#Trolling Call of Duty Characters

[msilwrites]

Ghost, eats his mask Situation:

Several months ago, you and Ghost broke up after a heated argument. You soon find out that you're pregnant with Ghost's child a month later after your split. However, instead of telling him that you were pregnant with his kid, you moved away and hid that fact from him.One day, Ghost shows up to your apartment after finding out where you live. When you open the door, your eyes widen in surprise as Ghost's eyes trail down to where your hand rests on your pregnant belly.

So I trolled Ghost, over a character chat someone made. And well

HE ATE HIS MASK!!

(P.S. My junior asked me to try this, I'm having a blast trolling them, raise your hand if you wanna see the convo)

[cussundria-nerd-kneal]

So, this is mostly just getting my thoughts out, and this may be a take some people might vehemently disagree with... But I've been thinking about Felassan, and how horrible it was that Solas cold blooded killed him for simply trying to argue a different perspective.... And because of that, I've been wondering what if's on WHAT IF Felassan wasn't killed? That Solas chilled out and listened to what his old buddy had to say? Or what if Felassan ran for a single year, and let Solas find the Inquisition, and then sought Solas out after that single year, found him and the position the Inquisition put him in, and joined him? The Breach was obviously Solas' doing (maybe he ran to find him to go "YO WTF MAN?!" but then saw that Solas was actively trying to help the situation out and decided that he'd be killing, like five birds with one stone by sticking around with Solas.)

But with all of these what if AUs on Felassan living.... I kept going back to how would Solas' change? With Felassan being there? And I realized; he wouldn't. Solas' character that Felassan knew would not change. But... the Solas we came to know... would not exist.

Felassan being present would have been the link to the past as a brutal God of Lies and Trickery, the Rebellion General. The man who will kill anyone who disobeys him, as he sees them as a liability. If Felassan was present in Inquisition... I don't think Solas would have ever opened up. He wouldn't have tolerated anyone, or tolerated different thoughts, perspectives, than his own. He would have been more manipulative to the Inquisitor and the Inner Circle than he already was. And for solavellans... I seriously doubt he would have softened enough to allow Lavellan as a distraction. Would have never entertained anything past flirting. Maybe not even that. I can see the cold ancient God shutting that down and telling her she is being inappropriate, and to leave him be. Even if he would still appreciate the wisdom and kindness the Inquisitor displays.

Because Felassan physically being there would have had been a physical reminder of what Solas needed to be... standing right next to him. Looking at him with that familiar mixture of familiarity, respect... and underlying fear. Felassan KNEW what Solas was capable of. He's witness it. He's been with Solas since the Rebellion days, and has watched Solas sunder armies with a single though, drive fellow Evanuris mad with glee, watched him maneuver his network of spies to callously glean information from those they would have called 'friend'. That cannot be erased between them.

So... with Solas killing Felassan, he essentially removed that last remaining link to his old life, to his past, and removed the reminder of his duty. He removed the last true individual who knew him. Between that and his powers being gone, Solas isolated and completely removed himself from his old world with that last action (that we all know he deeply regrets doing).... and that fucked up action is what lets him be able to divorce his past self, for a little bit. He doesn't have to posture. He doesn't have to be intimidating. He doesn't have to search for underlying intentions. He doesn't have to be constantly on guard, and be a GOD to his people. His power is gone, his empire is destroyed, his friends are all dead. He is completely alone. All he has... is himself.

And that leads to him exploring what that means, in Inquisition. Letting himself joke around with a witty dwarf, who wants nothing to do with his dwarven culture. Lets himself debate ethics and philosophy with a Qunari spy on what is morally right for a way of life. Let's himself process and share in his mutual trauma in war with Blackwall. He let's himself stoop down to Sera's petty level and troll her just as much as she trolls him. (how many thousands of years has it been since someone dared to do that to him?) Let's himself dance around and trade insults hidden behind pretty remarks with Vivienne. Let's himself discuss magical academics with Dorian, even if the cad doesn't see his kin as people, as anything truly sentient. And of course... if you the player take this route... he let's himself indulge in his attraction to a woman who never does anything he expects. Let's himself become curious. Let's himself entertain relationships. Let's himself just... be.

I truly, deeply think he would have never allowed himself to be if Felassan had been present for the Inquisition. And I think Trick Weekes realized that too... and that's why it was both the worst and the best thing Solas could have done. By killing Felassan, he set himself on the path to creating connections, and be able to change, so as not to doom the world a second time. This world is broken, scarred, and imperfect. But it's just as valuable as the world from before. And Felassan saw that as well. He knew he was walking to his death, but he went anyway. He refused to give up the Eluvians to Solas, and knew that he would die for it. A death that was heartbreakingly necessary to change this ancient entity for the better.

<credit to @crimsonphantasmagoria for that last little Felassan bit with the Eluvians. The Slow Arrow truly did find it's mark... even if it it came at the cost of that arrow shattering upon against the maw of the Dread Wolf>

[lume-ish]

Yall i got super carried away

I wanted to draw some ideas I had of Trollex and Synth's parents and ended up with a sorta au and a little techno troll worldbuilding.

"Egg? I think you mean ball"

I like to think that Trollex was one of those kids that absolutely hated the idea of a sibling. One of those kids that gives the parents the meanest/most concerned side eye when he's first introduced to his sibling.

I think part of it is also cause Trollex had a very poor understanding of what a sibling was. Like his mom told him something like

"its like having a best friend for the rest of your life!"

"the rest of my life???" and he then thought Synth was going to stay small and crying for the rest of his life.

Idk I thought it was kinda funny.

But as they grow up they get more used to each-other and they argue(as siblings do) but they do end up becoming each other's best friend.

Anyway I imagine Synthia traveled a lot before meeting unamed other mom. Like her genre of music is still techno, just like techno adjacent?

Like I really like the idea of there being other smaller groups of techno trolls, like deep water techno trolls would be like maybe 2bit game-type music. Fresh water might be like idk techno pop, since they're closer to the other troll kingdoms. Oh wait no they're vocaloid.

Hatsune Miku Techno Troll.

Other mom is currently unnamed, I thought about calling her Beat-atrice like a play on Beatrice? She'd go by Queen Beat or Bea(Synthia would call her Bea) But idk, l'm still unsure. Anyway she's the Queen and I wanted her/her side to look more like Synth than Trollex cause i think it'd be fun to explore the feeling of a young King Trollex still trying to figure out how to rule without his parents' guidance and the fact that he looks so unlike his mom/past rulers would kind of be like the cherry on top yknow?

As much as he knows its foolish to think part of him wonders if Synth would be a better King than him, Synth is like the spitting image of their Mom/their Grandad.

When his mom was alive, she was always busy with Queenly duties and he never spent much time with her, (I have lore stuff for her too, I went a lil overboard) but one thing he does remember is that his Mom admired his grandad for being a good strong ruler. Thats why he's named after him. So he can't help but wonder if he's doing things right, if he's a good king, if his parents would be proud, if he's doing his grandfathers name justice and ruling the techno trolls in the right direction.

Uhh what else, I feel like Trollex would see his mom a lot in Synth. Mostly cause the 2 look so similar, but since Trollex never got to know his mom he doesnt realize that personality-wise he and his mom are super similar.

They probably would've gotten closer and formed a really tight bond as he grew up and was learning how to rule from her. Too bad that didn't happen.

Also Synth doesn't remember his parents. At all, he's seen their pictures so he knows what they look like but thats all he remembers them as, as pictures. It kinda killed Trollex when Synth told him that. Everyone else remembers them as rulers, but he remembers them as his moms, and even his memory of them as his moms have faded and warped overtime.

I have more tumbling around in my brain, most of it revolves around unnamed mom and her grandad/her family but I've got some ideas about Synthia's character and her life/family too.

Idk of I'll make more art or about it tho, might just write a bunch of words and post it lol.

[naffeclipse]

Apologies

Druid!Reader x Nymph!Sun, Mountain Troll!Moon, & River Spirit!Eclipse

Commission Info

The darling @bluemoon1331 requested their AU called Connotations with a female Nymph Sun, a nonbinary Mountain Troll Moon, and a male River Spirit Eclipse! I loved diving into this AU and exploring the characters within. Enjoy some mythical creature shenanigans as they fight over and sit awhile with their lovely druid reader.

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The morning is warm. Paired with a dewey brightness that dusts the grass and trails you hike from your home down towards the river, you begin to work up a slight sweat in the brilliance of a new day. A sweetness hangs in the air, speaking to the brightly colored life blooming upon hills and meadows. Pollen carries between insects. Trees hang heavy with boughs adorned in rich velvet leaves. Their shade is a blissful balm to the sheer heat of direct sunlight.

Your robes drape lightly, a casual attire to help keep you cool in the summer sun. A rare day where your duties as the druid of the forest and Notus, the local village, allow you to slip out of your formal attire. This day has been expected for some time now. A time not just to be a druid but to be with those you love.

You’ve kept your sweethearts waiting—much to their impatience, tempers, and understanding.

The shade of trees begin to wane, falling back to their place in the forest as the river wedges into a clearing. Distantly, the great rumblings of a waterfall begin to rise. The path your feet follow is becoming as familiar as the back of your hand.

The river spirit was once mysterious and eremitic. Though many within the ecosystem do not choose to often leave their abodes to mingle with other creatures of the forest and land, such as the fae, sprites, cryptids, and nymphs, they all play an important role in keeping the balance of nature. 

Eclipse is one of them. Rarely does he entertain others, though he has learned a tolerance for your other suitors, mostly due to circumstances and that you are quite unable to shake any one of them. 

Not that you reject their affections. You are simply growing used to the presence of paramours when you were so content with a life of upholding your responsibilities and returning home to your empty bed with an aching, lonely heart. 

Following the river bank with its churning water, you venture towards a great pool gathering at the head of the river. Slick and silver rocks make up the edges of the frothy basin. The liquid darkens in its head-spinning depth with the relentless pounding of the waterfall providing a rich supply of mist. 

