kiddo.

       HE WAS SEATED on the chair in his dad’s workshop, laptop perched in his lap as he quietly typed away at his first assignment of the year. typically, he wouldn’t be found in the current position he was in — putting school at the top of his priority list, but the homecoming game was next week and if he wanted to make it a weekend long event, he’d have to knock all the work out of the way first— his dad might take notice if not. perhaps part of the reason also rested in the fact that he loved being in the same room as his dad, even if they were both silently doing their own thing. it reminded him of when it was just the two of them seeing the world together, making memories and traditions to always hold onto and look back on. he’d deny he was very attached to his dad because what teenage boy wants to be know for that? but he knew more than anyone else just how true it really was.   “   what’s a zyg— uh—   ”   raven leaned his head forward a bit and squinted his eyes at the word on the screen, sighing dramatically before returning his eyes to his dad,   “   —zygomatic arch. it’s for this anthro class i’m in but there’s no explanation for it. i mean— i could always just use google but that’s more work.   ”    had he taken the time to really look at his textbook, he would’ve learned that there was a diagram that was explanation enough, but truth be told, he had yet to flip to the correct page.   “   i think there’s only one solution to this problem. you’ve been working away over there, i’ve been working away over here. we need some brain juice, dad. and you know, we haven’t had that hot chocolate you used to make in a long time. i know we aren’t up in the mountains braving out a blizzard or anything, but — i’d still argue it’s the best way to spend a friday night. plus, i’ve had just about enough of this — anthr—anthropomorphic stuff.   ”

orion’s first instinct when he looks up at raven is to scold him for the way that he’s sitting. curled up in an old, ratty armchair with his laptop in his lap -- it’s gotta be terrible for his back, if orion’s own constant back pain is anything to go off of. speaking of which, the only thing that stops him from commenting is a slight glance at his own bodily position -- hunched over his desk, constantly standing up and sitting down again as he re-works a blueprint over and over, calloused hands covered in chalk and graphite from hours of silent, determined work. raven is so much more like him than he ever expected, and he keeps reminding him of that, down to the way that he sits in a goddamn chair in the least comfortable position possible. so, selfishly, he keeps the thought to himself and replaces it with the thought that he needs to get a new armchair; one with better padding, he supposes. one of those memory foam ones, and a wider seat -- a recliner, so raven can put his legs up all he wants. “ a zygomatic arch, ” he begins, followed by a warm chuckle as he muses over the blatant mispronunciation of several words. “ ----is this part of your cheek. ” he lifts a hand to gently prod at his upper cheekbone, effectively leaving behind a mark of white chalk where his fingertips press to his skin. “ this is for anthro? sounds more like anatomy to me. ” he hums in amusement, turning his attention back to his blueprint for a mere few moments of silence before raven decides to pipe up again, as usual. he sighs, smiling serenely and standing up straight, exaggerating a stretch of his arms up over his head. usually, he’d brush off a request like that, but cinnamon dark italian hot chocolate does sound really good right now, and he’s been working for hours, and, again, cinnamon dark italian hot chocolate. “ yeah, yeah, okay, ” he allows a resigned smile, carefully putting his tools away and rolling up the blueprint to set it aside. “ but you’re finishing that assignment first thing tomorrow. ” he saunters out of the workshop with a slight snicker, ambling towards the kitchen to start boiling some water in a pot. “ how was practice today? i forgot to ask earlier, ” he calls over his shoulder where he presumes raven has followed him, turning from side to side to stretch his back. 

carreau + sonneillon

carreau: do you consider yourself compassionate or harsh to others? why?

