#Coal sprites

[wackygremlin]

[rinseveryday]

I discovered you could scale shimejis to 8x the original size...

[iricathel]

I made some Christmas Irina for the winter holidays 🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️

And what's more accurate than Santa's elf to help him make the goddamn Christmas gifts.

"As santa's little helper it's my job to lend a hand and check the list for him. Tell me—— Did you behave well and did all your duties correctly, or were you a bad kiddo just to give us some headaches? Keep in mind that for your bad attitude, you will not only receive some coals instead of gifts—— You will receive a spontaneous and firm, repetitive punishment.

Don't let me down."

[lemonadesoda]

going from stardew multiplayer back into stardew single really emphasizes how fucking frantic life is when you're the solo farmer

[dracolizardlars]

god, I hardly ever have an occasion / opportunity to listen to music through headphones these days, but I'm so glad I just listened to Joanna Newsom's Divers for the first time ever through headphones. I had a fucking transcendental emotional experience I'm telling ya

[cinebration]

Already Awake (Geralt of Rivia x Reader) [Part 2; Request]

Hii can you please write part 2 for "Already Awake" please i love it so much

And i just wanted to say i love your writing❤❤❤❤—Requested by anon

Part 1 | Part 2

Tagged: @constantshitposter, @whiskeywinter89​, @beautifulsweetchaos, @dreamingaboutyousworld​, @itsrubberbisquit​, @pretty-toxic-revolver, @the-soot-sprite

Warnings: none

Gif Source: dobrien

Everything ached with the fire of a thousand suns, and yet there were still miles to go before you arrived at what you hoped was salvation. To be delivered from this not-dream, you had to travel across the Continent beside the gruff, almost surly white-haired man whose help had been reluctantly given after seeing how piteous you were in this strange land.

Having never ridden a horse before, you were ill-suited to it. The rhythm of the horse’s trot eluded you, reminding you of your old piano lessons. Your teacher, a middle-aged woman with a kind face, had a voice like a whip when you failed to adhere to the metronome. If ever you had disbelieved that rhythm had never been your strong suit, your inability to match the horse’s stride painfully drove the point home.

The sharp chill of the encroaching winter in conjunction with every jolt of pain through your joints from the horse’s trot convinced you that you were not slumbering at all. A faint spark of hope burned in a secret part of yourself, whispering, It’s still a dream, just a vivid one. You’ll forget upon waking.

It grew dimmer with each passing day, burning brightest only in the morning as you emerged from real sleep into this other world. In the wee hours of the morning, the sun cresting above through the trees, its light more diffuse each sunrise as winter drew nearer, you prayed—to whom, to what, to whatever was necessary—that you would wake properly. Bargaining, you offered to sacrifice reading fantasy, even watching it on TV, if only you would be delivered.

If the man, Geralt, hear you in those moments, he kept silent, preferring his own company. The gruff, brooding type had always been one of your favorites in stories, but sitting beside the real thing, sharing silent meals, was less disappointing and more unnerving. You weren’t sure the man was fully or truly human, and you couldn’t help wondering if he was leading you to certain doom.

“How much further?” you asked on the sixth morning, the words a pained croak as fire lanced up your battered back.

“Another two days,” he answered as gruff as he always did, his voice rasping like coal.

“Two days,” you muttered, suppressing a tired sob. “Two days.” It seemed an eternity, the whole week several eternities.

The horses plodded along at a leisurely pace in the early morning sunshine slicing rays through the trees lining the road.

“Will they be able to send me home?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” You twisted in your saddle, winced as more pain shot through you, and dared to look at his rugged features.

He fixed golden-yellow eyes on you, sending a shiver down your spine.

“There’s no guarantee?”

“Nothing is guaranteed.”

Strangling a noise of distress, you clenched tight the reins of your horse until your knuckles turned white and fresh pain crackled up your forearms. The tiny spark of hope dimmed further, a mere ember in ash.

You didn’t speak again until dinner that evening. The fire crackled and blazed comfortingly, but you loathed the sight of it. You never wished to see a campfire again.

“Who are they?” you asked, chewing on the tough jerky Geralt had produced from his pack. “Your friend.”

The man hesitated long enough for you to wonder if he had heard you at all. “A sorceress,” he said at last.

“A sorceress? With real magic?” The words rang in your ears, hitching your breath and skipping your heart. Magic? Well, of course, you reasoned. If this is a fantasy world, then magic should abound.

Geralt grunted assent, a shadow darkening his rough features. A chill clawed up your spine as you saw the ominous cloud flicker over him.

“Is that…is that a bad thing? Is she a bad thing?”

“No.”

“A-are you sure? Because it doesn’t sound like you are.”

Geralt closed his eyes, his shoulders hunching minutely beneath his leather coat. “It’s…complicated.”

Your guts twisted. “Complicated for me or complicated for you?”

The muscle in his jaw twitched. “Both, I would imagine.”

“Great. That’s just…great.” Between the pain and the unexpected news, you lost your appetite, shredding the jerky with your thumbs instead. “There isn’t…there isn’t somebody else?”

“Not with the same kind of power.”

Night birds called from their perches in the trees as the fire cracked and popped. You forced yourself to eat more of the jerky, hearing your mother’s admonition to clean your plate. Your vision blurred as you thought of her.

