#Vierya Aragan

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HEY LET THIS FISH FUCK JUDGE YOUR BLORBOS!

1 troll = 1 judgement. Judgebacks and multiple reblogs welcome :>

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*Gifts to Brenya "Fish Daddy" shirt

Vierya- @just-more-trolls

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*A dull thumping of music could be heard in the distance*

[Who’s this handsome motherfucker? He just strode on up with his near 7-foot-self, legs for days and a dorito chest about as bad at Vierya’s.]

sIr??

W’sUp, aragan. hearD U Were roUnD here so i figUreD i’D join on in 8o)

[He sighs] ^Ery wEll..

thIs Is aEthEr MErtus. hE owns thE club I sIng at.

hoW BoUt a lil promo for papa mertUs 8o)

pri(e for Drinks’ll Be Dis(oUnted 8o)

@ask-the-troll-boys @lame-troll-squad @ask-the-information-specialist @ask-the-bronze-singer @whyisshebloodthirsty @ask-the-purplefrog @ask-the-fang-gamer @ask-the-bronzecowgirl @ask-the-jester-buds

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- Vivi open rp come n get it -

> You were just stepping out of the Grubble store, peeling away the protective film off of your new palmhusk’s screen protector.

> Had Aether not have had your back, you’d have so many calls to make; so many cards to deactivate. The only thing you had to do was choose a new palmhusk number.

> You didn’t stay in one place for too long, looking around you perhaps a little too excessively as you made your way down the street. You were making a bit of a beeline for a nearby cafe to settle in and, while you were paying a lot of attention to hidden alleyways and potential hiding spots you were paying very little attention in front of you, leaving you open to run into someone..

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--E-> H-Ey Vivi... I k-E-Ep m-Essing up my -Ey-Elin-Er :[ --E-> My hand is all shaky can you h-Elp m-E?

"Look I know I'M brEathtakIng to look at but you don't ha^E to bE all nEr^ous around ME~"

"I jEst.. c'MErE I'll gEt that wIng sharpEr than a trIdEnt."

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“Ah so thEy havE.. what oh what a coIncIdEncE~”

>> If your tone could be any more innocuous.

>> Your demeanor shifted from teasing to slight surprise to warmth as you leaned in as well, cupping Helios’ cheek as you two share a soft, warm kiss under the sprig.

💋 Helios & Vierya? :3c

"It seems someone has put up mistletoe."

>> An observation drier than the Sahara.

>> Pause as you look to Vierya, and then you lean as if to kiss him- You won't actually unless he seems to reciprocate.

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*Offers Vierya a mini Brenya*

"Awww so cutE~"

-> You take the mini Brenya giving him a coochie-coo under the chin.

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High Risk. High Reward.

cw: blood and violence but also it’s pretty heavy so proceed with caution. It’s kind of  quick wrap-up of Vierya getting kidnapped

Aether strolled through the alleyways with two indigos at his flanks, the tip of his cane clicking against the concrete. His best entertainer had been missing for weeks now which was a little more than alarming. He had gotten ahold of his kismesis who was just as stumped and worried as he was. And what made anxieties worse was when the troll Vierya had been trying to court, Helios, was also asking around. That definitely raised flags even higher.

Word had spread throughout the underground though that a seadweller - a violet-blood at that - had gotten trollnapped. But lips were tighter than a venus flytrap mid-feast. Still though, Aether had sent out feelers in an attempt to get any information on this trollnapped violet and their assailants.

It wasn’t until a troll from one of the more underground rebellion groups had let slip a more aggressive cell trollnapped an employee of the Aetherium, that Aether sprung into action to get information himself.

Oh how idiotic it was, to touch those under his protection.

With the directions he had forced out of a poor goldblood, the boss-man took it upon himself to confront this group himself. It was risky, but that’s why he had backup with him.

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In the dimly-lit emptied office-space of the warehouse, a familiar violet sat chained from his arms to his legs in an office chair. His head hung, obscuring a bruise to his cheek and his clothes were dirty and torn.

What looked to be a bronzeblood in a pair of overalls meandered over, knife in one hand and grabbing fistfuls of hair in the other so she could force him to look at her. Her nose wrinkled in slight disgust.

“-wh+t h+ppened to th+t se+dweller strength your kind is known for-??” she asked him more out of frustration as glassy gloomy eyes merely stared back at her. “-you’re m+king me +ctu+lly pity you-..”

