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Many will assert that Ania is a wonderful person -- kind, and present, perpetually there when you most need her. But, quite unfortunately for Jeremiah, there is one persistent streak within her... one that may mean he doesn’t hold her in the same high favor others do.
And that, of course... is her absolute ignorance of discretion.
“Aw, sweetie...” She licks her thumb and then brushes it against some blood against his cheek. “You really shouldn’t think that way, you know. You should be focused on the future, not the past. And, anyway... I’m sure she didn’t feel as though you’d failed her.”
>>You can alter the given sentences to fit your character.
Positive:
“It’s mother’s day, happy mother’s day!” “You’re like my mother so happy mother’s day” “Not every day I get to be called mother so….heh, thank you.” “I may not have a mother but you are the closest to her so..happy mother’s day. Thank you for being here for me.” “Yeah you are my sister but come on, you practically took care of me since I remember….Happy mom’s day, sis.” “Hey, don’t be sappy…I’m your sister, of course, I’d take care of you. I’m filling for mom…she would’ve been happy to get this as well. Thanks.” “Is this..for me? for mother’s…day? Wow..I uh….thank you.” “Grandma, happy mother’s day..I wanted you to know that I love you.” “Mother, a moment. Here, thank you for everything. Happy mother’s day.” “Gosh, a mother’s day gift? For me…aww sweetie you didn’t have to..just seeing you all grown up and healthy is all i need.” “Mommy, I wanted to say that THANKS A LOT! HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!” “Oh my god, that’s a big hug haha. Thank you honey. This is lovely, it says…mommy i love you..aww baby. thank you~” “Ma`am…uh, today a special day. Happy mother’s day..” “A mother’s day gift…? Alright, appreciated. Thank you.” “Give me a hug! The best thing in my life! Mom you rock!” “Hey, hey just because it’s mother’s day does not mean I’ll give you break, you hear me? Heh, oh you…” “Nu-uh, nu-uh, leave these, today I shall take care of everything. You just sit back and rest.” “I smell a plan …why all this kindness? Ohhh..I see. Mother’s day huh?…Well, don’t mind if I do. Honey while you are at it, there are some dishes need to be washed. Thanks, love you~” “Guess what! Today, my queen you are..the queen…goddamnit… ANYWAY, today is your day, mom, tell me whatever you want.” “You didn’t do something I’d ground you for it right?…Uh huh..mother’s day…the only day you remember you have a mother…alright, alright, let me abuse this mistake now…I crave something hmm…sweet? spicy?…which to pick~” “Ta-da~ I made this for you~ Happy mom’s day!” “Oh my god~! Baby you made this? This is so lovely, it got flowers, bees and stuff…aww I love it, thank you~ This is the best mom’s day gift hands down.” “So, what do you think? Is it tasty, mom? I thought I could, you know whip something for you.” “Whoa, you cooked..this? Alright, let me taste…hmm not bad..Should I count on you to cook? Heh, don’t die now, silly. But thanks, it’s nice of you, dear.” “No, it’s not just today is mother’s day, EVERY day is appreciating day for you but you know, thought I would join what others are doing. Happy mother’s day..I love you.” “Thought is appreciated, dear. Just sitting with you and talking to you is good enough for me on this day.” “MOM MOM MOM! MOOOOOM!!!!! I LOOOVE YOUUUU~” “!!….Uh, well…I…wrote…this…for …you..happymothersday…bye!” “Ah, there she is, the goddess, the queen, perfection walking on the land, my dear mother. Ha ha ha, aww you blushing~ happy mother’s day!” “I’m sorry *sniffles* I –I wanted to make you something f-for mom’s day…*sniffles*” “My treat, my treat. coffee? tea? cake?? pick your poison, mother~ this day is yours” “Uh, busted I guess..Look, in my defense, I was trying to do some laundry but uh…as you can see….sorry, I wanted to help you today…happy more laundry because I ruined everything day?”
Negative
“Please, as if like you are a good mother. Why would I waste my breath on this? Happy mother’s day, mom.” “It’s funny when you get sad that you did not get anything when you barely know me.” “Pft, right. You feel all motherly now because of what? mother’s day? wow, so rich.” “Oh my god..you are such a good actor, you know that?” “After all I’ve done for you..not even a single flower on this day?…alright..” “I busted my ass to get you where you are now and now after all of this, you don’t show up? …Fine…i thought I had a son/daughter…” “Mom..please…have some dignity..You’re hardly the good role model of a mother…” “You’ll be treated the same way you are doing to me in the future. Your kids will repeat the cycle, just you wait.” “Look, I don’t care about this but [name] insisted on giving you something for this day. Whatever…” “[name] said they won’t talk to me if I didn’t check on you…now that you are good, goodbye.” “Did [name] made you forget your own mother?” “I don’t ask for anything, just pick up the phone and tell me you are okay….” “Please don’t come near my kids…I don’t want them to learn what is to mean to be broken and constantly in need of help. Just because it is mother’s day does not mean you get to rule for this day.”
