#captainferus

"I hate to disappoint you, Boo, but nope. Humans tend to go on killing sprees when you spring that sort of thing on 'em."

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

Let’s see ... in her 1770s ‘verse she’s wondering if and how she can get out to hunt a probably-unnatural murderer without being discovered, and in main ‘verse she has to figure out just who this little ginger guy in the museum is.

There are some bigger problems, just as they always are, but the question specified ‘dealing with’ rather than ‘can’t do anything about so is ignoring’.

charoite: who my muse looks up to

Gaia. Loki, though she’ll never tell him and he’ll never believe it. Queen Frigga (especially Queen Frigga).

emerald: how my muse tells someone they love them without words

It’s a little awkward, given half the time she has no idea what ‘love’ actually is. There’s feelings there, there’s people she likes and is fond of, and those she’d walk through fire to help or rip out throats to protect. But is that love? She calls it that, she guesses it must be, but it doesn’t always match the depictions in books and customs she’s encountered, and she has no real way to be sure.

ruby: a happiness headcanon

Having a library to herself, and/or hanging out with good friends.

zebra stone: what gets my muse excited

In the past it’s taken her back to bakeries and afternoon teas, elegant parties and expensive treats. But in modern times, cinnamon just makes her think of Lupin.

Loopy’s gone on to become one of Thera’s closest, best and most trusted friends, but back near the end of 2012, ‘Captain Ferus’ was just another SHIELD body helping to hunt some Skrulls that had gotten aboard the Helicarrier. She didn’t actually meet Lupin until afterward, but she knows their quarry left a booby-trap filled with cinnamon that blew up under the werewolf’s hyper-sensitive nose.

@thelondon-werewolf

“Ya know, I always wondered what happened to that tiger I helped out. Where did you take him again?”

therapardalis:

“It’s fine … sort of like a warm, toothy wet-wipe. I’m just not sure you should be tasting such a high-salt diet.”

thelondon-werewolf:

Okay, that gave her a small amount of permission to grin, although she kept the toothy wolf smile to a minimum. Big teeth, and all.

“Well, you were a bit salty. I just didn’t think it appropriate to bring it up without your say,” she drawled back, flopping onto her side with a groan. Comfy, floors were not, in her fur or otherwise. And she was feeling antsy enough as it was. “Do you think it’s safe for us to go out soon? I’m itchy and rubbing against things like a bear in this place would probably wreck more furniture than necessary.”

“Well, since I’m not gonna scratch you, I guess outside it is. It’s getting dark anyway.” And while it would be awkward to explain a great brown furball as a chowchow/malamute mix, she figured she could get away with it - if Lupin were seen at all.