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(Not quite a question don’t mind me but-) It's mischief time! And both Glitchys are about to be roped in >:)
For both of them: There's a knock on the door to his room. When it's answered, it's his spark! But.. something's off. It's definitely Creepy, and he can tell, yet.. something isn't quite right.
Courtprince: For one, she's out of her typical outfit, instead in something a deep purple, more 'true gothic' than anything he's seen her in. For two, she's taller, with a more confident stance than what is typical for 'her'. When she realizes that Glitchy’s in front of her, she blatantly looks him up and down with a whistle. "Wow, you can even make yellow work?? That's impressive, buuut maybe I shouldn't be too surprised, all things considered."
Humanoid Scholars: She looks,, smaller, somehow. Smaller than usual, dwarfed by her own hair and the slight poof of the dark golden regalia she's dressed in. Doubly unusual; Creepy makes her disdain for all shades of yellow and gold abundantly clear during their talks about fashion. The girl can only barely tolerate orange, if that. But as her eyes settle on Glitchy, they widen with surprise and relief. "Ah- You're here! Oh, phew." Her shoulders relax as she wipes her brow. "I can’t believe I've found somebody I recognize."
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[EY! Universe swapping!! Nice!]
CourtprinceGlitchy!: *he smiles and chuckles with a slight blush on his face* Well hello there Spark! I must say you look very dashing yourself! I'm glad you were able to find something you're more comfortable in.
HUS!Glitchy: *He looks at the small woman in front of him* Creepy? What do you mean you found someone you recognize?? Your room is right across from mine, we see each other every day...Are you alright? Also why are you wearing yellow...I thought you hated that color with a passion?
Courtprince: “Ooh!” Creepy cocks her head slightly, her eyebrows going up before she presses her fist over her mouth to muffle a snort. “Spark? That is bold, mister. But I do like dashing. Thank you kindly.” She takes the sides of her skirt in her hands and gives Glitchy a playful curtsy, but when that’s done and she’s finished straightening out her skirt, she’s staring at him. She has a hand on her chin, pressing her thumb to her lower lip in a remarkably Creepy gesture while studying him like one would study a bug under a magnifying glass. “. . .How’re you feeling, by the way?”
HUS!: “Wha- Huh?!” The more Glitchy goes on, the more Creepy goes from looking relieved to somewhat overwhelmed. She splutters uselessly at first, but stops to recalibrate herself with an abrupt raise of her hands. “Okay, lemme take those points one by one. First of all, what in the name of the Void are you talking about? My room is in a different hall, remember? I’ve gotten lost more times than I care to admit trying to find yours?? Second, I’m mostly okay, though incredibly unsettled because I was just trying to get to the Courtyard. And thirdly, of course I hate yellow. But I love His Majesty, and he picked it, so.” This she ends with a shrug. “So in conclusion: where the hell are we?”
Courtprince!Glitchy: *He raises a brow, still chuckling slightly* "I'm doing alright? Why do you ask? Also I've called you Spark for awhile now. "
HUS!Glitchy: *He walks across the hall and opens the door to his Creepy's room* "See? This is your room?? Also, His majesty?? Courtyard?? Are you practicing for another performance or something? And you're in our shared house with Derek and Avery?"
Courtprince/Yellow Court: Creepy’s mouth falls open, but she says nothing for a long few seconds before pointing the hand on her chin at him. “Glitchyyy..?” The way she asks this is as if she’s guessing the name of a stranger she’s supposed to know rather than a close friend, uncertain as can be.
HUS!: “What in the world are you talking about?!” Creepy watches Glitchy cross the hall and open the door to a room she doesn’t recognize in the slightest. “I— WHAT? Hooohhh okay hold the goddamn phone.” She turns away, walking to the nearest wall and facing it as she takes stock of the situation. “His Majesty. The King. Your dad,” she speaks up with emphasis. “No. I am not, in fact, practicing for anything. We don’t share a house. We live in the Court.” And then something seems to click for her, because she abruptly stops tweaking and lets out an “Ohhh…”
Courtprince!Glitchy: *He nods* "That's right, did you hit your head or something Spark? You've known me for a while now, is something wrong?" *He gently places a hand onto her forehead* "You don't seem to have a fever which is good..."
HUS!Glitchy: *blinks in confusion as he leans against the door frame* "My dad isn't a king...he's our college professor....what? I am so lost..." *He watches as her demeanor changes* "What?"
(Not quite a question don’t mind me but-) It's mischief time! And both Glitchys are about to be roped in >:)
For both of them: There's a knock on the door to his room. When it's answered, it's his spark! But.. something's off. It's definitely Creepy, and he can tell, yet.. something isn't quite right.
Courtprince: For one, she's out of her typical outfit, instead in something a deep purple, more 'true gothic' than anything he's seen her in. For two, she's taller, with a more confident stance than what is typical for 'her'. When she realizes that Glitchy’s in front of her, she blatantly looks him up and down with a whistle. "Wow, you can even make yellow work?? That's impressive, buuut maybe I shouldn't be too surprised, all things considered."
Humanoid Scholars: She looks,, smaller, somehow. Smaller than usual, dwarfed by her own hair and the slight poof of the dark golden regalia she's dressed in. Doubly unusual; Creepy makes her disdain for all shades of yellow and gold abundantly clear during their talks about fashion. The girl can only barely tolerate orange, if that. But as her eyes settle on Glitchy, they widen with surprise and relief. "Ah- You're here! Oh, phew." Her shoulders relax as she wipes her brow. "I can’t believe I've found somebody I recognize."
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[EY! Universe swapping!! Nice!]
CourtprinceGlitchy!: *he smiles and chuckles with a slight blush on his face* Well hello there Spark! I must say you look very dashing yourself! I'm glad you were able to find something you're more comfortable in.
HUS!Glitchy: *He looks at the small woman in front of him* Creepy? What do you mean you found someone you recognize?? Your room is right across from mine, we see each other every day...Are you alright? Also why are you wearing yellow...I thought you hated that color with a passion?
Courtprince: “Ooh!” Creepy cocks her head slightly, her eyebrows going up before she presses her fist over her mouth to muffle a snort. “Spark? That is bold, mister. But I do like dashing. Thank you kindly.” She takes the sides of her skirt in her hands and gives Glitchy a playful curtsy, but when that’s done and she’s finished straightening out her skirt, she’s staring at him. She has a hand on her chin, pressing her thumb to her lower lip in a remarkably Creepy gesture while studying him like one would study a bug under a magnifying glass. “. . .How’re you feeling, by the way?”
HUS!: “Wha- Huh?!” The more Glitchy goes on, the more Creepy goes from looking relieved to somewhat overwhelmed. She splutters uselessly at first, but stops to recalibrate herself with an abrupt raise of her hands. “Okay, lemme take those points one by one. First of all, what in the name of the Void are you talking about? My room is in a different hall, remember? I’ve gotten lost more times than I care to admit trying to find yours?? Second, I’m mostly okay, though incredibly unsettled because I was just trying to get to the Courtyard. And thirdly, of course I hate yellow. But I love His Majesty, and he picked it, so.” This she ends with a shrug. “So in conclusion: where the hell are we?”
Courtprince!Glitchy: *He raises a brow, still chuckling slightly* "I'm doing alright? Why do you ask? Also I've called you Spark for awhile now. "
HUS!Glitchy: *He walks across the hall and opens the door to his Creepy's room* "See? This is your room?? Also, His majesty?? Courtyard?? Are you practicing for another performance or something? And you're in our shared house with Derek and Avery?"
(Not quite a question don’t mind me but-) It's mischief time! And both Glitchys are about to be roped in >:)
For both of them: There's a knock on the door to his room. When it's answered, it's his spark! But.. something's off. It's definitely Creepy, and he can tell, yet.. something isn't quite right.
Courtprince: For one, she's out of her typical outfit, instead in something a deep purple, more 'true gothic' than anything he's seen her in. For two, she's taller, with a more confident stance than what is typical for 'her'. When she realizes that Glitchy’s in front of her, she blatantly looks him up and down with a whistle. "Wow, you can even make yellow work?? That's impressive, buuut maybe I shouldn't be too surprised, all things considered."
Humanoid Scholars: She looks,, smaller, somehow. Smaller than usual, dwarfed by her own hair and the slight poof of the dark golden regalia she's dressed in. Doubly unusual; Creepy makes her disdain for all shades of yellow and gold abundantly clear during their talks about fashion. The girl can only barely tolerate orange, if that. But as her eyes settle on Glitchy, they widen with surprise and relief. "Ah- You're here! Oh, phew." Her shoulders relax as she wipes her brow. "I can’t believe I've found somebody I recognize."
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[EY! Universe swapping!! Nice!]
CourtprinceGlitchy!: *he smiles and chuckles with a slight blush on his face* Well hello there Spark! I must say you look very dashing yourself! I'm glad you were able to find something you're more comfortable in.
HUS!Glitchy: *He looks at the small woman in front of him* Creepy? What do you mean you found someone you recognize?? Your room is right across from mine, we see each other every day...Are you alright? Also why are you wearing yellow...I thought you hated that color with a passion?
((I just thought of something unhinged. Fully unhinged. It has been brought to my attention [by me] that I could simply get you involved in the lore idea I’ve been rotating in my head for too long now with no idea as to how to execute it!!
Humanoid Scholars, present day :]))
One of the rare times when everybody is home, there’s a knock at the door. When it’s answered (by someone other than Creepy or Avery— I’ve highkey been thinking Glitchy, hence why I’ve been stuck, but Derek would also work here), the knocker is revealed to be a handsome stranger. He’s a classic princely type - fluffy swoopy heartthrob hair, straight nose, perfect smile, expensive-looking clothes - and the bouquet of red roses in his arms completes the look. With a bright, confident smile, he starts to speak.
“My love, I’ve finally-!” He stops suddenly when he finally registers the person in front of him, his smile dropping.
“Excuse you. I mean—“ He then clears his throat, and the handsome smile comes back tenfold. If this were an anime, he would be sparkling.
“Pardon me. Where is she?”
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[hmm i'll use Glitchy XD {low-key cause I know how he'd respond in this situation more}]
The seven foot man stands in the door frame leaning to one side as he looks the man up and down, he seems to look decent enough. But the sudden presence is still something to be questioned. As Glitchy goes to speak he also pulls out his phone
HUS!Glitchy:"I'm sorry but you're going to have to be specific; and please state who you are for the sake of security."
(We’re about to get into Creepy’s backstory! CWs: parental neglect, entitlement, and “implications”, though nothing is explicitly stated. Under a line break bc this is LONG lol)
As Creepy notices Glitchy opening his arm for her, she briefly bluescreens. There’s an extended moment of staring as her heart starts up a trapeze act in her chest, but she accepts the offer, tucking herself into his side. Marigold, the good little dog she is, steps out of her lap to go flop into Avery's.
"Okay… Let's take it from the top." She raises her hand and snaps her fingers, readying herself. "So, first and foremost, disregard Avery's timeline."
"Hey."
She sits up and leans away from Glitchy for a moment, toward Avery. "You really wanna 'hey' me right now, Avery? You really wanna 'hey' me?"
"My bad,” Avery replies, raising a hand in surrender in the middle of burying his fingers in Marigold’s fur.
"…All good. Anyways." Creepy settles again, her fingertips pressing hard into the spaces in front of her ears in an attempt to ease the forming ache.
"Mother dearest… The Dranshee Queen of the Fashion World. Anyone with any form of media exposure knows that name, which is really unfortunate for me as her only daughter. Her,, hoard is her fashion house. Her name, her reputation. If she isn't Francesca LaDoma, then why even be alive?" She barks out a very forced laugh.
"I'm still not even sure to this day if she wanted a daughter or if she wanted a doll. The second it came out that I had her eye for measuring and Coco Chanel-level fabric confidence at six, she was over the moon. A mini her! Sure, I didn't look like her, but that was nothing a little hair dye couldn't fix." She stops and snaps her head upward for flourish.
"Except then I looked emo in first grade. My dad was annoyed, too, 'cuz he was worried it would affect my natural colour. Didn't, by the way, as you can see." She gestures toward her head at 'didn't' before continuing.
"Anyways.. I've known Adrien for much longer than I've known Avery. Avery hates that fact, by the way. It’s really funny.” She leans up to whisper that to Glitchy before sitting down again. “It was one of those 'our moms were friends in high school, so now we're friends as babies' deals, y'know? But.. yeah, he was my best friend." She stops to take a breath, wringing her hands together.
"And he seriously wasn't that bad! He was funny. He was sweet, cute.. I… I did like him. So when it was brought to my attention at maybe ten by mother dearest that he and I were slated to be married when we were older, I was like 'Oh, cool. I get to keep my best friend and I get a built-in future husband? Fine by me.' He asked me to be his girlfriend the summer after our fifth grade graduation, and I wanted a glimpse at my potential future, so I was like 'Hell yeah!'" She meets Glitchy's eye and mouths a 'nooo' while shaking her head.
"I sure got a glimpse, alright. We were together for maybe a month, and he got real comfortable being undeservedly bossy. Blah blah blah 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that. He started being all gripe-y and mean and it was the single most annoying thing I'd ever been subjected to at that point, so I was like 'Forget that. I'm not spending my life chained to this. Either switch up your attitude or I'm telling my mom and this is off'." Reacting to her own words, she claps her hands together while slumping backward, her dead tired expression conveying "this bitch,” before her face scrunches up for the mockery section.
"'No, this can't be off. Mama said you and I were connected by fate. You can't just walk away. Your mommy won't let you.' And I. Said. Watch me." She abruptly drops her head into her hands.
"I'm about to let you guys in on a secret." When she raises her head again, she has a visibly strained, visibly fake smile on. Her shoulders are drawn up, and despite trying to utilize her body language and tone to lighten the atmosphere, her poker face is practically nonexistent.
"That little faux pas? Deciding I didn’t want to be chained to someone who clearly didn’t even like me as a person? Screwed my life for the worse. Because apparently- Apparently, this would be the first moment I realize–" She throws her hands up, getting more animated with her rant.
"My mom doesn't like me! I ran to her because he had— He had tried something after I threatened to walk, but she wasn't hearing it! No daughter of hers would be quitting a relationship so important! She didn't approve of what he had done, but meh! Maybe it's okay for her little fashionista to start early!! Screw me, I guess! Not literally!" Through this part of it, she had begun curling uncomfortably, tucking her knees up against her chest and tangling her fingers in her hair.
"..." After a few seconds, she loosens her grip and turns, her back pressing into Glitchy as she leans on him with her head down.
"But y'know what's worse than your mom, the dragon, not liking you? Your mom, the dragon, going from 'this is my plaything' to 'this is my competition.' For her title. Her so-called hoard. From 'awwh, she's just like me' to 'damn it, she's just like me.'” She chokes out a rueful laugh. “I was screwed from the start, and I'll be paying for it forever."
[OOC: hehehe we do love characters opening up, we do >:)]
Glitchy watched as Creepy's posture declined along with her mental state as she was talking, that once she had leaned back into him he pulled her close to him in a tight hug. Feeling the rage inside him boils which causes the hickory smell to get stronger.
HUS!Glitchy: "I can't believe that woman...she may be the fashion "Icon" but she is just a stupid brat that was spoiled....I'm so sorry that you had to go through that.."
He just held her after she stopped speaking; trying to keep tears from spilling down his cheeks. Trying to wrap his head around what he's just been told he feels the old him trying to creep back...the one who had to fight. But when he looks down at Creepy he realizes that there is something more important in the moment...making sure she's going to be safe.
But at the same time he pulls out his phone as he sends a couple messages to certain individuals, his mind already being set in motion.
HUS!Glitchy: "How are you feeling after all that?...and...I promise you Creepy, If I need to raise the flames of the underworld...i'm going to get you the justice you deserve."
Something about the tone of his voice gives the room a strange sense of calm but also unease. However Marigold jumps down and grabs the remote from the table and pushes it to Creepy, wanting to offer the idea of a distraction.
Derek: "...I'm not sure she wants a distraction right now Goldie."
Avery: "maybe we can share something about ourselves as well so it isn't just her??"
Marigold looks over before she jumps back up onto the couch, watching over the group as a whole.
[OOC: Glitchy about to confront her mom with evidence with the media; at lease that's what in my head XD]
Creepy lets herself relax into Glitchy’s hold, forcing herself to focus on her breathing and on the gentle warmth of her experiences, her thoughts, being validated. Francesca LaDoma’s reputation is solid Teflon. She worked for her place at the top. Worked all the way up from absolutely nothing. Wouldn’t she make an amazing mother?
