#she doesn't cook for herself and eats whatever when she's not in a relationship

[27spoons]

Aghhh!!! I’m so sleepy I just wannna stay in bed all day and cuddle w nat. I have my mid terms tomorrow and I’m absolutely dreading it(even though it’s open note) I just wanna hide away. Like let my body sink into the mattress and never get out. It would be all warm and cozy and shit. 😔🥲 I hate school atp-🤺

okay so in my mind if you told Nat that you didn't wanna go to class for whatever reason her immediate response would be "oh, thank GOD." bc she didn't wanna go either.

or, she would be the one to suggest just... not going. you've been complaining? you should take a rest day. you're stressed? you should just stay in bed. nat woke up in a clingy mood? you should just stay in bed for the day because it's just one day!!

also, Nat deep into the relationship is clingy like a cat. it's canon now sorry. like once she trusts you her body just naturally gravitates to yours. 9/10 times you're waking up with her nose pressed into your neck and her body draped over yours. (which makes any of her arguments 10x as convincing as to why you should stay in bed)

"naaaaaat." you grumble, trying to pull away from her. "I got class. I gotta go."

Nat whines against your skin, "nooooo." her arm tightens around you and her nose presses further into your neck, like she's trying to immerse herself in your scent, "y've been so stressed lately. should just stay in today. we can go back to sleep."

"but baby, I have exams soon..." you try and pull away again, but both of you know it's a futile effort. you aren't going anywhere if Nat doesn't want you to. for all she is, she can be a koala when she feels like it.

Nat grumbles something unintelligible into your neck, grunting as she slings a leg over yours. "y'don't have exams today. so you can worry about the exams on a day that isn't today."

anyways, you're a pushover. she's hard to deny on a good day, let alone when you're already not up to doing anything

you stay in your pajamas all day. you two aren't leaving your dorm/cramped apartment, anyway.

your day looks like this:

1) fall back asleep

2) wake up after 12pm

3) Nat complains she's still tired (she's not. she just overslept and feels groggy)

4) neither of you want to cook. it's either cold pizza, instant ramen, snack foods, or ordering delivery

5) watch some shitty b-movie from the 80's (Nat falls asleep during it)

6) you refuse to move from your spot while Nat is sleeping (it's like when an animal falls asleep on you. you just gotta sit there and wait until they wake up, or it's 100 years of bad luck)

7) you tease Nat when she wakes up for drooling on you and falling asleep during another movie

8) Nat denies it with her whole chest (she's a terrible liar)

9) you eat chips in bed. you find crumbs for the next two weeks. they just keep appearing.

10) you fall back asleep at night having done absolutely NOTHING productive all day. that's ok. neither of you mind, really.

you probably should have been studying. oh well. you'll probably do fine on your exams, anyway.

[winnieiscalmeth]

could you do some relationship headcanons for magik and phsylocke? (I like women who can beat me up)

Notes: I'M FREE OF SCHOOL. FINALLY. I hope you enjoy this late hc fic!

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ILLYANA “MAGIK” RASPUTIN

She loves massages. You noticed that she complains about her sore arms and shoulders after being out with the x-men for a long time and offered to massage. At first Illyana didn't enjoy the idea of it, but soon agreed. When she felt your fingers push into the sore parts in her muscles a mix of pain and pleasure. She instantly melted into your touch, almost falling asleep as you moved from her shoulders to her arm. You never expected her to be such a fan of massages, but you get asked for them alot.

Her love languages are quality time and acts of service. Illyana can never stay inside for too long. She goes on walks to get some fresh air, and to just enjoy the outdoors. She invites you to go with her and the two of you just spend time together walking and talking about whatever comes up. She subconsciously grabs onto your hands and holds it for the rest of your time out. Offers you a piggyback ride back home the second she hears you complain about your legs hurting.

Illyana is a huge foodie and absolutely loves your cooking. She can cook for herself, but it's usually something that you wouldn't eat and she doesn't want you to starve. She helps taste things and even try out new recipes as long as she eats something. You found out that she enjoys sweet treats and catched her one time rummaging in the kitchen for snacks in the middle of the night. If you aren’t that good at cooking she wouldn't mind. For days you both don’t feel like cooking she would leave for a while and come back with takeout. As long as she gets to spend time with you, She doesn't mind if you can or can't cook.

PSYLOCKE “SAI”

Sleeping with Sai is certainly an experience. She is an early bird and always ends up staring at your sleeping face. Being able to admire your features in peace and without your teasing. Her hand caresses your cheek, and carefully runs her fingers through your hair to not wake you up. If you got up in the night to get a quick drink or even use the bathroom she would follow you.

Her love language is quality time. She is big on moments of calm together. She enjoys just resting with you safe in her arms, deeply interested in the things you talk about while laying together and her eyes pouring into yours. Whenever you’re talking about something you are clearly passionate about she looks at you so endearing. A small but caring thing she does that you noticed.

Sai loves to wear your clothes. When you leave home to go to work or shopping she slips into your shirts and keeps them on until you come back. Usually by time you arrive home she’s out of them, but you managed to catch her one time. You tell her that she could always borrow your stuff but she ends up saying that it’s fine.

[callsignfate]

Valeria Garza HC's

(These are random hc's in no particular order, I would say mainly relationship hc's. Enjoy)

♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤~♤

♤She is and will use anything against you. Shorter than her? She's going to 100% use that against you. Scared of spiders or the dark? She will make fun of you for it. It will be in a slightly mean way, but its kinda her love language.

♤You can't tell me this woman isn't SMOOTH. She will say the most beautiful and flirtatious thing in Spanish.. even if you don't know Spanish.

♤If you don't know Spanish? She will speak to you in Spanish in hopes you'll slowly learn it. Not that it helps or teaches you. She will make fun of you for it.

♤She's very transparent when you guys first get together that you'll now be a target and that you are now basically her willing prisoner. She will take you out and do things with you, but only with her. She doesn't trust her men to keep you safe properly. 100% believes that if you need to get something done right, she has to do it herself.

♤This woman is in control. Take that as you will, but she is. She doesn't change that fact for anyone. Control makes her comfortable. You ask her to let you take the reigns? She will laugh at you and shut that down immediately. This woman gives off "fuck around, find out" and boy will you find out.

♤Valeria's bed is the bland. Two pillows and a bland blanket. This woman prioritizes function over everything else. Her room is bland too. Barely any furniture and MAYBE a TV (that is covered in dust because she never uses it.)

♤She. Is. Possessive. She doesn't have to leave hickeys or anything on your skin. She doesn't have to. Her men know who you are and that you are hers. Do not try to leave hickeys on her skin. She will not be happy. She 100% feels like they are something horny teenagers do.

♤Valeria's way of showing love is picking on you endlessly. If she sees you actually struggling, she's not stupid and will tone it down or stop. She can be loving and soft if needed, although you tell anyone, and she will deny it.

♤She obviously has an attitude. A big attitude. She wins most arguments 100%. She might compromise by letting whatever you argue about happen if she thinks on it and realizes she was in the wrong. Do not expect her to admit she was wrong. She will take that shit to the grave.

♤ Hate someone? Don't tell her about it. She would kill for you. Once she loves you, she will move heaven and earth for you. Devoted. This woman would be DEVOTED to you.

♤She knows your insecurities and won't make fun of them, but she will tell you in her own way that she likes them. Now, if you're ever insecure about your relationship or worried that one of her men likes her? She would 100% degrade that person and tell you how much she genuinely doesn't like them or hates them.

♤She knows what she does to you. She loves to know you're obsessed with her in every way. She will 100% figure out every little thing about you and what you like about her and use it against you in any way possible.

♤I feel like she struggles to say that she loves you. You say it? She will 100% say "and I, you" or something to get around saying the exact words. I feel like she may say it in Spanish.

♤Nicknames? All of them are somehow mean in a loving way. All of them are in Spanish as well. If they make you melt, she will only call you by them. (Will call you idiot in Spanish as a nickname)

♤She can cook, and she likes to on days that weren't particularly long or busy (which is rare). If you know how to cook, and you cook for her, she will eat it. She will tell you things that were wrong with it if she finds any.

♤Valeria is blunt. Straight to the point. She will tell you if you are doing something wrong, call you stupid, laugh at you, then she will call you a cute nickname and help.

♤Do you wanna dress up for something or some reason? Go right ahead. She won't. She will wear the same style and type of clothes. Pants and a shirt. I feel like she 100% feels more comfortable and confident in pants and a shirt. I think she almost prefers it because she needs to make sure she's ready for anything.

[your-phantomfield]

Happy Valentine's Day! Short Thoughts Collection, Calamity Trigger

Assorted thoughts that came up during a Discord discussion, under the prompt "what would the characters give you for Valentine's Day?" Dedicated to @straymoonblood as the prompt was their idea.

RAGNA = THE = BLOODEDGE

Ragna might work up the nerve to buy some stupid little candy bar or card for you, but he feels awkward about it, and the more he thinks about it the harder it is to do. He's most comfortable just having dinner with you as usual, only realizing it's Valentine's Day while you're already eating, and blushing a little over having cooked you dinner.

JIN = KISARAGI

Jin leaves a card and a single flower. He doesn't have the nerve to look you in the eyes, and until the last minute he's flip flopping on whether or not it's even worth it to give you anything. It's also up in the air whether or not he signs it. If you're dating, he won't because it's obvious he did it- but at the same time if he's struggling with his feelings too much he still won't sign because of that uncertainty.

NOEL = VERMILLION

Noel is absolutely going to cook for you I am so so so sorry. Spends WEEKS making Pinterest Inspiration Boards plotting how she's gonna do the visuals, packaging and all that. She daydreams about writing you a poem too, but isn't actually prepared to let you see her writing. If she's comfortable enough she might include one quote from a romance poem or novel she likes though.

RACHEL = ALUCARD

Rachel oh god. She either watches you all Valentine's Day from a distance like the jealous and stunted little stalker she is, or she 'invites' herself to hang around you all day. If you're already in a solid relationship she'll be more clear about wanting to spend the entire day with you, sharing meals and getting all your attention; but if you aren't, she's just going to hover and tease and antagonize you because she struggles with the vulnerability of just admitting she wants this to be romantic. She might repeatedly accuse you of crushing on her.

TAOKAKA

Taokaka is unfamilair with Valentine's Day, but quickly picks up the… general idea from the way people in Kagutsuchi are acting. She's hunting you down, pouncing you, and DEMANDING her treats, immediately forgetting that she Just Learned About This and deciding that you MUST have something planned and prepared for her. This is gonna happen whether you've been dating for two years or whether she still hasn't fully realized she likes you as more than a friend. It might be when she accidentally admits it, honestly, as she gets all pouty if you don't have anything for her and tearfully asks "Is Tao not your super special favorite person, meow!??!?!!"

