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š¢ : your muse picks mine up & carries them over their shoulder .
tension starters -- accepting!
In retrospect, this was incredibly typical and Emma shouldāve 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.
āRyujin?!ā he exclaimed, then wiggled around rather ungracefully, like a worm in a birdās beak. āWhat are you-- is this how you greet me after all this time?ā Emma did his best to sound upset, but Ryujin was cute and being mad at him wasnāt really worth it. āLet me goooo.ā
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my muse = reblogger your muse = sender
ā”Ā Ā ššššĀ :Ā Ā addĀ Ā āĀ +Ā šĀ āĀ Ā toĀ reverseĀ theĀ roles .
šĀ :Ā Ā myĀ museĀ discoversĀ yourĀ museĀ readingĀ aĀ diaryĀ entryĀ thatĀ myĀ museĀ wroteĀ aboutĀ yours .
š Ā :Ā Ā yourĀ museĀ paintsĀ myĀ museāsĀ nails .
šæĀ :Ā Ā myĀ museĀ accidentallyĀ moansĀ whileĀ yourĀ museĀ washesĀ theirĀ hair .
šĀ :Ā Ā yourĀ museĀ helpsĀ myĀ museĀ getĀ dressedĀ afterĀ myĀ museĀ sustainsĀ anĀ injuryĀ orĀ illness .
šļøĀ :Ā Ā ourĀ musesĀ areĀ forcedĀ byĀ circumstanceĀ toĀ shareĀ aĀ bedĀ forĀ theĀ night .
š§¼Ā :Ā Ā yourĀ museĀ bathesĀ mineĀ afterĀ myĀ museĀ sustainsĀ anĀ injuryĀ orĀ illness .
šĀ :Ā Ā ourĀ musesāĀ handsĀ brushĀ asĀ theyĀ walkĀ sideĀ byĀ side .
š¢Ā :Ā Ā yourĀ museĀ picksĀ mineĀ upĀ Ā &Ā Ā carriesĀ themĀ overĀ theirĀ shoulder .
šļøĀ :Ā Ā yourĀ museĀ isĀ watchingĀ mineĀ sleep ,Ā Ā whenĀ myĀ museĀ suddenlyĀ wakesĀ upĀ Ā &Ā Ā catchesĀ them .
š¬Ā :Ā Ā myĀ museĀ stealsĀ aĀ cigaretteĀ Ā (Ā Ā or lollipopĀ Ā )Ā Ā fromĀ yourĀ museĀ Ā &Ā Ā putsĀ itĀ inĀ theirĀ mouth .
šĀ :Ā Ā ourĀ musesĀ slowĀ danceĀ together .
š§¦Ā :Ā Ā yourĀ museĀ walksĀ inĀ onĀ myĀ museĀ changingĀ clothes .
šĀ :Ā Ā yourĀ museĀ brushesĀ myĀ museāsĀ hair .
šĀ :Ā Ā ourĀ musesĀ areĀ mistakenĀ forĀ aĀ coupleĀ byĀ someoneĀ else .
šĀ :Ā Ā yourĀ museĀ noticesĀ thatĀ myĀ museāsĀ shirtĀ isĀ openĀ Ā &Ā Ā goesĀ toĀ āĀ fixĀ itĀ āĀ .
šĀ :Ā Ā myĀ museĀ seesĀ yoursĀ allĀ dressedĀ up .
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šĀ :Ā Ā yourĀ museĀ makesĀ aĀ suggestiveĀ jokeĀ butĀ myĀ museĀ actuallyĀ actsĀ onĀ it .Ā
phobetorxmpā:
With a gentle smile and bob of his head, Phobetor bids a good bye to the younger guests who had a few curiosities to ask him, and as he lifts his champagne glass to take a sip, notices something dark pool around his feet. With a frown his gaze darts lower, watching as shadows swarm under the black leather of his shoes, before a body steps to his side and a familiar voice calls for his attention.Ā āAs I live and breath-ā he hums in surprise as he turns, widened eyes settling on a face well known from his past, but it had been quite some time.Ā
āThe great overlord of hell, here, on the island?ā He hums,smile widening as it was good to see a familiar face. Ever the one to make a scene, of course he had chosen tonight of all nights to arrive. Chuckling at the comment of bright lights, his own gaze lifts to the glowing fixtures above them as he nods in agreement.Ā āHow long have you been in the realm of the living?ā He enquires with a gentle frown, if the light was still bothering him, then it could not have been long.