Miscellaneous
“So, how’s your mother like?” “I don’t see your mother, where is she?” “Mother’s day, huh….I wish I know what does it mean to have a mother…” “You know, my big brother/sister took care of me….I wish I could meet my mother.” “My mother passed away a long time ago…so yeah…I’ll be avoiding everyone for this day.” “Cherish your mother, she is a special lady, I tell you. ”My god, your mom is so chill. You’re a lucky bastard.” “I’d sell my mom for your mom.” “I’d not sell anything because my mom is the best. I’m blessed.” “She nags a lot but she cares…mothers, you know.” “Listen, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry on you…sorry to hear what happened to your mother..” “I don’t remember much of her but she is..really a sweet kind lady…shame I cannot meet her anymore…” “I’m so excited to plan this little surprise for my mother. She’ll go crazy when she finds out about it.” “Pranking my mother of course, what else? and videotape it haha!” ”I had [name] distract her while I roll in the cake into the kitchen. It was a very mission impossible like, my man.” “[name], do you think my mother…love me?” “[name] are you not going to celebrate mother’s day?” “What did you get for your mom??” “Look, I got nothing on me so a hug and a kiss are all I got for mother’s day this year.” “You gonna make a letter for mommy? aw, that’s very sweet of you, dear.” “Do you want to make a cake for mommy? Let’s do this.” “So, up to craft something for your mother? Help me out.” “I may be her husband but I can’t help you, young man/woman, it’s on you, ha.” “Life is not easy, kid. Figure something out on your own. But know that whatever you do, your mom will cry her eyes out.” “First rule, before you give her anything, have the tissue box near her because…yeaah waterworks.” “Your mother will be happy to see you, dear. Go surprise her.”
It’s Mother’s Day! You know what that means! It’s time to celebrate this awesome mother! Feel free to like this for a starter surrounding/about her being a mother ( her being motherly, or something about her daughter -- I don’t know I’m trying jlkFJLAK ), or send in questions about her thoughts on her baby or whatever! I’ll also reblog a lil ask meme! ANYWAY, happiest of days to a wonderful mom!
He likes, at the very least, that she laughs, which isn’t necessarily something that’s familiar to him. Liking to make someone laugh, or making someone laugh at all. She’s the only one to apply to either, much less both. He may not feel so powerfully as she does in the moment, as he rarely feels as powerfully as she does in anything, but the moment is still pleasant. Most with her are, he’s found. Her joy has a tendency to be infectious.
He exhales at her question, something somewhat dramatic, and he takes an exaggeratedly slow bite of his cake. “I am also fine.”
His dramatics, of course, do absolutely nothing to put her off. After all, who is the queen of dramatics if not her? Who leans further into every emotion for reaction and thrill and humor than her?
“Fantastic! Now... oh, come on, you know what I’m dying to hear! How’s your family, do you like anyone, are you making any friends, do you like anyone, how’s your work, do you like anyone!”
Perhaps she is being too pushy, but -- talking about feelings and relationships is her absolute favorite thing in the universe. Besides, it’s her birthday! A rare moment to squeeze the truth from him -- though he’s nearly always perfectly honest with her, of course.
i will stay gentle no matter what i endure i am so much m o r e
(via goodreadss)
aehallh:
Drats? What an odd word. It must be a northern expression. “That sounds agreeable. I’ll try not to lead you too far astray.” Curiously, she asked, “Did you always plan to join the fleet?” The way she spoke, carried herself, didn’t seem to suit the way Dhanna had always been raised, the way many others in this barrack had likely been raised. Their military goal always in mind.
A soft laugh, thinking of the irony. Truly, Dhanna couldn’t lead her further astray than she already was, on this mission, so far from home...
... Oh no. There it was. The question about joining the fleet. Momentarily, there were stones in her stomach, and they rolled, even with her most concentrated attempts to soften them.
Well... they say if you have to lie, simply tell a different truth. If you can’t say what you were doing today, say what you did another day. She’d been holding those words close to her chest now that so much of her life involved lies -- disgusting, sopping things.
So -- did she always mean to join Starfleet?