IRON = TAGER

Tager. Finally, someone prepared and mature. The biggest issue with Tager is the threat of Kokonoe working him a little too hard, leaving him with little room to plan. He may be mature enough to take your relationship seriously, but he isn't healthy enough to go as far as requesting the day off. He'd like to do dinner with you, and he probably has a carefully wrapped gift he made (something intricate and delicate, in line with his model ship hobby), but he almost ends up late for your date after getting swamped with work. But Kokonoe does care about him, and she already memorized his plans and set aside time for him to meet you, even if she acts like she doesn't care.

LITCHI = FAYE = LING

Litchi is another person who puts active effort into planning a date, but also another person at risk of missing it due to overwork. As long as there's not some ridiculous Comedy Of Errors keeping her too busy at the clinic, everything should go smoothly. She spends some time either the day before or early that morning making chocolates with Tao, Platinum, and a few more friends, and has them beautifully wrapped by the time she plans to see you. Whatever the date is, she plans to end it at her house, adding herself as part of her gift to you.

BANG = SHISHIGAMI

Dear god. Bang. Unless you're also bombastic, or love over-the-top things, Valentine's Day might be a little rough for you. Whether he means to or not, he's going to end up WAYYY too loud, flashy, and probably draw a crowd. He doesn't just want to give you a gift, his love for you is SO much stronger than that!! He wants to give you a passionate declaration of love! Something with a dorky speech and fireworks. I'm sorry, but his homeboys will probably be somewhere clapping.

[rekino2114]

Since you're the only one I have seen writing for her, can I please request dating headcanon for Fami? Or not, you are probably swamped as is. Thank you!

Fami relationship headcanons

A/n:she is incredibly underrepresented and I don't get why cause I love her. Also don't worry about requesting I love when you guys do it.

Fami only loved two things:food and her sisters, at least that's what she thought before she met you, she still doesn't really fully understand the feelings of loving a human but she knows you are important, being near you and loving you feels like eating the best meal ever to her.

She doesn't really care if you find out she's the famine devil (her name is literally fami) she'll probably even tell you herself once she starts trusting you, expecting you to be scared and leave her, knowing that you accepted her despite that made her love you even more.

Your dates mostly revolve around one thing:eating and food in general, obviously. Bring her to a fast food restaurant and she will be more than satisfied. If you bring her to your house she will clear out your pantry and fridge in a matter of hours, classy restaurants are not her thing but if the food is good she doesn't really care, picnics are great too, really she likes anything as long as she gets to eat (you're also the only person she will ever share her food with)

If you cook for her, she will consider marrying you on the spot. No matter what you did, she can feel the love you put into cooking it specifically for her, even if it's your first time your dish tastes better than anything she has ever eaten in her life. She will practically become addicted to it and will ask you to cook whenever you can and want.

Kisses are definitely her main way to show affection. She will pull you into the most heated make-out sessions, putting all her tongue in every kiss but making sure not to overwhelm you, kisses on every other part of your body are also fair game, she says it's a way to "feel how you taste". She likes hickeys too for the same reason but will always ask for permission before giving you one as she doesn't want to hurt you.

You've gotten used to her emotionless demeanor, even if her voice is monotone while she says I love you and her eyes seem cold while she looks at you, you can see the love and care she has behind every little action.

Falling in love with you gave her even more of a reason and determination to stop the prophecy of nostradamus, now not only Is the food she loves at stake but also her lover's life, she won't let you die no matter whatever she has to do to ensure it.

[ashen-char]

dating river - hcs (pt 2!)

ship: river (all souls) x gender neutral reader

warnings: bit of swearin

notes: since the last one was so focused on river as a mom and how you slot into her little family, enjoy some more general hcs about your relationship. requested here

✦ river hates grand gestures. she just doesn't know how to deal with them, she's not really a romantic

✧ the tiny things you do always surprise and elate her though

✧ a simple handwritten note, a surprise cup of coffee, buying snacks or Monster for her without being asked

✧ she likes that you think of her when you're out, though she does tease you for being so fucking cheesy

✦ if you asked, river would say she loves your sense of humour

✧ the fact that you can make her smile on the toughest days is why she just couldn't help falling for you

✦ protective

✧ if anyone messes with you, they'd better watch out because river would deck a motherfucker for ya

✦ river initiates physical affection surprisingly often

✧ despite her tough, 'i don't need anyone' exterior, river craves physical closeness and intimacy with you

✧ she likes to use touch as a way to express her care in a tangible way

✧ sometimes she just needs a hug to recharge after a bad day

✧ you can feel river smiling into your kiss. she thinks you can't hear it but you always catch a little "god i love you"

✦ river always sings. you wonder if she notices she does it so often

✧ usually it's a lullaby, but occasionally you'll catch river vibing to some top 40 even though she swears she doesn't listen to it

✦ with her never being in a proper relationship, she always prefaces whatever she does for you with a "ok so i didn't know what to do but"

✧ and yet everything she's attempted has been the best ever!

✦ river doesn't do a lot for herself! anything extra in her paycheck (i.e. whatever didn't need to be put towards bills or the week's groceries) she used to buy toys and clothes for her daughter

✧ so you were surprised when river took some of her hard-earned cash to give you gifts too

✧ river struggles to accept thanks for 'em, even when they're so sweet and thoughtful and river clearly put a lot of effort into getting things she knew you needed or would love

✧ river hides her smile and stuffs her hands into her hoodie, shrugging. "yeah whatever, don't say i never do anything for ya"

✧ and she is AWFUL at accepting compliments

✧ whatever she doesn't bat away with "you're just saying that", she'd go completely still and blush hard. she tends to brush them off or respond with a joke

✧ hates being called cute. don't try it.

✦ she lets you steal her hoodies

✧ when she noticed how much you love 'em, river even bought some just for you and pretended she was going to keep them

✧ she sprayed these with extra perfume so you can keep that river scent a little longer

✦ when she's out, she likes to take random pictures of things that remind her of you and you've never felt so seen

✦ with her busy schedule, river sets aside dedicated time to spend with you, free from distractions and interruptions, notifications from cops be damned

✦ river plans awesome dates. they're the perfect blend of fun and being able to talk and be together

✧ she shows you how to tag, showing you hidden spots where you can make beautiful art together

✧ she takes you to the tattoo parlour and lets you choose her next one. river swears she's tough but it hurts less when she's holding your hand, ok?

✧ she'll cook you home cooked meals. she asks you questions about what you loved to eat growing up, surprising you by already knowing how to cook it the next time you come over because she stayed up researching it

✧ she knows the best spots in the city and loves showing them to you. she knows the city like it's the back of her hand

✧ like making notes on her phone of what you'd enjoy, writing all her ideas about where to go next

✦ she was surprised when you slowed the relationship down and told her that you'd be ok with not sleeping together so soon

✧ river had this long lasting thought that people only liked her if she did stuff for them - be that favours for friends or spreading her legs

✧ so she couldn't understand how you claimed to like her without her 'doing anything' for you

✧ you had to very explicitly explain that her being around made you happy and that there was nothing else to it. she only understood when you asked her why she likes you, and river realised that there was no real reason either

✧ like, of course you two appreciate when you do things for each other. but those things should be done because you want to. because you care about each other. it's not the reverse - that people only care because they got something

✧ so you two waited before you got intimate. and every day that went by without affection having to escalate, river's trust that you wouldn't leave her built

✧ she doesn't completely get what you like about her. but river realises that she doesn't have to

✧ you like her, and she likes you, and that's all both of you need

✦ the fact that she has someone to depend on now means the world to her, and you know river would never take you for granted

[elrielffs]

what's your favorite headcanons about elain and azriel?

I'm boring and don't really have any! I have things that I want to happen in the next book but idk if those count...

I DID think of some tho that I think are canon compliant?? As in can play into Elain and Azriel's relationship at the moment.

When gardening, Elain will look to the sky more and more frequently hoping to spot a certain set of bat wings...

Azriel has read up on gardening books...

Azriel thinks every dish he eats that Elain makes is the best he's ever had. Doesn't matter if he previously disliked it, if he ate the same thing she cooked last weak, if he ate something of hers 20 minutes ago, every dish is the best thing he's ever had.

Elain knows how to knit and has thoughts about knitting "warmers" for bat wings but hasn't quite figured out the logistics.

After the Solstice almost kiss, Elain is doing some garden therapy and builds a small dirt? (snow) man of Azriel and knocks it over with a spade grumbling "Mistake my ass..."

Elain also touches herself to Azriel at night. c:

There was a moment when Elain first arrived at the Night Court and was still traumatized where she just stood in the garden, barefoot in mud as thunder boomed overhead. It started sprinkling and Azriel who was watching nearby from a window, came to stand beside her, Elain just started silently crying and Azriel just lifts one wing over her to block out the rain while she let's out little sobs and he lets the rain soak him. They stand like that in silence. No one else sees this.

Idk if these count or whatever but I like to think they happen/could happen in the current story we have!

[rosmerie-starr]

okay I'm back for the second round I didn't get art block BUT I did get writers block so.. Um.. Yeah ^_^ atleast I can rest easy knowing the rest WILL be shorter I'm gonna start keeping track of my yaps

Anyways here's the one and only Narinder!!

Lamb | Narinder

(Lore under cut ^_^)

Street Cat and Early Godhood

Narinder never truly knew where he came from. As long as she remembered, she had been just running wild through the forests of the lands of the old faith as an orphan, hunting for birds to hunt and bugs to gobble down like candy. He ran free and feral, no rules to hold him down, not limited to anything. It seemed like during these times he wasn't destined for anything at all, but honestly, that was fine  by him. He was just a kid after all, and considering that his biggest concern at the time was figuring out if he was going to have bird or spider for dinner that day, he didn't really have the time or patience to think about what he was going to do in his future.

One day, he struck gold while going on for a walk and finding a campsite that had conveniently left their food out cooking for the night. Since he hadn't had much luck that day and he was really hungry, he figured that the people that lived there wouldn't mind if he took a bite or two of their food. As such, the people in that campsite, which happened to be Shamura and Kallamar, were not so happily awoken by a stray cat going absolutely ham on their rations. However, since it was clear this creature was a kid, a kid without a home to call their own, they were more than happy to take him in.

It seemed to be a common trend of Shamura just taking care of whatever stray they randomly found lying down, but there will be more on that later.

