Tom's crackplotted happiness has worn off and he is back to being skittish and untrusting once again. But he has worked up his courage and has an announcement to make to the mansion's various divinities (particularly those that he knows ( Read more... )

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

*So, we currently have a Nemesis in a bikini, running through the mansion, being chased by evil looking plates (they have faces and TEETH) and various articles of cutlery (ever see the sporks in Veggie Tales: Lord of the Bean? Yeah, think that), which may or may not attack/eat any other people in the general ( Read more... )

The young man has the long sleek body of a hunter, fair watchful eyes the colour of trees in autumn, and the smell of a forest about his clothes--something earthy and clear, that reminds you of leaves and the hot wind of summer, of a deer rippling through shadows, blending in for a moment and for a moment showing through like a stain on a white ( Read more... )

(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 ( Read more... )

Wherever Eros is it can be certain Psyche is not too far. Things always happen like that, don't they?

Naturally though, Psyche isn't aware of this as she travels on a fool's errand. She's not as beautiful as she used to be, at least not in her mind, though not a soul could deny that she isn't beautiful. Why else would Aphrodite be jealous of the ( Read more... )

Enter one young man, bright of hair and fair of face, with two wings (whiter than snow) at his back, and carrying a bow and arrow. He regards the room with amusement, then nods to himself.

"You all can call me Eros. I figured since mother was here, I'd show up too. How's it going?" Yes, it's that Eros, and just in time for Valentine's Day, too ( Read more... )

So. *takes a bite out of an apple* It has been quite a day ( Read more... )

*slinks in and surveys the mansion and its inhabitants ( Read more... )

*clears throat prettily*

Hello, everyone. Helen, formerly of Troy, here. As Paris and I are now officially over, I am now opening applications for suitors. Please reply with your best proposal. Thank you!

Also: Achilles, Patroclus, darlings? Threesome?

Hello, bonjour, ciao, hola, hallo, привет, hei, etcetera etcetera, lovely to be here. I am Willy Wonka, founder and owner of the Wonka Chocolate Factory. *deep extravagent bow* I am honoured to meet all of you. How are you all? Good? Wonderful! Let's get started, shall we?

Typist: I can't believe we didn't have a Wonka! Well, now we do! I've read ( Read more... )