#god I love seadwellers

[b-33-s]

Casann sí dhom

Amhrán na farraige

Suaimhneach nó ciúin

Ag cuardú go damanta

Mo ghrá

[windy-trickster]

“Ah yes. A seadweller. I’ve deal⇞ wi⇞h many of you ⇞hroughou⇞ my sweeps. Mos⇞ of you ⇞end ⇞o ⇞ry and jib me ou⇞ of ⇞he money I righ⇞fully deserve for my works. Bu⇞ you… You seem differen⇞. I don’⇞ know why, bu⇞ I suppose ⇞ha⇞ alone doesn’⇞ make me dislike you grea⇞ly.” “You’re an in⇞eres⇞ing sigh⇞ for sure. Li⇞⇞ered wi⇞h piercings, scars and ⇞wo robo⇞ic arms. I unders⇞and having me⇞al a⇞⇞ached ⇞o one’s body, my spine is made of me⇞al i⇞self. I do hope you’re faring well wi⇞h your new appendages. And I see you’re ex-mili⇞ary? I do hope you lef⇞ for ⇞he be⇞⇞ermen⇞ of yourself, ⇞he flee⇞ is horrendous ⇞o all who work for ⇞hem, even if you’re deemed ⇞o be “special” or wha⇞ever arbi⇞rary word ⇞hey slap on⇞o ⇞heir employees.” “I suppose I won’⇞ be ⇞oo harsh. So I’ll leave you wi⇞h a 7/10.”

-> Lumi Judgements <-

See what this sophisticated Indigoblood has to say about you.

[officialsollux]

erikar fic rec list

50 First Dates by Xagave

Eridan falls back into your life the same way he left it: abrupt and without warning. It hurts because you love him, and maybe that will never change. no archive warnings, E

Torrential Overflow by FindingZ

The game is over. Everyone is finally able to relax and rebuild in 'Verse C. Except Eridan. no archive warnings, E

the wworst by 2x2verse (agent_florida)

“Oh my god,” you say out loud. “We are the two most insecure assholes on this side of the fucking planet.” “The planetary system,” Eridan wails good-naturedly. “The entire goddamn galaxy,” you trump him. “We are the best at being the worst.” -- They both hate their bodies, and they've been hurt so much over them. And each of them barely dares to whisper it, lest the other one leave them alone to deal with it. no archive warnings, E (past noncon implied)

As Fast as you Can by BlueMoonHound

Cosmetic mutations. In a highblood, it's hardly a concern to the empire. Especially one so close to the color of the Condesce herself. In the past, however, that hasn't stopped her from culling them. They do carry on genetically into descendants, and mess with Her plans. To have that in the slurry? It could end up in lowbloods, who would be culled on sight, midbloods, who would be shunned, or – gog forbid – the Tyrian line itself. You're only important because you're an orphaner and no one else can hold that job. no archive warnings, T

a whiter shade of pale by Spacefille

AU Future fic, Alternia is restored in all its horrible glory and Feferi is not in charge. Karkat is a blood prisoner and Eridan is his guard. Eridan POV. Dark. noncon, M

Choices by Spacefille

Eridan finds out Karkat’s blood color. Karkat lashes out in self-defense, which lands the mutant in the brig of Eridan’s hive. Now Eridan has a dilemma on his hands, does he cull him or risk letting him go? rated with graphic depictions of violence but it should also be rated with noncon, E

You don't Choose the Helmslife by BagtheBagisnotaBag

The helmslife takes you from your hive and tortures you till you crack. "In Which a Seadweller Captain of the Imperial Fleet and His Lowblooded Matesprite Find Their Long Lost Childhood Friend Suffering as a Yellowblood Helmsman Trainee, They Then Proceed to Enlist the Damaged Helmsman to Helm Their Ship as Both of Them Hold Long Buried Romantic Interest in Him. Includes Emotional Turmoil, Psychological Torment, One Sided Pale Advances, Unintentional Auspising, Excessive Swearing, Delusions, Crying, Yelling, Monologing, Torture, Treason of the Cullable Variety, and Hope." creator chose not to use archive warnings, M

You Part the Waters by poodles

Karkat works at a shitty little restaraunt frequented by Eridan the rich asshole who leaves extravagant tips as an attempt to woo karkat. It backfires. creator chose not to use archive warnings, T

