#as seen with w*lly w*st

[coffeebooh]

who’s the most relatable character in young justice and why is it cisco ramon saying that he’d ask out zatanna if he was a superhero?

[query-quadrant]

Wh⛤t should I we⛤r for my first p⛤le ⛤nnivers⛤ry?

It’s mine ⛤nd my moir⛤ils first p⛤le ⛤nnivers⛤ry this sweep. Obviously I’d LOVE to spoil them rotten, so I got us tickets to ⛤ highly renowned st⛤ge perform⛤nce, ⛤nd ⛤ reserv⛤tion ⛤t ⛤ rest⛤ur⛤nt ⛤fterw⛤rd. ⛤s you c⛤n obviously tell, I know wh⛤t I’m doing, ⛤nd h⛤ve ⛤ll of th⛤t covered. 

The only problem is th⛤t I h⛤ven’t the f⛤intest ide⛤ of wh⛤t to we⛤r. 

I’m ⛤n extremely high cl⛤ss violetblood, ⛤nd I refuse to we⛤r ⛤nything th⛤t isn’t floor-length, but my moir⛤il often comments th⛤t this m⛤kes me ⛤ppe⛤r more cold th⛤n I re⛤lly ⛤m. Unfortun⛤tely most of the ⛤dvice I h⛤ve seen online m⛤inly involves we⛤ring g⛤rish p⛤tterns or intention⛤lly messy clothing. 

Do you h⛤ve ⛤ny ide⛤ how I might m⛤ke myself ⛤ppe⛤r more “w⛤rm” or “⛤ppro⛤ch⛤ble” without h⛤ving to dumb down my f⛤shion sense to the likes of mini⛤ture-putters? 

oh finally something i can talk about yeah ok buckle in this shits gonna be long as hell im not even gonna bother with my gimmick here i just wanna talk about clothes for a second

most trolls are dumb as shit and dont give a fuck about fashion and its not even just everyday clothes i mean youve probably seen the shit some trolls wear to dates vitriol emoji

but if youre looking for actually good inspo i have a friend who put out some shit in eclectoskeleton but also theres been some surprisingly good shit in deadliest designs monthly recently

if youre looking for advice from me specifically though then heres a couple things to think about if you wanna wear fancy pale clothes

i dont normally wear this stuff but i do at least have a working thinkpan and know way more than most idiots plus i have super real degrees in quadrantology so some of its probably good advice

colors: obviously going lighter and softer is classic its called pale feelings the pale quadrant and the holidays pale moon night so why not pale colors obviously duh

most trolls stick to blacks and grays and darker shit at least as the base of their outfits most of the time because theyre boring pieces of garbage and also cause its practical i guess

so bringing out those pale pinks or just lighter violets or whites feels special and its something you can do to soften shit up

its pretty it stands out in a crowd and it sets a mood it says i give a fuck about you and i want people to know

but you dont have to stick with that ive seen trolls get a lot of mileage out of shit like wearing a little of each others colors or you can even try their favorite colors for cute personal shit

design:

obviously you already know about shit like diamond motifs but theres ways to do that without just throwing on an ugly little argyle sweater

diamond shapes in embroidery or beading or in lace can look really fucking cute if you do it right

if you can work in moons and stars thats something pretty and obviously pale but not that stupid looking and btw dont be afraid to throw in a little bit of sparkle too

you said you have to wear floor length shit but thats not a deal breaker i mean shit big clothes are classic for paledates and even though youre not gonna be wearing actual palewear you can take those sorts of ideas and fold them into your shit by going for something flowy

i mean yeah bigass sweaters and scarves are classic but so are things like capes maybe its not always "approachable" but it can still say "i pity you or at least probably give a shit about you"

accessories:

anyway speaking of classically pale shit obviously look into pearls the pink ones even kinda look like little pink moons you get it you know what i mean

diamond shaped jewelry is classic but also cabochon cuts are also good to look into especially if you can get your fronds on any pink or white rocks or anything with a little chatoyancy

other shit i forgot to mention or general shit:  if you want you can do matching shit

it doesnt need to be one of those matching half and half diamond necklaces for wigglers or anything just making sure theyre wearing something with the same metal and decorative rock as you are or at least some of the same colors so you look good together is good enough  i got a little into this by talking about stuff like sparkles and moons and all that but just think about pale nicknames when youre thinking about what to wear "moonlight" "starlight" "moonrise" "moonbeam" "stars" "twilight"

all those things are real and actually pretty things that you can take a lot of inspiration from

even shit like "sugar" or just fucking "diamond" or any of the millions of flowers and random pink or white or sparkly things people use

[bloodydumpsterrp]

1 and 3 on the fantroll ask meme :3

𝟭. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹, 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝘂𝘀𝘂𝘀?

|| Bugs. : re^lly l:ke them, spec:f:c^lly ^nyth:ng th^t looks cool or squ:shy. W^spsmonsters, cent:be^sts, bumblestingers. ||

|| :'ve seen some cool se^dwell:ng lus:: but the ones th^t :nterest me ^re the RE^LLY deep stuff. Not m^ny p:ctures of them nor ^ny ^round to see from the surf^ce. ||

[𝐨𝐨𝐜] In other words she likes invertebrates such as centipedes, wasps, deep-sea jellies, and isopods. Used to be a dog-person but has swayed towards things that are creepy-crawly. Cats are very cute to her but hasn't interacted with any in person to turn her into a cat-person.

𝟯. 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁?

For some time the troll stands there, awkwardly fidgeting as sharp nails picking at one other as she tries to organize the tangled thoughts.

|| umm.... I guess k:smes:ss:tude. :ron:c^lly :ts been my most st^ble qu^dr^nt, even :f : don't h^ve many long term rel^t:onsh:ps. ||

|| ^dm:ttedly : don't usu^lly h^ve qu^dr^nts f:lled, so h^rd to g:ve you ^ good ^nswer ^bout th:s ||

[𝐨𝐨𝐜] Akasha, as much as she wants to fill her red quadrants, is fearful of her flush and pale quadrants. Enough matesprites and moirails have died in unlucky and messy ways to where she's convinced those two quadrants are cursed. She doesn't know it, but she has her ancestor to thank for this. :' D Matespritship would be her favorite if it weren't for the curse connected to it. But as it stands, Kismesissitude is her fav.

[aita-alternia]

[0]KAY I SAW THE KISMESIS [0]F MY LATE M[0]IRAIL SENT S[0]METHING IN HERE S[0] I FIGURED (SEEING AS THE DR[0]NES MAY GET TO HIS HIVE ANY M[0]MENT N[0]W) I SH[0]ULD CLEAR S[0]ME THINGS UP.

RECAP: I (PURPLE, 9 SWEEPS) T[00]K MY M[0]IRAIL (BURGUNDY, 8 SWEEPS) T[0] A MIRTHFUL MESSIAH'S GIG. IT WAS PRETTY CASUAL, AND I'M N[0]T SURE H[0]W MANY TIMES I CAN SH[0]W UP HERE BEF[0]RE IT'S UP T[0] SPACE WITH ME.

