#the sunsrage things

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Um? Helian something a happened to taz her descendant did something and he can’t reach nocie

"Worry not."

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HEH HEH HEH

this guy built himself a daughter

this guy (also built by the above guy) has kids on the way with his wife

this guy has like. at least two kids wants more (one of which was stolen but the other he is lovingly taking care of with one of his wifes)

plant is mine weird bug son courtesy of @.damistrolls

has at least 2 biological kids he didn't raise but has met now and calls his sons (and they call him dad), also several other descendants that he had a part in also

girldad who helped raise kids w her wife. she can be a dilf or a milf depending on whats hotter to you

one of guy before last's kids. has a bio daughter he loves endlessly that's his lil princess

gigantic ancient polar bear man with 2 sons he loves very muches

if youve read damis post already this is augusts husband hes raising a grub with :)

honorable mentions: antare and krygen are guys, hot as hell, and technically parents, but i dont think theve really got the aged like fine wine flavor of Dilfs. like their situation is unique where they're riding the line between these are my kids and my younger siblings.

Give me your tired

your poor

your DILFS

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Oh me?? Well, I’m not sure if it’s even all that comparable, since the people I know with magic abilities got them through deities, but I do know a couple. I don’t know the more famous ones as well personally, but I’m familiar with both the Sunsrage and the Tenebrae if you know who they are-- but my favorite one is Mr. Sevrin aka the Lamented. He’s basically my grampa you see. 

Their magic is divine in nature though, so it’s like an external thing that they can call upon now and have to learn the uses of rather than something to learn how to access and use. Does that make sense??? Is there even much of a difference???

> Reshaper clicks his tongue and frowns, foot shaking at a slightly faster pace as if he was a bit irritated or uncomfortable with the topic at hand.

"I've heard the names on the wind you could say, can't say I'm mucha' fan of divine magic, for a variety of reasons. That stuff can really break a man's boxes, really dampens a mood."

"Sevrin though, I've heard that name for sure, although it's been quite some time... might've heard about him from Orfuse way back when I think? Hard to say, it's been a long time, Ocelle."

"Only heard good things! Admittedly I wasn't interested in learning more at the time, I had too much else to worry about. What sort of magic does he get up to, same divine nonsense as the other two?"

"I'd say that the biggest difference is having to trust and rely on something out of your control for your abilities would do it for the difference, but I suppose the harnessing of such could be somewhat comparable, sure."

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Um. Did Taz get any heads up, Brilliance? Her brilliance? …Shining brilliance? How should we address u?

"I do not see how any of these concerns are relevant."

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HELLO??? MISS SHINING BRILLIANCE IM KIND OF WORRIED (ALSO SUNNE THAT LOOKS COOL AS HELL I HOPE U KNOW)

"Do not doubt me. This choice is deliberate."

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Um well! Your kismesis came up because Krygen’s share of the curse came up, and it made me go ‘how about those two?’ Anyways do you know much in the situation?

"Oh, is uh... Is he not doing okay or something? I haven't, like, checked up on the kid or anything. I just pinned Luminu to a wall and reminded Rha that I'm not beyond fucking her up if I need to. And even then I was just being puppeted-- Brilliance was not happy, not at all."

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Anyhow onto better avenues of a celestial god’s right hand troll, HI HELIAN!! Are you still at Rexr’s? How are y’all?

"Yeah, why? I've been well, as usual."

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Two of your charas have to safe the world, who should it be and why?

Ohhhh this is interesting!

I think one of them would be Helian. She has a god in her so she's pretty damn strong.

I think the other one should be Astaroth because he doesn't have a god IN him, but he's good pals with several. They could probably help.

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i think you know literally all of them already at least a little. but free viewing gallery of all the old people

i loooove old guy february

will you guys show me your old trolls? maybe tell me a bit about them?

i want to meet them

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Well, he’s looking for stuff to help deal with the curse? I’m not sure if the details are up for sharing really, but. It sounds like it’s been rough on the guy

"I'm afraid I'm not the guy you're looking for. I don't go there, y'know-- I'm not really into all the moon stuff myself."

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I hoped it wouldn’t! Knowing you’re able to hang out with your wife makes my weekends easier, bc I usually remember just before I go to work lol

How’s she? And her lusus? And yours, if yours is still around?

"Well... Mine's been dead for centuries, but Rexr and her lusus are doing good as usual. I'm glad we can bring you some sort of comfort, though, that's heartwarming."

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Me with helian rn

"What'd I just say!"

You run after Jonah and grab him around the middle, lifting him up nearly effortlessly. But you are just playing around, to be clear!

"Drop the gender, c'mon."

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Well let's fuckin see here

??? (gender: no thanks. it/its)

transmasc icon

bigender he/she (also here are the other 2 inkasis, both transfem)

??? pt 2 (gender? No Fucking Thanks. any/all prounouns)

gender indifference runs in the family (she/they/it fishgirlthing)

transmasc as well

aaaaand lastly, ??? pt 3 (Unidentified Fucking Creature. it/its)

Yk, had a phone convo with a guy that’s a transphobic ass so um. Rb this with ur fav trans and/or gnc ocs

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wait how tall are u helian… how tall would you be if u didn’t shave ur horns?

"Last I checked, I'm eight foot two inches. So entirely too tall. Add six or seven inches with horns."

