Love Baby--Yeah!

OOC

I am bringing him back.

BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!

He has a fresh slate. That means no old story lines will be referenced to and he will plead ignorant if anyone tries. Sorry,, I want to start him over as the youthful man he was in Xena/Hercules fandom.

Yes, he is married to the Xena/Herc version of Psyche. No, I will not be doing large threads involving only him and Psyche. I just want to play him flitting about in SWS and having fun when I am inspired. Any smut with them will be FADE to BLACK. I do not have a lot of time. Writing sex takes a lot out of my schedule. So no, just no.

Also, the Bliss he knows is still just a baby and I am keeping it that way for him.

Character name: Eros/Cupid
Fandom: Greek-Roman mythology
Disclaimers warning:none
Challenge topic: Do you still play with children's toys/games? If not, would you if you had some?
Rating: G



“My turn!” A young child runs a distracting motion to get the other child’s eyes away from his moving hand.

“No fair, you cheated!” He can’t prove it but his friend couldn’t have picked up three at once. No way!

Eros smiles and watches on as two young children play the modern game of Jacks, remembering his own game of golden knucklebones with fondness. No one beats him at knucklebones. No one, he muses, tossing three golden bones up and smiling oh so very smugly as all three land on the back of his hand, as if to do otherwise would be folly, indeed.

Character name: Eros
Fandom: Greek/Roman Mythology
Disclaimers warning: Mix of cannon-Rp-related
Challenge topic: What Would You Hold A Grudge Over?
Rating: PG (locked from Phoebe)

What Would You Hold A Grudge Over?
I do not have the excuse that I am only human but I tell you this, I need no excuse. When one doubts my power, that is one thing. When one not only doubts my powers but also hides behind taunts and cruel words and they are human, I may even let it slide. However, when a god does it and pointedly, glaringly in front of others, I do NOT let it slide. Yes, of recent events, I let my actions against Apollo reverse but it was for personal/political reasons. I do believe that he was neither truly sorry for his words to me nor worried about how I felt in the matter. He only wanted his Daphne and in return, Atia was freed from his abusive attentions. End of story. I would have had him swear on the waters of Styx that this was the end of things but for as much as I loathe his attitude, I have not known him to be an oath breaker.

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Surprisingly enough, the interview did not take long nor was he as frightened of the prospect with his best friend and hopefully soon to be ex wife at his side. Hera must have been in a good mood to put up up with the pomp and circumstance before they both brought up ....the “D” word.

Nothing is ever this easy. Nothing. Fore even though she said yes on one hand, they were both to owe her favors some day, in return. No sooner did they agree was the Marriage lifted and they were returned to the lawns of Psyche's home.

“I...well...do you feel any different?” Eros asks, still a bit freaked out by Hera's acquiescence to their request. In the distance, he can see Orpheus and Dionysos coming toward them where they stand.

Npc'd Hera after long discussions with a Hera mun whom is just adorably evil but very busy

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Cupid/Eros ~ Xena/Herc-Greek/Roman Mythology
Word count: 186
crossposted to theatrical_muse
Write about a time you mocked somebody.

He may not love war but he loves his father.

They will never think to look for him here; Eros, light of heart and peacefully loitering near his father’s throne. No, who would even contemplate the youngish god of love wanting to be near his father’s throne. Sure, they get along well enough but Eros just does not get it; the fighting and warfare, though he does love those arrows and now and again, he even takes advice on how to defend himself. He cannot sit still while his father strategizes and contemplates the mortals below, who pray to him and give offerings in order to have Ares on their side in battle. It is so. Damn. Boring!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, but then there is all the illicit, salacious chatter of the nymphs as they sneak glimpses at his father…. Mmmm nymphs. Having just been introduced by Pan and his ladies to the wonderful world of sex, maybe hanging around his father’s temple every so often to sneak a glimpse of the sneaky nymphs, it may just be worth his while. He can always go visit Hephaestus afterward.


(ooc--Eros is going to be coasting on minimum he will be responding next on the 31stfrom challenge on 24th. That should meet the requirements for membership.)

The first time that I flew: I was barely out of the womb before I was flying. What a sense of empowerment being high up in the air, not a care in the world other than making sure that I had clean nappies on my person. The old saying of “if you are ever in an accident, make sure you have clean nappies on”, originates from good old mom most surely.

The first time, I saw my mother: I knew what love was.

The first time that I had candy: It was all her fault. Honest! Atia gave me a bit of honeyed cakes and I was off and running for the show of all shows, shooting arrows and causing all sorts of mischief.

The first time that I had sex with a male/female: With a male it was with Pan and for women, it was his nymphs. What a revelation of a day that was, I tell you. What? You didn’t think I came to my wedding bed a virgin, did you?

(00c--Eros is going to be coasting on minimum he will be responding next on the 30th from challenge on 23rd. That should meet the requirements for membership.)

