#mpxthoth

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 Starter reply;

Cabrakan was shaking, the panic attack had hit him out of nowhere it seemed, he had been fine, one moment he was browsing the university shelves in the self-help section, he had intended to work on new methods to help some of his patients, and next thing he knew the ground was shaking. Cabra had dropped his book as he fell to his knees, his hands curling into fists as he worked on his breathing, he focused on the sight of the wide open blue sky just beyond the glass of the library as he fought with himself to bring the localised earth tremors emitting from him under control. 

He could hear screams of fear from others and people yelling as they abandoned their individual studying or perusing in favour of hiding under desks as the tremors grew in strength. Cabra had to block it all out, he focused on his breathing and his eyes kept to the sky, the library was plenty big enough, Cabra didn’t understand why it had hit him out of nowhere, but he couldn’t focus on that he needed to stop the tremors.

3, 4, 5 Sentence Prompts Meme: still accepting

“No! No, not at all. I’m just-” Krystal’s words came to a halt as she paced around the room. She let out a deep sigh as she stopped her movements, bending down to scoop up her cat. Saoirse meowed softly as she nuzzled into Krystal’s neck. A breeze coming through the open door to her balcony caused a few of her plants to rustle. When she looked back to the god standing in her kitchen she huffed and sat on her couch. “I’m just frustrated is all. Sorry, I don’t mean to take it out on you.” She didn’t know why the council member had shown up at her door but, she’d invited him in. Only to receive a phone call about one of her patients at the hospital right after he walked into her apartment.

“Anyways, what is it you needed?” She shook her head at herself, using her free hand to quickly slip some of her blonde hair behind her ear.

3, 4, 5 Sentence Starters | Accepting

“Hm?” Diana looked up from her book with a small start, pulling her earbuds out of her ear. It was late, and she had not really expected to see anyone else in the library at this time. She did not think she recognized the man who addressed her, but she wasn’t bothered by the interruption. Realistically, she probably should have been getting ready to pack her stuff up and go home, anyway, otherwise she would be there all night.

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 Starter reply;

Kings arms pulled back quickly at the others defiant words, “Sir, I’m sorry if you dislike being touched but right now you are in danger!” King insisted, they didn’t have much time to talk about it, a small fire that had started in the cafeteria had quickly gotten out of control.

The department was told the building had been cleared by the alarms, but then another of the firemen had heard the kids whispering about how a professor of the school had gone back in to look for more students. This time King waited, under the watchful eye of his chief, it was difficult, but he waited at the ready until they knew a person was still in the building. When they received confirmation there was no holding King back. 

He was in the building and then in the cafeteria in no time, thankfully due to the fire doors being closed off, the fire had been contained to the cafeteria. The smoke inside was heavy and black, as oils, food and fats burned in the kitchen. King had found the professor on the ground, the poisonous fumes having gotten to the other god. It was obvious the other man was not entirely understanding of his situation. 

As he receives the initial compliment, Wukong lets a little smirk tug at his lips as his attention returns to the mirror and his shoulders turn to admire his side profile. Sure, a baby blue suit was a little outlandish, and coupling it with a deep burgundy tie as a style choice... but he felt good about it! Besides, Thoth was someone he considered to be well put together, stylish and handsome and if he approved then he must be on with a winner! 

His smile instead falls as he looks over at the other god in surprise, mouth falling open a little as he hears his joke. “Apu-?!” He repeats, mouth opening a little wider in outrage. He is not some monkey side-kick for comedic effect, he’s the Monkey King! 

cont from here w/ @mpxthoth ft phobetor and thoth

With the cool night’s breeze ruffling the hairs at the nape of his neck, Phobetor’s eyes glance over towards the other god as the deep ponderous tone of his voice meets his ears - only to have the god of nightmare’s eyebrows rising in alarm at his frankly cheeky suggestion. Overly chatty was not a normal description of the dark god, and the part of him that was not wanting to stutter for a retort was well aware that Thoth knew when and how to press his buttons. 

3, 4, 5 Sentence Prompts Meme: still accepting

The god looked up from where he was marking in the ledger he keeps under the clerk’s counter of Sombra Muerte. He was bent awkwardly, as he leaned on the counter that was only a little over half his height. As someone who rarely ever expressed any emotion, for half a second you could see his eyebrows furrow in confusion before returning to their blank state. Zico highly doubted he was anyone's favorite person, especially someone as smart and powerful as Thoth. He doubted he was even his follower’s favorite god, and his thugs feared him more than anything. His low voice rumbled from his chest as he looked back to the ledger in front of him.

“I don’t know what you’re attempting to flatter me for Thoth but, whatever it is you can skip the formalities and cut to the chase.”

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡  meme - accepting

“Hmm-?” Letting out a gentle hum, Phobetor hadn’t fully engaged his attention on the person behind him, as he slowly leafs through an old tome from the research section of the universities library. with old, wonderfully yellowed and slightly soft pages between his fingers, turning with the crisp sound of paper, the nightmare god turns the page as he glances up and back over a broad shoulder. 

“Ah, oh god of Wisdom-” he greets pleasantly, with a small curl to the corners of his lips in a surprised yet friendly smile, and a little teasing behind using titles. It is only as his eyes lower and he catches sight of an arm, awkwardly bent and lifted, stuck, that his dark black eyebrows slowly rise towards his hairline. Wisdom indeed... as the man has the function buttons of his watch stuck in the button hole of his shirt!