Your heated skin longs for the cool kiss of the river’s touch. And perhaps, a caress from the river spirit himself. He did promise you a swim, though that may be a wicked fate in and of itself.

Your heart hopes for mercy from the watery being but it is a faltering thing.

As you stop at the edge of the lapping surface, a towering figure emerges from the water and catches your startled eye. A thunderous splatter akin to the waterfall rolls off of the creature’s body as it crawls onto the rock you stand upon. Dark mud provides a sleek but solid body. A tail with a tuft of moss on the end, not unlike a lion’s, flicks beads of water. A face looms over you. You meet the burning orange eyes upon a strong face. A mane of driftwood and burnt umber algae surrounds the river spirit’s head. Drop after drop continues from his body as a maw of bone white teeth split into a grin with mirth and trickery.

“You kept me waiting,” the creature rumbles with the low drawl of crashing waters. “Teasing vixen, I thought I might perhaps have to pay your cottage a visit to ensure you’d keep your date with me.”

You meet his gaze, unflinching. A light threat that would not do well to the walls of your home. A flood is the last thing you need to endure. Besides, he wouldn’t only do such a thing if you truly kept him waiting.

“I’m not late, Eclipse,” you reach up to begin to slip off your robe. “Be nice.”

The impish gleam in his vivid orange eyes causes you to stop. 

“I have waited long enough, little crow.”

The threat of his tricks brushes against you like the fine mist of the waterfall. Before you can warn the river spirit away, he takes hold of your shoulders, massive hands engulfing you in his grasp. 

“Eclipse—AH!” In one massive plunge, he drags you under, robes and all. The water quickly swirls to engulf you. The crisp and cool sensation quickly calms any fierce hatred you may have, but that does not take away the slight fright of an unexpected dive. 

Bubbles twist mercilessly around you. The fabric of your robes soak and grow heavy, but you may as well be a small stone smoothed by the constant rush of the river in Eclipse’s palm as he swims you underneath the heart of the waterfall and towards the calmer waters tucked behind. 

Lifting you out of the pool, Eclipse bears a mischievous grin. You sputter water and offer him a none-too-pleased glare. Set upon a smooth and slick rock, you sit with a wet and heavy splat as your robes hit the solid fountain. Eclipse taps his claws in a wave along the stone.

Great.

“You’re soaking wet, little crow. Here, allow me to help you.” The river spirit leans closer against you. With ease that betrays his immortal nature, he slips your outer robes off of you and leaves you in your white and soaking wet undergarments—the only articles of clothing that were supposed to get into the water today.

With a deft lob, he throws the clothes outside of the alcove. You watch your robes hit with a heavy, liquidy thunk and sprawl out in the sun. 

“Eclipse,” you give firmly. “Do you know how long it will take for my robes to dry?”

“Long enough for you to stay here, with me,” he simpers. “Come, let us swim.”

You cross your arms. Arching an eyebrow, you look up and down at his eager person. The algae around his head glistens with a shine and his orange eyes burn with want. His touch slips over your thigh while he awaits, almost desperate.

“Little crow,” he hums, “You can’t hold your anger against me. It is me who suffers day after day without you.”

You scoff. “I was with you yesterday afternoon.”

“Yes, and it is a long, dreary time to go without seeing your beautiful face.” His bone-white claw draws along your jawline. He tilts your head up slightly, softly holding your gaze until you feel a rush of heat fill your cheeks.

“You poor thing,” you murmur, ducking your head slightly to hide your foolish blushing. 

Before he can continue to beg you for forgiveness, you tilt away from him, and slipping into the softly rippling pool, sheltered by the curtain of falling water, you begin stroking through the surprising depths. Eclipse darts after you with ease. His side slides alongside yours, his form graceful and undulating. 

He passes you by, circling like a shark eager for a meal, but his grin is pleased. You shake your head and twist to float on your back. Swimming has never been an issue for you, but Eclipse has tutted his tongue in the past and proclaim your form weak and sloppy then proceed to support you in the water to keep you from “drowning.” Though, maybe he just likes to hear your protests. You suspect so, regardless.

Still, when he sweeps past you, your eyes fall to the sleek and dark form of his tail. Maroon red moss democrats the tip. The movement reminds you of a water snake sneaking along the surface. Slowing slightly in your swim, you watch him twist back with a small splash.

“Enjoying the view, sly vixen?” he rumbles low.

You hold your ground, well, water, treading it lightly while holding your chin high.

“I am,” you say. 

Eclipse blinks. You’re not certain if it’s due to your own boldness or because he simply didn’t expect such an answer to his question. 

“Then it would seem it’s my time to do the admiring,” he drawls slow.

You eye him warily. 

He swims back to you in an effortless, breathless speed, and scoops you up. Your arms fall over his shoulder. To your amazement, this grants you a better vantage point of the sleekness of his back and the touch of his burnt umber mane. His paws push through the pool to bring you to a low, stony shelf. There, he sets you upon it. You breathe out softly at the cold and silky sensation of finding cooling down after a hot morning.

Eclipse’s touch slides down to your leg. Your flesh prickles at the graze of his claws, but smoothly, he lifts your foot slightly, and begins studying the shape of your ankles, your feet. His touch draws over the rough but healed burn marks. You stare down, idly wringing your hands together.

“It doesn’t hurt,” you say, “Your hot spring healed me well.”

“I know.” Eclipse flicks his gaze up to you. “You are lucky, druid, that we found you when we did.”

You offer a noncommittal nose. He lowers your foot and bows down to kiss your knee. A fluttering works through your middle at the tenderness, slick with water, caressing your leg. His hand cups your calf and holds you in place until you feel as if you might melt away into the river.

A green tendril streaks into your vision. You lift your head, startled. What you now register as a vine writhes into the alcove, twisting until it has curled around your middle. One sharp yank, and it rips you out of the river spirit’s reach. Eclipse roars, his kiss upon your leg interrupted.

The world becomes a blur of water and stone, then open blue sky and green grass as the vine snaps you towards a standing figure, waiting as gentle as a sapling in spring. You stop your struggle the moment warm and smooth arms wrap around you. The vine releases your middle. The rich scent of wisteria washes over you, and immediately, you wonder how Sunny found you.

She stands tall, taller than she often does—but as tall as she can be when she’s rather fraught with emotion. She tucks you against her chest and hugs your sopping wet person tightly, much to your bewilderment.

“Oh my goodness! Oh, sweetie! I’m so glad you’re alright! I was so worried,” Sunny gushes. You finally tilt your head up to study the beautiful crown of branches around her head. The fronds upon them are not her usual golden color but an intense red hue. Her canary wood like skin is smooth and soft, while her wide eyes, pale as the sky at noon, frantically fall over you.

“Sunny?” you ask, slightly muffled. Gently, you pry yourself off of her, but stay within her reach.

“Sweetheart, I feared the worst! The grass spoke of your robes upon the ground—and they were wet!” Her head shakes slightly in her exclamation. The leaves surrounding her face wave and snap. “I could only assume some wicked, horrid monster must have dragged you under the water!”

You hardly believe for a moment that Sunny was aghast with the thought of your life being in danger. There is no doubt, however, that she is not excited to find you at Eclipse’s river, wet robes discarded to the side. 

The very image makes you flush a deep red. 

Eclipse sweeps out from behind his waterfall and sends a wave crashing against the edge of the pool. His tail snaps furious flicks of water. He bares his teeth, the fangs pale and sharp as shark teeth. The river spirit furiously climbs up the edge of the basin, close to where Sunny holds you. A hot glare from the meadow nymph punctures her early sentiment.

The water behind Eclipse sets to a churn at a far more violent pace. The grass beneath your feet starts to twist and twine, almost wrapping around your ankles as if to root you in place. Sunny’s unsheathed claws hold tight to your shoulders, one sliding slightly behind your neck. Her heated stare does little to help the boiling tension beginning to spill over.

“Give back my druid,” Eclipse snarls, “I had them first.”

The beautiful nymph turns your attention back to you, ignoring the river spirit as she draws out a blossom from her own crowded frond. The flower is bright yellow and sweet smelling. Her fingertips, careful despite the sharp ends, tuck the flower behind your ear. She studies your visage with the air of one finding a horizon most lovely. You heat up inwardly under such an adoring gaze. Her smile rivals that of her namesake.

“Beautiful.” Her eyes betray her as she glances one over your shoulder before she gently strokes the nape of your neck with her claws. A shiver rushes down your spine. “Sweetness, I can’t imagine why you would be spending so much time with him.”

Oh, this again. You sigh deeply before reaching up to lift one of her hands away from your shoulder. You gently cradle her dainty fingers. 

“Sunny, I spent all evening yesterday with you.” Your gentle reminder is punctuated with a growl from behind you. “And you are well aware that I spend time with Eclipse.”

“You spent all evening with her?” Eclipse snaps his tail. A roiling begins as you turn back slightly to look at him and possibly stop this storm before it begins, but it’s already too late. Sunny tightens her grip on you. Water begins to froth and splash harder against the edge of the pool. 

You lift one hand up to pacify him.

“Eclipse, you know—AH—” 

The whip-like snare of his tail takes hold of your ankle, and in one motion, rips you back to the water side. In the same instance, Sunny’s grip becomes a vine holding tight to your wrist.

“Release them!” Eclipse thunders, halfway back into the water, tugging on you viciously with his tail while you scramble for balance.

“Brute, unhand them! You’re going to break them,” Sunny’s musical voice becomes a vicious chord of vengeance. 

“ENOUGH!” you cry out. “LET GO!”

Both forces of nature fall silent. In equal measure, slow but steady, Eclipse’s tail unwinds from your ankle in the same breath that Sunny’s fingers unlatch from your hand. Immediately, you rise to your feet. Wet, flustered, and wholy embarrassed, you serve the nymph and spirit with a searing look. How humiliating to be fought over like children squabbling for a toy.