(ooc-mun comments only-no meta please and thank you *G*)

Cupid/Eros ~ Xena/Herc-Greek/Roman Mythology
Word count: 200
crossposted to theatrical_muse
Write about a time you mocked somebody.

“Come on, Ganymede, you only have two left. What is one more throw, yeah?” Mischievous eyes hide nothing; boasting, braggart-like and inherently over-confident, Eros waits with confidence of victory near at hand. Golden knucklebones is not really his favorite game but winning at anything is almost better than ambrosia and Ganymede always makes it so easy.


“Ahahahaha! You lost!” Yes, he is happy dancing and gloating over a small victory such as this. He is a child, what does one really expect.

Ganymede, sullen and pouty; rightfully so, glares at Eros for a full five seconds before shrugging his shoulders. Yes, what can one really expect? He but a mere mortal, allowed to live among the gods by Zeus’ good favor. Surely, the fates would favor little Eros. Doesn’t mean Ganymede cannot think the cherub nothing short of a spoiled brat as he dances around the courtyard with an armful of golden knucklebones. When the erote is not looking, he sticks out his tongue before eyes widen when a woman approaches.

“Hey Eros, your mother is here.” Yes, that is smirking coming from Ganymede as Eros stiffens, letting his mother cup his chin and chastise him for not playing fair.

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The Puppet - Choose one person, whether famous, a friend, an enemy, loved one...anyone you want. For one day, that person is your puppet, and they will dress, act, behave, speak and do however you want. What would you do? After 24 hours, they will go back to their regular selves, with no recollection of their time under your control, and NO consequences. Feel free to do anything you want.

Anteros; I would have him feel free, unfettered of all disparaging worries as to how much he is adored. I would have him walk the halls of mother’s temple with me sure in the knowledge that I will always want him in my life. We would play and laugh as we did before my marriage to Psyche.

Yes, I said play. Even as grownups, to a degree, we have that ability to occupy ourselves with youthful folly. As we do this, I would constantly praise and assure him that all will be well and that I will not forget him as we play tag in the halls, smacking bottoms of passers by to their amusement, shock or dismay. The fallback on that not deterring us, we would carry on, maybe heading outside for target practice on random mortals.

I would have his heart light and merry with no agony or doubt as to who loves him. Would that I could do that and it be permanent would probably be too much too ask for but even after the twenty-four hours are up, I would still keep my end of the bargain. If he hears my words well, that will be up to him.


(mun comments only please--no meta please. At least not this week)

Cupid/Eros ~ Xena/Herc-Greek/Roman Mythology
Word count: 265
crossposted to theatrical_muse

Write about an overheard remark or secret that you were not supposed to have heard.

“Eros is not his child.” Said amongst themselves, attendants to Aphrodite continue their chatter, oblivious to a small erote's nearness.

Of course he isn't, little Eros muses as he chews on a small bit of licorice root. Mmmm, delicious. Must stock more of this, it'll give Atia something to do while he is busy running amok in the villages with his arrows.

Leaning against the wall, hidden by many of mother's favorite plants, he considers the not so new revelation. He's known for ages who his real father was. No matter to him. Though he hasn't discussed it with his siblings, sometimes he wonders just how much they know about their lineage and should he tell them. Meh, if someone as wily as Strife has not bothered to insinuate seeds of doubt into their heads, he sure as heck will not do so either. Already he has a reputation for mischief, who would believe him? More to the point, what difference does it make? In the long run, he has joy in abundance. He gets to spend time with Hephaestus and Ares. All right, Ares is a little scary but...he's good with weapons ...arrows even and that negates him ever having to ask that ninny Apollo for any tips or advice.

Knowing protocol would demand he announce himself, little Eros declines the point of fact and takes aim at the nearest attendant, causing her to fall madly in love with the old blind man who brings in firewood upon occasion.

Now... places to go people to make fall in love. An erote's work is never done.

(ooc—tried to make this early enough in his time line where the erotes were young enough to not know everything about their mom. It is recognized from here on out that he is not the oldest erote and that not all erotes came from Dite. Hope that makes sense? In other words, not trying to god-mod while still being able to write prompts. If it does not fit into your muse's back story, don't use it. *snugs*...oh and psss...am using office.org doc which only has spell-check and not grammar check. That really sucks. I hope it works well.)

Eros’ private rooms are off limits for the evening to the rest of the world that is allowed in the temple. He has done his job; it is time for his own love life to have some priority tonight. Candles lit everywhere, almost as bright as the sun it would seem. When he realizes that it is overkill, he tones it down, leaving just a handful of them around to brighten each room—two on the table; a table full of delicious finger foods and the best of Dionysos’ wines. Presents are hidden all over the room as well.

As he calls for her from wherever she is, Eros sits near the window ledge overlooking his small lake, his small portion of the world.