“ well, i’d like to think i’m compassionate. i try to pour as much of myself into others as i can healthily manage, but it’s —- it’s hard to tell when it comes to kids like the ones in the manor. some of them —– some have had it pretty bad, you know? and sometimes they don’t understand that the rules i have set, like – you know, a curfew, and a chore rotation – they don’t understand that it’s for their own good, and that they’re supposed to learn from it. but i can’t blame them for things like that. i know —– i know what it’s like. i had to unlearn everything i had ever known before i could even begin to discover what was good for me. ”

✚ ☼

✜ for a fear headcanon.

when orion is scared in a ‘ potential danger detected ’ sort of way, he gets this real particular look on his face. it looks a lot like he’s concerned, he’ll be hyper alert, eyes flickering around like he’s looking for something. he also tends to go really, really quiet, even to the point where he’ll politely ask others to quiet down simply because his mind is usually racing too much and noise is overwhelming. he will go completely tense, and will often gather the people around him like a herding dog to make sure he can protect them if need be – paternal instincts, you know.

☼ for a dream headcanon.

orion very very rarely remembers his dreams. he’s sort of trained himself to forget them when he wakes up, because he tends to have a lot of stress dreams or dreams about his childhood. but when he does remember them, a bad day usually follows – one where he’ll hole himself up in his office with the excuse of having a lot of work to do, but he ends up not getting much work done at all. 

Ask me about my demons.

lilith: what was your biggest rebellion against authority? why did you do it? raum: do you have a tendency to hoard anything? if so, what? jezebel: talk about a time you used your sexuality to get your way mephistopheles: have you ever helped  a loved one destroy themselves? verrier: do you find yourself disobeying or obeying most authority? asmodeus: on whom do you want revenge and how would you take it? baal: if you were a god, how would you prefer to be worshipped? lamia: how do you feel about children? lucifer: what are you most proud of? sonneillon: do you hate anyone? batibat: talk about the worst nightmare you have ever had abaddon: what person, place, or thing have you most wanted to destroy? belias: do you gossip? abraxas: do you believe in any higher power? if so, what? ornias: talk about a time where you felt drained of energy lix tetrax: if you could travel by wind, where would you go? astaroth: have you ever falsely accused someone? carreau: do you consider yourself compassionate or harsh to others? why? leviathan: what do you believe lies in the unexplored areas of the ocean? belphigor: if you could pick 3 forms to shapeshift into, what would they be? azazel: talk about a time when you were falsely blamed for something mammon: when were you most greedy? for what? verrith: are you a patient or impatient person? pythius: out of all the lies you have ever told, which is your favorite? berith: do you often argue with others?

☠

☠ for a death headcanon.

orion gets particularly agitated when people joke about death. he already doesn’t understand ‘ millennial humor, ’ but the dry, morbid jokes about wanting to die and the like tend to irritate him rather than confuse him. when he catches someone in the manor joking about death like that, he’ll be unusually stern in correcting them, almost unapologetically so. ( he also skips past death scenes in tv shows, and discreetly gets up to use the bathroom during them if he’s at the movie theater. )

☆ + who's your favourite child in the house

“ you said child. technically, the only child in the manor right now is bec. so, she’s my favorite. ” @faultcd

𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟘𝟘𝟙. ( STILL ACCEPTING! )

chatoyer

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chatoyer (to shimmer): what is sure to make you cry?

“ oh, god. those goddamn videos where they show a stray dog being rescued and rehabilitated and all that. there was this one about this dog named zyler, and he had this really nasty mange and had to have a leg amputated, but now he has a family and looks like a totally new dog and wears sweaters all the time... jesus h. christ. i’ll tear up just thinking about it. ”

croquis (sketch) doux (soft)

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croquis (sketch): are you artistic? what’s your favorite medium?

“ well, i sort of have to be, because of my job. i literally build buildings in my head, and then i have to draw them in a way that makes sense for somebody to build it in real life. but when i was younger, i used to do this sort of stuff for fun – not that it’s not fun now, but you know what i mean. i used to draw, paint, all that stuff. in high school i’d sit on the stoop and do five-minute portraits for quick cash, and then i’d blow it all on new pencils ‘cause i’d burn through ‘em like water. but, uh, yeah. to answer your second question – definitely graphite. ”

doux (soft): where do you feel most safe?

