#zeimah

Zeimah is a hybrid (like she always is). Three-quarters bun, still mainlander enough that it shows. She's the god of traveling and exploring; she embodies the feeling of wanting to know what's past the furthest edges of the territory you've grown up in, of waking up to spring thaw and needing to be anywhere else besides a warren that you know too well and that's full of people who are related to you. The feeling of wanting to see new places - not even places no one's seen before, just places new to you. Traveling has two parts, though - the part where you go out, and the part where you come home. So she's also the god of coming home, of the feeling of being able to come home and tell about your adventures, of having a home to come back to. Whatever name she's got, as a deity, once people actually notice that she's a god and not just an absurdly lucky traveler who can't stay put for more than a winter, it translates from Old Lango to "dust" - specifically, the dust that clings to your feet when you walk the summer roads when everyone's waiting for the rain.

Pritra is the god who embodies the feeling of snuggling in bed with your mate after sex, or after a long day. The feeling of holding your kit in your arms and being awestruck by this tiny living thing, and being amazed at how fiercely protective you feel. The feeling of joy and pride, at seeing living things grow and learn. The feeling of being willing to punch someone in the throat, if they try and come at your family. The feeling of being completely done with these idiots, but they're still your idiots and you love them anyways. As a deity, his name probably translates from the Old Lango word for "hearth".

And Basil isn't even my OC, but he's in this setting anyway with these other two dorks. He's the god of survivor's math. Of talking so that there won't be a fight. He embodies the feeling of "this sucks, but it's better than dying" and of enduring bad times to make it through to the other end alive (if not whole). The god of "calm your fucking shit" and "this sucks and I am Done with it sucking". (He is not the God of Fucking Doing Something About The Problem. That is very much someone else. His methods are quieter and more averse to the use of violence. They probably get along well, though.) He embodies the calculus that drives rabbits to eat Poisonous Bastard, knowing the short-term misery that it will bring them and deciding the long-term benefits outweigh that - and the calculus that goes "I might die of stress from planning Mending, but making sure the warren is fully stocked to survive the winter will be worth it even if I do" and the one that leads good parents to look at the pantry during a bad harvest, figure out what the bare minimum an adult rabbit needs to survive, and making sure that even if the soup is thinner than anyone likes, the kids still aren't going to bed hungry if it can be avoided. He's the god of knowing death happens (because every rabbit knows this), but planning like you'll live to see tomorrow so that you will see tomorrow. I have no idea what he'd be called, as a deity, but it probably roughly translates out to "I LIVED, BITCH". 'Spite', maybe.

This particular AU starts with Zeimah having a recurring dream that pairs with an increasing compulsion to travel to the island and go as far inland as she can get. Basil is dragged (mostly willingly) along with her, because his family is hot garbage and there's a reason why he embodies the specific things he does if he ends up a god. (Namely: his family is hot garbage and a bag of dicks. They are garbage dicks.) Pree is met once they arrive at the island, and is a midwife who's been living at an Orchid warren that's the first stopping point for most people just getting back to the island (because travel is stressful, best to destress before you do more of it). Pree helps these two dorks adapt to the island, and cope with the sudden emergence of their powers (because of course they're late bloomers). Coping mostly means dragging them to the nearest Life college and dunking them into courses on necromancy and being a priest, and also making sure they actually have a proper education on sex ed. He's a midwife, not a saint. Zeimah's compulsion to keep traveling inland complicates things, since 1) she get jittery if she has to stay in one place for too long, moving to anxious as time goes on, 2) things get increasingly dangerous the further inland you go, and 3) the downside she got from hybrid heritage is inheriting her mom's deeply shitty legs. They're better than her mom's were, at least (her mom could barely walk by the time puberty happened), but early-onset wear-and-tear arthritis is still a bitch to deal with if you're planning on doing a lot of walking and/or may need to run for your life with little or no warning. She eventually has to get mobility aids, and is seriously considering just straight-up replacing her legs with proesthetics from the knee down. (Rabbit medicine is good - way better than mainlander stuff - but I figure they're probably not quite to the point where joint replacement surgery is easy, common, or even generally considered as a reasonable option.)

 ♥ Family Headcanon - Amanda will literally familify the vast majority of friends she meets if she’s allowed. She see’s a vast world of close relationships with the people she meets, friends that could be the best siblings in the world or have a whole host of awesome parents. She knows friendship is great but there is so much more you can do with family like think of all the events and celebrations you can invite them over to! The amount of invites Amanda gives to people for things like thanksgiving, christmas, and all that stuff is frankly a little more than would be considered properly sane but she tries her best to make it work. If nothing else she helps bring along some people to a nice friendly gathering they might have not gotten.

She also absolutely adores the thought of having a lot of parents because then there’s even more people around who are smart and will know what to do. Plus if everyone is a parent they have to be nice to each other which is a major plus in her book. Rudeness is not allowed in the fun family zone. All in all she will probably cause her dad to have a heart attack by the time she’s 16. 

