#mpxposeidon

[exmpairmid]

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where you gonna go? i can’t tell you that someday in the sky we'll see the same sun on the rise, yeah wherever you go, far as tokyo i can say; i'll see you again

@mpxposeidon

[phobetorxmp]

❝ Mistletoe ❞

“I have just learnt the most interesting little custom-” Phobetor hums, lips curved in amusement, as by his side he twirls a ribbon bound bundle of mistletoe and his devious little smirk only grows with each moment. In teaching him the custom behind this before inconspicuous little flower, Osiris had given Phobetor pure trickery at his finger tips, and the best kind. The kind that got him kisses. 

He had wanted to lay a big smooch on the sea god’s lips ever since the first time he’d seen them curl in that boyish grin, with that temptingly tufty facial hair. Without a moments pause to falter, the god of nightmares brandishes the plant confidently, raising it high above their heads before the other hand curls fingers into the collar of Poseidon’s shirt. Then with an almost gleeful glint in his coal black eyes he tugs the man forward and leans in with a kiss. Sealing his pair of perfectly waiting lips against the other Greek’s with the most satisfying sensation of pressure.  

Then, regrettably, with the softest of satisfied hums, he pulls back to break their kiss, and lets his eyebrow arch triumphantly with a nod. Shame there isn’t a plant for everything he’d like to do to the man...

“Merry Christmas, Poseidon”

[exmphades]

“ yes, the rumors are true. i’m a lovey-dovey dumbass. ”

meme: random text posts

"Rumours?” He echoes, letting his gaze trail over his younger brother with a slightly raised eyebrow. “You think I have to let rumours tell me that, Seidy? I’ve experienced it firsthand. The lovey-dovey part, of course, but mostly the dumbass part.” He grins easily at his younger brother, reaching out a hand to grasp him by the shoulder for a moment, squeezing it comfortably in a sign of his happiness at seeing his brother again.

“I trust you’ve kept everything running smoothly in the time I was gone?” He continues joking, because last he’d been here Poseidon had been part of the council. He doesn’t particularly think it’s the best of ideas, but then on the other hand it’s probably a better idea than having Zeus on the council if they’re being honest.

“Or has trouble arisen in the shape and form of one of the other Greeks?” He tries to imagine who could walk in and make life hard for Poseidon and really; the list is very long indeed. “Don’t answer that,” he therefore says with another little laugh. “Tell me about you. Have you been well? Are you happy?”

[mountphoenix-gossip]

"Hey if enough people ask for it - I could totally push for an MPFD fundraising calendar. Just as long as the idea is popular enough..."

“I’d take twenty. To support the cause.”

[heatherxmp]

“Even if you do everything right, that’s still no guarantee you’ll get what you want.”

🌊

   “Yeah well, it’s still shit,” Heather says as he continues to wander the beach uncaring of the temperatures as he collects garbage. It’s disgusting! The trash and filth from the fools here that leave it and then the world beyond the edge just decorates the sand and nooks where the rocks are. Garbage in the water had always pissed him off- ever since he was little. “I’m not even asking much out of my fellow man, I’m just saying that when you’re done with the shit put it in the correct bin! It’s not hard and it’s not the recycling isn’t in the common vocabulary.”

  He bends and picks up a plastic bottle. “Like are you kidding me?!” It’s stripped of it’s label which is pushed into the bottle itself like some sort of joke against him personally. 

[ryujinmp]

❛❛ Ah yes, the age-old tradition of an obese old man dressed in a red suit - breaking into your house. ❜❜

Both Gods are seated in big, comfy chairs in front of the crackling fireplace. Ryūjin has both his tender hands enclosed around a sizeable mug painted with cliché holiday colours and its contents filled with–what is this spicy drink? He doesn’t bother to question the liquid he’s being fed because it makes him feel warm with every sip. He’s never been one to celebrate holidays, mostly because he always finds himself occupied with other tasks. By the time he looks out his window, the festive day would have already gone by. It’s rather pleasant to finally be able to sit around and relax, even if it was simply to share peaceful company by a fireplace like this. 