“I don’t even know how I got here,” you mumbled, your throat tightening as you felt sobs building in your chest. “If I don’t know that, how will your friend know how to send me home?”

The man offered nothing but silence.

Shifting on the log, you gasped with pain as new waves of it rolled through your legs and torso. Curses flew from your lips as you struggled to find a spot that didn’t ache, anything for a slight reprieve. Tears spilled down your cheeks despite your valiant efforts to stop them.

Slumping onto your side, you curled up beneath the cloak the man had given you, the flames of the fire wavering before you. The ground was too hard, the air too cold. Everything would hurt forever, and there would be no relief.

“You shouldn’t have told me I was awake,” you cried. “You should have let me believe I was dreaming.”

Geralt remained silent.

[probablyfunrpgideas]

Character Idea

A coal genasi sorcerer from the border between the elemental planes of Earth and Wood. They have dusty black hair, shiny spots on their sharp edges, and a tiny coal-sprite familiar to carry small items.

Going by the pseudonym "Sixteen" in their publications with the Nine Worlds Gazette, our hero is an investigative journalist who goes undercover in criminal organizations, unscrupulous businesses, and military research labs. As a sorcerer, Sixteen has unlocked powers of divination and enchantment as well as a risky style of fire magic.

[wisp-of-chaos]

OC Kiss Week 2024 - Day 1

GUYS ITS HAPPENING! OC Kiss Week is upon us!!!

This is the very first event of the sort I ever participated in and damn have I been excited for this!!! This was a challenging but amazing experience and I'm happy and content with how my little snippets turned out!

I decided to stick to the prompt list and worked through all of them while trying not to breach the 1k words mark too much.

My sumbmissions to the event may be a little controversal however, since I decided to have two Illithid OC's (one of my own and another one borrowed from a dear friend who gave me their approval and blessings lol) kiss, who are a race of aberrations from the DnD universe and don't have any actual or functioning mouths which added a little more challenge to this event! Instead of a traditional kiss, I settled on headbutts for them because I think that's equally cute and less utilized as a show of affection. Especially in a romantic setting.

All my OC Kiss Week prompt pieces are set in the Squidlings AU (a thing a few friends and myself came up with) which is a asian themed setting and has my own OC as a single father of two little troublemakers. He is packed to the brim with trauma and issues and trying to sort through all that and battle his dark past while rising them and trying not to fall for this awfully nice stranger.

With that being said, enjoy my very first entry for the OC Kiss Week under the cut (for ease of scrolling) or over here on Ao3!

Also a huge shoutout to @unaarista and @sumi-sprite who helped create this wonderful AU!

Day 1 - Almost

Eating breakfast with Larik quickly became a habit.

… and then lunch. And then dinner.

Both Coal and Omeluum insisted on his presence or they would refuse to east anything, no matter what Vlassk tried to convince them otherwise.

Omeluum would start to cry and Coal throw a tantrum, resulting in their brain slices ending up everywhere but their stomachs. And in the end, Vlassk had to give in. It was annoying at first, all of his muscles and limbs bristling and tense and his eye watching Larik very closely while in the vicinity of his kids but with time, things changed.

Larik wasn’t a threat. Neither to his kids nor him and soon enough, Vlassk found himself relaxed and calm whenever the much taller illithid entered the room. And was even looking forward to meeting him – not that he would ever admit that, though.

It was during one of their collaborative dinners, when it happened.

Vlassk was busy feeding Omeluum while shooting side glances at Larik – who was handling the much squirmier and stubborn Coal – now and then to make sure all was in order and going well.

His treacherous little heart fluttered at the sight of his child in Larik’s arms and how careful he was with him. His tentacles formed a solid sling that cradled Coal to his chest while one arm was securely wrapped around his small body for extra support and to keep him somewhat under control and from climbing up his shoulders and onto his head.

Coal grabbed for his face and giggled while Larik cooed and purred and carefully fed him.

Vlassk felt the tips of his tentacles tingling and his eyes growing soft and almost sighed. He was startled by that small sound trying to escape his throat and gave a quick shake of his head before brushing that odd feeling inside his chest aside and going back to feeding Omeluum.

The process of giving his twins their food was far easier and quicker with Larik’s assistance than when he had done it all on his own, and Vlassk couldn't help but be grateful for that. A little bit, at least.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t manage on his own but with Larik things certainly seemed easier. Especially since Mar’reen had their own things and duties to attend to and rarely had time for helping him with such mundane things nowadays.

Another thing that Vlassk would never admit out loud, but which was nevertheless true was that me missed Mar’reen and their attention. They had been the first person to show genuine care and concern and worry for him and it had been all too easy to get addicted to it. And now that they weren't solely responsible for his well being and that of his children anymore, they had other patients to tend to.

This time, Vlassk didn’t mind the sigh escaping him. It was a small, tired sound; like the gray haze clouding over his thoughts, but easily breached and brushed aside when Omeluum’s mind nudged at his own and the little squidling made an inquiring chirp and tilted its head in confusion.

Vlassk blinked, then chuckled and leaned down to nuzzle the small face. He sent a wave of reassuring fondness, inlaid with the mental message of “Everything is alright. No worries, my dear” to the small, still developing mind twining and mingling with his own and saw Omeluum’s face changing back to a relaxed state.

