Wolf mother, where you been?

i'm the big bad wolf. let the games begin. --- affiliated oc blog ; indie friendly. fc is Rosario Dawson fated to Speed-o-Sound Sonic.

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understandable. maybe that’s why he’s become so accustomed to calling her ‘mother’ or ‘mom’– all the variations of, ironically he has no idea just what a mom is like other than theres the sense of protection and love and guidance and cherishing– fond memories and though they met for a few months before hey seem to almost meld and muddle together.

which is funny because nic was known for not getting attached to anyone besides worick and nina. he even has a hard time growing to like alex. b was iffy as well, she wasn’t hesitant, she was loud and very strongly opinionated, she was pretty when she felt like being gussied up and even prettier in her natural state. she didn’t try unless she had too. he valued her, which was even more strange.

THAT’S REALLY FUNNY MOM, HILARIOUS, I’M PISSIN’ MYSELF JUST LAUGHIN.

he wasn’t half lying. there was a shit eating grin.

SAY MA’, WHAT’S SO GREAT ABOUT ALCOHOL ANYWAY? IT’S NASTY, GIVES YA BAD BREATH, SHITTY HEADACHES AND YEARS OF REGRET AND AIDS TESTIN’. WHAT’S THE POINT? JUST TRY SOME MILK, IT’S NICE, RELAXING, HELPS YOU GROW.

hes bitter and short.

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b could honestly say the same towards him.  she wasn’t known to taking people under her wing, very rarely did she ever and it was always someone of her own species at that. but as is her way, she immediately took to nic as a friend and as time went on and the memories grew between them. quite possibly because they both fell into a guarded but easy going manner, both knowing that neither of them were ready to open up but still respected it. 

they both had emotional issues that they were struggling to work past.  like mother like son. 

she just grinned at him in response before rolling her shoulders. there was a series of rather unpleasant sounding pops and crackling as she stretched her arms above her and in front of her, her body settling into the new height: an inch or five over nic’s head. 

“Don’t need milk for that, babycakes.” she even went so far as to lean an elbow on his head as they walked. “and its good ‘cause it makes me forget my old regrets by making new ones. the circle of this stupid, shitty life, it is. besides! i can have milk with my alcohol. theres recipes for that. it’s nasty but theres recipes for it. “

stay bitter and short. 

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when u get the bad brains for a few days n cant do anything mildly productive. anyway sorry to those waiting on replies ; i’ll get to them soon since its my weekend [ tho more than likely not tomorrow since the dpool movie drops n unfortunately i have to go see it.. ] 

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Wolf mother, where you been? You look so worn, so thin

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“…????”

* you’re currently wondering who this lady is and why she was holding you. not that you minded, you had always liked being carried. but still, you found this a bit weird.

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chalk it up to the weird lady knowing another iceberg situation when she could see it. she gave frisk a tight squeeze before setting them down again. 

“looked like you needed it.” smooth. 

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gently picks up frisk nd never lets them go 

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does a split and tells u to remember ur sins

she was married, once. 

she doesn’t remember it at large. but she was married. he was a king. a sovereign by birth. when she was young and foolish, she could get lost in the galaxies his eyes contained. in the hypnotizing way he smiled. 

she was smitten. and she was so terribly young. and so terribly foolish. 

it had started out like something straight out of dreams. the wedding, grand and nothing short of extravagant. she was a vision and she was all too ready to tell him ‘i do’. the way he held her when they first danced made her feel safe,

                                       the way he held her throat made her terrified. 

and the way they laughed as if they had some secret between them, 

                                                 did she ever learn how to hide her bruises? 

and the way that he looked at her as if she held his entire world in her hand, 

                                                           he always did like grabbing her wrists, 

everything just seemingly fell into place and she was happy. this was any girls fairytale, 

                                                              a personal hell, 

and she was proud to call a man like him her husband. 

                                                                     did all gods hate their wives? 

and she was told again

                                          and again

that she should have been proud to call him her husband. that the bruises would fade.

                                                                               remember your dowry! 

that she shouldn’t have tested his patience.

                                                                      surely such a good looking man wasn’t so mean.

that if she didn’t want to deal with the wrath, then she shouldn’t have fell in love with an old god. 

                                                                       if he didn’t want to die                                                                       then maybe                                                                       he should have loved                                                                       honored                                                                       and obeyed                                                                       his patient                                                                       and loving                                                                       wife. 

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Send “REMEMBER YOUR SINS” for my muse to be forced to remember something awful they did that they might have forgotten about or even repressed!

