[She lets out an offended grunt, hair returning to normal.] Why, I shed my first body right before your eyes, don't you remember? [She pokes the side of his temple with a finger, before looking him right in the eyes.] You're the one who made this ring to bring this beastly and sexy form to ++

[She looks to her husband, hair rearing up, but she looks-- not angry. In fact, she looks rather pleased with herself. She lets out a little devilish snicker.] You think THIS is my final form? Pah. A foolish underestimation of me, Benjamin. I can get even stronger~

[Working in her greenhouse again.] Ahh, once you are perfect, the kids next door will not stand a chance, my precious petunias.... [A wicked cackle escapes, reverberating through the area like a maddened witch's laugh, and what a perfect way to describe this new being... a madness-stricken witch.]

. . . Then, I apologize for assuming. [It sounds genuine...kinda. Knowing what the ring has done to her, it must be hard for this Gloriosa to be genuine these days.] And they WILL be afraid of us. All I need is a little bit more energy. [What the fuck does she mean by that.]

[She turns as the fire wall erupts upward.] Let me be clear, I'm sorry for accusing you, but I'm NOT sorry for going mental about it. Also, let me make something else very clear. [She towers over him, and utters a phrase.] I am NOT afraid of you.

[She stares at it, hair going down, and vines retracting.] . . . I'm not sorry. The book shouldn't have been taken in the first place. [She grunts, before running down the stairs to make sure everything was in tact.]

THE COOKBOOK, BEN. WHERE IS MY FAMILY'S COOKBOOK. [She'd hiss, dragging him to the hallway. You see it near a busted window, so... there is an out to this situation.]

[Door is busted open by vines, the plants in this study shudder, and he's grabbed by the planty tendrils.] BEN. WHERE IS IT!? [Beginning to drag.]

[LIFTING THE REFRIGERATOR TO FIND WHAT SHE'S LOOKING FOR. DOES NOT FIND IT. SLAMS IT DOWN.] ....OH. [She realizes Ben might know where it is. Or worse yet, HE took it. SHE GOES INTO A FULL SPRINT UP THE STAIRS.]

[Pterodactyl-esque screech.]

[Tearing the kitchen apart in a rage.] WHERE IS IT!? [She howls angrily, vines lashing and splitting in rage.]

[Sigh. She supposes that IS important. But, maybe herd them all into a giant cannon and shoot them into space with no protective gear next time.]

[Ben, use your brain. Kids are disgusting, why would you use them as baking ingredients?]

[Feeding her plants water, new fertilizer, and a bunch of raw cuts of meat. Oh man. . . she's really going deep with this child eating plant thing.]

[. . . Sighs, as she reaches into the refrigerator behind several containers, deeeeep in there, and pulls out the most beautiful looking layer cake. Chocolate, strawberries... cuts him a slice, and hands the plate to him. The look on her face says "you owe me".]

Ha! As if her amateurish and scuffed baking would be as good as mine! Nyohohoho!

[As if he needs to rely on outsider's sweets when he has the world's BEST baker as his wife. Scoff. Offended.]

[Once they're on, she practicing walking in them, and oooooh.. they feel PERFECT for what she's acquired them for. She walks into the foyer, posing like the dramatic bitch she is.] Hello, dear. Notice anything different~?

[Oh, the new boots she bought came in the mail. . .! She's excitedly running to the door to grab the package from the deliveryman and slamming the door in his face before running off to try them on~]

. . . I smell fresh blood from our loathesome neighbors. Hmm.

[Filing her claws. Bored, ugh.]

[Singing for her plants to make them grow, twirling vines gently around her finger as they slowly bloom.]

[Plotting her evil scheme in more detail, a plate of her famous cookies in her lap. . . brain food.]

[A color rises to her cheeks at the insinuation that he's /proud/ of her.] You may have failed before, but every dog has it's day, as they say. This little seedling of an idea shall bloom quick and harshly, destroying all in its wake~! [She grins, before planting a kiss on his forehead.]

[A wicked smile spreads across her face, and she looks down at her claws, as if to be coy.] Well, your meddlesome stepsister is one such battery, my dears~! If we can hook her up to a core, her agony and anger will produce nigh infinite energy! Your Mother has something most devious ++

[She sees him step back, and it forces her to step forward in retaliation, hair still risen up.] And, of course, Gordon is already tearing them apart from the inside, so this would be all we'd need! [She's pumping her fists in a malicious excitement, a grin splits her face!]