THEN SHIT GETS WEIRD. I GUESS THEY DID S[0]METHING WHILE I WASN'T L[00]KING? ANYWAYS A H[0]RDE [0]F CL[0]WNS WAS [0]N THEM AND. I'M SURE Y[0]U CAN GUESS H[0]W THAT ENDED.

I SEE THEIR KISMESIS (? I THINK? I'M H[0]NESTLY N[0]T FULLY SURE WHAT THEIR SITUATI[0]N WAS. AND I D[0]N'T REALLY CARE) LEAVING HERE. WHICH WAS WEIRD, I MEAN, I D[0]N'T THINK EITHER I [0]R MY M[0]IRAIL T[0]LD HIM AB[0]UT THIS.

I DECIDE T[0] F[0]LL[0]W HIM. L[0]NG ST[0]RY SH[0]RT HE FLIPPED [0]UT AND N[0]W I'M L[0]CKED IN AN ABLUTI[0]N TRAP.

UNSURE WHAT T[0] D[0]. I D[0]N'T THINK I CAN GET [0]UT WITH[0]UT BEING SEEN, BUT IF I D[0]N'T I'LL PR[0]BABLY DIE WITH HIM.

D[0] I TAKE THE G[0]LDBL[00]D WITH ME, DESPITE THE SITUATI[0]N? D[0] I TRY T[0] FIGHT? [0]R D[0] I JUST SIT HERE AND WAIT T[0] DIE?

^DDITION^L INFO

JEGUS CHRIST UHM. WELL I SURE WOULDNT JUST W^IT TO DIE IN YOUR SHOES, BUT ^LSO I DO NOT RE^LLY KNOW WH^T ID DO IN THIS SITU^TION, SO ILL EXTEND THE QUESTION TO MY FOLLOWERS

[ase-trollplays]

✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* I suppose so. I'm not ★ m★n of t★ct, ★t le★st not when it isn't highly imper★tive. ★nd fret not! I'll buy it if the employees try to stick you with the cost. I'm best friends with ★ t★ilor who could fix the poor l★d right up, good ★s new. No need to w★ste money on something you don't w★nt, ★fter ★ll. Now let's see ★bout freeing you from it. *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

>> You reach for the lobster plush and very daintily and gingerly wiggle and lift it off its horn until it's free with minimal damage other than the offending impalement wound. With a triumphant smile, you hold up the plush with pride before returning your attention to your acquaintance.

✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* There we ★re! Much better, wouldn't you s★y so? I'll be t★king this ch★rming fellow off your h★nds, if th★t's ★lright. I ★lre★dy h★ve ★ n★me for him. *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

>> You tuck the lobster under your arm (Though part of you wants to be silly and prop it on your head) and look at the myriad of plushes when it asks about a bear.

✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* ★h, I see we h★ve ★ common go★l. I'm ★lso buying ★ plush for ★ friend, though I'm looking for ★ sn★il-- The biggest they've got, in f★ct! It's so difficult to find them. Nobody ★ppreci★tes the cuteness ★nd joys of g★stropods, it seems. ★ pity, re★lly. I've seen ★ couple of pillow-sized plushes, but I w★nt something ★t le★st three feet t★ll. *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* ★★h, but you don't w★nt to he★r me pr★ttling on. I s★w ★ delightful Djungelskog be★r one ★isle over, but it's only forty inches t★ll, I'm ★fr★id. H★rdly ★ good size for someone t★ller th★n me, h★h★h★h★! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* You would think ★ species with trolls who ★ver★ge eight feet in height would cr★ft ★dequ★tely l★rge plushes, but ★l★s, they're difficult to come ★cross unless you speci★l order it online. *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You pause in your effort to get the lobster off and turn to look at this troll in the black and white tank top.

"...do you ask everyone you offer help to this way? Sure, I guess."

He's not Quilis, but he's still got height on him.

"I'm trying not to damage it much more, though I'm sure the store will make me buy it regardless." You sigh. It's not that you can't afford it - you can - but you didn't want a lobster.

You've got nothing against them, but given you don't have a home, you have limited space for plushes, and you frequently move locations so the empire - or anyone else - doesn't find you.

"You haven't seen a bear plush around, have you? I need a decent sized one. The troll I'm buying it for is even taller than you."

[billdenbrough]

daily reminder that i am a lucas sinclair rights activist 

[ladycamdens]

H*rringrove shippers are literally the only shippers I've ever seen to act like this? I've seen them claim steddie fanfic writers are stealing generic fanfic tropes from their fics as well, which is... Wow. Also I've seen two people just these past few days claim mechanic!Eddie is stolen from b*lly fans too, when that only came about because Eddie canonically hangs out at the auto repair shop and reads magazines about cars, it was a whole thing.

I have nothing against h*rringrove but I've never read any fanfics or gotten into the ship and now I definitely have no interest to, not even for curiousity's sake lmao.

Scratch that, I've also seen e*issy shippers complain about steddie shippers using dialogue bits from the drug deal for steddie fics. I think it's just the ST fandom being so insanely big it's inevitably full of weirdos.

100% all of this. i don’t actually have an issue with h*rringrove as a ship but their shippers act like they invented literary expression. it’s genuinely unhinged? in total we saw eddie and steve interact a lot more than steve and billy so naturally a lot of their ship’s basis is trope heavy. much like it’s not a h*rringrove specific thing for a “bad boy” character to call a prissy upperclass boy pretty boy.

in canon billy isn’t actually very likeable so they really need to understand that their interpretation is mostly projection from other fans. therefore that projection is going to line up with stuff we know to be canonically true about eddie/other characters.

i haven’t seen any e*issy shippers complaining but it doesn’t surprise me. steddie is a very very popular ship and bc it’s been so well received w fans i think it’s easy to be bitter about it lol

[firespirited]

7th of June 2022. Stranger things theory. Massive potential spoiler alert. Do not read unless you really want to. Maybe read on the 7th of July once you've seen part 2 of s4?

Do not read unless you want to be miserable until July 7th. Wild and improbable theory. Writing for my own memory. Do not read unless you really want to.

Potential spoilers do not read ahead. names censored to not be aggregated by search engines.

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An article on s4 indicated a reddit theory of W*ll as s5 boss, I have not read it but it resonated after seeing S3 & S4 part 1 back to back. I don't really want this theory to be real, I'd prefer an internal battle of the magic children from the lab vs their killer. However the odd passive characterisation of W*ll in S3 & 4 lead me to think he's the key.

