Theseus is very attuned to the sea! He can tell when waters might be uninviting and he has a certain connection with all the sea life. His favorite being Sia (the turtle), his best friend.
Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious
Likes spicy food. Can and will eat copious amounts of it. Him and Durango tend to have competitions for who can eat the most. Itās always Theseus.
Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends
When he was little, he and his uncle Zeus spent a lot of time together. Unfortunately as the family bonds broke and his dadās own ambitions began to turn darker he was refused the ability to see him.
Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.
Canāt swim. Or, well, canāt swim well. Can do a mean doggy paddle! But mostly? He has a hard time with swimming. Ironic, when your dad is God of the Sea.
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random idea: Quinn and Durango finding out they both like puns, which inevitably leads to a pun war (and at least one person being very confused/annoyed by said pun war)
The grass is short and dry, nearly crisp enough to crunch undertheir feet. An occasional stray cloud and a few distant hawks are dottedthroughout the bleached out blue of the sky.
The birds don't circle, diving out of sight after severalminutes of effortless gliding.
The grass is as deadly still as the air, springing into motiononly when a mouse or rabbit decides to dart across the endless stretch ofground, from one patch of yellow greenery to another, waiting for cloud coverand cooler weather that won't come for several more hours.
It's not a desert or one of the outright dry grasslands, butit's on its way there.
(It is, unfortunately, the exact opposite of any mushroom biome,which are used to the apparent calm but also have the promise of life, of watersomewhere or everywhere, which donāt have rolling fields to worry about andinstead have murky bogs and swamps.
It goes without saying that Mo's feeling more than a littlehomesick.)
For the most part, though, even that much motion is rare, andthey've just got the dying promises of a breeze that'll never properly startand the relentless sunlight to entertain them.
It's a good thing Mo's cap protects them from so much shade,protects their eyes from directly having to deal with the onslaught of lightand heat, or they'd probably be feeling as energy-sapped as the others look.
(That might have something to do with how early they all got up,though.)
They don't have a mapā they did,at one point, but Kate had lost it during an encounter with a river nymph.
(It's best left at that.
Kate's still not great at dealing with guilt, or any otheremotion, and she gets horribly flustered every time it comes up.)
It works out alright anyway, because they've all done their bitof hero work for the week, came out of the entire mess more or less as theyentered, and they're not travelling with a specific purpose at the moment. Astired as they might all feel and look, they have all the supplies they need.There's no doubt in anyone's mind that they're setting up camp early today, theweather nice enough and their goals the right amount of vague and aimless tojustify a break to soak it all in and relax.
All they're waiting for is the right area, somewhere slightlymore protected than the rolling stretches of barren plains.
They've been able to see the distant forest for hours, linkedbranches and towering trunks promising shade as well as a few monsters to maybeknock around, creeping more and more into view the longer they travel, andthey're lucky that they reach it before the sun hits its peak.
Still, it's more luck than most of them are used to, and Quinn'sthe one who goes in first, sword raised and Theseus and Durango following closebehind.
Then they're almost immediately telling the others to followthem, because they have to see this.
And they do.
It's wonderfully shaded, for one thing, and Mo's eyes adjust thefastest. They're glad they do.
Their planned camping ground isn't the usual forest, and it's arare moment when encountering the strange and unusual benefits them. The treesmore or less create a comfortable but large ring around a clearing filled withpatches of different flowers and bees buzzing overhead. There's a slow river,too shallow for fish but a good explanation for how lush the grass is, greenestright at its banks and competing with the most colorful flowers.
"You've seen one flower forest, you've seen them all."Kate's comment is nonchalant, almost bored as she shrugs, but it doesn't hidehow wide her eyes are, sunglasses having slipped slightly down her nose.
And of all of them, she and Zed are the only one who've everseen one. Most of them had been to and seen other biomes, if only briefly,before being plucked from their homes, but not one as rare as this. Theseus,who spent most of his life on islands without a single flower forest, looks nearlyready to throw down his pack right now and start sketching every detail.
Mo's eyes, however, are right back on the others, watching andwaiting because there's some kind of tension here and they know it.
Ā --
River and Toby are equals in how utterly trapped they feel bythe crushing sense of incoming doom.
The pause to take the view inā this vibrant mix of greenery andcolorful petals hovered over by idling fuzzballs and cut through by thesluggish winding streamā lasts only long enough for one of River's fingers totwitch while Toby winces.