Its big, bright eyes softened and grew heavy with exhaustion as its tentacles wriggled and knotted into each other. Vlassk chuckled and purred at the cute display and felt a small hand grasping for his face but missing and settling for a tentacle instead.

Adorable, he thought with another controlled burst of affection and care as he pulled the little one tighter against his chest. And then, he felt a change in Coal’s and Larik’s minds.

Coal’s thoughts halted for a mere second before lighting up with an idea which sparked a rush of curious determination. Larik made a noise of surprise and then- …

“Ow!”

Vlassk winced when he felt a spike of pain from Larik and lifted his head off of Omeluum and turned to look what his little troublemaker of a son had done this time.

Larik’s eyes were squinted and his shoulders tense and still as he held onto Coal with one hand and a spoon with the other while said kid tightly held onto one of his tentacles and chewed on it.

Vlassk couldn’t help but snort. Coal really didn’t seem to grow out of that habit, no matter what they tried to tell him that – more often than not – it was rather dangerous to shove something into his mouth.

He mentally reached out for Larik’s mind and skimmed over the outer edges to asses the damage his son was doing and was relieved to find that it was barely more than a pesky nibble. Still, it was bad manners and downright rude to chew on someone else and Vlassk had to do something about it.

Rising from his seat, Vlassk moved closer to them and adjusted his hold on Omeluum to free one of his tentacles.

“Now, now”, he cooed at Coal as he patted his head with said tentacle and carefully reached for Larik’s trapped limb. “Uncle Larik may look tasty but he’s not here to be eaten, Coal.”

He felt a snicker from Coal and a jolt of surprise from Larik but paid neither much mind as he gently pried the tentacle out of Coal’s grasp and mouth. The little squidling resisted for a bit and tightened his little hands but Vlassk’s tentacle on his head slid down to his back and rubbed encouraging circles around his spine.

“Uncle Larik may refuse to eat with us again if he’s the one on the menu”, Vlassk tried again with words and that finally did it. He felt recognition and understanding from Coal and the barest hint of regret before his hands unfurled and let go of Larik’s tentacle and allowed it to slip out of his mouth.

Vlassk purred and gave him a few more head pats. “Such a good squidling”, he cooed and nudged his tiny mind with warm, proud approval which had Coal blinking and squirming and giggling.

When he lifted his head to make sure Larik was fine and to apologize for Coal’s behavior however, he was surprised by the blank, dreamy look in his eyes and the fuzzy state of his mind.

Vlassk blinked and slowly waved a tentacle in front of his face. “Larik?”, he tentatively asked, wondering if Coal accidentally had pierced skin and damaged some nerves. “Are you-”

He yelped when his tentacle suddenly – and without warning – was grabbed and held. Vlassk flinched and tried to recoil and get away but the hold on his limb was too firm to have it budge and slip free.

His breathing quickened and his heart pounded against his chest as his mind began to race and swirl and boil with emotions and resurfacing memories but before anything serious could happen, Larik’s hold on him loosened. It didn’t vanish completely but at least Vlassk didn’t feel trapped anymore and his anxiety began to calm down again.

He forced himself to breathe deep and evenly. This is fine, he reminded himself. He was free and safe and this wasn’t him. This was Larik, whom he had meet barely a month ago and who had so cheekily stolen his kinds hearts and now had the audacity to touch him without a warning or asking first!

Vlassk’s mind bristled and sizzled and he grimaced as his tentacles quivered angrily. He was about to slap and snap at Larik when he blinked and his eyes changed. Focus returned to them, along with something else – something, that had Vlassk’s breath hitching and his heart stuttering.

He was stunned by that peculiar look in his amber eyes and couldn’t find the strength in him to look away as the tentacle on his own softly caressed it and send a shiver down his spine. Something in the back of his mind tingled.

He watched with widening eyes and fluttering heart when Larik moved; leaned closer and tilted his head as if to rest it against Vlassk’s and a jolt of excited surprise raced through his veins and lit them ablaze.

Vlassk didn’t know what was happening but it felt important – special – and he didn’t dare to interrupt as Larik came closer. Inch by inch and at an agonizingly slow pace as if waiting for Vlassk to pull back and retreat.

He didn’t. He watched and waited and allowed whatever Larik was doing; his throat running dry and his mind tightening and tensing until it felt as if it was about to snap. And then …

… then the door flew open and Mar’reen entered the room and just as unexpected and sudden as that weird moment between Vlassk and Larik had started, it ended.

Both of them made a small noise and jumped apart. Vlassk felt his face heating and paling while he sensed a similar reaction from Larik's mind, mixed with guilt and a touch of sad regret.

Mar’reen’s thoughts however, were sharp and suspicious and smug as they asked: “Did I interrupt something?”

The squidlings squealed and giggled.

[the-illithid-archivist]

Everyone stay quiet for a moment and take a seat! @sumi-sprite, @unaarista and me have been cooking and came up with an adorably cute and wholesome (and only slightly angsty AU) for all our beloved squid OC's!

Full explanation under the cut for ease of scrolling.

