one thing I never got around to drawing or writing out was when Fuil and Mardig finally meet.
I dunno if I’ll ever manage to revive that blog, but I like thinking about them being very friendly with eachother
spoilers below since i’ll likely never actually get around to performing it ALSO TAGGING @belphagorium BECAUSE MENTION OF SUNROCK BOYO
like no joke Mardig would be so scared that she wouldn’t accept him because wow man you’re a random dude who says you’re my brother and have been searching for me for all these years
after saving her from drowning no less (this was gonna be an open starter for anyone to chime in on, but their reunion would happen subsequently nonetheless)
BUT SHE DOES ACCEPT HIM and HES JUST SO RELIEVED AND HAPPY BECAUSE HE HAS HIS LAST LIVING FAMILY MEMBER BACK AND SHE CAN JUST... SO VIVIDLY FEEL ALL THIS EMOTION FROM HIM AND ITS SO EARNEST AND GOOD
honestly this might be the first time Mardig would have cried in DECADES
and Fuil’s suddenly got a family member after years of being so alone having lost her adopted family and he can tell her of her origins
ALSO HESPERUS BECAUSE THAT SUNROCK HAS BEEN IN THE FAMILY FOR AGES AND EITHER THROUGH THIS OR BY THIS TIME HE MIGHTVE RECALLED HIS MEMORIES OF ITTY BITTY INFANT FUIL MORE CLEARLY AND HES PROBABLY FULL OF EMOTION BECAUSE THE LITTLE ABSOL SIBLINGS HE LOVED SO DEARLY ARE BACK TOGETHER AGAIN and hes probs gonna just pick them both up in a sunwarm hug lksdfjksjdkjsds
> You have always disliked the killing aspect of being a subjugglator, and you were never sure why. Perhaps it’s just you didn’t like to reflect on what you had done to the lowbloods. Sure, you didn’t necessarily disagree with the fact lowbloods were genetically disadvantaged, but you didn’t like having to do the dirty work yourself. You were called to action by one of the higher subjugglators. You never enjoyed having to cull the groups. He explained how there was a few new ones captured and being held in a nearby tent, and how it was your duty to cull the unworthy. You nod grimly, already feeling unnerved.
> You walk up to Ethne, making a face of disgust. You did not owe her an explanation, why was she even here?
“(M)y job, (P)upa.”
> Your arms had scratches on them, along with the blood of various lower castes, the most prominent being a ruby color on your forearm. Perhaps you should’ve cleaned up before returning.
...Youre handsome and dashing, but a complete bitch, your obsessed with yourself, you narssasitic prick. Though I hate your guts I wouldnt kill you, so the point is fuck off with your fetishs ya sick twat.-ANON ((for the locker, anonymous note thing
//Im guessing this is for Mardig because of kinks lmao
(H)ow kind. (I) am quite dashing, aren’t (I)? (T)hank you for reminding me.