#but then it is tuuya. them worms love clothes

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✴️ ♔(#1) ✍️ Tuuya

☼ - How does your character usually dress in daily life?

Tuuya has all sorts of daily outfits, tbh. If they're feeling fancy they have their nice vest and puffy-sleeved shirt plus nice shorts over tights, but they could just as easily be lazy and wear a funny t-shirt with a snail on it and some sweat pants. It depends on if they're going out, and if they are, if they're seeing friends, and even then what friends they're seeing. Lots of things factor in. They only wear their sluttier outfits around their quads, most times.

♔- How does your character usually dress for a fancy event?

Tuuya has so many fancy outfits too! Damn fashionable worms. They might wear a suit, but they have a bit of a preference for dresses, and these days they love to wear things in their quads' colors - silver and pink, or red for Claire since she's their best friend. Lime accents for Uunive, as their daughter.

✍ How does your character usually dress when going to work/school?

Tuuya has a specific work outfit they designed themself (because of course they did) though this is more specifically for when they want to be Seen and Paid Attention To, when they are busy being "The Thing in the Red Coat" as they are sometimes called when they go a-murderin' and a-destroyin' corrupt highbloods' stuff. But when they're on more stealthy missions they dress to blend in wherever they are, or as whoever they're impersonating, since they can do that with shapeshifting.

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Might Makes Wrong

Gliese Benral | Benral Hedge Maze | Present Night

Gliese, for all her tendency to snarl and slash at anything that threatened her, could be patient.

The blueblood could send her new necromantic constructs - far more hardy and mobile than her first ones, which had come apart with one good kick and and moved at a snail’s pace - out to patrol the corners of her hedge maze and report back to her. Creations of bone, magically improved dead flesh, and plants, they served her well.

She could have them trap a zombie, entangling her in thorny vines.

Gliese rode up to the struggling, flailing undead on her lusus, the psychic wearing a hard and satisfied grin.

“Well, well, well, look who we have here. The world’s shittiest undead. Any last words, chickie?”

Zeller looked at her with genuine fear in her mismatched eyes, her large ears pinned back.

“I don’t - I haven’t come close in weeks, love, what’s this about? I’ve hardly even seen Shedir lately…”

She sounded sad about it. Boo fucking hoo.

“Who cares?” Drawled the cuspy cerulean. “You’re here now, this is still my territory. I knew if I just waited a few weeks, your ugly mug would pop up again. Anyway, time to die, unless you do have some last words.”

“Wait!” said the woman, panicked. “I - I promise I was coming to tell you something helpful. About the mannequins.”

The hare troll’s eyebrows raised and she shifted her position on her lusus. The giant saber-toothed hare, despite his more limited expressions, looked just as dismissive as his charge. One lapine ear flicked idly as his daughter considered her captive’s words.

“Why?” Asked Gliese bluntly. “Why would you fucking bother? You know I want to kill you, and now I can, no matter what regeneration you have. As far as I’m concerned, I’m doing everyone a favor, especially me.” Her nose wrinkled as she recalled the undead’s attempts to flirt with her. Fucking gross.

“Please.” begged Zeller, some trace of an almost-familiar accent creeping back into her voice instead of the apparently false one she’d been using. What a dipshit poser.

“Please, the mannequins…you don’t understand how bad it is…you haven’t even been looking into it, have you? That other undead you were so busy with, oh my…I could feel him. Feel his power. A beacon…well, they’re like the hands of a beacon, but I scarce understand why or how.”

“Fuck’s sake, don’t be so cryptic.” Said the blueblood impatiently. “I don’t have all night. Really doing a shit job of convincing me to spare you.”

The plant zombies’ thorny vines gripped the lanky woman tighter and she cried out in pain.

“I’m not - not trying to be!” She said, almost sobbing. “It’s all terribly - augh - terribly tangled! I have trouble following it m-myself! P-please, just loosen…ack…l-loosen them a little…there’s a good girl…”

“Barf.” Said Gliese in disdain, but did so with a flick of her magic, a few blue lights swirling with the usual steady orange glow of her eyes.

