#Kerros Stuff

[celestialtrolls]

Just a regular guy who drives fast, gate crashes concerts and hears the never-ending whispers of the elder gods

How much attention does Kerros pay to them? Hm. Well, maybe he can't hear them over the music.

[comms]

[celestialtrolls-moved]

I started making these style icons back in 2020 and now I've started again to use them for icons and whatnot

This is the same style I'm drawing other people's characters in for my quadpage but i finally got a neat set of 12 of my own trolls so I'm posting them now

are these all really trolls though? ...hm...

[sipelius]

Tässä siis erinäisiä sanoja, joita voidaan käyttää englannin sanojen stuff ja junk käännöksinä. Jos haluat niin kerro vaikka tägeissä, mitä sanaa käytät ja mistä päin olet kotoisin.

[mysteriesmuse]

Class 1-A reacts to a reader with a quirk like H2O Mermaids ~ Girls Editions!

Your quirk allows you to waterbend, but at the cost of transforming into a mermaid everytime you touch water. And the full moon has you going all mermaid stir crazy. Part 1

Part 2

————— Ashido Mina absolutely adores you!! She loves your quirk and she loves taking selfies of the girl squad with you as a mermaid! Definitely yells at Bakugou for calling you Fish Face all the time, but that’s okay because she retaliates against him and calls you Sea Queen. And you call her Alien Queen right back! You and her are an absolute menace at the mall! You two love shopping and both share the need for having an excessive amount of super strong lotions, moisturizers, and conditioners bc of your quirks. Therefore routine shopping trips and hair and skin care recommendations are frequent hallmarks of your relationship. And, you two love to test out different smelling products so there’s always a huge whiff of whatever new scent y’all are trying trailing behind in the room. Mina also loves the way you glide through water, so now she’s taken up trying to do some synchronized swimming moves in the pool with you! I mean it’s really like dancing in the water? plus she thinks it’s fun and is definitely inviting you to come join her for some above water dance lessons. Oh yes she’s seen you grooving on karaoke nights and things you’d be the perfect dancing buddy to match her skills!

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Tsuyu Asui likes being in the water and has a lot of training done in the pool and water recreation areas around campus, so the two of you have slowly become friends in your water based training. thus, you quickly picked up on her habit of saying “Kerro.” And you quickly developed the habit of saying “Blub.” unfortunately Asui loves rainy days and you just can’t make it out the door bc it’s too much effort to constantly use your quirk to move water around yourself. She understands and hopes you have some of your own rainy day fun tho! She does have a collection and abundance of stinkin’ adorable raincoats and rain boots bc it’s really wet where she’s from! And she is always more than happy to share some with you, even if you don’t go out in the rain that much yet. She’s also got the most gorgeous hair and you’ve expressed your desire to grow yours out like hers so that you can put your hair back all cute like she does! And it’ll be nice and out of your face if it’s braided underwater! You frequently sit behind her in the 1-A girls late-night braid train and compliment her on it. She likes teaching you all sorts of hairdos and stuff! she just thinks you’re really nice and hopes that you become better friends while training in the pool this semester! Kerro.

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Ochako Uraraka was a little bit jealous of you at first bc Deku took such a huge interest in your quirk!! But now that you’re friends she’s not so jealous anymore. Plus you’re too busy trying to talk her up and be a wingwoman for her anyway! she adores watching cheesy rom-coms with you. You two both frequently make the dorm rewatch Titanic or The Notebook and tissues are always passed around. and yes, someone’s always shouting out the diving scores 👀

the two of you also share a love for sweets and have seen been banned on getting the groceries alone together. All you come back with is sweets, sweets, sweets! However, that hasn’t stopped you two from scouting out the best boba in Japan! It’s your life’s mission to find the best place and you two have a running blog and score tally. Your most frequent guest stars on this blog and in your boba endeavors are resident rich kids Shoto and Momo who both light up like the arcade everytime they put the straw in their mouths! it’s, obviously, incredibly cute and y’all never decline their company on your boba runs . . .