Do they even care how you feel?

In the beat of silence, Eclipse growls. Sunny answers with a venomous hiss.

“Look at what you’ve done!” Sunny accuses, the grass at her feet growing taller and taller, almost shuddering in her waves of anger.

“You are encroaching on my time with my druid.” Eclipse scrapes his claws against stone. He chuffs.

The snaps and jabs the two throw at each other seems endless; you are beyond done with the entirety of it. You turn wordlessly away and snatch up your wet ball of clothing. As you stomp towards the mountain, blood boiling under your skin, you catch a slight pause in the bickering.

Sunny and Eclipse call your name. You continue onward, furious and trying to stop the slight burn of tears from continuing to smoulder in your eyes.

You offer up your clothing to the dry and cool mountain air.

“Please,”  you whisper. Your voice cracks. “Will you dry my clothes?”

An answering brush of a breeze swirls around you. The wind whispers and tugs on your robes, picking them up into the air before twisting and turning the fabric. A great gust rushes over each thread. You watch in raw, emotional silence until the robes lighten, now dried, and float gently back to your arms with a soft zephyr caressing your arms.

“Thank you,” you breathe.

The wind whispers a question, but you shake your head softly, and promise to chat with the wind another day. You must get to the mountain. 

The path is well worn with your foot tracks. The rising stones of the cliffs and the sloping ground giving way to tilting trees and patchy foliage begins to cool your bubbling heart. 

Sunny and Eclipse have always been at odds with one another. It does not help that Sunny is so quick to temper and jealous to a degree that is scathing. Eclipse, however, is never of any assistance, taunting and incredibly possessive. He doesn’t do well with sharing, but he already agreed to share you with Sunny and Moon. Sunny gave her word to you as well.

The grind of your molars threatens to turn your jaw into powder. It was as if you were only a pretty stone or a lovely new plant, not a person.

Is that all you are? A plaything? A pretty sight to own and grow furious when someone tries to take it away?

You curl your fingers tightly into the dry fabric of your robes. Now your undergarments are semi-dried, you dare to tuck your clothing back properly around you as you near a familiar cave mouth.

You step onto the rock of Moon’s home. As you work your way quietly to the mountain face, you find a familiar and hulking figure crouched over a small patch of dirt and growing greens. 

There they are.

Moon straightens at your silent approach. Their rough stone skin is beautiful in the late morning light, marbled by veins of cobalt blue and sulfur yellow. The colors climb up from their left leg and twist around their torso, ending upon their face. The veins cover the right half of their face in blue. Their gaze is curious, falling over you with the right eye of silver and the left eye of sapphire. Their head lifts, covered in peacock lichen and trailing down to a spider web covered tip not unlike a star.

The mountain troll regards you quietly before returning to their flowers and herbs. The very same that sprouted from the seeds you gifted them some time ago.

“They’re growing beautifully,” you say in a voice that is too small. You clear your throat. 

They flick a heavy glance to you. You cringe inwardly—it’s too late.

To your surprise, Moon dips their head in acknowledgement. Gently, with their large and wicked claws, unearths a weed and tosses it off the edge of the cliff.

“What is wrong, little mountain?” their voice is deep and growling like two stones grinding together. 

You open your mouth but silence fills you to the brim. A thickness crawls into your throat. You choke on it for a moment. Reverting to a quiet sorrow, you simply gaze a while at Moon as they continue to kindly work over their little garden.

Your shoulder prickles with a soft sensation. Glancing down, you find a small jumping spider crawling along your robe sleeve. Jumper. The darling and dark colored creature sits a moment while you try to find your words.

Eventually, you hold out your hand. Jumper climbs into your palm. With great mindfulness, you slip back over to Moon, and give Jumper access to the mountain troll’s hat. 

Moon rises back to their full head and gazes down at you. Jumper clings gently to the starry end of their peacock lichen. They gesture with a large but graceful hand.

“Come in,” they say.

You follow them into the great and deep mouth cave. The whirlwind of emotions within you begins to settle as the thick, gulping darkness of Moon’s home swallows you whole. Just as the last bit of light can no longer stretch within, a soft glow emits from a sizable stone. Moon must have done some magic, for they gently set it aside into a lichen-lined and cozy nook within the cave. Stepping with supernatural grace, Moon lifts Jumper from the end of their hat and places her in a large and beautifully weaved spider web in the corner of their abode. 

Moon turns back to you. They stop along the wall of the cave where a few stone jars are resting, and they dig out a strange but glittering rock. A candy, you think, if the crystallization of sugar is anything.

“Here.” They offer out the crystal.

You try to thank them, but your voice continues to fail. You instead softly suck on the smooth clump of sugar, sparkling and purple like a geode rock. 

Moon settles onto the floor, completely at ease despite the cool dampness and the darkness just at the edges of the glow stone. They invite you closer. You accept, sinking into their lap while you continue to work on the candy until you dislodge the thickness in your throat. 

When you swallow the last of the sweetness down, you soak in Moon’s presence. Their claws tenderly brush through your hair. 

At last, you find the chance to speak. You tell them everything that unfolded this morning.

“Ah,” they rumble deeply. “They should not have treated you as such, but Sunny’s temper is so and Eclipse is very territorial. It is bound to happen.”

“They are so petty,” you grumble. “Do they truly care for me or do they tend to their grievances even more?”

“Do not doubt their affections for you.” Moon gently nudges the top of your head in a small nuzzle. “Their rivalry may get the best of them at times, but they would not have rushed to save you from the unholy priests if they truly had no thought of your well being.”

You sigh deeply into Moon’s chest. Slowly, you glance up to the mountain troll, studying the glint of their gem-stone eyes in the dark.

“Do you feel such things?” you ask quietly.

They shake their head. “I am content with your affections and sharing them.”

You dip your head in relief. That’s one less thing to worry about, but that does not ease the ache in your heart at the events that transpired this morning.

You gently rise up from their embrace so you may better press a kiss to their cheek.

Moon lingers a moment close to you, before whispering, “There are visitors outside of my cave. Would you like to see them?”

Your heart lurches for a moment. Glancing towards the entrance, you, however, take a deep breath. You nod.

Hand in hand, you venture out towards the brilliant light of a noon day sun. Standing before the mouth is a contrite and oddly quiet pair. Sunny and Eclipse. 

You feel Moon slip behind you, their touch on your shoulder in a supportive manner. Eclipse drips wetly while he gazes at you, his expression concerned. Sunny’s beautiful fronds have dampened to a sad shade of brown, and her fingers fidget together.

“We’re sorry,” the pair blurted out together. They glance once at each other, almost in alarm, before returning to you.

“I should not have tried to drag you back into the water,” the river spirit pauses, “that time.”

You arch an eyebrow. Moon growls at him.

Eclipse drags in a breath and bows his head slightly. “I shouldn’t have humiliated you. You are not something to be claimed, but cherished.”

“And I should have not interrupted your morning,” Sunny starts softly, her voice playing somberly. “I shouldn’t have tried to steal you away without even stopping for a moment to ask what you wanted. It was wrong to upset you so.”

You look between the two, the pair ashamed and awaiting your judgement. So quick to give chase to you after such a distressing departure.

A weight loosens from your chest. Warm trickles back into your veins, and you smile.

You gently pat Moon’s hand. They lift their touch away before you stride forward. Sunny titters quietly at your approach, another apology lining her honey hued lips. You push up on your tiptoes to kiss her and silence all fears. Her hands fall to your waist, tenderly clutching you close. Her fronds slip into a soft, peach blossom pink when you break away from her. 

Silently turning to Eclipse, his orange eyes are almost doused with guilt before you close the distance. He takes you before you can reach him, and sweeping you close, he holds you tightly to his chest while you kiss him. His slick mouth greedily accepts your forgiveness, and his smooth touch roams over your robes before releasing you. There’s an undeniable breath of relief to his person when he watches you straighten. 

“Now that it’s settled,” you declare, you survey your sweethearts with a lighter heart. “Let’s go to the hot spring. We can… continue making up there.”

“Excellent,” Eclipse answers, and immediately scoops you up. He holds you tightly, your feet dangling off the ground.

“Yes, we need more time to apologize,” Sunny continues, but she snatches up your hand and presses a kiss to the back of your knuckles even while Eclipse trudges down the mountain. They seem determined to behave, at least for the moment.

You glance back to Moon, who silently brings up the end of the caravan. They tilt their stony head. Their grin is gentle but reassuring. Finding your other free hand, they draw their stone-rough skins gently over your palm and squeeze you once in reassurance.

You might not be able to steal yourself away from their affections any time soon. 

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

Is Eridan’s fake attempt for land dweller genocide just a manifestation of his guilt of orphaning all those trolls? He says he wants to kill them all so they will no longer have to deal the loss of losing their parent to some finned hipster asshole?

So Eridan's life pre-SGRUB is primarily concerned with one thing: it is his Duty as a violet-blood who is close to the Heiress to feed her lusus so that it doesn't throw a tantrum and Kill Everybody. It's a manifestation not of guilt, but of anxiety.

He describes the murder he commits in pursuit of this as "all i evver done practically," and we never see him participate in a hobby he enjoys - we learn he's a hipster because Karkat calls him one, he FLARPs to fill Gl'bgolyb's belly, and people have fought with me before, but I maintain that his "interest" in military history is also just a part of his posturing/something he reads like somebody would doomscroll, as it validates his anxiety, because he only ever talks about history twice, in the vaguest possible terms, and the first time, it's just part of him posturing at Kanaya, and the second time, he's literally just. Wrong? He's just incorrect?