āIt has been so long, where have you been?ā
Emma grins at Phobetorās surprise, waving at him with a lace-covered hand. āLook at you using my title and everything~ Isnāt it a lovely surprise to see me here?ā His friendship with Phoebtor has always been light-hearted, despite their respective roles as gods. Heād truly missed the other. āI came here last night. Havenāt even unpacked my boxes yet... But how could I pass on the opportunity for a party, hm?ā
As he speaks, Emma takes a moment to look his old friend up and down. Heās changed over the decades, unsurprisingly, but his aura is undoubtingly the same. āYou look good,ā he says before giving a soft, low laugh at Phoebtorās question. āAre you accusing me? Iāve been busy in Jigoku. Judging the dead, watching their souls, all of that. Iāve been wanting to come back for a while, but...ā He shrugged.
āIām here now, arenāt I?ā
the utmost surprise | Emma-O & Thanatos
A Summer Gala 2020 starter for @mpxemmao
This was a shocking finding, that Thanatos could actually stand the crowdeness for more than half an hour. It seemed that his social tolerance, along with boredom threshold, had been increasing since his arrival on this island. As the music kept playing, from the high bar-stool, the Greek god of death observed how all attendees drifted further into their own little world, most with their chosen companions. Thanatos blended perfectly with the dim lights of the ballroom, so well it seemed like he wasnāt even there, which kept him happy the way it should.
Someone was waltzing their way towards the bar. As a reflex, Thanatos would give the newcomerās a brief look, no hostility, no welcoming, just a bare minimum amount of acknowledgement for their existence. But. There was something about this totally unfamiliar vessel that commanded Thanatosā eyes to linger. And within the first second of their eye contact, the Greek god recognized the reason.Ā āEmma-O?ā He called the name that hadnāt been spoken for decades, if Thanatosā sense of timing still worked well for the sake of the Upper World. It was more than a greeting than a question, because there was barely any doubt that inside this new body was one of the few friends he managed to keep safe from their immortality. Sliding off the bar stool, Thanatos offered Emma-O a friendly hug - something he didnāt remember given to any other deities, āItās been so long since last time, Em! When did you get here?!ā
Perhaps one of the reasons Emma had left Jigoku was loneliness. It was definitely because he was bored, because he missed the world of the living, because there was so much he knew in theory but hadnāt gotten to try. But perhaps heād also missed the company of mortals and other deities alike, perhaps being surrounded by souls of the dead (and, of course, two severed heads) was no longer enough for him.
Regardless, when Emma saw Thanatos after decades, a big grin spread across his lips and he wrapped his arms around the other god. āI did not expect to see you here of all people,ā he said with a laugh as he pulled back. āI just arrived, I heard there was some summer event going on so I thought Iād drop by. Havenāt even unpacked my boxes yet...ā Living somewhere that wasnāt his palace in the underworld would be strange indeed. āWhat about you? How come youāre here, where itās all bright and colorful and loud, hm?ā he teased.

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Ryo didnāt know what about him so familiar but the first thing that comes to mind that this man was undoubtedly Japanese. The power that radiates from him was enough to fill a room, he had to be a god. Which one? He couldnāt be sure.. So he decides to take a shot in the dark.
Before he can even say anything though he does hear the god talk which only further proves that this man is definitely a god. āSomething tells me that you must be from my family, or pantheon really.ā he chuckles as heās slipped into his Japanese, stepping closer to the other at the same time. He can feel the slow crawl of intimidation graze his skin and something about the look in this godās eyes resonates with him. āYou are most definitely not my mother since she is the goddess of creation and death..which would leave..would you happen to be Emma-O?ā he ask with the tilt of his head but that grin on his face doesnāt disappear. He doesnāt even mean to smile in such a way as to taunt. Heās more amazed than anything else, but of course he remembered his manners bowing for him. āHajimemashite.āĀ
One eyebrow raised, Emma takes the person in front of him in once again. Them speaking Japanese makes him feel at ease-- though heās well-versed in many languages, he rarely has the opportunity to actively speak them, so his native tongue is the only one heās fluent in.
