hera loves her Kids. ok?? she adores them so much and anyone who suggests otherwise can get BENT. hera is a very loving mother, but she tends to be a bit of a tough love kind of mom too. she pushes her kids hard to be the best versions of themselves, and isn't afraid to call them out. that being said, she'll always be gentle with them when they need it.

i'll go in what i imagine their birth order to be.

hephaestus is her first born, and also the one with whom her relationship is rockiest. they have a very rough history to contend with - one that i've always attributed to post-partum depression as opposed to vanity or outright cruelty. the guilt that hera has felt her entire life because of that is so strong and i doubt it will ever go away. after his return to olympus and the subsequent falling out, they did reconcile. hera has done absolutely everything she can to make up for the past and has doted on hephaestus thoroughly, but she does not want to overstep. in her mind, she lost that right. she gives him as much affection as he is willing to accept, and their relationship is.. steady.

ares & eris are her beloved little war babies, but with whom her relationships are very different. ares is a momma's boy and she definitely leans into that heavily. hera goes a touch too boy mom with him, but it works well with ares because she's the only one who cherishes him, really, and they are incredibly close. eris is much more of a spitfire than her twin brother and she butts heads with her mom a lot. it doesn't make hera love her less, but it does make it harder for them to connect. they argue. eris blows up and hera gets catty and they don't talk for ages. then they reconcile and are cuddling on the couch, you know? it's complicated.

eileithyia spends the most time with hera, i think. their domains overlap a lot, so hera gets to impart a lot of wisdom and also learn a lot from her daughter. they probably have the most "normal" mother/daughter relationship of the bunch. hera loves her so much, and they're quite like-minded, so they don't argue often. hera loves to check up on her work when she can.

hebe is slightly complicated, too. she's a very easygoing person to get along with, mood swings aside, and she is mom's little angel most of the time. but hebe holds a touch of resentment towards her mother and father for her marriage to heracles (in my interpretation), so hera has to be careful what she says to hebe about the subject. they're much better in present day, but there was some tension for a while. still, hera is doting and loving.

honorable mentions: athena, hermes, and persephone - she loves most of her step kids too, but these three in particular. as far as she's concerned, athena is her kid, and hermes is a close contender as well. she doesn't get quite as involved with them, but she will act very motherly when they're around.

" EVERYTHING OKAY, PUMPKIN? " he asks, sitting down next to his niece on the porch despite the way it makes his knees creak, handing her a soda as he opens his own, " usually you two knuckleheads are inseparable. what's goin' on? "

She had wanted to wait until after their fishing trip to meet the twins; she knew how important it had been to Stan to get the bonding time with them, and she wanted it to be just the three of them; she could certainly meet them later herself. Which is what has led her to the front door of the Mystery Shack, thankful for Stan for having opened it and let her in.

She stands rather close to him when the kids practically come rushing into the kitchen, smile rising on her features. Last time she remembers seeing the kids were the pictures Stan showed her when she had picked him up from the airport; Dipper’s fascinating birthmark that had her smiling, adoring Mabel’s little chubby cheeks - & they were both still as adorable as she remembers.

“Hey Mabel, Dipper - I’m Marie.”

❝ i’ve always loved the rain. ❞ gremlin sitting like a gremlin using his big ol eyes to stare out the window while karin is just trying to work // @maramcna

Mr. Dijgraaf, I regret to inform you that the Arobateau you inquired about has already been sold --

It wouldn't be mindful, to say that the other half of her employers had taken back many of the pieces he had selected across the decades in addition to his liberty. The collection that remained was still a modern marvel, but there was a fine line to walk in this, the strangest of divorces. Her fingers drummed idly against the keyboard, but never with enough force to add to the email. Before she could even address Armand, his voice found her.

Turning away from her desk, she rested her head against the back of her chair, staring out the window that has so hypnotized the immortal. It's coming down hard out there, no doubt ruining the evenings of countless tourists. Yet the lights that line the streets below glimmered like diamonds in the black of night, and she could just see the sea beyond, churning against the tempest.

Karin didn't despair for the fact she'd be stuck on the Island once her shift ended. The future was completely unfathomable in the moment, as the rain slammed against the glass, thunder rumbling on the horizon. For once, she might be able to understand the man that sat before the window.

"Yeah? Me too, sir. Nothing like the first storm of the season." She smiled, dark eyes flicking back to Armand.

"I don't think you've ever been around for storm season, at least, not that I can remember. Just wait til September."

Oh, Conall is not in the mood for this today.

He takes a deep breath, trying to mentally fucking prepare himself for whatever god awful shit France has in store for him. It's never good, always ends in some kind of shouting match or fight. While he's no stranger to such things, he already has enough on his plate. He should've never agreed to leaving his calendar open for such bullshit.

a melancholy smile tried cherry lips as padmé tilted her head. ❝ fear can lead anyone into dark places, that much i know ❞, she replied, ❝ but being aware of it and its might is what makes us wise, jecki. the way we handle it can give us a lot of understanding that would be completely unapproachable otherwise. ❞ you will be 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, young one. ❝ do you think your master would consider it alright if you'd slept next to me tonight ? only if you'd like it too, of course. with the two of us unable to sleep, we might rest better together. ❞

" 'M FINE, PUMPKIN, just a lil drowsy, " he mumbles, as if the feverish flush across his face & hester's paws pressed firmly over her eyes don't give away the man is clearly sick, " i'll get breakfast on in a minute. "