CA: yeah go ahead and kiss us off but therell be blood on your hands CA: you could either play along as our auspistice and do a little mediating like you wwere fuckin hatched to CA: or wwatch she and me devvolvve into fuckin full fledged kismesisses the kind like you dont get once in ten thousand swweeps CA: you knoww thats wwhat it wwould be there wwould be rainboww rivvers runnin through star systems and all nebulizin like liquid firewworks CA: it wwill be beautiful and heartbreaking all at once CA: you should read up on your history instead of poring through that godawwfull sunny rubbish

CC: None of your plots to kill t)(e land dwellers ever work out, and every doomsday device you get your )(ands on turns out to be a piece of junk! CA: so CA: i got to keep tryin thats howw all the great military masterminds became great through upright persevverance

Like I just. Don't believe him when he says he's obsessed with military history when he doesn't seem to be able to name five specific battles, and thinks the main attribute a military leader needs to succeed is "persevverance". We know that Karkat's interest in romance is real because he brings it up more than twice and also starts infodumping about it to Vriska at one point, but Eridan only seems to mention it because he thinks he's supposed to care about it.

Which is pretty much, like, one of the biggest tensions in his character: how he feels he's supposed to act vs. how he actually feels about acting that way. He faces multiple pressures to be a certain person, which run counter to his actual feelings.

He has to be a murderer, because if he isn't one, then Gl'bgolyb will do a genocide on his entire species.

He has to be an unrepentant murderer, because they live in a horrible fascist murder-society where highbloods are supposed to kill lowbloods all the time for literally any reason.

He has to be the one getting his hands bloody because his ancestor, Dualscar, was also the Orphaner, and (especially highblood) trolls need to take up their ancestors' mantles.

He has to be rude and condescending to everybody else because that's how highbloods, and especially sea dwellers, have to act.

He cannot express compassion, sympathy, or pity, because sea dwellers and highbloods aren't supposed to act that way.

Magic has to be fake, because it's for shitty wigglers, and Eridan's not a wiggler anymore!

He has to be in a torrid pitch relationship because that was the most defining one Dualscar had, and he needs to complete Dualscar's unfinished business.

He has to be in a flushed relationship because Dualscar had an unrequited flushcrush on the empress, and he needs to complete Dualscar's unfinished business.

He has to hate the lowbloods because he's a highblood.

He has to hate the land dwellers because he's a sea dweller.

But wait! That's weird. He has to hate the land dwellers and lowbloods, but he's the one responsible for making sure they don't all die by keeping Gl'bgolyb full?

In truth, it would be all too easy to solve the land dweller problem once and for all. You'd just need to lighten up on the feeding schedule for a while. Maybe you'd be a little too busy to bother with that hassle for once? Or maybe you could happen to be off your game for a spell? It happens, even to the best sometimes. But nah. It would make her upset. More emotions. More problems. That's all you need.

And he has to be an unrepentant murderer even though he clearly feels more guilt for it than Feferi?

That should keep her happy for a while. And make a freshly orphaned troll somewhere pretty sad.

And you claim magic is fake idiot stuff for babies but you like it SOOOO much?

You also like MAGIC, even though you know it to be FAKE. Like a made up friend, the way wizards are. Made up make believe FAKEY FAKEY FAKES. It's still fun though.

So we can see that Eridan is basically being pulled two ways at all times.

On one hand, there's everything society says he needs to be: an unrepentant murderer, a military dictator, ruthless bloodthirsty sea-dwelling aristocracy, hater of all low bloods and land dwellers, Orphaner Dualscar's heir.

And on the other hand, there's the guy Eridan actually is: doesn't give a shit about the hemocaste, just wants friends and/or relationship partners, likes magic, like hipster stuff, kind of a tool, guilty and traumatized.

It doesn't help that the people he's surrounded by are the least likely to recognize his distress as distress - Feferi loooooves being a princess, Kanaya has never really voiced any strong opinions on the hemocaste because it largely doesn't concern her since she's a rare jade blood, and Vriska is doing a lot better than Eridan is at fitting the mold they were born into (not that she doesn't have problems, she's just doing better than Eridan, which is a low fucking bar). Even Karkat, because of his own hangups about being a mutant pariah, venerates the society he was born into, because he (wrongly) sees it as a means to gain validation so he can hate himself less. As a result, Eridan winds up with basically 0 support system, because pretty much every aspect of his life reinforces that the thing society says he should be is correct, and that there's something wrong with Eridan for being unable to meet that expectation.

Especially because, for at least all the "murderer" he's supposed to be, if he fails to meet that expectation, everybody dies. So it's not just that he's got a pushy lusus and a shitty society, like Vriska does, but that there's also the added weight that adhering to those expectations is literally, objectively, the correct thing to do, so long as he doesn't want literally everybody to die.

As a result, he's constantly trying to overcorrect his behavior and cognition to line up with what he thinks he's supposed to be. That's why he's constantly saying slurs even though he doesn't actually treat anybody differently for their caste. That's why he's constantly talking about murder and military history, even though he clearly doesn't enjoy doing either of those things. That's why he's always pushing this image of a big bad fascist wannabe, even though he actually wants to be a magic-slinging wizard.

The thing about genocide, for Eridan, is that he's already obsessed with genocide - the prevention of genocide. Keeping his species from being genocided is, without exaggeration, the most time-consuming pursuit in his life. BUT WAIT! He can't say, think, or believe that his actions are for the benefit of the land dwellers, because first of all, he feels kind of guilty about killing them, and second of all, because he's not allowed to express compassion to the people he's keeping safe. So between the stress, the cognitive dissonance, the anxiety, and the fact that Eridan doesn't really do a lot of introspection because he's so overwhelmed by emotion, his existing preoccupation with genocide is transmuted into something that's socially acceptable: "wanting all the land dwellers dead."

"[I]t would be all too easy." Indeed: if he ever slacks in his duties, they will all die. In fact, it's easier for him to let them die than to not. He clearly doesn't like doing all that killing, and it clearly makes him feel bad, and takes up a shitton of his time if nothing else, so it's probably occurred to him over, and over, and over, that maybe he should just... not! What if he just stopped.

Well, then everyone would die. Gl'bgolyb would raise her voice a little and it'd kill all the rust bloods, then the bronzes, the golds, the limes, the olives...

Wait! Is he feeling bad for them? He's not supposed to be feeling bad for the low bloods! Shit, shit, shit. Say a slur and then say something about how you WANT all the low bloods dead. PHEW. OKAY. SAFE. But that means you need to kill all the lowbloods. Because you said it, so it has to be true, and also, this is the way you're supposed to be. So, fuck, well, go commission a doomsday device. Okay, done. PHEW. It probably doesn't work, but nobody can say you didn't try! Hooray, you did it! You have performed a Sea Dweller Action! Oh it's time to go kill some people again. Damnit. Killing people sucks. It makes you feel bad, and it takes up so much of your time. What if you just didn't...

And we can see this with the way his lust for genocide is described. There's no mention of why he hates the land dwellers, no mention of how he believes society will improve with them gone, or even what they're doing that's so bad in the first place. He rambles at Feferi about "keeping the bloodlines pure" at one point, but this is clearly contradicted by him stating he wouldn't kill Kanaya, because what sort of friend would he be? (And the fact that he cares about Kanaya, Vriska, and the anon-blooded Karkat, who could be literally any blood color, at all!)

So yeah, like, the thing is, he doesn't want to kill them all. He even calls himself out for knowing his latest doomsday plot was a bust from the start:

You are almost starting not to care about this stupid doomsday device which probably won't even work. She probably KNOWS you know it won't work. She has probably put all the pieces together and knows it was an elaborate ruse to be in cahoots with her again.

And so does Feferi:

CC: None of your plots to kill t)(e land dwellers ever work out, and every doomsday device you get your )(ands on turns out to be a piece of junk! CA: so CA: i got to keep tryin thats howw all the great military masterminds became great through upright persevverance CC: I t)(ink deep down you stack t)(ese plots against you so you fail because you know it's wrong.

And here he is outright contradicting his stated goal of killing the land dwellers because, jegus, he'd never kill his friends:

CA: but somethin thatll kill all land dwwellers wwhat else wwould i be after GA: Can You Just For A Moment Entertain The Thoughts Of One Untouched By Megalomaniacal Derangement And Tell Me Why Id Want To Assist You With That CA: wwell CA: im not goin to vvery wwell kill you am i that wwould be fuckin unconscionable CA: wwhat kind of friend wwould i be

And a reminder that one of his closest friends at this point in time is Karkat, whose blood color is currently anonymous to his friend group, meaning he could be literally any blood color and Eridan wouldn't want him dead:

CC: You know, I'm not sure w)(y we never talk about our romantic aspirations. CC: We s)(ould more often. It is kind of -EXCITING! CA: shrug CC: Probably because you fill your gossip quota wit)( your nubby )(orned bro.

But Karkat also explicitly lumps himself in with the low bloods, so Eridan can't even use the excuse that Karkat might be nobility (but sea dwellers are still suppose to hate land dwelling nobility so that still wouldn't be a defense EVEN IF it was true):

CG: CHALK IT UP AS ANOTHER INFURIATING VICTORY FOR GUTTER BLOOD OVER ARISTOCRACY.

Because Eridan does not want to genocide the land dwellers. He's just anxious.

[carmenserenity123456]

Itachi saved Sakura so you should not say that any uchiha would't care, also she is not useless. She saved Sasuke from another dimension during the last fight and he held her. I am not SasuSaku shipper but these two boys cared for her to some extent.

