[please wait] - cw: potential for all prompt warnings, panic attacks, flashbacks to being struck by lightning
[Hypnos isn't so much sitting on the couch as he is hovering just above the cushions, curled up midair with his blanket of a cloak pulled over his thin, shaking frame. Normally he's a pretty chill guy, but there are some things that really get to him. Unfortunately one of those things is thunderstorms.
At least he's inside, and if he keeps his face buried in his cloak, then he doesn't have to see the flashes of lightning, so really, it's all fine! He can totally wait for this to blow over. How long could it possibly last, right? Right??
Every clap of thunder makes the terrified deity flinch or squeak. A few particularly pathetic reactions prompt a laugh-track reaction from seemingly nowhere.]
sex bots - cw: potential for all prompt warnings, potential smut (depends on you!)
[Bless him, Hypnos absolutely falls prey to the sex bots like the sleepy attention-starved idiot that he is. He is visibly disappointed when the beefy minotaur the bot had turned into evaporates into nothing.]
Hey, wait, where'd you go? Awwww, man... [Now there's just this-- weird sensation everywhere, a buzzing under the skin. A strange energy that demands satisfaction.
Luckily(?) there sure are a lot of other attractive people around! Gorgeous women, handsome men, vice versa, and perhaps even more! There is a strange, ethereal beauty to the Cthonic deity, and it's only amplified by the virus. His curls seem a bit bouncier, the faint starlight freckles on his skin a little more pronounced. He floats off towards the first fellow subject he sees, twirling a finger in one of his loose curls.] Well, hi there~ [He gives the stranger his best bedroom eyes.]
Hypnos | Hades
[Hypnos isn't so much sitting on the couch as he is hovering just above the cushions, curled up midair with his blanket of a cloak pulled over his thin, shaking frame. Normally he's a pretty chill guy, but there are some things that really get to him. Unfortunately one of those things is thunderstorms.
At least he's inside, and if he keeps his face buried in his cloak, then he doesn't have to see the flashes of lightning, so really, it's all fine! He can totally wait for this to blow over. How long could it possibly last, right? Right??
Every clap of thunder makes the terrified deity flinch or squeak. A few particularly pathetic reactions prompt a laugh-track reaction from seemingly nowhere.]
sex bots - cw: potential for all prompt warnings, potential smut (depends on you!)
[Bless him, Hypnos absolutely falls prey to the sex bots like the sleepy attention-starved idiot that he is. He is visibly disappointed when the beefy minotaur the bot had turned into evaporates into nothing.]
Hey, wait, where'd you go? Awwww, man... [Now there's just this-- weird sensation everywhere, a buzzing under the skin. A strange energy that demands satisfaction.
Luckily(?) there sure are a lot of other attractive people around! Gorgeous women, handsome men, vice versa, and perhaps even more! There is a strange, ethereal beauty to the Cthonic deity, and it's only amplified by the virus. His curls seem a bit bouncier, the faint starlight freckles on his skin a little more pronounced. He floats off towards the first fellow subject he sees, twirling a finger in one of his loose curls.] Well, hi there~ [He gives the stranger his best bedroom eyes.]