She doesn’t realize that she’s trembling. Doesn’t realize that Glitchy had take his phone out, sent out some messages. She’s simply.. upset. This doesn’t last long, though, because the pleasing smell of hickory filling her nose serves to distract her from her thoughts.
“What is that? I’m not the only one smelling that, right?”
When she’s asked how she’s feeling, she presses her face into Glitchy’s shirt, letting his presence ground her. “Like trash... But it’s fine, I’m making peace with it.” After a few seconds, she pulls her face away and sits up straight.
“If that wicked woman wants competition, I’ll do as I always have and give her hell. I was born with the means to, after all. And watching her have her meltdowns when her own spawn takes her down a peg has always been incredibly satisfying. I’m already looking forward to next time.” She starts to smile, running her tongue over her teeth, but just as she’s about to continue, Marigold tries to give her the remote.
“Oh, baby,” she croons joyously. “Sweet lil’ honey fuzz. My little lady.” When Marigold hops back up onto the couch, she gets lovingly manhandled and kissed repeatedly on the head before being released.
[OOC: uh oh— Good luck to him in very very many ways if he actually goes for it 👀]
Glitchy keeps creepy close as he rubs the back of his head, letting a slight nervous chuckle.
HUS!Glitchy: "That uh...That smell might be coming from me actually."
Glitchy lets Creepy sit up as he also re-positions himself, just glad that it seems that Creepy is calming down.
HUS!Glitchy: "Well the good thing is that you have to do it alone anymore, you have the three of us to help you. With the four of us you're sure to get to the top, I mean look how talented you are! Your ideas and visions are so much more astonishing than that woman's."
Glitchy smiles softly as he looks into Creepy's eyes, even when she cries he finds them radiant.
HUS!Glitchy: "I promise, none of us are leaving..and if I have to say it daily I will."
Smiling as he watches the interaction between Creepy and Marigold, finding it adorable. Before looking over to Avery, as the man speaks.
HUS!Glitchy: "What exactly would any of us talk about??"
"Wait really?" On sheer, pure impulse, Creepy twists around and presses her nose to Glitchy's shirt, breathing in.
"It is!! Oh, wow." She pulls back, her curiosity sated. "I was worried I was experiencing some kind of mental break."
As she settles down once again, Glitchy starts speaking to her, and she finds that she has to avert her gaze at his compliments. "Thank you," she starts, a bashful little smile on her face. "I mean- Not to toot my own horn, but who else do you know would come up with a wardrobe centered around leather and lace?" Lover of compliments, yet unable to accept them like a normal person. Carlotta "Creepy" LaDoma, everybody.
Anyways.
When she finally does meet his eyes again, she's nearly knocked onto her ass (metaphorically.) The way he's looking at her, combined with that soft smile as he assures her? She's keeping him, she decides right then and there. No matter what they end up as, she's keeping this wonderful man in her life without a doubt.
Out loud, she's at a loss for words. "Can.. can I..." Before she can finish the question, she remembers that she's been pretty much all over him this entire time, and he's been encouraging it. So instead of being silly and asking for a hug in spite of all of that, she simply goes for it, her movements slow and a little hesitant out of embarrassment, though she ends up exactly where she needs to be in the end.
[OOC: I smell MESS on the horizon. This is gonna be. something LOLLL]
Glitchy chuckles as Creepy buried her nose into his shirt again, finding the reactions comical.
HUS!Glitchy: "Yeah, i'm not sure why it happens but it tends to start when I get worked up..but I'm glad none of you seem to mind."
He nods along as Creepy speaks, remembering all the shows he's seen in passing and just the regular projects she works on. His favorite being a pastel pink ensemble that was part of the same line.
HUS!Glitchy: "I know that I wouldn't have come up with nearly half of the ideas you did, seeing you work is an art form.."
Glitchy's ears turn pink from the sudden hug, but he accepts it all the same; gently wrapping his arms around her once again. Closing his eyes as he gently rests his chin on her head, keeping her as close as he can while still giving her the space she wants.
Derek: "Why don't you two do another Collab..but do a public show this time? The things you've both made could probably knock the entire competition down."
Glitchy opens his eyes to look at Derek, slightly unsure about the suggestion..it's been awhile since he's done a public show because of what happened last time. But maybe it was time to try again, and with Creepy by his side...maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
HUS!Glitchy: "I'm not so sure...I haven't done something like that in awhile....last time was....I'm not sure how to explain it."
He just holds Creepy tighter as he tries to fight the memories that are trying to flood his mind.
[OOC: Oh when he wasn't too; Glitchy can be Methodical! He is scarily accurate when he wants something done or taken care of. This wouldn't be any different. {He is going to take that woman down one way or another XD}
"Awh, worked up?" Creepy's voice is muffled slightly by Glitchy's chest, feeling an overwhelming sense of ease as she's tucked under his chin. “I didn’t know that was a thing. You’re like a.. walking incense stick.” Her voice softens the more she relaxes, happily smushing her face into his body.
And then Derek makes his suggestion, and she goes from ‘may or may not fall asleep’ to ‘fully alert’ as she sits up with a gasp. She looks between Derek and Glitchy before she’s pulled in again, her smile pressed over his heart.
“Personally, I would love that. We’re already used to designing together, and I’ve done enough shows that I know the ins and outs. We could make it happen,” she chirps. “I have a showcase coming up, too. You could get a behind-the-scenes exclusive.”
When Glitchy’s arms tighten around her, she finds herself in absolute paradise. She lives for this kind of pressure on her (and has tried to tempt the giant into acting as her weighted blanket, with.. negative results thus far) but if there’s anything she knows.. it’s that he is Excessively Careful. With her, with Marigold, literally everybody. Which means, in her head, he probably isn’t giving her the ‘favorite plushie’ treatment of his own accord. So, reluctantly, she risks the loss of pressure and pats him to get his attention.
“Are you okay up there, big guy?”
[OOC: Oh yes! I don’t doubt he’s super methodical I love this man severely LOL—]
Glitchy was snapped out of his trance as Creepy sits back up again, excited at Derek's idea which makes him smile.
HUS!Glitchy: "We'll see, I might take you up on the offer.."
Despite his chuckles, Glitchy was still slightly hesitant, and just continues to hold her tight, debating whether to answer her question...but he thinks Better late then never right..?
HUS!Glitchy: "It's just the last show I did.... some of it's audience didn't take too kindly to me; neither did the other stylist. They never saw someone "damaged" that was a stylist...So I was thrown out in a sense.....or well that's the shortened version of what happened.."
Before anyone can say anything, Marigold jumps onto the table and just stares at Glitchy. Which has been known to mean that he isn't telling the full thing, and he also knows it which causes him to sigh.
HUS!Glitchy: "Alright..Alright Mari, you don't have to tell me twice okay? There was more that happened; at the end of the show while I was backstage...I had won actually and my line was bought, which I guess the other stylist didn't like...they called me an "outsider rookie"...my shoulder is still suffering their rage."
Glitchy kinda shrunk into the corner of the couch as he was speaking, subconsciously putting himself into a corner like he was back then. Falling back into silence as he gently pulls Creepy closer to him once again, as having her near also calms him down.
[OOC: :D a chance for him to go feral/ flex his status is a win in his book XD
Okay, it seems calling attention didn’t make Glitchy realize that he’s holding Creepy tightly.
Best outcome, in her opinion.
But then he starts telling his story, and…
“What the hell,” she hisses. “They can’t do that!”
When she hears Marigold’s paws hit the table, she twists her upper body around to get a look at her. She sees the way the golden dog eyes Glitchy, and she’s just opening her mouth to ask him when she feels him sigh.
“…” The rest of the story is told, and Creepy goes from irritated to livid. Even though she’s technically out of Glitchy’s direct line of sight, the way she heats up and stiffens tells him just about everything he would need to know.
‘They’ll pay. They hurt you? They will pay,’ her mind chants.
But at the moment, Creepy is incredibly comfortable. She doesn’t know when an opportunity like this will come again, so she chooses to play it smart as she holds up a hand for Avery’s attention.
“Avery, I need you to get me names.”
“…” He definitely looks like he wants to, but he directs the attention to Derek.
“Der, we need names.”
Derek blinks, then directs the attention back to Glitchy.
Glitchy looks up as he snaps out of another trance he had fallen under as he notices the stares from the others. As he begins to speak he gently runs his fingers through Creepy's hair to try and soothe her anger.
HUS!Glitchy: "It's been awhile so I don't really remember the audience's names...as for the stylist's...that weirdos name is starting to feel familiar...I think they mentioned it before...but the last name was something like...Cradeline? It's on the studio's website I believe...it was a couple years ago"
Glitchy continues to think as if he doesn't realize just how much weight his words just fell onto the other three. Unaware that Derek had already gotten his laptop before he speaks again.
HUS!Glitchy: "If my memory serves right...it's Estella...Estella Cradeline. She was a nightmare of a woman even before the show, always trying to sneak in on my work...I'm not sure what her goal was with that though."
Derek: " I found the studio page and the show's guest book...there are a lot of high ranking names on here....wait, your real name is Makoto?"
Glitchy slightly jumped at hearing his first name again, his gaze shooting straight over to Derek. His tone being slightly angry...
HUS!Glitchy: "Did they seriously not listen to me when I said to put Glitchy?! ugh...typical, that studio always does things like that...Yes, it is. But I go by Glitchy because it's more comfortable for me...However if you guys call me by that name it won't bother me, I trust you all enough to know...also as you might've heard earlier...my last name is actually BloodBloom. "
Glitchy sighs as he calms himself down again, It has been awhile since he's been able to talk about his own experiences. A slight smile forms on his face as he looks back down at Creepy, before chuckling slightly.
HUS!Glitchy: "You can move anytime you want to..just let me know."
[OOC: Yay more lore drop for Glitchy XD he's also been aware the whole time {I was thinking that Estella knew Adiren's family somehow; but his name could've just been on the guest book too}
The second Glitchy’s fingers are in Creepy’s hair, any and all tension melts away. She definitely tries her best not to, but her baser instincts take over and she goes boneless against him with a satisfied rumble from somewhere deep in her chest.
“Cradeline,” she repeats, her voice all soft and sweet as she takes a mental note.
“Estella Cradeline? I see~ I’ll take care of it…” Yeah. Uh. It appears that Glitchy has found the button to completely and totally disarm the Creepy bomb.
Her eyes widen when she feels him jump, and she tilts her head up, her nose pressing softly to the underside of his chin.
“Mmh? Oh, Glitchy is… Ahaha, I see. Twinniiing,” she comments with a giggle. She is very, very tempted to repeat the name the second she hears it, but she knows better. However, when he more or less gives the verbal equivalent of a thumbs-up, all bets are off.
“Oh, I’m just fine where I am. Don’t worry about it.” With a deep breath, she rubs her cheek against him as she gets nice and extra comfortable.
“I just want to say it once,” she starts, a warning of sorts so as to not catch Glitchy completely off guard.
“…Makoto..
…
Hmph. I like Glitchy more.”
[OOC: LORE DROP LORE DROP LORE DROP!! ALSO LMAO? {OOOOOOO oh that would be sick that would make sense IMO I’m down for that go nuts!!}]
Glitchy smiles, giving a slight nod as he lets Creepy get comfortable. Still running his fingers through her hair as he lets the calmness wash over him.
HUS!Glitchy: "Maybe we should call the investigations for tonight, it's gotten pretty dark out. How about we all watch a movie or something and we can resume in the morning?"
Avery: "I like the sound of that honestly, what about you guys?"
Glitchy looks out the window at the night sky as the streetlights come on, feeling like he's been blessed with the life he has now even if he thinks he's done nothing to deserve it.
The only answer Creepy can give is another rumble and a soft trill, so Derek takes it upon himself to answer.
“Yes, that sounds like it would be fun.” He saves the tabs he’s opened up on his laptop before shutting it and setting it aside. Because of the way that Creepy is positioned (I.e. pretty much in Glitchy’s lap), there’s room for him to squeeze in next to Avery on the couch. Once he’s settled, he gets another look at the display off to the side.
“This is new,” he mutters to Avery, starting up a hushed conversation with him.
“Oh yeah. Her head is, like, the ‘sleepy Creepy’ button,” Avery mutters back as he picks up the remote.
“Good to know, good to know.”
“What gets me, though, is that she normally hates it. I feel like one of those cat owners whose cat likes their friend more watching this.”
“Pfft— Avery, she pays our rent and feeds us, yet she’s the housepet?”
“You know that isn’t what I mean! I just mean that I can’t believe I’ve been replaced so easily.” He’s smiling as he says this. It’s all in good fun.
“Avery, you got replaced by Marigold. You’ll be alright.”
“I’m gonna kick both of your asses,” Creepy cuts in, her remarkably peaceful tone contrasting the threat.
There is a small snicker before Glitchy starts to fully laugh for the first time in a year or so. He honestly forgot how it felt to laugh like that, he feels grateful that someone finally brought it out of him.
HUS!Glitchy: "Hey now, this is a time for relaxing. You can chase them later."
As the night stretches on Glitchy begins to feel himself dozing off so he takes off his glasses and lays into the couch, trying to keep his attention on the movie but failing.
Avery: "I wish we had more moments like this...I could get used to it."
Glitchy watches Avery lay onto Derek as he smiles slightly, watching the other start to blush slightly. However he doesn't say anything as the four relax as the movie continues playing in the background.
[OOC: The fact this went from intense to wholesome is so wonderful! I love it so much. This is so adorable.
Creepy’s attention is caught just by the small snicker, but then Glitchy lets out a full, genuine laugh, and it’s as if time stops for her. She honestly, genuinely, legitimately didn’t know a sound could be so sweet, and she takes to memorizing and internalizing it as naturally as one takes to breathing.
“Hey back, it’s not like I was going to do it now. I know where they sleep, anyway,” she comments wittily as she relaxes against him yet again. ‘You think I’m going to willingly relinquish this closeness just to jump Avery? As if. I can do that whenever,’ she thinks to herself.
As time passes, Creepy has slotted quite nicely into her role as living plushie, thankfully going from ‘happy gooey pile’ to ‘normal but still relaxed’ as she listens to the movie. She notices that Avery put on one of the few she has pretty much memorized, and she gives him a crooked smile. He responds with one of his own as he nestles into Derek, who she notices has flushed slightly. She mouths an ‘awwh’ to herself, but also says nothing as she breathes out a deep sigh of contentment.
[OOC: For REAL! ‘Intense with a fluffy wind-down’ is my SHIT and this has gone beautifully. 12/10]
A few hours later and Glitchy is the only one surprisingly awake, as he looks at his friends who are sound asleep near him.
HUS!Glitchy: "If only the three of you knew just how much you overpower the voice in my head...I'm starting to love life again because of you all."
He can feel his heart grow in size as he finally lets himself fall asleep fully, ending the night with the peace that grew from an intense moment. Eternally grateful for this moment and wishes for many more just like this.
[OOC: A wholesome end for the group is the best end. :D
((I just thought of something unhinged. Fully unhinged. It has been brought to my attention [by me] that I could simply get you involved in the lore idea I’ve been rotating in my head for too long now with no idea as to how to execute it!!
Humanoid Scholars, present day :]))
One of the rare times when everybody is home, there’s a knock at the door. When it’s answered (by someone other than Creepy or Avery— I’ve highkey been thinking Glitchy, hence why I’ve been stuck, but Derek would also work here), the knocker is revealed to be a handsome stranger. He’s a classic princely type - fluffy swoopy heartthrob hair, straight nose, perfect smile, expensive-looking clothes - and the bouquet of red roses in his arms completes the look. With a bright, confident smile, he starts to speak.
“My love, I’ve finally-!” He stops suddenly when he finally registers the person in front of him, his smile dropping.
“Excuse you. I mean—“ He then clears his throat, and the handsome smile comes back tenfold. If this were an anime, he would be sparkling.
“Pardon me. Where is she?”
(@xxacreaturefeaturexx)
[hmm i'll use Glitchy XD {low-key cause I know how he'd respond in this situation more}]
The seven foot man stands in the door frame leaning to one side as he looks the man up and down, he seems to look decent enough. But the sudden presence is still something to be questioned. As Glitchy goes to speak he also pulls out his phone
HUS!Glitchy:"I'm sorry but you're going to have to be specific; and please state who you are for the sake of security."
(We’re about to get into Creepy’s backstory! CWs: parental neglect, entitlement, and “implications”, though nothing is explicitly stated. Under a line break bc this is LONG lol)
As Creepy notices Glitchy opening his arm for her, she briefly bluescreens. There’s an extended moment of staring as her heart starts up a trapeze act in her chest, but she accepts the offer, tucking herself into his side. Marigold, the good little dog she is, steps out of her lap to go flop into Avery's.