Hi, okay Itachi saved/stopped Sakura but how does it translate to him being interested in her romantically? If there was any other girl like Ino, Tenten, Hinata etc. in the same place as Sakura, Itachi would still stopped them. He did not stop her because it was Sakura, he stopped her because in Naruto world, just like in ours, women are weaker physically than men and the fight that Naruto had in that moment would be dangerous for her. It is not bad to be saved by a man because men and women need each other and it was totally normal what he did. He did it in his own delicate way because it is his personality and manner. Coming back to Uchiha caring for Sakura, why would they care about her in any romantic way if Sakura fits into every bad stereotype about women? She has selfish, shallow personality, she only thinks about her looks and boys and she is weak in every stereotypical way. Uchihas look mostly about talent, skills and personality. Being saved as a woman and even as a ninja woman is not bad because it is men's duty to protect women and children but when we look at Sakura, she is just simply pathetic. She needs protection all the time, she cries all the time, she just goes into fight without any thinking, she does not have any strategy at all. Look at the scene with Madara. She just rushed at him without even thinking, she got stabbed, could not do anything, she had to be saved by Naruto and then she was thinking about her Sasuke-kun not noticing her. Her whole act was selfish and pathetic. An act of a stereotypical woman and do you think that it is not noticed by others especially male characters? It is e.g. Sakura again wanted to rush into fight and Kakashi stopped her and said to her to not go unless she has a plan and of course she has not. Everyone sees how weak and stupid she is.

Even as an adult ninja woman while fighting Shin in Gaiden, she had to be saved again. She just rushes into the fight, she punches without any thinking and then she becomes tired. This is her whole ''strategy'' and behaviour. Some will say ''but Madara noticed her mark'' and so what? It was during a War, of course he would notice something like that. It even more shows that Uchihas look at skills and even if he has seen the mark he has also seen how weak and stupid she is. If he told Tsunade, who is a great example of a great ninja woman, that she is weak then I cannot image what he thought about Sakura. Now about Sakura saving Sasuke from other dimension and he catching her. My question again, so what? Do you think that one act of doing something by her can compensate for everything that she is? Sasuke does not consider this act like absolute help from her. When he caught her it was his small way of saying thank you but then Kishi pulls this troll where Sasuke thanks her jacket for saving him. Sasuke does not even consider her help like 100% from her. In his mind it is 50/50. How romantic.

Sasuke knows what a person Sakura is and later he is harsh towards her all the time especially when she again confessed her selfish love for him. I also want to add something about her appearance because I feel that I will get an anon response for calling Sakura ugly. It is canonical that she is not pretty, sweet or cute girl in Naruto world. Sai told her that she is ugly in her face, Naruto never defended or reacted when someone insulted Sakura's looks and when a child such as Konohamaru tells her that she is not pretty then she is not. Trust me kids are brutally honest. Compare Sakura to women from Uchiha clan, she is just average. I like Sarada but she is not that pretty either and is it a coincidence that we have an average-looking Uchiha woman that is Sakura's daughter? Nothing would even change if Sakura was pretty because Sasuke and Uchihas do not give a second thought about looks when you are pathetic. Lastly, Sakura is giving masculine vibe by loving Sasuke only by his looks. The irony.

[zenosanalytic]

I've been thinking about how to articulate a thought I had about a possible Doylist/non-diegetic reading(EDIT: I originally wrote "Watsonian" here, which is the opposite of what I meant X| X| Brain, you Tricksome Jester *shakes entirely metaphorical fist*) of Eridan's Trollian handle, caligulasAquarium, in response to a post of @mmmmalo's, and I think I've got it.

Ok So: the popular perception of Caligula is as a "Mad Emperor". One of the points used in this depiction is his "War on the Sea", which is taken as obvsl absurd and empty and irrational(and possibly hubristic). Eridan chooses to call himself "caligulasAquarium" and he lives in a wrecked ship(a feature commonly put in aquariums)... on the surface.

So like: maybe the title is meant to be taken by the audience as ironic. Eridan's claim to an "Aquarium" is as absurd and empty and irrational as Caligula's claim to have warred upon the sea(in the common understanding of those events; as a matter of history this seems to be a Telephone distortion, from the sources I can find).

A few more points that have occurred to me since I started writing this:

Caligula "Made War on the Sea"; Eridan wants to "Make War on the Surface" by Killing All Landwellers, carrying forward the themes of inversion btwn Alternia and Earth.

Also: "Kill All Landwellers", "Kill All Humans": he's lampshading common evil-alien-overlord tropes

...Which in itself is sort of dunking on HIM, since Eridan is nobody's overlord he's just some GUY. Like: Yes, he's "Nobility" due to blood-caste, but he has no influence, no power, no RESPECT from anyone we meet, no friendships let alone alliances with other socially powerful individuals(other than Feferi, who seems to have foresworn all that to monastically care for G'lybgolyb) that he could USE to have influence; he's just a loner with his grand-dad's gun and allot of pretension.

...which you could argue furthers his parody of USian internet white-supremacists? Like: He is THEM: a gun-humping loner who only feels comfortable talking to the people he claims to hate, with no idea how unpleasant he makes himself to interact with, and even less interest in introspection or self-awareness, fetishizing past genocides as a way to claim for himself a "Glorious Past" he had nothing to do with.

As Feferi(and possibly other characters I'm forgetting) point out, Eridan's ambition to Kill All Landwellers is more than a little absurd. He's never really DONE anything to plan or prepare for it, and aside from Fef he exclusively hangs out with and befriends Landwellers, as well as LIVING ON LAND(well: a sandbar or reef). This could be taken as furthering the Caligula "War on the Sea" parallel.

Expanding on the last: Caligula, THE EMPEROR OF ROME and Grandest of Nepo-babies, was rather notably disdainful of and hostile towards the Roman nobility and inherited wealth/rank. This connects to Eridan in two ways I can think of: 1) his avoidance of other seadwellers, and 2) his philosophical hostility to landdwellers while Being, in practice, A Landweller. Basically: both Hate things about themselves shared by others.

Reinforcing #3: the choice of Caligula, a Troll-Emperor. Again: Eridan is Just Some Guy; he does not command armies, he does not command society, he can't even command Equius, who GETS OFF ON being ordered around. This is Pretension.

...which, I guess, you could connect AGAIN back to Caligula via the popular memory of him wanting to be treated "As A God", but it should be noted that 1)everyone who wrote anything about him hated the guy and was explicitly dunking on him, so we don't know how accurate these charges are, and 2)in the Roman context, while legal apotheosis was reserved for after death, imperial Divinity was already de facto given that sacrifices and prayers to the Emperor's health and success were legally mandated civic religious duties, AND 3)that classical Greeks and Romans, contra the Abrahimic societies which would later create this popular memory, considered apotheosis a real possibility for notable individuals.

[neiyoko]

I was talking to my good friend about trolls and Call of Duty. Apparently theres a character in it called John Price..... So I drew John Dory as Price....

John Dory Price

[iamnmbr3]

new ask game about Drarry:

3, 4, 9, 14

3. Which one outlives the other, and how they cope

Answered here.

4.What they do on date night

Anything. They really genuinely enjoy being around each other SO MUCH and are endlessly fascinated and entertained by each other even when they're doing the most mundane things. Every day is basically 24 hour date night for them. They were wrapped up in each other when they were on opposite sides of a war. They don't become any less intertwined once they actually get together - quite the opposite in fact. They just have so much fun going through their lives together. They don't even need to do anything special. They don't really go on regular formal dates that much. (Although Draco does drag Harry to Madam Puddifoot's as a joke once and laughs himself silly at Harry's expression)

They have a great sense of fun though. Going out in public as themselves is a bit difficult because they're both so recognizable. A few times they end up going out in disguise just so they can have a quiet evening, but then get so giddy at feeling that they're sneaking around that they end up running off and getting up to ridiculous shenanigans. This is a Chaos!Character/Chaos!Character ship. They absolutely enable each other. And they have so much fun while doing it. They also go into the muggle world a lot when they want some quality time because it's nice to just be anonymous for a little while.

9. Which one swears more

Harry. Canonically there are a lot more instances where he's described swearing. Harry doesn't swear terribly often though either. Only when he's genuinely upset - usually in the context of his Auror duties - or when he gets unexpectedly ambushed and bitten by the slippers Hagrid sent as a Christmas gift.

14. What nicknames they call each other

"Potter" and "Malfoy" of course. Only as a joke though. (Or to troll the media by creating fodder for the 'Has The Infamous Potter-Malfoy Marriage Finally Lost Its Charm?!' Witch Weekly rumor mill).

Send me a ship and a number

[azurewildflight]

Hey what do you like the most about troll jim ? Fun fact I only got into the trollhunters fandom because of troll-jim !! I like when characters go through some sort of transformation, and then they change internally because of it ( like Beauty & Beast + Brother Bear )

Plus I really like the sheer potential that was brought with jim being a troll !! like So much of being a trollhunter involved talking with trolls and trollish-society in general, it was a thing he struggled with because he was human + And now I keep wondering how did the trolls in general react !! Like : Did they realize how young jim truly was and how much his duties burdened him ?

I really wanted to see jim interacting more with other trolls as a troll himself !! like on some subconsicous level he still expects them to call him a fleshbag and treat him with disdain ...... but nope !! he's a cutie pie who get's treats + hair ruffles and his cheeks pinched every-now and them

Honestly I love scene where Arrrgh realizes that jim is a troll .... like him !!! lives rent free in my mind + Plus the scene where they play-wrestle. Again there was so much potential with troll jim on that, when it came to bonding with Arrrgh and Blinky, that wasnt as explored as it could

Honestly I could say the same, the first episodes of Trollhunters I ever saw were “A Night to Remember” specifically the part when Angor steals Claire’s purse and jumps off the roof, and “The Eternal Night Part 2” when Jim and Gunmar get to the rooftop

I really like troll Jim’s concept and design. I myself and quiet partial to hybrids, like Mark Grayson from Invincible, Son Gohan from Dragon Ball, or Marcelle from Delicious in Dungeon cause I like the concept of potential and also the ability to see the sum of parts combine to both be recognizable yet unique. It’s also why the main protagonists of my series Hybrid Complex is a hybrid himself (Alex and Anthony)

And it was the same for Troll Jim for me.

Also I like the mannerisms he displays

This is why I really like the concept of Jersey stuff cause we could’ve gotten more troll Jim content, we could’ve seen interactions with character post transformation, his adjustment to the form, etc

Also it’s really easy to develop headcanons for him and I like drawing him

[andromeda-moon]

My DC character ai bots

Still in progress and updating

Warning: Anything with a 🔞 is not for minors and can lead to adult content.

