What are the qualities that the Vees hate/despise about each other? What strings do you need to pluck to make their team crumble?
Okay, so Val is the easy one - his short temper and recklessness. Vox and Velvette already have moments then they want to strangle him so someone would have to prove the other two that Valentino is not only impulsive but genuinely unreliable and is not safe to be kept around.
With Vox its his egocentrism. Like, he so obviously does not care about Velvette's show falling apart (motherfucker does not even look at her while sipping his coffee) or Valentino's meltdown (from viewers' perspective it's 100% valid but from the inside, Vox should care at least a little that his friend is going through emotional pain). Someone would have to convince others that he does not care at all and would sell them to satan for a one corn chip.
Since Vox and Val are massive egotistical maniacs, their least favorite part of Velvette is her perceptiveness and the way she has the nerve and audacity to call them out on their bullshit. To turn against her they would have to feel that she thinks they are idiots, manipulated them all and they are just her pawns she mistreats.
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Incorporating the pilot into canon by saying that Velvette was going through a short phase that she has already moved past but if you bring it up she WILL kill you
Which is EXACTLY why Vox keeps that as her contact photo
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After she and Clara and Kiki are secured, after several months probably, Velvette 'slips' one day and calls Carmilla or Sera mom to see how they react and neither one really seems to notice? Just answers to it as if it's normal? And Velvette has to keep from crying because...Oh. she has a mom or two now. Ones that actually care? Her girlfriends moms accept her?
Sorry, I went a different way with this. I love nervous, flustered Velvette. Sue me.
"Velvette....can you please do something besides taking up my entire living room with your projects?"
Velvette looks up at Carmilla from the arms dealer's living room floor. Her girlfriends, Kiki and Clara, are lying on the couch nearby, cuddling and napping, while Velvette takes up the entirety of Carmilla's lounging area with her work. Diagrams and sketches are scattered across the floor, coffee table, and even other chairs. She's more or less made the room her makeshift office.
"I'm working, fossil," Velvette explains, that nickname from their old rivalry still feeling spicy on her lips. Carmilla doesn't take it seriously anymore, but it still hits at a sensitive part of her psyche sometimes, when she's trying to be calm with the younger woman, for her daughter's sake. "We're releasing a new line in the morning, and I need to be ready."
"Yes, I know," Carmilla sighs, rubbing her brow. "But can you use a table like a normal person? Where are Sera and I supposed to sit?"
Velvette looks around, as if just now realizing how much her work has gotten out of control. She really is taking up the entire room. Still, she has to get one more jab in for good measure. "Can't you, I don't know, use your bed? Isn't it close to your bedtime anyway?"
"Velvette!" Carmilla groans under her breath, shoes tapping, trying not to get too frustrated with her.
"Ugghh. Geez. Fine! Okay, Mom!"
Carmilla realizes what Velvette had said before Velvette does. It isn't until the fashionista is gathering her papers into her arms that her eyes widen, a pinkish-purple blush immediately engulfing her face. She squeaks, hoping to Hellfire nobody heard her.
Of course, Carmilla has. She's grinning at her.
"Umm, I mean. Uhh...fuck. What--Ignore that! Forget I said anything!"
"Too late now, babe!" Clara says, giggling from her place with Kiki over on the couch. "We already heard you!"
Clara...wasn't she asleep? When had she woken up? Velvette screams to herself internally. Still blushing, she gathers the rest of her things at lightning speed, and runs upstairs to Clara's bedroom, trying desperately to escape the teasing she knows is coming.
She can hear Carmilla laughing melodiously behind her, and Kiki emphasizing the word Mom Mom Mom over and over again, like a chant. The word is like a barrage in her ear, Kiki yelling it up at her as Velvette makes her grand escape up the winding staircase in the main hall.
The next few days are going to be horrible, Velvette thinks. Hellfire, they will never let her live this down.
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Velvette: Vox, you need to stop being so obsessed over the radio demon. He doesn’t care.
Vox: *sweating* I’m NOT in love with the radio demon
Velvette:
Velvette: I didn’t say “love”
Velvette: But that certainly explains all the “A+V” in hearts everywhere.
Vox: it sTANDS FOR ANGST AND VIOLENCE
Velvette: Mmhmm, and the shrine?
Vox, hurriedly tearing everything down: ITS A MURDER BOARD
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