mythopoeics

...that awkward moment when you're talking music with a classmate and they ask you your favorite song and you reply 'Somebody To Love' which they respond to by asking if you have Beiber-fever, so you have to restrain your inherent rage to inform them you meant Queen, though Jefferson Airplane also did the song.

It is much to early in the morning for me to have to deal with this without having had my morning mocha latte, so let me express my feelings via a cunning series of macros.

( These say it all... )

I am so, so, so, sooooooooooooooooo~ happy things are back to normal. Not that I didn't love hearing everyone and their mothers screwing and scratching and all that, but it's nice not getting everyone's conversations all up in my head space. Some of you are seriously boring, and the rest of you have some sick minds... Oh, who am I kidding, it was awesome most of the time!

I treated us to a prize today - we went and saw The Avengers. That shit was so cash, boss even. I'm so glad I convinced my uncle to take me, without even having to cry and pout about it! Whinging doesn't count. Tony Stark and Steve Rogers can totes get it.

I am just saying. No one ever said I had any fucking class. But I fucking love this city~

[filter; reza | visible to all blackwell women]

Caaaaaan we go punch Patrick now? I'll hold him down, you hit him with all your girly-strength.

[Azazel's perfect world should have been a harem of men waiting at his every beck and call. But it wasn't. In his perfect world, he had a family who loved him unconditionally. His family included not only the mortal parents who had disowned him, but all the other Blackwells, and his two sisters from Zurvan. And he certainly didn't mind the presence of Samael's lovely little concubines. They weren't exactly the Brady Bunch but Azazel was having one hell of a good time. In the back of his mind he knew it wasn't real, that it couldn't possibly last forever, but why not enjoy it while it was?]

Bottomless supply of wine. Check.

Every season of Project Runway. Check.

I would invite some of you over to partake in this glorious fiesta, but my flat is literally filled up!

[Death has been collecting people, it seems. It's not been so bad. Bodies she could use in case of, well, anything. She wasn't naive enough to think perhaps they also didn't think this way. It was the right way to go.]

I wish I had some cards on me. not for gambling but solitaire.

how many of you suspect those taken are actually dead?

All I need is Dionysus, some things to chase, and a couple pints, and I'd be gold Can't say that outloud So I've yet to be snatched by any pretty ladies. Why is that?

( fly away from here )

[There was something very ominous about many of Uriel's surroundings, he'd come to realize during his time with Azazel. From the trees to the vines hanging off them to the bushes littering the ground, nothing seemed safe. Even the paths could very easily be dangerous. Uriel chalked it up to being far too used to abnormal things happening once they were anywhere but New York.

It was by a particularly ominous raspberry bush (or so he thought; he wasn't aware if they were edible or not) that he heard the crunch of leaves. Turning cautiously, expecting it to be Azazel creeping up on him, he saw nothing.

From behind a hand clamped over his throat, and all was black from there.]

I was fortunate to escape this mysterious curse that had been set upon you all, but I am curious -- is this the first time it has happened?

[Filter: Blackwells]

Drinks.

My place.

Significant others welcome, but Emilia your spawn might be best left at home.

I found a bunny in my trousers this morning!

I've decided to keep him. He looks rather angelic, all fluffy and white. Now which angel should I name him after, hmmm?

[filter; death & nanna]
I know we haven't spoken since we returned, but I hope you're all right, my darlings~ I will still think of you both as my sisters.

[filter; samyaza & kokabiel]
Brothers~

I need your opinion.

Online dating. Y/N?

Compared with still working all the time and all these strange things happening, I think I need a holiday.

I took off Monday, so I guess that's enough of a holiday. Four day weekend.

[Filter: Private]
And what's with this kit? Yep. Now you're talking to yourself essentially, Shaun. Good work.

I turned my son's children's Bible into a guinea pig yesterday. Which everyone else here seems to be going through. Maybe I'm not as crazy as I think I am. I had no idea how to explain that to my wife, but I figured, hey, kid seems to like the thing. Might as well let him keep it as a pet.

About time he moved on to a bona fide Bible, anyway.

Moving on, a good friend once told me that "Awkwardness is a choice". So here's me making the conscious effort to not be awkward by introducing myself. Name's Édouard d'Orsay. And, yes, that d'Orsay, which, as the result of my dad's genius, I can't help being a little proud of.

[Filter: Private]

Mr. L filed for divorce from his wife, Mrs. L. She found this to be devastating until she realized he was leaving her for his secretary. His buxom, raven-haired secretary that could have given my mother a run for her money.

Mortal and hell queen.

Mrs. L, then, was convinced to participate in a fetish club to vent but no one will be able to prove I had anything to do with that. She and the Man in the Latex Suit are fighting together against her soon-to-be ex for the apartment.

The Man in the Latex Suit's a judge with influence. It should be over soon.

[Filter: Public]

Who wants ice cream? :) My treat. ♥


Wait, I don't think I know any of you. ATTEND TO THIS IMMEDIATELY!