When Durango opens his mouth, it's too late to retreat.
"Well, it looks bee-utiful enough."
Quinn bounces back fastest, replying almost immediately andgrinning as she does.
"If you say soā I don't get what all the buzz isabout."
The others groan, as is expected when it comes to poor jokes andwordplay, but they don't get it. They don't comprehend what horribly bad newsthis is. Not yet.
(In all their talking on the pillars to pass the time, it hadn'tcome up that Durango, cocky as he already normally is, could be insufferablyproud of his puns, or that Quinn has a seeming inability to not share the onesthat pop into her head at random, which are of course all terrible. Durango'sweren't, and aren't, any better. Quinn and Durango, in all their time workingwith Kate and Zed and all their time talking and bickering with each other, hadlikewise somehow missed bringing it up or displaying their natural, painfultalents.)
Toby and River glance at each other.
It's a look of immediate kinship, of "ah, yes, youā youknow the hell I've been through, you have suffered as I have." But theycan't escape the recognition that comes with it, the knowledge that theirtormentors have not only joined forces, but that they have found kinship ineach other as well and in their shared form of torture.
Not only are Durango and Quinn going to keep making puns,they're going to make more now.
The look River and Toby share is, at its core, one of pureterror, tinged with rising horror and built upon the stable ground ofwell-established exasperation. It's one that screams to the heavens, shriekingin a hopeless plea, begging for mercy that will never be granted. It's a lookthat clearly embodies the very spirit of "no".
Quinn and Durango, however, share their own glance, one alreadyitching with the need to compete, to conspire as well as utterly obliterateeach other. Their look replies, loudly, clearly, and gleefully, with no roomfor any argument, "yes".
--
"I always figured Quinn would be, y'know, too cool for badjokes. They don't seem her style." River traces the petal of aparticularly large red flower, touch as light as she can manage. Beside her,Toby tosses another pebble into the stream, and she does her best to not flinch at the splash or the water that hits her arm.
"And I'd hoped Durango would be too worried about hurtinghis 'tough cowboy' image."
"Guess we were both unlucky." River leans back,resting one hand on the grass as she glances over her shoulder at where Durangoand Quinn are still at it. "D'you think they hate us?"
"Not half as much as I hate them."
"Theyā they've gotta tire themselves out at some point,right?" Everyone else is busy relaxing, or napping, or exploring theclearing and watching the bees without getting too close, having given upwaiting. Slugger's on watch in case anyone screws up and manages to anger theswarm, and Mo's slouched beside her, mushroom covering their eyes but not theirsteady breathing. River's ready for a nap herself at this point, and the darkcircles under their punny tormentors' eyes are hard to miss. "Don't they?"
"Nope." Toby lays back on the grass, one foot in thewater and his eyes half lidded. He looks as tired as she feels, though there'san exaggerated bitterness she can agree with too. "They just have tooutlive the rest of us long enough."
They wait there, for a while, not saying anything and doingtheir best to not wince with every bad pun (and there are so many and they are somehow gettingworse), until Quinn makes an especially bad one about honey. Toby almostjerkily stands up, taking his foot out of the water like it's burned him, andstarts walking, half hopping as he shoves his sock and shoe back on.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to the Greek Islesā the kraken eating me would beless painful than this."
"...I think I might just join you." River stretchesher arms to the side as she stands, pushing herself up even as the rest of herbody demands she stay down and keep watching the bees. "Want to getstarted on dinner?"
Technically it should be lunch, but they've all been up sincebefore the sun rose and they had something close to two meals already, andhunger is hunger. They'll make food and they'll enjoy it, no matter what itshould or shouldn't technically be called.
"I don't see why not. It'll serve them right if they missout because they're too busy being totaldorks."
His voice gets loudest at the end, glaring over his shoulder atDurango and Quinn to make sure they know exactly who he's talking about.
Durango doesn't bother responding to it in any way, too busymaking rapid-fire puns, and Quinn's gaze doesn't shift even as she makes an...interesting hand gesture in Toby's general directionā he just laughs, rollshis eyes, and keeps walking.
It's not the same team relationship she and Durango had, or eventhe same friendship they've got now, but River's glad Quinn and Toby aren'tserious with their bickering.
The supplies are hastily scattered, anything not currently beingused as a pillow left in a bit of a disheveled circle of their own, but it'seasy enough to get the cauldron set up and to start sifting through theingredients they have. In the meantime, they keep chatting, with each other andquietly with Theseus.