He chuckles outwardly at the image of Santa breaking into a home in some unconventional way, but he entertains the idea, “How does he fit through chimneys then if he’s so obese? I’d think that the only gift we’d receive is a cheque to replace our broken window.” He glances over at said window as he takes a sip of his drink. “Anyway, here’s to having one day out of the year to excuse ourselves from our busy lives to indulge in ridiculous festivities and notions of old, grey, fat men.” He says this with the same, playful and sarcastic tone as Poseidon’s, even though the sentence does hold some sort of truth.

[mperosx]

[ write ] receiver writes sender a note

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    He’s not really gotten more than a brief few seconds with Poseidon in...well, most of their existence if he’s honest. To Eros that is a real shame too but as far as those in his pantheon go, this particular god hasn’t caused much grief for him or for his duties as a love god. Knowing that he isn’t even that far away and having heard about him through friends Eros decides to take a more firm greeting into his hands one day.

  Quick as he can the lust god makes his way to the fire station and drops a note at the main entrance.

   “Poseidon,

      I thought it was a shame that I haven’t had any time really to say hello to you since we both live here. Talk about a small world by the way! Anyway, I was in the library again and happened across a book about you and your many stories and thought to myself it’s high time to really make an effort to know the you of now instead of just knowing the you of my youth and from messy human accounts (which are sometimes dismally out of proportion). Hope this note finds you well and that we can make some time to connect!

-In Love-

  Eros “

     He includes his number and the place he works with a post script that says something about how he is a better texter than call taker and goes on his way.

[exmpxtohil]

you’re letting your imagination get the better of you.

‘prodigal son’ starters: not accepting

he lets the excess air in his lungs out in a quiet, slow breath, keeping his gaze on the cocktail he’s making a little longer before lifting his eyes up to meet those of the greek god and council member currently seated at the bar.

“honestly, fishboy, whether or not i’m enjoying a good moment of imagination is probably the full zero percent of your business and as long as you get the drink you ordered made in the way you requested i also think you shouldn’t give a damn.”

there’s a slightly dangerous little hint to his voice that indicates he’s not in the mood for games just then and as if in turn, the temperature around him increases a few degrees easily. it’s a good thing taeyong’s not working this evening or the boy would most definitely have had some trouble with the heat radiating off the god of fire just then.

[amaterasuxmp]

clean up | ama + psdn

council shenanigans with @mpxposeidon continued from here

“I was only gone for a week or two,” Amaterasu spoke emphatically as she led the taller Greek god away from the still being cleaned up council hall. Who knew an indoor storm would actually take weeks to mop up?

“And I had hoped things wouldn’t be too bad in my return.” She gives a shake of her head, though there was only an exasperated look on her face. “Hera being careless doesn’t seem likely dear, but I’ll remind her we have the hooks on the tables for a reason.” She peruses the list attached to her clipboard for the day and was reminded of the reason why she sought him out in the first place.

“But a stormy council chamber is the least of my concerns at the moment, Poseidon.” She gestured at an item in her list. “Did you really sign off a request of a whole five blocks for a street pool party?” 

[mountphoenixrp]

Following our activity check, the faceclaims and deities listed below are now free to be roleplayed. Please note that there is now a two week waiting period before you can reapply if your character has been removed for inactivity.

Kim Wonpil, DAY6.

Kim Yongsun (Solar), Mamamoo.

Hathor, Egyptian Pantheon.

Park Minyoung, actress.

Hera, Greek Pantheon.

Gong Jichul (Gong Yoo), actor.

Poseidon, Greek Pantheon.

Jessica Ho (Jessi), soloist.

Christian Yu (DPR IAN), DPR.

Im Jinah (Nana), After School.

Freya, Norse Pantheon.

Please unfollow @mpxelio, @mpxhathor, @mpxhera, @mpxposeidon, @mpxvalentina, @mpxlucas and @mpfreya.

