It's Valentine's Day!
(Did you really expect him not to post on his own day?) Anyway, y'all, here's one ridiculously bouncy god of love, sprawled out near a table full of all the sorts of things you'd expect to see on Valentine's. There's teddy bears, chocolate, cookies, long-stemmed roses, cards, and -- because Eros is practical (and the god of sex, after all), in a small bowl in the back there's a bunch of condoms and quite a lot of jars of chocolate body paint.
"Well hey, babes. Come enjoy Valentine's. And worship me. I like worship."
Typist: Because this wouldn't be DF without a crackplot, of course the objects have charms on them. The chocolates should make the person who eats them unattractive to their partner, while the roses make them extremely attractive to anyone in the immediate vicinity. The condoms and the body paint are both charmed to make sure whoever uses them has amazing sex. The teddy bears make the bearer ridiculously horny, and the cookies make whoever eats them painfully chaste. Right. So, have fun!
"Well hey, babes. Come enjoy Valentine's. And worship me. I like worship."
Typist: Because this wouldn't be DF without a crackplot, of course the objects have charms on them. The chocolates should make the person who eats them unattractive to their partner, while the roses make them extremely attractive to anyone in the immediate vicinity. The condoms and the body paint are both charmed to make sure whoever uses them has amazing sex. The teddy bears make the bearer ridiculously horny, and the cookies make whoever eats them painfully chaste. Right. So, have fun!