“I always wanted to travel. See what was beyond our empire. They say you can only fully appreciate something when you have other things to compare it to, of course.” Better not get herself in too much trouble too quickly by accidentally insinuating she wanted to leave the Empire... Better truly lie, now. “I guess it wasn’t always my goal, but... they said it’d be a waste if I didn’t. Too smart for my own good.” A laugh, and a tilt of her shoulder. “And I think they hoped it’d help reign me in some.”
mushwoom check
HII WHO WANTS TO SEE SOME IRIDESCENT SLIME MOLDS
Lamproderma species. i love when stuff on earth looks like it belongs on some other made-up planet
ihlonhae:
𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁. ( && 𝚂’𝙰𝙽𝚁𝙰 𝙼𝙸𝚁𝙾𝙺. )
Sylar did not officially have a particular opinion concerning his assignments from the Tal Shiar. This was not for lack of experience or comprehension, as he had both in abundance — the reaction stemmed from fear, and more than enough experience with what happened to him when he dared question anything he was told would occur. Yet now, as he stood before his current commanding officer (a Tal Shiar colonel by the name of N'alae), as he shifted to kneel before her, he felt hesitation stir at the back of his well-conditioned mind.
She seemed no different from any of the harsher Romulans whom he had been forced to work under, but something about her was terrifying, nonetheless, enough to make him tremble as she lifted his head up by roughly tangling a hand in his hair, forcing him to meet her gaze.
“Is this the best you could bring me?” She snapped at the agent next to Sylar, clearly disapproving, but the addressed simply frowned back, seeming surprised by this declaration.
“He is the best in his field, Colonel. A powerful telepath impartial to one race over another and conditioned to be perfectly ruthless otherwise. As you can see, he wears the uniform with no rank. The brand speaks for itself.” The agent indicated Sylar’s left wrist, which was heavily disfigured by a series of Romulan characters and numbers, the classic mark of a prisoner of war. The word ‘former’ was not applicable, despite Sylar’s current Starfleet employment and seeming freedom to be with his human captain and lover. “He is nothing and everything all at once; a true masterpiece.”
Colonel N'alae set her angular jaw, shoving Sylar away from her, enough to make him fall to the ground with a sickening crunch. “Enough. One would think you admired this pathetic amton'wi-kha, Lieutenant. Get back to your post. And someone bring me Mirok. If she’s to be working with the Vulcan, the most she can do is be here on time. Whichever one of you incompetent fools suggested I have her in a position of authority should be whipped.”
Letting out a sharp exhale, N'alae turned back to the incapacitated Sylar, amused by the way he seemed to be trying to keep the blood in his mouth despite the obviously serious injury to his jaw. “But if there’s to be any whipping, I think I’ll start with you.”
S’anra Mirok needed to pull herself together.
She’d long noticed the striking differences between her and the other Romulans. Her rounder features. Her far shorter and lither body. And -- most prominently -- her feelings.
Not a week ago, she’d lost an uhlan on a mission, and it still ached at her. It was something searing, some hole and piece forever torn free, dragged open. Her ssiebh had mocked the look on her face when she’d delivered the news. Romulans shouldn’t be so perceptible, she’d said. They shouldn’t be so open, so thin.
It was likely why she’d been given up as a child. A defect of a mental kind. Perhaps even her tiny frame constituted as such to whomever had sired her.
( Of course, though, S’anra couldn’t remember, try as hard as she did. Not the orphanage, not her parents; not even going to her studies. It was fortunate that the subject matter and respect drilled into her appeared to be muscle memory; easily recalled. )
This morning, she was lamenting in her own emotions while nursing a warm drink when she felt -- uh, no, heard someone approaching her door. Hey eyes drifted over to the clock against her wall... “Vadt!”
Before they could even chime her door, she was calling, “I’m coming!” and rushing to her sparse vanity.
Only around three minutes later, Enarrain S’anra Mirok stepped onto the bridge. Just shy of five feet tall -- hair cut short, stylistically Romulan -- dark eyes surveying the area and...
Oh.
Oh.
There, on the floor, attempting to swallow green blood leaking from an already mangled mouth, was a Vulcan. Light hair and eyes, long body bent... oh, Gods.
Her hands rolled into fists at her side. As dispassionately as she could, she addressed her superior.
“Ssiebh. This is the one?”
Good morning! I am making Ania shorter by three inches!
Hello everyone! I hope you’re all doing well and staying safe! I’ve been working on art and what-not, a little bit away, but I’m planning on hopping in and directing my focus around Aella, Neoma, bluestmoons [Finis/Mirai/Serra/Itsuki priority], and Sirise! It’s totally possible I’ll do replies for Willow and Ania, too, though!
In other news I’ve been Overwhelmed -- everything’s all good, no worries!! -- but please understand that my Discord responses will be... slow. I literally have over 100 notifs on there right now and my mind is just dial-up noises.
I’ll be doing some slow replies here and there, and will probably see y’all around! Love y’all!