“Thank you.” wheezed the zombie, her fancy clothing now mangled and shredded. “You really are…quite the stunner! Ha ha…I don’t mean that like I used to…no, you remind me of him…except better to look at, hahaha…”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re crazy, I get it, now get to the point.” Snapped the highblood. 

“Am I so daft? I guess I am…well, who wouldn’t be…I think I’ve earned a little daftness, for little old me. Little old Zeller had to see trolls dragged away…learned the hard way it was nearly her, for once it was lucky I got my kill stolen! Oh, they like suffering, I think…suffering without cause…screaming and struggling. They remind me of him too…” She trailed off, staring into the hedges.

“Maybe if I had been more like him, I’d have lived! Hm. Or maybe I’d have died…there must have been others who died, it’s been so long, and Tuuya is so much older than me, I hear…”

Zeller said the worm swarm’s name in a strange way; half longing, half jealousy, with a craving that had an ache to it. 

Gliese’s glowing eyes narrowed.

“Okay, I really shouldn’t give a fuck, and I will probably regret asking, but what the hell is your deal with them? You don’t seem to have met them but you’re fucking obsessed. Why?”

The stitched-up undead gave a strange and terrible sad needle smile broken only by a small pair of buckteeth. Her short wavy hair was all askew from her rough treatment.

“Well, dearie, you could say we’re connected.”

Wait. She had teeth like - ears like - hair like - regenerated from fire like -

“Oh holy fuck.” Breathed the blueblood. “No way.” 

Zeller nodded as enthusiastically as she could while trapped by vines.

“God.” Gliese groaned. “I knew I’d regret asking because now I want to know. Now I have to let your dumb ass live a little longer.”

“Ehehehehee…” Zeller laughed giddily and slightly hysterically. “Hooked, hm? Like a little fish? Yes, yes, you’re right…but don’t think I’m the first. No, not me. I was the second…worse luck. The first was him.” She said, and her voice became dead and grim. 

“Him…I won’t speak his name. Maybe Tuuya has said it…let it grime their lips and tongue…I never will again. I didn’t want the face he gave me either, so I changed it, changed the horns too…oh, it helped not an ounce, it didn’t…not when he came calling.” Her voice wobbled with fear and weariness.

“Yeah that’s super sad.” Drawled Gliese uncaringly. “I’m guessing that was your ancestor? Tuuya’s never mentioned anything about theirs, so I’m still in the dark.”

“Good.” Murmured the undead. “Good…let his name die, like he must have if they are free…yes, my ancestor and theirs. The Lifeweaver. Ha! Should have called him Deathbringer…but he failed after all, because I came back! I came back…” her voice trailed off and she scratched at her neck stitches.

“Yaaaaaaay.” Said Gliese in the most sarcastic deadpan. “Hey, question. How come you’re not worms like they are?”

“Because I was a failure, love.” Said Zeller with a croaky little laugh. “The genetics all wrong…the integration a cock-eyed mess…I lived! I ran away…I had never really wanted it.” She gave a hiccupy little laugh, then shivered.

“He dragged me back to finish it anyway…that’s when it happened. Slept so long, no one was left when I woke…no one except the empire nosing around my cavern. Well, they weren’t nosing for long.”

She had a gleeful, hungry look in her eyes that reminded Gliese why she had to kill this piece of trash.

“Cool story! You won’t get to tell it again.” Commented the blueblood, commanding her own zombies to crush the disgusting undead.

Zeller screamed and begged, but it wasn’t the jadeblood’s pleas that stopped the vines from further tearing her body apart.

Gliese simply hesitated to throw away a potentially useful tool.

Yes, she could make good constructs now, but she wasn’t quite at the level of making sapient ones. Plus, it would be shitty to ask someone alive, someone who actually mattered, to endanger themself trying to investigate this thing. 

If anything happened to Zeller, who gave a damn?

“Okay, here’s how it’s going to go, so listen the fuck up.” She said, intent. 

The zombie swallowed and nodded. Many of her stitches had burst or ripped and were oozing grayish jade blood, her limbs holding on by shreds that were slowly beginning to weave back together. 

