#household: verse

[didilysims]

Pine Lake Farewell: Hart, Verse, & DeBateau

Ethan ultimately decided he had had enough of local crime boss Armand DeBateau dictating his life, and he went against him by building up his own underground criminal empire. Armand easily disposed of him by tipping off the local authorities, and Ethan went straight to prison for life. Discovering her fiancé had been leading a secret life of lies all this time, DJ had a major breakdown and cut all ties to him. She took their son, Everett, their two cats, and moved in with her best friend, Zoe Zimmerman.

Everett never saw his father again and had a difficult childhood. But an anonymous donor granted him a full scholarship to university where he found he liked learning and built up a much better life for himself.

As for Ethan, he had a few visits from Kiera in prison. She also attempted to meet Everett, but DJ never allowed it. Ethan claimed to accept his sister’s apology, but could never let go of the bitterness that had shaped his life, and eventually she stopped coming. Ferdy never visited.

Armand DeBateau prospered and was untouchable until his death at a ripe old age, surrounded by wealth untold. His daughter Tara was his sole heir and she lived in quiet privacy, donating most of the fortune through scholarship programs. His criminal organization became a power vacuum and crumbled from the inside, though Jessica Peterson did reasonably well for herself by remaining independent.

[loquarocoeur]

Hey,so how does 'yours verse' Max feel about Bryan and Charles' radio exchanges?

Occasionally slightly jealous, but he's being very mature about it (i.e. he only needed to be fucked about it once)

[j0celynh0rr0r]

[tequiilasunriise]

In terms of Wenclair nicknames, I believe in ‘Enid using Willa’ supremacy and φεγγάρι μου (‘my moon’ in Greek) is especially beloved to me, but I also love little shit Enid who calls Wednesday any day of the week EXCEPT Wednesday (“Hey, Monday!” “What do you think about this Sabbath?” “Oh thank god you’re here Friday”) and it annoys her favorite murder goth to NO END but slowly said murder goth becomes endeared by her roomate’s antics as feelings start to tumble and bloom away. Besides ‘my moon’, I can also see her calling Wednesday ‘silly raven’ in Greek.

Meanwhile, Wednesday has this wholeass evolution from shit like “mutt” to way softer nicknames because Gomezifcation™️ is a powerful thing. She starts to pine and internally call Enid her Alectrona (a greek goddness of the Sun, known for sunrise or ‘waking from slumber’, a perfect combo of how Enid brings light to Wednesday as well as her inner wolf finally waking up), but slowly she starts using it out loud along with “mi sol” (‘my sun’, Spanish), “mon petit chiot” (‘my little pup’, French), and “la mia vita” (‘my life’, Italian). Enid melts everytime without fail and stutters in Greek and honestly? Who could blame her when Wednesday has that passionately lovestruck shine in her eyes as adoration drips from devout lips.

[nana-glass-chillhop-radio-hour]

the gossip at the Grace must have been fucking crazyyyyyyyy

[knbposting]

i like to think kagami makes friends with a variety of pro sports athletes in his nba career, and would go to their games too :') then he gets into arguments about the rules of sports and how he believes basketball is in fact that best sport

[katatty]

Allegra doesn't get along with her parents and Emily's live overseas, so the wedding wasn't huge. Just friends from college, for the most part.

[dirtytransmasc]

y'know how siblings will fight all day, and then like, one of them falls asleep (typically while in the car) and the other huffs and puffs but lays them down on their lap/shoulder and totally doesn't play with their hair and they pretend they are fine but inside they're gonna cry, cause their sibling is just their little baby and they would die for them and they regret being mean all day and get themselves so close to crying....

that's Miles², no I will not be taking criticism.

like, Milo (miles 42, using the little nickname for the sake of ease) and Miles going back and forth all day, being mean, teasing each other, calling each other names, being REAL mature, but the second the other falls asleep, it's done, over, they will go to the ends of the earth to make sure the other stays sound asleep, is comfy, and is not in any way disturbed. Milo will SHOOT you, if you dare breathe too loud when his brothers sleeping, he will not move a muscle for hours if his brothers sleeping on him, and the whole time he's teary eyed, trying to pretend he's not doing the little thumb thing on Miles's hair. same with Miles, he's just actually crying, he's drafting a heartfelt apology, he's fighting the urge to hug Milo as tight as he can, he's normally curling up next to/around Milo and going to sleep himself cause he's a wreck at that point.

they're brothers, better yet, twins, your honor, I love them.

[dp-clarkjkent]

If we were in an a/b/o universe what do you think your secondary gender would be?

An a/b/o...? What? What's that?