A recurring theme in ST is that when someone or something psychically reaches out, the link goes both ways. W*ll was able to see the m*ndflayer, El saw B*lly's strongest memories. In 1979 v*cna entered a formless dimension and slowly recreated important elements to himself in a disjointed way. In 19*83 this dimension encountered the sensitive and incredibly powerful imagination of W*ll B*ers and began to shape itself. The m*ndflayer worked for v*cna or vice versa seeking out El*ven but the psychic link to W*ll's mind shaped the landscape and the rules of the upside-d*wn and only W*ll can end it. A part of his psyche inhabits the upside-d*wn, i don't think it has intentionality like v*cna's drive to rule the world but it has a great power. He must accept that grieving scared child as a part of himself and embrace love or killing v*cna and closing the gate won't end things. The painting is a revelation. He might be gay, he might be emotionally trapped in 1983-1984 before everything went wrong, he might be both. He is incomplete without the part of himself that lives over there or the healing he needs to do. Part of the story may be that v*cna entered a goblin king style deal or that part of his strong mind gives power to v*cna beyond his pathetic sadism and wish to reshape the world. W*ll's subconscious will is the final boss or a key piece in the mechanics of the upside down. The choice of Alan Turing as his historical hero is two fold, he was gay, bullied but he was a visionary like W*ll the wise most importantly he believed that the mind could be recreated. I think there is a replica or a shaping of the psychic dimension 'in his image' or mirroring the frightened mind used to taking refuge in fantasy. The dgorgons existed before him, v*cna and the m*ndflayer did too, they just floated in a void not a mirror image, the UD existed as fragmented images from the victims until full psychic contact gave fantasy rules, options for escape and the detailed landscapes. Children don't develop full compassion until their mid teens, their minds can be shortsighted and selfish, it's a fascinating area of psych study especially in cases of minors committing acts of cruelty, child soldier emotional arrested development, teen brain injury and anti social tendancies that dissappear with adulthood, we're talking gang recruits, cult recruits, hate groups... a young mind can be relentlessly focused on survival to the exclusion of all others, a concept that's very bleak but very human. Part of growing up is finding out that a childhood friend turned into a violent person. Again, I don't want this storyline but it lines up with an era marked by some violent teen crimes that we have not reckoned with as a society wrt to ages of responsibility and rehabilitation.

Was j*nathan also neglected storywise? No he's made the in character choice to not leave his family and drag down n*ncy's potential and it's making him sad. He's taken a father role, hopefully S5 allows him to trust his brother's strength.

[just-more-trolls]

~=Breaking the Cycle=~

tw: physical and emotional abuse and the subsequent aftermath of it all

05/23/200X

@ll I remember is cl@ws flying, @nd @ lot of scre@ming over something mund@ne.

Celest took my keybo@rd without @sking for like..the third time. I told her to cut her shit out and @sk for it like a norm@l fucking person.

“Finyan. Canyan I borrow your shit-ass keyboard you barely use?” she asked.

I remember my reply too. “C@n you stop being @n-”nyan” insuffer@ble cunt for three seconds?”

I don’t h@ve th@t keybo@rd @nymore. She sm@shed it in h@lf @g@inst the floor where I w@s st@nding. If I didn’t step @side it would’ve broke across my he@d inste@d. We @rgued sure but l@tely it st@rted r@mping up. She cut deep. It went from c@lling me dumb or the things that I liked stupid, to insulting my @ppe@r@nce, the friends I kept or shit I w@s @ctually insecure @bout in w@ys th@t I @ctu@lly couldn’t shrug off. If I tried insulting her b@ck it resulted in cl@w-open sl@pping or some sort of serious bodily harm. I lost some good clothes to those cl@ws. Kismesissitude isn’t suppose to be like this..is it?

I remember she tried to push me into the oce@n off the sm@ll cliff we were sitting on when I took her to Keyser’s to h@ng out, knowing fully well I couldn’t swim @nd w@s de@thly @fr@id of the w@ter. I tried confronting her @bout it @fter but she pl@yed like she didn’t know.

The other night she broke my keybo@rd w@s the last straw though. She broke my p@tience and I left @ pretty deep sc@r on her chest trying to gouge her he@rt out. She fought me off @nd r@n, never being seen @g@in.

That night something @woke in me. There is @ viscer@l, fer@l part of me that w@nts to hunt her down still. To t@ke that bloodpumper and..I don’t know. E@t it? Put it in @ j@r? Th@t’d be pretty fucked up..h@ving @ he@rt of your ex-kismesis up on @ shelf..

But she won. She definitely h@d th@t ‘if I c@n’t have you no one c@n’ @ttitude and broke me of ever h@ving he@lthy pitches.

The last sentence was heavily, freshly lined out to where it could barely be read, a new sentence scribbled down in fresh ink.

~Cv~ Nuh uh.. Fuck that bitch.. No one past or present will dictate how I’m going to be living MY life..!

~Cv~ I don’t know why I’m writing in an existing entry. Maybe for past me. But I’m going to try and make this better for the both of us. I’m far from perfect and it’s not going to be easy but I’m not letting some cat bitch ruin anything in my future..

~Cv~ You may not have someone to talk to about this, past me. But I’ll be the moirail for both of us I suppose.. We can get through this..

11/14/202X

Kani closed the old journal with a somewhat shaky exhale, tucking it away into a drawer on her night-stand.

“I should write in that more.. Be cool if in the future some descendant or whatever finds it like I found mine..”

[seertale]

Talking colors: PaperJam(PJ). Omni. Killer. Nightmare. Dream. Cross. Ink. Error. Stain. Hope. Fade.

Call It A Game Night.

They decided to have a game night together.  It had been forever since they’d last done so, so they figured it’d be a good idea.  Ink was helping Error set up the first board game, Life.  Dream and Nightmare were working on some food while Cross was looking for some other games stored in the attic.  They were in Nightmare and Killer’s mansion.  Stain came in with some nerf guns, Hope in tow with Fade, and an armful of bottles of alcohol.  Fade had their own armful, mainly because they owned the most alcohol and would be able to help everyone find something they liked.  They set everything on the kitchen counter and Fade made sure they had all the alcohol they’d brought.

“How much did you need?”

“It’s fine, I have a lot.  Besides, I know everyone’s tastes vary.  Do you want help with that food?”

Nightmare nodded, moving to let Fade join in helping them cook.

“Sometimes, I’m surprised that you became a rock star instead of a chef.”

“Well, do you blame me?  I picked up my first electric guitar at 12, I think I’d like to learn how to play it.”

“Whatever.  How are the spouses doing?”

“They’re doing good.  Nel’s out helping shop for baby stuff while I’m here.  I hope she doesn’t cook.”

“Why would you hope your wife doesn’t cook?”

“Have you seen how badly she burns her food?”

Nightmare just chuckled as he plated what he was working on and brought it out to the living room.  He set it on the big buffet table they’d set up for the game night.  As soon as Ink saw the food, he moved to take a bite.  Despite their past, he couldn’t help still being on good terms with Nightmare and would definitely admit to how good he thought Nightmare’s cooking was.

“Oh my god, Night, this is so good.”

Nightmare passed it off with a wave of his hand, “Just wait until Fade brings their food out.  They’re a better cook than I am.”

“Still.  This is really, really good.”

“Ya, ya, I know.”

Dream came out with his food next.  He’d spent all day roasting a ham since he knew how hungry everyone got while drunk.  Cross came down after with a few more games and, after setting them next to the now set out Life, moved to hug Dream.  Dream giggled a bit and hugged him back.

“Hey, Love.”

“Hi.  Having fun?”

“Oh, plenty.  Wanna try the ham?”

“Sure.”

Dream picked up a fork, taking a piece of ham and feeding it to Cross, who immediately hummed in appreciation, “That’s really good.”