 ☠ Angry/Violent Headcanon - Amanda tries not to let herself get angry when she can help it but when she’s pissed she’s a small monster. If anyone really managed to get her mad enough to fight they will feel the full wrath of someone who never learnt how to fight fair and never fully got the lesson that there is a limit to how much you should harm someone. Choking, biting, kicking, smashing, cutting, and stabbing are all things that can happen while fighting her. The smartest option when fighting Amanda is usually to climb somewhere high where she can’t reach you because there is no calming her down until she has smashed at least one thing to appropriate pile of mushiness. 

 ☯ Likes/Dislikes Headcanon - Amanda is pretty much in the general cute and fluffy things section of likes. If it’s sweet, fluffy, cute, adorable, or is covered in lace/ribbons than you just hit a home run for their birthday gifts. One of the more unexpected parts of her likes leads to more…darker things. Amanda isn’t secretly some demon child who is out to kill the world but she is very interested and curious about gore and death. Scenes of graphic violence or injury easily catch her attention as much as a pile of puppies would. It can be unnerving how little her reactions can differ between watching these two events. Both elect excitement and wanting to see more.

Honestly her biggest dislikes is when she sees a lot of conflict happening between the people that she likes (which can be troubling when there’s a lot of people she likes). What really grates for her though is any sense of loss of control. She likes to be free and play around and while she does know that some structure and restrictions in her life are fair she will go into absolute fits of she feels like there’s freedom’s being wrongly taken away from her. 

 ☾ Sleep Headcanon - Amanda is like a cat when sleeping for a few different ways. She burns through energy like it’s no ones business so she will be found taking naps all the time. If you can’t hear or see Amanda odds are she’s off asleep somewhere she finds comfortable. Amanda will also because of this feel fine sleeping damn near anywhere as long as she feels safe sleeping there. This usually leads to finding her curled up under piles or other objects, on top of counters, in the closest bed, on pets, napping in the bath with a stolen pillow. If it’s nappable, Amanda will take it on. Lastly Amanda enjoys the feeling of sleeping with something to curl around or on. Pillows, Stuffed Animals, Dogs, Cats, an unlucky turtle, a lucky turtle, friends, family, all will get death gripped until she wakes up.

★ Sad Headcanon - Amanda has a massive fear of abandonment. As long as she keeps up being friends with people and has people she cares about around she feels fine but has a crushing sense that if something goes wrong she’d be left alone by everyone. This can end up becoming suffocating for her when she feels she’s done something ‘wrong’ or if she has to go do something alone for an extended period of time, or if someone else she cares about has to leave for awhile. The fear of losing someone important is huge to her, and she’ll often get extremely clingy to one certain person if she’s afraid something will end up happening to them. 

☆ Happy Headcanon - Amanda landed just about the chillest cool dad she could ever wish for, as well because of the fact that he quickly fell to the clutches of seeing the joy in her face when he spoils her to hell and back. Amanda knows she’s lived a good happy life and still will for awhile. She has a loving caring parent who gets her all the plush toys and pretty clothes she could hope for while letting her go and make friends with who she wants (although with a decent amount of worrying because Amanda seriously who are all these people you invite back to the house.) For real though she’s been living the happiest life I’ve given her so far and god dammit she deserves this one this time around.

▼ Childhood Headcanon - Amanda as a child was probably the most adorable little small thing of a child there possibly was. Always covering themselves in an obscene amount of fluff and ribbon (in a few unfortunate cases (for their dad), glitter). There was little that was cuter for the people who knew her. They once got to take pictures of her in a pile of kittens, the cute overload was off the chart. Unfortunately as a child she had all the energy with non of the same recharge that she needs now a days. Normally she bounces off the walls with excitement, and when given access to any amount of sweets she turns into a speed bullet that will go through all in her path in her spree of unending fun.

Battle Intro: *holds fists up* I’m gonna boop your snoot so hardVictory: I…won…I won I won! Ahahahaha look look did you see I beat you I wooooonnnn eheheheHalf HP: Um, maybe we should move to play fighting?Low HP: You-ow, are really getting into this um, maybe we could play dress up instead?Defeat: Leave me to lie here in shame, shame of my defeat, okay I’m done now lets do something else.Death: i thought you were a good person…am i…a bad person?Assist: No no, you have to do this like this! *lightly boops their nose*Taunt: *yawns* this is too easy, here, practice with Mr bubbles instead *leaves their stuffy in front of them*Reacting to Taunt: I will totally boop you! I will boop you to boop land as soon. As. I. Can. Reach. Your. Face.Flee: Nooooooo not the ticklesssssss Reacting to Flee: You can’t escape the arch-demonesses Amanda! Muahahahah-no wait stop running I can’t keep uppppTie: So uh…yes…want to have a tea party?

Perfect Victory: I designate you as my personal friend for the rest of the day, the cost is letting me dress you up and buying me ice cream.