#absolutejusticebat

FOREWORD INCOMING   always accepting memes !!    headcanon   !!   written by @absolutejusticebat

what a complicated answer, because it's not a straight one. it's b o t h. ahmya is extremely touched starved, most people who were around her were forbidden from touching her less they be tainted with her sin. so she's never really been held, nor kissed even familial by her family.

despite this, ahmya was married and has experienced some level of intercourse though it was not enjoyable for anyone involved so her experience with touch is also piss poor and she fears that people only want to touch her to use her, and abuse her again. on top of the emotional damage, ahmya's got double the amount of nerve endings all over her body so pain is debilitating, and touch, when unwanted, can be incredibly overstimulating and uncomfortable.

on the flipside, pleasure is euphoric but ahmya doesn't know what that's like.

so again, she craves touch, she's touch starved, she wants to be physically loved more than anything else in the world. she wants to be held, kissed, touched in ways she's only ever read about in her silly smutty books.

kata doesn't enjoy events organized by die böswilligkeit. the lights are low, the scents of tobacco and alcohol lingering in the air. it makes her nose wrinkle.

she feels like the odd one out. one of the few women in the venue, wearing one of her darker outfits but still not fitting in. these places aren't for her, but her father and brother refuse to let her stay at home on her own. so she's been dragged to another event. another long and boring evening.

" just sit over here, okay? you'll be fine, sis. "

led to a small booth in the corner of the venue. quiet, isolated, unlikely to be disturbed. kata watches as rein disappears into the crowd of people, blending into the dark blur. there's no chance she's spotting her father either, even with his red hair.

@absolutejusticebat said: "Little one. Allow me to help you with your struggles." The voice broke through darkness as if it was cutting through mist. The man known as Bane stepped out of the shadows. Massive in size. "I work for men and women who can help you. Who can make you STRONGER. Better. You can serve a higher purpose." The aura this man was giving was of pure MALICE. Dangerous came off him like warning lights.`

Strangers speaking to her from the darkness to be expected at this point in Ava's life, though what is said is decidedly different than what she normally hears. Help her with her struggles? It would have made sense if people assumed her to be a lost child, that happened quite often, but what follows makes her wary.

Make her stronger. Serve a higher purpose.

Had the Strategos not said essentially the same before they attempted to completely rebuild her? Brainwash her further? Was that not exactly what Titan aimed to do with all the wayward souls that they created?

Instinctively, her axe and the dragonflies are summoned, the latter forming a protective circle around Ava. The axe, comically large in comparison to Ava, is leveled at the man's head as best she can as she glares daggers back at him. The malice radiating from him was matched, if not slightly more so, by the unadulterated rage that Ava is feeling.

@absolutejusticebat said : He softly brush some of their hair away. "You are cute." <3

@absolutejusticebat said:

The giant step out of the shadows as if birth by the darkness itself. Shadows dragging off his massive form. 16 feet of muscles straight down at her.

"Fate has terrible power. You cannot escape it by wealth or war. No fort will keep it out, no ships outrun it. That was Sophocles cica 381 B.C. I am always big fan of the quote." His voice was smooth as butter but, dripping with malice.

"You and your little organization are not welcoming here in Gotham. Someone else has crawled into this den. I am here to suggest.....you leave or join." The large overcoat barely covered most of Bane.

Over the years Nix had encountered all sorts of dangerous demons of various sizes. They were no stranger to facing down massive foes and being placed in near impossible situations. Though when that gigantic figure stepped out of the shadows, every fiber of their being screamed warning signs. Subconsciously, their demonic instincts kicked in by coating the area around them in thick frost to serve as a warning to not approach further. Their tail sharply waving behind them as their eyes remained narrowed to an intense glare.

Something about this man reeked of death, it practically surrounded him like a cloak. It was a surprise no ghosts were attached to him but also a disturbing fact. So he somehow found out about True Cross and came on behalf of someone else to run them out. Like hell they were going to do that and even slimmer chance of joining whatever group he was part of. Sharp points of ice began to emerge from the surrounding surfaces as they took a small step back and placed a hand on the hilt of their blade.

i already answered this one, so instead!! here's a picture of my yarnpoint! specifically the one for the haller family. still working on it since i'm transferring all my docs to yarnpoint