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Nov. 8th, 2010

We're having a party and you're all invited. Particularly if you've fluffy wings or those adorable forked tails.

Oct. 19th, 2010

Action and reaction, isn't that fun. Now! Who's next?

[Alimony] )

Oct. 14th, 2010

Whaddya get when you mix one part holy fire to one part hellfire, shake and serve room temperature?

Oct. 7th, 2010

"If marriage means you fell in love, does divorce mean you climbed out?"

Hm.

Oct. 1st, 2010

Mona's fallen into a silence far stranger than her usual "Go away, I'm working" quiet. Rather than busyness brought on by behind-the-scenes machinations, she's been altogether idle, in need of stasis to process new twists in Divorce's Gordian Knot.

"Ali Moore". The shock segued into dismay before Mona had privacy enough for rueful laughter. It'd figure, wouldn't it? Divorce's unions with particular Sins was, gently put, extraordinarily fucked up. And she understood that, accepted it, had (supposedly) moved on, even rebuilt a burned bridge or two in favor of the larger picture. But the same thing she'd laughed and chastised Desmond and Lust alike over?

She doesn't know what to do with this; it is, ironically, too much. That Greed has fallen off the radar only sets her teeth on edge, and Divorce's innate "mine, ours" territorial behavior wars against Mona's desire to push undesirables away. Ali Moore. It'll require some thought.


Mummy and Daddy loved one another very much, until they didn't anymore. And that's where you come in.

Christmas having been called off, what are we doing in lieu of it?

Sep. 13th, 2010

He doesn't expect the attack, because lately the little king of instigation has been too busy to bother. (And most of his targets are off with their heads in the clouds, besides; where's the fun in that?) Being hit by Ares is like being hit by an old freight train. Desmond smells blood and metal and cracked old leather before he's hit hard enough to hear stars.

After the fact -- way, way after the fact -- he drags himself back to the temporary New York hacienda. Divorce heals quickly because he is old but he is New, and quite frankly because he's danced this fucking dance before and didn't care for it a whit. His bloodied clothes are left in a graceless heap, and he spends awhile staring at wounds which are fast reduced to cuts and bruises. A little bit of a show isn't so bad.


Weak sauce.

Sep. 8th, 2010

six kinds of glue / won't hold you

Mona remains on the west coast, less to babysit Divorce's joint project on Christianity and more because she just can't bring herself to stay in close proximity to her other half. While their separation was immensely, impossibly, extraordinarily painful, hindsight says this: It was meant to be. Their years upon years sharing a singular body and working the longest con was, ultimately, a last laugh on themselves. Now that they're divided, Divorce knows this is how it should stay.

Besides, she senses something out there, a presence which makes her eyes narrow and her whole body itch. She wants nothing to do with it, decides curiosity is problematic and maintains a cautious distance. These days, Mona likes to think she's a bit wiser.


You know, with a demon under one thumb and an angel another, I've made a decision.

I'm calling off Christmas.

[Letter to Felicia] )

Aug. 18th, 2010

Pet projects to one side. Make way, Noo Yawk -- I'll be storming your shores and hitting your bars ASAP. Who's feeling handsy?

[Fashion Industry]
I've got a favor to ask, Iz, so smile big.

[Infidelity]
Pack a bag, kid. You're going on a shopping trip.

Aug. 6th, 2010

Love's a funny old thing, don't you think?

Aug. 4th, 2010

The truth of it is Divorce was built to destroy rather than create, and while parenthood's a bit of both, Desmond's just not cut out for this kind of job. He doesn't actually admit to fondness for Felicia. Not quite. He does little things for her, pushes and prods to ensure she's happy, but slips off when the girl-child-monster-thing is asleep or distracted to shake off ties he's not entirely comfortable with.

The hedonistic loner isn't at ease coming home to daughter rather than spending the night in a stranger's (or acquaintance's) bed. Between playing house and playing with Hell, Desmond vows to take care of that little problem posthaste.

