#trophykept

[fairestfall]

Snow whenever someone hurts her kids: 

*cue seraphic screeching*  

[sundcred-and-undone]

He cannot allow this. He cannot.

When the terrible truth revealed itself to him and his companion, they opted to hide and observe, lest the toxic pull of this bizarre, physical world draw them in and ensnare. But he cannot watch this, a beast - half of their predecessors, an abomination that terrifies -

No, no, calm. It is simply concerning.

But he can’t allow this.

He appears in skekMal’s path in a cloud of light, like lightning but completely silent, arms outstretched.

      “Be still. You will not continue this hunt. Allow the Gelfling to go.” 

@trophykept​

[chainsxwsmile]

All of you are getting hugs from Bruce. No, you don’t have a choice in the matter. Let the cuddling commence.

@jxckspxcer​, @trophykept​, @selfregicide​, @thehopcful​

[lucere]

Step 1: find an appropriately ferocious beast. Step 2: kill it and claim your trophy. Step 3: show it to your girlfriend and bask in the endless praise she will no doubt bestow upon you for being incredibly impressive and powerful. Step 4: Profit.

i did die once. does that count ?

[skcksa-a]

@trophykept​

        the Mariner instinctively tenses at the sight of a large approaching figure amongst the underbrush, remaining dominant hand poised over her sword. is it skekZok with orders for her to return to the castle for ritualistic punishment? or is it the thick-headed skekVar or skekUng? she scents the air and observes the other’s gait. no, this one is too lithe and graceful, too full of life. he smells comfortingly familiar, as well. not of sea salt air, but of soil, sweat, and moss...

but something else taints it. blood and a sourly saccharine musk. she has a suspicion as to what causes her heart to pound in distress, but she refuses to entertain the idea that her old friend stooped so low as to drink vliya. 

she forces herself to relax, but not completely. despite past bonds, the Emperor has becoming increasingly erratic as of late. he might very well have sent his Hunter to bring her back in chains after her repeated failures. 

“skekMal,” she softly greets before her brow furrows and her blue feathers flare in alarm. his meticulously kept mask is cracked, and the blood she smells is not Gelfling. it is his own. fighting the instinct to rush over to him and fret, she takes a few cautious steps forward. “Aughra’s eye. what in the depths has happened to you, old friend?”

[grottancaretaker-blog]

@trophykept  🜃  Starter Call !!

            🜃  ❝ Stop! ❞ Deets bottom lip quivers, her dark eyes round and pleading as she keeps her form present in front of The Hunter’s vision to keep him from seeing their whereabouts. Her wings bat rapidly around as she tries to stray his gaze away. Her hands shake in her anger, an emotion that does not reach her face but overflows inside of her. It was a far greater feeling than she was ever used to. A whisper exhoes in the back of her mind; its words lost, but its essence lingering. 

         She does not remember what they say specifically, but she knows that it taunts her good hearted nature. She feels the darkening spark through her hands then wither down in that very same moment. But despite its violet hue fading she knew it still lingered within her veins. She didn’t want to hurt anyone,  But he wanted to hurt her friends.  The Grottan was at a loss of what to do. She feels the darkening reaching desperately towards her heart and mind in this distressing moment.  

         ❝ Stay away from them ! ❞ 

[crystalsundered]

HEADCANON + urSen

skekLach has met urSen a few times after the division, back when they were still healthy enough to comb the wilds of Thra themself in order to add more specimens to their collection. their first reaction was awe– urSen was beautiful, so innocent and kind. they were drawn to that light. and then came the envy (why did urSen get to live in blissful ignorance while they bore the brunt of LachSen’s pain?) and the self-hatred (they used to be that good, once. no more). 

yet, despite their mixed emotions, skekLach is one of the few Skeksis that holds their mystic no ill will. in fact, if they did not fear meeting a fate similar to skekGra’s, they would have found a way to reunite with their mystic. being around urSen eases the ache somewhat and, if skekLach closes their eyes, they can almost imagine that they are whole again. 

[vliyarchive]

          @trophykept​:

“ get back inside . where it’s safe . ” //spoken with the utmost contempt. Sorry, Tek. D:   /   the  wolf  and  the  lion.

the  company  of  a  skeksis  so  rarely  seen  was  enough  to  put  them  on  edge,  especially  one  so  much  bigger,  stronger  than  they.  but  that  tone,  a  familiar  one  that  still  travels  down  their  spine  and  twists  in  their  gut  as  if  this  was  the  first  time  hearing  it,  is  all  it  takes  to  shove  the  scientist  right  over  that  precipice.

WHERE  IT'S  SAFE ?

the  laboratory  is  filth.  it's  snapping  jaws,  chemical  burns,  gore  and  flying  sparks.  it's  chaos  with  a  routine  that's  broken  all  too  often  by  the  prying  eyes  and  ringed,  prodding  talons  of  fellow  courtiers.  and  of  course  the  halls  lost  their  right  to  be  considered  SAFE  long  ago,  no  thanks  to  their  kin.  so,  skekTek  stayed  rooted  (  albeit  tensed.  )   they  had  left  for  the  wilderness  far  before  the  first  brother  had  risen,  for  research's  sake,  and  by  thra  they  weren't  leaving  until  the  task  was  seen  through.  again,  for  research's  sake,  and  now  by  spite  as  well.

"  excuse  you,  hunter,  but  ⁠—  "   gutsy,  that  tended  to  happen  when  the  scientist  was  on  their  lonesome.  "  ⁠—  i  risk  life  and  limb  each  day,  if  you'd  care  to  take  an  intermission  from  this..  FERAL  LIFESTYLE  you'd  know  that.  "