Emma can sense the other is slightly intimidated, but thereās no fear there. He returns the grin with one of his own and gives a bow with a bit of a flourish, just because. āNot bad, not bad. Yes, Iām Emma-Å, just Emma is fine... though I donāt mind being called Emma-Å.ā King Emma. He didnāt require anyone outside of Jigoku to address him as such, but he couldnāt deny he enjoyed how it felt. āYouāre one of Izanamiās, then? A wonderful woman. We donāt meet as often as one might think, but she visits Jigoku every now and then.ā Though he has friends among the gods, Emmaās usual residence isnāt exactly easy to reach. Sometimes it takes decades or longer before he sees other deities again.
āWhat may I call you?ā
Strut | Open for multipleĀ
There were only a couple of things he could say for sure that he loved. He loved his craft, he loved his clothes, he loved his uniqueness. So when it came to moments like the gala where he could dress up and turn heads, really it was the only time some true self-love shined out of him. When it came to Babylon he had a front to put on. When it came to Yue he had his soft heart on show. There was just something about these events where Ryo really doesnāt mind catching peopleās attention for the person that he actually is.Ā
Taking a break from his mingling with a couple of friends heās run into the Japanese demigod takes a moment to excuse himself to freshen up. He heads to the bathroom, picking to slide into the ladiesā room because they were always the nicer and cleaner out of the two. He fixes himself up to make sure not one bit of his hair or makeup was out of place and comes strutting back out when he runs into a familiar face. āOh, hello there.ā he grins standing there as he crosses his arms in front of him. āEnjoying the gala?āĀ
In Jigoku, Emmaās appearance wasnāt anything strange or unusual. In fact, his sense of style had pretty much always been like this, heād always preferred dark fabrics and strange-looking jewelry he made himself. Not restrained by any societyās expectations, Emma was free to wear what he deemed comfortable. Heād been on Earth enough times over the centuries to not be surprised by the variation of styles and clothing, though he had almost forgotten how much he stood out. Not that he minded, of course; Emma enjoyed the attention.
And so he was pleasantly, perhaps even delightfully surprised to run into someone whose style also deviated from the norm. This person in front of him was dressed in dark fabrics, their gender indestinguishable (though Emma never particularly cared for the concept thereof) and looked stunning, to say the least. āCertainly,ā he replied when they spoke to him, returning their grin with one of his own. āItās been some time since Iāve been on Earth and the amount of... everything is positively overwhelming.ā
Emma pauses to glance around, then turns his gaze back to the person in front of him. āI am not used to how bright everything is around here.ā His gaze wanders over their outfit as he gives them the honest compliment, āYou look good.ā
mpxjinsoulā:
āHello!ā
Without thought Jinsoul repeats the greeting in Japanese; it comes to her easily as if sheās back home, not surprising considering the way she had been openly staring at the other being, transfixed. Speaking Korean over Japanese is the last thing on her mind.
āIt really is a lot, huh? Everyone here is so interesting!ā
Itās obvious she means him, too. Everyone is dressed extravagantly, but no one yet has looked the way he does and it seems to captivate the demigoddess. They must look quite the opposite, her in all her tulle and silken flowers, pale hair pinned back with delicate little blooms.
āMy name is Jinsoul, but all my friends call me Jinsoullie, so please~! Iām a twenty three year old daughter of Benten and it is very nice to meet you!ā
The champagne is definitely going to her head. It shows in the introduction sheās been perfecting all evening and the little curtsy that follows.
Emma is pleasantly surprised to hear the young woman reply in Japanese. He figured some people around here would speak it, but hadnāt thought heād meet someone this soon.