I was told today that I should go suck a bag of dicks. I was curious to know what sort of dicks would be in that bag. Would they be healthy dicks, or diseased ones? A man should know what he's facing.

The name is Gavin, by the by.

Theories:

This is a community for-
a. roleplaying/fanfiction/otherkins
b. some other fandom thing
c. personal ads for New Yorkers
d. alien/government conspiracy theories
e. a social experiment
f. I've lost my mind/have been drugged/drank too much

If-
a. Reportedly not.  But just in case: not interested, but keep on keeping on.
b. What series is this?
c. I have a couch that my roommate wants rid of because apparently it doesn't match the new coffee table. 
d. Freaky.
e. Also freaky.  (unsure if more, less, or similar amounts of)
f. Seems likely.
all of the above. Oh.
none of the above. Hello, my name is Donovan. 

What the devil is going on?

All this drama~ is bad for my line of business. There's only so much a man can do for all those frown lines.

[filter; death & nanna]
Please tell me you're safe, sisters.

As lovely as the hospitality has been, it's wretchedly hot in Mictlan. I don't know how these people can bear to keep their clothes on.

If it were my kingdom, I should mandate that all the men wear loin cloths (stylish loin cloths, mind you).

For my own personal use, I've been inspired to design trousers with a lower cut and frock coats without sleeves. I should like to make more if anyone has an interest in keeping cool~

Ladies of Mictlan. No. Ladies of the world.

What is your ideal man? Not what you have and don't give me names but, in words, paint me a picture. Dark-haired, fair-haired - red-haired (the gingers, oh the gingers!) - well-tanned, scruffy, clean-shaven? Light-eyed, dark-eyed, tall, average height, slender, muscular, sensitive, arrogant, as stubborn as a mule, blah blah blah. Fill it in yourselves, lovelies. Could you be swayed to consider another type? Are you very firm on what you want?

Don't start with the questions, just give me answers. Just my ex-wife will be allowed to question me. In private. While straddling my knee. And only then may she question me.

HONEYBUNMUFFINSWEETDESSERTTHING, DON'T LET THE KIDS READ THIS!

I think it may be time to spread my wings and fly to another city. It seems unfair to keep only one region of Zurvan on the pulse of true aesthetics. Where oh where shall I go~

I thought about playing a question game but then I decided you all have better things to do.

[Filter: Heimdall]

You aren't planning on murdering the girl so far, correct?

[Filter: Sigyn of Svarga and now Glastheim]

Settling? Settled? Intrigued or annoyed yet?

[Filter: Nanna & Baldr]

I wish to borrow spend time with the child Killian. For my curiosity family bonding. Would you both be comfortable with that? It's fine if not. The parents Your comfort comes first. I know he's young so it can be a trying time for both parent and child to be separated a while.

I want to travel. Where is appealing at this time of year?

[filter; sisters]

What news of the boy king? Is he coming to claim our Polyxena? Shall we welcome him into our fold?

It's so lovely to have something happy to think about.

(I have all my family together in one place. There is nothing happier.)

Glastheim~

I'm back for this fabulous occasion. Your ladies beckon for my services, and who am I to deny them what they want? I have a weakness for adding my mark to weddings. Particularly the ones that involve important people.

Have you missed me?

Though we're pretty much stuck here, building pillow fortresses and making out in the office, let's not be entirely put out, eh?

I'm just going to go ahead and ram Christmas spirit right up your faces. Say 'Merry Christmas', or whatever equivalent, in as many languages as possible. Top of your head, people. No Googling.

I'd go ahead, but that'd be more languages for everyone else, right? No fun in that.

Bring your worst!

Blackwells, front and centre. I have paintball equipment and I'm not afraid to use it.

(There is no way out. Save yourselves, &c)

[filter; greek deities & their offspring]

I trust you are all healthy and safe. Pheme, I commend you on your pyjamas. If we are still here come Christmas Day, I propose we select the least mischievous floor and meet there.

(Or, perhaps the most mischievous, if my son Hermes has his way~?)

I HAD A TERRIBLE MORNING. :( Six hours. Six hours of torture. I only had my hand. And now all these towels[gone]

I need a hug. And assurance. And cookies. Maybe in that order.



Probably need some pants before that.

Emilia, I'm coming to you for Christmas. Y/Y? I'm bringing Gregory and Reza, whether they like it or not. I can't cook so I'm bringing alcohol.

On that note, what do all the little Blackwells want in their stockings? I know what I want~

My Christmas will go a little like this:
ONE. Midnight Mass
TWO. Home to investigate whether Gregory has been naughty or nice
TWO. Morning Mass
THREE. Emilia's for food
FOUR. Evensong
FIVE. And hopefully by then someone will have acquired the Doctor Who Christmas Special for me.

Eeeevey: ONE, TWO, FOUR?
Agrat, my own: New Year's Eve. I'm booking you for shenanigans of the highest order.

It's the most wonderful time of the year, and I've been baking Christmas cookies for most of the day. If anyone would like some do let me know.