She let his hair go, causing his head to drop back. “..you’re so cruel..” was all he muttered, weak and tired.

“-you don’t know me!-” Her hand snapped to her chest, fists balling slightly. “-none of this comp+res to the -eons- of misery +nd de+th highbloods brought upon us!-”

Vierya’s head slowly rose to make eye-contact with his kidnapper, her ‘righteous anger’ being met with pure emptiness. “And your solution is to spread misery in turn..” he rasped, letting out a cough before spitting old blood to the concrete. “..pathetic.”

“..I loved you, you know. I was willing to give you the world..”

The bronzeblood squirmed a little at that. “-you were willing to m+ke me your trophy-”

“I was willing to make you happy!” he yelled, voice cracking from disuse. “I’m not saying you’re wrong to be upset with the h-hand you and your fellows have been dealt, but you’re just continuing the cycle of suffering to trolls who don’t deserve it-..”

The two snapped their heads to the door leading out into the warhouse floor. Shouting and gunfire could be heard on the other side. As if a flip had been switched, she leapt for Vierya, toppling the two of them and breaking the rotting office chair beneath them. “-i’m not letting you get +w+y! not +g+in!-”

They both began to roll around the floor as Vierya tried to wrestle the knife out of her hand now that his arms were free.

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Bullets and bodies were flying as Aether and his guards infiltrated the warehouse. While his goons opted for the more cliche tommyguns, Aether was using a mixture of his subterfuge voodoos and a good ol’ custom flail built into the top of his cane. The three of them made quick work of the handful of rebels that stood between Aether and his goal.

The two indigos rushed to flank either side of the door into the main office, pressing their backs to the wall. “I think I hear a struggle..” one of them muttered.

Aether stepped up to the door and - with a roll of his shoulders and a well-placed kick - kicked the door open. His two guards swiftly peeled off the wall, aiming their guns into the new opening.

Vierya sat there straddling the bronzeblood, knuckles ashen with how tight he was gripping the knife in her chest. He didn’t register any of the footsteps until’ he felt large, gentle hands wrapping around his own. They were warm, to him at least. Shakily he glanced up into the face of his savior before collapsing into his arms.

Standing, Aether proceeded to carry Vierya out. “(all in the fellas to (lean Dis shit Up.. Wateva happeneD tonite, it DiDn’t..”

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--E-> H-Ey Vivi you fr-E-E any tim-E soon? Might or might not hav-E tick-Ets to th-E n-Ew <Troll Barbie> movi-E.

"Do I look lIkE soMEonE who watchEs that??"

.......

"Sounds lIkE a blast, hun, I'M in~"

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*looks back at Vierya, points to the caged Brenya under the ceiling and continues walking away*

"!"

You used one (1) key to free Brenya!

You made sure he was steady on his feet before making a barreling charge towards his captor! RIP AND TEAR!

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*gives Vierya a key without saying anything and walks away*

"Uh...what..?"

You are now in possession of one (1) key.

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What kinda stuff do you like painting the most, Vierya? :0

"ThIngs I can't MEntIon In MIxEd coMpany; you undErstand~"

It was hard to tell if he was just being cheeky or was actually serious...

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[Club singer, local violet thot, he’ll help you see God.]

Seeking: Bible study Buddy

⸸his seems like a bad idea seeing how many ⸸rolls are godless hea⸸hens... but I'm despera⸸e enough ⸸o look!

[Judgement time! This time for our very preppy little olive Celvos. 1 troll per reblog, reblog as many times as you like. 18+ muses please!

Feel free to send your fellow preps or your bad-boys. He's a good Christian Boy who needs to learn to live a little.]

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Hey Vierya! Got any hobbies? Anything fun ya like doin'?

"I paInt In My sparE tIME whEn I'M not busy wIth work.."

"..And consIdErIng my lo^Ely boss has all but forcEd ME to takE ^acation days I ha^E MorE tIME to pErfEct saId hobby~"

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Who on the blog is the absolute BEST at singing? Like they could legit make a career outta it if they wanted to

Oh man that is a toughie because there's quite a few of them who have The Pipes™

But ultimately?

This bitch

Because he technically did make a career out of it

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Deified Vivi

Vierya would be the deity of non-conformity and beauty of the inner self. People like to say they're followers but he accepts anyone and works to invoke confidence and inspiration into the downtrodden.

Those who seek to gain his favor the most are burlesque entertainers and those who do drag