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ugh when is it my turn to have an irl kassandra i would do anything for her .

anyways what kinds of clothing styles, jobs, or just general day-to-day life (like their houses) do you think modern!kassie/eivor/soma would have?

Pssh, it's not like I've given this any extensive thought in the past or anything... That would be weird... Who would do that haha

I would let's go

Kassandra dresses like a dad who lost his passport in Tenerife on holiday and has been stuck cycling between the same 4 hawaiian shirts since three Tuesdays ago, but owns a few casual suits for work.

She's a historian and museum curator. Specialises in the history of weaponry, occasionally giving guest lectures on ancient swords at universities. Mention any type of weapon and she will not be able to stop herself from rambling about its evolution over the centuries.

Has a pottery wheel. You know that scene from Ghost (1990)? Yeah. Very reliable with the ladies.

Ikaros is her pet eagle, do not ask her how she manages to get him pet insurance because she may have lied about his species.

She has a vegetable garden (her pride and joy, this might as well be her child with how well she takes care of it) and a briki to make coffee with. Kassie always starts her day off with freshly brewed coffee the traditional Greek way, some bread and some fruit, which she always plates too much of because Ikaros likes to steal it.

She's a great cook.

Dozens of books on old weapons are dotted about her home and some (so many. so fucking many holy shit) model replicas because she's a fucking nerd.

You cannot turn a corner inside her home without seeing at least three family photos. Family includes Myrrine, Alexios, Barnabas, Herodotos, Markos, Alkibiades and Phoibe. Nikolaos is in prison for trying to yeet his stepchildren off a cliff.

Phoibe is her goddaughter who calls her "auntie" and Auntie Kass absolutely gives her the world.

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Eivor serves lumberjack realness. Flannels, cargo pants, work jeans, yes she has a tool belt, yes she looks a damn treat in it. All she's missing is the hard hat and the protective visor. The axe is in her workshop.

She wears glasses. This isn't up for debate.

Tattoo artist by trade and has a degree in literature. Her love for poetry knows no bounds. She specialises in black and grey realism and her pieces are breathtaking.

Speaking of poetry, her colleagues bully her mercilessly for being a "big old sap". She has fancy paper to write her poems up on, and a wax sealing kit for handwritten letters. She's old fashioned like that.

Technology is a demon she would rather not trifle with. 100% complains about the need for there to be an app for everything, but she does appreciate video calls so she can see her people.

As a hobby, she pursues woodworking and blacksmithing, sometimes selling her creations. She'd make the engagement ring she proposes to you with herself

Dwolfg (or Chewy, or Mouse) Nali and Dandelion Puff are all beloved members of her household. The neighbours' kids named them all; sometimes she babysits Knud and Sylvi, and of course Eira has to tag along.

Her fridge is full of boring meal prep (you better wife her up and cook for her) but her pantry? Brimming with baking supplies. Ma'am loves to bake. Sure, she eats a lot of grrr protein big strong macro gym buzzword meals, but she loves bread and cake. Big muscles but she likes to eat, so she isn't lean, I'm gonna stop before this gets unreasonably gay

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Soma, look, this is gonna be specific, but there's foundations for this in game (her metric fuck ton of rugs in the longhouse). She evidently likes fancy things. Her modern!AU occupation: owner and ceo of a sustainable luxury jewellery brand. Recycled metals, gemstones that are sourced/synthesised sustainably, everything is ethically manufactured and her employees are paid well.

She's from humble beginnings, so she does loads for charity and really enjoys quiet domesticated tasks.

Waistcoats and tie when she's attending businessy things, simple t-shirt or jumper and joggers when working from home. Outside, she wears a few rings that she designed.

Not a particularly great cook, but she's a mean pastry chef. She has a massive sweet tooth. Loves to start her mornings with a homemade croissant and a cappuccino.

There is a post-it note above her desk to reminder her to straighten her posture because she tends to sit like a fucking goblin.

Her home is pretty eclectic, which takes people by surprise given her organised manner. Lots of blankets strewn over the couch, lots of knickknacks she collected over the years, some sentimental ones from Lif and some ruder ones from Birna. A few sketchbooks are scattered about with designs for work.

She has a record player and an ungodly collection of country vinyls. It's okay. Nobody's perfect. It's what makes her human.

Also needs to wear glasses, but wears contacts usually because she insists the specs make her look "old", oblivious to the distant sounds of feral lesbian screaming whenever she puts them on.

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Epiphany No 12 - 1 - Before

Episode: s06e08 The Rain King

Part 1, Part 2

And then a switch flicked, and she saw something more than she did the night before.

