#mv lucrecia

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As a general pre-note to this post, I would like to once again request that people with long messages please use the submit function. I’ve had trouble in the past with people sending me multi-part asks only to have some of the parts get eaten by tumblr. Also it’s just much easier to read as one block of text instead of chunks in a backwards order. I realize you can’t do it anon, but I swear I don’t bite. Plz&thx! 

Anyway. @ Jenoethnic biology anon:

I haven’t re-read my own posted rambles on that lately so maybe they don’t match what’s actually in my head, but I think what you said is basically what I had in mind. The silver hair and cyan eyes are passed along recessive genes and therefore only express in lucky circumstances. They have all boys so obvs whatever Hojo contributes is on his Y, and gets overridden by whatever’s on his own X. Meanwhile Lucrecia has a special X, which she passed to all her kids. Together they make shiny children. It’s either a shitton of luck in a row, or a bunch of extra handwavy bullshit that I don’t feel like stressing over right now. 

It also all gets much more complicated with the fact that I consider several other characters who only have one trait in common with the Crescent boys to be partially Jeno. Like Xemnas and Jehan because of their silver hair, even though neither of them have cyan eyes. Or Fuu and Zexion, who have steel blue hair and some facial structure similar to the Crescents’. So I’m not sure what kind of combos I’d need to try to make it work for all that noise. It’s all very complex and mysterious, and tbh I mostly just vote that we wave our hands and say “fantasyyyy biologyyyy!!!” and be done with it XD

Actually, it may be why Hojo has made researching the topic his life’s work, with lecturing as a professor at RGU a means to that end. There’re a lot of results that don’t seem to make sense by conventional Punnett square explanations, so he’s trying to figure out what he hell’s going on. 

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Going through your minifics for this au and... wow. That one with Lucrecia visiting Riku in hospital. Oof. I'm sad now. Brilliant little bit of writing, but eurgh.

Thank you! I’m actually quite self-conscious about writing or drawing serious or sad things because it always ends up feeling ham-fisted and sorta “I am 14 and this is deep” cringe-y to me. Mostly because I do it so rarely; I MUCH prefer to be a tiny, brightly-colored drink umbrella of goofy fluff in the hurricane of sad headcanons and ~feels~ that this site so often trends towards. So I’m really pleased when the few tragedies Mallverse does have manage to come across the way I intended them. 

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What would Riku's parents' reactions be to Riku telling them about him and Sora, if they even know? Idea: Riku's parents see him and Sora being cute (being boyfriends) and they're confused as hell, and then Riku has to come out to them right there.

Riku and Sora could be married with children and Riku’s parents would still refer to Sora as Riku’s “friend,” if they still speak at all.

Well, maybe not, but you get the idea. Riku’s family vs his sexuality is on the hand that I use to count the number of truly tragic things in Mallverse. I’m a huge sucker for happy endings so I do think I’d like Lucrecia at least to partially come around eventually, but I just feel it would take a long time and still be more just a stiff tolerance than anything.

Timing is really important here. Earlier on, Riku would be shipped off to bible school or worse if they found out. The Car Crash is actually morbidly helpful because Lucrecia realizes how fragile the house she’s built is, how she could so easily lose the family she thinks she has control of, and how in many ways she already has. (Lucrecia is also on the tragedy hand.) So I think at that point she might be more open to… being open, and not immediately shutting down in grief that one of her sons has “chosen” to forsake their extremely conservative permutation of Jenovism (or did I call it Jenovanism? BAH). Which is good because Riku’s blindness is stress related, and she’s stressing him the fuck out. They’re both broken and frightened want so bad to not lose each other. So… Crisis bonding!

haha I’m so sorry you came to me for glads and I dished up sads. I blame my dentist appointment. I need three more filings and I’m in a bad mood.

Also I should call my mom ;^;

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I have a headcanon that Lucrecia ended up with so many kids bc she kept trying for a girl and ended up pretty disappointed with all that baby delivering and 6 boys and no girls (I hope it's not weird to have mv headcanons lol)

Not weird! I love hearing that other people are putting thought like that into my my AUs. Even if I usually end up stepping on people's ideas when they send them to me >->;;;;;;She ended up with 6 boys due to a mix of medicine and religious convictions. Though I did mention her kinda wanting a daughter too, yeah. Here’s my ramble about it: http://mallverse.tumblr.com/post/95038494322/okay-so-you-know-the-post-on-tumblr-where-it-said Ultimately she was only ever pregnant thrice. She wasn't just popping out kids one after the other hoping to roll snake eyes XD

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I'M DOWN FOR WEIRD QUESTIONS! What was Lucrecia's preferred method for distinguishing tiny baby Riku and Rokuro? Nametags? Color-coding? Little sweatbands with their names stitched on? (ok probs not that one, but it's a funny picture in my brain)

Bless your soul for indulging me <3 And hm! Good question XD She's a scientist* and a surprisingly un-involved mother, so she probably labelled them in a semi-permanent way until they were old enough to know who was who for themselves. So one or both of them probably had a wristband or anklet. She trusted nannies and maids with a lot of things but at the same time still considered them "the help" and therefore dumb and/or untrustworthy in specific areas, so she didn't think they'd be able to keep track of the twins just by remembering which wore what or slept in which crib. So one or both had to be marked with an un-removable item at all times. 

*Like you THINK you can remember which sample is A and which is B but if you don't put a piece of tape or sharpie mark on them you bet your ASS you're gunna forget. Speaking from scientist experience as recently as the day before yesterday. Label your scintillation vials, Erin. LABEL YOUR VIALS. 

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datfearlesschick replied to your post: 90%

I DIDN’T THINK I’D EVER CRY OVER LUCRECIA IN THIS AU BUT JESUS CHRIST.

tbh, Lucrecia Crescent is probably one of the few truly tragic things about this AU.

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Since I'm too lazy to draw it... Lucrecia's crusade regarding making sure her boys are presentable involves a new "no hair in your eyes" rule. Seph passes due to curtained bangs. Loz slicks his hair back, so whatever. Rokuro keeps his bangs trimmed. Kadaj sweeps his completely to the side for family functions. Yazoo tosses his out of is face when their mother is looking, but it always falls back in perfect form as soon as her back is turned. And Riku has to use a clip or bobby-pins. His spikes may point down generally, but spikes they are, and they're just as stubborn as any of the gravity-defying ones that other more porcupine-y characters have.

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In light of that recent ask, some more Suzanne + Riku

“Sixteen seventeen eighteen ninet--”

“Mrs Strife, could--” He snapped his mouth shut, but it was too late; her finger had slipped when she gave a small start of surprise. A slightly petulant look stole across her face for the briefest of moments as she scanned the line of yarn loops, but with a small shrug she abandoned the search and looked up.

“Yes dear?” she asked pleasantly, lowering her hands and the short length of scarf into her lap.

“Please forgive me,” said Riku, inclining his head. “I shouldn't have interrupted.”

Suzanne gave a small puff that dismissed both the apology and a stray lock of hair. “You’re not interrupting anything.”

“I made you lose count...” he mumbled.

“Oh, they’re not going anywhere,” she chuckled. “What did you need?”

He looked up and found her watching him patiently, hands folded neatly across the abandoned knitting. It took a full ten seconds for him to remember what his query had been, and ten more to unstick his throat enough to ask it.

And if his voice was still a little croaky when he rejoined the twins in their bedroom, they were polite enough not to mention it.

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“Mother, could--”

“Shhhhhhh, Riku. Mother's counting stitches.”