This AU is about the idea that illithids can have actual offspring in the form of small, baby sized illithids, so if you're not into that I would suggest you leave now or get scared. If not, happy reading!

This AU is (who would've guessed it) Vlassk-centric but also includes Omeluum, Blurg, Dror Ragzlin as well as other squid OC's of us.

A little CW: abuse and rape will be mentioned and implied but not graphically explained.

Now, a quick summary: Vlassk is still kept as a pet by Qirilissk, but after many failed attempts (often under the use of drugs and sedatives to keep his toy still and compliant) of producing offspring with him gets sold to one of their surface trading partners which happens to be Dror Ragzlin (do I hear another who would've guessed? no?) because Qirilissk finally gave up on him. Vlassk is heart-broken and shattered but shortly afterwards finds out that ... oops. He's pregnant.

The colony hears of this (thanks Ragzlin for not being able to keep your mouth shut, my dude) and now desperately wants Vlassk (and in addition the babies) back, but Ragzlin is still a little shit who won't give up on his newest toy. He also get's a good idea that Vlassk and his kids seem pretty valuable and will keep this in mind, should he ever need some leverage on his illithid allies in the future.

And Vlassk is in literal hell. He's so very scared and alone and helpless and pregnant with the offspring of his abuser. Some nights, he isn't quite sure if he wants to keep them, but in the end remembers that those kids are innocent and not the cause of his pain nor an extension of Qirilissk and his ownership of him.

He eventually ends up delivering and ... oh. It's twins. Something unheard of and nothing short of a miracle among illithids.

Qirilissk meanwhile is fuming and seething that he lost not only his precious toy but also his kid. KIDS.

The colony and Ragzlin come up with a small agreement considering Vlassk and his kids, however. Where another illithid is sent to aid and help Vlassk raise and take care of the kids so they may become proper illithids themselves.

Said illithid is Mar'reen (OC belonging to sumi and later on will carry one of their own kid, the sweet Xo'to) and is secretly tasked with persuading Vlassk to surrendering his kids to the colony and into Qirilissk's care. Mar'reen however doesn't like that idea one bit and instead sides with Vlassk and stays and becomes his first real friend.

Vlassk's twins are the shy Omeluum and Koluum aka Coal (Una's lovely squid OC). Both are outliers of their species: Omeluum due to its arcana talents and Coal because he his non-verbal (communicating via mental images and feelings instead of words) and prefers to pursue physical arts rather than psionics.

And that's the core of the AU.

Lot's of single parent panic attacks and baby illithid shenanigans will happen in this one and I can't wait to see them all!

Huge thanks to sumi and una for developing this wonderful AU with me! 🩵💜❤️

Also, a little treat to everyone having difficulties picturing illithid babies:

Art credit to Una! 🩵

[thelampisaflashlight]

The ghouls, but it’s mostly just Ifrit and Mist headcanons. Let’s go.

-Mist is currently imprisoned at the bottom the abbey’s lake. She can come up to the surface, but her body can never fully leave the water, nor can she be carried away from it.

No one is quite sure who proposed this punishment, but at the very least, she isn’t back in Hell.

However, through a loophole, she CAN travel between bodies of water on the abbey’s grounds, including the indoor swimming pool, which has, unfortunately, led many a sibling of sin to believe it’s haunted.

-Ifrit isn’t much better off than Mist, but he does have more freedom, in that he’s allowed to travel, but he still has to keep a low profile and not make any waves so to speak.

He and Mist spend a lot of time together when he’s not working, and are quite close at this point.

-When it rains, Mist can walk across the grounds, so, on stormy days, she can be seen wandering around, checking on things.

She tends to avoid talking to the other ghouls while out and about, not wanting to waste her idle time chatting with them, but she does pull pranks.

-Ifrit can’t use his fire magic anymore, however, he can manipulate ash. It’s a weird power, but he’s able to make little creatures out of soot, sort of like the sprites from Spirited Away, but they can’t lift or move heavy things like lumps of coal, and crumble when hit by a breeze.

And, lastly;

-There’s a fountain in the middle of the abbey’s memorial garden that Mist likes visiting, because the only people who come there are the siblings in charge of maintaining the plants, and Mountain, who has a vague idea of who she is, but lets her be.

They have a sort of agreement that while she’s there, she’s not to be disturbed.

[wackygremlin]

He is hopping for joy

[y0imiy9]

Ohhh that carbonated drink anon was onto something! To add onto this interesting subject, Fowler would probably be ‘meh’ in terms of shock value, but I think Sword Father would really like the texture. Not just because he relies on his other senses to navigate the world, but he’s very much open to almost anything.

Also, I like to think that Taigen would maybe only be able to keep all the sprite down after three or four tries, but Akemi would handle it like a champ. She’d either make a polite little burp and then be all “excuse me🤭” or nearly break Taigen’s record and *then* have that same ‘tee hee’ response, no in between

Fowler is a simple guy. man's imported cows just to make sour cream!? he'd be indifferent to fizzy drinks. he'd shake them up then shoot them for fun after all that painstaking work of getting it smuggled into Japan lmfao.

Heiji Shindo would absolutely hate it LOL. he'd call Fowler a dumbass for importing spicy water for what ???? i think he'd enjoy it better mixed with sake. he seems like the type to enjoy mimosas tbh.