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“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

it was a reasonable fear.

b didn’t tend to keep company for long. not human ones, anyway. in her lifetime, they came and they went in a blink of an eye with how pitifully short their lives were. the ever lasting curse of being immortal, one could suppose. you live forever but what is it worth if you’re going to do it alone? 

and how long would she stay here, at koi? this small yet cozy and temporary home, one that was cute but the appeal was beginning to wear and dangerously edge into boring and monotonous. 

the people she met here were.. interesting. to say the least. 

a weird bunch of people. some baldy who liked to run around in pajamas. a couple of cannibals who seemed so out of place but seemingly fit right in. izaya. and then there was nic. nic, who she grew to call a son and he grew to calling her mother. how it happened, she wasn’t exactly sure. just that they grew closer over the months and that she actively found herself worrying over him. 

but she couldn’t afford the attachment. nic was different, it was true. something more than human, but something not at her level. it was possible that, for a while, she could bring him along and keep him. she could ignore the eventual call of mortality and things would be fine. 

for a moment. for an eternity. 

she’s never had a son before. 

she opened her eyes, the bright green staring aimlessly for a moment before moving and focusing on the man above her. and a smile ever so slowly creeped across her face as she lifted her hands to speak. 

☞ i could never. i love you too much. ☜

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five-word sentences.

“ please just let me forget. ”

“ c'mon try to guess what. ”

“ just leave me alone already. ”

“ no, i’m not going to. ”

“ you can’t change my mind. ”

“ my mind is made up. ”

“ i’m not gonna let you. ”

“ don’t do that to me. ”

“ think about what you’re doing. ”

“ why aren’t you listening now? ”

“ i want to sleep forever. ”

“ you need to leave now. ”

“ i’ll always have your back. ”

“ now there’s no going back. ”

“ the view really is spectacular. ”

“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”

“ why can’t you trust me? ”

“ don’t even bother with clothes. ”

“ i don’t love you anymore. ”

“ i am a great person. ”

“ you are a tolerable drunk. ”

“ exactly, why are you awake? ”

“ i’m gonna ignore you now. ”

“ how is that not hilarious? ”

“ please just calm down now. ” 

“ i was already calm, asshole. ”

“ i can see your underwear. ”

“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

“ please stop losing your temper. ”

“ you can cry if needed. ”

“ you have to run away. ”

“ i just wanna be yours. ”

“ ashes, we all fall down. ”

“ i’m hoping you’ll understand me. ”

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4 nic

even if nic isnt that much taller than her, he’s still bigger bodily wise and so b will absolutely just sit in his lap and lean against him like he’s a human chair

sometimes they’ll go to the shelter and just sit for hours w the animals there. nic tends to gravitate towards the cats nd b goes to hang out w the puppies

b probably hulks out the most over nic tbh. like. she’s got th strongest need to protect him and make sure he’s Okay and that often ends in her breaking the rental a lot more than she should. 

she absolutely did learn sign language for him [ i would say asl but iiiiiim not 100% that nic speaks english? do we have a translating system here? idk lets just bullshit as we go along ‘k ] she’s terrible at it but she still tries

they’re rude to ppl and b will shift her image to look more like nic’s [ from a biological standpoint ] and she absolutely will lie and say she’s his birth mom

they like watching terrible reality shows on vh1 

and quoting it back to each other nonstop 

also stupid shit like

so you just gonna come up to me at my birthday party with a birthday gift on my birthday with a birthday gift to my birthday party on my birthday

4 saitam 

lot of trying of the patience. at least from b’s end. she thinks she can absolutely take one of his punches [ wrong ] and constantly tries it

another one that she steals clothes from. mostly the oppai hoodie cos she thinks its funny.

she probably spends a lot of time at his place. just becos he’s easy to hang out w / he never tells her to go home. she also just casually crashes in his bed and even if he tells her to go home she still doesnt cos she’s already there what are you gonna do move her good luck

he’s probs the only one she hasn’t broken the rental around mostly becos she’s legitimately afraid of whats gonna happen between them if she does. 

if she’s feeling particularly Annoying she’ll change her hair to a crew cut but never says anything about it. he never really notices but once or twice. they just look weird together. 

saitama is, aside from nic, the only person to see b vulnerable. and even then its few and far in between. and if he recognizes / says something about it he’s gotta get smackt. 

they’re gay bury me w this ship idc 

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b’s gonna be such a pain in the ass for izaya from a lot of fronts. like not only is she gonna bug him about the stuff w uta, but like. he won’t be able to get any kind of dirt on her just because she tends not to leave much of a personal trail. seriously. she’s been alive since ancient egypt and nobody can tell you a single thing about her. 

that being said tho. these two can b absolute bitches when they’re together and out in public. they love killing two birds with one stone by people watching and making nasty commentary as they go. 

b absolutely has stolen his jacket once or twice becos she was too lazy to get hers. 

she absolutely has busted into their space and DO YOU GUYS NEED ANYTHING A CONDOM SOME SNACKS JUST LET ME KNOW

enjoy the worlds worst inlaw izaya 

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[vainglorioux-blog]

“yikes. i hope some people don’t plan on giving up their day jobs.” 