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Momo Yaoyurozu and you share the same problem: being regularly targeted by little grape boy, Mineta. Her costume is pretty skimpy on the coverage and unfortunately your transformation doesn’t leave much covered as it’s just shells and some scales, which somehow makes the mermaid nip slip impossible. you two immediately bond over your hatred for this purple creature and the sexualization of women in the hero industry. Aside from your feminist connection the two of you share a couple of common interests such as boba, board games, candles, food, the Olympics, and her secret interest in fantasy romance and detective novels! Which are two completely different genres, but she loves both anyway! y’all love going out to a park bench together on a sunny day and bringing out the books you stashed away in your tote bags. You two are also frequently seen dashing over to each others dorms after classes to discuss any new plot developments in your current books! The two of you will sit for hours entertained by chattering and theorizing away alone!

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Kyota Jirou used to like to try and hide her fangirl, but she let it slip once and now you all see right through her! She’s interested in the coolest bands and loves sending out new singles and album drops in the classes group chat

you always give her recommendations a listen (bc she’s got incredible taste!) and always ask her about any bands you like that she introduced you too. now she’s got someone to wait for album drops with.

she’s also noticed your habit of carrying a water bottle around everywhere. You’re super into hydration, and she’s started picking up extra stickers from concerts for you to decorate your bottle with and now you have matching band stickers on your water bottle and her guitar case! Although you’re running out of sticker room. Hmm, she might get you another bottle for your birthday! And, having the incredible hearing that she does, she has taken it upon herself to try and inform you of when it’s raining before you make it outside. She’s heard you say goodbye and run to try and catch you, only to hear a loud thump right outside the front door. She also always knows when you’ve accidentally gotten wet throughout the day bc she can hear the painful thud and flop from all the way across the school. she’ll regularly fetch the wheelchair and kirishima and rush to your aid!

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Toru Hagakure can’t believe how pretty you are as a mermaid and as a regular human. Ahhh, sometimes she just wants to be seen!! She’s kinda insecure about her appearance even tho she’s invisible. She’s got the biggest crush on Oijirou and is worried he doesn’t feel the same. Don’t worry, Fish Cakes is on the case! You’ve been vying for the time to set them up on the perfect date! Rom-coms aren’t just for enjoyment! They’re for research too people! Aside from that, Hagakure is super into fashion! She likes to dress up bc she can shine through her excellent fashion taste! She’s got a sewing machine in her dorm room and has been working on some dress designs for UAs formal. You’ve begged her to help repair a couple missing buttons and hem your skirts, but upon your curiosity she’s now decided to teach you how to do it yourself. Also in her dorm is a huge collection of plushies!! She’s got dozens of teddies and marshmallow-y creatures piled on her bed.

She definitely encouraged you and the rest of the girls not to be ashamed about having them in the dorms. Furthermore, her dorm houses the “Nightmare Bear” which is a giant department store valentines bear that doubles as a beanbag during the day. she’s a heavy sleeper, so you don’t feel so bad sneaking into her room to grab it. although with her invisibility it’s hard to see if she’s fallen off the bed!! Eep!

[historias-multorum]

(( hihi ! Riley for any of your MHA muses maybe ? <3 ))

This city is so big, so confusing ; it’s even worse than the big city Riley ran away from, because she struggles to speak the language. She’s trying, and she’s learned a lot, but … the truth is, when anyone looks at her, it’s painfully clear to tell that she just DOESN’T BELONG. She’s a foreigner and her Japanese is broken at best when she speaks to people, she’s dirty without an actual home, and to top things off, something is wrong with her, physically speaking. She always thought she was Quirkless. Suddenly, though, she seems to have manifested one that has her terrified to get too close to people.

Still, when she sees someone staring at her, as she’s sitting on the bench and trying to hide in her hoodie, she looks up toward them. The only explanation she can offer is a quiet, shaky, “ … I … I think I’m lost … can you … help me …? I-I’m sorry … ”

@variantia

"Kerro?" Tsuyu tilted her head in confusion. Although her English was improving, she wasn't exactly the best at it compared to her peers. She was just out and about doing stuff in the city since she finished all her classes for the day.

"You want my... Help?" She asked. "Kerro, what's the matter?"