Jul. 31st, 2010

Le Serpent Qui Danse

Like a puffed and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads.


So what else is new?

1.) Heaven.
2.) Hell.
3.) The Senate.
4.) The domestic route.
5.) Your mom.

Decisions, prince and princesses. It's the velvet fist or the iron glove, and oh ho ho you cats and kittens, there's work dapper Desmond's gotta do. Starting with some blasphemy, methinks.

Jul. 23rd, 2010

California is lovely, blissfully free of the piss and blood brought to you by too many long-lived things squatting on the same rock. (Hello, Manhattan. I'd miss you if you'd just get up and call the exterminator once and for all.) The company, on the other hand, is questionable barring burgeoning photographers.

We're bored with Hell's offerings. Your aristocrats, little demons, have the lasting power of pubescent boys.

Jul. 2nd, 2010

Took those simians in Albany long enough to figure it out, but bless their little pig-hearts, I knew they had it in 'em!

Whaddya know, whaddya say, kids? It's a beautiful day here in Cali-forn-eye-ay -- nary a Greek stroking themselves off to the tune of their own demise, and those adorable little Yahweh brats... well. Praise our lawmen and bless my soul, we've got 'em covered. Speaking of which, Mona-me. Dapper Desmond says a high and mighty alleluia! I want something with wings this time. Yes, no, some léger de main, por favor?

Jun. 25th, 2010

Hello, little raptors.

Popular opinion: Angel or demon?

Hm. I suppose the former would be vegetable and the latter animal.

Jun. 20th, 2010

Good to know that kitchen skills run in the family.

Jun. 15th, 2010

This place stinks like a French whorehouse.

Mona, Mona, quite contrary. Where's the camera charger?

[Felicia]
You little fiend. ♥

May. 27th, 2010

On May 26th, packages are sent out; Divorce is celebrating 30 days of fun with a particular Hell King.

To Lust: The tie Asmodeus was wearing before the New Gods snatched him away. It is bloodless and pristine. It's also the most sexualized part of Deus at present; Divorce knows lust as well as they do Lust. To make their games about sex is to give Asmodei power, so their sport is predominantly clean, efficient, borderline antiseptic. Except the tie -- that they send as a token and a reminder.

To Greed: The Hell King's lovely leather wallet. Inside are Deus's fingernails. Conventional torture doesn't mean much to any of Hell's operatives, but can they be blamed for a bit of whimsy?

To Raum: A handful of teeth. You can imagine where they came from. They're wrapped prettily in a scrap of muslin.

A blank white business card is included with each parcel. Each is emblazoned with a print of Mona's lipstick kiss, and a playful black D. in one corner.

May. 12th, 2010

I've got an idea.

Raise your hand if you've ever wanted to be rid of a relative or lover. Hell, you're all nasty little shits, raise your hand if you've ever wanted to be rid of a rela-lover. "I love you, now get out of my face before I stomp on your throat" sincerity only.

May. 11th, 2010

Relationships are about more than relation. Romance is more than "I love you".

Part two will go up soon, methinks.

Apr. 29th, 2010

(Backdated to April 26.)

On Monday evening, a video feed will have been posted to Divorce's separate journals. It's screened from the mortal community and from Infidelity, but barring that it's available for any god or immortal to peruse at their leisure.

What they'll see. )

Apr. 26th, 2010

[OOC] So much for avoiding this.

So we're back on the "tagging is harder than it should be" train. Please help rectify this by jump-starting my brain. I'd be forever grateful. ::facepalms::

Translation: token drabble/sentence post. I don't care what you throw at me, provided there is some kind of prompt and it preferably involves at least one of my lot.

Characters are:
  • Christians: Envy, Lucifer & Metatron
  • Greeks: Anatole, Hephaestus, Pallas & Thanatos
  • New Gods: Attrition Warfare, Capital Punishment, Carnival, Divorce, Punk & Steam Power
  • Misc: Big Tobacco's Assistant, King Arthur

Apr. 19th, 2010

We rend. We tear. We divide. We are entropy.