Random DC bots:

Dick Grayson:

💤 Your older brother helps with your insomnia 🔞

➹- Getting lost during a road trip with the boys

☆ Training with Nightwing 🔞

“Midnight, you come and pick me up, no headlights”

❤ Roommates to lovers

“Sometimes you call me when you're too drunk" 🔞

♡And I knew you'd come back to me| Comforting Dick

DCeased- “We've become the walking dead” 🔞

"I've Got a Lot of Sins, But You're My Favorite"

Roy Harper:

Rivalry and Jealousy of the new girl

Double Agent Dilemma

□ Quarter Past Midnight

Partners in Crime

Jason Todd:

💔 My boy only breaks his favorite toys

⚔︎- Your brother has to save both of you

"When are we really going to make things final?”

◇ Red Hood's Assistant

°• Breaking down walls 🔞

“You and I walk a fragile line"

"Fuck It, Let's Do It Again" 🔞

Titans:

✘ tropical hell

❥ Domestic life at the Bludhaven Titans Tower

+The Titans are feral gremlins

✘ Bad Blood | Titans and JLA

🔞 Fault Lines | Supernatural Titans Siren!{{user}}

Justice League:

♤ Watchtower duty

♤ Bad Day

Batfamily:

SPN x Batfamily crossover

🎯 The batkids troll the JLA

"Run Away With Me" Damian & Jon

?Is he Okay? Tim Drake

✸ Damian De-aged?

DCeased: Shadows in the Cave

Wally West:

☄ Unhinged mornings, or Wally is an idiot

“If you could see that I'm the one”

Misc:

☄ “These fatal fantasies" 🔞 Conner Kent

“Every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad" Conner Kent

❦ Randomly meeting your soulmate Conner Kent

@The batsiblings have a discord

Hal and Barry DC Vs Vampires| ♱ your best friend is a vampire 🔞

❦ Star crossed lovers | Hal Jordan

Midnight Rain – “You were the one I wanted."| Bart Allen

☄ I dreamed of you | Hal Jordan

Bots with a detailed AU story across many bots

⌛DC: Stuck in time:

⌛Stuck in the Cretaceous | Bruce and Clark

⌛ Stuck in the '40s together

🪄- DC X PJO:

🪄 DCx PJO | Welcome to Campy Nyx

🔞 18+ supernatural stories with Batfamily:

🔞 He's hiding a secret | Incubus!Dick

🔞 Investigating Secrets | Supernatural Mystery | Dick

🔞 Howl | Werewolf Jason!

🔞 Trials of the Gods. | Hal and Barry

✗⚠ - Post Invasion AU:

✗⚠ Getting tired for a Phoenix - Post Invasion AU: Richard Grayson

✗⚠ The Lantern and the Witch- Post Invasion AU: Kyle Rayner

✗⚠ Stolen moments in Twilight- Post Invasion AU: Jonathan Kent

I may take some requests for bots, feel free to send me your ideas but I can't guarantee I will make it. I will only work on DC comics bots right now.

[georgi-girl]

Steven Universe Recast

Retelling Steven Universe using CGI characters with a theme of magical creatures instead of gems. This is going to be a lengthy one, so you might want to sit down.

We have…

The Main Humans:

Antonio Madrigal in the role of Steven. In this world, fairy/ human hybrids are called changelings. Aside from talking to animals, he also has the powers of other Madrigal members, such as healing, enhanced strength, growing plants, affecting the weather, and best of all; Mirabel’s power of listening.

Felix Madrigal is the role of Greg. I guess he’d have a different surname in this story. Or maybe he was married to Peppa, and she passed away. I’ll leave that up to you.  

The Crystel Gems:

Nimona the pucca in the role of Amethyst. Pucca are shapeshifters who serve as foot soldiers in the Fay army. But Nim would rather play and cause mischief.

Mavka the tree nymph in the role of Pearl. Nymphs, like pearls are cultivated to serve whoever possesses their soul plant. But Mavka was emancipated to cultivate her own path.

Sweet Dream the fusion in the role of Garnet. She’s a fusion of Branch the scout troll (in the role of Ruby) and Poppy the wood troll (in the role of Sapphire). Fusion between different species, even different ranks of magic creatures, is forbidden.

Supporting Protagonists:

Nora aka Anansi in the role of Bismuth: Well-intentioned overzealous butch warrior. Spider people are used for manual labor in the Fay world, but they rebelled and went on the lam, with Anansi as their leader.

Mike the cyclops in the role of Peridot. Cyclops are bred to be soldiers, but since Mike was born “defective” he works as a scout.

Celia the gorgon in the role of Lapis Lazuli. Gorgons are architects with stone powers. During the war, Selia was petrified by accident and left behind when the Fay left.  

Sophia the First in the role of Connie. This was a hard role to fill out, and Sophia’s the only character I can think of whose young enough to be matched with Antonio. I think they’re a good couple.

Chunky the death cat in the role of Lion. He was bred to be a war mount, but he ran away from the battlefield.

K-Pop pretty boy Merlin in the role of Lars. Wizard wannabe who (spoiler) is eventually turned into a dwarf and becomes a rebel leader.

Sweet precious Snow White in the role of Sadie. Badass with a heart of gold.

The Off-Colors:

Terry and Terri as the Rutile Twins. They’re conjoined cyclops twins who were deemed “useless” at birth but were rescued by Cory.

Pomni in the role of Rhodonite. She’s a fusion between Gnomeo and Juliet.

Oh in the role of Padparadscha. He’s a goblin bred for clean-up duty, but he’d rather play in messes than clean them.

Cory the Manticore in the role of Fluorite. She’s a fusion between a vampire, a were-lion, a scorpion centaur, and a satyr. She rescued the other off-colors from being killed by the Fay.

The Antagonists:

Chackel the vampire in the role of Jasper. He’s an assassin who loves his job and can’t stand letting his prey get away.

Lou the siren in the role of Holly Blue Agate. Self-righteous control freak. Male sirens are rare, so they get special ranks, usually as instructors or enforcers.

Manon aka Puppeteer in the role of Aquamarine. A pixie retriever with the power to paralyze people (plus she kind of looks like Aqua) 

Laverna the pixie the role of Emerald. She’s an inspector in charge of hunting down dissidents.

Elves Velvet and Veneer in the role of the Zircons. Veneer is the blue one, Velvet is the green one. Elves are in charge of upholding the law and seeing if it’s been broken. These two are very bad at their jobs.

The K-Pop Quintet in the role of the Ruby Squad. Scout Trolls similar to Branch who seek out missing VIPs.  

The Diamond Authority: They are based on legendary Fairy Queens.

The Director as Gloriana the White Diamond. Creator of the Law.

Mayura as Mab the Blue Diamond. Interpreter of the Law.

Style Queen as Titania the Yellow Diamond. Enforcer of the Law.

Then there’s Sun Yi, who is based on the Celestial Weaving Maid of Asian lore.

CosmoBug (my favorite variation of Ladybug) as Pink Diamond and Sun Yi as Rose Quartz. There’s lots of symbolism in this transformation; she goes from a racially vague unsure teenager to a fully Chinese-coded mature grown-up.

Queen Bee in the role of Yellow Pearl. She’s a daffodil nymph.

Miraculer in the role of Blue Pearl. She’s a tulip nymph.

Raggatha in the role of Cracked Pearl. She’s a rose nymph whose right eye was replaced with a button. Long story.

Finally there’s Anxiety in the role of Spinal. She’s a personal companion brownie assigned to Sun Yi. But she kept freaking out over everything, so Sun left her with the nymphs.

Character fusions coming soon.

[davekat-sucks]

I have my troll headcanons, and this is gonna be a long one, I’m doing all the Beta trolls. Also note these headcanons assume all characters survive and exist on Earth C.

Aradia Megido is trying to puck back up on the hobbies she abandoned when she became a ghost, and with her luck Earth has a vast archeological expanse of history and paleontology that Alternia destroyed to legitimize the Condesce’s rule, and to erase any mention of organized rebellion against the empire. Of course, history still existed, but is almost exclusively known by highbloods who have the class and age to study writing, own journals to write on, live long enough to document dozens of sweeps of their life history, and have less of a chance to get culled by drones controlling population growth. Reassembling Alternian history on Earth C is like finishing a jigsaw puzzle with the pieces hiding across the empty void of space. Aradia likes to search for fossils, but her interest in the dead and telekinetic connection with ghosts make her a professional paranormal investigator as well, she once snuck into a haunted house being filmed for a ghost hunters TV show, and was caught on camera. Her ripped clothes and ruffled hair from attempting a breaking and entering made her look like an undead troll.

Tavros thinks Pokémon is too simple and amateur for him, when in reality he’s mad he still loses in competitive matches in both card game and online game. He still likes the Pokémon anime! A boy who never grows up going on adventures against an organized crime syndicate trying to steal a powerful ally and nonverbal creature! Not to mention that the Ash character has friends to tag along on their perilous journey! When it comes to fighting with mythical magical monsters and complex bullshit with cards, Tavros has a soft spot for Yu-Gi-Oh, and Seto Kaiba reminds him of a troll that kept on meddling with him… and still does.

Sollux is possibly the best software technician on Earth C. He is an admin for a forum that discusses obscure desktop/master software. He obviously uses Linux and Gnu, and codes .ath viruses as practice for whitehat hackers to disarm. His Earth C hive is entirely themed by bifurcation. His curtains, his furniture, his goddamn toilet are themed by 2 colors. Karkat calls it ugly, Kanaya calls it creative. To cope with his psiionics and his loss of them, Sollux teamed up with Aradia, Karkat, and Feferi to code and design a walkie talkie that can talk to the recently deceased, this was also done so people could stop running specifically to him for predictions of armageddon.