“You think all my cooking is good.”

“Ya, but this is really good too.”

He giggled a bit before Cross led him over to the game table.  Fade was coming out with their food.  Stain and Hope had already sat down.

“Alright, who wants something to drink while we wait for arntul Omni and PJ?”

Multiple hands went up and Fade asked them what they thought they wanted before grabbing them.  They grabbed wine and whiskey glasses and poured things accordingly.  Killer quickly came with some cases of beer and set them down next to the game table.

“Sorry it took so long, a Karen was arguing with the shopkeep.”

“It’s alright.  Sit, Fade’s getting us some alcohol.”

Killer nodded and sat next to Nightmare, opening himself a can of beer as Fade started bringing drinks out.  Once everyone had their drinks, they took a quick portal to their house and came back with an alcohol-smoked turkey, just as PJ and Omni arrived.

“Oh, just in time.  We were just about to start,” Killer was shuffling the different decks of cards. “Want anything to drink?”

Omni shook their head, though looked at PJ.

“A beer for now, please.”

Killer nodded and got PJ a beer from the case.  They cracked it open as they sat and Omni moved to get a large plate of food for them both.  Fade sat down next to their adoptive dad, Stain.

“Ok, so we got the expansion pack so we could all play.  Everyone chooses a color.”

They gradually chose their own colors and started the game.

~~~

Everyone but Ink and Omni were at least somewhat inebriated by the time they finished playing Life.  Ink not being inebriated was a bit strange, seeing as he’d had at least fifteen beers and three glasses of whiskey.  Omni hadn’t drunk anything but they did munch.  PJ was leaning against them, waiting for the next game.  Stain, who'd already finished his last turn, was working on the next activity.  Dream seemed the drunkest, but he hadn't passed out yet, so it was probably fine.  After a moment, Stain came back with nerf pistols.

"There's enough for everyone to have one.  Who wants to play nerf hide and seek tag?"

Everyone was immediately in agreement.

"Alright, so someone is the seeker and carries a nerf pistol.  Every time a seeker finds someone, they need to be shot by the seeker or they aren't tagged.  If they are tagged, they then become a seeker too.  Anywhere is free game for hiders.  Who wants to seek first?"

Nightmare raised his hand.

"Alright," Stain handed him a nerf pistol and set the rest on the table. "If you become a seeker, pick one up.  Pops, count to 60."

Nightmare nodded and closed his eyes.  Shuffling could be heard.  Cross currently had his husband on his back, carrying him to a closet on the highest floor.  All the kids Nightmare had were being watched by Red and Blue at Ink's mansion since it had a surplus of rooms.  They had plenty of rooms.  He took Dream into the farthest room from the staircase, carefully setting him down in the walk-in closet.

"Alright, Dreamy.  You've gotta stay quiet or they'll find you."

"Is that bad…?"

"No, but you'll lose the game."

He nodded with a small giggle and Cross closed the door, going to find his own place to hide.

~~~

Knowing his husband really well, Nightmare was able to find Killer first.  He was hiding in the library, small enough to fit in the shadows of one of the towering shelves.  Nightmare just examined the shelves, debating on which one Killer was resting on, before letting off a bullet at random.  He heard a small, boney thunk and a whisper of an ow.

"Got you."

"Fine, you got me."

Killer started to climb down.  Nightmare moved a tentacle to help him.  He couldn't have his husband getting hurt.  Not since he was the only doctor that could fix him immediately.

"Alright, go grab a pistol."

Killer nodded and ran off.

~~~

Stain took a deep breath as he finally situated himself with Hope.  They were hiding in the tub in one of the bathrooms and it was obvious Stain may have to carry Hope once they were found.  Hope, having lower magic, was much more affected by alcohol, so even just a can was pretty much half a bottle of whiskey to him.

When Killer inevitably pulled the curtain back to reveal the two, he immediately became a put worried, seeing as Hope was heavily passed out against Stain.

“We should be alright… we can get him on the couch and we can get him water when he wakes…”

Killer nodded, simply shooting Stain and running off to continue what he was doing.

~~~

He quietly padded down the hall, pistol in his hand.  Out of all the places he would know Fade would hide, he could not, for the life of himself, find his adopted child.  Stain guessed he would have to look in different places.  His first place of search?  The kitchen.  Fade always loved the kitchen and, with how small they were, he wouldn’t doubt they’d shoved themselves in the pantry.  He took a quick peek… only to find out he was wrong.  They weren’t hiding in the pantry.  So then where were they?

They couldn’t fit in any cupboards.  But Stain’s partially inebriated mind definitely thought so, and he started searching the cupboard like he was raiding the kitchen.  Fade was in the cupboards!  Specifically, the cupboards under the sink.  Fade had moved it all to a separate cupboard and squeezed themselves in.  Stain quickly shot them and moved to help them out.

“How did you fit in there?”

“I’ve always been small.”

"Still.  Wow."

They just nodded and went to get a nerf pistol.

~~~

In the meantime, Killer had found PJ and Omni.  It hadn't been hard, since Omni had agreed to make out in the room they were hiding in while waiting.  Now, they were teamed and hunting for others.  Their first go-to would've been Ink since he was usually easy to find depending on the person.  But even then, years of Ink having learned how to hide made him even more dangerous for the seeker.  They paused their search for him when they heard a yell and realized that it probably wasn't a good idea for Ink to be hiding from Nightmare.  They quickly followed the yell.

Nightmare had Ink restrained, mostly because Ink had gone defensive and currently had his hatchet in his hand.  He was struggling to be let go and PJ set their pistol down to comfort their dad.

"Dad, calm down.  It's ok.  It's just hide-and-seek.  No one's gonna hurt you."

"H-How do you kn-know…?"

"Has Nightmare actually hurt you…?"

That's right.  It was Nightmare.  Not Dark.  He hadn't been hurt.  It was just a game.  Ink took in a breath and Nightmare carefully set him down.

"Sorry…"

"It's ok… I'm just… not gonna play for now…"

Nightmare nodded and PJ picked their pistol up again, going with Omni and Nightmare to find the last ones hiding.

~~~

Error now knew why Ink always felt so safe hiding under the bed whenever he got scared.  It was small and cozy and it would be hard to get him out without lifting the bed or him getting out himself.  Despite that, he held his breath when he heard a couple of sets of footsteps and a door open.  Someone was searching the room for him.  It was Stain and Fade.  There was the sound of something being set on the desk in the room before the bed creaked, being lifted up.

"Good morning," a nerf bullet hit him smack-dab in the forehead and he giggled a bit, moving to carefully push himself out.

"Why hello there."

"Did you sleep well?"

Error stood, "Very."

"Dad's downstairs on the couch next to Hope.  Otherwise, we found Cross and we're gonna gang up on Dream."

"I think I'll go to Inky.  What happened?"

"Got a bit scared by Pops, but he's ok."

