#mpxryujin

cont from here w/ @mpxryujin ft Phobetor & Ryujin 

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.

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.

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. 

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.

@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.

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.”

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.