"Okay… Let's take it from the top." She raises her hand and snaps her fingers, readying herself. "So, first and foremost, disregard Avery's timeline."
"Hey."
She sits up and leans away from Glitchy for a moment, toward Avery. "You really wanna 'hey' me right now, Avery? You really wanna 'hey' me?"
"My bad,” Avery replies, raising a hand in surrender in the middle of burying his fingers in Marigold’s fur.
"…All good. Anyways." Creepy settles again, her fingertips pressing hard into the spaces in front of her ears in an attempt to ease the forming ache.
"Mother dearest… The Dranshee Queen of the Fashion World. Anyone with any form of media exposure knows that name, which is really unfortunate for me as her only daughter. Her,, hoard is her fashion house. Her name, her reputation. If she isn't Francesca LaDoma, then why even be alive?" She barks out a very forced laugh.
"I'm still not even sure to this day if she wanted a daughter or if she wanted a doll. The second it came out that I had her eye for measuring and Coco Chanel-level fabric confidence at six, she was over the moon. A mini her! Sure, I didn't look like her, but that was nothing a little hair dye couldn't fix." She stops and snaps her head upward for flourish.
"Except then I looked emo in first grade. My dad was annoyed, too, 'cuz he was worried it would affect my natural colour. Didn't, by the way, as you can see." She gestures toward her head at 'didn't' before continuing.
"Anyways.. I've known Adrien for much longer than I've known Avery. Avery hates that fact, by the way. It’s really funny.” She leans up to whisper that to Glitchy before sitting down again. “It was one of those 'our moms were friends in high school, so now we're friends as babies' deals, y'know? But.. yeah, he was my best friend." She stops to take a breath, wringing her hands together.
"And he seriously wasn't that bad! He was funny. He was sweet, cute.. I… I did like him. So when it was brought to my attention at maybe ten by mother dearest that he and I were slated to be married when we were older, I was like 'Oh, cool. I get to keep my best friend and I get a built-in future husband? Fine by me.' He asked me to be his girlfriend the summer after our fifth grade graduation, and I wanted a glimpse at my potential future, so I was like 'Hell yeah!'" She meets Glitchy's eye and mouths a 'nooo' while shaking her head.
"I sure got a glimpse, alright. We were together for maybe a month, and he got real comfortable being undeservedly bossy. Blah blah blah 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that. He started being all gripe-y and mean and it was the single most annoying thing I'd ever been subjected to at that point, so I was like 'Forget that. I'm not spending my life chained to this. Either switch up your attitude or I'm telling my mom and this is off'." Reacting to her own words, she claps her hands together while slumping backward, her dead tired expression conveying "this bitch,” before her face scrunches up for the mockery section.
"'No, this can't be off. Mama said you and I were connected by fate. You can't just walk away. Your mommy won't let you.' And I. Said. Watch me." She abruptly drops her head into her hands.
"I'm about to let you guys in on a secret." When she raises her head again, she has a visibly strained, visibly fake smile on. Her shoulders are drawn up, and despite trying to utilize her body language and tone to lighten the atmosphere, her poker face is practically nonexistent.
"That little faux pas? Deciding I didn’t want to be chained to someone who clearly didn’t even like me as a person? Screwed my life for the worse. Because apparently- Apparently, this would be the first moment I realize–" She throws her hands up, getting more animated with her rant.
"My mom doesn't like me! I ran to her because he had— He had tried something after I threatened to walk, but she wasn't hearing it! No daughter of hers would be quitting a relationship so important! She didn't approve of what he had done, but meh! Maybe it's okay for her little fashionista to start early!! Screw me, I guess! Not literally!" Through this part of it, she had begun curling uncomfortably, tucking her knees up against her chest and tangling her fingers in her hair.
"..." After a few seconds, she loosens her grip and turns, her back pressing into Glitchy as she leans on him with her head down.
"But y'know what's worse than your mom, the dragon, not liking you? Your mom, the dragon, going from 'this is my plaything' to 'this is my competition.' For her title. Her so-called hoard. From 'awwh, she's just like me' to 'damn it, she's just like me.'” She chokes out a rueful laugh. “I was screwed from the start, and I'll be paying for it forever."
[OOC: hehehe we do love characters opening up, we do >:)]
Glitchy watched as Creepy's posture declined along with her mental state as she was talking, that once she had leaned back into him he pulled her close to him in a tight hug. Feeling the rage inside him boils which causes the hickory smell to get stronger.
HUS!Glitchy: "I can't believe that woman...she may be the fashion "Icon" but she is just a stupid brat that was spoiled....I'm so sorry that you had to go through that.."
He just held her after she stopped speaking; trying to keep tears from spilling down his cheeks. Trying to wrap his head around what he's just been told he feels the old him trying to creep back...the one who had to fight. But when he looks down at Creepy he realizes that there is something more important in the moment...making sure she's going to be safe.
But at the same time he pulls out his phone as he sends a couple messages to certain individuals, his mind already being set in motion.
HUS!Glitchy: "How are you feeling after all that?...and...I promise you Creepy, If I need to raise the flames of the underworld...i'm going to get you the justice you deserve."
Something about the tone of his voice gives the room a strange sense of calm but also unease. However Marigold jumps down and grabs the remote from the table and pushes it to Creepy, wanting to offer the idea of a distraction.
Derek: "...I'm not sure she wants a distraction right now Goldie."
Avery: "maybe we can share something about ourselves as well so it isn't just her??"
Marigold looks over before she jumps back up onto the couch, watching over the group as a whole.
[OOC: Glitchy about to confront her mom with evidence with the media; at lease that's what in my head XD]
Creepy lets herself relax into Glitchy’s hold, forcing herself to focus on her breathing and on the gentle warmth of her experiences, her thoughts, being validated. Francesca LaDoma’s reputation is solid Teflon. She worked for her place at the top. Worked all the way up from absolutely nothing. Wouldn’t she make an amazing mother?
She doesn’t realize that she’s trembling. Doesn’t realize that Glitchy had take his phone out, sent out some messages. She’s simply.. upset. This doesn’t last long, though, because the pleasing smell of hickory filling her nose serves to distract her from her thoughts.
“What is that? I’m not the only one smelling that, right?”
When she’s asked how she’s feeling, she presses her face into Glitchy’s shirt, letting his presence ground her. “Like trash... But it’s fine, I’m making peace with it.” After a few seconds, she pulls her face away and sits up straight.
“If that wicked woman wants competition, I’ll do as I always have and give her hell. I was born with the means to, after all. And watching her have her meltdowns when her own spawn takes her down a peg has always been incredibly satisfying. I’m already looking forward to next time.” She starts to smile, running her tongue over her teeth, but just as she’s about to continue, Marigold tries to give her the remote.
“Oh, baby,” she croons joyously. “Sweet lil’ honey fuzz. My little lady.” When Marigold hops back up onto the couch, she gets lovingly manhandled and kissed repeatedly on the head before being released.
[OOC: uh oh— Good luck to him in very very many ways if he actually goes for it 👀]
Glitchy keeps creepy close as he rubs the back of his head, letting a slight nervous chuckle.
HUS!Glitchy: "That uh...That smell might be coming from me actually."
Glitchy lets Creepy sit up as he also re-positions himself, just glad that it seems that Creepy is calming down.
HUS!Glitchy: "Well the good thing is that you have to do it alone anymore, you have the three of us to help you. With the four of us you're sure to get to the top, I mean look how talented you are! Your ideas and visions are so much more astonishing than that woman's."
Glitchy smiles softly as he looks into Creepy's eyes, even when she cries he finds them radiant.
HUS!Glitchy: "I promise, none of us are leaving..and if I have to say it daily I will."
Smiling as he watches the interaction between Creepy and Marigold, finding it adorable. Before looking over to Avery, as the man speaks.
HUS!Glitchy: "What exactly would any of us talk about??"
"Wait really?" On sheer, pure impulse, Creepy twists around and presses her nose to Glitchy's shirt, breathing in.
"It is!! Oh, wow." She pulls back, her curiosity sated. "I was worried I was experiencing some kind of mental break."
As she settles down once again, Glitchy starts speaking to her, and she finds that she has to avert her gaze at his compliments. "Thank you," she starts, a bashful little smile on her face. "I mean- Not to toot my own horn, but who else do you know would come up with a wardrobe centered around leather and lace?" Lover of compliments, yet unable to accept them like a normal person. Carlotta "Creepy" LaDoma, everybody.
Anyways.
When she finally does meet his eyes again, she's nearly knocked onto her ass (metaphorically.) The way he's looking at her, combined with that soft smile as he assures her? She's keeping him, she decides right then and there. No matter what they end up as, she's keeping this wonderful man in her life without a doubt.
Out loud, she's at a loss for words. "Can.. can I..." Before she can finish the question, she remembers that she's been pretty much all over him this entire time, and he's been encouraging it. So instead of being silly and asking for a hug in spite of all of that, she simply goes for it, her movements slow and a little hesitant out of embarrassment, though she ends up exactly where she needs to be in the end.
[OOC: I smell MESS on the horizon. This is gonna be. something LOLLL]
Glitchy chuckles as Creepy buried her nose into his shirt again, finding the reactions comical.
HUS!Glitchy: "Yeah, i'm not sure why it happens but it tends to start when I get worked up..but I'm glad none of you seem to mind."
He nods along as Creepy speaks, remembering all the shows he's seen in passing and just the regular projects she works on. His favorite being a pastel pink ensemble that was part of the same line.
HUS!Glitchy: "I know that I wouldn't have come up with nearly half of the ideas you did, seeing you work is an art form.."
Glitchy's ears turn pink from the sudden hug, but he accepts it all the same; gently wrapping his arms around her once again. Closing his eyes as he gently rests his chin on her head, keeping her as close as he can while still giving her the space she wants.
Derek: "Why don't you two do another Collab..but do a public show this time? The things you've both made could probably knock the entire competition down."
Glitchy opens his eyes to look at Derek, slightly unsure about the suggestion..it's been awhile since he's done a public show because of what happened last time. But maybe it was time to try again, and with Creepy by his side...maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
HUS!Glitchy: "I'm not so sure...I haven't done something like that in awhile....last time was....I'm not sure how to explain it."
He just holds Creepy tighter as he tries to fight the memories that are trying to flood his mind.
[OOC: Oh when he wasn't too; Glitchy can be Methodical! He is scarily accurate when he wants something done or taken care of. This wouldn't be any different. {He is going to take that woman down one way or another XD}
"Awh, worked up?" Creepy's voice is muffled slightly by Glitchy's chest, feeling an overwhelming sense of ease as she's tucked under his chin. “I didn’t know that was a thing. You’re like a.. walking incense stick.” Her voice softens the more she relaxes, happily smushing her face into his body.
And then Derek makes his suggestion, and she goes from ‘may or may not fall asleep’ to ‘fully alert’ as she sits up with a gasp. She looks between Derek and Glitchy before she’s pulled in again, her smile pressed over his heart.
“Personally, I would love that. We’re already used to designing together, and I’ve done enough shows that I know the ins and outs. We could make it happen,” she chirps. “I have a showcase coming up, too. You could get a behind-the-scenes exclusive.”
When Glitchy’s arms tighten around her, she finds herself in absolute paradise. She lives for this kind of pressure on her (and has tried to tempt the giant into acting as her weighted blanket, with.. negative results thus far) but if there’s anything she knows.. it’s that he is Excessively Careful. With her, with Marigold, literally everybody. Which means, in her head, he probably isn’t giving her the ‘favorite plushie’ treatment of his own accord. So, reluctantly, she risks the loss of pressure and pats him to get his attention.
“Are you okay up there, big guy?”
[OOC: Oh yes! I don’t doubt he’s super methodical I love this man severely LOL—]
Glitchy was snapped out of his trance as Creepy sits back up again, excited at Derek's idea which makes him smile.
HUS!Glitchy: "We'll see, I might take you up on the offer.."
Despite his chuckles, Glitchy was still slightly hesitant, and just continues to hold her tight, debating whether to answer her question...but he thinks Better late then never right..?
HUS!Glitchy: "It's just the last show I did.... some of it's audience didn't take too kindly to me; neither did the other stylist. They never saw someone "damaged" that was a stylist...So I was thrown out in a sense.....or well that's the shortened version of what happened.."
Before anyone can say anything, Marigold jumps onto the table and just stares at Glitchy. Which has been known to mean that he isn't telling the full thing, and he also knows it which causes him to sigh.
HUS!Glitchy: "Alright..Alright Mari, you don't have to tell me twice okay? There was more that happened; at the end of the show while I was backstage...I had won actually and my line was bought, which I guess the other stylist didn't like...they called me an "outsider rookie"...my shoulder is still suffering their rage."
Glitchy kinda shrunk into the corner of the couch as he was speaking, subconsciously putting himself into a corner like he was back then. Falling back into silence as he gently pulls Creepy closer to him once again, as having her near also calms him down.
[OOC: :D a chance for him to go feral/ flex his status is a win in his book XD
Okay, it seems calling attention didn’t make Glitchy realize that he’s holding Creepy tightly.
Best outcome, in her opinion.
But then he starts telling his story, and…
“What the hell,” she hisses. “They can’t do that!”
When she hears Marigold’s paws hit the table, she twists her upper body around to get a look at her. She sees the way the golden dog eyes Glitchy, and she’s just opening her mouth to ask him when she feels him sigh.
“…” The rest of the story is told, and Creepy goes from irritated to livid. Even though she’s technically out of Glitchy’s direct line of sight, the way she heats up and stiffens tells him just about everything he would need to know.
‘They’ll pay. They hurt you? They will pay,’ her mind chants.
But at the moment, Creepy is incredibly comfortable. She doesn’t know when an opportunity like this will come again, so she chooses to play it smart as she holds up a hand for Avery’s attention.
“Avery, I need you to get me names.”
“…” He definitely looks like he wants to, but he directs the attention to Derek.
“Der, we need names.”
Derek blinks, then directs the attention back to Glitchy.
Glitchy looks up as he snaps out of another trance he had fallen under as he notices the stares from the others. As he begins to speak he gently runs his fingers through Creepy's hair to try and soothe her anger.
HUS!Glitchy: "It's been awhile so I don't really remember the audience's names...as for the stylist's...that weirdos name is starting to feel familiar...I think they mentioned it before...but the last name was something like...Cradeline? It's on the studio's website I believe...it was a couple years ago"
Glitchy continues to think as if he doesn't realize just how much weight his words just fell onto the other three. Unaware that Derek had already gotten his laptop before he speaks again.
HUS!Glitchy: "If my memory serves right...it's Estella...Estella Cradeline. She was a nightmare of a woman even before the show, always trying to sneak in on my work...I'm not sure what her goal was with that though."
Derek: " I found the studio page and the show's guest book...there are a lot of high ranking names on here....wait, your real name is Makoto?"
Glitchy slightly jumped at hearing his first name again, his gaze shooting straight over to Derek. His tone being slightly angry...
HUS!Glitchy: "Did they seriously not listen to me when I said to put Glitchy?! ugh...typical, that studio always does things like that...Yes, it is. But I go by Glitchy because it's more comfortable for me...However if you guys call me by that name it won't bother me, I trust you all enough to know...also as you might've heard earlier...my last name is actually BloodBloom. "
Glitchy sighs as he calms himself down again, It has been awhile since he's been able to talk about his own experiences. A slight smile forms on his face as he looks back down at Creepy, before chuckling slightly.
HUS!Glitchy: "You can move anytime you want to..just let me know."
[OOC: Yay more lore drop for Glitchy XD he's also been aware the whole time {I was thinking that Estella knew Adiren's family somehow; but his name could've just been on the guest book too}
The second Glitchy’s fingers are in Creepy’s hair, any and all tension melts away. She definitely tries her best not to, but her baser instincts take over and she goes boneless against him with a satisfied rumble from somewhere deep in her chest.
“Cradeline,” she repeats, her voice all soft and sweet as she takes a mental note.
“Estella Cradeline? I see~ I’ll take care of it…” Yeah. Uh. It appears that Glitchy has found the button to completely and totally disarm the Creepy bomb.
Her eyes widen when she feels him jump, and she tilts her head up, her nose pressing softly to the underside of his chin.
“Mmh? Oh, Glitchy is… Ahaha, I see. Twinniiing,” she comments with a giggle. She is very, very tempted to repeat the name the second she hears it, but she knows better. However, when he more or less gives the verbal equivalent of a thumbs-up, all bets are off.
“Oh, I’m just fine where I am. Don’t worry about it.” With a deep breath, she rubs her cheek against him as she gets nice and extra comfortable.