Sure enough, eventually , the group of three became a group of five, and they just wandered around the lands of the old faith looking for a nice place to spend the night. They were as broke as broke could be, but it didn't matter because they were much together. Most of the days were spent by Shamura and Kallamar breaking up from the group to find something to eat while Narinder was tasked with taking care of his younger siblings Heket and Leshy. If he were to be so honest, life was good. She didn't have that many responsibilities and everyone generally had a good relationship with each other.

One day, however, as they traveled around, they came across a barren battlefield where it seems some gods threw hands in previously (since obviously, the war of the gods was going on). Conveniently, in the field, next to the bodies that were already pretty late into decomposition, were the crowns that would later become the crowns of the 5 bishops of the old faith. 

Narinder didn't see the crowns as much but random dooikeys that were left behind. But, however, when he put one on a a joke to pretend to be a king infront of younger siblings and he was unable to take it off, it seemed that it went deeper than that.

Shamura could call it destiny, Heket said it was coincidence, and Naridner honestly didn't know how to feel, but either way, it didn't matter. The five siblings were set on their track to become gods. Albeit, Narinder doesn't remember much about this time of her life because it just seemed like trial after trial in order to prove herself to the Mystic Seller who seemingly oversaw new gods and prepared them in order to be able to actually maintain godhood. Either ways, just like the rest of his siblings, he was crowned a god, and soon enough, Shamura led them all to kill all the other gods of the lands of the old faith and make the group of siblings the last 5 standing and in turn, the most feared gods. 

Narinder never really understood the motive to do that, but whatever.

Banishment 

Life was supposed to be good as a god. At least that what they told him. But something was missing

Much like in cannon, Narinder was jealous of the fact that all his siblings could turn their negatives into positives (Ie: famine becomes bountiful harvest and so on and so forth), yet he was stuck with only a constant negative, which was death. There is truly nothing good about death. But also, he just generally carved to change. He didn't know what he wanted to change, if it was routine or rules or lifestyle of herself even, but he just craved change. Extremely baldy. So he consulted the smartest person he knew, which was Shamura, and asked them for help, but only help with his first worry (he was too shy to admit the second one). Eventually after tinkering around with what Nari could and couldn’t do, they together, managed to bestow mortals immortality. Although Shamura saw it as a negative thing, Nari saw it positively. He could have subjects that could live forever, and if they dare so betray him or his siblings, he could take it back as easily as he could give this gift. Plus, what mortal doesn’t crave to live forever? So against Shamuras wishes, he began gifting the most devoted of his subjects this power. This is when Shamura decided to stop this nonsense bceause all their followers were going to narinders side and the other siblings began to lose faith in their own circles and They rallied their other siblings to get Naris ass by banishing him

The memory of the fight still haunts Narinder to this day. Mayhaps right now it’s not the right time to talk about it (oaky this is an excuse rb bc I’m lazy ummm DW DW I’ll go into detail about this in the profiles of the other bishops.)

And before she knew it, she ended up in the white void and was destined to live a lonely life for seemingly the rest of milenina. Out of pity did Shamura give them a new robe and Aym and Baal, but that was the last she would hear from any of her siblings for what seemed to be forever.

Eventually, life moved on, and everyone but the most dediacted of Narinder followers forgot about him and his presence as one of the bishops. To the world, Narinder was truly dead.

Incarceration and Present

Honestly, raising Aym and Baal was the only thing that kept Narinder from going absolutely mental. Because he had someone(s) to talk to and take care of, it placed a lot of responsibility of himself and the kits on him, and a feeling that if he did go insane there wouldn't be anyone to take care of them. Time in the void was just spend between the 3 of them, and even though the brothers had know to call the void home, they always asked Nari about how the world was outside, and he would tell them stories about what he remembered from the outside world

Eventually, somehow (maybe through one of his dreams? Yeah maybe I'm using that  trope) he got word that one day a lamb would come and free him, and although he was skeptical of such thing happening (since he already accepted his faith of being stuck there forever) he still did sometimes daydream about said lamb appearing before him, a knight in shining armor, awaiting any and all instructions to do whatever they needed to do to free him. In reality, when the lamb actually appeared, all she  got was an undead shaved lamb holding their head on their hands that looked as dumbfounded as a fish out of water. Either way, she ordered the Lamb to create a cult on his name, fixed the lamb up, and sent them back to the mortal world (which was something he didn't know he could do but eh. The more you know) 

Story goes on as normal, lamb kills all his siblings and then kills and indoctrinates him etc etc. Throughout all this time he saw the lamb as nothing but a pawn in his plans but now that the lamb was in control he didn't even know how to feel about them anymore. Not like he had enough time to relflect upon their relationship because it seemed that as soon as he got indoctrinated he got put in a wedding suit and was stuck marrying the lamb. It took her out of left field completely, and she was left dumbfounded, trying to figure out her new life in her new follower body with a relationship she didnt really want to be a part of at first. (but slowly, but surely, she did eventually fall in love romantically with the Lamb. somehow. Not really stockholm syndrome because truthfully the lamb didnt actually care what Nari did? Like she could have ran away and the Lamb wouldnt have given two fucks? Like as long as she wasn't trying to overthrow them they didnt care)

This time period surprisingly gave Narinder a lot of time to reflect (you think that would have happened when she was banished, but she was more preoccupied with not going insane). Honestly? It was healing. She formed relationships with some of the lambs followers, slowly began fixing his relationships with his siblings, tried out new things and learned new skills, and really, since he wasnt chained and confined to a space anymore, he did, and I really do mean did, a lot of exploring of the old faiths. Honestly, she realized that maybe she didnt really want to be a god in the first place. Maybe he only went along with it because his fellow peers, his higher ups, destiny itself maybe said thats what he had to do. But that chapter of his life is over now. She’s just, grown to love the world as it is, and most importantly, realized who she was and what was part of her identity. She has changed in the end.

Future

Not really much to say here. Basically bro is consuming the cults estrogen supply en masse and really most of the time shes either out on missonaries or taking care of the cults kids and telling them storys about the past (Narinder is really pro at storytelling trust trust you can thank aym and baal for that). 

He sees the lamb ever so often, running trough the same motions, falling into routine, doing everything in such a robotic, soulless matter. Often, She feels guilty that she forced her lover in the same possition she was forced into, but no matter how many times he tells them that maybe its time to step down and pass the crown down, they never ever do it. Maybe the crown has blinded them, corrupted their mindest, maybe theyre afraid if they take of the crown they wont be immortal anymore and that would end their species completely. Or, whatever, Narinder will never know what is going on in the lambs head anyways.

All she can do is support her

[sarksarkos]

Super-Friends '58: Massive Air Quotes Around "Girl Friend"

This is the first issue of Superman's Girl Friend (two words!) Lois Lane. I've never particularly liked this comic. But this comic was once the third most popular comic in the country, so what the fuck do I know? Welcome to the Gutters.

The Lois Lane comics are a fascinating study of perhaps one of the most unhealthy relationships in all of comics. I'm not entirely sure how much the creators intended this. The general dynamic of these stories are Lois Lane going out for the big scoop, or trying to woo Superman, and being taught a lesson for it, usually by Superman. Whatever she's trying to do, Superman always has to stick his nose in it, and he's presented as right to do it because he's the Superb Man.

(I want it to be known, I'm on Lois's side. If I make a criticism, I want it understood that it's aimed at the creators and not the characters. Doyle is in my sights, not Watson.)

SMGFLL uses the anthology format that all the Superman books at this time were using. Since this is the first issue, I want to briefly look at all three stories, helpfully summed up by their first pages.

Our first story is about Lois Lane disguising herself as a snooty french movie star named Lois LaFlamme, in order to get an interview with a reclusive ambassador. Her disguise is little more than a wig and a bad accent and it's enough to fool even LaFlamme's close associates, because everybody has the same face. It's the same thing that Superman uses to disguise himself as Bruce Wayne, so I'll let that slide.

Superman figures out what Lois is up to and decides to, and I quote, "teach her a lesson" for what she's doing, by getting into a duel with one of LaFlamme's suitors and accidentally getting him killed when his own bullet ricochet's off Superman's pecs of steel. However, the other man was secretly Jimmy Olsen in another perfect disguise, and he thought it would be a fun prank on Lois to make her watch a man die.

Our second story sees Lois decide to become a short order cook in a diner, advertising super-meals fit for Superman. And I'll give it to her, this actually works. Superman is excited to show up, he helps out in the kitchen when the orders get too high, and he's otherwise very supportive of her efforts. Unfortunately, because of various super-stunts, he never manages to actually eat her food. That steak you see there got burned when Superman himself X-rayed the oven and completely nuked it.

This one actually has a pretty wholesome ending. First, Clark Kent goes in to eat and tells Lois how much he loves her pie. Then, Superman comes back and orders some alphabet soup, as an excuse to wipe Clark's fingerprints off the silverware. Superman has to dash off to stop a disaster, but leaves a message in his soup "I LOVE YOU" spelled out with noodles.

Finally, the title story, where Lois Lane supposedly becomes a witch. I don't even know what to say with this one. The premise is that Lois is apparently cursed to become a witch when the sun goes down. The actual reason is that she was sprayed with a dose of aging potion that only activates when the sun goes down. This is what we call a Voodoo Shark, which is an explanation that makes less sense than the thing it's trying to explain away.

So yeah, Lois is not a magical witch. But she thinks she is. And Superman uses his powers to help convince her that she's a witch because, and I quote, "if she finds out suddenly she is not a witch, it would be a double mental shock! She might never recover!" Superman just goes along with that.

So, the reason I don't much care for these stories is that there's a mismatch between the character and the plot. Lois is a very active character, she is always going for the scoop and getting into trouble. Sometimes, she gets too far in and needs Superman to help. Her own stories should be where she gets to shine and show how she can be the hero of her own life. This doesn't feel like that at all. It just feels like stories where things happen to Lois and she is just buoyed along with it until Superman resolves things.

For comparison, let's look at a Jimmy Olsen story, "The E-L-A-S-T-I-C Lad" from Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen #31. This story starts a trend of Jimmy getting stretchy powers, which is second in fame only to Jimmy becoming a giant fire-breathing turtle. On the surface, this follows a similar plot. Jimmy Olsen gets doused with a mysterious liquid that turns him into a stretchy boy. This is somewhere between Plastic Man and Elongated Man in the timeline.

Jimmy Olsen is embarrassed by his freaky powers and runs away to join the circus. A bunch of crooks recruit him to their gang under the pretense of helping him find an antidote for his condition. With his powers, he causes a lot of trouble for Superman, but manages to keep afoul of them. The final crime leads Jimmy to accidentally steal a lump of Kryptonite, putting Superman at the crook's mercy.

In the end, though, Jimmy Olsen is the one who uses his powers to save Superman. He goes from a freak to a hero, and his powers disappear as quickly as they left. The difference is slight, but significant: Jimmy is clearly the protagonist and Superman is largely reacting to him. He's not masterminding the story from behind the scenes or...