[hotaruxmp]

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[exmpairmid]

ocean eyes ;;

mount phoenix city with @mpxposeidon

if she’s still carrying with her the sweater she silently borrowed from yixing’s wardrobe upon entering his apartment, that’s something only she has to know. and if she’s come straight from the night spent there, that is also something no one else needs to find out. at least she’d taken the time to have a delicious breakfast, then stepped under a hot shower and made herself presentable all over again before eventually leaving the apartment alongside her most beloved; him on his way to work and her on her way to visit the other person she’d missed during her time away.

funny how living in the same city as him for a few months would make her become so used to his presence. funny how, after almost centuries of mostly solitude, it had only taken a few months for her to allow him past her walls fully. he’d long managed to find himself a spot in her heart, somewhere from very near their first encounter, but it had been a small spot, a place for her sea boy who she’d call upon through the waves sometimes just to spend some time together. at this point, she honestly can’t call it small anymore. can’t call him a passing romance anymore either.

at this point, she thinks she should tell him her name, give him every part of her that she’d been keeping from him so far, because in her heart and soul, she knows he’s already holding all of her in the palm of his hands anyway.

it’s not really a surprise that once she’s passed by the firehouse to find him not there, she becomes aware of him as she starts heading towards the beach. she knows he tends to keep some of his awareness open to her as well, but she also knows that whenever he’s enveloped in the ocean waters, he doesn’t always notice when she’s around until she makes herself known. she can only hope it’s the same this time, because she’d love to surprise him.

as she reaches the beach, she quietly takes off her sandals, wrapping them up in the sweater and pressing the ball against her stomach as she steps into the sand. it’s warm on her feet, even if they haven’t passed noon yet, and she gladly lets it slip between her toes, feel the earth under her feet once more. the mortal world is sadly lacking in the natural feel of things, and so she’s more than happy to indulge in it again.

she is even happier when she looks over at the shoreline only to get front row tickets to the sight of poseidon in nothing but his swimming shorts walking out of the ocean, glistening wet in the rays of the sun that perfectly highlight the toned lines of his upper body. she takes a moment - a long moment - as she continues walking silently to just appreciate that quite enticing sight, and then takes the next moment - perhaps even longer - to think of all the things she could do with her mouth on that smooth skin.

another moment and then she’s at the shoreline herself, quite an end away from him but it doesn’t matter. as she puts one foot into the receding water and then lets the other join it, she crouches down easily. without taking her eyes off of him, she reaches one hand out to the water, gently brushing her fingers through the small ripple of the incoming wave, capturing his attention the way she would always do when she called for him, with the gentlest of touches, like teasing. and this time she also gets to watch him closely to see how he physically reacts to her call. “my darling ocean eyes,” she singsongs softly to the water, to the ocean, calling for him like one calls a lover. “come to me.”

[phobetorxmp]

Coffee Confrontations

starter for @mpxposeidon​ ft phobetor & poseidon 

With his little black book of contacts open in front of him, pen stilled and one long leg folded over the other, Phobetor’s eyes lift from his notes as he hears a snippet of a conversation by the coffee shop counter, and something catches his interest. Along with some of his other qualities, his guiding nature, his resourcefulness and skills at reading people... the god of nightmares is incredibly nosy. So, when he hears mention of one particular name, he can’t help the way his dark eyebrow slowly arches, and he sits forward in a feigned gesture of reaching for his (long empty) coffee mug to peer around the small gathering and at one person in particular.  

So that is their fire chief? The one keeping them all safe at night, protector of their city? Even his internal monologue was dripping with sarcasm. Not because he didn’t appreciate the work they did, of course, but he’s just such a teasing little shit when it comes to men with authority. “Hmm..” he lets a small, appreciative hum pass his lips as his eyes take a meandering path down, lips pursing with a small nod of approval. Not bad. Just his luck, meeting two firemen! Well, he hasn’t met this one... yet, but if there is one thing Phobetor is not afraid to do, it’s take matters into his own hands. 

Snapping closed his ledger he pushes it into his bag before standing, Stretching all of his lean body he tugs down his blazer before striding forward towards the group, target in his sights. “Fire Chief, is it?” He cuts through them mid conversation, eyes set on Poseidon as the corners of his lips curl upwards. “A few weeks ago of your officers accosted me while I was completely naked. In nothing but a silk sheet and my cologne-” he states plainly, eyebrow arching as he looks back at the man. 