“I just want to say it once,” she starts, a warning of sorts so as to not catch Glitchy completely off guard.
“…Makoto..
…
Hmph. I like Glitchy more.”
[OOC: LORE DROP LORE DROP LORE DROP!! ALSO LMAO? {OOOOOOO oh that would be sick that would make sense IMO I’m down for that go nuts!!}]
Glitchy smiles, giving a slight nod as he lets Creepy get comfortable. Still running his fingers through her hair as he lets the calmness wash over him.
HUS!Glitchy: "Maybe we should call the investigations for tonight, it's gotten pretty dark out. How about we all watch a movie or something and we can resume in the morning?"
Avery: "I like the sound of that honestly, what about you guys?"
Glitchy looks out the window at the night sky as the streetlights come on, feeling like he's been blessed with the life he has now even if he thinks he's done nothing to deserve it.
The only answer Creepy can give is another rumble and a soft trill, so Derek takes it upon himself to answer.
“Yes, that sounds like it would be fun.” He saves the tabs he’s opened up on his laptop before shutting it and setting it aside. Because of the way that Creepy is positioned (I.e. pretty much in Glitchy’s lap), there’s room for him to squeeze in next to Avery on the couch. Once he’s settled, he gets another look at the display off to the side.
“This is new,” he mutters to Avery, starting up a hushed conversation with him.
“Oh yeah. Her head is, like, the ‘sleepy Creepy’ button,” Avery mutters back as he picks up the remote.
“Good to know, good to know.”
“What gets me, though, is that she normally hates it. I feel like one of those cat owners whose cat likes their friend more watching this.”
“Pfft— Avery, she pays our rent and feeds us, yet she’s the housepet?”
“You know that isn’t what I mean! I just mean that I can’t believe I’ve been replaced so easily.” He’s smiling as he says this. It’s all in good fun.
“Avery, you got replaced by Marigold. You’ll be alright.”
“I’m gonna kick both of your asses,” Creepy cuts in, her remarkably peaceful tone contrasting the threat.
There is a small snicker before Glitchy starts to fully laugh for the first time in a year or so. He honestly forgot how it felt to laugh like that, he feels grateful that someone finally brought it out of him.
HUS!Glitchy: "Hey now, this is a time for relaxing. You can chase them later."
As the night stretches on Glitchy begins to feel himself dozing off so he takes off his glasses and lays into the couch, trying to keep his attention on the movie but failing.
Avery: "I wish we had more moments like this...I could get used to it."
Glitchy watches Avery lay onto Derek as he smiles slightly, watching the other start to blush slightly. However he doesn't say anything as the four relax as the movie continues playing in the background.
[OOC: The fact this went from intense to wholesome is so wonderful! I love it so much. This is so adorable.
((I just thought of something unhinged. Fully unhinged. It has been brought to my attention [by me] that I could simply get you involved in the lore idea I’ve been rotating in my head for too long now with no idea as to how to execute it!!
Humanoid Scholars, present day :]))
One of the rare times when everybody is home, there’s a knock at the door. When it’s answered (by someone other than Creepy or Avery— I’ve highkey been thinking Glitchy, hence why I’ve been stuck, but Derek would also work here), the knocker is revealed to be a handsome stranger. He’s a classic princely type - fluffy swoopy heartthrob hair, straight nose, perfect smile, expensive-looking clothes - and the bouquet of red roses in his arms completes the look. With a bright, confident smile, he starts to speak.
“My love, I’ve finally-!” He stops suddenly when he finally registers the person in front of him, his smile dropping.
“Excuse you. I mean—“ He then clears his throat, and the handsome smile comes back tenfold. If this were an anime, he would be sparkling.
“Pardon me. Where is she?”
(@xxacreaturefeaturexx)
[hmm i'll use Glitchy XD {low-key cause I know how he'd respond in this situation more}]
The seven foot man stands in the door frame leaning to one side as he looks the man up and down, he seems to look decent enough. But the sudden presence is still something to be questioned. As Glitchy goes to speak he also pulls out his phone
HUS!Glitchy:"I'm sorry but you're going to have to be specific; and please state who you are for the sake of security."
(We’re about to get into Creepy’s backstory! CWs: parental neglect, entitlement, and “implications”, though nothing is explicitly stated. Under a line break bc this is LONG lol)
As Creepy notices Glitchy opening his arm for her, she briefly bluescreens. There’s an extended moment of staring as her heart starts up a trapeze act in her chest, but she accepts the offer, tucking herself into his side. Marigold, the good little dog she is, steps out of her lap to go flop into Avery's.
"Okay… Let's take it from the top." She raises her hand and snaps her fingers, readying herself. "So, first and foremost, disregard Avery's timeline."
"Hey."
She sits up and leans away from Glitchy for a moment, toward Avery. "You really wanna 'hey' me right now, Avery? You really wanna 'hey' me?"
"My bad,” Avery replies, raising a hand in surrender in the middle of burying his fingers in Marigold’s fur.
"…All good. Anyways." Creepy settles again, her fingertips pressing hard into the spaces in front of her ears in an attempt to ease the forming ache.
"Mother dearest… The Dranshee Queen of the Fashion World. Anyone with any form of media exposure knows that name, which is really unfortunate for me as her only daughter. Her,, hoard is her fashion house. Her name, her reputation. If she isn't Francesca LaDoma, then why even be alive?" She barks out a very forced laugh.
"I'm still not even sure to this day if she wanted a daughter or if she wanted a doll. The second it came out that I had her eye for measuring and Coco Chanel-level fabric confidence at six, she was over the moon. A mini her! Sure, I didn't look like her, but that was nothing a little hair dye couldn't fix." She stops and snaps her head upward for flourish.
"Except then I looked emo in first grade. My dad was annoyed, too, 'cuz he was worried it would affect my natural colour. Didn't, by the way, as you can see." She gestures toward her head at 'didn't' before continuing.
"Anyways.. I've known Adrien for much longer than I've known Avery. Avery hates that fact, by the way. It’s really funny.” She leans up to whisper that to Glitchy before sitting down again. “It was one of those 'our moms were friends in high school, so now we're friends as babies' deals, y'know? But.. yeah, he was my best friend." She stops to take a breath, wringing her hands together.
"And he seriously wasn't that bad! He was funny. He was sweet, cute.. I… I did like him. So when it was brought to my attention at maybe ten by mother dearest that he and I were slated to be married when we were older, I was like 'Oh, cool. I get to keep my best friend and I get a built-in future husband? Fine by me.' He asked me to be his girlfriend the summer after our fifth grade graduation, and I wanted a glimpse at my potential future, so I was like 'Hell yeah!'" She meets Glitchy's eye and mouths a 'nooo' while shaking her head.
"I sure got a glimpse, alright. We were together for maybe a month, and he got real comfortable being undeservedly bossy. Blah blah blah 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that. He started being all gripe-y and mean and it was the single most annoying thing I'd ever been subjected to at that point, so I was like 'Forget that. I'm not spending my life chained to this. Either switch up your attitude or I'm telling my mom and this is off'." Reacting to her own words, she claps her hands together while slumping backward, her dead tired expression conveying "this bitch,” before her face scrunches up for the mockery section.
"'No, this can't be off. Mama said you and I were connected by fate. You can't just walk away. Your mommy won't let you.' And I. Said. Watch me." She abruptly drops her head into her hands.
"I'm about to let you guys in on a secret." When she raises her head again, she has a visibly strained, visibly fake smile on. Her shoulders are drawn up, and despite trying to utilize her body language and tone to lighten the atmosphere, her poker face is practically nonexistent.
"That little faux pas? Deciding I didn’t want to be chained to someone who clearly didn’t even like me as a person? Screwed my life for the worse. Because apparently- Apparently, this would be the first moment I realize–" She throws her hands up, getting more animated with her rant.
"My mom doesn't like me! I ran to her because he had— He had tried something after I threatened to walk, but she wasn't hearing it! No daughter of hers would be quitting a relationship so important! She didn't approve of what he had done, but meh! Maybe it's okay for her little fashionista to start early!! Screw me, I guess! Not literally!" Through this part of it, she had begun curling uncomfortably, tucking her knees up against her chest and tangling her fingers in her hair.
"..." After a few seconds, she loosens her grip and turns, her back pressing into Glitchy as she leans on him with her head down.
"But y'know what's worse than your mom, the dragon, not liking you? Your mom, the dragon, going from 'this is my plaything' to 'this is my competition.' For her title. Her so-called hoard. From 'awwh, she's just like me' to 'damn it, she's just like me.'” She chokes out a rueful laugh. “I was screwed from the start, and I'll be paying for it forever."
[OOC: hehehe we do love characters opening up, we do >:)]
Glitchy watched as Creepy's posture declined along with her mental state as she was talking, that once she had leaned back into him he pulled her close to him in a tight hug. Feeling the rage inside him boils which causes the hickory smell to get stronger.
HUS!Glitchy: "I can't believe that woman...she may be the fashion "Icon" but she is just a stupid brat that was spoiled....I'm so sorry that you had to go through that.."
He just held her after she stopped speaking; trying to keep tears from spilling down his cheeks. Trying to wrap his head around what he's just been told he feels the old him trying to creep back...the one who had to fight. But when he looks down at Creepy he realizes that there is something more important in the moment...making sure she's going to be safe.
But at the same time he pulls out his phone as he sends a couple messages to certain individuals, his mind already being set in motion.
HUS!Glitchy: "How are you feeling after all that?...and...I promise you Creepy, If I need to raise the flames of the underworld...i'm going to get you the justice you deserve."
Something about the tone of his voice gives the room a strange sense of calm but also unease. However Marigold jumps down and grabs the remote from the table and pushes it to Creepy, wanting to offer the idea of a distraction.
Derek: "...I'm not sure she wants a distraction right now Goldie."
Avery: "maybe we can share something about ourselves as well so it isn't just her??"
Marigold looks over before she jumps back up onto the couch, watching over the group as a whole.
[OOC: Glitchy about to confront her mom with evidence with the media; at lease that's what in my head XD]
Creepy lets herself relax into Glitchy’s hold, forcing herself to focus on her breathing and on the gentle warmth of her experiences, her thoughts, being validated. Francesca LaDoma’s reputation is solid Teflon. She worked for her place at the top. Worked all the way up from absolutely nothing. Wouldn’t she make an amazing mother?
She doesn’t realize that she’s trembling. Doesn’t realize that Glitchy had take his phone out, sent out some messages. She’s simply.. upset. This doesn’t last long, though, because the pleasing smell of hickory filling her nose serves to distract her from her thoughts.
“What is that? I’m not the only one smelling that, right?”
When she’s asked how she’s feeling, she presses her face into Glitchy’s shirt, letting his presence ground her. “Like trash... But it’s fine, I’m making peace with it.” After a few seconds, she pulls her face away and sits up straight.
“If that wicked woman wants competition, I’ll do as I always have and give her hell. I was born with the means to, after all. And watching her have her meltdowns when her own spawn takes her down a peg has always been incredibly satisfying. I’m already looking forward to next time.” She starts to smile, running her tongue over her teeth, but just as she’s about to continue, Marigold tries to give her the remote.
“Oh, baby,” she croons joyously. “Sweet lil’ honey fuzz. My little lady.” When Marigold hops back up onto the couch, she gets lovingly manhandled and kissed repeatedly on the head before being released.
[OOC: uh oh— Good luck to him in very very many ways if he actually goes for it 👀]
Glitchy keeps creepy close as he rubs the back of his head, letting a slight nervous chuckle.
HUS!Glitchy: "That uh...That smell might be coming from me actually."
Glitchy lets Creepy sit up as he also re-positions himself, just glad that it seems that Creepy is calming down.
HUS!Glitchy: "Well the good thing is that you have to do it alone anymore, you have the three of us to help you. With the four of us you're sure to get to the top, I mean look how talented you are! Your ideas and visions are so much more astonishing than that woman's."
Glitchy smiles softly as he looks into Creepy's eyes, even when she cries he finds them radiant.
HUS!Glitchy: "I promise, none of us are leaving..and if I have to say it daily I will."
Smiling as he watches the interaction between Creepy and Marigold, finding it adorable. Before looking over to Avery, as the man speaks.
HUS!Glitchy: "What exactly would any of us talk about??"
"Wait really?" On sheer, pure impulse, Creepy twists around and presses her nose to Glitchy's shirt, breathing in.
"It is!! Oh, wow." She pulls back, her curiosity sated. "I was worried I was experiencing some kind of mental break."
As she settles down once again, Glitchy starts speaking to her, and she finds that she has to avert her gaze at his compliments. "Thank you," she starts, a bashful little smile on her face. "I mean- Not to toot my own horn, but who else do you know would come up with a wardrobe centered around leather and lace?" Lover of compliments, yet unable to accept them like a normal person. Carlotta "Creepy" LaDoma, everybody.
Anyways.
When she finally does meet his eyes again, she's nearly knocked onto her ass (metaphorically.) The way he's looking at her, combined with that soft smile as he assures her? She's keeping him, she decides right then and there. No matter what they end up as, she's keeping this wonderful man in her life without a doubt.
Out loud, she's at a loss for words. "Can.. can I..." Before she can finish the question, she remembers that she's been pretty much all over him this entire time, and he's been encouraging it. So instead of being silly and asking for a hug in spite of all of that, she simply goes for it, her movements slow and a little hesitant out of embarrassment, though she ends up exactly where she needs to be in the end.
[OOC: I smell MESS on the horizon. This is gonna be. something LOLLL]
Glitchy chuckles as Creepy buried her nose into his shirt again, finding the reactions comical.
HUS!Glitchy: "Yeah, i'm not sure why it happens but it tends to start when I get worked up..but I'm glad none of you seem to mind."
He nods along as Creepy speaks, remembering all the shows he's seen in passing and just the regular projects she works on. His favorite being a pastel pink ensemble that was part of the same line.
HUS!Glitchy: "I know that I wouldn't have come up with nearly half of the ideas you did, seeing you work is an art form.."
Glitchy's ears turn pink from the sudden hug, but he accepts it all the same; gently wrapping his arms around her once again. Closing his eyes as he gently rests his chin on her head, keeping her as close as he can while still giving her the space she wants.
Derek: "Why don't you two do another Collab..but do a public show this time? The things you've both made could probably knock the entire competition down."
Glitchy opens his eyes to look at Derek, slightly unsure about the suggestion..it's been awhile since he's done a public show because of what happened last time. But maybe it was time to try again, and with Creepy by his side...maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
HUS!Glitchy: "I'm not so sure...I haven't done something like that in awhile....last time was....I'm not sure how to explain it."
He just holds Creepy tighter as he tries to fight the memories that are trying to flood his mind.
[OOC: Oh when he wasn't too; Glitchy can be Methodical! He is scarily accurate when he wants something done or taken care of. This wouldn't be any different. {He is going to take that woman down one way or another XD}
"Awh, worked up?" Creepy's voice is muffled slightly by Glitchy's chest, feeling an overwhelming sense of ease as she's tucked under his chin. “I didn’t know that was a thing. You’re like a.. walking incense stick.” Her voice softens the more she relaxes, happily smushing her face into his body.
And then Derek makes his suggestion, and she goes from ‘may or may not fall asleep’ to ‘fully alert’ as she sits up with a gasp. She looks between Derek and Glitchy before she’s pulled in again, her smile pressed over his heart.
“Personally, I would love that. We’re already used to designing together, and I’ve done enough shows that I know the ins and outs. We could make it happen,” she chirps. “I have a showcase coming up, too. You could get a behind-the-scenes exclusive.”
When Glitchy’s arms tighten around her, she finds herself in absolute paradise. She lives for this kind of pressure on her (and has tried to tempt the giant into acting as her weighted blanket, with.. negative results thus far) but if there’s anything she knows.. it’s that he is Excessively Careful. With her, with Marigold, literally everybody. Which means, in her head, he probably isn’t giving her the ‘favorite plushie’ treatment of his own accord. So, reluctantly, she risks the loss of pressure and pats him to get his attention.
“Are you okay up there, big guy?”
[OOC: Oh yes! I don’t doubt he’s super methodical I love this man severely LOL—]
Glitchy was snapped out of his trance as Creepy sits back up again, excited at Derek's idea which makes him smile.
HUS!Glitchy: "We'll see, I might take you up on the offer.."
Despite his chuckles, Glitchy was still slightly hesitant, and just continues to hold her tight, debating whether to answer her question...but he thinks Better late then never right..?
HUS!Glitchy: "It's just the last show I did.... some of it's audience didn't take too kindly to me; neither did the other stylist. They never saw someone "damaged" that was a stylist...So I was thrown out in a sense.....or well that's the shortened version of what happened.."