When she says the word interesting he knows heās included in that and he canāt help but grin. How wonderful, to be surrounded by new people who arenāt used to his style and antics yet. Not that Emma is in need of an ego-boost, but... itās appreciated. āIndeed,ā he agrees, a slight tilt to his head as he takes in her outfit. She looks very soft and summer-y, completely different from him, but good. Unsurprisingly, sheās taller than he is, but he doesnāt mind. āThe flowers are a very nice touch, they suit you.ā
She introduces herself and-- of course, sheās one of Bentenās children, now it all makes sense. āBenten?ā Emma repeats with a smile. āI know her well. My name is Emma, I am the God of the Underworld.ā He gives the demigoddess a small bow. āNow that youāve told me who your mother is, it explains the... I suppose energy is the right word? Around you.ā As a Goddess of Luck and patron of the arts, Benten was always someone Emma got along with and whose company he enjoyed.
āHave you been here long, then? I knew there would be demigods of my, or rather our pantheon here, but I didnāt expect to meet someone immediately.ā
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open starter for the summer gala
It was unusual for Tyler to be so nervous, he was normally quite composed and friendly if the situation called for it. Yet as he floated around the outside edge of the ballroom, he couldnāt contain the butterflies in his gut. A sea of unfamiliar faces as far as he could see, this wouldnāt bother him usually as that is life but, this was a social event and he was doing anything but. He couldnāt help but fidget with his watch as he stood at the edge of the dance floor, eyes searching for a familiar face.
A tap on his shoulder distracted him from his search as he turned around to see who had gotten his attention. He cleared his throat and stepped slightly to the side, assuming they were attempting to pass him and join others on the dance floor.Ā
āOh, pardon me. Did you need to pass?ā
As fun as it was to reunite with people and meet some new faces, after a while of that Emma needed a break. Who new that talking so much would be so tiring? Sure, he had godly stamina and all that, but it would definitely take a while for him to be used to all this.
And so he grabbed a drink and then weaved his way through the crowd in order to find a quieter spot, somewhere he could stand and observe for a while. Unfortunately, his path was blocked by a very tall person. Emma was short, he knew that, it didnāt bother him, but this particular island certainly had a lot of above-average sized people...
He sighed resignedly and tapped the stranger on the shoulder. āI--ā He glanced past the stranger and realized that the area behind him was even more crowded than where Emma had come from. āYou know what? Nevermind, thereās a few too many people. Iāll just stand here, if you donāt mind.ā If worst came to worst he could surely use this person as a human shield or something. "May I ask you your name?ā
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summer gala tension with @mpxemmaoā
Things had been going pretty well considering she wasnāt big on the idea of attending the gala. Having a good friend like Tao to hide behind made it easier. Siobhan had turned around from the bar, soda in hand, when she saw him across the ballroom. He didnāt look much different than the last time she saw him. She couldnāt help but sigh deeply and roll her eyes, scanning the room for her lifeline when she noticed heād spotted her. Suddenly, her suit jacket became too warm as her frustration grew. Long fingernails brushed black and white hair from her face as she ignored him.
She took a sip of her soda and tapped the toe of her heel on the floor, her arms crossed as she surveyed the crowd. Begging to anyone listening to compel him to leave her be. Now of all times did not seem like a good time for a family reunion. If you could even call it that, she was sort of having a good time and she really didnāt need her āfatherā ruining it for her at this point. Siobhan turned to look away from where he stood entirely, pretending to be distracted by the band performing as she nervously and carefully kept an eye for Tao to hide behind.
Emma knew that showing up at the gala with absolutely no warning would result in some surprising reunions, but honestly that idea had sounded very fun to him. He had no one to bother down in Jigoku so if he was going to spend some time on Earth, he might as well enjoy himself, right? And it was going pretty well so far. A few familiar faces, a few new faces. Being surrounded by people would take some getting used to, though. Emma noticed that he occasionally forgot to smile when he wasnāt talking to anyone and apparently that made him look scary.