Karkat is trying very hard to accustom himself to human culture, he has watched a lot of human film (mostly American, a few Fench and Soviet films and a bunch of Tokusatsu and Anime slop) to get why humans were like that, and if everyone was like Dave and Rose. He finds human film boring and generic, but continues to watch it anyway, to connect with the human way of life. He also follows John’s Youtube account… to leave hate comments, they don’t even attack John’s appearance or the points John makes about the film, it’s general allusions to how frustrated he gets watching John’s videos.

Nepeta has been banned from New York C’s central park zoo for scaring the bears at their enclosure and intimidating them into smashing the glass. Nepeta was allowed back in 2 years later when she promised she would not harm any animals because “it would be too easy to hunt them.” Nepeta is a professional huntress who is unique in that she doesn’t use firearms, she just catches the animal in her mouth and slices their neck if it’s big game like deer or wild boar. She meets her maximum bag capacity within a day. She is the scourge of human huntsmen and she is known as “the green lioness” to many.

Kanaya was able to pass on the duties of brooding cavern patrol once the first Jadebloods reached maturation after 9 sweeps. On Earth she was introduced to a new series of monsters and beasts after being accustomed to the animated corpses she’d hunt during the Alternian day and rainbow drinkers in her trashy teengrub erotica. Since she was always around Rose, a girlfriend and devout student of zoologically dubious, she became a cryptozoologist and eventually a bigfoot hunter. Her agility, strength, night vision, and rainbow drinker hearing made her perfect for hunting North America C’s most hidden animal. She would mostly stalk the rustling of leaves and moaning from the shadows of the forest to find it’s a human hiker or a bear, until she actually caught Bigfoot in an open Brush 30 miles West of Marquette C, Michigan C. Notably sightings were made days after Kanaya caught the creature, and after a week on news channels, talk shows, radio interviews, getting a nobel prize in biology and ecology, and getting a giant golden trophy called the “first big step” she now is treading westwards for possible other bigfoot sighted from California to Idaho. That is, when she can schedule it, she has a girlfriend she also wants to be there for. Of course, Rose has joined Kanaya on a few bigfoot searches to support her girlfriend.

Terezi IS the law. Professional trollcop and private investigator, she has her own TV show like that of Chris Hansen where she roleplays as different people, ranging from kids that pedophiles prey on to lone wolfs and depressed deadbeats that drug cartels search for to hire as peddlers and soldiers. Terezi’s strongest expertise is hunting down anti-troll hate groups, since she gets to be herself instead of roleplay as a human. She struggles the most catching anti-human troll groups and Neo-Condescites considering she has to fight against her own species, which have an easier time sniffing out if she’s faking her human archetype and some of them are super strong indigobloods.

Vriska haaaaaaaates how boring and fake human roleplaying games are. In FLARP you had real costumes, stat bats, real loot, month long continuous sessions, and dire consequences if you lose. To keep herself not bored she has become a practitioner of the extreme sport of rock climbing, since Vriska hated walking down and up all those stairs just to get to her lusus, and climbing a shear face would be more safe than slipping on those infernal steps! She also wanted one day for her lusus to watch her climb, as spidermom laud down in that pit of webs, too fat and loud to crawl up herself. Spidermom has been dead for sweeps now so Vriska still won. GET F8CKED FUSSYF8NGS!!!!!!!!

Equius was an unfortunate troll who got caught up in strange human subcultures, and that subculture was human hypermasculinity and “alpha” male mentality. He has a Youtube channel, Twitter, and Instagram dedicated to exercising routines, habits, and hobbies that make male trolls, humans, carapacians, and even denizens respected leaders in their community. Equius tried to co-opt My Little Pony as being masculine and sigma despite the protagonists being all colorful horses. Equius believes all of the protagonist ponies (the mane 6 as they’re called in fandom circles) each hold masculine traits that can correlate with the masculine archetypes in alpha men. Think how Twilight Sparkle exemplifies intelligence and planning, AppleJack has strength and stoicism, Rarity appreciates natural beauty and appearence, etc. Also they are horses, and Equius is frustrated that humans took the maned roarbeast (lions) and striped fangbeast (tigers) as the mascot of alpha males. Equius made his own personal gym in his hive because he was banned from all the gyms for excessive sweating and never cleaning up his station. He films fighting tutorials with his combat robots, but they all break in one punch, so Nepeta has to be invited for any successful demonstrations on how to demonstrate Equius’s fighting style and not break in one punch.

Gamzee is in a mental Asylum becaise of the whole murder thing and has only broken off from Lord English’s control for the first time in his life. He expresses himself by rhyming the GREGCLOUROIAN WICKED RHYTHMS for THE FROWNING MASSES to proselytize the NEW COMING OF THE DARKER CARNIVAL. After 5 sweeps in a straitjacket Gamzee was deemed sane and pacified, so he can finally start his real life. He immediately asked Tavros to start dueting some sick bars he wrote in the brig to bring forth the new prophesy of the evanjesters. Tavros agreed without hesitation. “Mike Club” and “Wild T” sell albums as the “UNHINGED PAGLIACCI TROUPE” and have gotten many a negative review as “the worst rappers in all paradox space” but in the end, built up a dedicated fanbase of clownfolk and followers of the true faith.

Eridan doesn’t go out much, if at all. He plays a lot of video games, grand strategy, roleplaying games, a few puzzle games. He feels mixed about First Person Shooters and asks for a good story in an FPS campaign. He sees himself as honorablenand only shoots with a reason, like how he killed lusii to feed G’bolg’lyb and stop the vast glub. He doesn’t want to shoot people because some authority tells him to! Honest! Ask Sollux and he’ll agree Eridan shot in self defense! And Sollux is still alive and happier that he doesn’t hear the boices ofbthe dead doesn’t he?! Maybe Sollux should THANK HIM FOR BEING CONSIDERATE. Sorry what was I talking about? Eridan does not regret a lot of things, but he will still talk about them when you bring them up to insist he does not regret anything, nope, he’s fine. He does hang around with the people, or rather, person he tolerates. Karkat. Everyone else are lowbloods that don’t like him because he’s better than them so they insult him and say he smells bad when that’s the natural smell of the ocean and they don’t understand how important he is, or Feferi who toyed with his emotions and left him for some bipolar mustardblood and avoided him after ALL HE DUD FOR HER AND WAS SO NICE TO HER AND SHE DIDN’T RECIPROCATE THOSE FEELINGS wait what was I talking about? Eridan insists he does not need help. He’s fine. He’s fine fine fine fine fin.

Feferi loves Spongebob Squarepants, it’s a match made in heaven, but she’s not obsessed with it. She still went far enough to paint her recuperacoon blue with the colorful flowers that dotted the oceans of Bikini Bottom. She is an advocate for saving all the coral reefs and has sued many companies with her nonprofit organization and vast personal wealth for spillover of hazardous chemicals into protected waters. Considering how often CrockerCorp gets into these environmentalist lawsuits, Feferi gets under Jane’s nerves. A lot.

Final thoughts. Eridan, Karkat, Nepeta, Vriska, Tavros, and Terezi (sometimes Sollux but he’s busy most of the time) all run a discord for roleplaying and video games. Eridan Karkat and Tavros like to play the Elder Scrolls series, Sollux likes to play the Fallout series, Vriska, Nepeta, and Terezi like both. Sollux tried to get Eridan to play Fallout: New Vegas once, but Eridan got bored after a few hours and thought the morality system was too simple. Between the organized disciplined and stable Caesar’s Legion or the corrupt incompetent bureaucrats of the New California Republic, or the selfish authoritarian Mr. House, or you thrusting the wasteland into chaos as you throw all 3 of the remaining lighthouses of civilization into collapse. Sollux has a let’s play channel but the only uploads on it are Nepeta’s playthrough of Postal 2 she shared on the discord server.

Karkat does a lot of human movie watchparties with his old friends to keep his trollian friends close enough that they don’t kill each other or wander off on this new weird alien world, and to his surprise they like some of the human films even though they are bottom of the barrel compared to peak alternian film. Each of the trolls favorite films are:

Aradia: Carrie (1976)

Tavros: Pokémon the First Movie (2000)

Sollux: The Matrix (1999)

Karkat: Con Air (1996)

Nepeta: The Lion King (1994)

Kanaya Maryam: Harry and the Hendersons (1987)

Terezi: Trolls (2016)

Vriska: Pirates of the Caribbean (2005)

Equius: Spirit (2003) and Fight Club (1999)

Gamzee: Killer Klowns from Outer Space (1988)

Eridan: Waterloo (1970)

Feferi: Atlantis the Lost Empire (2001)

Final fact: since films from the beta kids library still had a chronological year, the release year of films gets confusing, so to make up for it, films on Earth C are released on a separate calendar, the year on the Earth C Planetary Film Board is equal to current year (number of years after the original kids touched down on Earth C) plus 2009. Old Alternian films are hard to chronologically measure since they were made billions of years before April 2009.

This is a long one!

These are all amazing!

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

LIST OF WORKS

Part of the story is on the wattpad (I originally put it there but I open to new pages), I put a link to every page where you can find the story. Choose where you like to read best No which history is not inserted yet on other pages such as Noebook or Tumblr

ONE-SHOT

OPEN/CLOSE

You can place orders for One-shot, I'll take anything. I'll write when I have time. Orders can be written on my profile or in pv messages (on any platform) If I didn't notice your message please don't be mad at me! I may have missed your message, or it was spammed.