Error nodded and went to find Ink.

~~~

Nightmare put a finger to his lips as Cross led the way.  They were all locked and loaded.  Once they got to the room, Cross went over to the walk-in closet door.  He put his hand on the handle and carefully ripped it open.  They were all quickly met with Dream's shrieking laughter as they fired everything at him.  Once they were all out of bullets, Cross moved to check on him while the others picked up the bullets.  He pulled Dream gently against his chest and Dream started to drift to sleep.  He hadn't had alcohol in forever, so it wasn't surprising.

He picked up his husband and took him downstairs to rest.  Error and Ink had set up Monopoly while waiting.  Cross sat at the table, holding Dream in his lap.  After a minute, everyone else took their spots to play.  Killer made sure Hope had something to drink upon waking.  Dream had easily fallen asleep against Cross.  Cross just smiled as they played.

~

Dream was passed out for about an hour before he started to wake up a bit.  The game was still going and he seemed confused since Killer was now yelling at PJ for making him go bankrupt.  Ink laughed a bit from next to Error.

“Monopoly, the game that tears families apart.”

Dream giggled a bit and Cross looked down at him.

“Well, hello there, Dreamy.  Sleep good?”

Dream nodded and moved to get up.  He was kinda hungry.  Cross let him stand, watching him go over to the food table and get himself some turkey.  He seemed content as he sat down again, this time next to Cross, and ate.  Once he was done, he went to put his dishes in the sink and seemed to just completely disappear.  Cross was a bit concerned but kept playing.

~

15 minutes after Dream disappeared, he came back, holding one of the nerf pistols.  He pointed it at Nightmare, the banker.

“Gimme the money.”

Ink was starting to laugh.  Nightmare didn’t respond at first, earning him a nerf bullet to the nose.

“I said gimme.”

Once Nightmare seemed to process what Dream meant by money, Nightmare took a one-dollar monopoly bill and gave it to Dream.  Dream pretty much threw the pistol down.

“Crossy, we’re rich now!”

Ink burst out laughing and Cross stood, hugging Dream.

“That’s great, Dreamy.  Now, why don’t we get you some water and go home?”

“Ok!”

~

This is based on a roleplay with @star-gamerxox

It was an idea we came up with but never got to inact so I had some fun(it's 2206 words, fite me-). It's been in the works for well over two weeks.

Credits:

Nightmare and Dream belong to (insert name everyone knows and I don't wanna say)

Cross belongs to jakie95

Error belongs to loverofpiggies

Ink blongs to comyet

Omni belongs to cereusblue

PaperJam belongs to 7goodangel

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Hope belongs to pepper-mint

Stain belongs to nimaruu

Fade(a technical fusion but not quite) belongs to me(seertale)

Nel(laya) is the wife in Fade's poly, mentioned as the one they hope doesn't cook, and belongs to @star-gamerxox

[vanguardofparadox]

S[Es]sion [No]t[Es]:

I’ve been o[U]t here a while exploring beyond [Th]e F[U]r[Th][Es]t Ring, [Th]e endl[Es]s [No][Th]ingn[Es]s of [Pa][Ra]dox S[Pa]ce between different S[Es]sion’s Medi[U]ms, [Th][At] I sometim[Es] don’t [Th]ink abo[U]t my own S[Es]sion for Wip[Es] [At] a time. It’s been [At] least 413 days since I last visited it, so I fig[U]red [No]w is as good a time as any for me to recap where I c[Am]e [Fr]om.

My n[Am]e is Hrisch Seprex, and I [Am] [Th]e Chief Explorer of Alternia’s Inter-Dimensional [Th]re[At] Ass[Es]sment te[Am]. When [Th]e Alternian Empire learned of [Th]e existence of [Pa][Ra]dox S[Pa]ce, Her Imperial Cond[Es]cension herself decided [Th][At] it m[U]st be inv[Es]tig[At]ed and f[U]lly [U]nderstood to find o[U]t if it was a new [Fr]ontier for Alternia to conq[U]er, or a new b[At]tle[Fr]ont [Th][At] m[U]st be defended against [At] all costs.

[Th][At] was over 612 Sweeps ago. Fo[U]r trolls [U]sed a piece of software masq[U]e[Ra]ding as a g[Am]e to gain acc[Es]s to [Pa][Ra]dox S[Pa]ce, ca[U]sing a massive meteor storm in [Th]e proc[Es]s. Fort[U]n[At]ely, [Th]e Planetary Defense Grid saved [Th]e planet [Fr]om [Th]is fiery s[Pa]ce-born c[At]aclysm, and [Th]e Cond[Es]ce’s military managed to stop [Th]e “G[Am]e” before all fo[U]r trolls co[U]ld enter.

[Th]is g[Am]e expr[Es]sed itself in [Th]e form of an inter-dimensional s[Pa]ce called [Th]e Medi[U]m. It was a planetary system wi[Th] seve[Ra]l planets all inhabited by fantastical alien [Ra]c[Es]. As [Th][Es]e fo[U]r rebel trolls fo[U]nd [Th]eir plans for dimensional crossing being [Th]warted by HIC’s troops, [Th]eir te[Am] coh[Es]ion snapped, and [Th]e goldblooded mastermind behind [Th]e g[Am]e code released a ~ATH vir[U]s [Th][At] killed every[Th]ing in [Th]eir Medi[U]m and [Pa]rtially c[Ra]shed [Th]eir S[Es]sion.

J[U]mping ahead to [Th]e pr[Es]ent, I was recr[U]ited for [Th]e Inter-Dimensional [Th]re[At] Ass[Es]sment te[Am] after discovering a robot [Th][At] had origin[At]ed [Fr]om [Pa][Ra]dox S[Pa]ce. I was told [Th][At] I wo[U]ld be modifying [Th]e g[Am]e code to r[Es]tart [Th]e failed S[Es]sion. On [Th]e orders of [Th]e Cond[Es]ce herself, I wo[U]ld [Th]en have to enter as a player along wi[Th] [Th]e Jadeblooded Hemophage [Fr]om [Th]e original fo[U]r (her Rebellio[U]s Dre[Am]s somewh[At] c[U]rbed after spending h[U]ndreds of Sweeps as a [Po]litical prisoner).

Over all [Th]ose sweeps, o[Th]er trolls had managed to [Pu]rge [Th]e ~ATH vir[U]s [Fr]om [Th]e S[Es]sion and even mapped o[U]t [Th]e Medi[U]m by expeditions [Th][At] made [U]se of a device called a t[Ra]ns[Po]rtalizer [Th][At] had been fo[U]nd in [Th]e r[U]ins of a temple near [Th]e hive of one of [Th]e rebels. [Th]ey were also able to g[At]her all [Th]e b[U]ilding m[At]erials released by [Th]is mass extinction event.

We also fo[U]nd o[U]t [Th][At] [Th]is g[Am]e had been played in m[U]ltiple timelin[Es], and we were somehow considered to be an offshoot b[Ra]nch of wh[At] was considered to be [Th]e “Alpha Timeline”. Except [Th][At] all divergent b[Ra]nch[Es] were s[U]p[Po]sed to wi[Th]er off and die o[U]t, and somehow o[U]rs hadn’t.