Hold on, I'll google it and be right back.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Mordecai probably lives in an apartment or something, but my first thought when you brought up the Caves on that post was that he won’t tell us because he’s been living in the Caves the Whole Time. Even tho he’d hate the slime mold.

yeah a Whole Damn House would be a bit much, and probably not as useful for the nightly bootlegging related goings on: see, freckle needing to stand around waiting for a ride before he can go shoot people. whereas mordecai can show up to the maribel hotel on foot, or at least have started out somewhere he could get a cab or whatever....and this is probably the closest to any relevant Living Situation Glimpses

someplace with a bed, and one with an art deco headboard....a modern style, so it's neither Antique nor unfancy enough to have less identifiable stylings at all. like just by guessing surely he lives in some apartment that's unassuming enough to live unassumingly in, with whatever alias, so something large & fancy would be unhelpful....plus if he's gonna be fairly rigorous in his domestic upkeep, it wouldn't really help to have a huge place, even if for the same reasons it wouldn't be too small (or old or otherwise unpleasant; hard no to slime mold, slime, or mold....) and like re: the rotating aliases, maybe he moves places fairly regularly for good measure, been at this like, a decade....tl;dr probably has some apartment/s that's roomy but not huge, nice but not Fancy fancy, at the nexus of practicality, resources, and preferences

but it's important to think about "what if mordecai's been living in the caves the whole time" b/c that's funny lmao

[astarab1aze]

@azurescaled

He'd been laying in his hammock for some time, arms crossed behind his head to serve as a pillow, gently swaying in what little breeze could blow in from the entrance to his cabin. Rather, he'd been staring at the ceiling, glaring into unevenly cut wood and grain, tacitly picking apart his own craftsmanship. He built this boat himself after all, but now he was thinking that if he could've done so, he would've built it differently, used different wood. Well, actually--

He was avoiding someone. How unlike him! after all, he was quite the seeker of attention - always so pleased with himself when taking on the form of a little stray cat, recieving free bits of food and a good scratching for his silly efforts. But this person was different! They were a dragon wearing the skin of a man, and Satra didn't have the best history with dragons... He'd killed lesser drakes, Dessudora herself, and plenty of gas adders. It was entirely unlikely he would get along with this strange interloper, but if he was so certain of that, why did he invite him onto his boat?

Well, he couldn't just leave the guy. Southern Yuurei was as war torn as anywhere else, littered with Fhal'Tiran Jhevan attempting to conquer more of the Mistwood Tangle and oppress Yuureian elfhen- rob, pillage, murder, destroy everything in their path. The river Satra's boat happened to be gently rocking in, was far enough away from the conflict in Kasu-Gi, up-river a few tens of miles from Tata-Suki Port. Yet still, he could hear the explosive heartbeat of the people, fighting tooth and nail with sickles and pitchforks for their honor amid the crash of Feywild magic. He could feel them, and his heart beat in time. Slowing with the passing of one, hammering in his chest at the courage of another. No, he couldn't leave him so close to the battlefield, even though... Even though, Satra shouldn't have left it himself.

Still, upon arrival, he chose to avoid the dragonkin stranger. A wordless favor, keeping him out of combat so he could find his bearings, but before long, Sati knew he would have no choice but to leave him here and rejoin the fray. People were dying. They needed someone strong enough to deal an...impactful blow, do something that could eliminate enough of the invading Fhal'Tir to put a stop to their advance. He could do that, he could do it with his eyes closed, in an instant-- if he were there! Soon, yes, soon.

He rolled out of his hammock, tail curving with his spine to keep balance, and he padded through the opening of his cabin to find the dragon standing starboard, looking out over the river. He joined him there, leaning over hand-carved wood. What did he see beyond the rush of the river? What was he thinking about in the moment? Would he tell the panther, if he asked? Distracted.

"The best place to be is in the water, rather than above it." Satra muttered, friendly tones underscoring his words. "I must leave you 'ere long, but I will guide you further up-river before then - away from the fighting. No guest of mine shall be dragged into the thick of danger, I'll not stand for it; Getting you as close to Tata-Suki as possible will ensure you find safety quickly."

[mielmoto]

@humiliis said:

Not one for roughing it, I see.

❝ Nope. ❞

She pops the 'p' in conjunction with the final fluff! of a pretty, plush pillow in her hands, the last of what must be a dozen such cushions she'd brandished from the pouch at her hip, along with the rest of her accommodations: a rather extravagant tent (which had only moments ago fit in the palm of her hand before), fully furnished with a rug, a quaint sitting table, a wide mattress tucked into the far corner, and countless hanging lanterns—many with stained-glass casing, casting colorful light and curious shadows around the space. Dreamlike, and magical.

She wouldn't tolerate anything less, if she could help it; and more often than not, she could. ❝ A good night's rest is always important, especially when traveling. You can hardly expect to be, like, at the top of your knightly game and peak awareness if you're groggy and sore from sleeping on the ground, no? Yeah, no. ❞

Biii-iig stretch, complete with a pithy little tired sound to match: the dressed-down fairy flops down amongst the nest of pillows she'd made and sighs, content.

High maintenance, maybe, but so worth it.

[demonwebs]

vhaal'krin 'i'll help you with your hairdo but please don't question how i know how to do this so well' symryvvin

[soft-serve-soymilk]

I feel the problem with texts like The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time, Sunset Boulevard, and The Memory Police is that my analysis feels too off-the-wall compared to what they want us to regurgitate ._.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

Do you think AFO sang lullabies to baby Yoichi?

No, not really. But I do like to think that in dfohiko verse, he sings, “Swim On, Taiyaki-kun!” to a baby Toshinori because it annoys Sorahiko.

[teufelme]

Fr I spend so much time thinking about my muses and their survival verses that I forget they died in canon...