What, you think I actually care for that entitled lil brat? If she's against us, she's not one of mine, that's for damn sure. [She clenches her fists, barking out her words coated in thick venom. Hair rears up like snakes readying a strike.] I think I'll give our Delightfuls the choice ++

[OHHHHH MY GOD, HAHAHAHA.]

. . . How would you like a machine that NEVER powers down because of a core with an INFINITE source of electricity~? [She asks, almost as if this was a hypothetical question...but there's a twinge of something that implies it's absolutely not hypothetical.]

Of COURSE I do, babe. We hook her up to a machine for the rest of her life and use her latent rage and pain as a source of power, I am FULLY aware of what I'm implying. [She frowns at him.] Not a good idea? I'll get back to the drawing board, I guess. [Disappointed.]

Hail and well met, my Delightful babies~ [It feels like she'd forgotten all about their faux pas earlier this week. But know this. She hasn't.] I need a run down of what kinds of machines of destruction you've built. I need something...electric powered. [Oh?]

[She should get a little bell to ring to summon her 5 hiveminded children. . . Their names all together are a mouthful.] ALESSANDRA! DAVID! LENNY! BRUCE! CONSTANCE! [See? A real mouthful. She waits patiently for her call to reach the ears of her Delightful Children.]

. . . I have the most perfect battery in existence. All we need is to keep it in an enraged state. [She wickedly grins, holding back the evil laugh she's been practicing...] Our daughter, Gretchen, is such a battery, Ben. Connect her to a core and she's infinite energy!

Unexpected business, you say... is it boring business or evil business~? [She smiles at her hand being kissed, a soft chuckle escaping her. Oh, how she hated him going off on business trips. So lonely. . .]

[Her brain has hatched an idea. . . well, half an idea. Perhaps her other half can come up with the other part. . . She turns to @toastytyrant.bsky.social .] Do we have any most malicious machines that need a power source, my dear? [An odd, but fair question.]

(( MOTHER at the Villain's Choice Awards,,, aaaaugh <3 ))

[Baking shortbread cookies. Do NOT disturb until they are done...]

YOU! [Pointing at him, before she strides her way over, if she had a tail it'd be gracefully swaying behind her.] You've been gone so long, I could have withered away from a lack of affection and attention! But, regardless. [A kiss to his cheek.] Welcome back~.

WHERE IS MY HUSBAND.

[Doing some whack-ass plant experiments tonight. She's been in her greenhouse for 16 hours at least.]

[Feeding her new creation some chopped sirloine. It seems to enjoy such a bloody food. . .] Don't worry, we'll get you some fresh meat sometime soon~ [She'd whisper, patting the main head of her Dragon Folly Snapper.]

Just a mean green mother, from outer space and I am baaaaad! ((lineart done by a friend of mine, color and sketch done by meeee!))

[Once she's grabbed, she winds back into his arms, a grin splitting her face.] Heh. . . I suppose feeding the Dragon Folly Snapper can wait~ [She leans down to give him a lengthy, tongue-y kiss. Ew.]

[She snorts, waving her hand.] They called a future tool of ours "useless", so I threatened to feed them to it, and told them that we would certainly not care if they were gulped down. They TRIED to apologize properly, I almost laughed! I had to keep up the act, so I couldn't. ++

[She hums.] It's definitely a work in progress, but if you'd be able to exchange information for some smooches, I'd be mighty okay with that~ [She chuckles, before going on.] Oh, they gave me lip earlier so I put them in their place. That'll teach them to call my creations useless.

[Perking.] Of course, dear. I'm scheming something absolutely vile. [Not exactly a lie, But she also has another plan on her mind.]

[She's trying SO hard not to laugh. Oh my god. So easy. Children are so fucking dumb.] You'd best treat me with the same respect you have for your father, because trust me, I'm far worse when I'm angry than your dear old dad. [She crosses her arms, acting unconvinced.] ++

[Humming "Abracadabra" by Lady Gaga as she's searching through the freezer. She's prepared for the Dragon Folly Snapper's arrival by ordering several bloody sirloin steaks. . .]

. . . [There's a slow turn from Mother, who frowns at them. Such visceral disappointment could make a kid cry ! Her eyes narrow.] How dare you insult a creation of your own mother's! After all I've done for you! It breaks my heart! [Rubbing away faux tears, she wails, but... sadness turns ++

[Deep in thought next to @toastytyrant.bsky.social in their chairs.] 💭I suppose the Dragon Folly Snapper shall be a test, until I can test how good it is at devouring unruly, loud children. . . then, I give one to Ben!