An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Once, Zagreus had asked Thanatos why Hypnos never left the house, the way death did.
Thanatos had scoffed, picking something out of his nail, when he answered.
“Where would he go?”
*Walks in, hungover, wearing a “SHE CAN BALDUR MY GATE 3 TIMES OVER UNTIL I DN on my D” unable to read the room*heyyyyyy guys. Been a minute. (crowd boos) haha that new game, am I right? Ahahah… I know it’s been a few days since I last updated, sorry for that! I had a busy weekend. Go read.
Insert me very slowly looking at the camera after discovering I had a rough but mostly finished plot draft for my long OC×Canon fanfic. I actually wrote down most of the story already???