Not nearly as fast as Tuuya could, the psychic noted. Zeller really was just a clumsy prototype. No wonder the flamethrower had stopped her for weeks, though sadly not killed her. 

“You’re going to only feed on whatever dead people you can find. No killing to eat. I’ll be putting a sensor on you so I’ll know if you do.” She said, eyes narrowed. 

“You’re going to find out as much as you can about these mannequins and report back to me. I want it written up, too. We’re keeping records, we’re doing this right. Put a single fucking toe out of line, say any more gross shit to me, and I’m going to find out just how good your regeneration is.” Said the hare troll, soft and deadly. 

“O-of course, miss.” Croaked the zombie, ears fully down and flattened against her head.

“Cool, glad we got that sorted out.” Said the psychic casually, almost pleasantly. 

The spiky vines slowly released the undead, retracting into the constructs who had captured and held her.

Gliese snorted in amusement at the bedraggled, woebegone zombie trying to put herself back together with shaking limbs as she hopped off her lusus. 

She took a few steps toward Zeller and prepared to cast the sensor spell.

The constructs’ vines reached in again with a cerulean haze of magic and the jadeblood flinched, but they didn’t wrap around her this time. Instead a pair of them wrapped around her mangled wrist, their ends weaving something together, and then withdrew.

A blue flower - a forget-me-not on its own slender vine - now circled the undead’s flesh.

“Don’t think you can destroy it.” Said Gliese with a dark chuckle. “Or take it off. That thing’s magic and it’ll outlast even you. It feeds on the remains of your own meals, that’s how I’ll know if you try any shit. And if you do…” 

She looked meaningfully at the zombie’s slowly regenerating arms, riddled with puncture wounds.

Zeller nodded, still shaky. 

Gliese didn’t bother with a final remark. The psychic merely climbed back on her lusus, and urged the saber-toothed hare to turn around and take her hive.

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Love, Or The Act of Staying

Etuuya Vannyn | Claire’s Forest | Present Night (Post-Egg Poison Attempt)

The burning sun felt lovely and warm on the drinker’s skin as they stretched in the beams drifting through the treetops.

They so wished they could share it with their frie - the trolls they knew, but of course that was impossible. Only jades or the dead could withstand the red rays directly.

“Pretty, huh?”

Ugh. Not again.

“Not now, Rhyssa.” They snapped, annoyed. “I’m trying to keep guard.”

They looked around and - sure enough, there she was in her stupid hat along with the crop top and shorts she usually wore when trying to drag them to clubs, leaning against the trunk of a broad tree. 

“Don’t look like it to me, sugar cube. Looked like you were relaxing for once. You oughta try it more.”

“Oh yes, I’m always inclined to relax when you’re around.” The drinker drawled, rolling their eyes as they stepped away from her. “Not like you nearly killed me before or anything.”

“Are you still not done caterwaulin’ over that? Shoot, Shii’s done worse to me when we were prankin’ each other.”

“She who?”

Rhyssa laughed, waving a hand.

“Inshii. Butterfly. They’re even grumpier than you! But not such a whiner.”

Tuuya paused a moment, then snorted.

“Forgive me for not being as durable as you are, I’m sure. Perhaps it’s a subtle clue we are not the same.” They said, tone swapping from facetious to deeply annoyed.

She paused, silent for longer than she usually was. Good. The worm monster turned away from her - with any luck she’d leave. 

“Ain’t we more the same than anyone else? You never met another of us, right?”

No such joy, apparently. The jade sighed, their ears flicking.

“No. But I was created by science. Selective breeding of the drinker parasite. It’s mere coincidence we’re alike - you obviously have abilities I don’t, and I’d wager you’re older as well, despite your behavior. Also - you’ve always been a bunch of nasty wasps, haven’t you?”

“Nasty?” The woman sounded like she was actually hurt. Tuuya laughed with no small amount of derisive mockery, spinning back around to give her a vicious grin.

“Repulsive. Disgusting. Abominations. I can go on all day. You have it coming, for god’s sake. What right do you have to sound hurt? Pathetic.”