You know what, that's not being fair. There's lots of stories where Superman is an absolute dick to Jimmy Olsen, too. Let's look at one.

This is Jimmy Olsen issue #30, the immediate previous issue. You've all seen this one. It's Superdickery made manifest. It's fairly accurate to what happens in the story, too. Superman finds out that Jimmy is an orphan, and he offers to adopt him on a trial period. It is actually pretty sweet for a while. They go to the father-son picnic, Superman rents a house for them, they call each other 'dad' and 'son'. Superman even promises to reveal his secret identity if the trial period goes well and he adopts Jimmy for reals.

It all goes sour once Superman takes Jimmy to the Fortress of Solitude, however. In the middle of their visit, Superman snaps at Jimmy and begins acting like a complete asshole dad. He ignores him, he makes him do pointless chores, and he accuses Jimmy of trying to break into his secret identity. The robe scene from the cover plays out exactly as depicted on the cover. That's the last straw, and Jimmy demands that the courts annul the adoption.

But then, the plot twist is that Superman was acting like a Superdick because, during their visit to the fortress, his *sigh* "electronic oracle" told him that he would destroy his own son. The only way to get around that was to un-adopt Jimmy. As an aside, there are a lot of plots that have seemingly infallible computers giving these vague predictions. They had so much faith in their electronic lying machines.

Anyway, Jimmy realizes that the computer wasn't talking about Superman's son, it meant Superman's sun, as in, an artificial star he built in a distant galaxy. This, of course, turns out to be absolutely correct. They could have stayed father and son if Superman had just explained himself.

I guess what I don't like about these stories is that Superman never bothers to explain things to these people that are supposedly his friends. I can excuse the secret identity thing, that's a convention of the genre. But Superman seems to think that just telling Lois she's not a witch or telling Jimmy that his computer scared him is going to cause more harm than if he gaslights them to the point of emotional trauma.

I guess too, the Lois Lane comics rub me more the wrong way because Jimmy is a very sidekick-coded character, and the stories treat him like that. He and Superman are very clearly pals, despite all the mental anguish. Lois is a protagonist-coded character, or at least the deuteragonist, but she's not treated like that. She's certainly not treated like Superman's girlfriend. There's times when Superman would do anything to avoid her, and the most he can do to show affection is a message in a bowl of soup. That to me feels like a markedly worse premise for a story.

I don't know. This post is open for people to absolutely destroy me in the comics. Coming up ...finally... SHE arrives. Until next time!

[tiny-pretty-sana]

omg can we get SaMo or Mohyo headcanon??!? I love ur headcanons sm

of course! both will be under the cut but as i said if you wanted something longer let me know

(nsfw content | men and minors dni)

samo headcanons

sfw

momo brings calmness to sana's life. she is her rock, the one who listens to her and slows her down so that she looks around and appreciates the present moment

sana has a lot of energy, she's making plans and could talk non-stop. she is the one who pushes momo to try new things and make the little things in life more special

so... it goes like whatever sana wants or says, momo will do. however, but in spite of what it may seem it is sana who is more dependent

momo and sana are a hot, the type to make everyone turn around and double check

they both have different types of charms that could make everyone fall fot them. sana is well aware but momo has no clue, so this leads to sana getting possesive over her

nsfw

they just have an insane chemistry. they're both verstile but sana is more dominant and momo more submissive, so things can get really fun. it's not unusual for them to end up all marked up, scratched, bruised and bitten

whatever sana wants or says, momo will do. this rule also applies to sex. a look from sana or a hand gesture is everything it takes for momo to get on her knees with her tongue out

sana will mark momo all over, specially in visible areas so everyone knows she's taken. she'll trick momo into marking her up as well but then will scold her later with a smirk on her lips

sana loves to tease momo and play tricks on her, if momo falls for them and masturbates, touches sana or cums when she isn't allowed sana will make sure to teach her a lesson just as she planned

momo loves to have her mouth busy whether it is between her legs, with her sitting on her face or to play with her boobs. sana loves to ride momo (even like this momo will cum first)

mohyo headcanons

sfw

their relationship came as a surprise to those around them because they've always been kind of awkward with each other. it actually surprised them both since they started with something casual and with no attachments

their couple go to the gym together. when they do jihyo tends to get flustered while seeing momo working out focused with all her muscles fexed and covered in sweat. but some days she will have a one sided competion with her

when momo notices she's better at something she just lets her win even when she knows she will get so full of herself and will tease her

jihyo teases and makes fun of momo but she's so tender and always taking care of her, she pushes her hair ff her face, fixes the wrinkles in her clothes, makes sure she doesn't forget anything and always keeps her eyes on her

momo makes sure jihyo takes a break an eat well. she will convince her to have a lazy day cuddling or walking the dogs instead of keep doing things non stop and will cook a meal for her

nsfw

jihyo is the one in control, there's no doubt about that and momo won't put a fight. momo let's her manhandle her like she isn't stronger than her and couldn't flip them around if she wanted too

momo can get really needy. when this happens jihyo play hard to get but it won't last longer, she loves having momo whining and begging for it while sshe has tears in her eyes

there's something about seeing the other with their muscles exposed, sweaty and breathless after the gym that makes them go feral. they have done it a few times in the locker room and if the manage to resist their urges they'll manage to get into the car but that's it

they both enjoy using a strap and they both equally like giving or receiving

at the start it was almost mandatory for them doing positions where they weren't facing each other. momo got to shy and jihyo didn't want momo to know how much she affected her. they still enjoy some doggy nowadays

[itsmistyeyedbi]

the man in the mirror, the woman in the mask

Pairing: F!Detective and Rebecca | Word Count: 5,1k

Warnings: Angst, slightly suggestive comments and hints at child neglect.

Also on a03

Authors Note: This is basically Zuri's stream of consciousness throughout her morning in the office. About herself and her parents, but it mostly explores her relationship with Rebecca. This takes place in book 3.

-

She’s like her father. She knows she is. Everyone who knew him made sure to point it out and with him being the former detective of Wayhaven, damn near every resident of this tiny town did.

The colour of her eyes, the shape of her brows, the curve of her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose. The warm undertone of her dark brown skin, the small mole on her jaw and the even smaller beauty marks sprinkled on her face and body - one of them sits on her bottom lip.

Your smile lights up the room, you know? As much as your fathers did.

It does. It shines so bright that her mother couldn't bear it. She would wince and look away, turn her head, try not to be blinded by it. By the memories. A young Zuri decided to put a hand to her mouth whenever a smile made its way onto her face or her laughter filled the air, covering the mark and dimming the light that pained her. It seemed to help. She wouldn't look away anymore. But she didn’t stay long enough for her to see if it made her any less sad.

Her appearance isn't where the resemblance stops. Some things were harder to spare Rebecca from.

That's so sweet of you. Though I really shouldn’t be surprised, you are your father’s daughter.

I should’ve expected Rook’s baby girl to be as persuasive as he is. 

You have some of his personality too. He could charm anyone into doing anything he needed.

She was a daddy’s girl from the moment she set eyes on him. At least, that was what Rebecca told her - a million years ago when she had to convince her daughter to put on a bonnet before bed. Back when they would all sit around the table after the sun rose for however long they could, eating whatever Rook cooked up for breakfast before having to spend hours away from each other. Work. School. Morning or evening practice for gymnastics.

The comparisons were something Zuri has grown used to. Something she was almost proud of. Despite her time with him being short, that's still so much of him in her. But sometimes…sometimes his shadow would loom so large that it became all anyone ever saw.

The pieces of him in her.

Even Zuri herself did. Every once in a while she'd find herself following in his footsteps, trying to make her feet fit into the prints of his own and feeling a little part of her grimace when they didn't. And if she strayed too far, that little part of her would crush her with guilt and shame. She's his daughter. She should be as good as him, kind and generous and honest.

Until she remembers that that isn't all she is.

No one is immune to the effects of the marks he left behind.

But he wasn’t the only parent she had.

Has.

Whether she likes it or not, Rebecca is her mother. Even if it’s just by blood now. It's the bare minimum. But she's her mother nonetheless.

Somehow she managed to leave her marks too, and she isn't immune to them either.

-

This man is shameless in the most obvious way possible. Oblivious too.

He had to have seen the change in her body language, the way she painted a pretty smile on her face as if his presence was a pleasant surprise rather than an inconvenience. Is Mayor Friedman really so arrogant to think Rebecca enjoys his company? She doesn't spend enough time with anyone to remember what it's like to enjoy company. 

Not anyone outside of the Agency anyway.

Zuri looks on as they exchange air kisses and-

God, did he just try to give her a hug? A kiss!? 

She glances to her left and meets Captain Sung’s eyes. He looks like a soldier with how stiff his stance is and the stony expression on his face. But there’s a dead giveaway to his discomfort, to her anyway. The slight downturn of his lips. How much closer his eyebrows have knit together.

He has the courtesy to try not to look disturbed by the mayor’s eagerness to see her mother. Zuri doesn't. His focus is solely on Rebecca, so she's going to shudder and gag to her heart's content. Hopefully it distracts her from the tension that built up in her shoulders when Rebecca entered the station.

Her dramatics earn her a glare from the Captain as if he wants to scold her, and maybe part of him does, but the amusement in his eyes say otherwise. With a brow raised, she tilts her head and gives him a knowing smile - because can he really blame her? He's being a creep, at best. There's no way he doesn't want to cringe as much as she is right now.

They turn their attention to the scene playing out in front of them just in time to watch Rebecca steer her way out of that sad attempt at affection. She does it like a woman who's had to do it for years - effortlessly. Not that it's an experience unique to her, she doesn't know a woman who hasn't had to deal with overly familiar men. But it looks like she has had to deal with it from him specifically.

She pulls off looking oblivious to his sad attempt at…extending that greeting, and makes her way over to her audience. The Mayor, well, he's tugging at his jacket, running a hand through his hair, clearing his throat. Flustered, maybe even embarrassed while composing himself.

At least he's taking the rejection well.

But he doesn't know that it was a rejection.

Nevermind. Not surprising at all.

Rebecca stops in front of them with the professional demeanour she usually has, the sparkling eyes and bright smile has been tempered into a more pragmatic expression. Zuri’s had changed just as quickly, schooling her features into something more neutral the moment her mother looked in their direction. 

“It's been some time, Captain,” her tone is nowhere near as enthusiastic as they shake hands.

“It has,” his response isn't either, but it rarely ever is.

This interaction is weird to watch too. Such short and monotone responses. She knows they don't talk much, but damn. They aren't strangers greeting each other before a business meeting. 