I absolutely agree that Swordfather would love fizzy drinks! I'd like to imagine after years of forging he'd have impulsive thoughts on just... chomping on hot coal... wondering what it would feel like.... fizzy drinks would be the closest he'd get to eating hot coals. additionally, he would Love pop rocks. 100% Swordfather would be open to trying any food cuz I can imagine a young Mizu having to cook for the both of them when he's busy. and we all know what Mizu's cooking skills are like lmao.

AND YES! Taigen would need to try at leasttt 4 times to successfully complete the challenge. Akemi definitely could handle it. she's the most adventurous when it comes to food and is a badass lady so you know dang well she'd handle it like a champ! her face unwavering after taking the last sip. the burp she let's out after is so astronomical, she doesn't even bat an eye and just politely says "excuse me" (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) Taigen's jaw on the floor after seeing Akemi almost beat his burp record could send him to a chiropractor.

(the link is a tiktok video that best describes how akemi would have burped after doing the "sprite challenge")

[mac-and-thefox]

Amaryllis' Sprite

For @amara-among-the-stars and their amazing OC! 💙

Gif source: Pinterest

-Being a fire ghoul, Amaryllis' sprite is also aligned with fire. While Dew's sprite is the embodiment of the flames found in a campfire, or in a cozy fireplace, Amaryllis' sprite is the embodiment of the hottest, most intense blue flames, much like it's ghoul familiar.

-Amaryllis names her sprite Pepsi Mango, or Mango for short in alignment with her fellow chaos triplets Dewdrop and Sunshine and their sprites, Sprite and Dr. Pepper. While Sprite resembles more of a living, sentient flame, Mango looks very closely to a Blue-spotted Salamander.

-While some sprites are gender neutral, Mango is a female fire sprite. She is very attached to Amaryllis. Mango is the better behaved fire sprite between her and Sprite. Because of this, she accompanies Amaryllis everywhere. Mango nestles into the juncture between her ghoul's neck and shoulder, and just hangs out as Amaryllis goes about her day.

She has, on occasion, scared the shit out of Papa because he didn't see her blended in with Amaryllis' cyan blue hair until she emitted a little blue spark and an eep in greeting.

-When Mango is deeply calm and content, she will emit this warm, radiating heat that can be felt at up to 8 or 9 feet. She will also emit this glow that resembles a blue, white-hot coal at the base of a fire.

-During the winter, Mango will accompany Amaryllis out to Mountain's greenhouses to spend time with him while he works. The two of them have a special heat-proof glass dish with lava rock for Mango to hang out in. She warms up the lava rock and raises the temperature inside the greenhouse to a very pleasant feel and climate.

Mountain affectionately calls Mango his little ember because of this.

-Mango typically sleeps in Amaryllis' fireplace like the other fire-type sprites, but likes to crawl into bed with her ghoul during particularly cold or stormy nights and has a reputation for being the perfect, tiny little space heater.

-Mango is very attuned to Amaryllis' emotions and has been known to jump out at and burn other ghouls or siblings that cause her fire ghoul emotional distress.

[eternalowl]

Incorrect Eternals quotes part 3

Ikaris gets d e s t r o y e d in this because it’s funny

Thena, while entering a store: Why do they have door sensors outside of the exit door if you’re not even supposed to enter through there?

Gilgamesh: Probably because there’s the occasional idiot that walks through the wrong door.

Thena, dead fucking serious: Then just take the sensor away and let them run into the damn door.

Kingo: *is recording Druig struggling to husk a corn cob*

Druig: I swear I will throw this fuckin corn at your face if you don’t put your damn phone away.

Thena and Ikaris: *are about to beat the living shit out of each other in the kitchen*

Druig, running into the kitchen like a damn track star: WAIT!

Thena and Ikaris: *pause*

Druig: *quickly makes a bowl of popcorn and heads over to the couch to watch*

Druig: Okay, you may continue.

Ikaris: Today, two families will become one.

Druig, in an ominous voice: Two families enter, one leaves.

Sprite: Accurate yet terrifying.

Ajak: …The Wedding Games…

Sersi: May the bouquet toss be ever in your favor.

Phastos: I hate all of you!

Thena: Please don’t turn Gil and I’s wedding into the Hunger Games.

Ajak: BEAT HIS ASS RAINBOW DASH!

Kingo: I can’t believe you just said that…

Phastos: I don’t even want to know.

Sersi:, texting the others: There’s just this bird…

Sersi: In the Chicago airport…

Sersi: I’m going to name it Ravioli.

Thena: Is it on fire? No? Can it be solved with a fire? Also no? Does it have anything to do with cooking? Yes? Then leave me alone, I’ll just make it worse.

Gilgamesh: Hey, I’m heading to Australia-

Druig: Get me a kangaroo.

Gilgamesh: Why?

Druig: B e c a u s e.

Gilgamesh: No get your own damn kangaroo.

Kingo, running away from Ikaris for who knows why: Lemme tell you something, lemme tell you something-

Ikaris: *grabs a frying pan*

Kingo, screaming: Let mE TELL YOU SOMETHING-

Phastos: So, T, what’s your New Year’s resolution-

Thena: To start a revolution.

Sprite: Don’t you dare kill me! I have a family!