Rhyssa was still. Tuuya rolled their eyes, grin fading. Not their fault if she was too much of a wrigger to accept the truth

“...is that how you see me? See yourself?”

“That is how we are, you idiot.” They stated flatly, arms crossed. “Oh, maybe you’re natural somehow - though by what means I cannot fathom - but you’re no less terrible than me. The only thing in your favor is that I can assume you didn’t choose this existence, and regretfully, I did. I was a troll once, and then my stupid little self decided it’d be grand to be a physical monster as well as a moral one.”

Rhyssa stepped closer, her mouth drawn into a sad frown. The red light played over her bandanna as a breeze tossed her hair and their own, bringing with it a faint scorched sent.

“Don’t all that bitterness eat you up inside? Don’t it chew your head right through, being so angry all the time at what you can’t change? Why put yourself through hell all the time around trolls when they can’t understand ya? When they couldn’t even chat in the sun right now like we can?”

She reached up an arm to the bright blue sky, a hue most trolls could never see in person without burning their eyes out.

“They can’t know how to feel the world like we do. They can’t shape themselves different if they want to, choosing faces and bodies. It ain’t their fault, but they’re limited. Fragile. We ain’t monsters, you porridge head. We’re children of Ozryel.”

There was a few moments’ pause before Tuuya laughed.

“And that’s supposed to mean something to me? I’m sorry, who is that? No, wait, I don’t care. Also, there is no we, it doesn’t matter that trolls aren’t like me, and you really don’t understand me at all and should stop trying. We’d both be happier.”

“I can’t.”

The words are quiet, somber. They feel an odd chill down their spine, their worms shifting restlessly.

“I can’t give up. I don’t expect ya to understand. I just can’t. I gotta keep trying. It ain’t so different, is it, from you trying to love trolls and not eat them, even though you’re always gonna want to?”

Tuuya felt they were drowning, unable to move or take a breath. They couldn’t even say something angry, spit out a retort. Rhyssa had nailed them. She’d pinpointed their exact, stupid weakness.

“I can’t - I can’t love, not really.” They finally managed, shaky and trying to sound casually humorous. Trying, straining, knowing how fake it sounded but unable to stop doing as they’d always done. “I mean - it’s the closest I can get, but I know better, I know something like me is incapable of actual - ” 

Rhyssa stepped closer and some of her wasps landed on them, gentle, merely beating their transparent wings. Looking into the drinker’s yellow eyes with their own white faceted ones.

“Don’t be so damn loony. I don’t know how, I don’t know why you’d wanna, why you’d choose them over your own kind - and we are your kind, whether you like it or not - but you love them. Why’d you be standing here elsewise, keep coming back again and again? You can lie to yourself all you want, honey, but you can’t lie to me.”

“So I’m consistent.” Tuuya said, trying to talk around the ache in their throat. “I stay, even though I’ve tried to keep away. What good is it? I put them in danger because you came here. I struggle to not drink their blood.”

The wasps buzzed together on their shoulders. Calling to their worms to come out. No. They had to resist. 

Rhyssa pursed her lips.

“They know all that, don’t they?”

“Yes.” The jade admitted, voice cracking.

“So let ‘em worry about it. That’s their choice. Call it loyalty, bein’ useful, or whatever load a’manure you like to shovel - but you stay. What, you think they don’t see that? Think they’re just laughin’ at you? I don’t think they’ve got the brains to, if ya want my real frank opinion.” She chuckled. “They’re a few berries short of a pie.”

“Well.” Tuuya muttered, looking at the ground. “You’re not wrong.”

“’Course not.” said Rhyssa with easy confidence. “I’m older than you, little sibling.”

“Don’t call me that.” The worm monster barely had the energy to protest, but the label made them shudder. 

The other drinker only smiled as her wasps flew back to her, disappearing under her clothes and the covering over her face. She adjusted her hat, and tipped it to them.

“See ya ‘round.”

They watched her disappear into the trees, feeling small and lost.