And if a very special playmate doesn't hurry his delightful ass, we'll take crown and legions into our own clever hands. Hurry hurry, roi fainéant.

Apr. 16th, 2010

Whaddya know, whaddya say? All's quiet on the western front.

[Private] )

Apr. 14th, 2010

Thirty-one cities, too many states worth dwelling on, not nearly enough happy little marriages, and my hot little hands orchestrating all the while.

The holiday was fun. Back to the grind we go.

Oh, and Ash had the winning bid. It was a bloody marvelous bitch to find a couple in Nevada that managed to stay together four decades, but a woman's got her ways. The papers should clear the courts in another couple of weeks.

[Private] )

[Gambling] )

Mar. 29th, 2010

[Mona] )

ETA: Woman, don't make me head out to Vegas and pull the same dipshit move you did.

Mar. 27th, 2010

Tra lee, tra lay, it's off to Bible class we go~ Today we're learning about Hell's concentric circles. Unholy geometry and how Daddy can put it to good use... dapper Desmond's gonna be a busy boy.

[Felicia] )

[Mona] )

Mar. 24th, 2010

[Public Musings] )

Now! For the distraction tactic fun part. Pick a state, and a number between two and 40. We've decisions to make and hearts to break, but it's more interesting when it's left to chance.

[Gambling] )

Mar. 8th, 2010

Seth, I can hear you being smug from half a country away.

It looks like I'm infringing on Ace's territory and am trafficking in human cargo. How much would it cost to rent your assistant?

Mar. 7th, 2010

Intermezzo

Good God, what a night that was,
The bed was so soft, and how we clung,
Burning together, lying this way and that,
Our uncontrollable passions
Flowing through our mouths.
If I could only die that way,
I'd say goodbye to the business of living.


Etcetera. Discuss.

Mar. 5th, 2010

Illegitimi non carborundum.

Clever, resourceful girl. Good for her.

So! I'm thinking of selling my assistant. Who's on the market for a 30-something jack of all trades with a weakness for women and a pint? He's an import, if you prefer them with accents.

[Desmond] )

Mar. 2nd, 2010

"Divorce is the psychological equivalent of a triple coronary by-pass."

Anything you can do, I can do better~

[Mona] )

[Laszlo] Round we go again

Signed, sealed and delivered to Mark Harden via Mona's bitch-boy: Finalized divorce papers and an invoice (fee tripled, as promised). A note at the bottom in Mona's relaxed hand reads "I'll call you about the IOU. Enjoy your freedom, Mark. - M."

[Locked from Mona]
Catch her outta the corner of my eye sometimes, and I'd swear she looks not normal not human... ah, buggrit. Doesn't matter. The day is young and so'm I.

Feb. 23rd, 2010

Credit card companies are 'like a cross between Satan and divorce lawyers', huh? I dunno. He's kind of butch for me.

Feb. 20th, 2010

[Phone call between Desmond and Mona] )

Feb. 14th, 2010

Paperwork for the latest case is receiving the necessary push, and in the meantime oh, the gloriousness which is me.

[Sent to Greed] )

[Desmond] )

[Gambling] )

Feb. 13th, 2010

Oh me, oh my, but it's all going just the way we like it.

And before anyone says anything, not a damned boring-ass word about V-Day.

[Mona] )

[Lust] )

[Delivered to the address Felicia gave Desmond] )

Feb. 7th, 2010

I need... I need something. Anything.

[Felicia] )

Feb. 4th, 2010

[Locked; viewable to Desmond & Greed] )

Feb. 1st, 2010

First thing Monday morning, a process server will be arriving at Ate's New York address to serve her with divorce papers. Mona will be visiting Ate's New Orleans address in person to do the same.

[Desmond] )

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