]

( visit reverse )

affectionate action prompts

He wondered why the other wanted to specifically visit one of Khonshu's favourite places growing up. It was hard to figure out what was considered his favourite childhood place. Eventually they arrived at The River Nile.

[mpapollo]

“Stay there, I’m coming to get you.”

Apollo had far too much to drink. It was rare for the god to get so loose, to take a few too many drinks. But, he had stumbled on a few really strong liquors that tasted a little too much like home, and he had found himself unable to stop.

As he stumbled away from the bar, the other god called out to him. A wide, drunken grin grew on the god's lips, immediately recognizing the drummer god. Apollo was soft for those other deities that used music, and as the other approached, Apollo clung to him in a sloppy hug.

"Thank you, bongo man." He barely managed to slur. "You are the best!"

[mphecate]

Thunderous

starter for @raidenxmp

The feeling of boredom had flooded Hecate's existence on that particular night. Nothing seemed to excite the goddess, not even the frenzy of Visión/Ilusión. The dancing sea of bodies on the dance floor was somewhat amusing to witness from her bar stool but such would still come short in fulfilling the itch of proper entertainment. Until she saw him.

Spells and hexes were usually used in more important matters. But what would be the point of being a goddess of witchcraft if you can't use it as you'd please. That is, without harming anyone of course. And this time, this spell would absolutely no harm anyone, but wouldn't be comfortable either. Hecate had seen him before, the Japanese god of Lightning, Thunder and Storms. How ironic.

With a subtle movement of fingers, Hecate's lips enchanted the spell, a concoction of mischief and comedy that took shape in a small body of blue mist that started pairing towards his direction. The result would be a feeling of nearly uncontrollable flatulence once the mist would slowly dissipates and be inhaled by the other. In a matter of seconds, if all went well, Raiden would be showing some symptoms and Hecate could have a proper laugh.

[mpxrowoon]

cont from here w/ @raidenxmp​ ft Rowoon & Raiden 

As his hug was accepted, Rowoon lets a hand gently sooth over the other man’s back, before drawing back a little to allow the other to speak and explain what had him looking so lost. At the mention of a dog, seemingly in a bad way, his frown turns sad and he nods softly in understanding. He’d never really had a pet before, but he knew the feeling of losing someone. That tragedy could hit in a multitude of ways and he doesn’t think it would be any less for an animal. They are, after all, family as well. “I am sorry to hear that” he murmurs softly, head tilting to catch the other’s eye line a little better. “Do they know what is wrong with him? I hear the vets here are really top rate-” he offers hopefully with a nod. 

With his hand sliding to Raiden’s shoulder he hopes to be able to lift his burden a little. “What is his name? Can you show me a picture?”

[exmpairmid]

overworked ,,

@raidenxmp continued from here:

Raiden didn't know about exhaustion, it was something he had never experienced before, but now on the Island, in this body, he was exceeding the amount of work and pressure he could take. The symptoms were light at the beginning of the week, he still was going to the store he owned (Siren's Song), taking his dog out to the forest at night, and didn't turn down any plan that any new friend would invite him to, in other words, he didn't know when to stop.

"Feeling perfect," Raiden held up his hand, his index finger touching his thumb, the rest of his fingers were up, making an 'ok' sign, and to make it more believable, he also smiled. However, he was feeling dizzy and, his stomach was fighting against his will to keep his lunch inside. There he was again, trying to stand up and that second attempt was better than the first one until he gave a step forward. "Or maybe not." He supported himself on the wall, closing his eyes for a brief moment.

she takes just a moment of letting him pretend like he’s all good, but then he takes a step, nearly keels over and she instantly puts her hand behind his elbow to help support him and keep him upright while his eyes close seemingly automatically.

“you for sure don’t look alright at all,” she says easily, but that’s spoken with the experience of a physician. even then, her conviction comes mostly from the way her abilities grant her a clear overview of how his body is seemingly running on its last reserves and is in dire need of some proper night’s sleep if anything.

“i would suggest you sit back down and take a moment. i don’t think anything’s as important as making sure you won’t fall over in a good minute.” she could, of course, heal him where he’s standing, taking away all the exhaustion and renewing his energy like it’s no big deal, but then she’s long learned that some people need to learn from experience that pushing themselves to - or past - their limits is not the way to go.