I had so much fun with the KNB × Sky COTL headcanons I made the other day that I had to come back for some more!
One of my headcanons for Momoi in that post was that she likes to make shared spaces in secluded areas of the map for the whole squad to hang out in. So, while I was playing Sky today, I took screenshots of the secluded areas I think she would make shared spaces in (ft. my Sky kid because I can't take a screenshot without them being in it). The realms these areas are located in will be in brackets. Enjoy! 🫶🏾
1. The Wind Path entrance above the Cave of Prophesies (Isle of Dawn)
2. The secret grassy area above Prarie Caves (Daylight Prarie)
3. The floating island with a triple waterfall in Sanctuary Islands (Daylight Prarie)
4. The underground cave in the Sunny Forest (Hidden Forest)
5. The rocky ledge in the far corner of Hermit Valley (Valley of Triumph)
6. The beach area in Treasure Reef (Golden Wasteland)
7. The golden spirit tree in the Hidden Glade (Vault of Knowledge)
8. The campfire site near the base of Eden in Starlit Desert (Vault of Knowledge)
I would think after a long day of doing quests and forging candles, everyone would just come to one of these spots, open her shared space, and just decompress and talk with each other using the in-game chat feature. It's very relaxing, and since the areas are normally secluded, not many people bother them.
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Some sad kinda fucked Ifrit thoughts because I woke up and they came
Cw; Substance Abuse, Sex as a coping mechanism, and just kinda general sads.
Nothing graphic said but still putting those ^
Ifrit
Big, Strong, oh so stupid Ifrit.
That's what was thought of him. A muscle head who fucked hard, partied hard, and got fucked up without a care.
An easy fuck and go without connections, without having to stick around after sorta thing
That isn't who he was though.
This was all learned behavior because it's what got him the attention he craved, any sense of being useful, cared about even if it was only because his body was useful
He loved and hated every single second of every single hookup, high, and any other thing that got him out of his head
If he wasn't happy he wasn't useful, if he didn't stay the persona they all knew he wouldn't be liked, if she showed just how broken inside he truly was he'd lose everything and everyone he had, no matter how superficial he needed the attention
It didn't matter if it was a vicious cycle of regrets, and horrible sleepless night, bad highs and.. thoughts he shouldn't have. Couldn't have
It was all he had now
His pack was broken.
His pack hated him after he left.
He never bothered to try and reconnect, why would he.
Aether, Mountain, and Dew stayed with the band, Zephyr never spoke to him, Mist was long gone to be with the lake.
He couldn't bother any of them with this.
With him.
He left the pack, he left the band, that was his choice. He left the only people who cared about him and for what? To go and be whatever he was now?
Yes.
Even when he knew he could possibly rekindle something he didn't. Shoved those feelings down and shoved more substance down his throat.
He didn't deserve it.
Didn't deserve to have that happiness.
That comfort.
Ifrit used to be the most caring, lovable golden retriever there was.
Always following someone's trail, loving on them, and doing every favor he could
His pack loved him
He loved his pack
Now a days he's nothing more then an old dog owned by a family long since grown.
One that's waiting for the first excuse to be put down despite all the love it has left to give.
He thinks it's what he deserves.
A life of misery, and pain without comfort.
He watches his old pack in longing, the only happiness coming from seeing how happy and healthy they are
He'd do anything for them even now
He's so happy to see them thrive and love each other
Even if it also breaks his heart.
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I think Mountain likes to make Epsom salt concoctions for all of his packmates, and especially ones with chronic pain.
He likes to mix and test and create on a good day, splicing flowers and plants together and seeing what effects he can create. He just loves botany and what he can get his element to give him, so it makes sense that making bath salts would be so fun for him.
Working out formulas for everyone's specific needs is so enjoyable too; be it migraines, anxiety, aches and pains, relaxation. He just thrives in the throws of *creation* and also problem solving. The fact that it will end up helping his packmates is a huge bonus too. The sparkling eyes and bright smiles he gets from them when he pulls the perfectly packaged salts from behind his back--with self made paper bags and labels to boot, Mountain doesn't do handmade gifts by halves--makes the long hours it takes to get the recipe just right for their needs worth it.
He always asks for a report back on how this batch works, and if there's anything he can do to improve it. The other Ghouls don't tell him, but he gets so cute like this, genuinely eager to provide but also improve. Really the mixes are all perfect already, but the wide forest green eyes and not-so-subtly wagging tail behind the giant is enough for them to tell a little fib and come up with something arbitrary, but will make Mountain double his efforts.
He loves his pack, he loves his element, and he dives straight back to work so that the next batch is all ready to just as soon as this one runs out.
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