We didn’t have e[No][U]gh players to properly r[Es]tart [Th]e s[Es]sion however. [Th]e g[Am]e, which had to be modified to even consider me to be a candid[At]e for being a player, had classepected me as a Rog[U]e of Doom. [Th]e Hemophage prisoner who was to accom[Pa]ny me had originally been classpected as a Maid of Blood, b[U]t after my modific[At]ions, [Th]e g[Am]e was tre[At]ing her as a Knight of S[Pa]ce.

(Nei[Th]er of [Th][Es]e m[At]ched [Th]e classpect of her co[U]nter[Pa]rt in [Th]e “Alpha Timelime”. In fact, [No]ne of [Th]e fo[U]r players did. [Th]is co[U]ld be beca[U]se o[U]r Alternia was so vastly divergent [Fr]om [Th]e o[Th]er [Th]ey were effectively different trolls entirely. [Fr]om wh[At] I [U]nderstand, in [Th]e o[Th]er timeline [Th][At] we have d[At]a on, [Th]ey had a dozen players, instead of o[U]r q[U]artet of rebels.)

[Th]e Cond[Es]ce had forbidden anyone else b[U]t me and [Th]e Rebel Dre[Am]er of a Jadeblood [Fr]om being players in [Th]e r[Es]tart S[Es]sion, so I had to get cre[At]ive. [Th]ro[U]gh some shenanigans involving Time T[Ra]vel and Ectobiology, I was able to make a [Pa][Ra]dox Clone of myself whom [Th]e g[Am]e assigned [Th]e classpect of Prince of Time, giving o[U]r r[Es]tarted S[Es]sion a Time player to go along wi[Th] o[U]r S[Pa]ce player.

One [Th]ing I didn’t co[U]nt on wo[U]ld be my Prince of Time [Pa][Ra]dox Clone [Th]en [U]sing time t[Ra]vel to go back in time and set [U]p all [Th]e divergenc[Es] of o[U]r timeline [Fr]om [Th]e s[U]p[Po]sed “Alpha”, before ret[U]rning to join [Th]e S[Es]sion wi[Th] [U]s. A second [Th]ing I hadn’t seen coming was [Th]e fact [Th][At] [Th]e Ectobiology eq[U]ipment wo[U]ld a[U]tom[At]ically make a second [Pa][Ra]dox Clone, who ended [U]p being classpected as a Seer of Void.

[Th][At] backstory o[U]t of [Th]e way, let me get to [Th]e act[U]al d[Es]cription of my Medi[U]m. As I said, [Th]e Alternian Military had intervened before [Th]e original g[Am]e S[Es]sion was completely started, and all life in [Th]e Medi[U]m was wiped o[U]t.

[Th]e first player to enter was [Th]e goldblooded “Mastermind” behind [Th]e g[Am]e. His split personality manif[Es]ted into two different dre[Am]selv[Es] wi[Th] differing classpects, Heir of Mind and [Pa]ge of [Ra]ge. His planet was [Th]e Land of Flare and Calcite, comprised of clear crystals [Th][At] do[U]ble-re[Fr]act any light. He prototyped his Kernalsprite wi[Th] a dead serverhive. [Th]is had [Th]e effect of making [Th]e [U]nderlings and King and Q[U]een [No]n-mobile, b[U]t if yo[U] got too close to [Th]em yo[U] co[U]ld still be st[U]ng by be[Es].

He was followed by [Th]e rebels’ “M[Es]siah” fig[U]re, a m[U]tant-blooded Mage of Heart. His planet was [Th]e Land of Cherri[Es] and Longing, which s[Po]rted for[Es]ts of cherry-blossom tre[Es]. He prototyped his Kernalsprite wi[Th] [Th]e Blood of his similarly rebellio[U]s Anc[Es]tor, a s[Am]ple of which had been reverse-alchemitized by [Th]e “Mastermind” o[U]t of [Th]e inexplicably tall [Pa]ir of [Pa]nts [Th]e heretical seer of an Anc[Es]tor been wearing [At] his exec[U]tion. Re[Po]rtedly [Th]e plan was to try to [U]se [Th][At] blood to be able to acc[Es]s [Th]ose seer [Po]wers in some way.

[Th]e [Th]ird and final entry of [Th]e original S[Es]sion was [Th]e rebels’ leader, an Oliveblood whom styled herself as “[Th]e Lion[Es]s”. Her classpect was Witch of Bre[At]h, and in an [U]n[U]s[U]al de[Pa]rt[U]re [Fr]om [Th]e p[At]tern for Bre[At]h players, her planet was [Th]e Land of Rivers and Savannah. ([Th]e prevailing [Th]eory [Fr]om [Th]e analysis te[Am] is [Th][At] [Th]e Rivers are standing in for [Th]e [U]s[U]al meteorological phe[No]me[No]n, beca[U]se [Th]ey’re still a close metaphor for Bre[At]h’s [U]nrelenting drive and direction of [Pu]r[Po]se.) She prototyped her Kernalsprite wi[Th] a “Magic C[U]e Ball”, an artifact associ[At]ed wi[Th] [Th]e Green Moonman’s failed rebellion, [Th]e one r[Es][Po]nsible for HIC banning ad[U]lts [Fr]om [Th]e Alternain Homeworld.

Many aspects of [Th]e SGR[U]B Rebellion tried to borrow historical weight [Fr]om [Th]e t[Ra]itors [Th][At] had come before. In addition to [Th]e m[U]tant-blood anc[Es]tor mentioned above, and [Th]eir ti[Es] to [Th]e Green Moonman fig[U]re, [Th]e fact [Th][At] [Th]ere were fo[U]r core conspir[At]ors was an echo of [Th]e Tet[Ra]rchs’ Rebellion [Th][At] had immedi[At]ely preceded [Th]em.

As I had mentioned, [Th]e fo[U]r[Th] player was stopped before she co[U]ld enter. Had my Rebel Dre[Am]er com[Pa]nion, who [At] [Th]e time called herself “[Th]e Primagen” entered, [Th]ere were plans to [U]se a dead M[At]riorb for her Kernalsprite’s prototyping.

When I r[Es]tarted [Th]e S[Es]sion after modifying [Th]e g[Am]e’s code, my initial entry as [Th]e Rog[U]e of Doom gave me [Th]e Land of F[U]sion and Enigmas, a planet littered wi[Th] c[Ra]zy [Am]alg[Am]s of items [Th][At] have been haphazardly combined via [Pu]nchcard alchemy. [Th]is land is also [No]table for [Th]e n[U]mero[U]s faeri[Es] darting [Th]ro[U]gh [Th]e air.

My Jadeblood Rebel Dre[Am]er of a [Pa]rtner was given [Th]e Land of Cobbl[Es]ton[Es] and Pen[U]mb[Ra], an a[Es][Th]etic [Th][At] I feel might better have s[U]ited [Th]e Maid of Blood classpect [Th][At] she’d been originally assigned. As a S[Pa]ce Player, she sho[U]ld have had a land wi[Th] [Fr]ogs instead; [Th]is was [Th]e first evidence [Th][At] my g[Am]e modding had beg[U]n to ca[U]se glitch[Es] in [Th]e g[Am]e’s systems.

For my [Pa][Ra]dox Clone, [Th]e Prince of Time, his planet was [Th]e Land of M[U]shrooms and Perc[U]ssion, a landscape of tree-sized m[U]shrooms, inters[Pa]ced wi[Th] b[U]ilding-sized dr[U]ms, cymbals, and be[At]box[Es] of all kinds, incl[U]ding a snare dr[U]m [Th]e size of a small city. [Th]is is a [Pa]rtic[U]larly hostile planet, as hidden in [Th]e crown of each of [Th]ose giant m[U]shrooms is an explosive [At]omic device, and sho[U]ld a tree topple [Fr]om [Th]e vibr[At]ions of nearby dr[U]mming, [Th]e device deton[At][Es]. Even so, [Th]is Land gave my mission vital inform[At]ion for o[U]r initial navig[At]ion beyond [Th]e F[U]r[Th][Es]t Ring.

