[There's a rather hoarse voice, and volumes of contempt in that tone.]

Go away and call again later.

[Beep.]

[So. Hemera kicked his ass. He's recovered partially, thanks to Nyx's healing, but right now ( Read more... )

[Honestly? They weren't prepared for this. They hadn't even planned on staying for long, in this dimension, but it was far too amusing to watch their parents bumble around, nothing like the God of Sleep and his steely-eyed Keeper of their own time ( Read more... )

1) Kill Cain.
2) Apologise to Thanatos and Miwako.
3) Set this godforsaken dimension on fire
3) Kill every fucking Cain in this mall, Abels be damned.
4) Wipe out every wildcard
4) Kill Miwa -
4) Go home
4) Disintegrate mortal corporation???

"You know what?" He tells his reflection, calmly watching blood blossom across his shirt, "Even I do not ( Read more... )

He's expecting to break out into a cold sweat any time now. Taking a wife has never been this complicated before, millennia ago, or even just recently. Or was it just that? Well, as always, he had been...less than behaved towards that stonefaced brother of Miwako's, let his kids run around the Mall like they owned it, and such, but seriously ( Read more... )

This would probably be what Miwako will be feeling if she went to meet his mother.

...

Hypnos discovered that this isn't a very good feeling, as he stands in front of what he supposes is Orpheus' (and formerly his boss') door. Should he knock? Should he teleport just right in? Is he looking away? Should he wait for a secret signal, what...?

[ooc ( Read more... )

Well, thankfully, Thanatos is somewhere else - because the door to their dormitories? Is locked. Locked and guarded by one (1) twenty-year-old Minato with headwings, dressed in a white shirt and white pants, face is a perfect mask of neutrality.

Magic users within a twenty-foot radius will sense a sphere of protective wards and very old magic, ( Read more... )

Give me a character/pairing/whathaveyou, and a prompt, and I'll either draw (sketch) or write (drabble)something based on it.

It's midnight, and most of the Mall is winding down; normally functioning humans usually go to sleep at this time. Normally functioning mortals as well. The moon hangs large and round, pale yellow filtering through windows and rooms ( Read more... )

Just...doodles. Pencil tool doodles. And maybe a couple of other doodles too.

Boyxboy ahead.

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