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(Motel. SCULLY's room #10. MULDER is lying on SCULLY's bed going through the file. SCULLY enters and sits in the chair.) SCULLY : Next flight out is 10:00 tomorrow morning. MULDER : Look at this, Scully (holds up newspaper) September 20, 1991, it rained rose petals for nearly an hour. SCULLY : (exasperated) Mulder, we're going home. The rain stopped this afternoon. Daryl Mootz is being sued by about 50 people. There's no case... And you told Sheila yourself that she wasn't controlling the weather. MULDER : She's not. Neither is Daryl. Check this out-- on the same day that it rained rose petals. "Irene Hardt, beloved wife and devoted mother passed away yesterday afternoon... She's survived by one son, Holman Hardt." SCULLY : Oh, so, now you're saying that Holman Hardt... MULDER : Holman Hardt is manufacturing the weather. Did you see how relieved he was when he learned that Daryl was drunk? I've been doing some checking. Holman Hardt has been hospitalized five times with nervous exhaustion, each time coinciding with a major meteorological event. SCULLY : Mulder, it is still a huge leap to say that he's manufacturing the weather. MULDER : Most people will admit that the weather plays a significant role in the way they feel, right? There's even that disorder. SCULLY : "SAD"-seasonal affective disorder. MULDER : Mm-hmm, yeah. Well, who's to say that it doesn't work the other way around-- that the way someone feels can affect the weather... that the weather is somehow an expression of Holman Hardt's feelings or-or-or better still, the feelings that he's not expressing? (SCULLY gives him "A Look.”)

“Mulder” she started, tucking her chin in that way she did when she was feeling slightly guilty for naysaying his theories. He smiled in spite of what he knew was coming next.

“You’re going to have to give me some evidence besides random chance in an old newspaper. There are plenty of better explanations for raining rose petals besides a bereved son causing it to happen. Correlation doesn’t equal causation here. And a very real psychological disorder is different than suggesting it works the other way around.”

“I love it when you speak statistics to me Scully.” Mulder said in a suggestive voice.

She gave him one of her more magnificent eyerolls and pursed her lips to which Mulder grinned. “Alight." she got up "Im taking a shower and going to bed.”

“Bed? Mulder said “its only 9:30” She took off her jacket and threw it on a chair.

“Ive been up since that cow fell through the roof Mulder, Im tired. And I want to catch our flight out in the morning before any other tornados rip the walls off this place.” She was digging through her suitcase and got out navy blue silk pyjamas with white piping around the edges.

“Alright” he sighed, “I’m going to go talk to Holman in the morning though.”

Scully gave him a look, he raised his hands up.

“I’ll get back in time for the flight Scully, don’t worry.”

She raised her eyebrows and shook her head. She walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Mulder heard the shower turn on. He used this time to undress. He changed into his flannel pyjama bottoms and although he hadn't been wearing a shirt to bed lately, he threw on the only t-shirt he’d brought with him for going on runs. Thankfully he hadn’t had time to go for one yet with the ruckus this morning. 

He was in bed reading more old newspapers looking for any other evidence when she came out, towel wrapped around her head. Her silk pyjamas covered her body but as she walked he could see the shape of her against the rippling fabric, down to the shadows of her nipples showing through the pockets on the button down shirt. She bent over at the foot of the bed and put her clothing from that day into a bag in her suitcase. He could see down the unbuttoned top button to the curve of her breasts, he looked away at this. They’d both seen each other naked of course but only when the situation was dire. It was never offered and he didn’t care to leer when she didn’t know. 

He got up to use the bathroom and brush his teeth. He’d  already showered that morning after the cow incident. When he returned she was tucked into bed, she hadn’t moved his papers and books she’d just climbed in beside them.

“Sorry Scully” He said moving to clear the piles off the bed and placing them on the floor. 

She opened one eye and said “It’s okay, you can read I can fall asleep anywhere.”

“I know” he smiled at her as she closed her eye. “Do you want me to sleep head to foot?” He offered

She furrowed her brow and opened both eyes “We’ve shared a forest floor before, I think a bed will be fine.”

Mulder smiled fondly remembering that adventure. “Okay” he said

“Besides I don’t want my face to be that well acquainted with your feet.”

Mulder looked mock wounded, “I have beautiful feet Scully.”

She closed her eyes smiling.

He got under the covers and continued to read for a while before feeling sleep nudging him. He put the paper he had down and turned his side table light off. He rolled onto his side facing Scully. The parking lot lamps shown through the blinds making shadows on the wall and across the bed onto her face.

Scully scratched her nose and sighed deeply. He must have woken her when he’d shifted. He poked her side under the covers “Hey Scully” He whispered.

“What Mulder” she mumbled. 

He nudged her again

She hit at his arm in answer under the covers and said “Stop it” in a tired slightly annoyed voice

“Hey Scully, wanna play 20 questions?” He whispered.

“No Mulder, I want to go to sleep” 

“But you’re up now. Hey, have you ever wanted to be famous?”

Scully turned her head and looked at him brow furrowed.

He smiled at this

“Thats not how you play twenty questions.”

He shrugged trying to look cute. He could see her resolve melting away and was pleased with himself.

“No absolutely not. Have you?” She eyed him wondering.

