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[cawfullyironic]

Okay so what the fuck is an 'Erotes' and why is everyone getting all up in my shit.

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[venetianprince]

Oh, tesoro, you poor thing... I'm coming, I'm coming. Did you keep your wings?

Where are you?

[He's missed the actual question, whoops.]

[helborn]

Uh. They're winged gods dealing with love and sex. ... Why?

[butthemiracleneverhappen]

Erotes are the plural form of Cupid. Perhaps you should invest in a bow and arrows this Jaunt?

[awfullyironic]

Yeah, I'm all angelic and shit right now. And I dunno I flew off a bit. On a street somewhere.

[awfullyironic]

Because I'm a winged gentleman with more swag than this city can handle.

[awfullyironic]

Okay but.

I'm not a floating, portly infant in diapers.

[venetianprince]

Ahaha... alright. Just mind your wings~ That's what's drawing everyone to you. I'll explain when I come find you~

[awfullyironic]

Mind them? How does one mind wings, pray tell. They're fuckin huge.

[venetianprince]

[Feli's giggling.] It means keep an eye on them. People might really try to pluck a feather from you if you're not paying attention. Granted, most won't be so bold to risk enraging an Erote, but... there's always a few bold folks determined to impress their lovers, si?

[helborn]

Oh. They're probably mistaking you for one, yeah.

[helborn]

That's actually kind of a misconception. Cupid, cherubs, and putti all got conflated together. He's not actually a fat baby unless he wants to appear like that.

[awfullyironic]

Dude, that fuckin hurts there's like blood and nerves all up in this shit. Imma have to smite a bitch that thinks they got the balls to steal a piece of a gods divine person.

[awfullyironic]

Pretty sure I can handle being worshiped as a sex god for a few weeks.

[awfullyironic]

Why would anyone ever wanna look like a fat baby. I mean I know greeks were into some serious arrays of youthful dong but that's heading into territories reserved for people who get their own special hell.

[helborn]

Have fun, then. Let me know if you need help.

[helborn]

You're not wrong, but it gets tied up into Christian mythology. Especially the Romans who ended up turning a bunch of their pagan stuff into Christian stuff after they found Jesus or whatever.

[venetianprince]

Si... that's why I'm worried. [The mirth is fading.] Even if only one or two people do it, it'll still hurt. So be careful until I come get you~! Play up the divine thing if you want to, I'm sure people will believe it, considering your wings.

[Aaand the mischief is back.]

[awfullyironic]

Clearly the heart of the reason christian priests get all handsy on their altar boys. It's deep rooted tradition.

[awfullyironic]

Don't worry about me, dude. Someone goes for a feather and I'll irradiate their dick.

[helborn]

Ehhh... not sure that's accurate, I think that's more just them being sexually frustrated.

[awfullyironic]

Sounds like the same thing to me.

[helborn]

I don't think so.

[awfullyironic]

Dude, you turn a fat baby into the symbol of love then surround yourself with little boys on your altars. Pretty sure that's a clear sign of whats to come.

[helborn]

... Dude, that's not funny.

[awfullyironic]

You hear me laughing? Looks pretty obvious to me.

[helborn]

Pretty sure it has more to do with people being closeted and sexually frustrated by a religion that demands celibacy. Sure, iconography of little boys probably didn't help, but correlation is not causation.

[venetianprince]

Davi!

[Clearly that answer caught Feli off guard, because literally there's only the sound of Feli gasping softly before giggling and laughing hard enough to nearly wheeze spilling through across the network. Someone help.]

[awfullyironic]

Shit like that is still gonna draw a certain kind of crotchstained degenerates. The immeasurable platoon of kiddie diddlers in holy vestments is flat out proof.

[awfullyironic]

What? How else should a sex god enact their wrath? Crotch scorching seems immeasurably appropriate.

[what_do_you_see]

[ ... oh, it's the orange kid who slimed him awhile back.] Think your color would make you stand out, anyway.

[venetianprince]

I-I just- dio, ahah- I didn't expect that! Try not to curse too many of your fervent followers, tesoro...

Will you have fun, then, playing the part?

[helborn]

[... There's just silence on the other end. Nope, sorry, he's out.]

[awfullyironic]

The only dicks that shall be scorched are those in desperate need of it.

And what red blooded teenage boy wouldn't have fun being worshiped as the god of boners.

[venetianprince]

Dio santo, you troublemaker. [Said with the utmost fondness in his voice, a few more giggles echoing through before his voice takes on a purr.]

[And a private aside.] If you wanted to be worshiped, you only had to say so~

[private]

[awfullyironic]

Gonna bow before my temple, Feli?

[venetianprince]

Oh no, tesoro, bowing isn't nearly enough~ I know the proper way to worship...

On
my
knees~

[awfullyironic]

Well I ain't orange at the moment. I'm all pristine, snowy white and soft like a newborn babe.

[awfullyironic]

You know I'm gonna hold you to that.

[venetianprince]

Of course, caro~ And I'll be happy to obey. After all, how could I resist serving a god of love?

Part of me just wants to show you off to everyone~

[awfullyironic]

Please your god and you'll be gifted a feather so you can make everyone fuckin jealous.

[venetianprince]

Oh~? A gift from a god~! That would be so fun to show off, and even more fun to earn! I might get greedy, amore.

[what_do_you_see]

Hurm. [pauses] Also unusual here. Not familiar with Greek mythology, though.

Not sure what I am, either.

[awfullyironic]

Apparently being a winged youth makes me a sex god around here. Heh.

Got any feathers bro?