Murderer: And you think I care?

Sprite: That wasn’t a plea for mercy, that was a warning.

*sounds of cosmic energy, several explosions, screams of agony, and car alarms are heard in the distance*

Sprite: And it sounds like they’re almost here.

Thena: What happens if you press the gas and the break down at the same time?

Gilgamesh: The car takes a screenshot.

Phastos, who was just about to leave the Walmart parking lot: Get out of my car. Both of you.

Phastos: Please, Thena, don’t do anything overly violent.

Thena: You could sooner divert a river from its course than deny me my nature.

Sersi, deeply inhaling: Okay, let’s try this again. Mary had a little lamb-

Druig: Its heart as black as coal.

Thena: It crept into her room one night-

Druig: -and ate her fuckin soul.

Sersi: …

Kingo: Roses are red…

Kingo: Violets are blue…

Thena, threateningly holding a paint brush: Interrupt my painting again and I’ll fucking bite you.

Sersi: I stay in bed, I am warm. I get in the shower, I am warm. The distance between the bed and shower? No. That is not warm.

Kingo: So, if you die, how do you think it would happen?

Thena: Eh, probably old age.

Kingo: But- We don’t even age?

Thena: That’s my point.

Druig: *laughing manically after Ikaris makes a stupid mistake*

Druig: It’s funny how dumb you are.

Makkari: I always wear red to funerals. It’s my way of saying, “Hello, Death. Kiss my ass.”

Random person in an elevator: Your purse looks delicious.

Ajak: …

Ajak, ready to wack them with her purse: WHY DON’T YOU JUST EAT IT THEN???

Druig: Hey, wait-

Kingo: Sorry dude, there’s no space left in here.

Thena: We could throw Ikaris onto the roof.

Ikaris: How about we throw you on the damn roof.

Druig: I agree with Thena, now get onto the roof.

Ikaris: How about we put Gil on the roof?

Thena: *throws Ikaris out of the car and pulls Druig in*

Ajak: *closes the elevator*

Kingo, Sprite, Phastos, Druig, and Makkari: *waiting outside the elevator since they won’t fit*

Kingo, as soon as the door closes: *opens it and waves*

Ajak: *shuts the door again because she just wants to leave*

Kingo: *opens the door again and waves*

Ajak: *closes the door again*

Kingo: *opens the door AGAIN* You shall not leave.

Ajak:: *closes the door AGAIN*

Kingo: *proceeds to open it yet again*

Ikaris: Just let us fuckin leave!

Ajak: *closes the door, starting to get agitated*

Kingo: *opeNS THE FUCKING DOOR AGAIN*

Ajak, Ikaris, Sersi, Thena, and Gilgamesh: LET THE FUCKING DOOR CLOSE!

Ajak: *closes the door, ready to beat the shit out of Kingo*

Kingo: *finally lets them go*

Thena: I am fluent in many ways of kicking your ass.

Ikaris: GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKIN TWINKIES!

Druig: NO!

Phastos, to Sersi: Are they drunk-

Ikaris and Druig: SHUT THE FUCK YOUR MOUTH!

Kingo, watching a potato that’s attached to his ceiling fan: A potato flew around my room before you came-

Kingo, Ikaris, Sersi, Sprite, Druig, Phastos, Gilgamesh, Thena, Makkari, and Ajak, less than ten minutes later: *chaotic, bloody murder, unholy screeching*

Kingo: If you’ve knocked on a door, you’ve technically punched a house before.

Phastos: No-

Kingo: honk :D

Druig: WHAT

Kingo: HONK >:(

Druig: WHAT THE FUCK DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT???

Makkari, pointing to a strange creature: WHAT IS THAT???

Phastos: I don’t know! I remember reading something about it, but I forgot the name!

Makkari: NEVERMIND. I DON’T CARE WHAT IT IS, JUST HIT IT!

Sersi: IKARIS, GET THAT THING OUT OF THE HOUSE!

Ikaris: What? You’ve told me about how much you’ve been wanting a cat, then I found this guy! It’s fate, Sersi, FATE!

Sersi: IKARIS.

Sersi: THAT IS A RACCOON.

Sersi: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie-

Kingo: Eyy, homie!

Makkari: But then there's cootie...

Thena: Die.

Ajak: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon.

Thena: Spear.

Ajak: BLOCKED.

Ajak: I CHOOSE TO CALL IT MY KNIFE STICK.

Druig: I woke up today smiling because I saw Makkari and then I remembered that I’m still better than Ikaris.

Druig: Ajak, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Ikaris, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

Makkari: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL-

Phastos: CAN’T WE JUST HAVE A NICE FAMILY DINNER FOR ONCE???

Thena: *shatters a window and climbs through it*

Thena: *turns around and helps Sprite through it* Breaking and entering is wrong, Sprite.

Sprite: Okay.

Ajak: Is he stupid?

Thena, Druig, and Phastos, in unison: Yes, but he prefers to be called Ikaris.

Makkari: No thanks.

Makkari: I'm god.

Sersi, tearing up nearly every room in the Domo: WHERE ARE THEY???

Sersi, opening every cupboard after interrogating Druig: WHO MOVED THEM? WHO MOVED MY CHILDREN???

