Callisto trying to stop Penelope from leaving for the excavation sites and her honest reaction:
Callisto has malewife potential, the way he wanted to crown Penelope as the Emperor and he’d be her spouse sksksksks. He wanted to be her trophy husband lmao. This happened at some point, canon I was there, I was the pillow Callisto hid underneath the robes, pretty sure they had a conversation that went like this
Penelope: I’ll go—
Callisto: I’m pregnant.
Penelope: what.
Callisto: I’m with child, and it’s yours
Penelope:
Callisto:
Penelope: how.
Callisto: we didn’t use protection, didn’t you say you were going to get me pregnant if we were to get stuck in a closet? That was not a closet, but it most definitely worked. You can’t leave your pregnant spouse to be just like that.
Penelope: get rid of that pillow. now.
Callisto: this is OUR CHILD
Penelope: do not. I will deny your weekly visits.
Callisto: *throws away pillow all harumph harumph* fine! come here, we’re getting to work for the real deal since you’ve denied me this child
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☆ puppy love
{☆} characters zhongli
{☆} notes cult au, drabble, gender neutral reader
{☆} warnings none
{☆} word count 0.4k
He considers himself well collected - calm, even in the most perilous of dangers.
He could not, however, predict you guiding his head to your lap and running your hands through his hair. Every little praise beneath your breath, commenting on just how fluffy and soft his hair was, made him weak.
He was..not sure how to feel about it. Elated? Excited?
Perhaps this was simply a custom of yours? Which only made it all the more complicated. Was he meant to react in some way? You did not instruct him, beyond telling him to lay his head upon your lap and asking for permission to brush his hair.
"You're so pretty, Zhongli."
Ah. He felt his body tense - in surprise, he assumed. He..could not deny that it felt nice to be complimented like that, even if it did surprise him. And if it pleased you, then surely there would be no harm in allowing it? It took some amount of effort, but he relaxed his muscles, slumping against your lap, "Zhongli?"
He blinks. Once. Twice. Before hesitantly lifting his head, "Are you okay? You didn't pass out there, right?" His voice failed him them, throat suddenly dry. The concern on your face was..new. He did not have time to process why it felt nice to be worried over, before his cheeks are smushed between your hands.
"You're not sick, are you?"
"..No, Divine One."
He coughs into his hand, offering a small smile in hopes of easing your worry, but it only seems to make it worse. You scrutinize him, and suddenly he feels very small, despite being nearly double your height when he is not laying at your feet.
"I assure you, Divine One, I'm fine-"
"You better not be lying to me, Zhongli, or I'll.."
You puff out your cheeks, almost pouting as you lean down and burst out in sudden laughter. It, admittedly, makes him jump, but the sound of your genuine laughter..makes him unbearably soft.
"Hm..I'll tell Hu Tao about that time you got your horns stuck in the tree when you tried to climb it to get me some fruit."
He coughs, desperately hoping his embarrassment doesn't show on his face, "I assure you, Most Divine, that I would not lie to you. Ah..but, if you would, please do not tell the Director about that incident."
"Only if you let me pet your tail. Pretty please?"
He really was weak for you if your exaggerated puppy dog eyes made him weak in the knees, relenting and slinking the tail over your lap - it was worth it, at least, to see your eyes light up as you combed through the fur, brushing your fingers delicately across the scales.
He desperately hoped you would ignore the low rumbling purr in favor of focusing on his tail. He did not need further ammunition for the Director.
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I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY AU SO IM GONNA TALK ABOUT WHO CAN COOK AND WHO CANT
Finney can cook. With Terrence being sometimes black out drunk, he basically taught himself how to make food for him and his sister. Finney sometimes pulls out his mom’s old cookbook to try and get a reminisce of her and make a nice dinner or breakfast.
Robin can cook. He’s probably one of the best out of the 6 of them. His mom taught him all the tricks and recipes she knew, and when she passed on, Robin’s uncle stepped up to teach him more. Robin also has his mom’s cookbook, which is jam packed with so many recipes for food and treats.
Bruce can not cook for shit, to be honest! He’s okay at making breakfast, but when it comes to anything else that involves a pan, a pot, or an oven/stove, he is completely helpless. Usually this means he just eats cereal for breakfast and orders food for him and Amy if their parents aren’t home for dinner.
Vance can cook! Whenever he had to go to his dad’s, he knew his dad wouldn’t cook a thing for him, so Vance made food for himself 99% of the time. When he went back to his mom’s though, she taught him to cook things and actually took care of him. Vance makes Griffin food when their mom is caught up with a late shift. Vance of course makes food for Bruce since he loves him. Vance earns the title of malewife /hj
Billy can’t really cook that much. SOMEHOW he knows how to make an apple pie without messing it up. Everything else he makes burns a lot though. His family got take out a lot or ate TV dinners, so they only ate homemade food like 3 days a week. After the whole basement fiasco though, he ended up eating homemade food more often since he goes to Griffin’s house a lot.
Griffin can cook. He isn’t that experienced, but he can make a killer plate of pesto pasta. Griffin’s vegetarian, and he grew up eating basically zero processed food, so when he makes stuff, his food is healthy and stuff. He forgot how to make a lot of stuff after being in the basement for almost 3 years, basically almost a 1000 days, but his mom taught him recipes again when he got home. He’ll still make non-vegetarian meals when someone wants food that has meat in it.
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