[charlie-queer-fighter]

Now that I have introduced myself I shall show you : MY BABIES !!! Currently I’m in my "fantastic ocs" era once again, so I’ve been redrawing all the ocs’ squads that fit within this era. Some of these ocs exist since the beginning of middle school so they really deserved a redesign :’D compared to that period I’m so much better at anatomy and more diverse so yeah it was great to draw them all again ! What triggered this desire to redraw was sorting out all my old traditional drawings and written stuff into different binders since it’s the end of high school for me :’) and finding so much art of all of them made me nostalgic so… here we are !

From left to right on the Spooky Squad we got : Spooky (All pronouns), Flandre (All pronouns), Andy (She/They), Shuri (All pronouns), Satou (He/Him) and Kerro (He/Him and sometimes other pronouns #genderfluid) ! And on the Koneko squad we got : Koneko (She/They), Angel (All pronouns), Izumi (She/Her), Ayato (He/They), Nikki (She/They) and Mikki (She/Her) ! (I’m thinking about changing some names tho) hope y’all will like them <3

[heromuses]

"Don't worry, I've got 40 hours into it I can show you how to build stuff. We can also fight monsters and go foraging too kerro." - (Tsuyu is a gamer at heart)

"Sounds like fun. How do we get started?" He always looked for chances to spend more time with his friends.

[celestialtrolls]

A Day at the Fair

[precursor]

Infiltration was not your forte, especially through these means. Your usual route was out of reach and left you no choice; no matter what you searched, what keywords you used for the database records of Suits Carnival, the information was minimal. Despite the fact that bigger subjugglator organisations were supposed to be fleet-compliant, all that was written were things that even an idiotic outsider could have found out by looking at a map, and rough estimations with no basis in reality.

So your hand had been forced, and you had gone to visit the grounds themselves. Your fleet uniform had been set aside, donning your usual garb that you took to go sailing instead, topped by an inconspicuous dark hoodie. And the pièce de la résistance: face paint. You knew that walking into a carnival without some kind of face paint was a foolish endeavour, a way to be inevitably noticed faster than you could even search for ‘Creator Ceremiré’. So, a sloppy design was drawn on your face with disgusting oily make-up, forming something resembling a skull… or maybe more of a panda. You had aimed for a skull, but the dark circles painted around your eyes just made you feel stupid instead of potentially intimidating.

But, perhaps it was enough to get you in the gates, and at that point, what did it matter? From your personal research, conducted with your own hacked satellite, Suits Carnival was a sprawling mess of tents, caravans and buildings in construction, somewhere transitioning between an army of travelling clowns and a full-fledged city. There would be plenty of places to sit out of view to instead try and figure out what your ancestor looked like, and then to observe her powers in use.

-

Approaching the carnival itself is a nerve-wracking experience. You drove most of the way, hands clamped to the steering wheel, knuckles white. As you got closer however, your typical crystal growths started to seem from your skin, bonding your hands to your car, and you had to park it somewhere further afield before you started turning it into a useless statue, transformed by anxiety.

The extended journey time did not help your nerves, but one foot goes in front of the other, and the other, and the other, feeling each step inside your ribcage, and eventually, you see the walls of the city in the distance. There’s no feeling of relief that washes over you however, the sheer scale of the task you’ve set yourself dawning on you.

You hadn’t told anyone your plan. Obviously, telling Aelynn would have been foolish; she would have intervened somehow. But you didn’t mention it to your moirail either, and you are well past the point of beginning to regret that. You’re almost certain he could have given you some advice on how to approach a hostile - no, don’t think of it that way, it will only make you feel worse - unfamiliar carnival. You were alone. If you were spotted as an intruder, no one would even know what had happened.

It’s too late to turn back. It’s too late. The gates are in view of your real eyes now, a steady stream of people coming in and out, a van driving past you and flying right through without stopping. Was there no guard, no security? You keep your expression as blank and serious as usual, a task you had perfected from hours of dealing with your superiors in the fleet, and walk straight in, past the real subjugglators, their idle chatter not even making it past your ears as your heartbeat takes the stage.