Before anyone can say anything, Marigold jumps onto the table and just stares at Glitchy. Which has been known to mean that he isn't telling the full thing, and he also knows it which causes him to sigh.
HUS!Glitchy: "Alright..Alright Mari, you don't have to tell me twice okay? There was more that happened; at the end of the show while I was backstage...I had won actually and my line was bought, which I guess the other stylist didn't like...they called me an "outsider rookie"...my shoulder is still suffering their rage."
Glitchy kinda shrunk into the corner of the couch as he was speaking, subconsciously putting himself into a corner like he was back then. Falling back into silence as he gently pulls Creepy closer to him once again, as having her near also calms him down.
[OOC: :D a chance for him to go feral/ flex his status is a win in his book XD
Okay, it seems calling attention didn’t make Glitchy realize that he’s holding Creepy tightly.
Best outcome, in her opinion.
But then he starts telling his story, and…
“What the hell,” she hisses. “They can’t do that!”
When she hears Marigold’s paws hit the table, she twists her upper body around to get a look at her. She sees the way the golden dog eyes Glitchy, and she’s just opening her mouth to ask him when she feels him sigh.
“…” The rest of the story is told, and Creepy goes from irritated to livid. Even though she’s technically out of Glitchy’s direct line of sight, the way she heats up and stiffens tells him just about everything he would need to know.
‘They’ll pay. They hurt you? They will pay,’ her mind chants.
But at the moment, Creepy is incredibly comfortable. She doesn’t know when an opportunity like this will come again, so she chooses to play it smart as she holds up a hand for Avery’s attention.
“Avery, I need you to get me names.”
“…” He definitely looks like he wants to, but he directs the attention to Derek.
“Der, we need names.”
Derek blinks, then directs the attention back to Glitchy.
Glitchy looks up as he snaps out of another trance he had fallen under as he notices the stares from the others. As he begins to speak he gently runs his fingers through Creepy's hair to try and soothe her anger.
HUS!Glitchy: "It's been awhile so I don't really remember the audience's names...as for the stylist's...that weirdos name is starting to feel familiar...I think they mentioned it before...but the last name was something like...Cradeline? It's on the studio's website I believe...it was a couple years ago"
Glitchy continues to think as if he doesn't realize just how much weight his words just fell onto the other three. Unaware that Derek had already gotten his laptop before he speaks again.
HUS!Glitchy: "If my memory serves right...it's Estella...Estella Cradeline. She was a nightmare of a woman even before the show, always trying to sneak in on my work...I'm not sure what her goal was with that though."
Derek: " I found the studio page and the show's guest book...there are a lot of high ranking names on here....wait, your real name is Makoto?"
Glitchy slightly jumped at hearing his first name again, his gaze shooting straight over to Derek. His tone being slightly angry...
HUS!Glitchy: "Did they seriously not listen to me when I said to put Glitchy?! ugh...typical, that studio always does things like that...Yes, it is. But I go by Glitchy because it's more comfortable for me...However if you guys call me by that name it won't bother me, I trust you all enough to know...also as you might've heard earlier...my last name is actually BloodBloom. "
Glitchy sighs as he calms himself down again, It has been awhile since he's been able to talk about his own experiences. A slight smile forms on his face as he looks back down at Creepy, before chuckling slightly.
HUS!Glitchy: "You can move anytime you want to..just let me know."
[OOC: Yay more lore drop for Glitchy XD he's also been aware the whole time {I was thinking that Estella knew Adiren's family somehow; but his name could've just been on the guest book too}
The second Glitchy’s fingers are in Creepy’s hair, any and all tension melts away. She definitely tries her best not to, but her baser instincts take over and she goes boneless against him with a satisfied rumble from somewhere deep in her chest.
“Cradeline,” she repeats, her voice all soft and sweet as she takes a mental note.
“Estella Cradeline? I see~ I’ll take care of it…” Yeah. Uh. It appears that Glitchy has found the button to completely and totally disarm the Creepy bomb.
Her eyes widen when she feels him jump, and she tilts her head up, her nose pressing softly to the underside of his chin.
“Mmh? Oh, Glitchy is… Ahaha, I see. Twinniiing,” she comments with a giggle. She is very, very tempted to repeat the name the second she hears it, but she knows better. However, when he more or less gives the verbal equivalent of a thumbs-up, all bets are off.
“Oh, I’m just fine where I am. Don’t worry about it.” With a deep breath, she rubs her cheek against him as she gets nice and extra comfortable.
“I just want to say it once,” she starts, a warning of sorts so as to not catch Glitchy completely off guard.
“…Makoto..
…
Hmph. I like Glitchy more.”
[OOC: LORE DROP LORE DROP LORE DROP!! ALSO LMAO? {OOOOOOO oh that would be sick that would make sense IMO I’m down for that go nuts!!}]
Glitchy smiles, giving a slight nod as he lets Creepy get comfortable. Still running his fingers through her hair as he lets the calmness wash over him.
HUS!Glitchy: "Maybe we should call the investigations for tonight, it's gotten pretty dark out. How about we all watch a movie or something and we can resume in the morning?"
Avery: "I like the sound of that honestly, what about you guys?"
Glitchy looks out the window at the night sky as the streetlights come on, feeling like he's been blessed with the life he has now even if he thinks he's done nothing to deserve it.
[OOC: Ey! bet! hmm could be another friend or family in a way XD {also Glitchy is just glad that he doesn't have to hide his actual name around them anymore}
((I just thought of something unhinged. Fully unhinged. It has been brought to my attention [by me] that I could simply get you involved in the lore idea I’ve been rotating in my head for too long now with no idea as to how to execute it!!
Humanoid Scholars, present day :]))
One of the rare times when everybody is home, there’s a knock at the door. When it’s answered (by someone other than Creepy or Avery— I’ve highkey been thinking Glitchy, hence why I’ve been stuck, but Derek would also work here), the knocker is revealed to be a handsome stranger. He’s a classic princely type - fluffy swoopy heartthrob hair, straight nose, perfect smile, expensive-looking clothes - and the bouquet of red roses in his arms completes the look. With a bright, confident smile, he starts to speak.
“My love, I’ve finally-!” He stops suddenly when he finally registers the person in front of him, his smile dropping.
“Excuse you. I mean—“ He then clears his throat, and the handsome smile comes back tenfold. If this were an anime, he would be sparkling.
“Pardon me. Where is she?”
(@xxacreaturefeaturexx)
[hmm i'll use Glitchy XD {low-key cause I know how he'd respond in this situation more}]
The seven foot man stands in the door frame leaning to one side as he looks the man up and down, he seems to look decent enough. But the sudden presence is still something to be questioned. As Glitchy goes to speak he also pulls out his phone
HUS!Glitchy:"I'm sorry but you're going to have to be specific; and please state who you are for the sake of security."
(We’re about to get into Creepy’s backstory! CWs: parental neglect, entitlement, and “implications”, though nothing is explicitly stated. Under a line break bc this is LONG lol)
As Creepy notices Glitchy opening his arm for her, she briefly bluescreens. There’s an extended moment of staring as her heart starts up a trapeze act in her chest, but she accepts the offer, tucking herself into his side. Marigold, the good little dog she is, steps out of her lap to go flop into Avery's.
"Okay… Let's take it from the top." She raises her hand and snaps her fingers, readying herself. "So, first and foremost, disregard Avery's timeline."
"Hey."
She sits up and leans away from Glitchy for a moment, toward Avery. "You really wanna 'hey' me right now, Avery? You really wanna 'hey' me?"
"My bad,” Avery replies, raising a hand in surrender in the middle of burying his fingers in Marigold’s fur.
"…All good. Anyways." Creepy settles again, her fingertips pressing hard into the spaces in front of her ears in an attempt to ease the forming ache.
"Mother dearest… The Dranshee Queen of the Fashion World. Anyone with any form of media exposure knows that name, which is really unfortunate for me as her only daughter. Her,, hoard is her fashion house. Her name, her reputation. If she isn't Francesca LaDoma, then why even be alive?" She barks out a very forced laugh.
"I'm still not even sure to this day if she wanted a daughter or if she wanted a doll. The second it came out that I had her eye for measuring and Coco Chanel-level fabric confidence at six, she was over the moon. A mini her! Sure, I didn't look like her, but that was nothing a little hair dye couldn't fix." She stops and snaps her head upward for flourish.
"Except then I looked emo in first grade. My dad was annoyed, too, 'cuz he was worried it would affect my natural colour. Didn't, by the way, as you can see." She gestures toward her head at 'didn't' before continuing.
"Anyways.. I've known Adrien for much longer than I've known Avery. Avery hates that fact, by the way. It’s really funny.” She leans up to whisper that to Glitchy before sitting down again. “It was one of those 'our moms were friends in high school, so now we're friends as babies' deals, y'know? But.. yeah, he was my best friend." She stops to take a breath, wringing her hands together.
"And he seriously wasn't that bad! He was funny. He was sweet, cute.. I… I did like him. So when it was brought to my attention at maybe ten by mother dearest that he and I were slated to be married when we were older, I was like 'Oh, cool. I get to keep my best friend and I get a built-in future husband? Fine by me.' He asked me to be his girlfriend the summer after our fifth grade graduation, and I wanted a glimpse at my potential future, so I was like 'Hell yeah!'" She meets Glitchy's eye and mouths a 'nooo' while shaking her head.
"I sure got a glimpse, alright. We were together for maybe a month, and he got real comfortable being undeservedly bossy. Blah blah blah 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that. He started being all gripe-y and mean and it was the single most annoying thing I'd ever been subjected to at that point, so I was like 'Forget that. I'm not spending my life chained to this. Either switch up your attitude or I'm telling my mom and this is off'." Reacting to her own words, she claps her hands together while slumping backward, her dead tired expression conveying "this bitch,” before her face scrunches up for the mockery section.
"'No, this can't be off. Mama said you and I were connected by fate. You can't just walk away. Your mommy won't let you.' And I. Said. Watch me." She abruptly drops her head into her hands.
"I'm about to let you guys in on a secret." When she raises her head again, she has a visibly strained, visibly fake smile on. Her shoulders are drawn up, and despite trying to utilize her body language and tone to lighten the atmosphere, her poker face is practically nonexistent.
"That little faux pas? Deciding I didn’t want to be chained to someone who clearly didn’t even like me as a person? Screwed my life for the worse. Because apparently- Apparently, this would be the first moment I realize–" She throws her hands up, getting more animated with her rant.
"My mom doesn't like me! I ran to her because he had— He had tried something after I threatened to walk, but she wasn't hearing it! No daughter of hers would be quitting a relationship so important! She didn't approve of what he had done, but meh! Maybe it's okay for her little fashionista to start early!! Screw me, I guess! Not literally!" Through this part of it, she had begun curling uncomfortably, tucking her knees up against her chest and tangling her fingers in her hair.
"..." After a few seconds, she loosens her grip and turns, her back pressing into Glitchy as she leans on him with her head down.
"But y'know what's worse than your mom, the dragon, not liking you? Your mom, the dragon, going from 'this is my plaything' to 'this is my competition.' For her title. Her so-called hoard. From 'awwh, she's just like me' to 'damn it, she's just like me.'” She chokes out a rueful laugh. “I was screwed from the start, and I'll be paying for it forever."
[OOC: hehehe we do love characters opening up, we do >:)]
Glitchy watched as Creepy's posture declined along with her mental state as she was talking, that once she had leaned back into him he pulled her close to him in a tight hug. Feeling the rage inside him boils which causes the hickory smell to get stronger.
HUS!Glitchy: "I can't believe that woman...she may be the fashion "Icon" but she is just a stupid brat that was spoiled....I'm so sorry that you had to go through that.."
He just held her after she stopped speaking; trying to keep tears from spilling down his cheeks. Trying to wrap his head around what he's just been told he feels the old him trying to creep back...the one who had to fight. But when he looks down at Creepy he realizes that there is something more important in the moment...making sure she's going to be safe.
But at the same time he pulls out his phone as he sends a couple messages to certain individuals, his mind already being set in motion.
HUS!Glitchy: "How are you feeling after all that?...and...I promise you Creepy, If I need to raise the flames of the underworld...i'm going to get you the justice you deserve."
Something about the tone of his voice gives the room a strange sense of calm but also unease. However Marigold jumps down and grabs the remote from the table and pushes it to Creepy, wanting to offer the idea of a distraction.
Derek: "...I'm not sure she wants a distraction right now Goldie."
Avery: "maybe we can share something about ourselves as well so it isn't just her??"
Marigold looks over before she jumps back up onto the couch, watching over the group as a whole.
[OOC: Glitchy about to confront her mom with evidence with the media; at lease that's what in my head XD]
Creepy lets herself relax into Glitchy’s hold, forcing herself to focus on her breathing and on the gentle warmth of her experiences, her thoughts, being validated. Francesca LaDoma’s reputation is solid Teflon. She worked for her place at the top. Worked all the way up from absolutely nothing. Wouldn’t she make an amazing mother?
She doesn’t realize that she’s trembling. Doesn’t realize that Glitchy had take his phone out, sent out some messages. She’s simply.. upset. This doesn’t last long, though, because the pleasing smell of hickory filling her nose serves to distract her from her thoughts.
“What is that? I’m not the only one smelling that, right?”
When she’s asked how she’s feeling, she presses her face into Glitchy’s shirt, letting his presence ground her. “Like trash... But it’s fine, I’m making peace with it.” After a few seconds, she pulls her face away and sits up straight.
“If that wicked woman wants competition, I’ll do as I always have and give her hell. I was born with the means to, after all. And watching her have her meltdowns when her own spawn takes her down a peg has always been incredibly satisfying. I’m already looking forward to next time.” She starts to smile, running her tongue over her teeth, but just as she’s about to continue, Marigold tries to give her the remote.
“Oh, baby,” she croons joyously. “Sweet lil’ honey fuzz. My little lady.” When Marigold hops back up onto the couch, she gets lovingly manhandled and kissed repeatedly on the head before being released.
[OOC: uh oh— Good luck to him in very very many ways if he actually goes for it 👀]
Glitchy keeps creepy close as he rubs the back of his head, letting a slight nervous chuckle.
HUS!Glitchy: "That uh...That smell might be coming from me actually."
Glitchy lets Creepy sit up as he also re-positions himself, just glad that it seems that Creepy is calming down.
HUS!Glitchy: "Well the good thing is that you have to do it alone anymore, you have the three of us to help you. With the four of us you're sure to get to the top, I mean look how talented you are! Your ideas and visions are so much more astonishing than that woman's."
Glitchy smiles softly as he looks into Creepy's eyes, even when she cries he finds them radiant.
HUS!Glitchy: "I promise, none of us are leaving..and if I have to say it daily I will."
Smiling as he watches the interaction between Creepy and Marigold, finding it adorable. Before looking over to Avery, as the man speaks.
HUS!Glitchy: "What exactly would any of us talk about??"
"Wait really?" On sheer, pure impulse, Creepy twists around and presses her nose to Glitchy's shirt, breathing in.
"It is!! Oh, wow." She pulls back, her curiosity sated. "I was worried I was experiencing some kind of mental break."
As she settles down once again, Glitchy starts speaking to her, and she finds that she has to avert her gaze at his compliments. "Thank you," she starts, a bashful little smile on her face. "I mean- Not to toot my own horn, but who else do you know would come up with a wardrobe centered around leather and lace?" Lover of compliments, yet unable to accept them like a normal person. Carlotta "Creepy" LaDoma, everybody.
Anyways.
When she finally does meet his eyes again, she's nearly knocked onto her ass (metaphorically.) The way he's looking at her, combined with that soft smile as he assures her? She's keeping him, she decides right then and there. No matter what they end up as, she's keeping this wonderful man in her life without a doubt.
Out loud, she's at a loss for words. "Can.. can I..." Before she can finish the question, she remembers that she's been pretty much all over him this entire time, and he's been encouraging it. So instead of being silly and asking for a hug in spite of all of that, she simply goes for it, her movements slow and a little hesitant out of embarrassment, though she ends up exactly where she needs to be in the end.
[OOC: I smell MESS on the horizon. This is gonna be. something LOLLL]
Glitchy chuckles as Creepy buried her nose into his shirt again, finding the reactions comical.
HUS!Glitchy: "Yeah, i'm not sure why it happens but it tends to start when I get worked up..but I'm glad none of you seem to mind."
He nods along as Creepy speaks, remembering all the shows he's seen in passing and just the regular projects she works on. His favorite being a pastel pink ensemble that was part of the same line.
HUS!Glitchy: "I know that I wouldn't have come up with nearly half of the ideas you did, seeing you work is an art form.."
