she had been sitting at the computer when she noticed the date on it. she almost fell out of her seat she was rushing that fast passed luna who was sitting on the couch with their little ones. “love you!” she shouts as she runs passed her and their little ones. she moved outside of their room and down the hallway, knowing where the crafting room was now, she ran into there and began to get to work. she couldn’t believe that she had missed this, that she had forgotten about this day. perhaps it had something to do with her not having to celebrate it after her mother died, but now? now she had luna, and they had two little ones. and she knew that her wife would want to do something for her also. and raven didn’t want to stop her from doing that, but she also wanted to show her what today was. she didn’t know if luna knew about the day, but she wanted to show it to her regardless. hands were fumbling around with the paper she had resting on the crafting table, and she was making luna a mother’s day card, it had her smiling just watching her hands working like this, to give luna something, and then when the card was written, she was running back to where luna was sitting with their little ones. she was kneeling down in front of them all, smiling softly at luna, she was then grabbing one of beck’s little hands, placing it gently in the paint, she was then pressing her hand to the card, and she did the same with bran, before she was cleaning off their hands. “i don’t know if you know what today is.” she tells her softly, her eyes looking to her wife, before she dropped them back down to cleaning beck’s hand, and then she moved to clean bran’s off. “it’s mother’s day. a day where it’s all about children celebrating their mother. of course these little ones are too young to understand that, but i figured we could help them.” she says to her now, her tongue licking at her lips, as she placed the card down on luna’s lap. “there are gifts too, i just need to find them.” she tells her with a soft chuckle.
@meisterkirisaki: “I like the way your mind works.” (for Apollymi :D)
“That is the sweetest- by far best compliment I can ever recieve,” she squeaked from her excitement, flattered by Sylvan’s words. For an intellectual, she prided over her intelligence and having someone who means significantly to her say such a thing was enough to forget what she was talking about a few minutes ago.
...i...i dont know why but i completely erased what pariah dark looked like in canon and i just looked him up and hes so ??? Like...THAT was their king ? This dorky looking thing ? He looked so much more cooler and threatening in my head ??
Send 📕 for Kaiba to pick a Duel Monsters card that best represents your muse.
“Lucky Punch. Or possibly Des Kangaroo. You can figure that one out, can’t you?” There were almost-certainly better options for his arch-rival, but he wasn’t letting all those gut-punches go! (And he was hoping to offend the other, really.)
Dork Squad + MM with a reluctant S/O who is a guard at Arkham.
I’m sure you meant “a reluctant guard” but the way this is worded makes it seem like the S/O is “reluctantly” dating said guy.
He hates that you’re both in this position, but he knows that this is probably the best possible situation he could ask for. With you around, the other guards aren’t stupid enough to push their luck with him. It’s a big relief, knowing that he has at least one person in Arkham that’s on his side.
He’s such a bastard about it. Always flirting with you every time you pass by his cell, joking about you having to “frisk” him or doing “cavity searches,” about how “rough” you are as you handcuff him before you escort him somewhere. It’s horrific, and your coworkers give you so much shit over it.
It depends on what sort of state-of-mind he’s in, but when he’s acting as the “Mad Hatter,” he doesn’t even recognize you. Not as a guard, anyway. Just as whatever character he’s imagining you as, visiting him in Wonderland. As Jervis, he’s just as happy to see you, but at least he recognizes you now.
You’re one of the only guards who can actually be near his cell without needing to wear a set of ear-plugs. Sure, he’ll still sing for you, but he won’t control your mind. He doesn’t need to. He’s just happy to have you there, with him. And he’ll get back out again, eventually, so what’s the rush?