The hardest part was done, was it not? You’d technically infiltrated the city safely. It makes you want to laugh from the ridiculousness of it. What the hell were you even worried about anway? This was a huge city, of course they weren’t taking IDs at the gate. Where did you think you were again, a fleet base? A weight lifts from your chest as you walk straight down the main road through the centre of the city, figuring that you’ll be able to see almost everything from there. How hard can it be to find someone who calls herself ‘Queen of Hearts, Ceremiré Nostam’? That’s not the name of someone who knows what subtlety is.

In your premature celebration, you don’t see the pair of men that take notice of you, eyebrows furrowing as they exchange a look. It isn’t until one of them, a tall, imposing man with horns that sweep behind his head and a white club symbol on his sleeve approaches you with a stride that way exceeds the speed of someone simply going about their business that you take notice, turning barely in time as he reaches towards your head.

A yelp of alarm escapes as instead he ends up grabbing your arm and yanks you towards him. You barely keep your balance and stumble, your left arm flailing about as a useless counterweight.

“Bold for a new face to wander around.” The sentence is short, but what goes unsaid is enough to send your neurotic brain into overdrive, and while once your mind would go blank at a moment like this, instead, you can feel something, a build up of energy, heat, power, and you almost know that at any second, your arm is about to burst with crystals, and you can barely even hold yourself back and he’s staring at you and waiting and you need to say something or he’s going to kill you and that’s going to be it and his grip is so strong you can feel your hand growing cold as the blood supply goes short an-

“Take it easy Haeren, this one’s my idiot.”

You were so laser-focused on your own impending doom that it completely knocks you out of your terrified state as a sturdy hand wraps around your shoulder, pulling you slightly away from ‘Haeren’ who regards the intrusion with a dark glare. The feeling in your arm, your chest, your heart, the power that was overwhelming you simply dissipates.

“More of a red flag if anything.” But your arm is released, and you pull it close to your chest as you’re guided to the side of someone somewhat familiar.

“Kerros?!” The voice that leaves your mouth barely sounds like yours, squeaky from the fear and cracking from your rushed attempt to collect yourself, and the dog-boy glances at you with an eyebrow raised, before continuing his conversation with the club-wearing man of few words. He’s relaxed, not even batting an eyelid and giving you a slightly reassuring shake as you reel to catch up with reality.

This… wasn’t a person you expected to run into. You didn’t expect to see anyone you knew, and while saying you ‘knew’ Kerros was a stretch, you were aware of him and had seen him in passing a few times, since he was, after all, your twin sister’s moirail. One of them, anyway. But surely, there was no way Aelynn was in a quadrant with someone that was actively a subjugglator? Your mind starts reeling again, but you see Kerros glance your way as some of the more physical symptoms of your distress begin to rear their head, and he wraps up his conversation.

“Anyway Hae, been great to hear your many words of wisdom as always, I’ll sort this one out, you go back to glaring at every poor passerby, yeah?” A raise of the hand in goodbye - a gesture that is not returned - and he turns away, pivoting you towards a sideroad. “Come on you.”

-

It’s not until you’ve turned a few corners that he speaks again, his calm face slowly turning a little tired, worn. “Funny seeing you at the Devil’s sacrament.” His tone is very clearly sardonic, but seeing him drop his act makes you feel a little bit better, no false pretences remaining. “We’re both dead if Aelynn hears about this, y'know?”

You stare at him a few moments longer, before you turn your head to look forward, taking a slight step away to lose his hand on your shoulder. He lets go without resistance, his hand dropping back into his pocket, but he watches you as you try and get your composure back, your expression slowly returning from wide-eyed panic to your usual facade. “Should you be here?” The only sentence you manage to form, and it’s accusatory at best. You would bite your tongue, if that wasn’t an exceptionally foolish idea.

“Should I be here? I live here. Don’t tell her that, or else I’ll drop you right in it with me.” He smiles, but you know well enough that it’s likely a real threat. “I’m taking you back to my place now, you can’t wander around like…”

He regards you with the expression of an artist examining a stain on a canvas, grimacing momentarily before averting his gaze back to the road ahead. “Like whatever the hell you’ve decided to do. You didn’t do your research before coming here, did you? And I mean real research, not begging the fleet to hand you the information on a silver platter.” He finishes his sentence before you can interject, and your face goes warm at the way he just so blatantly calls you out. Aelynn definitely complains to him about you, you can tell. “I thought you were the one with the brain cell, but you’re not so different.”

