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Mother’s Day for Leona is an extravagant affair… and a complicated one. Queens of the savannah are held in the highest regard, so on such a day, the table is filled to the brim with the most expensive but delicious meats and other foods. Music performed by some of the greatest celebrities filled the halls, and dancers would come and give their best performances. Leona is used to such grandeur, but he dislikes it because it represents his insecurities. His mother who couldn’t help him in his darkest moments and lift him up when others brought him down, his brother’s wife who bore a son that took his chances of wearing the crown and obtaining the honor and praise that he desired. He doesn’t blame any of them for the misery he faces, but he doesn’t deny their involvement in the kind of person that he has become today, and that’s why he can’t celebrate such an important occasion. 

When it comes to Mother’s Day, Ruggie will do absolutely anything to give all the mothers in his neighborhood something to feast on. From stealing expensive meats to pickpocketing thick wads of bills, he will work extra hard to ensure that all mothers will have something to eat. He will even leave NRC on this day and haul some leftovers home to bring to them. Of course, the best of the best is reserved for his dear grandmother, who raised him all her life and taught him everything he knew. As he watches her eat, his mind would wander to the mom who left him for the stars, pondering for just a second how different life would be if she was still here. But Ruggie would shake his head—in the slums, there is no looking back. All he could do is provide for the mothers so that the kids don’t have to watch them leave for the stars while they’re still young and repay his grandmother for everything that she has done for him.

Simple but satisfying. That’s how Jack’s Mother’s Day is like. There are two things that the whole family does to celebrate: eating and playing. The whole family would gather together and cook hearty meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and mother always gets the best plate! In the afternoons, they all will play several outdoor games, including but not limited to tag, frisbee, and dodgeball. Mama Howl is not one to be underestimated—Jack may boast of a muscular stature and inhuman stamina, but she has both and more athletic experience. She can beat her kids fair and square, but she’ll also make sure to congratulate every single one of them for their improvement. At the end of the day, when the younger kids have gone to sleep, Mama Howl and Jack would sit on a shared couch, where she will thank Jack for being a great role model for his siblings and give him all the pets and physical affection a mother can give. And even if Jack expresses embarrassment over being doted on like a child, his tail wags from joy, and he can’t fight the smile making its way on his face from love for his mama. 

Azul would never let an opportunity slip past his fingers, so how surprising is it to find Mostro Lounge having a Mother’s Day themed limited menu? He even made arrangements with Crowley to let mothers of students visit the school just for a day… all so that he can give discounts to those who brought their mothers to Mostro Lounge! It really is so easy to assume that he wouldn’t be able to give time for his own mother, given how packed his schedule is with everything on his plate. But alone in his office, Azul would have his phone by his ear, listening to his mother talking about her own business and fretting about his well-being before sharing about what is happening with his own business. Before Mama Ashengrotto hangs up, she says to him that she loves him and that she’s there for him if he needs anything. And the smile on Azul’s face looks so soft, he almost seems like a different person, as he tells his mama that he loves her too. 

No matter what, Jade and Floyd must always be home on Mother’s Day. And they’re willing to go home just for their dear mama—after all, they don’t want to make her worry on a day celebrating all that she’s done for them. Relatives come to their household and celebrate, bringing in the best meals that they either prepared themselves or received from the land. They would take out their instruments and play music, and Jade and Floyd would most likely be dancing since the latter is always caught in the mood to dance at these parties. And if they feel like it, they’d drag their reluctant mother to the dance floor. No, they aren’t accepting any refusal, because she needs to enjoy her own party celebrating the fact that she’s alive now. 

The enormous Asim function hall is decorated even up to the highest ceiling. There’s a banquet laid with all the favorite foods of the mothers and several local bands and dancers to entertain them. Perhaps they’re celebrating Mother’s Day a bit too exorbitantly, but it makes sense in Kalim’s mind. After all, all the mothers that bore all his siblings deserve to be happy on a day dedicated to them! He’ll play the part of a good host during dinner, and when they all dance, he’ll be holding hands with each of his siblings’ mothers and dancing with them. He’d start from the mother of the youngest then progress from there, giving each of them 5 minutes and joyful laughter. Then before Kalim knew it, he was holding hands with his own mother, the person who brought him into this world. And he gave her the same laugh and the same amount of time to dance with her as the rest of the mothers before parting ways with her to dance with his many siblings. 

