#aboutraydenmeta

"Advice, huh? Like... Cosmo magazine stuff or...?" He waves a hand around dismissively and then purses his lips, thinking. "You guys can't exactly make thunder storms when you're having a good time, can you? Shame.

"Well, the next best thing is communication. If you're enjoying yourself, let your partner know. If something doesn't feel right, let your partner know. It's pretty simple, but you Mortals don't seem to grasp that kind of thing, so it bears repeating."

"Could I ever be so lucky?" There is dry humor in the deity's voice as his eyebrows lift and his shoulders mimic the action, eyes rolling with fondness, though there is an exhaustion in their cobalt depths that tell of a long, long life spent fighting upstream.

The god of thunder and protector(???) of Earthrealm snickers, lifts his glass, and drinks without shame.

"Long story short, my brother sold me to a shapeshifting sorcerer for the chance at power........... again." He laughs through his nose, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "A thousand timelines and he never learns."

Rayden snickers, shaking his head. “I think you want it too much. Is that a dare?” One brow rises, but he moves closer, the impish smile still spreading upon his face. “What suffering it must be,” he purrs, mouth close, but not QUITE touching, “to be enthralled by a god.”

The kiss is long, deep, and slow, of two lovers who know each other without reservation or fear. Brought together by strange circumstances, they have nevertheless found common ground and indulge regularly in plowing this particular plot of... real estate. 

Rayden is a gremlin... not actively malicious bit WILL displace your shit, fuck with you, read you for filth and sparkport off to get some D from his horrific ex

Which of your muses has the highest sex drive? Feel free to answer with multiple characters!