You don’t know how insulted you should be at that, but before you can come up with a reasonable protest, you’re crossing a driveway towards a small wooden house, something that looks like it might have once been on wheels, but been settled into the ground. Kerros pulls out a clump of keys from his pocket and opens the door, gesturing for you to enter first. Probably because he thinks you might make a run for it, and honestly, it’s not a terribly incorrect assumption to have. You’re not not considering it. But this is truly a hostile city, and you’re not sure you would make it out again.

No choice but to accept your fate, and you walk inside.

-

[celestialtrolls]

Showtime

[Prelude] [Part 1]

The past couple of days had been a rollercoaster of anxiety, keeping out of the line of sight of windows, and a very fast masterclass in Suits Carnival from Kerros, who of which kept avoiding your questions about whether he was still a part of the organisation that Aelynn loathed so much.

Your dreams are full of purple, with glowing crystals and growing darkness, influenced by what you’ve seen of the carnival only a few steps outside the safe walls of Kerro’s small house. You wonder whether even the higher-echelons within the fleet know even half the extent of what goes on here. Dread has come to sit in every crevice of your thoughts, and your sister's moirail has given up trying to calm you.

Your phone informs you that it's the 13th as you blearily try to rouse yourself out of bed. Today's your final day here. It's the day of The Show. Your chance to look around, observe your ancestor, and then run without ever looking back.

Or you could just run. Just get out, escape before anyone even has a chance to see you. But no. You can't, you can't. What would have been the point of coming all this way? Despite how far your vision reaches, you haven't seen even a hair of the Queen of Hearts. You're surrounded by her fortifications, but the hours you've spent trying to analyse the structure of her creations have taught you nothing.

If you leave without learning a single thing, you're going to-

You don't finish that thought.

"Renn, you ready to face the outside again?" Kerros knocks on his bedroom door - having leant it to you for the duration of your stay - opening it after a moment to stare at you with a tired expression. "They're gonna start letting outside folks in inna couple of hours, you got your shit togeth- like, your belongings... together?"

You raise your head from your phone screen, which you had just been staring at without even paying attention, the photo of your boat docked at the harbour disappearing as you clicked to lock it. The outside world was still there, unchanged, despite your stay here. You'll come to see what you can, and then leave. It's that straightforward.

"Yeah, remind me of the important stuff again one more time?"

You hadn't forgotten, but you found some reassurance in having the instruction fresh in your memory.

"Fuck's sake man." His tone is incredulous, but he indulges you regardless. "Don't mention fleet, don't mention other carnivals. If anyone asks, you have no affiliations. You're just a city boy, you don't know shit about no messiahs or grand purpose. Don't mention Aelynn. Someone says you look like her, you say you've never heard of her in your life. Don't approach the Creator. Especially don't talk to her. Even if she talks to you, just don't... don't open your mouth. Nod at the most, but avoid even that if you can. And don't attend the show. Don't go into any of the buildings."

"Okay."

"And try not to look anyone in the eyes. That's just sensible practice around these subjug fucks though, you should already know that. Centre of the forehead."

"Yeah."

"Don't. Mention. Aelynn."

"Wh-? You already-"

"I mean it. The second someone clocks that you're her brother, I can't tell you what might happen, but it's nothing good."

The seriousness in his expression sends a shiver down your spine, adding to the fear already freezing you.

"Yeah. I get it."

He shoots you a look before he exits the doorway back into the rest of the house, leaving it open as you pull your hoodie over your head and fix your eyepatch in place over the glowing mark in your iris. No paint. No symbol. You're just a perfectly generic purpleblood, visiting a carnival that you saw a poster for a while ago just out of sheer curiosity. Kerros leaves his hive before you, and you're left with the sound of your own thoughts. You glance at your phone one more time, wondering whether the sound of your moirail's voice would calm you... but you reconsider quickly, burying it back into your pocket. His potential fretting over you might make you feel worse.

In the distance, you hear a garbled shouting over a tinny loudspeaker, followed by the popping sound of fireworks. And so it begins.