As for [Th]e second [Pa][Ra]dox Clone, [Th]e Seer of Void, [Th]e g[Am]e glitched o[U]t entirely when trying to gener[At]e [Th]e planet for his entry, likely [Th]e r[Es][U]lt of all my t[Am]pering wi[Th] [Th]e codebase. Instead of a proper land, he was given a planet-sized Perfectly Generic C[U]be, which [Th]e g[Am]e labelled as [Th]e Land of Perfection and Genericisim.

Yo[U]’ll [No]tice [Th][At] I haven’t mentioned wh[At] prototyp[Es] we gave any of o[U]r Kernelsprit[Es]. [Th][At]’s beca[U]se we waited [U]ntil [Po]st-entry for [Th]e prototyping proc[Es]s. Everyone was in agreement [Th][At] [Th]ree Seprex[Es] were two too many, and we [U]sed a chain of self-prototyping shenanigans to fix [Th][At] problem:

1. All of Seprex’s Dre[Am]selv[Es] were killed. 2. Two of [Th]e Dre[Am]selv[Es] were [U]sed to prototype [Th]e Jadeblood’s Sprite, and [Th]e remaining Dre[Am]self was [U]sed as [Th]e first tier prototype on one of [Th]e Seprex[Es]’ Kernelsprit[Es]. 3. [Th]e Jadeblood’s f[U]lly prototyped Sprite^2 was [Th]en [U]sed as [Th]e second tier prototyping on Seprex’s Sprite, merging all [Th]ree dre[Am]selv[Es] into a com[Po]site Sprite^3. 4. [Th]e Rog[U]e of Doom, Prince of Time, and Seer of Void all were allowed to achieve God Tier, merging wi[Th] [Th]eir dre[Am]selv[Es] into one re[U]nified persona (Yo[U]rs tr[U]ly.)

[Th]is still left two [U][Np]rototyped Kernelsprit[Es]. [Th]e dead singly-prototyped Sprit[Es] [Fr]om [Th]e first s[Es]sion were collected. [Th]e Serverhive Sprite and Magic C[U]e Ball Sprite were prototyped on one of Seprex’s remaining Kernelsprit[Es], reviving [Th]em, incl[U]ding [Th]e fact [Th][At] [Th]ey each had tier two prototyping slots open. [Th]ose two open slots were [Th]en [U]sed to prototype a f[U]lly [U]pg[Ra]ded “[U]ltim[At]e” Alchimeter (wi[Th] integr[At]ed t[Ra]ns[Po]rtalizer & ectobiology f[U]nctions) in [Th]e first slot, and in [Th]e second, [Th]e hardware for AI-DARA (Artificially Intelligent D[At]a Analysis Rec[U]rsive Algori[Th]m) v.2.35, [Th]e Artificial Intelligence reverse engineered [Fr]om two identical robots, one fo[U]nd by [Th]e original SGR[U]B rebels and [Th]en capt[U]red by [Th]e Cond[Es]ce’s troops, and [Th]e o[Th]er one [Th][At] I had fo[U]nd prior to being recr[U]ited.

As for [Th]e final Kernalsprite, it remains [U]n-prototyped back on LOPAG. RD has been promised [Th][At] for her co-oper[At]ion on [Th]e mission, when it is complete, [Th][At] final sprite will be prototyped wi[Th] [Th]e dead sprite belonging to “[Th]e M[Es]siah” of her original player gro[U]p, as well as [Th]e dead m[At]riorb [Th][At] she’d originally wanted to [U]se. It hasn’t yet been decided wh[At] she will be allowed to [Pu]t into [Th]e final prototyping slot [Th][At] will be open. AI-DARA has s[U]gg[Es]ted [Th][At] her newly [U]pg[Ra]ded Sprite form wo[U]ld be [Th]e optimal choice, b[U]t as wi[Th] many [Th]ings abo[U]t my exploring com[Pa]nion, [Th][At]’s [No]t a decision I’m a[U][Th]orized to make.

By ab[U]sing [Th]e prototyping mechanic as we have, we’ve managed to achieve seve[Ra]l [U]sef[U]l benefits. As I [Am] technically RD’s Sprite, she can s[U]mmon me wi[Th] her Sprite Pendant. Similarly, as AI-DARA is technically my sprite, she can be be stored in My Sprite Pendant, giving me [U]lt[Ra]-[Po]rtable acc[Es]s to bo[Th] her k[No]wledge base and predictive f[U]nctions, as well as a whole Phernalia Registry’s wor[Th] of eq[U]ipment.

One o[Th]er c[U]rio[U]s property abo[U]t my home Medi[U]m: While [Th]ere are 7 Planets total in [Th]e system, [No]t co[U]nting Derse and Prospit, [Th]ey are s[Pa]ced in [Th]eir orbits between Skaia and Veil as if [Th]ere were 8. RD has taken [Th]is as a sign [Th][At] o[U]r s[Es]sion was meant to have a Land of {something} and [Fr]ogs, b[U]t we have to find one and bring it back. I do [No]t disco[U][Ra]ge her independent search for [Th]is, as s[U]ch activity still aligns wi[Th] o[U]r mission.

[ask-all-colours-of-the-spectrum]

Of Metal and Music, strong and slow

A valentine day story to finally seal that one ship I've wanted to happen among my Fantrolls. Appreciate it, I spent quite a while and braincells on it and I'm aware myself it's not great lmao.

-

The small Rustblood actually believed he'd lost him forever after that incident. He couldn't believe his Moirail either when she told him, since she refused to let him see him. But recently, they've come across each others ways the same when they've first met- by bumping into each other. And he'd even ask the same:

"-O-h- -i-m s-o-rry... -a-r-e- y-o--u- -o-k-a-y?"

Neither of them expected to see each other again. Minutes of crying in each others arms later, they've decided to meet again soon. They had to talk.

Few days later. February 14th. They met up in an alley more in the Highblood parts of the street. A Rust in that part wasn't seen a lot here, but seeing him together with an Indigo made it less questioning. The two were at the Indigo's hive, not doing much but mostly talk about things that happened during the sweeps they were apart.

"...t-o- b-e- h-o-n-e-st... -i- th-o--u-ght -i- l-o-st my s-e-ns-e- t-o- b-e- -a-bl-e- t-o- s-e--e- -a-t -a-ll. -i- th-o--u-ght -I-m j-u-st... W-e-ll.. -a- r-o-b-o-t."

"To me.. you're just _s full of emotion _s _lw_ys.." The rust shook his head a bit, trying not to be too awkward "..sorry if I sound weird.. I'm not too prep_red to be honest.."

"-i-ts f-i-n-e-... -i-m n-o-t -e--i-th-e-r" He chuckles a bit at that.

"oh- guess th_ts good then?.. heh, I don't know.." He then remembered something"By the w_y.. wh_t _bout your Moir_il?.."

"Ch-e--i-r-i-? W-e-'r-e- g-o--o-d... -i-ts j-u-st l-i-k-e- -a-lw-a-ys..."

"The w_y you s_y this worries me _lre_dy...."

"-i-ts f-i-n-e-, y-o--u- d-o-n't h-a-v-e- t-o- w-o-rry -a-b-o--u-t m-e-.. r-e--a-lly."