Glitchy's ears turn pink from the sudden hug, but he accepts it all the same; gently wrapping his arms around her once again. Closing his eyes as he gently rests his chin on her head, keeping her as close as he can while still giving her the space she wants.
Derek: "Why don't you two do another Collab..but do a public show this time? The things you've both made could probably knock the entire competition down."
Glitchy opens his eyes to look at Derek, slightly unsure about the suggestion..it's been awhile since he's done a public show because of what happened last time. But maybe it was time to try again, and with Creepy by his side...maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
HUS!Glitchy: "I'm not so sure...I haven't done something like that in awhile....last time was....I'm not sure how to explain it."
He just holds Creepy tighter as he tries to fight the memories that are trying to flood his mind.
[OOC: Oh when he wasn't too; Glitchy can be Methodical! He is scarily accurate when he wants something done or taken care of. This wouldn't be any different. {He is going to take that woman down one way or another XD}
"Awh, worked up?" Creepy's voice is muffled slightly by Glitchy's chest, feeling an overwhelming sense of ease as she's tucked under his chin. “I didn’t know that was a thing. You’re like a.. walking incense stick.” Her voice softens the more she relaxes, happily smushing her face into his body.
And then Derek makes his suggestion, and she goes from ‘may or may not fall asleep’ to ‘fully alert’ as she sits up with a gasp. She looks between Derek and Glitchy before she’s pulled in again, her smile pressed over his heart.
“Personally, I would love that. We’re already used to designing together, and I’ve done enough shows that I know the ins and outs. We could make it happen,” she chirps. “I have a showcase coming up, too. You could get a behind-the-scenes exclusive.”
When Glitchy’s arms tighten around her, she finds herself in absolute paradise. She lives for this kind of pressure on her (and has tried to tempt the giant into acting as her weighted blanket, with.. negative results thus far) but if there’s anything she knows.. it’s that he is Excessively Careful. With her, with Marigold, literally everybody. Which means, in her head, he probably isn’t giving her the ‘favorite plushie’ treatment of his own accord. So, reluctantly, she risks the loss of pressure and pats him to get his attention.
“Are you okay up there, big guy?”
[OOC: Oh yes! I don’t doubt he’s super methodical I love this man severely LOL—]
Glitchy was snapped out of his trance as Creepy sits back up again, excited at Derek's idea which makes him smile.
HUS!Glitchy: "We'll see, I might take you up on the offer.."
Despite his chuckles, Glitchy was still slightly hesitant, and just continues to hold her tight, debating whether to answer her question...but he thinks Better late then never right..?
HUS!Glitchy: "It's just the last show I did.... some of it's audience didn't take too kindly to me; neither did the other stylist. They never saw someone "damaged" that was a stylist...So I was thrown out in a sense.....or well that's the shortened version of what happened.."
Before anyone can say anything, Marigold jumps onto the table and just stares at Glitchy. Which has been known to mean that he isn't telling the full thing, and he also knows it which causes him to sigh.
HUS!Glitchy: "Alright..Alright Mari, you don't have to tell me twice okay? There was more that happened; at the end of the show while I was backstage...I had won actually and my line was bought, which I guess the other stylist didn't like...they called me an "outsider rookie"...my shoulder is still suffering their rage."
Glitchy kinda shrunk into the corner of the couch as he was speaking, subconsciously putting himself into a corner like he was back then. Falling back into silence as he gently pulls Creepy closer to him once again, as having her near also calms him down.
[OOC: :D a chance for him to go feral/ flex his status is a win in his book XD
Okay, it seems calling attention didn’t make Glitchy realize that he’s holding Creepy tightly.
Best outcome, in her opinion.
But then he starts telling his story, and…
“What the hell,” she hisses. “They can’t do that!”
When she hears Marigold’s paws hit the table, she twists her upper body around to get a look at her. She sees the way the golden dog eyes Glitchy, and she’s just opening her mouth to ask him when she feels him sigh.
“…” The rest of the story is told, and Creepy goes from irritated to livid. Even though she’s technically out of Glitchy’s direct line of sight, the way she heats up and stiffens tells him just about everything he would need to know.
‘They’ll pay. They hurt you? They will pay,’ her mind chants.
But at the moment, Creepy is incredibly comfortable. She doesn’t know when an opportunity like this will come again, so she chooses to play it smart as she holds up a hand for Avery’s attention.
“Avery, I need you to get me names.”
“…” He definitely looks like he wants to, but he directs the attention to Derek.
“Der, we need names.”
Derek blinks, then directs the attention back to Glitchy.
Glitchy looks up as he snaps out of another trance he had fallen under as he notices the stares from the others. As he begins to speak he gently runs his fingers through Creepy's hair to try and soothe her anger.
HUS!Glitchy: "It's been awhile so I don't really remember the audience's names...as for the stylist's...that weirdos name is starting to feel familiar...I think they mentioned it before...but the last name was something like...Cradeline? It's on the studio's website I believe...it was a couple years ago"
Glitchy continues to think as if he doesn't realize just how much weight his words just fell onto the other three. Unaware that Derek had already gotten his laptop before he speaks again.
HUS!Glitchy: "If my memory serves right...it's Estella...Estella Cradeline. She was a nightmare of a woman even before the show, always trying to sneak in on my work...I'm not sure what her goal was with that though."
Derek: " I found the studio page and the show's guest book...there are a lot of high ranking names on here....wait, your real name is Makoto?"
Glitchy slightly jumped at hearing his first name again, his gaze shooting straight over to Derek. His tone being slightly angry...
HUS!Glitchy: "Did they seriously not listen to me when I said to put Glitchy?! ugh...typical, that studio always does things like that...Yes, it is. But I go by Glitchy because it's more comfortable for me...However if you guys call me by that name it won't bother me, I trust you all enough to know...also as you might've heard earlier...my last name is actually BloodBloom. "
Glitchy sighs as he calms himself down again, It has been awhile since he's been able to talk about his own experiences. A slight smile forms on his face as he looks back down at Creepy, before chuckling slightly.
HUS!Glitchy: "You can move anytime you want to..just let me know."
[OOC: Yay more lore drop for Glitchy XD he's also been aware the whole time {I was thinking that Estella knew Adiren's family somehow; but his name could've just been on the guest book too}
((I just thought of something unhinged. Fully unhinged. It has been brought to my attention [by me] that I could simply get you involved in the lore idea I’ve been rotating in my head for too long now with no idea as to how to execute it!!
Humanoid Scholars, present day :]))
One of the rare times when everybody is home, there’s a knock at the door. When it’s answered (by someone other than Creepy or Avery— I’ve highkey been thinking Glitchy, hence why I’ve been stuck, but Derek would also work here), the knocker is revealed to be a handsome stranger. He’s a classic princely type - fluffy swoopy heartthrob hair, straight nose, perfect smile, expensive-looking clothes - and the bouquet of red roses in his arms completes the look. With a bright, confident smile, he starts to speak.
“My love, I’ve finally-!” He stops suddenly when he finally registers the person in front of him, his smile dropping.
“Excuse you. I mean—“ He then clears his throat, and the handsome smile comes back tenfold. If this were an anime, he would be sparkling.
“Pardon me. Where is she?”
(@xxacreaturefeaturexx)
[hmm i'll use Glitchy XD {low-key cause I know how he'd respond in this situation more}]
The seven foot man stands in the door frame leaning to one side as he looks the man up and down, he seems to look decent enough. But the sudden presence is still something to be questioned. As Glitchy goes to speak he also pulls out his phone
HUS!Glitchy:"I'm sorry but you're going to have to be specific; and please state who you are for the sake of security."
(We’re about to get into Creepy’s backstory! CWs: parental neglect, entitlement, and “implications”, though nothing is explicitly stated. Under a line break bc this is LONG lol)
As Creepy notices Glitchy opening his arm for her, she briefly bluescreens. There’s an extended moment of staring as her heart starts up a trapeze act in her chest, but she accepts the offer, tucking herself into his side. Marigold, the good little dog she is, steps out of her lap to go flop into Avery's.
"Okay… Let's take it from the top." She raises her hand and snaps her fingers, readying herself. "So, first and foremost, disregard Avery's timeline."
"Hey."
She sits up and leans away from Glitchy for a moment, toward Avery. "You really wanna 'hey' me right now, Avery? You really wanna 'hey' me?"
"My bad,” Avery replies, raising a hand in surrender in the middle of burying his fingers in Marigold’s fur.
"…All good. Anyways." Creepy settles again, her fingertips pressing hard into the spaces in front of her ears in an attempt to ease the forming ache.
"Mother dearest… The Dranshee Queen of the Fashion World. Anyone with any form of media exposure knows that name, which is really unfortunate for me as her only daughter. Her,, hoard is her fashion house. Her name, her reputation. If she isn't Francesca LaDoma, then why even be alive?" She barks out a very forced laugh.
"I'm still not even sure to this day if she wanted a daughter or if she wanted a doll. The second it came out that I had her eye for measuring and Coco Chanel-level fabric confidence at six, she was over the moon. A mini her! Sure, I didn't look like her, but that was nothing a little hair dye couldn't fix." She stops and snaps her head upward for flourish.
"Except then I looked emo in first grade. My dad was annoyed, too, 'cuz he was worried it would affect my natural colour. Didn't, by the way, as you can see." She gestures toward her head at 'didn't' before continuing.
"Anyways.. I've known Adrien for much longer than I've known Avery. Avery hates that fact, by the way. It’s really funny.” She leans up to whisper that to Glitchy before sitting down again. “It was one of those 'our moms were friends in high school, so now we're friends as babies' deals, y'know? But.. yeah, he was my best friend." She stops to take a breath, wringing her hands together.
"And he seriously wasn't that bad! He was funny. He was sweet, cute.. I… I did like him. So when it was brought to my attention at maybe ten by mother dearest that he and I were slated to be married when we were older, I was like 'Oh, cool. I get to keep my best friend and I get a built-in future husband? Fine by me.' He asked me to be his girlfriend the summer after our fifth grade graduation, and I wanted a glimpse at my potential future, so I was like 'Hell yeah!'" She meets Glitchy's eye and mouths a 'nooo' while shaking her head.
"I sure got a glimpse, alright. We were together for maybe a month, and he got real comfortable being undeservedly bossy. Blah blah blah 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that. He started being all gripe-y and mean and it was the single most annoying thing I'd ever been subjected to at that point, so I was like 'Forget that. I'm not spending my life chained to this. Either switch up your attitude or I'm telling my mom and this is off'." Reacting to her own words, she claps her hands together while slumping backward, her dead tired expression conveying "this bitch,” before her face scrunches up for the mockery section.
"'No, this can't be off. Mama said you and I were connected by fate. You can't just walk away. Your mommy won't let you.' And I. Said. Watch me." She abruptly drops her head into her hands.
"I'm about to let you guys in on a secret." When she raises her head again, she has a visibly strained, visibly fake smile on. Her shoulders are drawn up, and despite trying to utilize her body language and tone to lighten the atmosphere, her poker face is practically nonexistent.
"That little faux pas? Deciding I didn’t want to be chained to someone who clearly didn’t even like me as a person? Screwed my life for the worse. Because apparently- Apparently, this would be the first moment I realize–" She throws her hands up, getting more animated with her rant.
"My mom doesn't like me! I ran to her because he had— He had tried something after I threatened to walk, but she wasn't hearing it! No daughter of hers would be quitting a relationship so important! She didn't approve of what he had done, but meh! Maybe it's okay for her little fashionista to start early!! Screw me, I guess! Not literally!" Through this part of it, she had begun curling uncomfortably, tucking her knees up against her chest and tangling her fingers in her hair.
"..." After a few seconds, she loosens her grip and turns, her back pressing into Glitchy as she leans on him with her head down.
"But y'know what's worse than your mom, the dragon, not liking you? Your mom, the dragon, going from 'this is my plaything' to 'this is my competition.' For her title. Her so-called hoard. From 'awwh, she's just like me' to 'damn it, she's just like me.'” She chokes out a rueful laugh. “I was screwed from the start, and I'll be paying for it forever."
[OOC: hehehe we do love characters opening up, we do >:)]
Glitchy watched as Creepy's posture declined along with her mental state as she was talking, that once she had leaned back into him he pulled her close to him in a tight hug. Feeling the rage inside him boils which causes the hickory smell to get stronger.
HUS!Glitchy: "I can't believe that woman...she may be the fashion "Icon" but she is just a stupid brat that was spoiled....I'm so sorry that you had to go through that.."
He just held her after she stopped speaking; trying to keep tears from spilling down his cheeks. Trying to wrap his head around what he's just been told he feels the old him trying to creep back...the one who had to fight. But when he looks down at Creepy he realizes that there is something more important in the moment...making sure she's going to be safe.
But at the same time he pulls out his phone as he sends a couple messages to certain individuals, his mind already being set in motion.
HUS!Glitchy: "How are you feeling after all that?...and...I promise you Creepy, If I need to raise the flames of the underworld...i'm going to get you the justice you deserve."
Something about the tone of his voice gives the room a strange sense of calm but also unease. However Marigold jumps down and grabs the remote from the table and pushes it to Creepy, wanting to offer the idea of a distraction.
Derek: "...I'm not sure she wants a distraction right now Goldie."
Avery: "maybe we can share something about ourselves as well so it isn't just her??"
Marigold looks over before she jumps back up onto the couch, watching over the group as a whole.
[OOC: Glitchy about to confront her mom with evidence with the media; at lease that's what in my head XD]
Creepy lets herself relax into Glitchy’s hold, forcing herself to focus on her breathing and on the gentle warmth of her experiences, her thoughts, being validated. Francesca LaDoma’s reputation is solid Teflon. She worked for her place at the top. Worked all the way up from absolutely nothing. Wouldn’t she make an amazing mother?
She doesn’t realize that she’s trembling. Doesn’t realize that Glitchy had take his phone out, sent out some messages. She’s simply.. upset. This doesn’t last long, though, because the pleasing smell of hickory filling her nose serves to distract her from her thoughts.
“What is that? I’m not the only one smelling that, right?”
When she’s asked how she’s feeling, she presses her face into Glitchy’s shirt, letting his presence ground her. “Like trash... But it’s fine, I’m making peace with it.” After a few seconds, she pulls her face away and sits up straight.
“If that wicked woman wants competition, I’ll do as I always have and give her hell. I was born with the means to, after all. And watching her have her meltdowns when her own spawn takes her down a peg has always been incredibly satisfying. I’m already looking forward to next time.” She starts to smile, running her tongue over her teeth, but just as she’s about to continue, Marigold tries to give her the remote.
“Oh, baby,” she croons joyously. “Sweet lil’ honey fuzz. My little lady.” When Marigold hops back up onto the couch, she gets lovingly manhandled and kissed repeatedly on the head before being released.
[OOC: uh oh— Good luck to him in very very many ways if he actually goes for it 👀]
Glitchy keeps creepy close as he rubs the back of his head, letting a slight nervous chuckle.
HUS!Glitchy: "That uh...That smell might be coming from me actually."
Glitchy lets Creepy sit up as he also re-positions himself, just glad that it seems that Creepy is calming down.
HUS!Glitchy: "Well the good thing is that you have to do it alone anymore, you have the three of us to help you. With the four of us you're sure to get to the top, I mean look how talented you are! Your ideas and visions are so much more astonishing than that woman's."
Glitchy smiles softly as he looks into Creepy's eyes, even when she cries he finds them radiant.
HUS!Glitchy: "I promise, none of us are leaving..and if I have to say it daily I will."
Smiling as he watches the interaction between Creepy and Marigold, finding it adorable. Before looking over to Avery, as the man speaks.
HUS!Glitchy: "What exactly would any of us talk about??"
"Wait really?" On sheer, pure impulse, Creepy twists around and presses her nose to Glitchy's shirt, breathing in.
"It is!! Oh, wow." She pulls back, her curiosity sated. "I was worried I was experiencing some kind of mental break."
As she settles down once again, Glitchy starts speaking to her, and she finds that she has to avert her gaze at his compliments. "Thank you," she starts, a bashful little smile on her face. "I mean- Not to toot my own horn, but who else do you know would come up with a wardrobe centered around leather and lace?" Lover of compliments, yet unable to accept them like a normal person. Carlotta "Creepy" LaDoma, everybody.
Anyways.
When she finally does meet his eyes again, she's nearly knocked onto her ass (metaphorically.) The way he's looking at her, combined with that soft smile as he assures her? She's keeping him, she decides right then and there. No matter what they end up as, she's keeping this wonderful man in her life without a doubt.