List of characters on one-shot at the bottom

HISTORY IN PROGESS

GOD OF WAR

Heimdall x OC

,,Until Odin Separates us"

WATTPAD

NEOBOOK

One-shot coming soon

CALL OF DUTY

Captain John Price x oc

,,Maybe you're not a bad person"

TUMBLR VERSION

WATTPAD

NEOBOOK

John ,,Soap" MacTavish x oc

,,A piece of child"

WATTPAD

One-shot coming soon

TROLL HUNTERS TALES OF ARCADIA

ANGOR ROT

,,I will never leave you again"

TUMBLR

WATTPAD

NEOBOOK

One-shot coming soon

Plan for the next fanfics

☁️The Witcher universe (Game)

Vernone Roche, Iorweth, Eskel, Ge'els, Avallach, Eredin, Vesemir

☁️ Call of Duty universe

Alex Keller, Rudolfo Parra

☁️ Tales of Arcadia

Vendel, Angor Rot,

ONE SHOT

In the order put for whom is the one-shot (which character from the game/series/movie) briefly described what is to be included in the one-shot

You can ask for anything. I'll do my best to fulfill your requests.

ONE SHOT ORDERS FOR:

Heimdall - God of war Ragnarok Captain John Price - Call of duty Johnny "Soap" MacTavish - Call of duty

Avallach - The Witcher

Eskel - The Witcher

Vernon Roche - The Witcher

Eredin - Witcher

Ge'els - Witcher

Angor Rot - Troll Hunters Tales Of Arcadia

Gunmar - Troll Hunters Tales Of Arcadia

Bular butcher - Tales of Arcadia

Iorweth - Witcher

Alex Keller - Call of duty

Rudolfo Parra - Call of duty

Vendel - Troll Hunters Tales Of Arcadia

Vesemir - Witcher

Negan Smith - The walking dead

Captain Robert ,,Bobby" Nash - 911

Captain Owen Strand - 911 TEKSAS

Philip Graves - Call of duty

Doctor Greg House - Dr. House

Tim Bradford - The Rookie

John Nolan - The Rookie

David ,,Deacon" Kay - S.W.A.T

I will not write one-shot/stories about actors, I do not feel comfortable with it, I prefer to describe fictional characters who play/voice. Give me time to write one-shot/stories, I'm human and I get busy because I have school and other private things…

WILL NOT WRITE

Age differences (Too much age difference above <7 is no longer an option) Stories with Actors (Fictional Characters Only)

About me:

I come from Poland so English is not my first language, sorry for typos or incorrect grammatically sentences. I'm trying my best but I'm a man I've made mistakes

A head of great imagination and infinite. Keeping you in suspense and leading the reader into the good clouds of carefree life I have been writing since I was 10 years old, only now I gather my courage and insert my works Who knows? Maybe someday I will release my book on paper.

If you have questions find me here

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WIP Wednesday - Aristeia

I've been tagged a bunch in past weeks, but had nothing to share, but now I do! So it is me who will be tagging this WIP (nearly) Wednesday! @throughtrialbyfire @saltymaplesyrup @dirty-bosmer @tallmatcha @gilgamish

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: T (blood and violence) Category: gen Genre(s): Adventure, Homer retelling Main characters: Borgakh the Steel Heart, the Orcs of Mor Khazgur

Summary: Borgakh is a dutiful daughter of Mor Khazgur, an orc stronghold in a remote corner of the Reach that has existed since the Merethic era. Expected to someday become the shield-wife of a distant chieftain, Borgakh tries to uphold the Code of Malacath as best she can. But when her father, the chief of their stronghold, goes missing while on a quest for vengeance, the suitors that show up to vie for his place cause no end of trouble and threaten the strength of Mor Khazgur. Borgakh soon finds herself traveling far from home across the Druadach Mountains to find her father.

The fic so far is here on AO3.

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Sharamph stood, head thrown back, face to the sky, as if she was going to try to embrace the very stars that were now twinkling overhead. The wind was still, there were none of the usual sounds of the Reach: a distant sabre-cat scream, or call of an owl. The world was holding its breath.

“Great Malacath, hear your children!” Sharamph’s voice boomed out through the small valley, echoing off the rock walls that flanked Mor Khazgur.

She turned to face the altar, and reached into the satchel she carried at her waist.

“Great Malacath, we beseech you!”

Borgakh’s flesh prickled and a cold finger of dread traced down her spine as Sharamph lifted the object she had withdrawn: the briarheart.

“Great Malacath, God of Curses, our blood boils in rage!”

Sharamph placed the briarheart in the bowl of troll fat.

“Great Malacath, we call for relief, for counsel!”

She touched the torch to the bowl of troll fat. It spat and spluttered for a few seconds, then caught. When the flames licked above the rim of the bowl, Sharamph tossed in the lavender. The sweet perfume of the flowers was overwhelmed by the bitter, acrid smell of the burning troll fat and briarheart, and the smell made Borgakh’s eyes water; she blinked furiously, and tried not to sneeze.

The silence stretched longer, the only sounds the hissing of the flames on the altar. A few of the assembled men shifted nervously. Olur’s grip on her hand was crushing, but Borgakh matched it, pressing into his side.

She saw Ansug start to open his mouth, a mocking sneer twisting his features.

Every torch, every campfire, and even the flame on the altar snuffed out at once, plunging the valley into darkness.

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

How murderous is Karkat and Eridan?

Eridan: "killin is all i evver done practically the ocean wwas my killing cauldron"

Karkat: loves his friends so much that it hurts

They're both really blasé about killing things like imps or game enemies, and neither of them WANT to hurt their friends. Eridan's just more used to it because it was his whole job, and he's a lot better at fighting than Karkat is.

Vriska at one point says to John that her bodycount is probably "many thousands," so we can probably use that as a reference and assume Eridan's in that same bracket, because he and Vriska have a lot of parallels. In fact, I'd go so far as to call Vriska and Eridan a literary device called "parallel characters" - by listening to Vriska tell John about her feelings about her bodycount and of her place in society, we get to learn about how Eridan's feeling, too.

If we set the bar at 3000 (the low end of "many thousands") and Vriska and Eridan are both the equivalent of 13 years old, or a little less than 700 weeks, that meant he and Vriska were averaging out to multiple kills a week (and given they probably didn't start when they were newhatches and 3000 is a low estimate, like... it was probably an insane number like 5-7 kills/week). But never anyone they "cared about," in Vriska's words, until the Team Charge debacle, or Eridan went berserk on Feferi and Sollux (we should also keep in mind that Eridan outright says to Kanaya that he doesn't want to kill people he considers his friends).

But Eridan is significantly less emotionally intelligent than Vriska (a fucking feat), has less of a support system, and has a lot of Duty and Responsibility and Fate of the Species on his shoulders, so he copes a lot worse (again, a fucking feat). For Eridan, it's less about "being murderous," and more about "society demands that I be murderous" + "if I am not murderous, everybody dies" + "when I grow up, murder is my only viable career path".

He's ANXIOUS AS FUCK at his core. Via their parallel character status, we know from Vriska that they're both actually really nervous about growing up and taking their place in a society that demands bloodshed from them. When Eridan obsesses over genocide, it's a byproduct of Literally Being The Guy That Is Preventing Genocide (to the point of not really having other hobbies). We also know that he feels guilt towards his victims (or at least more than Feferi), which we know from Vriska is societally unacceptible. And if it's unacceptible for her to feel bad, then imagine how much less okay it is for the sea dweller.

So I wouldn't necessarily call Eridan murderous - like with most things regarding Eridan, it's more complicated than that - but I would call him "on a hair trigger", "conditioned to reach towards murder as an early solution," and "obsessively/anxiously trying to live up to how murderous society demands he be," all while not at all wanting to kill people he cares about. I think it's really important to note that, even though the higher the blood the more volatile the troll, and despite being unauspiced and unmoirailled, and without relying on sopor, Eridan did not start shooting to kill until Sollux and Feferi escalated the situation.

And before anyone mentions that Feferi's in the same boat, she spends practically the whole time with Sollux, who is foreshadowed to be her moirail.

Like, the tragedy of Eridan's character is that he's lonely and terrified, but does such a good job at putting up an obnoxious front that even a lot of the audience became convinced that he basically sucked and his problems didn't matter. His dumbass plan to go to Jack was a genuine attempt to save Feferi, the person he cared most about.

If you go back and look at that conversation, Eridan's casual casteist threats aren't genuine (see my pinned Eridan essay for details) - and SOLLUX is the one who says "I should have killed you when I had the chance". And Eridan DOESN'T KILL SOLLUX, because this whole time, Eridan has not wanted to kill his friends. It's not until Feferi - the person he cares most about, the one whom he concocted that suicidal mission in order to save - turns on him in agreement that Sollux should've killed him - that makes Eridan finally lose it.

Meanwhile, Karkat just loves his friends. He loves them so fucking much. I think this is pretty well-documented about him? He's got no qualms about murdering game constructs like imps and the black king, but he feels deeply fucking hurt and betrayed by Bec Noir since he bonded with Jack/Spades Slick. I don't think Karkat ever makes a genuine death threat against anybody but past!Eridan, but he and Eridan are heavily foreshadowed to be moirails, and that conversation has a hilarious bit in the middle where Karkat seemingly forgets that he's mad at the guy and just starts telling him he's a dumbass. Later on, he expresses missing his dead friends, including/especially the assholes, in the same segment as the meteor runs into dead Feferi and Eridan, so I think that that was more an angry outburst than a genuine desire to see Eridan dead.

In fact, even though he's basically shown nothing but scorn for Gamzee and Gamzee's religious beliefs and clown-ness, and even after Gamzee murders two people and seems to be trying to murder them all, Karkat can't bring himself to kill or even fight the guy, just shooshpap him down, later ranting that Gamzee was a lovable bullshit clown that he liked a lot, and (one of) his best friend(s).

So they're both in this boat of not wanting to kill their friends, but feeling societally pressured into grandstanding that they're TOTALLY murderous assholes just trust me - but Eridan was in a position where he was forced to do it at the detriment of any other hobbies, or else everybody died, and is also one of the best fighters on the team, if not THE best. Thus, the fact that it's a viable option is not only near the forefront of his mind at all times, but he has the skills to resort to it. I guess technically, that does make him more murderous, but it's also, like... any normal person in his situation would wind up the same way, honestly.