(It was, it turns out, a lie to say that everyone had given upwaiting.
While Rudi and Sacha are, like almost everyone, sleeping, they'veapparently set up a betting pool for who'll win the pun war. Rudi's personallyin Durango's camp while Sacha's own vote is for Quinn, but Theseus doesn'tmention what anyone else has bet.)
"...personally, I don't really think there's a way to win or lose,especially not with those two." He looks almost forlorn as he keepssketching, using his knees to support the journal and keep it upright."I'd join them, but most of the puns I know probably aren't funny topeople who aren't from the Greek Isles. Too much focus on legendary monsters orthe Gods."
"Believe me, we're glad. It's bad enough with just the twoof them."
Theseus lights up and River bites her tongue, knowing why andknowing itās too late to try and save the situation.
"That one wasn't half bad!"
Toby's brow furrows for half a moment and relaxes just asbriefly, eyes narrowing as he frowns.
'Bee-lieve'.
"I'm going to drown myself in the river."
"Nah, come on." River grabs Toby's shoulder as hebegins to turn and gently tugs him back, giggling. He's pouting, but he doesn'ttry to get up again. "I still need your help with cooking."
"Anyone else could help."
"Yeah, but this way we can keep each other busy, make somenice stew for when everybody's awake, and I can make sure you don't go and tryto kill 'em." She passes him a few potatoes, eyeing the oddly shapedcarrot at the bottom of the pile.
"You make it sound so nice."
"...I'm glad they're enjoying themselves. I mean, I hopethey'll stop soon or that this'll keep them from making more puns later, but I'mnot expecting it and that's not the point. They're having a good time. Nomonsters, nobody to save, nothin' to run from, no squabbling... just themgoofing off."
"...I'm glad too." Toby unwraps one of their bundledknives, blade slicing through the bumpy and ruddy potato skin. "I stillwant to throw myself in the stream. I reallywant to throw Quinn in the stream, but there's no way I can do that."
She'd just yank his arm and flip him backwards.Ā
River tries not to laugh or chuckle, but Toby's pout lets her knowshe's failing; she doubts he can really blame her, not when the mental image isso funny.
She pats his shoulder before she starts cutting the carrot intomore typical carrot slice shapes, dropping them one by one into the pot. Funnyor not, she can understand where heās coming from, helped as it all might be bythe exhaustion settling in all their bones and the hunger beginning to gnaw atthe back of their minds.
"If you figure out a way, let me know. I'll have to try itwith Durango."
Toby's eyebrow quirks as his gaze turns calculating, the shrewdlook not quite completed by the small smile he can't hide.
"Is that a mean streak?"
"It's a fed-up-with-puns streak." Still, River'sfingers fiddle with the inedible top of the carrot for several moments beforeshe sets it and the knife aside, hands clasped in her lap as she glances away."You're right, I wouldn't do it. Not really. I'd worry too much abouthurting him, but I don't think I ever could."
River waits, for a moment, waits to see if heāll joke about her beingtoo gentle or too much of a worrywart, but if Toby thinks about it, he doesnātshow it.
"...I don't want to hurt Quinn either, and the river's tooshallow to really throw anybody into it." Toby tosses his now-peeled andchopped potato into the cauldron before starting the process again, barelyavoiding nicking one of his fingers as he does. "We'll just go and splashthem after we're done cooking."
The mat Theseus is sitting on shifts on the grass as hestretches, pencil still gripped in one hand as he grins at them, dipping backinto the conversation as quickly as he'd left it.
"That sounds like fun. Justā please try to leave my artout of it."
River and Toby share another glance, this one far lessexasperated or terrified, and River's excitement wins first.
"You could help!"
Theseus tilts his head, closing his journal as he does.
"I'm still the son of somebody who was seen as the god of the ocean and I spent most of my life completelysurrounded by water. Seems a little unfair, don't you think?"
Another sliced up potato gets tossed into the pot as Tobysnorts.
"It's hardly the sea." The river is long, likelystretching out of the forest and across many empty plains like the ones theyhad to cross, but it isn't terrifyingly deep like the ocean, dark blue with thepromise of untold horrors, and it's hardly as vast, only wide enough for aperson to lie in. (Even a person who canāt swim can stand comfortably in thestream, content in knowing the water's too gentle to be any trouble if they fall.)