Out loud, she's at a loss for words. "Can.. can I..." Before she can finish the question, she remembers that she's been pretty much all over him this entire time, and he's been encouraging it. So instead of being silly and asking for a hug in spite of all of that, she simply goes for it, her movements slow and a little hesitant out of embarrassment, though she ends up exactly where she needs to be in the end.
[OOC: I smell MESS on the horizon. This is gonna be. something LOLLL]
Glitchy chuckles as Creepy buried her nose into his shirt again, finding the reactions comical.
HUS!Glitchy: "Yeah, i'm not sure why it happens but it tends to start when I get worked up..but I'm glad none of you seem to mind."
He nods along as Creepy speaks, remembering all the shows he's seen in passing and just the regular projects she works on. His favorite being a pastel pink ensemble that was part of the same line.
HUS!Glitchy: "I know that I wouldn't have come up with nearly half of the ideas you did, seeing you work is an art form.."
Glitchy's ears turn pink from the sudden hug, but he accepts it all the same; gently wrapping his arms around her once again. Closing his eyes as he gently rests his chin on her head, keeping her as close as he can while still giving her the space she wants.
Derek: "Why don't you two do another Collab..but do a public show this time? The things you've both made could probably knock the entire competition down."
Glitchy opens his eyes to look at Derek, slightly unsure about the suggestion..it's been awhile since he's done a public show because of what happened last time. But maybe it was time to try again, and with Creepy by his side...maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
HUS!Glitchy: "I'm not so sure...I haven't done something like that in awhile....last time was....I'm not sure how to explain it."
He just holds Creepy tighter as he tries to fight the memories that are trying to flood his mind.
[OOC: Oh when he wasn't too; Glitchy can be Methodical! He is scarily accurate when he wants something done or taken care of. This wouldn't be any different. {He is going to take that woman down one way or another XD}
"Awh, worked up?" Creepy's voice is muffled slightly by Glitchy's chest, feeling an overwhelming sense of ease as she's tucked under his chin. “I didn’t know that was a thing. You’re like a.. walking incense stick.” Her voice softens the more she relaxes, happily smushing her face into his body.
And then Derek makes his suggestion, and she goes from ‘may or may not fall asleep’ to ‘fully alert’ as she sits up with a gasp. She looks between Derek and Glitchy before she’s pulled in again, her smile pressed over his heart.
“Personally, I would love that. We’re already used to designing together, and I’ve done enough shows that I know the ins and outs. We could make it happen,” she chirps. “I have a showcase coming up, too. You could get a behind-the-scenes exclusive.”
When Glitchy’s arms tighten around her, she finds herself in absolute paradise. She lives for this kind of pressure on her (and has tried to tempt the giant into acting as her weighted blanket, with.. negative results thus far) but if there’s anything she knows.. it’s that he is Excessively Careful. With her, with Marigold, literally everybody. Which means, in her head, he probably isn’t giving her the ‘favorite plushie’ treatment of his own accord. So, reluctantly, she risks the loss of pressure and pats him to get his attention.
“Are you okay up there, big guy?”
[OOC: Oh yes! I don’t doubt he’s super methodical I love this man severely LOL—]
Glitchy was snapped out of his trance as Creepy sits back up again, excited at Derek's idea which makes him smile.
HUS!Glitchy: "We'll see, I might take you up on the offer.."
Despite his chuckles, Glitchy was still slightly hesitant, and just continues to hold her tight, debating whether to answer her question...but he thinks Better late then never right..?
HUS!Glitchy: "It's just the last show I did.... some of it's audience didn't take too kindly to me; neither did the other stylist. They never saw someone "damaged" that was a stylist...So I was thrown out in a sense.....or well that's the shortened version of what happened.."
Before anyone can say anything, Marigold jumps onto the table and just stares at Glitchy. Which has been known to mean that he isn't telling the full thing, and he also knows it which causes him to sigh.
HUS!Glitchy: "Alright..Alright Mari, you don't have to tell me twice okay? There was more that happened; at the end of the show while I was backstage...I had won actually and my line was bought, which I guess the other stylist didn't like...they called me an "outsider rookie"...my shoulder is still suffering their rage."
Glitchy kinda shrunk into the corner of the couch as he was speaking, subconsciously putting himself into a corner like he was back then. Falling back into silence as he gently pulls Creepy closer to him once again, as having her near also calms him down.
[OOC: :D a chance for him to go feral/ flex his status is a win in his book XD
((I just thought of something unhinged. Fully unhinged. It has been brought to my attention [by me] that I could simply get you involved in the lore idea I’ve been rotating in my head for too long now with no idea as to how to execute it!!
Humanoid Scholars, present day :]))
One of the rare times when everybody is home, there’s a knock at the door. When it’s answered (by someone other than Creepy or Avery— I’ve highkey been thinking Glitchy, hence why I’ve been stuck, but Derek would also work here), the knocker is revealed to be a handsome stranger. He’s a classic princely type - fluffy swoopy heartthrob hair, straight nose, perfect smile, expensive-looking clothes - and the bouquet of red roses in his arms completes the look. With a bright, confident smile, he starts to speak.
“My love, I’ve finally-!” He stops suddenly when he finally registers the person in front of him, his smile dropping.
“Excuse you. I mean—“ He then clears his throat, and the handsome smile comes back tenfold. If this were an anime, he would be sparkling.
“Pardon me. Where is she?”
(@xxacreaturefeaturexx)
[hmm i'll use Glitchy XD {low-key cause I know how he'd respond in this situation more}]
The seven foot man stands in the door frame leaning to one side as he looks the man up and down, he seems to look decent enough. But the sudden presence is still something to be questioned. As Glitchy goes to speak he also pulls out his phone
HUS!Glitchy:"I'm sorry but you're going to have to be specific; and please state who you are for the sake of security."
(We’re about to get into Creepy’s backstory! CWs: parental neglect, entitlement, and “implications”, though nothing is explicitly stated. Under a line break bc this is LONG lol)
As Creepy notices Glitchy opening his arm for her, she briefly bluescreens. There’s an extended moment of staring as her heart starts up a trapeze act in her chest, but she accepts the offer, tucking herself into his side. Marigold, the good little dog she is, steps out of her lap to go flop into Avery's.
"Okay… Let's take it from the top." She raises her hand and snaps her fingers, readying herself. "So, first and foremost, disregard Avery's timeline."
"Hey."
She sits up and leans away from Glitchy for a moment, toward Avery. "You really wanna 'hey' me right now, Avery? You really wanna 'hey' me?"
"My bad,” Avery replies, raising a hand in surrender in the middle of burying his fingers in Marigold’s fur.
"…All good. Anyways." Creepy settles again, her fingertips pressing hard into the spaces in front of her ears in an attempt to ease the forming ache.
"Mother dearest… The Dranshee Queen of the Fashion World. Anyone with any form of media exposure knows that name, which is really unfortunate for me as her only daughter. Her,, hoard is her fashion house. Her name, her reputation. If she isn't Francesca LaDoma, then why even be alive?" She barks out a very forced laugh.
"I'm still not even sure to this day if she wanted a daughter or if she wanted a doll. The second it came out that I had her eye for measuring and Coco Chanel-level fabric confidence at six, she was over the moon. A mini her! Sure, I didn't look like her, but that was nothing a little hair dye couldn't fix." She stops and snaps her head upward for flourish.
"Except then I looked emo in first grade. My dad was annoyed, too, 'cuz he was worried it would affect my natural colour. Didn't, by the way, as you can see." She gestures toward her head at 'didn't' before continuing.
"Anyways.. I've known Adrien for much longer than I've known Avery. Avery hates that fact, by the way. It’s really funny.” She leans up to whisper that to Glitchy before sitting down again. “It was one of those 'our moms were friends in high school, so now we're friends as babies' deals, y'know? But.. yeah, he was my best friend." She stops to take a breath, wringing her hands together.
"And he seriously wasn't that bad! He was funny. He was sweet, cute.. I… I did like him. So when it was brought to my attention at maybe ten by mother dearest that he and I were slated to be married when we were older, I was like 'Oh, cool. I get to keep my best friend and I get a built-in future husband? Fine by me.' He asked me to be his girlfriend the summer after our fifth grade graduation, and I wanted a glimpse at my potential future, so I was like 'Hell yeah!'" She meets Glitchy's eye and mouths a 'nooo' while shaking her head.
"I sure got a glimpse, alright. We were together for maybe a month, and he got real comfortable being undeservedly bossy. Blah blah blah 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that. He started being all gripe-y and mean and it was the single most annoying thing I'd ever been subjected to at that point, so I was like 'Forget that. I'm not spending my life chained to this. Either switch up your attitude or I'm telling my mom and this is off'." Reacting to her own words, she claps her hands together while slumping backward, her dead tired expression conveying "this bitch,” before her face scrunches up for the mockery section.
"'No, this can't be off. Mama said you and I were connected by fate. You can't just walk away. Your mommy won't let you.' And I. Said. Watch me." She abruptly drops her head into her hands.
"I'm about to let you guys in on a secret." When she raises her head again, she has a visibly strained, visibly fake smile on. Her shoulders are drawn up, and despite trying to utilize her body language and tone to lighten the atmosphere, her poker face is practically nonexistent.
"That little faux pas? Deciding I didn’t want to be chained to someone who clearly didn’t even like me as a person? Screwed my life for the worse. Because apparently- Apparently, this would be the first moment I realize–" She throws her hands up, getting more animated with her rant.
"My mom doesn't like me! I ran to her because he had— He had tried something after I threatened to walk, but she wasn't hearing it! No daughter of hers would be quitting a relationship so important! She didn't approve of what he had done, but meh! Maybe it's okay for her little fashionista to start early!! Screw me, I guess! Not literally!" Through this part of it, she had begun curling uncomfortably, tucking her knees up against her chest and tangling her fingers in her hair.
"..." After a few seconds, she loosens her grip and turns, her back pressing into Glitchy as she leans on him with her head down.
"But y'know what's worse than your mom, the dragon, not liking you? Your mom, the dragon, going from 'this is my plaything' to 'this is my competition.' For her title. Her so-called hoard. From 'awwh, she's just like me' to 'damn it, she's just like me.'” She chokes out a rueful laugh. “I was screwed from the start, and I'll be paying for it forever."
[OOC: hehehe we do love characters opening up, we do >:)]
Glitchy watched as Creepy's posture declined along with her mental state as she was talking, that once she had leaned back into him he pulled her close to him in a tight hug. Feeling the rage inside him boils which causes the hickory smell to get stronger.
HUS!Glitchy: "I can't believe that woman...she may be the fashion "Icon" but she is just a stupid brat that was spoiled....I'm so sorry that you had to go through that.."
He just held her after she stopped speaking; trying to keep tears from spilling down his cheeks. Trying to wrap his head around what he's just been told he feels the old him trying to creep back...the one who had to fight. But when he looks down at Creepy he realizes that there is something more important in the moment...making sure she's going to be safe.
But at the same time he pulls out his phone as he sends a couple messages to certain individuals, his mind already being set in motion.
HUS!Glitchy: "How are you feeling after all that?...and...I promise you Creepy, If I need to raise the flames of the underworld...i'm going to get you the justice you deserve."
Something about the tone of his voice gives the room a strange sense of calm but also unease. However Marigold jumps down and grabs the remote from the table and pushes it to Creepy, wanting to offer the idea of a distraction.
Derek: "...I'm not sure she wants a distraction right now Goldie."
Avery: "maybe we can share something about ourselves as well so it isn't just her??"
Marigold looks over before she jumps back up onto the couch, watching over the group as a whole.
[OOC: Glitchy about to confront her mom with evidence with the media; at lease that's what in my head XD]
Creepy lets herself relax into Glitchy’s hold, forcing herself to focus on her breathing and on the gentle warmth of her experiences, her thoughts, being validated. Francesca LaDoma’s reputation is solid Teflon. She worked for her place at the top. Worked all the way up from absolutely nothing. Wouldn’t she make an amazing mother?
She doesn’t realize that she’s trembling. Doesn’t realize that Glitchy had take his phone out, sent out some messages. She’s simply.. upset. This doesn’t last long, though, because the pleasing smell of hickory filling her nose serves to distract her from her thoughts.
“What is that? I’m not the only one smelling that, right?”
When she’s asked how she’s feeling, she presses her face into Glitchy’s shirt, letting his presence ground her. “Like trash... But it’s fine, I’m making peace with it.” After a few seconds, she pulls her face away and sits up straight.
“If that wicked woman wants competition, I’ll do as I always have and give her hell. I was born with the means to, after all. And watching her have her meltdowns when her own spawn takes her down a peg has always been incredibly satisfying. I’m already looking forward to next time.” She starts to smile, running her tongue over her teeth, but just as she’s about to continue, Marigold tries to give her the remote.
“Oh, baby,” she croons joyously. “Sweet lil’ honey fuzz. My little lady.” When Marigold hops back up onto the couch, she gets lovingly manhandled and kissed repeatedly on the head before being released.
[OOC: uh oh— Good luck to him in very very many ways if he actually goes for it 👀]
Glitchy keeps creepy close as he rubs the back of his head, letting a slight nervous chuckle.
HUS!Glitchy: "That uh...That smell might be coming from me actually."
Glitchy lets Creepy sit up as he also re-positions himself, just glad that it seems that Creepy is calming down.
HUS!Glitchy: "Well the good thing is that you have to do it alone anymore, you have the three of us to help you. With the four of us you're sure to get to the top, I mean look how talented you are! Your ideas and visions are so much more astonishing than that woman's."
Glitchy smiles softly as he looks into Creepy's eyes, even when she cries he finds them radiant.
HUS!Glitchy: "I promise, none of us are leaving..and if I have to say it daily I will."
Smiling as he watches the interaction between Creepy and Marigold, finding it adorable. Before looking over to Avery, as the man speaks.
HUS!Glitchy: "What exactly would any of us talk about??"
"Wait really?" On sheer, pure impulse, Creepy twists around and presses her nose to Glitchy's shirt, breathing in.
"It is!! Oh, wow." She pulls back, her curiosity sated. "I was worried I was experiencing some kind of mental break."
As she settles down once again, Glitchy starts speaking to her, and she finds that she has to avert her gaze at his compliments. "Thank you," she starts, a bashful little smile on her face. "I mean- Not to toot my own horn, but who else do you know would come up with a wardrobe centered around leather and lace?" Lover of compliments, yet unable to accept them like a normal person. Carlotta "Creepy" LaDoma, everybody.
Anyways.
When she finally does meet his eyes again, she's nearly knocked onto her ass (metaphorically.) The way he's looking at her, combined with that soft smile as he assures her? She's keeping him, she decides right then and there. No matter what they end up as, she's keeping this wonderful man in her life without a doubt.
Out loud, she's at a loss for words. "Can.. can I..." Before she can finish the question, she remembers that she's been pretty much all over him this entire time, and he's been encouraging it. So instead of being silly and asking for a hug in spite of all of that, she simply goes for it, her movements slow and a little hesitant out of embarrassment, though she ends up exactly where she needs to be in the end.
[OOC: I smell MESS on the horizon. This is gonna be. something LOLLL]
Glitchy chuckles as Creepy buried her nose into his shirt again, finding the reactions comical.
HUS!Glitchy: "Yeah, i'm not sure why it happens but it tends to start when I get worked up..but I'm glad none of you seem to mind."
He nods along as Creepy speaks, remembering all the shows he's seen in passing and just the regular projects she works on. His favorite being a pastel pink ensemble that was part of the same line.
HUS!Glitchy: "I know that I wouldn't have come up with nearly half of the ideas you did, seeing you work is an art form.."
Glitchy's ears turn pink from the sudden hug, but he accepts it all the same; gently wrapping his arms around her once again. Closing his eyes as he gently rests his chin on her head, keeping her as close as he can while still giving her the space she wants.
Derek: "Why don't you two do another Collab..but do a public show this time? The things you've both made could probably knock the entire competition down."
Glitchy opens his eyes to look at Derek, slightly unsure about the suggestion..it's been awhile since he's done a public show because of what happened last time. But maybe it was time to try again, and with Creepy by his side...maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
HUS!Glitchy: "I'm not so sure...I haven't done something like that in awhile....last time was....I'm not sure how to explain it."
He just holds Creepy tighter as he tries to fight the memories that are trying to flood his mind.
[OOC: Oh when he wasn't too; Glitchy can be Methodical! He is scarily accurate when he wants something done or taken care of. This wouldn't be any different. {He is going to take that woman down one way or another XD}
((I just thought of something unhinged. Fully unhinged. It has been brought to my attention [by me] that I could simply get you involved in the lore idea I’ve been rotating in my head for too long now with no idea as to how to execute it!!
