Figured Out Why My Intestines Wanted To Murder Me Yesterday

Figured out why my intestines wanted to murder me yesterday

From the insane amount of stress my period broke through the permanent birth control pills I'm taking, because my cramps during it reach medieval torture levels. I'm in pain, emotional so I will probably be lurking? I'm still available though, I desperately need distraction

Nostalgia, not the good kind swept into her smile, although she tried her best to not let it show.

“I learned many things from my father too.”

Her tone softer with a somber timbre accompanying it. Instead of focusing the feelings threatening to crawl into and settle in her chest, she focused on the bright youth.

“I will remember that” she nodded, sometimes allowing her eyes to wander to the robot as well until she was sure she could produce a rough sketch from memory

“I'm Karma, it does sound like an alias but I uh don't like my given name.” she wasn't about to trauma dump on Peni, instead she opted for a white

“And I'm no spider but...can you keep a secret?” Karma asked playfully before a soft hiss along with a black forked tongue left her mouth

Good thing she wasn't unnerved by her eyes, or at least great at hiding it. Karma made sure her gestures come across as non threatening as possible, terrifying a child definitely wasn't on her to do list. Slightly surprised by the enthusiastic answer, until the robot came barreling towards the little girl.

When she scaled that thing was when Karma hid the revolver with the same speed she she instinctively whipped it out.

“That's...certainly outstanding and special!” she couldn't help the infectious smile spreading on her own dark lips as well

Her eyebrows shot up almost into her hairline as the child took a literal spider out of the robot. What she has built.

“...You built this?” Karma asked in disbelief laced awe

“How old are you?” she laughed brightly in wonder at the brilliant mind “Oh and your best friend spider! Does he have a name?” well...she was told they could communicate so that meant the spider was a mutated one, enough to understand human gestures so Karma gave it- him a small wave

“You smell of death. Everything about you is an endless goodbye.”

—

Nikita Gill, from Demeter To Hades (A Mother’s Fury) in “Great Goddesses: Life Lessons From Myths And Monsters”

(via adrasteiax)

🦒 ---- How does your muse feel about height? Do they like their height or are they ashamed of it?

🦘 ---- If they have kids, what type of parent is your muse? If not, what type of parent would your muse be?

🐙 ---- Is your muse a hugger? Do they enjoy physical affection whether it's platonic or romantic?

Headcanon prompts I like

🦒:

She's fine with her 5'9 not to mention she's almost always on her horse or on a train/rooftop.

💀: Sometimes it gets really frustrating but then she can always shadow morph her body to towering heights so there's that.

🐍: Again, fine with her height, both tall & short enough to execute her forged fighting style.

🦘:

Never really had time to even think about the concept of having children and probably would choose not to given by her lifestyle. It's the best for both her and the hypothetical child.

💀: With Death curse Gift full out and I think I've written that cursed headcanon, motherhood is entirely off the table. She's not capable of giving life only eroding or taking it. And she has tons of internalized trauma due to that.

🐍: Aside from that she literally adopted your Gwen, Hobie, Pavtir and Peni? Karma doesn't know whenever her reproductive organs are affected and if so, how much by the venom and she doesn't want to risk an unsafe pregnancy. What type of parent would she be? The 'if you ever GLANCE at my kids again I will murder you in your sleep.' type. The 'world is evil and sometimes to keep yourself safe you have to get your hands dirty' honest, no nonsense mindset. Always there, always helping however she can.

🐙:

Both base & 💀: She, given by her life and later her uncontrollable abilities is ridiculously touch starved and probably would crumble at the faintest positive touch. Yet she fears them, to not accidentally harm those who manage to get close.

🐍: Not used to it & always expecting harm to follow the contact. Craves genuine affection be it platonic or romantic and once someone is comfortable around her and vica versa, she's definitely a hugger. Plus often initiates contact because someone hug the traumatized snake damnit.

“Let me get this straight: there's a guy actively ‘hiring’ and deploying children to combat criminal and supernatural activities and they gain no financial and emotional support for their work, furthermore feel threatened to be disposed of if they don't live up to expectations? How is this legal in any form in any world or dimension or whatever the fuck?!”