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there is something alive inside your head

gdoc for if my theme sucks to read on (it does) -> PART ONE: are you afraid of the dark

TW: unreality

Where are you? What’s happening? Why can’t you move, see, do anything at all?

Is this what death is like? Are you dead?

An impossibly loud thump reverberates through the inside of your skull. A second beat follows soon after, a deep, bass-heavy wave that blots out anything else you were thinking about in that moment. 

You gasp, overwhelmed by the shockwave. Then it repeats again. 

No, this wouldn’t be happening if you were dead. You don’t think anything would be—

Another two beats. You feel especially dizzy, on top of the vertigo from having no sense of space or direction. 

Maybe something really did eat you alive, and now you’re in its stomach listening to its slow, colossal heartb—

Another two beats. You lose your train of thought again from the deep aching pain in your head that drowns out everything else. 

It sounds like it’s coming from outside of you, all around you, and within your head all at the same time. Your head feels too—

Another two beats. You think your brain might be melting. 

All you can hope to do is wait out the thing that might as well be hitting your head like a drum. Either it will stop or you will stop; this can’t go on forever. No, you can’t go on forever. 

The smoke starts to clear. Or something like that, you guess? It’s difficult to tell, but you think you can see a flash of purple with every head-splitting thump. It’s as if the black hole blanket covering all your senses changes color, or maybe like you’re seeing a flashing light through a thick, inky membrane. 

No, it’s coming and going in waves. The light swells before each beat and dims in the space between.  Or is it the reverse, swelling between the beats as if the noise scatters it away?

It doesn’t matter. You think it’s getting closer. 

It starts off like a welcoming, warm glow, like soft moonlight on your skin. You didn’t realize how cold you felt until each thundering beat brought the momentary warmth of the purple light, like a comfort to counteract the terrible heartbeats. You welcome it, so it comes ever closer and closer, soon washing over you like a warm bath. 

Then like a splash of boiling water. 

Then like licking flames. 

You are reminded of the urban legend of the frog boiled alive on the stove, except you, unlike the frog, never had the choice to leap from the pot at all. 

The light is reaching for you, grasping at the inside of your skull with long thin fingers made of molten metal. You think something might be reaching back. Something that is alive inside your head. 

Then it stops. 

You are flung awake, gasping for breath, like someone has just lifted you out of a pool of water. No, more like a pit of tar. 

You look down at your hands. No burns, no light, no—

Two beats resonate through you. You whimper quietly, sensing a mounting headache from the tension in your head. 

… Wait, where are you?

You look up. The room is barely lit, but you have no trouble seeing two figures in front of you. One is currently held by the neck against the wall, trying to kick and squirm away. He has four arms, carnival paint, several shiny dangly things on his horns, and is begging to be spared. His pleas are ignored. 

The troll holding him, however, is unlike anyone else you’ve ever seen. He is terrifyingly tall, built, and covered in glowing lime green tattoos, but you feel much more in awe than fear as he seems to have come to your aid. Bright flashes of electricity crackle around him and the bladed staff he’s holding in his other hand. 

You’re so caught up in watching him strangle this poor clown that you could have knocked right off the bed you’re sat on with how intensely you flinch when the door slams open. 

You hear the soft ring of jingle bells. 

Your chest tightens and your breath catches in your throat. Your own heart skips a beat, but the one in your brain beats instead. 

The lime green tattooed troll whips around and releases the clown’s neck, who immediately backs into a corner and merely watches. Kind of like you, you think. 

Another clown storms into the room. They are immediately pinned to the wall with a blade pressed at their throat. There’s a thick black smoke seeping out from under the empty-eyed mask they wore, which seemed to be… Trying to grab the other guy? You’re not sure, because regardless of what the smoke was doing, the light coming from his tattoos was easily keeping it at bay, burning up all the shadows. 

You think the tattooed troll is talking to this new clown. You can’t tell over the ringing in your ears from the loud beating that is still bouncing around the inside of your head. The words don’t sound real anyways, so you try to just shut out as much as you can and cope with just what you can’t get rid of— the echoing heartbeat that seems to just be a part of the contents of your skull cavity now. 

It feels like there’s a terrible little creature that has decided to take up residence on top of your brain and each beat of its terrible little heart is so far within your own head that you couldn’t ever hope block it out no matter how hard you tried. 

You try to pace your breathing, slow and even, to soothe your racing heart and loosen the tightness through your whole body. When you exhale, a heavy black smoke falls from your lips, not too different from the same stuff coming out from underneath the mask of the clown your savior has pinned to the wall. That makes the panic worse.

It feels like years that the two stand there. Your gaze flicks between them and the first clown, but to your relief he doesn’t seem to want to put you back in whatever nightmarish abyss you were in before. 

He finally backs off after you think you’ve spent an eternity just sitting there all coiled up like a tense spring. He walks to you, and both clowns watch. He offers a hand and you just stare at him for a moment, so overwhelmed by everything happening to you that it doesn’t register what he’s offering for a couple moments. 

“Fuck, what did you do to the poor thing? Lobotomize him?” He twists to look at the first clown for a second, but quickly turns back.

“C’mon. We’re leaving.” This time, more insistent. You finally reach out and grab his hand, but flinch away for a moment. You weren’t expecting a static shock. 

“There we go! Let’s get you home. Krygen, right?”

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sunne sexyman poll round 1 pt 1/8