Humanoid Scholars, present day :]))
One of the rare times when everybody is home, there’s a knock at the door. When it’s answered (by someone other than Creepy or Avery— I’ve highkey been thinking Glitchy, hence why I’ve been stuck, but Derek would also work here), the knocker is revealed to be a handsome stranger. He’s a classic princely type - fluffy swoopy heartthrob hair, straight nose, perfect smile, expensive-looking clothes - and the bouquet of red roses in his arms completes the look. With a bright, confident smile, he starts to speak.
“My love, I’ve finally-!” He stops suddenly when he finally registers the person in front of him, his smile dropping.
“Excuse you. I mean—“ He then clears his throat, and the handsome smile comes back tenfold. If this were an anime, he would be sparkling.
“Pardon me. Where is she?”
(@xxacreaturefeaturexx)
[hmm i'll use Glitchy XD {low-key cause I know how he'd respond in this situation more}]
The seven foot man stands in the door frame leaning to one side as he looks the man up and down, he seems to look decent enough. But the sudden presence is still something to be questioned. As Glitchy goes to speak he also pulls out his phone
HUS!Glitchy:"I'm sorry but you're going to have to be specific; and please state who you are for the sake of security."
(We’re about to get into Creepy’s backstory! CWs: parental neglect, entitlement, and “implications”, though nothing is explicitly stated. Under a line break bc this is LONG lol)
As Creepy notices Glitchy opening his arm for her, she briefly bluescreens. There’s an extended moment of staring as her heart starts up a trapeze act in her chest, but she accepts the offer, tucking herself into his side. Marigold, the good little dog she is, steps out of her lap to go flop into Avery's.
"Okay… Let's take it from the top." She raises her hand and snaps her fingers, readying herself. "So, first and foremost, disregard Avery's timeline."
"Hey."
She sits up and leans away from Glitchy for a moment, toward Avery. "You really wanna 'hey' me right now, Avery? You really wanna 'hey' me?"
"My bad,” Avery replies, raising a hand in surrender in the middle of burying his fingers in Marigold’s fur.
"…All good. Anyways." Creepy settles again, her fingertips pressing hard into the spaces in front of her ears in an attempt to ease the forming ache.
"Mother dearest… The Dranshee Queen of the Fashion World. Anyone with any form of media exposure knows that name, which is really unfortunate for me as her only daughter. Her,, hoard is her fashion house. Her name, her reputation. If she isn't Francesca LaDoma, then why even be alive?" She barks out a very forced laugh.
"I'm still not even sure to this day if she wanted a daughter or if she wanted a doll. The second it came out that I had her eye for measuring and Coco Chanel-level fabric confidence at six, she was over the moon. A mini her! Sure, I didn't look like her, but that was nothing a little hair dye couldn't fix." She stops and snaps her head upward for flourish.
"Except then I looked emo in first grade. My dad was annoyed, too, 'cuz he was worried it would affect my natural colour. Didn't, by the way, as you can see." She gestures toward her head at 'didn't' before continuing.
"Anyways.. I've known Adrien for much longer than I've known Avery. Avery hates that fact, by the way. It’s really funny.” She leans up to whisper that to Glitchy before sitting down again. “It was one of those 'our moms were friends in high school, so now we're friends as babies' deals, y'know? But.. yeah, he was my best friend." She stops to take a breath, wringing her hands together.
"And he seriously wasn't that bad! He was funny. He was sweet, cute.. I… I did like him. So when it was brought to my attention at maybe ten by mother dearest that he and I were slated to be married when we were older, I was like 'Oh, cool. I get to keep my best friend and I get a built-in future husband? Fine by me.' He asked me to be his girlfriend the summer after our fifth grade graduation, and I wanted a glimpse at my potential future, so I was like 'Hell yeah!'" She meets Glitchy's eye and mouths a 'nooo' while shaking her head.
"I sure got a glimpse, alright. We were together for maybe a month, and he got real comfortable being undeservedly bossy. Blah blah blah 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that. He started being all gripe-y and mean and it was the single most annoying thing I'd ever been subjected to at that point, so I was like 'Forget that. I'm not spending my life chained to this. Either switch up your attitude or I'm telling my mom and this is off'." Reacting to her own words, she claps her hands together while slumping backward, her dead tired expression conveying "this bitch,” before her face scrunches up for the mockery section.
"'No, this can't be off. Mama said you and I were connected by fate. You can't just walk away. Your mommy won't let you.' And I. Said. Watch me." She abruptly drops her head into her hands.
"I'm about to let you guys in on a secret." When she raises her head again, she has a visibly strained, visibly fake smile on. Her shoulders are drawn up, and despite trying to utilize her body language and tone to lighten the atmosphere, her poker face is practically nonexistent.
"That little faux pas? Deciding I didn’t want to be chained to someone who clearly didn’t even like me as a person? Screwed my life for the worse. Because apparently- Apparently, this would be the first moment I realize–" She throws her hands up, getting more animated with her rant.
"My mom doesn't like me! I ran to her because he had— He had tried something after I threatened to walk, but she wasn't hearing it! No daughter of hers would be quitting a relationship so important! She didn't approve of what he had done, but meh! Maybe it's okay for her little fashionista to start early!! Screw me, I guess! Not literally!" Through this part of it, she had begun curling uncomfortably, tucking her knees up against her chest and tangling her fingers in her hair.
"..." After a few seconds, she loosens her grip and turns, her back pressing into Glitchy as she leans on him with her head down.
"But y'know what's worse than your mom, the dragon, not liking you? Your mom, the dragon, going from 'this is my plaything' to 'this is my competition.' For her title. Her so-called hoard. From 'awwh, she's just like me' to 'damn it, she's just like me.'” She chokes out a rueful laugh. “I was screwed from the start, and I'll be paying for it forever."
[OOC: hehehe we do love characters opening up, we do >:)]
Glitchy watched as Creepy's posture declined along with her mental state as she was talking, that once she had leaned back into him he pulled her close to him in a tight hug. Feeling the rage inside him boils which causes the hickory smell to get stronger.
HUS!Glitchy: "I can't believe that woman...she may be the fashion "Icon" but she is just a stupid brat that was spoiled....I'm so sorry that you had to go through that.."
He just held her after she stopped speaking; trying to keep tears from spilling down his cheeks. Trying to wrap his head around what he's just been told he feels the old him trying to creep back...the one who had to fight. But when he looks down at Creepy he realizes that there is something more important in the moment...making sure she's going to be safe.
But at the same time he pulls out his phone as he sends a couple messages to certain individuals, his mind already being set in motion.
HUS!Glitchy: "How are you feeling after all that?...and...I promise you Creepy, If I need to raise the flames of the underworld...i'm going to get you the justice you deserve."
Something about the tone of his voice gives the room a strange sense of calm but also unease. However Marigold jumps down and grabs the remote from the table and pushes it to Creepy, wanting to offer the idea of a distraction.
Derek: "...I'm not sure she wants a distraction right now Goldie."
Avery: "maybe we can share something about ourselves as well so it isn't just her??"
Marigold looks over before she jumps back up onto the couch, watching over the group as a whole.
[OOC: Glitchy about to confront her mom with evidence with the media; at lease that's what in my head XD]
Creepy lets herself relax into Glitchy’s hold, forcing herself to focus on her breathing and on the gentle warmth of her experiences, her thoughts, being validated. Francesca LaDoma’s reputation is solid Teflon. She worked for her place at the top. Worked all the way up from absolutely nothing. Wouldn’t she make an amazing mother?
She doesn’t realize that she’s trembling. Doesn’t realize that Glitchy had take his phone out, sent out some messages. She’s simply.. upset. This doesn’t last long, though, because the pleasing smell of hickory filling her nose serves to distract her from her thoughts.
“What is that? I’m not the only one smelling that, right?”
When she’s asked how she’s feeling, she presses her face into Glitchy’s shirt, letting his presence ground her. “Like trash... But it’s fine, I’m making peace with it.” After a few seconds, she pulls her face away and sits up straight.
“If that wicked woman wants competition, I’ll do as I always have and give her hell. I was born with the means to, after all. And watching her have her meltdowns when her own spawn takes her down a peg has always been incredibly satisfying. I’m already looking forward to next time.” She starts to smile, running her tongue over her teeth, but just as she’s about to continue, Marigold tries to give her the remote.
“Oh, baby,” she croons joyously. “Sweet lil’ honey fuzz. My little lady.” When Marigold hops back up onto the couch, she gets lovingly manhandled and kissed repeatedly on the head before being released.
[OOC: uh oh— Good luck to him in very very many ways if he actually goes for it 👀]
Glitchy keeps creepy close as he rubs the back of his head, letting a slight nervous chuckle.
HUS!Glitchy: "That uh...That smell might be coming from me actually."
Glitchy lets Creepy sit up as he also re-positions himself, just glad that it seems that Creepy is calming down.
HUS!Glitchy: "Well the good thing is that you have to do it alone anymore, you have the three of us to help you. With the four of us you're sure to get to the top, I mean look how talented you are! Your ideas and visions are so much more astonishing than that woman's."
Glitchy smiles softly as he looks into Creepy's eyes, even when she cries he finds them radiant.
HUS!Glitchy: "I promise, none of us are leaving..and if I have to say it daily I will."
Smiling as he watches the interaction between Creepy and Marigold, finding it adorable. Before looking over to Avery, as the man speaks.
HUS!Glitchy: "What exactly would any of us talk about??"
((I just thought of something unhinged. Fully unhinged. It has been brought to my attention [by me] that I could simply get you involved in the lore idea I’ve been rotating in my head for too long now with no idea as to how to execute it!!
Humanoid Scholars, present day :]))
One of the rare times when everybody is home, there’s a knock at the door. When it’s answered (by someone other than Creepy or Avery— I’ve highkey been thinking Glitchy, hence why I’ve been stuck, but Derek would also work here), the knocker is revealed to be a handsome stranger. He’s a classic princely type - fluffy swoopy heartthrob hair, straight nose, perfect smile, expensive-looking clothes - and the bouquet of red roses in his arms completes the look. With a bright, confident smile, he starts to speak.
“My love, I’ve finally-!” He stops suddenly when he finally registers the person in front of him, his smile dropping.
“Excuse you. I mean—“ He then clears his throat, and the handsome smile comes back tenfold. If this were an anime, he would be sparkling.
“Pardon me. Where is she?”
(@xxacreaturefeaturexx)
[hmm i'll use Glitchy XD {low-key cause I know how he'd respond in this situation more}]
The seven foot man stands in the door frame leaning to one side as he looks the man up and down, he seems to look decent enough. But the sudden presence is still something to be questioned. As Glitchy goes to speak he also pulls out his phone
HUS!Glitchy:"I'm sorry but you're going to have to be specific; and please state who you are for the sake of security."
(We’re about to get into Creepy’s backstory! CWs: parental neglect, entitlement, and “implications”, though nothing is explicitly stated. Under a line break bc this is LONG lol)
As Creepy notices Glitchy opening his arm for her, she briefly bluescreens. There’s an extended moment of staring as her heart starts up a trapeze act in her chest, but she accepts the offer, tucking herself into his side. Marigold, the good little dog she is, steps out of her lap to go flop into Avery's.
"Okay… Let's take it from the top." She raises her hand and snaps her fingers, readying herself. "So, first and foremost, disregard Avery's timeline."
"Hey."
She sits up and leans away from Glitchy for a moment, toward Avery. "You really wanna 'hey' me right now, Avery? You really wanna 'hey' me?"
"My bad,” Avery replies, raising a hand in surrender in the middle of burying his fingers in Marigold’s fur.
"…All good. Anyways." Creepy settles again, her fingertips pressing hard into the spaces in front of her ears in an attempt to ease the forming ache.
"Mother dearest… The Dranshee Queen of the Fashion World. Anyone with any form of media exposure knows that name, which is really unfortunate for me as her only daughter. Her,, hoard is her fashion house. Her name, her reputation. If she isn't Francesca LaDoma, then why even be alive?" She barks out a very forced laugh.
"I'm still not even sure to this day if she wanted a daughter or if she wanted a doll. The second it came out that I had her eye for measuring and Coco Chanel-level fabric confidence at six, she was over the moon. A mini her! Sure, I didn't look like her, but that was nothing a little hair dye couldn't fix." She stops and snaps her head upward for flourish.
"Except then I looked emo in first grade. My dad was annoyed, too, 'cuz he was worried it would affect my natural colour. Didn't, by the way, as you can see." She gestures toward her head at 'didn't' before continuing.
"Anyways.. I've known Adrien for much longer than I've known Avery. Avery hates that fact, by the way. It’s really funny.” She leans up to whisper that to Glitchy before sitting down again. “It was one of those 'our moms were friends in high school, so now we're friends as babies' deals, y'know? But.. yeah, he was my best friend." She stops to take a breath, wringing her hands together.
"And he seriously wasn't that bad! He was funny. He was sweet, cute.. I… I did like him. So when it was brought to my attention at maybe ten by mother dearest that he and I were slated to be married when we were older, I was like 'Oh, cool. I get to keep my best friend and I get a built-in future husband? Fine by me.' He asked me to be his girlfriend the summer after our fifth grade graduation, and I wanted a glimpse at my potential future, so I was like 'Hell yeah!'" She meets Glitchy's eye and mouths a 'nooo' while shaking her head.
"I sure got a glimpse, alright. We were together for maybe a month, and he got real comfortable being undeservedly bossy. Blah blah blah 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that. He started being all gripe-y and mean and it was the single most annoying thing I'd ever been subjected to at that point, so I was like 'Forget that. I'm not spending my life chained to this. Either switch up your attitude or I'm telling my mom and this is off'." Reacting to her own words, she claps her hands together while slumping backward, her dead tired expression conveying "this bitch,” before her face scrunches up for the mockery section.
"'No, this can't be off. Mama said you and I were connected by fate. You can't just walk away. Your mommy won't let you.' And I. Said. Watch me." She abruptly drops her head into her hands.
"I'm about to let you guys in on a secret." When she raises her head again, she has a visibly strained, visibly fake smile on. Her shoulders are drawn up, and despite trying to utilize her body language and tone to lighten the atmosphere, her poker face is practically nonexistent.
"That little faux pas? Deciding I didn’t want to be chained to someone who clearly didn’t even like me as a person? Screwed my life for the worse. Because apparently- Apparently, this would be the first moment I realize–" She throws her hands up, getting more animated with her rant.
"My mom doesn't like me! I ran to her because he had— He had tried something after I threatened to walk, but she wasn't hearing it! No daughter of hers would be quitting a relationship so important! She didn't approve of what he had done, but meh! Maybe it's okay for her little fashionista to start early!! Screw me, I guess! Not literally!" Through this part of it, she had begun curling uncomfortably, tucking her knees up against her chest and tangling her fingers in her hair.
"..." After a few seconds, she loosens her grip and turns, her back pressing into Glitchy as she leans on him with her head down.
"But y'know what's worse than your mom, the dragon, not liking you? Your mom, the dragon, going from 'this is my plaything' to 'this is my competition.' For her title. Her so-called hoard. From 'awwh, she's just like me' to 'damn it, she's just like me.'” She chokes out a rueful laugh. “I was screwed from the start, and I'll be paying for it forever."
[OOC: hehehe we do love characters opening up, we do >:)]
Glitchy watched as Creepy's posture declined along with her mental state as she was talking, that once she had leaned back into him he pulled her close to him in a tight hug. Feeling the rage inside him boils which causes the hickory smell to get stronger.
HUS!Glitchy: "I can't believe that woman...she may be the fashion "Icon" but she is just a stupid brat that was spoiled....I'm so sorry that you had to go through that.."
He just held her after she stopped speaking; trying to keep tears from spilling down his cheeks. Trying to wrap his head around what he's just been told he feels the old him trying to creep back...the one who had to fight. But when he looks down at Creepy he realizes that there is something more important in the moment...making sure she's going to be safe.
But at the same time he pulls out his phone as he sends a couple messages to certain individuals, his mind already being set in motion.
HUS!Glitchy: "How are you feeling after all that?...and...I promise you Creepy, If I need to raise the flames of the underworld...i'm going to get you the justice you deserve."
Something about the tone of his voice gives the room a strange sense of calm but also unease. However Marigold jumps down and grabs the remote from the table and pushes it to Creepy, wanting to offer the idea of a distraction.
Derek: "...I'm not sure she wants a distraction right now Goldie."
Avery: "maybe we can share something about ourselves as well so it isn't just her??"
Marigold looks over before she jumps back up onto the couch, watching over the group as a whole.
[OOC: Glitchy about to confront her mom with evidence with the media; at lease that's what in my head XD]