-

The air is full of lights - quite literally, red hearts floating and swirling around above everyone's heads like fireflies, disappearing when someone's hand reaches up to capture some, only to reappear moments later. Music flows from every building along the main road, not loud enough to deafen, but enough that the shouts and shrill voices of the crowd are muted in comparison. Stalls fill the spaces between each tent and building, selling everything and providing the widest array of food smells, enough to overwhelm even the dullest of senses. Meats and candy, traditional stews and fruits doused in enough sugar to nullify anything healthy about it, huge punch bowls in a variety of suspicious colours, watered down beer in plastic cups, and everything and anything else that someone with a bit too much free time could imagine. The heart theme sticks though, whether that's the shape of the food or the fliers in the air, the balloons that are tied to younger trolls wrists as they dive through the crowd - red is almost, if not more prevalent than purple.

You might be stupid.

It's overwhelming, and you can see all of that all at once, a mile or more around from where-ever you stand on the main road, with no way to shut your eyes or any of your other senses from the chaos. It takes everything you have to try and get your legs to autopilot you towards the centre of the city. Trolls of almost all castes surround you, walking every which way. There's no system in place, and people mill about without purpose from shop to stall, from building to amusement.

If you weren't busy with the sensory assault, you might be shocked that so many non-purples were in attendance. But if this was a regular thing, you suppose they had a reputation for just being a fun night out? Kerros never revealed to you what The Show was, but if there were repeat visitors, surely it wasn't something too sinister.

The migraine starts forming faster than you hope, and your head is throbbing with pain by the time that you finally reach the town centre, the base of the huge tent - a building that externally looked like a typical, although unrealistically large, big-top circus tent - but you could see inside, the centre stage and it's seats, the corridors leading around to different zones, an absolute maze of a building.

It's empty however, though a line has already started forming at the entrance.

It's empty, apart from one thing, that at first, you didn't even recognise as a person. It looked more like the shell of a statue, a wireframe with a strange flesh amalgamation ins- Were those meant to be someone's organs?

The blood drains from your face as you truly start to understand what you're seeing.

You try to focus your attention elsewhere, but the infallible power of the vision you were granted provides you no mercy.

You might be stupid.

Your feet feel like they've become cement, an anchor to the ground that you can’t free by will alone. You have no time to panic, and it is an unpleasant but not necessarily unwelcome experience as a hefty blueblood knocks your shoulder as they push past you, sending you off balance and freeing your legs of their psychologically induced prison. You take advantage of the adrenaline and, while trying to keep your stomach still, you begin a march back towards the exit of the Suits Carnival.

You've seen enough. What were you even thinking? Someone who can create anything, who defied death itself to return after 600 sweeps? That's not someone you can understand.

You pause by a small colourful stall while you wait for people to move out of your path, and a voice brings you out of your thoughts.

"Oi, you seen a ghost boy? Looks like a drinker's used you as a juice box."

You turn your head to look at the speaker, a painted girl who looks younger than you, with odd mismatched pupils and white streaks through her fringe. She gives you a smile, and picks up a handful of boiled lemon candies to hold out for you.

"Oh, sorry I'm not bu-"

"Take them! You look like you're going to motherfucking collapse, and if you're gonna do that then you better do it away from my shop!"

Despite her crude wording, her tone is friendly, and you reach out to accept them, unwrapping one quickly to pop in your mouth. The sharp sour flavour shocks you a little, and pulls your mind to where you're standing.

"Thank you."

"You needed it! Your first show?" You nod. "You gotta come to one of the quieter ones first! Hearts always goes too hard, shit's craaazy!" No one else is coming up to the counter, and the crowd is still swarming behind you. "Only happens once a sweep though, can't be too mad! Queen's gotta flex on all us other suits, just how it is! Clubs’ is more fun though! I’ve only been here a couple of-"

You're content to let her monologue continue, the sour lemon flavour slowly fading to nothing as you nod along, taking the worst of the fear you were experiencing with it.

"Well, you look like you're feeling better, get your motherfucking ass back out there, make the most of it, alright? Oh-"

You're so fucking stupid.