The Captain and Rook were close. She saw it whenever he had to work on a weekend - something that seemed absurd to her back then - and he let her tag along. Mostly because of her puppy dog eyes and the vice grip she had on his legs. She remembered the laughter they shared, the jokes that didn't seem all that funny to her when she abandoned the book she was reading to listen in on their conversations. The back pats, the hands on the other's shoulders, the hugs the Captain bashfully accepted but never returned. At some point, Rebecca walked in and joined in their banter before doing what she intended to do when she arrived - drag her daughter back home.

Why the distance now? Was Rook their only tether to each other? Was Rebecca actually as closed off then as she is now?

Is it because he just watched his late friend’s widowed wife flirt with the Mayor - a married man?

That's a fair reason for this to be awkward, but that's more the mayor’s fault than hers.

“What brings you here?”

Ugh, he's talking again. The three of them look at him and-

What the hell is he doing?

He really doesn't know when to quit, does he? He's now leaning against the front desk with his elbow on its surface and his head in his hand. And that smile of his is far past friendly. He might as well find something to recline on and ask her to paint him wearing only-

Ew, nonono. She shouldn't taint her brain or The Titanic by conjuring up that image. But still…

The person manning that very desk, a volunteer, is staring at him with wide eyes and furrowed brows, mouth agape. Then they proceed to slowly slide away from him.

A snicker makes its way past her lips.

All their eyes lock onto her but her hand is already in front of her mouth. She splutters and coughs to mask the laughter that threatens to expose her - shit, don't make eye contact - then clears her throat.

“Excuse me, I just choked a little,” on the sheer audacity Mayor Friedman had and the poor volunteer who is still eying him. But they don't need to know that. Her eyes briefly meet Rebecca's and she reduces her urge to laugh into a small smirk before lightly swatting at the air. “But do tell.”

She could guess why she's here. Some new mission she needs to know about, a supernatural that's being too obvious about their powers. Whatever it is, it's nowhere near as interesting as witnessing the effect she has on this guy. He unironically tried to display himself on the front desk and didn't spare a thought for who was there.

At least Douglas isn't here to see this. He wouldn't have even acknowledged him if he was.

Her amusement fades away and she almost frowns, but catches herself. It's probably best for her to focus on Rebecca for now.

Speaking of, her eyes are still trained on her. She gestures towards her with a manicured hand as if her stare isn’t answer enough. Maybe it isn't for her not so secret admirer.

“I came to see Zuri.”

“Oh,” he's visibly deflating, shoulders slumping and all, wow.

“Aren't I popular today,” she sighs with a wry smile. It's tinged with exasperation.

She's functioning on a few hours of sleep, with no one to curl up to in bed with but anxiety after the late night diplomatic mission went south. Finding out the reason it did wasn't helpful either: she has a bounty on her head. Something she spent the entire night trying not to think about. But her day job doesn't know or care about that. In the first few minutes of getting to work she had to deflect Verda from his concern for her (with Tina’s help, because she was apparently too out of it to tell a convincing white lie) and mediate an argument between two grown men who can't tolerate each other enough to make decisions without puffing their chests and yelling. Over a simple blood drive.

In another life, she would happily donate. But her blood is a hot commodity now and needles…

A chill runs down her spine, her hand wrapping around her right wrist before her brain can register the action. The deep breath she takes is much more intentional.

That's not happening-

“I guess I was just fortunate enough to arrive while you were here, Mayor,” Rebecca laughs, something as close to a giggle as she might allow herself to do, and it's like a melody being played on a piano. Easy on the ears, enchanting…but practiced. The cadence consistent, perfect.

Fake.

She's a good actor. She can wear whatever face is needed to guide an interaction to wherever she wants it to go. She is the tide and everyone else is a little boat bobbing along, blissfully unaware of the ride they are on. The direction they're going in.

Zuri crosses her arms, her fingers twitching when she stops herself from digging them into her arm. She doesn't have much room to judge.

You could make this so much easier for me, Zee.

Fine, I’ll bite. How exactly could I do that? I’m just a name and a face she hears about.

Exactly. She has her guard up with me and it’s making her overreact. But she doesn’t know you, how reliable a friend you are.

So you want me to befriend her just to get into this alleged club of hers? What if it’s not as interesting as you think it is?

I don’t think it, I know it. All you need to do is be your charming self and we’re golden. You’re almost as irresistible as I am.

Very funny…but fine. 

You’re an angel.

She's a good actor too.

Rebecca says her farewells with a gentle wave before leading her back to her office. Doing what she intended to do when she arrived. The click-clack of their heels on the tile floor are in sync, only accompanied by the mayor’s overzealous reply and the grimace she spies on Captain’s face.

She would’ve done the same if it weren't for the window in front of her; in it's reflection,  she could see how similar the build of their bodies are. Their height, the length of their legs, the way their blazers sit on their shoulders. And despite the difference in their hairstyles - Rebecca with her cornrows tied into a low bun with a hair tie, Zuri with her twists tied into a high ponytail with a headwrap - they both had to care for the same thick, deep brown hair.

It's nothing she didn't already know, but the reminder never fails to be jarring.

She is her mother’s daughter.

-

“That was…interesting to watch.”

“What was?”

Zuri leans against the front of her desk with a smirk and raised brow. She might be able to play dumb with people like the mayor, but come on. She can't expect her to not ask about her little performance out there.

But she isn't going to spell it out for her. She jerks her head in his direction, watching him through the glass that gives them a view of the station as he leaves. That's as much as she's willing to elaborate.

“Oh,” Rebecca sighs, and Zuri can't tell if it's because it happened or because she asked. Her voice is tinged with disdain when she decides to give her an actual response. “It's part of my job to establish and maintain a good relationship with those who are in charge of this town. Staying in Mayor Friedman's good graces allows us access to many things that would be denied otherwise.”

“I never would’ve guessed that those methods would get the Agency's stamp of approval. I thought they'd go for something closer to their,” she wiggles her fingers in the air, “meetings and treaties.”

“The Agency doesn't directly involve themselves in these matters and prefer to have this done through their agents. They don't specify how we should keep people like the mayor on our side, just that we get the job done.”

She's making it less personal, addressing her as if she asked about agents in general and not about her. Funny. 

Zuri tilts her head and watches her mother with feigned curiosity. “So do you flirt with everyone who has some kind of power in Wayhaven, or just him?”

An eyebrow twitches, but that's the only sign that she pressed a button somewhere. That, and the way Rebecca shifts her weight to adjust how she's resting against the chair she drifted to when they entered her office. “I do what gets the job done.”

“Hm,” she turns her head, taking interest in the pot plants sitting on she shelf against the wall-

Pfft. Not really. She's more focused on pressing her lips together, trying not to grin in her face.

Rebecca hasn't moved an inch since they started talking. After slipping off her blazer and draping it across the chair she's assigned herself to, she's been as cool and calm as ever. As if this - her visiting and them chatting- is the norm for them. As if anything about their relationship could be considered normal. It hasn't been anywhere close, not after Rook died.

That and their similarities, that damned reflection she saw, makes her feel…wrong. In her mind, in her body, in the feelings she has whenever her mother is around. Her bones feel like they're out of place. She wants to roll her shoulders and wrists, crack her knuckles, massage her neck, as if that would fix it. Rid her of the unease creeping along her skin.

It isn't going to. But she doesn't want to linger on why she feels this way, not now. Too much has happened already, she doesn't want to deal with Rebecca’s lacklustre attempt at comfort too. 

There isn't much else to do but poke the bear. Just a little. Just enough to see how long she can keep up this stoicism. If she can affect her in the same way. 

“Well, you certainly have the mayor wrapped around your finger. Nice dodge, by the way. Very smooth.” She chuckles, and it gets a little louder when she receives a deadpan look on her face. Zuri turns and opts to lean on the desk with the palms of her hands. “But the fact that he thought he could get a hug out of you tells me he's looking to get access to some things too.”

“Yes,” she sighs, and - aha - there's a crack in her mask for a split second when her lips curl into a subtle snarling frown. “Letting him think that that's a possibility grants us a lot of leeway.”

“Oh, I'm sure he's hoping you'll be just as…flexible.”

“Aht aht!”

Zuri burst into laughter, a hand in front of her mouth as she cackles and keels over. When was the last time she's heard her do that? She really got to her enough to bring out the Nigerian mother in her.

Rebecca crosses her arms and sucks her teeth before inhaling deeply, as if she's trying to be all stoic again.

“That's tactless, Zuri.”

“You're the one flirting to gain ‘access’, not me,” her laughter tapers off into an airy giggle as she moves to sit down behind the desk. With a long exhale, she crosses her legs and gently swivels the office chair left and right with a playful shrug. Maybe it's wrong to find some kind of amusement and relief in getting under her skin, but she rarely ever shows emotion.

The last time she saw Rebecca have range in her emotions and actually express them was when her father was still in their lives. Everything changed. She didn't expect things to be the same, there would always be a gaping hole in their family, but nothing could reach her beyond the grief she has been drowning in. The work she buries herself in. The mask she wore day in, day out.

This is the first time in years that she's caught a glimpse of the mom she had. The woman she was. The one that died with her husband.

Her heart is squirming in her chest, with yearning and bitterness and wistfulness. Maybe she missed that. Missed her. Moments like this felt more…real. Better than the moments they have when she's in a hospital bed in the facility or preparing for a mission. It's easy for her to care - and to show it - when she's close to death or danger. But what about the person she is day to day? The person beyond that?

Beyond an echo of the past and the fear of history repeating itself?

…Would she even like that person?

Would he? If he was still here?

Zuri glances away from Rebecca and leans forward to turn on the desktop. She can feel her gaze burning into her as she types in the password and she couldn't help the way her eyes flickered between her mother and the screen. That gaze burned, then simmered, then softened into something warm in seconds. She could never stay mad at her for long, though she would easily outlast Rook. This seems different though.

The warmth within her light brown eyes was holding something else as well. The same wistfulness she was feeling. That, and a spark of hope.

It gives her pause.

Did she actually get under her skin or did she decide to play along? For the two of them to act out the mother-daughter relationship they don't have?

…Whatever gets the job done she said.

Her other performance was much more entertaining. But uncomfortable too considering the territory it's heading towards.

Zuri can't say she's never thought that though. She did, and acted on it more times than she can count. Back when her days were spent balancing partying, getting a degree… and pleasing Bobby. Being his angel, swooping in when he needed her and doing whatever she could to help him get his next scoop. Whatever got the job done.