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“i was on the c list once, when i tried out for being a hero. i blew away every test and they put me on c. my friend genos? the cyborg? he didnt do too bad, i was better, not even in the gloating way, and he got on a rank immediately. i was proud of him, he really wanted to prove himself,” he whistled to himself.

he didnt show himself to a lot of people. notably saitama was, as  alot of people put, just an average guy. comical, but human. he was fairly like every other person, he had his anxiety attacks, his depressive slumps, his jealous fits, he experienced a lot of emotions but at the end of the day he tends to just shrug it off. that was over now he can move on,  sure he was strong physically but he was also strong mentally and emotionally.

sometimes.

because every human falls at some point in their life.

“youre the best b. haha, get it, the best?” shut the fuck up saitama. “i think i see something over there, i think it is indeed a ihop.” he suddenly squeezed her thighs and bolted off, immediately, standing at the door within mere seconds and stood up straight. “here we are.” saitama what the hell.

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she pursed her lips and made a popping sound with her tongue before speaking. 

“sounds like somewhere someone rigged shit, you ask me.” good thing nobody did. she still kept eyeing him curiously, that nagging feeling pulling at her gut that she just wanted to know more. if you were friends, saitama became more of an open book as things progressed. but it was still interesting that there was no big secret. there was no magic.

he was just an ordinary human. 

maybe thats why he made for such an interesting plaything.  she hummed quietly and gently tapped a claw against his chest, thoughts still churning as he spoke again. she didn’t even have a chance to register what was happening before she was grabbed and they were off. 

well. wasn’t that an experience. she glanced up at the place and carefully made her way back down to solid ground. “ugh. my thighs are gonna be weird and achey for days. you’d think i’d at least get that from doing something more fun.” how many innuendos can you drop before it gets desperate? 

[vanidisus]

needless to say, he wasn’t exactly expecting to be flagged down in the middle of a crowded sidewalk– by a woman he didn’t even know, for that matter.

“yes?”

he looked at her curiously, a small smile on his lips– a practiced, polite smile, that one would generally give a stranger. he gave a short, dry laugh at her words, shrugging as his hands slipped into his pockets. he hummed thoughtfully for a moment, before sighing– nodding his head slightly as he exhaled.

“i would suggest you use the term ‘friends’ rather loosely, but yes, i’m… familiar with him.”

his eyebrow raised at her words, and his lips curled into a smirk for a moment before the polite smile was back– as if it never left in the first place. his voice when he spoke was quiet as he took a step away from the bustling crowd so they could at least speak a little more privately– and also not run the risk of anyone bumping into them.

“did he, now? i must admit, i’m curious about what he might have said… but in the mean time, i suppose that it’s a pleasure to meet you, i take this all to mean that you’re also an associate of uta-san’s, no?”

there was a slight pause as he looked her over, realizing that he didn’t even have the slightest inking towards what her name could possibly be– despite the fact that she had been the one to stop him, as if that action alone wasn’t bothersome in the first place. 

he’s a very busy man, even in koi. there was limitless information that was waiting to be found, and izaya really didn’t like wasting his time on small talk with others when he didn’t find it necessary or interesting. and this?

“it’s a sad, really– i mean, you apparently know who i am, but i can’t say that i’ve heard even an passing comment about you…?

this was so extra.

the only interesting part of this conversation was that she apparently knew uta, which in itself isn’t that strange seeing as the man did tend to talk to a lot of people. it made for interesting pillow talk, if anything.

at least the woman didn’t seem that interested either, given how she was eyeing the unwrapped burger in her hands.

“but, i do know how it goes. however… usually the polite thing to do when introducing yourself to a stranger you have no immediate connection with, is to- at the very least- state your name first before asking questions… don’t you agree? you already know apparently, but i’m orihara izaya– and you are?”

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you couldn’t bullshit a bullshitter.  a quick flick of her dark eyes and she saw- and recognized- that false smile. and didn’t even have the courtesy of returning one of her own. instead, she just finally tore the wrapper off of her food and without hesitation took a bite. a flash of fangs. and something darker. 

she swallowed and swiped her tongue over her upper lip, speaking before going in for another bite.