Tuuya sat down, hugging themself. They were as pathetic as Rhyssa in their way. Desperate for company from those who had every reason to hate and mistrust them, and were only too naive or ignorant yet to realize that. 

But at least they knew it was stupid, would never try to justify it as anything else, and saw perfectly that to ever want to eat someone was to be unable to love them properly.

They wanted to bury their head in Claire’s shoulder. Gone their palecrush might be, but they wanted contact. Assurance. 

They wanted what they could not, should not have, if they were any sort of responsible.

Tuuya wiped their face. How silly.

Monsters weren’t supposed to cry.

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Etuuya Vannyn

Tag | Relationships

OVERVIEW:

ETUUYA VANNYN was formerly a science experiment and Imperial property, due to the fact that they’re an artificially made rainbowdrinker consisting almost entirely of worms on the inside. They now function as the head matron of the cavern they grew up in.

They’re also an eccentric weirdo who mostly spends their time using their abilities for fun and profit, chatting up a storm, or sewing. 

Despite being a B-movie monster, Tuuya is overall pretty friendly and would rather solve things with minimal violence if possible. Unless you’re a corrupt troll on their shitlist they are going to devour alive, that is, because unsurprisingly they’re still evil.

While they try to avoid upsetting most people, they love being a creepy asshole sometimes to make a point or for their own amusement though. They are a gross vampire.

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Name: Etuuya Vannyn. (They pretty much go exclusively by Tuuya, feeling it rolls off the tongue better. Their name means absolutely nothing, I made it up for fun).

Online Handles: twitteringTailor is what they use for regular chatting. They have various burner and business handles they use for other things. 

Age: 192 sweeps (416 years)

Gender: Agender (defaults to they/them pronouns, but is perfectly fine with she/her and he/him, they’ve presented in various ways over their long life.

Tuuya will not protest if referred to as ‘it’, but they prefer at least some sort of troll pronoun, regardless of gender).

Caste: Jade (Tuuya doesn’t actually have blood anymore, being mostly worms, so in a literal sense they have no caste. They were originally hatched as a jadeblood before their slow transformation into worms mcgee, so while they’re aware they don’t technically have a place in the spectrum, they generally identify as jade). 

Height: 5’8

Weight: 215 pounds. Tuuya prefers to wear a curvy troll form, with wide hips, thick limbs, and a round belly.

Lusus: A snail-turtle, long dead.

Psi: None, though their drinkerism grants them various abilities: enhanced strength, enhanced speed, and enhanced endurance chief among them. Due to their status as a swarm, they can regenerate from almost any damage. One of the few ways to kill them is to completely burn them to death.

Their worms can also be slipped into other jadebloods (unless those jadebloods are already rainbowdrinkers, or resistant to the drinker worm) and used to read their thoughts and control their actions. 

Tuuya could technically use their worms to take over another jade’s body completely for their own and essentially use that body as their own new one, if they ever needed to. Ain’t science great. 

Strife: Tuuya’s worms are a viable weapon of their own, being able to be manipulated into ropes or other shapes at will, only limited by how many are in their body - but they can make more if they have the energy. Also, they can chew a troll apart and drink their blood with their little teeth.

Aside from that, Tuuya keeps many weapons on them. They prefer their twin laser guns if fighting to kill or for survival, knockout gas if only fighting to incapacitate, since they don’t need to breathe. 

Sylladex: It’s big and full of junk is what it is. Tuuya has things in there that they’ve utterly forgotten about over the centuries and more odds and ends they keep “just in case”. Other than that it’s nothing special. 

Hive: They are the head matron of and live in their native cavern, Kaningård.

Ancestor: Lifeweaver Rhomox

Constellation: Microscopium

Interests: 

Sewing - Tuuya loves making clothes, whether they’re fancy or plain or really silly. They’ll probably make something for your character for free if they ask nicely. They don’t really need the money and they love a challenge or something they haven’t made before.

Historical Fairs - While they have little time to attend these nights, they really enjoy re-enactments of times gone by. They used to make clothing a lot for them.

Snails - Tuuya owns six pet snails they love dearly and will show off at any given opportunity.