Sersi: SOMEONE MOVED MY M&Ms AND NOW I’M GOING TO START KILLING.

Ikaris, during the Emergence: What has this planet done for you? Why would you want to save it?

Sersi, Phastos, Makkari, Druig, and Thena, in unison: BECAUSE I’M ONE OF THE IDIOTS THAT LIVES ON IT!

Druig: Where are you going?

Ajak: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

Thena, looking at a dead phone: How do we bring this thing back to life? Magic? Live sacrifice? I know a guy in town-

Eros: What happened to Ajak?

Thena: She died.

Eros: She what?

Thena: She died, but she’s okay now.

Eros: …Can you please clarify?

Ajak the Almighty: Clarification is for the weak.

Druig, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

Druig: Why are you burning our marriage certificate?

Makkari: Good luck returning me without the receipt.

Phastos: Ikaris, I don't like you.

Ikaris: What did you say?

Phastos: You heard me!

Ikaris, internally: And it turns out I actually didn't hear what the fuck you just said.

Ajak: Are you really planning to shoot the demon?

Makkari: Don't worry, it's a holy gun.

Ajak: How so?

Makkari: It makes holes.

Ikaris: I feel so burnt out.

Thena: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon.

Ikaris: Are you gonna... assassinate me?

Thena: Well not if you’re expecting it.

Ajak, about to jump over a canyon with the others in the back: Total lack of drivers training DON’T FAIL ME NOW!

Gilgamesh: I love you.

Thena: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.

*Gilgamesh and Thena kiss passionately*

Phastos, to Kingo: You owe me 20 dollars.

Ajak: What? I'm not aggressive!

Druig: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of sandals and stole my chocolate chips?

Ajak: Survival of the fittest, bitch!

Gilgamesh: Wow, Thena, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Thena: We literally slept together yesterday and we’ve managed to convince everyone else that we’ve been married for the past few thousand years.

Gilgamesh: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Kingo, after being buried in sand: I am the sand guardian, Guardian of the Sand.

Sprite, who is the one who buried him: POSEIDON QUIVERS BEFORE HIM!

Kingo, a few minutes later, screaming at a wave: FUCK OFF!

[applecat8]

Random Headcanons for the constant DS/DST

-Because your metabolism is sped up it’s really hard to pack weight unless you’re eating heavily to keep yourself full. So if you’re constantly hungry and starving you thin out and look more hungry. Ex: Wilson before the constant was a little heavier (doesn’t exercise, has/had money) but over the course of starvation he slimmed up

-Starvation, Wilson’s been in the constant so long feeling full has left him, and will continue to eat afterwards if he’s got the food. Food is certainly a comfort for many of the survivors him included

-Chewing behavior, Woodie and Wilson are constantly chewing things, Woodie nibbling on a stick or grass while Wilson may have sap or something chewy to knaw away on. It helps with focus

-Woodie has influenced behaviors of his were-forms. Like head butting things, bitting woody fibers, arm flapping like goose wings. I also like to think when he’s a goose he makes nests to sit in. he absolutely hates birds.

-Maxwell has memory loss/he’s forgetful, he talks about forgetting how to craft items and how he can’t remember how to read the languages in the ruins. Yet. He has the entirety of the Codex Umbra engraved into his mind and can make it.

-Bound in blood, I also believe the Codex is bound to Maxwell with blood, (Costs blood to make it) and that it still speaks/influences him when it feels the need to, (when it needs fuel, when the book is being damaged) a hc of mine with nothing to really back it up is when William/Maxwell was pinned under the train his legs were broken, and his blood soaked the book binding him to it. Because he was in danger of dying the book did everything it could to keep him alive. Even fixing his legs as he wondered off into the desert.

-Reseting the world to continue the death loop also resets scars and other wounds completely. Reseting who ever back to how they looked when they first arrived or with a different set of cloths on. Any scars/conditions before the constant stay

-Wilson had fair vision but uses reading glasses, Maxwell had incredible nearsightedness, the throne changed that. Maxwells eyes are blue but the color fades to black depending on how much of his mind is split. Wilson’s eyes use to be Blue but faded to a coal black after the throne

-Effects of the throne, looking at game sprites for a bit of theories, and just style curiosity. Wilson’s arms are completely black to the shoulder with clawed fingers, this doesn’t pain him it’s some corruption of sorts, maxwells hands are also clawed but only to the forearm. Maxwells skin greyed, giving a lifeless look. both of them have sharp teeth. Both also have a key sense of magic as well power. Wilson is still empathetic while Maxwell is slowly getting better at showing his more soft emotions. But his heart is beyond simple healing and is remains dark and twisted. And last but not least both have the same awful dreams about the throne.

Most of this is just random off the top of my head stuff, and again none of this is canon it’s just my thoughts! It’s ok to have a different perspective on things too :b

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Thena, in the movie, once said to Sersi that Gil told her „when you love something you protect it. It’s the most natural thing in the world“

We never actually got the scene, only the hint that he once said it to her.

So i thought maybe you could write a little flashback? It would be interesting!

And I’m sure you can write something beautiful!!❤️

"Wow."

Thena looked up at the sky from within Gilgamesh's arms. To those mulling around on the deck of the ship, it may seem like he was just embracing his beloved wife. In reality, he had an inhumanly strong grip to keep her arms bound in case she lost herself and starting swinging a blade in blind rage.