“i’ll use whatever words i want to,” her tone suggested one of absolutely no budging on the matter. “you talking, you friends. you fuckin’, you still friends.” 

a spark. and suddenly, back to complete indifference. her eyes returned to her meal again, talons picking through what she didn’t want and dropping the rather unappealing looking tomatoes onto the concrete next to her. someone elses problem. 

“i’m not a girl that kisses and tells, so. you’ll have to ask him yourself.” funny statement for someone who had no intention of that sort with the guy. but then again, what kind of statement could you use for someone whose sole relationship you had with them was an awkwardly perched parental relationship slash pack hunting mentality with? 

hard to find a greeting card for that. 

“but we’re friends. good friends. hence why i’m making this little visit.” another sharp glance in izaya’s direction, her dark eyes pinned to the guy as she tore another bite out of her food. “just wanted to know who he was hanging out with. if there was any cause for concern. you know how it goes. 

“he can take care of himself, but i worry.” 

worry was a strong word. no, nosey was what was happening here. you know someone you need to know who all is swimming in the tank. you need to know if there are any kind of sharks in your own feeding pool. thats just what this visit was. 

brief irritation flashes across her face and for a split moment--  nothing. she has better control than that. so instead she just offers a sharp smile. 

two can play this game if he’s so hellbent on playing it.

“B, sweetheart. as in,” she snapped up the rest of the burger rather easily, sticking her thumb in her mouth to lick the extra grease off of it before continuing. “being polite isn’t in my fucking repertoire. we got to that end point eventually, didn’t we? so you wanna come at me about manners, maybe let me get a word in edgewise out of my mouth before anything else.”

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he knew his mother wasn’t the violent sort. ironic, right? but still nevertheless he wanted to try and make her smile some. even after the fight. again, fighting made her feel ugly.

was it because she transformed from what the public was used too? or was it some emotional thing? whenever he fought he felt ontop of the world muddled with feral anxiety, like a wild animal fighting all the aspects the food chain sets down, the weaker getting gobbled up by whatevers bigger– it was a rush for someone who felt so dead on the inside.

was that how she felt?

i hate it but you like it, ill take you to go get some, i want milk

he switched to sign language, his voice not fit for speaking anyways.

[vainglorioux-blog]

it wasn’t that she wasn’t violent.  no, she had violence in the very makeup of her genetics. rage simmered in a constant thrum under her skin at any given moment. people were irritating like that. she was just better than to let that beast run wild. she was better than to turn into some feral thing because someone pushed her too far. 

one comment too far and all that precious humanity she worked so hard to grab for was gone. 

she was better than that. after all, she was the mature, smart one. 

“you never stop surprising me, y’know that?” she kept talking however, perfectly manicured fingers following along lazily as she spoke. she wasn’t the best at sign language but she still tried. for him. “you look like the kinda guy that knows drinking as well as he does breathing. and here you are, a tea totaler. not that its a bad thing, y’know, just. appearances.” 

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Name: i go by orion or jacket  Zodiac sign: capricorn Gender: eldritch abomination Height: 5′4 Favourite colour: Black nd red Time right now: 7:24pm Average hours of sleep: when i work, like five or six hours. days off is more like 12. Last thing I googled: morton salt wall collapse  Lucky number: 13 Number of blankets: two; ones just a dark navy minky blanket and the other is a really thick furry one with peacocks on it. 

Favourite characters idk i have a lot. 

Favourite books: books of blood by clive barker but i also mostly read comics so like.

Favourite bands/artists: in this moment, she wants revenge, FFDP, ludo, creature feature, the bombay royale, skrillex, feed me, the bloody beetroots, uhhh 

Dream job: tattoo artist throws a peace sign

What am I wearing right now: a dpool hoodie, a furry shirt, and some rly comfortable yet ugly pants. 

Random facts:

i have a pacific rim tattoo and a full sleeve dedicated to kaiju becos im irl newt geiszler

my cats name is sean connery

ive seen beetlejuice enough times to be able to quote it line for line

When did you create your blog: idk last month sometime i think

Current amount of followers: 25? idk

What made you decide to join tumblr: way back when dinosaurs roamed my friend got me into it and ive been stuck ever since

Why did I choose my URL: vainglorious is someone who is incredibly vain and conceited and vainglorioux is becos i couldn’t get the actual word. 

What do you post about: a weird demon mom who keeps butting into ppls’ business 

Do I get asks on a daily basis: nah lmao thats for popular ppl 

People I tag: whoever wants to do it / hasn’t done it yet sure