But at some point, it caught up to her. It always does. People are more than what they have or what they keep secret. Manipulation, lies, gaslighting… anything of the sort are weapons as sharp as a knife, play with it too much and you yourself will be cut. But the cuts she has are nothing compared to the scars she left in her wake. The people who were in her life - from the ones she cared about to the strangers who believed they were friends and were nothing but kind to her - couldn’t look her in the eye anymore. Some of them hoped they never would.

The consequences of her actions resulted in a fractured reputation and loneliness; and that was just University. Rebecca’s playing in an entirely different league, and the stakes are…

Something in her stomach twists. 

Okay, enough. She's a grown woman. This isn't her first rodeo. She'll be fine.

“That isn’t what I came here to discuss.”

“I figured. I won't take up anymore of your time with that.” Zuri frowns. The password is still staring back at her. Whatever this is is distracting her and not addressing it isn't working. “But it's…”

She meets her eye for a second before fixing her gaze onto the screen. “Just be careful. Jokes aside, games like that can be dangerous.”

“You're worried about me?” 

She looks up again and what was supposed to be a quick scan of her mother’s face turns into a lingering gaze. The question hangs in the air. It was asked softly, as if her breath was stolen from her lungs, with her eyes wide and mouth agape.

Is she worried?

Zuri’s eyes go back to the desktop, the screen dark from inactivity. Great, she has to type in the password again. And she does, leaving the question at just that.

“You don't have to be,” there's fondness in Rebecca’s voice that makes her fingers slip past the required letters on the keyboard. “The mayor’s not even on the board, let alone playing in the same league as I am.”

She hears her smile before she sees it. Zuri swallows and nods and finally gets the password right. It's silly, really. She should be more worried about why she's here; that's more concerning than anything.

“So, why the sudden appearance?”

Rebecca decides to sit on the chair now instead of leaning against it, and crosses her legs. She's getting comfortable for someone who won't be here long.

“I merely came to check on you.”

She opens an email, does not look up from the screen. “Why?”

“Because no matter how you feel about me, I care about you.” 

“Hm.”

“I do.” There's more conviction in her words now and concern that almost sounds frantic, like she has something to prove. Zuri supposes she does.

“Very much so,” she continues. “And you're having to handle more than most people could manage: your job here at the station, being a liaison for the Agency, the life you have outside of work… how are you coping with it all?”

“Oh, you know. Coping.”

“I'm sure it's been a great comfort to have support from others.”

Zuri almost raises a brow in apprehension. Something about the way she said that feels like she's looking to confirm something. Like she knows something…

It can't be about Tina, can it? She might be eager to find out about the supernatural world but she wouldn't blab about something this important. She knows how to keep a secret.

She looks up at her, keeping her eyes trained on her as she nods, “Yeah, having Unit Bravo around has been really helpful. Especially with it feeling like I'm part of the team.”

“Yes,” the word is drawn out and Rebecca’s focus shifts to the window, where there's a clear view of Tina working at her desk. “I'm sure Unit Bravo has been supporting you as well.”

Shit.

Zuri frowns and leans back in her seat, putting an elbow on the armrest and holding her head up with her thumb, index and middle finger. “So that's why you're here. Great. Can we discuss that later? I have work to do and I'm sure you do too.”

“I'm not here to reprimand you. That's something that isn't important right now.”

“Okay, is this supposed to be a check up then?”

Rebecca tenses before frowning and shifting in her seat. “I'm not here to check up on you, but to check on you. To see if there's anything I can do to help you.”

Silence. She doesn't know what to say to that, so she just looks at her. She's wringing her hands together - another similarity they have, except Zuri tries to hide it when she has company. It's easy when she's in company she doesn't trust or care for, but when she does? Not so much.

“I am trying…I want to be better at this,” she almost sounds timid. But she can't bring herself to take it any easier than her. There's still that feeling of wrongness in her skin. She's tired and agitated and the memories of the past aren't helping.

“At this?” 

“At us.”

She really doesn't want to do this. Not now. 

“I know things have always been tense between us,” she continues, and the first thought that comes to mind is that she's wrong. It hasn't. And it wouldn't be if she was there. “But I want to be one of the people you can turn to for comfort too, to be someone to support you throughout all of this.”

She wishes she wouldn't do this. She can't right now, she can't-

It's too much. Her chest is heavy with an amalgamation of emotions; longing, sorrow, anger, whatever else she's feeling is something she can't pinpoint and name.

This is what it takes? Forced proximity through the Agency and danger at every turn, that's what she needed to want to support her? This is the most she's seen of her mother in almost two decades, and it's only happening because the Agency was surprised that she didn't die after dealing with Murphy and her blood makes her opium to every supernatural walking the planet.

Yes, working for the Agency can be consuming. She knows that now. But Rebecca's been doing this for longer than she has and managed to balance it well enough when Rook was here. And Zuri, despite everything she has gone through, hasn't neglected her relationship or vanished from their lives.

Which means she chose this. She was capable of being there for her, of being her mom, and she chose not to. She chose her work and her grief over her daughter. But now that they see each other so often, it's more convenient for her to be her mother rather than a stranger she occasionally talks to over the phone.

Rebecca is slouching in her chair, still wringing her hands with worry and hope tugging on her features. Zuri holds her gaze for as long as she can before shaking her head and putting her face in her hands.

The way she's looking at her…she needed that before all this. When it wasn't easy or convenient. When it meant facing the pain she has to be there for her daughter after she lost her dad or holding her hand when she destroyed almost every relationship she had and the loneliness settled in. 

Don't cry don't cry don't cry-

She took a deep breath, then another and another until her eyes no longer stung and the lump in her throat shrank. The ache in her heart eases, her mind goes quiet.

She doesn't need this. Not now. Not anymore.

“I can't think about this right now.”

“Why not?” 

Zuri thinks back to every missed phone call, every birthday and holiday and anniversary that she wasn't there for. And the main excuse she would get when she did manage to reach her, when she lit up at the sound of her voice.

I'm sorry, Zuri. Things have been so busy, I just…don't have the time for it right now. But I'll make it up to you another time. I promise.

She only ever fulfilled a promise once. The hundreds of others fell to the wayside.

“There's too much going on. Like you said, I'm dealing with more than most people could manage,” she leans forward and rests her elbows on the desk, clasping her hands together before meeting her gaze. Her eyes and voice are hollow when she continues. “I don't have the time or energy for this right now.”

Rebecca stiffens and gives a small nod, pressing her lips together and staring at a spot on the wall behind her. 

“...Another time maybe,” she eventually responds, her voice quiet but thick with disappointment, with a hope that's been squashed.

“Mhm.”

She gets up and the disappointment is more obvious now; her posture lacks the professionalism and confidence she usually has. She looks smaller, her body having folded into itself. She grabs her blazer, slips it on and just like that, the mask falls into place. Back straight, shoulders relaxed, hands clasped in front of her. The only evidence of their conversation is in her eyes. Emotions are at home in the eyes, they're always difficult to control.

“If you need me, I'm just a phone call away.”

“Are you?”

Palpable silence. The air is heavy with tension. Rebecca is the one to fill it, but even then it's softly, as if she's trying not to break it - doesn't have the right to.

“I will be.”

The ‘I promise’ is absent, but implied. Maybe she thinks it's better not to say it out loud, maybe she remembers how many of them she has broken.

Zuri shifts her focus to the desktop, moving the mouse so the screen lights up again. The click clack of heels and the office doors opening and closing is all she needs to know that she left. She finally allows herself to let out a long sigh, feeling lighter already. 

There's a bitter satisfaction in throwing the words she heard for years back at her. It's not unwarranted. She's busy. Now isn't the time to deal with their issues.

But she isn't sure there ever will be.

She is her mother’s daughter, after all.

[2demondogs]

While Summer Dances | Molly/Mary-Beth

Tags: canon divergence (Molly left w the others), post-canon, pre-relationship confusion and pining <3, character study where Molly is depressed and learns how poverty works (like, for real this time), referenced VanDerMatthews Words: 2k A/N: A snippet of life. Struggling to have the drive for anything rn honestly. So kinda just working on what is striking me.

When she first came to America, Molly never thought she would find herself living in a tenement.

In fact, she turned her nose up at them any time she rode through town with Dutch. He never cared for that, either. She does not care for him anymore, but she understands why, even if he only ever saw in the poor a self-aggrandizing glory. He was the giving hand of God.

If it came to her, she'd spit in its palm.

She's grown past her own biases. Made headway in doing so, at least. Having tasted poverty, it's as difficult to stomach when it is shoved down her throat and takes root in her very own belly. How could anyone live that way? She had wondered, but came to find it was not exactly a choice.

Now that she's been forced to mend her own things, since Mary-Beth hasn't got much time, though she considers mending her things to be far less of a chore for some reason; to cook her own food, though Mary-Beth prefers to do it because she's not worth much in a kitchen, or to find a neighbor willing to spare half a meal between the two of them; to help make their money— all of which Molly had never expected to do until she found herself a husband.

Even then, what an unthinkable thing it was to have a husband who could not afford servants. Blasphemous, a husband who would make his own wife work beyond keeping what little of the house was left for her to keep so that she did not grow cabin-fevered in whatever lavish, wealthy prison such a wife might find herself in.

No, being poor should never do for an O'Shea. It certainly would be an embarrassment to her family the way she lives now, and at times Molly is thankful that they likely believe she is dead. Returning wasn't an option for the shame of failure, anyways, although it eats at her despite the fact a handful of people know the truth of where Miss O'Shea has ended up. It keeps her awake at night despite her inability to explain, when Mary-Beth asks her, what she sought in this country and apparently did not find. Love had came to her by instinct, but that was so girlish.

Always a smart kind of girl — spoken admiringly, though Molly once insulted her with it — she says maybe her failure was a lack of purpose. She thinks about that, too, when she cannot sleep.

Still, she finds herself day-dreaming of arguing her — their — case to her parents and governess. She doesn't know what needs those thoughts fulfill, but she supposes that thoughts don't really have to fulfill anything. Maybe they remind her that despite it all, she is strangely satisfied when the strain eases and she is sitting at the small breakfast table with Mary-Beth, learning to play card games and being teased about strip poker until she cries for her to stop talking nonsense. It's an old joke, but it makes the woman laugh when Molly acts a little prudish. Or maybe the thoughts just sit there, same as she does, and rot away into different ones once they've driven her sufficiently mad.

Mary-Beth says that it's normal to feel that way sometimes: a little mad. Molly doesn't understand much of what is normal, apparently.

This discrepancy between them alone is slowly chipping at the façade of superiority she finds herself clinging to. The ugliness rears its head when Molly sees something horrible. For instance, that mother in the next apartment who they cook for now and then. She hasn't got a husband to feed her baby, and can barely scrape rent together even though she sews the prettiest dresses Molly has seen in years.