But then he saw a face he hadnāt expected-- his daughter. A daughter. That daughter. The one he had visited... how many years ago? The one who wanted nothing to do with him. Which... well, he couldnāt really blame her for that; Emma wasnāt a family man by any means, he was not father material. But he was curious. He wanted to know why she was here of all places. This was an island for gods and demigods, if she hated him and her connection to the gods why would she be here?
Emma braced himself for the awkwardness he knew would come and walked over, heels of his boots clicking on the ground. āSiobhan,ā he said, and his tone was soft despite the roughness of his voice. āItās been a while.ā Thatās what humans said at reunions, right? āYou look good.ā And she did. More grown-up than last time, just as irritated. āI didnāt think Iād see you around here.ā

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unrestrained summer fun || open
The first thing Emma notices is the noise, the second is the movement.
Jigoku isnāt empty or boring by any means, but this place⦠this place is alive. Thereās warmth, thereās so much color, and so many people fluttering around and talking to one another. For a few moments, Emma stops and watches, standing at the side like a shadow.
Until he notices someone looking at him. Thatās unsurprising, considering the way he looks, and he tilts his head and waves at them with one lace glove-covered hand before walking over. His social skills are probably a bit rusty, but with a bit of practice itāll be fine, right?
āHello,ā he says in Japanese, then remembers that this island is linked to South Korea and corrects himself, repeating the greeting in Korean. His gaze wanders over the person in front of him, then to the many other people around them, many of which are sipping bright drinks. āItās very⦠colorful here,ā he comments with a soft, raspy laugh. āI almost forgot that Earth is like this.ā
Clicking his tongue, Emma turns back to the person heād approached. āWhatās your name?ā
darkness to darkness
@phobetorxmpā
Emma had forgotten how hot and bright Earth could be. In Jigoku it was always nice and cool, it was always only as light as he wanted it. His palace sparkled in the darkness or it didnāt, depending on his preference, and he could be dressed in layers upon layers of dark clothes without having to deal with any heat-related consequences.
Here, however, despite it being evening, Emma was annoyed. His clothing was loose enough and the top cut low enough for there to be some air circulation, but it was nowhere near as relaxing and cool as he was used to. He sipped at an aggressively colored drink and sighed, resigned.
That is, until he spotted an old friend. Phobetor-- and yes, it was Phobetor, even decades of not seeing each other wouldnāt stop Emma from recognizing him, stood not too far away from him, chatting with some people Emma didnāt know.
Now, Emma was polite (though Phobetor of all people would definitely disagree with that) and didnāt interrupt, but the second the strangers left Emma sidled up beside his old friend, shadows moving around him and announcing his presence before heād reached the other god.
āArenāt you a sight for sore eyes?ā he drawled in his deep, raspy voice. āLiterally sore, at this point. How is it all so bright?ā
unrestrained summer fun || open
The first thing Emma notices is the noise, the second is the movement.
Jigoku isnāt empty or boring by any means, but this place... this place is alive. Thereās warmth, thereās so much color, and so many people fluttering around and talking to one another. For a few moments, Emma stops and watches, standing at the side like a shadow.
Until he notices someone looking at him. Thatās unsurprising, considering the way he looks, and he tilts his head and waves at them with one lace glove-covered hand before walking over. His social skills are probably a bit rusty, but with a bit of practice itāll be fine, right?
āHello,ā he says in Japanese, then remembers that this island is linked to South Korea and corrects himself, repeating the greeting in Korean. His gaze wanders over the person in front of him, then to the many other people around them, many of which are sipping bright drinks. āItās very... colorful here,ā he comments with a soft, raspy laugh. āI almost forgot that Earth is like this.ā
Clicking his tongue, Emma turns back to the person heād approached. āWhatās your name?ā
ā Summer? Gala? I have just the outfit. ā
- Emma, probably
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True to his nature, the Lord of the Dead shows up late and dressed in all black, with dark, heavy makeup and lace gloves. Itās his first appearance on the island; no one was informed, no one knows he lives here now, and yet here he is. He may look scary and have a deep, raspy voice, but donāt let that intimidate you. In fact, go and talk to him! Itās been a while since heās been around living people and heās a bit out of practice.
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