"..._lright, fine. I'll believe you.. just ple_se.. T_lk to me if there's every _nything.."

"-i- w-i-ll B-a--i--o-r-i-.. -i- pr-o-m-i-s-e- -i- w-i-ll.."

The two talk a bit for and do some things. And later, it was time to leave.

"so.. see you _g_in sometime?.."

"f-o-r s-u-r-e.."

The two wrap their arms around each other one last time. Picking the much smaller rust up a bit, he whispers to him;

"Fl-u-sh-e-d f-o-r y-o--u- B-a--i--o-r-i-."

He opened his eyes, glancing up and then down again, as well whispering:

"Flushed for you too Ighnis.."

[ase-trollplays]

H●ly shit. Your eyes △re c●●l! Like, w●w. I’ve never seen eyes like y●urs. They’re pretty. △ls●, △m I ●ne of the gh●sts y●u c△n see? Cuz if s●, yikes, th△t’s emb△rr△ssing. S●rry △b●ut the p△j△m△s. I kinda died in them.

△NYW△YS, y●ur △rms l●●k kick△ss. H●w’d y●u l●se them, △nd h●w’d y●u △ff●rd high qu△lity repl△cements? Y●u g●t △ g●●d p△ying side hustle ●r s●mething?

Y●ur h●rns △re super unique-l●●king, △nd s●’s y●ur h△ir. Is th△t white stre△k n△tur△l? Wh△t I c△n see ●f y●ur t△tt●●s l●●ks △wes●me. △nd the p△nts? Nice. T●t△lly underr△ted l●●k.

8.5/10 Y●u’re the c●●lest pers���n I’ve seen s● f△r.

Not expecting much since it's early, but I think it's time I did a judgement meme for Amprus so I can get a better feel for her voice.

You know the drill: reblog with a troll or oc and she'll give her opinion.

[cloudbattrolls]

ase-trollplays​:

>> You look at them curiously when they don’t respond to anything you said and start looking around. You’re about to ask what’s wrong when they slit their wrist open a bit with their own claw. Talking to you couldn’t have been so terrible they’d rather end it all, could it!? However, instead of blood you see worms wriggling about. Your jaw just about drops to the ground.

>> They aren’t a troll, are they. They’re sentient worms in a troll meat suit. You grab their arm and take a closer look at the worms. You’re tempted to pull the wound open more to get a better look, though thankfully you have enough restraint to keep yourself from doing that. Honestly, how rude would that be?

✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* ★m★zing. I c★n’t remember the l★st time I s★w something like this, or if I ever h★ve. I c★n’t rec★ll ★nything like this in recent memory, but surely I must h★ve ★t some point…? ★bsolutely ★stounding. *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

>> You’re mostly muttering to yourself under your breath. You’re trying to recall any species you’ve observed in the past that come close to this. You wouldn’t be able to imitate them but–

>> It takes you a moment to realize what you’re doing and you immediately let go of them and back away.

✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* O-oh goodness, I’m so sorry! I don’t know wh★t c★me over me! I just–! … Well, while we’re being honest with e★ch other, I feel compelled to come cle★n ★s well. Give me one moment ★nd I’ll show you wh★t I me★n. *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

>> You close your eyes for a few moments before opening them back up to reveal blue sclera and white pupils. Your smile is as wide as ever.

✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* You see, I’m not ★ troll, either. It’s t★ken ne★rly sixty sweeps, but it seems I’ve fin★lly found ★nother ★lien on this pl★net. You’re spect★cul★r; I’ve never seen ★ being like you. *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

>> You close your eyes again and, after a few moments, they’re back to looking like normal troll eyes.

“H - hey! That’s real skin, you know!” You protest as he grabs your arm, but you’re too surprised to do much about it. “I grow it myself!”

Oh good job Tuuya, you definitely don’t sound like a freak he’ll want to cull. Just write a sign saying GROSS PARASITE SWARM, TERRIFIC IDIOT and put it on the stand.

“Bwuh - what? What are you talking about?” Your voice is afraid, a tad confused, a bit curious. “I really hope you haven’t! I hope there’s no other...sapient blood drinking worm swarms out there...”

You wince as you admit your awful diet. But it’s truth time, and he deserves to be warned.

Oh phew, he backs off. It’s not even that you mind so much it’s just...strange. You look intently at your stand counter, embarrassed by his enthusiasm again.

Then you look up, even more confused, ears flicking rapidly in confusion.

Oh. Oh.

Huh.

...oh. He thinks you’re - oh no, poor thing.

You groan and hold your face in your hands.

“I’m very sorry, but no. I’m not an alien. I’m an undead made from a modified rainbowdrinker parasite. A monster of science, that’s all. I do know an alien, but she’s off Alternia right now and I’m not sure the two of you would get along.”

Two, if you count Ailene - but she needs to be kept safe, and she’s never known anything but Alternia anyway.

“I’m not spectacular at all.” You sigh. “I almost attacked you and drank your blood earlier over something petty! I’m not proud of that, but it’s true. I’m sorry, you deserve some good company of your kind and unfortunately you found me. And I’ve known how to knit quite a while, though I tend to sew more. Also, get some higher standards for friends, my goodness.”

He’s as bad as Claire. Peas in a pod, the two of them.

[ase-trollplays]

△△△ww, wh△t! H●w’d y●u get t● keep y●ur b●dy?? Th△t’s △wes●me! H●w d● y●u e△t ●r drink? D● y●u even need t● △nym●re? I t△ke b△ck wh△t I s△id t● the l△st guy. Y●U’RE the c●●lest pers●n I’ve seen t●night! △ls●, y●u c△n see me, which is emb△rr△ssing, but y●u’re still c●●l!

Y●ur h●rns l●●k s●●●● △wes●me! I’ve never seen h●rns th△t l●●k s● j△gged but still m△ke △ h●rn sh△pe. Like △ bunch ●f re△lly little h●rns th△t c●il △r●und t● m△ke pr●per h●rns ●r s●mething.

10/10 De△d tr●ll s●lid△rity!

Not expecting much since it's early, but I think it's time I did a judgement meme for Amprus so I can get a better feel for her voice.

You know the drill: reblog with a troll or oc and she'll give her opinion.