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I’d say another major love language for Snow is acts of service. She wouldn’t exactly be a fan of someone making her sit so they can do all the work themselves, as that would only make her feel guilty and useless, unneeded, but someone who’s willing to do the dishes after she makes dinner? Someone who’ll watch a pie for her while she takes a quick nap or who’ll massage her shoulders after a long day? That makes her so soft. 

Due to predatory animals having made a large imprint on her as a child, and just due to how her species works in general, she’s generally attracted to individuals with hissing or deep voices, sharp teeth, and claws. Quickest way to turn her into putty? If someone were to corner her, growling against her throat as their teeth graze skin, claws tracing down her back. And the moment she gets that first love bite, she’s officially theirs. Mortal partners beware, however. Her blood is highly toxic. 

Katswell was not the sort to care about cleaning up her messes, not when the messes were caused from killing people at least. Armories were the only means that the feline could keep her barely functioning war machine stable, bloodshed was just common place.

   TREMBLING FINGERS CURLED AROUND THE TRIGGER OF HER GUN, the cold sensation of the metal quickly lost to her as her body heat warmed the object up. monsters, as she had found out so long ago, were very real indeed.

Name: Sutekh Age: 700+ years Do you like to cuddle?: Absolutely. Can we make-out?: Absolutely. A night in or dinner out?: A Night In, unless she wants to scare people like the local cryptids they are. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Whichever one Snow Wants. What makes you a good Valentine?: They’re already married, so that’s point one. Point two is that he’s incredibly loyal and incredibly doting over the love of his undead life. Would you cook for me?: He can certainly try, but he hasn’t done so for several decades. He may need a refresher course! Would you let me cook for you?: Yes, just as long as he can either help her with it or help clean up after.

PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship,italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive /  other

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other

       Snow’s mother had deemed her ready for a familiar; it was a big step, but one that she was quite ready to take. As she chanted the spell, her heart raced and she glanced through the smoke eagerly. This creature was accursed by the author of the ancient Egyptian scroll, a blight to all things living. Her imagination ran wild with all the possibilities. 

However, when the creature finally emerged from the foul-smelling fog, her lips parted, and she dared a step closer. He was… beautiful. A tall, muscular frame. White, seemingly sightless eyes. Razor sharp claws and teeth. Skin the color of freshly spilled blood. 

Color her attracted. 

“Sutekh,” she murmured in the silence that followed, “I am Snow. You are now mine.” 

        The very mention of death caused the queen’s previously placid expression to sour. Immortal she may have been, but she was no stranger to experiencing death’s chilling embrace or witnessing it steal away those for whom she cared. The very suggestion of a doubt that this champion may die caused her spirit to curl in on itself as if in pain. 

I will die only by my own hand. If he were gone, what would she do? 

“True that may be, but remember this, destroyer: You once promised that you would serve me as an empress and that all would be done for me. So, if you are a creature of your word, then heed my decree. You are not allowed to die, even if it be by your own hands.” 

She glanced up into his abyssal eyes and gaping maw, her own adamantine features harsh and resolute. The only outward manifestation of her true feelings was the moisture welling in her eyes.