The trip had been long. They took the first boat they could from the coast nearest Tenochtitlan and headed...as far away as possible. From land, and humans...their family. Anywhere that could offer them solitude. Anywhere that promised that she would not be a danger to innocent beings.

She sighed.

"What?" he asked, resting his chin on the top of her head with her arms locked around her.

She didn't answer, focusing on the stars above them and the sound of the ocean desperately hauling the ship towards another continent.

"Hey," he called to her again, nudging her head with his chin. His spirits continued to be light for one travelling with such a dangerous companion.

She wilted against him, and even then, they both knew he couldn't afford to let go of her. "Seasickness."

It was true, she had been quite seasick for much of the journey. He kissed the back of her head, "nice try."

It was worth the attempt. She looked up at the stars again. Her eyes watered, reminded of Sprite. Every woman with children made her think of Ajak. Every plant and flower she thought of Sersi and every man with a needlessly loud voice reminded her of Kingo.

"Thena." His voice was so soft. Just like the rest of him, it was soft, and warm, and perfect for her.

"Why?" she asked before she could stop herself. It was pointless, and she wasn't usually one for such chatter. Perhaps it was the exhaustion of the journey, or the ceaseless rocking of the ship getting to her.

"Why what?"

"Why," she repeated more firmly. He knew what she was saying.

"We've come a long way for you to ask me that now." He was right, too. They had managed to leave the Domo, and then to turn their backs on their beloved city. They had managed to get on this godforsaken ship.

Her hands found his, tangling their fingers together as he restrained her. At least being in his arms was pleasant, however forceful it needed to be. "When we find this promised wasteland...you will be free."

He waited for her to finish.

"You can leave me somewhere I won't hurt anyone," she suggested, hoping she didn't sound bereft at just the thought of being without him. "You will have done your duty."

"Is that what you are?" he asked, and she could hear a hard edge in his voice. He didn't like it when she suggested he abandon her. "Another mission for me to complete?"

She sighed again, running her thumb along the skin of his hand. They were hands capable of reaching into iron forges without protection--shaping molten glass and smothering hot coals. But they always felt so soft, to her. "I am no one's burden, Gilgamesh."

"Love is not a burden."

She looked up at the stars, hoping it would keep yet more tears from falling. Even as an Eternal, there was only so much hydration she could afford to lose while out at sea.

"I don't chose to love you when it's convenient for me," Gil whispered against her hair, resting his cheek there. "So I don't know why you think I could just...stop."

She swallowed, forcing up words to conjure her greatest fear, "perhaps it would be for the best."

"Then I have bad news for you."

"Gil," she attempted to insist. "You could be free."

"It's not freedom if you're not with me."

So stubborn, he was. "There will be no one around in need of your protection."

"I didn't come so I could protect other people," he affirmed, and even loosened his hold on her just a little. Thena stiffened in response. "I came to protect you."

She was the Warrior Eternal...perhaps no longer. But she was in need of no one's protection. "It is you who will need protection."

"I can handle myself," he chuckled, always finding something to smile about. It was one of her favourite things about him. He kept her hands in his, but let her turn to face him at least. "But I came because I love you--just you."

She tilted her head at him - her beautiful Gilgamesh with his flowery words - and sighed. She was doing that quite often since boarding the ship. Her hands came up to his cheeks, and she only just noticed that he had released them. She ran her thumb against his cheek, "it's dangerous."

"I'm here," he argued. Whether he meant that he was there to keep her from endangering the other passengers, or that he was there regardless of the danger she posed to just him.

"I am a danger to you," she whispered, ashamed to admit under the open sky that she was more concerned about his life than that of the fragile humans around them.

"Never," he whispered back, relishing her touch as if these hands hadn't tried to run him through a mere fortnight ago.

"Why," she repeated, desperation choking her throat closed. "Why strand yourself with me?"

"Because," he began, and paused just to kiss her lips. She felt his breath against the cold and damp ocean air. "Because when you love something, you protect it."

That was exactly what she was trying to do--not just with him, but with their love. She could not bear the thought of it withering, of him growing tired and resenting her. It would be kinder to take that fist of his and rip her heart from her chest.

Her eyes rose to his. "I love you."

They were loving words, and ones she didn't say often. But he knew that they were no placation; she was attempting to argue him out of staying. But he brought her hand to his chest, letting her feel where his heart was beating the same rhythm as hers.

"I love you, Thena," he professed, and as always, the words made a warmth flow through her, more than the sun or any fire could. They did something to defrost her heart. "So I'm not leaving."

She shook her head, but she had no more arguments. No more points or counters, just the equal hopes that he would leave for his own good and also never, ever leave her.

Her eyes closed and he kissed her again.

Every kiss, she savoured, just in case it was the last one she would get.

"It's the most natural thing in the world."

When she opened her eyes, he was there, still. Him and his smile--the only thing she wanted to see for the rest of Eternity. Her hand ran over his cheek, pulling him in to kiss her again.

Maybe she wasn't ready to let him go, just yet. She would try again; gather her strength to try and summon the mettle to send him away. Until then, she would allow herself this one selfishness.