The family name tells her: she is below you. Whatever, much kinder, thing that's growing in her believes only that the man who left those two babes deserves to be six feet below, and perhaps a little further down— straight into Hell. Molly knows what being left feels like, and that woman's relatability only ends because she doesn't believe she's got a talent of her own that'd even be worth wealth.

Oh, how angry being poor has made her. She's always been angry, but she's only just learned of it. Molly can't remember a day she was not angry, or mad.

The strangest part of it all is that Mary-Beth doesn't seem to mind either one as long as it's not about her. Really, she hadn't even cared when it was about her. She's probably got something very smart to say about those months after Dutch began following her tail, too, but it's been only a year on their own and Molly is less than ready to hear her wisdom. She has barely been ready to hear any of her other good opinions.

They always sting a little, which she guesses is part of what makes them true.

What strikes Molly most is that they haven't done anything to deserve this. They both work very hard. She makes nine dollars a week keeping the books at a general store; in the evenings, she does them for the landlord and is paid with discounted rent; Mary-Beth writes for the paper, though the readers only know her as Johnathan Price. And that lovely woman next door, and the families they all know by name, and the cats on the street— what have they done to be sneered at for living here?

When she is most desperate to find a reason, she even thinks of Dutch and his gang, and discards the morality she finds missing from them all by reminding herself that blood seeps through soil and colors the soles of bystanders just the same. Where did their hard work get them? That stupid old island he wanted to go to, like some child wishing to jump to the moon? She doubts it.

Molly'd been angry, yes. This dwindling sense of entitlement inside her is screaming with nowhere to run to. A familiar self-loathing is starting to take its place instead.

They are as lucky as they can be, at the end of the day. The wood may be rotting in places and it may smell a little when she forgets to perfume the air, but it is four walls — four blessed walls, and a floor, and a solid ceiling — and usually food, and so many kind folks who have been through worse and therefore do not judge. There's been no word from Karen since they left, so she can only imagine she is dead or in prison. Tilly was quite lucky to find Pierre, although she didn't explicitly say that Molly was also invited to the wedding when she wrote to tell them about it. You should come, but it was only addressed to Mary-Beth, as her letters always were.

Molly wondered, then, if it's because of how she was or if it's because of what this looks like: two women living together, sharing one bed, one working a man's job and the other, a tomboy's. Her family is argued with, inside her head, about those things, too, though she always comes up short with a way to describe how things actually are. Enough words come to her to write, when she can, but those poems are to never be read again. They are only for her journal, and Molly might die if anyone, herself included, ever laid eyes on them.

Never has she been good at holding her tongue, despite that. Mary-Beth had only blushed and told her not to ask things like if Tilly disliked inverts. Molly believed, at first, that she had disgusted her with the implication they could even be a pair of them. Then she said Dutch and Hosea raised Tilly to know better than that, which Molly once again rolled around in her head for evenings, wondering what exactly she had meant by it.

For once, she did not ask. Really, she already knew.

Jealousy is a green-eyed monster. Molly doesn't remember who said that, because she consumed far too many books in a cluster when Mary-Beth first learned she was literate but not well-read. This one and that one, and some Shakespeare, and this one's not very good but I think you'll enjoy it, it's romantic.

She never questioned where she procured all those novels, but she's certain they were stolen. Regardless, she read them and continues to read them, every now and then, because Mary-Beth is nice to her. Acting interested is the least she can do.

It felt a little more sensible to read for pleasure when she was shown just how fun romances can be. Such a concept was foreign to her in childhood, and Dutch's books were drivel. Even if romances make her a little sad, a little envious at times.

Mary-Beth won't hand over her own drafts still. Molly has tried when the woman was asleep, but apparently the empty space in the bed or the sound of the wrong papers shuffling is an instant remedy for her fatigue. She doesn't shoot up, but her voice is always sharp calling the diversion of: "What's wrong?"

Always what's wrong, never why can't you sleep. Molly wonders if these haunting dreams are also normal, and simply no one ever told her. Not a word of them has been spoken to Mary-Beth, yet she seems to understand why she wakes up so often to smoke.

Another bad dream wakes her this morning, and she feels like the green-eyed monster for it. Vague, shifting, the way dreams always are, but she remembers the terrible feeling of emptiness she felt and when she rubs the sleep from her eyes, they are damp with dried tears. Familiar faces, distorted by separation and left only to the black holes of hatred she assumed laid beneath them when she did know those women; all lacing corsets without her, all watching, all laughing at the girlchild — because for some reason she is young again in all of these dreams — who does not fit.

Molly doesn't tell her about these dreams because they feel silly, even though they ache. They ache a lot as she sits up in the bed, the dream settling into her back and spreading soreness over the shoulder blades.

She's never fit, that much is true. She doesn't even fit in her own skin, it feels, or else it wouldn't hurt like this.

Mary-Beth isn't beside her, but she can hear her in the kitchen making breakfast. It is Tuesday; they both work today.

Like usual, she looks at her spot and considers why they allow themselves to sleep this way. Studying the narrow mattress and the wrinkles in the fitted sheet, she finds there's no reason not to. It's comfortable. There is no room or money for another bed. She'd feel very bad if she kicked her to the sofa, and she would refuse to sleep on it herself. When Molly stretches across the bed to slide one of Mary-Beth's cigarettes out of the package, the pillow smells like her perfume.

Lately, it's become a little less usual to doubt this, but those dreams always make her feel so unsure.

How funny that life goes on without one's blessing. Molly thought she would die without him. Maybe it's the feeling that she will die without her that keeps her going, but it's funny how life changes, too.

Changes, and leaves her behind. Molly dresses herself and thinks how much easier it would be to have someone do her corset for her. Sometimes they do just that for one another, but usually she is unlacing Mary-Beth's when she is stiff from sitting all day or is tired because she's had to go around town for an article. Molly's job is tiring, too, but she doesn't seem to feel it the same way she does.

Women do up corsets with so much more prowess than men. Dutch had always had to let it back out some, hadn't seemed to remember she needed to breathe to keep sitting pretty for him. Mary-Beth's got practice with it. The few times she's laced Molly's, it's been the most comfortable it's ever felt; like a second skin, and not a layer of clothing.

Molly allows herself one moment to acknowledge that she takes that same sense of— something from the fact she undoes her corset, sometimes. After that moment, it's back to the shallows of her thoughts that it goes.

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

zeddison headcanons because i want them both and i need them back neow

they're both queer (not really a niche headcanon but i'm putting it)

it took zed many months to get over the dog imitation habit

(ignoring the queer headcanon for a sec) addison is the biggest ally to ever ally. like one of those obnoxious allies but it works for her

^full on rainbow cake and celebration when literally anyone comes out, but she'll also be lowkey if requested

they are "me? obsessed with you? yes, yes i am" personified (about each other, ofc)

addison was zed's anchor when it came time to learn how to control his zombie state (similar to kipo and her anchor from kataow)

addison knows enough of the zombie language to have conversations but struggles with pronunciation (i'm slightly projecting with this one i fear)

they're literally always holding hands or linking their arms/pinkies (literally canon)

addison lets zoey dress her up and do her hair, especially after she got her true alien hair

^zed has a whole album of pictures of addison after zoey's makeovers (simply just because he loves them both so much, literally only like 3 were taken for funny reasons)

zed has dyscalculia but thought that it was just a zombie brain issue for the longest time (yes, he's canonically top of his class. yes, i'm giving him dyscalculia. both can be true)

^once he figured out what he had, he had to be practically begged by addison and his friends to ask for accommodations

addison is insanely touch-starved but presents herself like she's not (i definitely feel like dale and missy weren't the most physically affectionate parents, and i assume that angie (her most touchy relative) died when addison was young)

addison is closer to eliza and bonzo than zed is to bree (this is pretty much supported by a handful of scenes in the movies but whatever)

^don't get it confused, zed and bree are still very friendly to each other, as she is addison's best friend and bonzo's girlfriend

addison's baked dessert of choice is muffins, especially fruit muffins

^zed hates the sensation of cooked fruit (we're projecting again) but he eats them anyway to make addison happy

^once addison finds out he doesn't like cooked fruit, she then feels really bad for giving him so many muffins to taste-test and recruits zoey and bonzo instead

zed is greek (at least on his dad's side, due to the "-polis")

zed ends up pursuing a career that does not require more years of school due to his gifted-kid burnout (we all know he has it) being so bad

^addison most likely pursued something in the hospitality industry, became a politician like her mom (but like an actually good one), or became a defense lawyer

^i also feel like addison's the breadwinner of their relationship (not that that matters in the slightest just a thought)

[inactivehazbinagereblog]

How do you think charlie and vaggie would handle each other's age regression?

They would both be AMAZING caregivers towards each other. There's absolutely nothing that one wouldn't do to keep the other one safe, comfy, and happy at all times.

I see Vaggie as being a very practical caregiver. She loves cooking for and handfeeding her baby (little Charlie gets LOTS of wholesome home-cooked food, some of it Salvadoran, some not, all of it tasty)! She does her hair every day, picks out her clothes, and has a lot of fun making Charlie look extra adorable. She's also very meticulous about keeping Charlie clean, so she does a good job about keeping up with things like baths, pull up checks, and wiping Charlie's face and hands after she eats. She can be kinda strict and has a low tolerance for tantrums and whining, but she never raises her voice. She's good at standing her ground calmly but firmly on whatever she needs Charlie to do. She's got a very strict routine for Charlie on 'Little Days,' and can jump right into it if Charlie suddenly regresses. She's not super great at imaginary play, but loves to build with blocks, do art, or watch movies with her baby girl. Plus Lucifer is super silly and playful, so Charlie still has a buddy either way.

Charlie would also be a great caregiver for Vaggie, but Vaggie would struggle accepting that help when she's little. She sees herself as the protector in their relationship and doesn't like being needy or reliant on someone that's supposed to depend on HER. She's working on it, especially since Charlie is so loving and accepting, but it's hard. In the meantime, she's more comfortable accepting help from Lucifer on some things like diaper changes and getting fed. Still...Charlie IS a good caregiver and it shows in how well tuned she is to Vaggie's needs. Vaggie regresses to a very low age, and is completely nonverbal. Add to that the fact that she's autistic, so she has some very particular support needs that she struggles to ask for. But Charlie always knows just what to do. She remembers all of her baby's 'favorites,' like favorite safe foods and comfy clothes that don't bother her sensory issues (no!!!! elastic!!!!). She also made Vaggie a little communication board to help bridge any gaps. She's very aware of Vaggie's triggers, and if need be, is very good at handling her meltdowns (which can be...a lot. Baby's got a lot of pent up feelings that just sorta take over her when things feel out of control). Charlie also loves doing sensory play with Vaggie, and comes up with elaborate activities that get Vaggie so excited! She especially loves running, slamming into her crash pad, screaming, sensory boxes, lights, colors, and anything that makes a big sticky mess, all of which Charlie is always down for!