“ at home, in my office, i think. my bedroom is where i go to relax, but my office is where i go to get stuff done. and when i’m busy, i’m safe. ”

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aesthetic french asks

ange (angel): what’s your opinion on religion? do you believe in anything?

bisou (kiss): what’s your favorite place to be kissed?

brûler (to burn): what are you most passionate about?

câlin (hug): who was the last person you hugged?

chaleur (heat): what are your favorite kinks?

chatoyer (to shimmer): what is sure to make you cry?

chaussettes (socks): what do you misplace the most?

citronnade (lemonade): what’s your favorite beverage?

coquillage (seashell): what’s your favorite sound?

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doux (soft): where do you feel most safe?

écarlate (scarlet): is it easy to make you blush?

éclatant (dazzling): what was your first favorite song?

étoile (star): believe in astrology?

floraison (bloom): do you believe in love?

libellule (dragonfly): what’s your favorite super power?

luciole (firefly): what was your dream job when you were little?

nuage (cloud): what is your dream job now?

orage (thunderstorm): are you scared of storms?

papillon (butterfly): any allergies?

parapluie (umbrella): favorite kind of weather?

péripatéticien (wanderer): believe in ghosts?

piscine (swimming pool): do you like swimming?

plaisir (pleasure): your favorite dessert?

pleuvoir (to rain): do you blow dry your hair or let it air dry?

sirène (mermaid): any tattoos? If not, do you want any?

soleil (sun): all time favorite concert you’ve been to?

tournesol (sunflower): favorite flower?

☀️🌙✨ tarot questions ✨🌙☀️

the fool: do you have any nicknames? the magician: have you ever written a poem or song about somebody else? the high priestess: what is your dream date? the empress: do you think you will ever get married? the emperor: what are some names that you like? the hierophant: do you believe in ghosts? the lovers: do you have a crush? the chariot: thoughts on astrology? strength: what is your dream occupation?  the hermit: what is your favorite soda pop? wheel of fortune: first three songs that come on shuffle? justice: favorite color of rose? the hanged man: favorite movie soundtrack? death: what are three things you want to do before you die? temperance: can you describe a strange dream you’ve had? the devil: do you enjoy thunderstorms? the tower: favorite colors to wear? the star: have you ever seen a psychic? the moon: have you ever written a love letter? the sun: do you believe in magic? judgement: do you enjoy school? the world: do you like waking up early?

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chase·.

the block party was, as usual, booming. although there was really nothing to celebrate about—no milestone to mark (besides the end of summer—that didn’t count), chase enjoyed the festivities. children were running around, teenagers were sneaking off, adults were lounging in the tent, and chase had spent half of the morning hovering near the aforementioned tent with a paper plate stuffed with various finger food while downing can after can of tepid beer. as a person approached, he found himself speaking, voice slightly slurred from the vast amounts of liquor he’d already consumed. “i’d avoid the shrimp,” he begins with a grin. “i saw, like, three people run off to the bathroom pretty quick after having one. seems like a recipe for disaster. unless you’re into that,” he added cheekily.

“ good thing i’m allergic, ” orion comments matter-of-factly, an eyebrow cocked suspiciously at the slight slur to chase’s words. the kid’s always been sort of a pseudo-son to him -- he’s been coming around the manor since he was a teenager, so orion’s always felt somewhat obligated to keep track of him, even if he’s a perfectly capable adult by now. ( though, sometimes, orion will debate on the ‘perfectly’ part -- capable, of course, but questionably so. especially with alcohol in the picture. ) “ chase, that’s disgusting. ” he scrunches his nose at the thought before quickly shooing it out of his mind, chasing it out with another sip of craft beer and a shake of his head. then, finally, his suspicion gets the best of him and morphs into morbid curiosity. “ how much have you had to drink, hm? ” he asks, lilting voice laced with an air of concern he can’t quite mask all the way. 

gabriela.

     𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐈𝐍  𝐀  𝐅𝐎𝐆          for what felt like days .  going through the motions of her daily life ,  yet not truly doing anything .  classes had started back and sure ,  she was there ,  but she had stopped paying attention a while ago .  normally ,  in a mood like this ,  a nice  cold one  would be the perfect band aid fix .  unfortunately ,  that was just the problem .  she might not know  a ton  about having a baby ,  but she sure knew that drinking was out of the question .  she had to keep up the facade however ,  so she found herself inside the gated tent ,  clasping just a coke  (  sin rum  )  in her hand ,  and glancing out towards the crowd of people that surrounded it .          ❛   you know  ––  you don’t look twenty one to me .   ❜         she remarked ,  an  easy  smile displayed on her face as she glanced at  them  .          ❛   but then again  ––  what do i know ?   ❜          a quick eyebrow raise and she brought the drink to her lips .          ❛   having fun ?   ❜                   (   open starter !   )

miraculously, he’s managed to weasel a break of sorts into his tightly-wound schedule. he figures he has maybe fifteen minutes before he has to make his rounds checking on all the rockefeller kids again, so he’s going to make the most of it -- in the form of a glass of fancy ipa beer in each hand, the most expensive shit on the menu because he deserves it. he’s taken a sip from each when he hears the girl’s joke, his head turning for a mere moment before he lets out a soft burst of laughter, setting his glasses down on the nearest table before he risks spilling the contents everywhere. “ god -- i sure hope not. i didn’t spend twenty years growing this thing ---- ” he gestures vaguely to the lower half of his face. his beard, of course. “ -----to look anywhere near twenty-one, thank you very much. ” it’s true -- he was a scrawny kid, even up through college, always doing everything he could to make himself look older. he’s sure the couple decades of steady stress are starting to help out on that front, too. “ sure, sure. my kid keeps getting himself into trouble, but what can you do, y’know? ” he flashes a weak smile, motioning to his drinks, before he eyes the cup in her hand with a perplexed chuckle. “ all these fancy craft beers, and you’re drinking... what is that -- rum and coke? come on, now. ”

kiddo·.

“   COME ON !   ”   a roguish grin replaces pensive chapped lips as hickory eyes explore the vibrant surroundings — bustling with residents in the midst of chatter, competition, and laughter.   “   i reckon i meet the height requirements for the bouncy castles and it’d be a shame to let that go to waste, don’t ‘ya think? here’s the game plan …   ”    pointer finger taps his temple one time before he points it in the direction of the bouncy castles,   “   i’ll go in and throw all the kids out, then we take it over — like king of the castle. anybody tries to come in? we zap ‘em !   ”   a pause as he pulls the can from his back pocket, brows wiggling playfully,   “   with silly string, of course.   ”

“ ah-ah-ah, ” orion tuts through a laugh, warm as almost-out embers, as he saunters up behind raven and his little posse of friends ( who all seem to scatter at the sight of a father figure ). at events like these, he feels a little bit like a chicken with its head cut off -- tracking all of the rockefeller residents as best as he can to keep them out of trouble, while also trying to keep track of his own kid, and maybe even have a bit of his own fun in the form of a few glasses of beer in the middle there somewhere. he imagines his feat can’t be any easier or harder than the family he’d just breezed past who seemed to be juggling three toddlers, one of which whom was absolutely wailing at the top of their tiny little lungs, and orion’s not too sure if he wants to know why ( but considering they were standing near the cornhole games, he’d take a wild guess and say the kid either accidentally took a small beanbag to the face, or was just a really, really sore loser ). “ you are NOT going to kick a bunch of innocent six-year-olds out of a bouncy house, branwen. ” he uses his full name as a joke -- for the most part, anyways. “ why aren’t you doing the things meant for kids your own age? first you’re hijacking bouncy houses, next you’re gonna be stealing candy from babies... "