“I don’t think so, no. Well I wanted to be a super hero when I was younger, but I had a whole cover planned out so I could live in anonymity”

“Like batman?” She said as she turned to her side too, to face him.

“Interesting you’d choose batman over the very obvious Clark Kent.”

“Is it?” She shrugged “I liked batgirl when I was little”

“I knew you were a nerd deep down, maybe you should work with the lone gunmen instead of the FBI”

She pushed his shoulder away “Shut up Mulder”

He smiled and asked another “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to wander through the library of Alexandria?”

She looked at him “As a matter of fact I have but how could you know that?”

“Shouldn’t everyone?”

“I don’t think everyone does”

“Which historical figure would you to invite to dinner.”

“Joan of Arc” she said without having to think about it.

“Joan of Arc?” he said surprised

“Yes Mulder, Joan of Arc. Who would you want to meet?” 

“Maybe Hypatia. She was said to be brilliant. A philosopher, astronomer, mathematician…”

“I would’ve guessed Diogenes.”

Mulder made a face, “Too cynical. He’d already made up his mind about everything, it’d make for boring conversation.”

Scully raised her eyebrows.

“Or Katherine Hepburn, my first crush.” 

“Isn’t she still alive?”

“I know but I mean a Philadelphia story or Bringing up Baby Katherine.” He looked at her realizing something in the dim light “Actually, you kind of look like her.”

“Mulder did that cow hit you on the head? I think I should send you for an MRI when we get back.” She said poking the top of his scalp again.

“He shrugged, “Not that I remember. I do remember what Katherine Hepburn looks like though.”

She shook her head, but smiled and put her hand down by her face.

“Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse the conversation?”

“Only when I’m nervous”

“Who are you nervous to call?”

She smirked and raised her eyebrow at this but didn’t answer. 

“Do you think you know how you’ll die?”

“Yes, with you probably, in this god forsaken motel room, by a hurricane or under the body of a horse or some other weather related phenomena.”

“I think well be okay” He said scratching his cheek “Is there something that you've dreamed of doing for a long time?”

Yes” she said simply. 

“Well you have to say what” Mulder said

“That wasn’t the question.” She said smiling. “What about you?” 

He looked at her slyly and answered “Yes” as well.

She giggled

“Whats your favorite thing about me?” he said with the boyish look on his face again, dripping with good natured sarcasm.

She eyed him with an odd expression on her face, like she was going to respond with sarcasm, but thought before saying “You feel like… familiar in a very comforting way, even when you frustrate me.”  

He found her hand that lay between them by her face in answer. 

“Now you” she said

“My favorite thing about you is everything.” he said playing with her fingers.

“Thats cheating”

“Something smaller? The way you hold your pen when you’re thinking about what to type next when we write reports." She furrowed her brow in confusion. "No, the look of concentration you get when I find you a really interesting body.” She smiled “Mmm no, the way you drink like you’re a man from 1956 who has a job as a bank executive.” She giggled this time and he was proud. She had such a wonderful free spirited laugh.

"That was only because I was upset" She said, a pout on her lips.

“Ive got the real answer." he said more serious. "Its how fearless you are.”

“But Im not fearless” she said more confused about this than she'd been about him noticing how she held her pens.

“You’re braver than anybody I know. You're an FBI woman and you do it so much better than any of the men I know.”

She played with his fingers in her hand, but didn’t say anything. She met his eyes he saw an odd look there. Was it confusion?

“One more” she said

“If you were to die right now, what would you most regret not having told someone?”

She pushed her lips together into a thin line “I already did that. You read my journal entry for you. You already know.”

He nodded giving her a glance, serious now.

“Thats enough Mulder." She yawned, "I’m tired and you woke me up with a dead cow at four in the morning. She let his hand go and rolled over onto her other side.

“Night Scully” He said looking at her hair in the dim light.

“Night Mulder.” She said with a contented sigh.

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Why is there some kind of industry-wide conspiracy between bedding manufacturers to only make sheets in pastels and desaturated neutrals?! I found bright pink ones in like 2018 and that was the score of my life so far. (Second place is the teal ones I had prior to them.) Couldn't have just bought several of those though, because A I was too broke at the time to buy more than one and B there were no more than two of them in the store and it's going out of business this year.

Even kids' bedding (the kind sized for twin beds rather than teeny tiny baby beds, for larger children, but which also fits single beds owned by adults who hate only being offered white, blue-grey, and verdigris) is most often a white backdrop covered in a pattern of ducks or butterflies or something. You know, white fabric, the hardest type of fabric to keep clean and un-discolored, for kids, the age group most likely to want to do things like eat spaghetti-os in bed without realising the hubris of this decision.

Flannel or jersey cotton sheets can be an exception but that's the polar opposite of what I want in warm weather, also if I wanted to sleep on top of T-shirts I would simply not clear my laundry out of the bed before getting into it. I want brightly coloured cotton sheets that won't clash with my green walls or my pink and turquoise pillows, damn it.

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