Theseus hums and tilts his head again, but his smile isn'tenough of an answer. River pushes the subject again, gently.
"You don't have to, but we'd sure enjoy it if youwould."
Theseus's smile grows, and she realizes his smile was an answer. He wasn't consideringsaying yes; he was putting his strategizing to good use and was working out hisbattle plan. Theseus might not be the leader of their group, but he's awonderful fighter and an excellent tactician.
"Alright, we'll have them outnumbered."
Thereās no doubt in her mind that the others will join inā and alittle horsing around before dinner sounds perfect.
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for the headcanon meme, Quinn or Kate? Maybe River? sorry if that's overwhelming
Send a characterās name to receive four different headcanons
Quinn
Headcanon A: Ā realistic
Sheās much, much better with animals than people, thanks to her single-player experience.
Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious
Loves awful puns, as her friends come to discover. Toby has been suffering with them for the longest on account of being her teammate- while theyād met several times before and heād seen her around his home town, the interactions were never long enough to learn about this particular guilty pleasure of hers. He thinks he wouldāve been fine never learning it.
Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends
Quinn has the most trouble getting used to seeing people and knowing theyāre not shambling monsters, and not going with her gut to attack them, when first switching out of single-player, but sheās nearly as bad when sheās groggy and just waking up. It takes a while to really adjust and not think immediately about stabbing the other vaguely person shaped creature in the room, which is a problem given how theyāre all usually gathered around a fire or otherwise sharing the same large shelter room and which is part of why Quinn takes the night shift so often.
Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.
Sheās not necessarily cut out for the leader thing but ends up forced into the role more often than not.
Kate
Headcanon A: Ā realistic
Kate is still the most likely to break the fourth wall, even if that mostly means glancing at the audience or making similar faces/gestures when the others arenāt looking.
Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious
Sheāll sell your soul for one tortilla chip.
Really, though, sheās pretty flippant about most of the othersā (not Zedās) safety a lot because sheās so used to having the power of the command block to rely on- at least, until she realizes she has no way of abusing that kind of power anymore, even if itās to save her friends.
Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends
Zed was her best friend before he died, from when they were just kids- Kateās just one of the many things that helped ground him, and she was there for those first few days/weeks where Zed got to adjust with a lot of new monster urges and weaknesses, like eating raw flesh and burning in sunlight.
Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.
While Kate adores audience attention, sheās also an entertainer at heart, and part of why she was so frustrated with Quinn not playing along at first was because Quinn was the least amused/invested in her challenges, along with Quinn also being a troublesome star for the show from Kateās point of view.
River
Headcanon A: Ā realistic
River canāt swim. She can doggie paddle, kind of, but sheās never had to really do it in practice before and she was terrified of having to try when it came to the kraken in season 2.
Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious
Sheās soft-spoken and kindhearted, but she also very much does have a limit when it comes to putting up with poor treatment- more so when it comes to standing up for others instead of herself, but she does have a limit- and sheās underestimated a lot, so that helps her cleverly fight back in a lot of ways. Sheāll also fight for somebody else, physically, if she has to, though itās certainly not her first option.
Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends
River loves helping people, but their previous and more recent adventures do weigh a lot on her and there are a lot of nights where she has all kinds of nightmares, whether theyāre caused by creatures the group has fought or seen, or incidents where she or someone else was or almost was horribly injured, or fears that her friends donāt think sheās helpful or useful, or whether theyāre caused by something as mundane but painful as homesickness.
Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.
She might be looked down on by some for her job, given that her skills lay in decorating and knowing which colors and which items go great together,Ā but her job involves a lot of practical work too, like gardening for flowers and dyes and shearing sheep. Given where she lives and her family, sheās got a lot of experience with herding and caring for livestock.
Have you ever thought about writing for a (I don't know if there's more than one) COTSI/MOTGI hybrid AU? Do you have any ideas/headcanons specific to a COTSI/MOTGI hybrid AU?
There isĀ a costi/motgi hybrid AU by warning-heckmouth, so you might note some (a lot of) similarity between that one and what ideas/headcanons I write here! I have considered writing for it before, but nobodyās requested it before and I donāt know how much interest there would be in a hybrid AU fic for costi/motgi.
Given recent additions and variants, I imagine Mo is probably a normal mooshroom hybrid while Slugger is a cluckshroom hybrid. Calling Slugger a chicken is punishable under threat of some very solid punches.