Because the Asim household chooses to celebrate Mother’s Day extravagantly, Jamil and his family are made to spend the day preparing the party and cleaning up the place after the music has died down. As servants, they are used to prioritizing the Asims above themselves, even at the cost of their lives. Yet as he sweeps the floor and wipes the tables, Jamil couldn’t help but grit his teeth and clench his fist as he watches his own mother work. Perhaps it’s the awakening he received after his Overblot, but she doesn’t deserve to put aside herself to celebrate another mother on this day. Maybe he holds some resentment for his mother who always tells him to understand the position that he’s in, and most of his years, he never cared about Mother’s Day. But he wants his family to have at least one day when they could forget the hierarchy, where they can celebrate a day like Mother’s Day without thinking about the next meal to cook or the next bed to fix or the next mess to clean up.

Vil will never extensively talk about his thoughts on Mother’s Day. It’s not that he talks about himself a lot—actually, he gets embarrassed if he rambles about himself or his personal life, but when surrounded by students who do celebrate the occasion (especially those who hail from the Queendom of Roses), it’s insensitive to say that he doesn’t care about the holiday. Truthfully, the apathy comes from being unable to spend time with his mom. Most of his childhood was filled with trips with his father to film for movies or auditions for his own plays or films, and his father would be there with him every time. Dare he’ll say that his father was the one who raised him while his mother was absent in his life. Well, he won’t say that he dislikes her, though—after all, she did gift him the beauty that Vil is proud of. 

With how Rook prances about and praises the beauty of everything he sees, it’s no surprise that he’d be weaving poetry about the beauty of Mother’s Day. He’d liken it to the beauty of roses, to the rotund moon that shines brightly above them, and many other things in nature. With the poetry that leaves his mouth, nobody could guess his true feelings on the matter. Family in general is complicated for Rook because of the line of work that they do. The siblings barely get to spend time with each other, and the parents are always absent. Would it be accurate to say that he’s envious of those who could spend Mother’s Day with their mothers? No one will ever know. But at the very least, Rook wishes to be able to join such festivities. 

Mother’s Day for Epel is a village-wide celebration. Mothers are honored in their village, for without them, none of them would have been born. At night, the villagers would gather in the assembly in the evening, and feast on all the best meats and crops that were harvested. Epel would ensure his grandmother is eating well—he needs her to stay healthy in her old age, after all. After dinner, some villagers would pull out their instruments, from accordions to flutes to violins, and they would be playing all old folk tunes as others danced outside. Hand-in-hand, Epel and his mother laughed as he taught her all the dances that he learned in school while following the folk dances, all while meemaw watches from her bench and smiles at her grandson. 

Idia and Ortho don’t celebrate Mother’s Day. There isn’t any reason, they were simply never big on it. In school, Ortho would be enthralled by the celebration, and his yellow eyes would be glowing as he sees students either leaving to spend time with their mothers or mothers entering the Mirror to see their children. He may even beg for Idia to let him have such a celebration. Idia, however, doesn’t care about Mother’s Day. For one, it’s not a special enough day for gacha games to create events dedicated to it, and he’s not a fan of going out to eat and celebrate. But mainly, he’s all too aware of the busyness of his mom’s schedule, which means that they can’t celebrate in the first place. But if he were to be completely honest, the day makes him remember the curse that his mom could have avoided had she not met his dad. She gave birth to the two of them, for what reason? To pass it down again and keep the curse alive? There isn’t anything for Idia to celebrate there. 

Malleus never heard of Mother’s Day until he stepped foot into Night Raven College. He might not have even known if Lilia, Silver, and Sebek didn’t casually talk about the mothers visiting their kids in school. As he learned a bit more about the celebration, his mind would wander to his dead parents, powerful fairies whose voices had faded from his memory and left only cold statues and legacies. How would the obsidian walls of the castle feel like if he had his mother to raise him?  Would he have been a little less lonely? But Malleus would shake his head—dwelling on such thoughts is quite inelegant of him. After all, grandmother is still alive, and while she still remains, he can try to spend at least one Mother’s Day with her.

Lilia wouldn’t observe Mother’s Day, but Silver would remind him with a cake that says, ‘Happy Mother’s Day to my father who acted as my mother too.’ It would make Lilia laugh for a bit before taking the cake and giving Silver a pat on the head as he says his thanks. Mother’s Day amuses him. A day to celebrate those who withstood all the trials of childbirth to bring one more person to the world reminds him of the short lifespans of most creatures. Why, he can’t even remember the face of his own mother anymore, so he never thought that he’d be able to celebrate it. As for Silver, Mother’s Day never fails to make him wonder who his biological parents may be. Does his mom have silver hair and aurora eyes like himself? Would he even be able to celebrate such a day when Lilia is a father to him? But even so, Silver greets him Happy Mother’s Day every year, and the two of them smile, cherishing the familial love that they share.