Lastly, I think they'd each have an unspoken rule that only one of them can be regressed at a time, so that they're always able to take care of one another. This causes a lot of issues if they're both stressed and overwhelmed with the hotel/negotiating with Heaven, because neither will let themselves slip in order to leave space for the other to. Lucifer...thinks this is the saddest and slightly dumbest thing he has ever seen. He loves his little girls so much and swears he has it in him to look over them both if they both need to regress (the girls doubt it, but love the support).

[veneritia]

siblings & questions tag

Thank you @alintalzin for the tag! This is both the best and worst game for the vi aetier siblings so of course I gotta do it

Who looks the most like Dad?

Charles takes that spot easily enough, and is probably gonna follow Dantalion's footsteps with having "the fair" as an epithet. But all of the siblings (like any vi Aetier) have the trademark silver eyes.

2. Who looks the most like mom?

Euphemia does but with Fenice as a close second. Euphemia is essentially Eudocia in miniature both in looks and in attitude, though Euphemia has a bit more of a ruthless streak. Fenice looks remarkably like Titania in coloring but she doesn't have Titania's vibes, yknow?

3. Who eats the most?

Konstantine does but he's also one of the pickiest eaters. Whatever food he does like though he makes sure to eat a ton of, and his mother indulges him anyway.

4. Who has been in the weirdest situations?

Fenice. Her whole life has been weird ever since she was born and is probably just gonna get weirder. I mean, who else has weirdly vivid dreams about attending a banquet with your dead ancestors where the host may or may not be (a) god?

5. Who sleeps the most?

Basil, but he's basically a toddler so he needs his naps.

6. Most stable romantic life?

Well, of the three that are old enough to have a romantic life (Fenice, Charles, Euphemia)...none of them. For one, Fenice has zero interest in romance and will continue to have zero interest in romance (very ironic considering who her parents are). For another, Fenice is already married but it was arranged and she and Nike are indifferent to and loathe each other respectively. Charles and Euphemia's eventual marriages are a matter of state, so any 'official' relationship is kind of off limits. They both have a long line of suitors and have been known to enjoy flirting here and there, but other than that they've never entered any actual romantic relationship.

7. Worst habit of each one?

Fenice's tendency to think the worst of everyone and especially herself. Charles developing tunnel vision when pursuing something he wants at the expense of everything else Euphemia never failing to give back-handed compliments when she talks Konstantine just kind of wanders off in the middle of conversations when he's bored (he's a kid) Basil has terrible table manners (he's a baby)

8. Who's the most dramatic?

Hands down it's Fenice. She might fool most people with her whole "I am untouchable, nothing can faze me, I am unbothered" facade but you bet that she's having the most dramatic inner monologues 24/7. I blame anime

9. Who had a weird phase?

Weird is relative when it comes to the vi Aetiers, but I don't think anyone had a particular weird phase. Unless you count Charles who's trying to overturn the whole vi aetier kinslaying tradition, which the majority of people think is weird.

10. Best cook of the family?

Bold of you to assume they've seen a kitchen before.

11. Best memory together?

As in all 5 siblings together? Uh....none really. I mean it was only recently that all 5 of them were even in the same city, much less spending time together.

12. Worst memory together?

Those are book 2 spoilers ;)

13. Dream trip together

No one would be stupid enough to put them in the same vehicle. Maybe if you pair them off it'd be feasible and we'd get somewhere, but all five? not possible. They're also just not that close as siblings. (Konstantine and Basil are the youngest by a significant age gap. Euphemia and Charles' mothers have some real bad blood between them because of The Incident TM. Charles and Fenice are considered the closest out of the siblings but like, some of this is one-sided and Fenice still harbors a lot of resentment towards Charles).

14. Would you rather not be able to shower for a month or have the same clothes for a month?

It gets stupid hot and humid in Kaelstanopoli, especially during the summer. All of them would rather have the same clothes for a month than not bathe. That and the baths in Kaelstanopoli are like top tier.

15. Who's the older one?

Fenice

16. Role model?

Fenice - her mother and many of her paternal ancestors that she's read about and studied Charles - Dantalion and his uncle Andras Euphemia - her mother Eudocia and her great-grandmother Saphynia the Iron Queen Konstantine - Charles Basil - doesn't have one yet but he likes copying what Konstantine does

17. Who usually has the worst ideas?

Would it be a cop-out to say Basil

18. A GIANT insect is on the wall, who's taking care of it?

Basil. He may be the youngest and smallest but against bugs??? The most fearless man to ever exist. He's probably try and feed it to his ducks.

Tagging: @thewritersplace @seasteading @writinglyra @thesorcerersapprentice @cheshawrites @sourrcandy @serpentarii @charitet @thatswhereiwanttobe

[fox0war]

For Veri:

Appearance 7, 9

Objects 3

Food and Drink 5, 10

Weather and Nature 3, 5, 6, 12, 13, 15

Community and Relationships 9, 18

Mind, Body, and Soul 1

Hobbies and Activities 12

I know this is a lot but it was a long ask game 😅

It is a long ask game! And luckily I just had some fun book reading time to stretch my brain after the alien day parade so i'm coming in swinging!

Appearance: -7, Is there someone your character tries to look similar to? In part, as a sign of her barely existent loyalty, I'd say she tries to make herself look like Holt Helms, the leader of the SevTri (Who... tortured her and then took her in on their side), wearing things that fit his color scheme as some sign of loyalty, even if she IS only loyal for the sake of revenge and disagrees with everything Holt is doing. -9, What does your character smell like? Great question! One I never considered too. I'd say she has pretty good hygiene for one, so she probably has some smell about her like flowers thanks to the soaps she uses, but some bronze/copper/other metallic scents tossed in too because of her cybernetics and the metals she wears on most of her outfits. Flowers and metal, mm...

Objects: -3, What type of object is likely to catch your character's attention? I feel like a lot of things would catch her interest honestly, but old-world tech is always fascinating to her (Before Earth got... destroyed, Yeahh...), and I feel like she'd totally have a case of crowbrain, aka, loving shiny things.

Food and Drink: -5, Does your character consider eating fun? Not usually, no, I don't think she would. Unless it were a special occasion, or some special kind of food, I think a lot of the joys of eating have vanished for her. Kinda hard to enjoy eating when it's less of a meal with people you care about and more of just, fuel. -10, What is a childhood meal your character cherishes? Not specifically a meal, but I'd say Lefse is a major comfort food that comes from her childhood. She rarely has it anymore, mostly focusing on whatever rations she can find that are high nutrient and... not prepared by Myze (she doesn't trust him). But sometimes she'll indulge herself with some Lefse, prepared in various ways depending on how she's feeling that day (Sweet go-to is probably chocolate and fruits while her savory preference is some meats and cheeses)

Weather and Nature: -3, What season would your character say they're most similar to? I don't think she'd bother with such things, but if forced to pick an answer, she'd probably pick Winter. Cruel, brutal, that's all she thinks she is, something that brings death without care. Whether or not that's accurate? Well. I think we know better. But that's what she'd pick for herself. -5, Has your character ever had an animal phase? The wording on this one confused me honestly, but I'm going to take this as in a phase where she was interested in animals. In which case, yes! She became fascinated with animals for a brief time when she was younger, but that fascination quickly petered out in favor of three others, People, Plants, and Tech -6, Would your character enjoy sky gazing? See, she's usually off planet, so she doesn't get much "sky" gazing time per se, but stargazing? Oh she loves it, if she were a planet bound person she'd probably love sky gazing, but as it is, she's staring into the cosmos with every trip she takes. -12, Could your character survive in the wilderness on their own for a week or more? Oh, for sure. She knows what plants are safe, she knows how to locate and clean water, she knows how to make shelter, she can easily hunt and cook, she'd do great in the wilderness. The true question is, how did she get stranded for a week without being recovered really fast? -13, What element best represents your character? See now this is interesting, I often refer to her in terms of fire, her spark, her flame, unable to be snuffed. But honestly? As much as I ADORE fire as a metaphor for her... I think Earth is the more fitting element. Tough, blunt, capable of great harm with little effort, but the edges may crumble, and plants may grow between its cracks, and it can nurture if the time is right, if the chance is given. She has mostly sworn off current chances, but she still cares deeply for a certain kid she helped rescue awhile back, all is not lost... -15, Is there a creature that scares your character? People. Any Sapient species. Not because they're actually that frightening, she's perfectly capable of taking down some of the most powerful of foes, but because they're actively capable of malice and have the tools to be more than just, annoying. I know I know boring answer, but seriously! The only creatures to ever hurt her are the ones who think just as much as her. For a less "humans are scary" sounding answer, Space Krakens are pretty scary too. (They're called Charybdi if you're speaking human languages, Kivelet if you're speaking Xaouki-Auouki, and Lo'Bel if you're a De'Thral)

Community and Relationships: -9, Where is your character's comfort place? Admittedly, she doesn't have much of one. She's always a bit... on the move, and she has a bad habit of rejecting nice things, refusing to let her guard down. But... she likes quiet spaces, ones with plush interiors where she just... gets left alone. Comfortable, silent, nobody there to hurt her. -18, What is your character's favorite form of affection? For the record, major stray cat vibes, she doesn't let anyone give her affection. Hopefully one day she'll have someone to unwind with, but besides in special cases, she won't allow anyone to give her affection. Besides that point? Physical touch. The warmth of another pressed against her body, uncaring of her scars when she takes off her mask, accepting enough to simply cradle her close and allow her to let her guard down. But she doesn't trust anyone to that point, not yet, and most she'll lean against someone's shoulder, but hey! Gotta take what you can get with stray cats, and she sure has the mentality of one.

Mind, Body, and Soul: -1, What is a habit your character has that others might find cute? Generally? Veri is a very scary person, we all know that. But most people don't know what's behind her mask, so when they see her tilting her head as she eats something she slipped under/drinks something through a straw, it can admittedly come off kinda cute! People just love when other people/critters just... tilt their heads to the side, it's considered cute! She does this because one of her cheeks are fucked up so she struggles to eat if she keeps her head straight, but most people don't know that.

Hobbies and Activities: -12, What kind of music does your character enjoy? I imagine she isn't the most picky person in the world when it comes to music, very genre flexible, you know? I do think she'd prefer some slightly more intense songs though, head explosion type beat. Because your thoughts cannot bother you if you're exploding your skull with good tunes! She'd also totally be down for any songs about revenge, because mood.