Quinn, as a human, is unused to people as it is. She knows even less about hybrids due to her self imposed isolation, and while she definitely doesnāt think of them as less than people, she also has no idea what to expect.
(Cuddle piles are one such unexpected outcome. There are so many cuddle piles once the series starts and theyāre all thrown together on the islands, because the islands are always too cold at night and most of them are invitingly furry/fluffy. Kate doesnāt exactly encourage it outside of teams, because that doesnāt help foster āhealthy competitionā, but towards the end of Season 1 theyāre all fed up with Kate as it is. If they want to cuddle, they cuddle, and it takes a while for Quinn to adjust to that and work out ways to not be uncomfortable with it. (She declines and worms her way out of them at first, but that just makes the others think sheās acting ātoo good for themā and being stuck up / aloof.))
Beyond just being a zombie, Zedās also the odd one out of their group for being the only non-mammal hybrid, aĀ āzombie snakeā (eastern hognose) hybrid. He doesnāt have to worry much about the playing dead part now that heās actually a zombie, but he still ends up resting on his back (in the shade) with his mouth open when he and Kate arenāt announcing or he isnāt busy helping Kate.
(Itās because being a zombie, even an oddly ānormalā one, means there are a lot of threats constantly lurking in the back of his mind, such as the usual threat of sunlight and the variety of shiny weapons and tools used in the challenges. Regardless of what he āknowsā regarding his safety, his reflexes/instincts donāt take chances.)
Kate is ridiculously over the top and expressive as it is- the long tail she has only helps complete the look, and sheās more than aware of how much her audience loves cats.
Kate has made the occasional joke about hunting Toby, just to scare him. She succeeds, but none of the others are very fond of these jokes.
(Kate will feed Quinn misinformation about hybrids, especially when theyāre working together in Season 2, just so she can watch the sparks fly. Quinn figures Kateās information isnāt entirely accurate, but sheās also very much in the position of āthat doesnāt sound right but I donāt know enough about hybrids to dispute it.ā)
Theseus is a hybrid while Poseidon isnāt, but Poseidon used his command blocks to hide/alter Theseusās hybrid traits. (An idea Iām shamelessly borrowing from warning-heckmouthās mcsm hybrid AU.)
When Theseus joins the group after Season 2, he stands out a bit for being a turtle hybrid. (He and Zed get along unexpectedly well due to both being reptile hybrids- Theseus can sunbathe while Zed canāt, but Theseus regularly gives Zed warmed stones instead. Heās the second person to do so, with Kate being the first.)
After everything, thereās a lot of cross-biome travelling to visit friends and just hang out, so there are new snowy and/or wintry experiences for just about everyone. Kate claims sheās seen it all, but frankly sheās never actually participated in any winter time activities with friends outside of Zed before, so thereās plenty of new experience for her there too.
Durango and River are much less used to snow, especially in comparison to Sacha and Rudi, and this may or may not be used against them in snowball fights. (What they lack in experience, however, Durango makes up for in sheer vigor and River through more sneaky tactics to get back at their friends.)
During winter it gets especially foggy at the mooshroom islands and fields, which makes for some terrifying snowball fighting but also just generally ominous snow fort building. Mo manages to sneak up on everyone three times more often and itās five times as intimidatingly sneaky.
They get to the point where thereās usually some kind of routine, usually boiling down to several snowball fights, multiple snow building contests, snow angels and other creatures, and some snow golem making before they all end up freezing and huddled around a fire in someoneās home.
Rudiās the best at making hot chocolate, but nobody can roast marshmallows like Sacha, and itās very important to be on their good sides after all the chaos in the snow.
(Slugger is a heathen who prefers tea to hot chocolate. Many mock fights ensure over which beverage is better.)
Quinn makes some really solid snow forts- they just arenāt the best looking, which is where Kateās help comes in. Theyāre quite a formidable team, together.
Speaking of Quinn, sheās only slightly more used to people than Kate, and sheās definitely not as experienced with every biome. Thereās a lot of new stuff to trip her up and to learn from, and sheās okay with that.
(The biggest fish out of water, by far, is Theseus, whoās used to some snow but not much due to the warmer weather of the Greek Isles- he never spent much time in the more mountainous ones, known for heavier winters, and he may or may not end up rather attached to candy canes once introduced to them.)