The empty space beside you is filled as a small woman in a wide dress almost seems to materialise out of the crowd and steps forward. The friendly expression of the girl quickly changes to an anxious grin, her hands moving to grip the counter like a vice as if that was the only thing keeping her standing.

You can't make out the words the elder highblood says to the stall keeper. All you can hear is your heartbeat in your skull as you turn your head slightly to look at her with your uncovered eye.

Constantly, things are forming inside the shell that makes up her skin. You can see tiny crystals forming and then dissipating back into dust which flows like a liquid as she moves, like a constant purple kaleidoscope.

It's horrifying.

This is what you wanted?

"Ah, were you talking? Well Asteya, tell him to find me if you see him, yes? And you,"

Creator Ceremiré finally turns her head to look at you, dark purple eyes with glowing lilac rings meeting yours, and it takes everything to suppress every reaction you could have as her mouth forms a grin.

"Come and enjoy the Show, won't you?"

It is more of a threat than an invitation, not from the tone of her voice, not from any part of her non-existent body language, but you simply know it is. Years of fleet training and instinct manages to force a nod out of you regardless. You've never understood Aelynn's explanations about your ancestor better than now.

She disappears as suddenly as she appeared, seemingly content with the reaction, and before the girl behind the stall can turn her attention back to you, before your ancestor can realise that you have a familiar face, before anything else happens, you have already burst into a sprint, disappearing into the crowd.

[celestialtrolls]

hmm... swap Kerros with the Nostam twins? Or just Aelynn if you only wanna do one... I would have said Rennra but swapping Aelynn's true universe quad into her bloodline without swapping her out of it feels weird JAHDKBFKSJbfn

I GOT REALLY REALLY INTO THIS ONE ACTUALLY

KERROS DOESN'T REALLY ACTIVELY PURSUE HIS HORRORTERROR STUFF IN CANON SO GETTING IT THROUGH THE TWINS INSTEAD IS MWAH

I could have kept writing more details for a long time for this one

[celestialtrolls]

since i'm in kerros brain mode i went and hunted down the old doodles i made of kerros and aelynn when she first became a ghoul to put them all together

[celestialtrolls]

[celestialtrolls]

Drawings to accompany the drabble :]

Rennra and Kerros having a very normal day where they shouldn't be!

Photo backgrounds are from a welsh high street that was in the news I just turned them purple

[celestialtrolls]

kerros how do you deal with aelynn?

"Hm."

"Y'know, if you keep her on a short enough leash, she's not that unpredictable. She trusts others' judgement more than her own, so long as she don't have anyone else giving her evil ideas in secret, she's very easy to 'deal with'."

"I've never had any problems. Skill issue."

[celestialtrolls]

🌵 kerros hows the carnival life? Having a blast? :3

You see a boy, hair messy, tangled and covering his eyes, sitting in a caravan with a few other subjugglators, mostly older - but there are a couple around his own age. They all have some kind of heart motif on their clothes or paint.

They're sitting in a circle, quietly murmuring amongst themselves, but at the question, Kerros flinches, whipping his head around. You've just caught him in the middle of using a biro pen to draw eyes all over his arms.

It's a long moment before he registers what he's seeing through the thick hair and the purple glow reflecting right back into his eyes, but once he does, he swallows his frown, before pulling a tense smile.

"Haha, 'course! Well, I mean, not right now."

A much older purple wearing a mask puts one hand on his shoulder, and one finger to their own painted lips.

"Sorry, Ringleader's in a real bad mood, we're stayin' in here so he can't take it out on us. Can't be too loud, yeah?"

He whispers now, and the other troll returns their hands to their lap.

"It's great most of the time, we fuck around a bit. Huge carnival, always travelling, heads to pop, what's not to like? Can't wait until this is over with. Wish I was Spades, Hearts always get the flak."

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Kerros was the 4 of Hearts?

"Yeah? Not really a secret."

"I had pretty strong voodoos 'fore I burnt them out, so Solitaire assigned me to Hearts back then."

"Unless you're askin' about the past tense. This may surprise you, but runnin' off from the carnival isn't exactly a winning strat for keeping titles."

"Only Aces get that."