I really hope there's gonna be a part in the next 8 chapters of MOTM where its like a gala or smth and the gang has to go in really cool dresses and suits to blend in to get the map again. Mainly because someone stole it from the gang or smth
Anyway I hope we get to see Tallulah Mugman there.
it totally is and i've spent the better half of this evening thinking about the first few weeks after she's born like uuuu,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
extremely long rambling below im feeling extremely soft now i Have to let it out or i WILL explode
When Terra brought up the idea of having another child, he had his reservations.
He'd love to expand the family but doesn't know if he's really well suited for fatherhood... maybe his son's proclivity for mischief, preference to be around his mother instead and general disobedience towards him was in part because of his parenting style or because he was unfamiliar with what it's like to have parents to begin with.
Terra doesn't push him, though she does reassure him that he's doing just fine, sometimes kids are just like that, and Apollo is a good kid despite all of that, just bored and maybe a little lonely.
to cut things short; he agrees but suggests adoption instead because it would put less of a physical strain on Terra since pregnancies aren't easy to begin with. It'd less disruptive to her Champion schedule as well. This also gives them the opportunity to help out a kid without a home like how he would have liked years ago. This kinda gets pushed to the side though because she finds out she's pregnant again. 🙊
At the very least, they're both a little more familiar with what to expect so it goes much smoother.
He didn't think he would really care if it were a boy or a girl but getting confirmation that they're having a daughter really proved his own assumptions wrong. Perhaps it was getting to pick out hair accessories that would compliment the cute little dresses he had already chosen, or choosing a name beautiful enough for someone he already loved so much despite being unborn, or seeing how excited their son was at the news.
Though, considering his line of work as well as the problems Terra faced earlier in her career regarding her awful fanbase, he knows how much crueler the world could be to her solely because she was a daughter instead of a son.
He'll never forget holding her for the first time in that delivery room.
She has Terra's beautiful perwinkle eyes but Beau's deep raven-colored hair, as well as his pale skin color, almost like a porcelain doll.
Alouette, meaning 'lark'.
A bird, just like him.
His little lark.
He'd do anything for his children, but he would die for his daughter.
Thankfully, she's a little easier to take care of compared to her brother at the same age; sleeps better, eats better, cries less. He feels silly to admit but he's a little more on edge when she sleeps so silently, babies can be so fragile after all.
Beau has never been so active in the May family group chat before than in the first few weeks of Alouette's life; a new photo of her every couple hours, sometimes less. Not that Terra's parents mind, after all, they know what it's like to have a precious daughter too.
He loves how she likes playing with his spectacle chains.
He loves how easily she falls asleep in his arms.
He loves how she laughs when he plays peekaboo with her.
He loves how much she adores his Scolipede, and vice versa.
He loves gently squeezing her chubby little cheeks.
This list could go on forever.
As he rests on the couch with her in the middle of the afternoon, Alouette peacefully asleep on his chest. He gently strokes the little hairs on her head that resemble his so much.
He can't believe this almost didn't happen.
He imagines his life in a few years.
Getting to parade her around the city, buying her all the clothes she wants, watching her ride Scolipede like a horse, having to break up a fight between her and Apollo, being told how beautiful his daughter is when he goes to pick her up after school, buying matching outfits for her and Terra, getting to do her hair in the mornings...
She's only a few weeks old, and he knows parents shouldn't pick favorites, but he already sure there's nothing in the world more precious to him than her.
Yayyy @milgram-girls-zine is releasing free this weekend on the 16th, please check it out!! I was super excited to be a part of it -- everyone has such beautiful work 🥰💖 For now, posting the opening to my 02-06 idol au piece, Playing Second Fiddle to the Sixth Singer
“Hey, Mahiru-san! Are you…” Yuno’s voice faltered, finding her friend cross-legged in the center of the room, surrounded by a circle of candles. A long robe pooled around her. Dark goo obscured her face. “…summoning a demon…?”
Mahiru peeked an eye open. “Yuno-chan! Look at this!”
It was impossible not to look.
“I’ve found a new article on meditation and mindfulness! I wanted to give it a try – I haven’t seen one like this before.”
Yuno could guess why.
“Come in, come in!”
As she stepped into the dressing room, a cough escaped her. The intense clash of fragrances from the colorful candles choked up her throat. “Uh, how many scents do you have there…?”
“All of them!” Mahiru sang. “I couldn’t decide which one I liked the best, so I just lit them all~”
“I see…” Yuno preferred her fragrances minimal and mundane – even her expensive perfumes couldn’t compare to things like fresh sheets or cigarette smoke. She inhaled the latter sparingly, now that she stopped selling her body and started selling her voice instead.
Despite Mahiru’s passionate speech that they weren’t selling themselves at all – “an idol gifts their love to the world through the most powerful medium of them all!” or something like that – Yuno didn’t think it mattered either way. This sudden career change gave her and Yura a whole new life. Receiving after giving was important, no matter how the public looked down their nose at it.
“The girls are ready, so I just wanted to…” tell you I’m abandoning you. “…Check in. We’re on in twenty.”