[exmphades]

Brother | Poseidon & Hades

@mpxposeidon

It seems to be a thing; the members of his family coming to the island one by one, all the Greeks gathering on Mount Phoenix as if they all know it is the safest ground to meet each other again. Hades isn’t really complaining. Not when a familiar sensation hits him once the next Greek in line crosses the threshold. Not when over two thousand years have passed since he last laid eyes on his beloved brother.

So maybe he overdoes it a little. Maybe he opens up a chasm in the ground a little too wide, a little too close to Poseidon’s feet, a little too easy for the god of the Sea to slip into and tumble all the way down into the Underworld. But he knows Poseidon won’t fall in, knows his brother will be poised enough to stop in time, to peer down and watch Hades calmly walk out from his Realm and back into the Upperworld with that tiny little smug grin on his features and an unrivaled shine in his eyes.

“Little brother,” he states calmly when he finds himself face to face with his brother. He knows it’s Poseidon even when the features are different than what they used to be, knows it’s his brother because as the ruler of the Underworld, his connection is to people’s souls, to the very essence of them, and there is nothing in the world that screams Poseidon more than the essence of the man in front of him.

“It’s been a while.” A slight raise of his eyebrows and an increase of the smugness of his expression. “Got tired of your seahorses?”

[mpxangela]

A Mother’s Fear! Selfpara

@mpjordan​ @mpxposeidon​

triggerwarning; torture, abuse, thoughts of murder

Bora found that the nights lately had grown worse. Sleep evaded her, and so, her day had been so unproductive. Nightmares riddled the demigoddess, and as she sat near the pond with her son, she could not help but ponder them. Why must she always remember the same scene over and over? It did nothing to help her process the past.

These thoughts seem to take a sudden twist in her head suddenly, panicked gasps expelling from her lips. A memory of herself strapped to the chair with her torturer hovering over her seemed to edit, having her son and her replacing the original figures. The image alone left Bora heaving in the grass beside her, and as she looked over at her son, dark, twisted, and deadly thoughts overwhelmed her mind. 

Why am I thinking this? She screamed internally, and it is with horror that she grabs Siwoo by the arm and escapes into the city. As she gets further from the pond, the thoughts suddenly quiet. Was this first phase of a worsening condition? Did the monster she tried to conquer and hide decide that everyone should see her true face? 

All Bora could do was was try and protect her son, and to her, the only way to do was get him as far away from her as possible. 

Siwoo was so confused as his mother got them to their home so fast. It is with the quick pack of a bag that she grabs her son’s hand and promptly escorts him to Poseidon’s door. “Please watch him for a few days.” She begs, and she quickly bends down to cover her son’s face with kisses. “Mommy will be back. I just need to tend to something, my love. Be a good boy.” Her heart seemed to shatter as she takes a few steps back. She could not even leave Poseidon with any answers either. 

Siwoo seemed so excited to spend time with his father, but she could not bear to think of how he would feel later when his mother did not come to get him that night. Would his father be able to soothe and explain some good reason why she was not back yet? Just when she thought she got a hang of being a mother, it took one experience to shatter that idea. Hopefully, Siwoo would understand his mother. There had to be someone that could help. 

“Siwoo.” She spoke to herself as she escaped the apartment. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill. In all the good that she felt that she did at Mount Phoenix, it would never be enough to let her forgive the past, and a male’s enjoyment of her pain would cement the idea that she would forever be an uncontrollable monster that did not deserve the love from her friends.

“I’m sorry that you have me as your mother. Life seems to have cursed us both.”

[dionysusxmp]

i messed up and answered this privately || w/unkie

@mpxposeidon asked: food – Poseidon and Dionysus share a meal

“How’s dad?”

Dionysus asked blandly, shoving a fry unceremoniously into his mouth and chewing it with unnecessary vigor. When his uncle had invited him for lunch, Dio had stubbornly insisted on fish and chips. For some reason Poseidon had gotten it into his head that, because they were immediate family, that meant that they had to bond or something. Dio wasn’t about to say no, especially not to one of his more powerful relatives, but that didn’t mean he had to enjoy it. Anyone who was closely tied to his father was of no particular interest to Dio.

“And everyone else. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been back to visit.”

Not for nothing either. Dionysus had made a point of not visiting Olympus for any reason if he didn’t have to. He stared straight at Poseidon as he chomped down on a large bite of breaded fish.