What do you Want? by Rubaiyate

A fill for a request on homesmut: [paraphrased] "The imperial drones come for Karkat, his blood color having been exposed to the empire somehow. Of all the trolls to come to his rescue, it’s Eridan. Eridan goes toe-to-toe with a drone to make them back off, but Karkat doesn’t know this and, having never met Eridan face-to-face, is confronted with the terrifying view of a pissed off seadweller bursting into his hive and forcefully escorting him to his own hive. Thing is, Karkat has absolutely no idea who he is, why he has been taken to somebody else’s hive, and Eridan doesn’t realize that Karkat is freaking the fuck out." (The "Rape/Non-Con" warning is more of a precaution. There is no actual rape, but it is a close thing, so I figured it would be better to err on the side of caution.) noncon, M

Dirty Deeds by Miko

Desperate times call for desperate measures, and nobody is more desperate than a troll facing the Imperial Drone at collection time. Unfortunately, anonymous sex isn't so anonymous when you run into someone you know. no archive warnings apply, but I digress the consent issues inherent to the premise and would warn for noncon, E

The Power the Dark Lord Knows Not by TrashfireRadiowaves

You would say that you don’t know why you’re here, but you’d be lying. You know exactly why you’re here. You know exactly why you’re here, and the stupid fucking reason is that stupid fucking Eridan Ampora has gotten himself into some stupid fucking shit yet again. no archive warnings, T

Pale As the Creatures of the Deep by TrashfireRadiowaves

He's a highblood, and highbloods are prone to highblood rages. You can see it in the way his hands tremble, long fingers clenching in fury when he gets cornered, taunted by one troll or another; you can see him take his anger and lock it away, watch him drop into a state of false calm, and you worry more with every day that passes. You aren't sure how long he can keep himself under control, and you don't think any of you will come back to life if you die again. You don't want anyone to die, and you don't want him to be forced into a position that causes him to hurt someone. You don't want anyone to die, but everyone on this fucking asteroid seems hell bent on making it happen. no archive warnings, T

[cloudbattrolls]

“Girl.” The fuchsia had said over the phone on her train ride back. “The fuck happened?”

“Went to the fae realms. Helped rescue the Varzims.” Ullane had said simply.

“Wow, that explains everything.” Deadpanned the seadweller. “Call you a worker in the tower of Babel the way you are not communicating with me.”

I love writing Chimer and Ullane because Chimer is blunt with her in a way she is with few other people. The platonic equivalent of 'it's rotten work and I'll do it but god fucking damn'

[artsavi]

Emergency Adopts!

Hi! I’ll jump right to the chase. A family death happened recently and I’d missed a few days from work, and have not received bereavement. That on top of some other things happening in real life, I happen to be cutting it very close with rent and other bills this month. I’ve been holding on to these two Homestuck troll designs because I wanted to post them in a batch, but since things have been happening lately I figured I might as well drop them now, because I am pretty proud of how they turned out.

More info below the cut!

Adoptable 1: Calla Blood [$34]

This lovely lil seadweller is a bit sassy, smiles easily, and honestly couldn’t care about how low bloods below her are treated.

Base Price: $32

[Optional] Custom Sprite: +$20 (Example)

[Optional] Additional Sprites (alt outfits, dreamer clothes, God Tiers, etc): +$10 for each sprite

Adoptable 2: Aventurine Blood [$34]

This lil jade blood is a bit of a punk, but is mostly all bark and no bite. Apart from that, she prefers wit over brawn.

Base price: $34

[Optional] Custom Sprite: +$20 (Example)

[Optional] Additional Sprites (alt outfits, dreamer clothes, God Tiers, etc): +$10 for each sprite

If you are interested, please message me over at my main blog on @aviaviator​! All payments will be made on PayPal.

Also, I’d used a fan made chart to pick out the blood color for these two guys but I cannot find the original source. If anybody can link me to the original post of said chart by a “roady,” please message me! I would like to credit them properly.

[last-c2usade]

>that's al2ight! i know you don't speak fo2 eve2yone, and i am not expecting you, as a lowblood, to t2uly app2eciate the natu2e of ou2 natu2al o2de2. i know ou2 system does not favo2 you o2 tend to 2espect how impo2tant of a pa2t eve2y caste plays in ou2 g2eat wa2 machine, so it does not su2p2ise me that you would think i look down on you! i t2y to be open to eve2y caste because i unde2stand eve2y one of you is necessa2y to ou2 su2vival as a species

you can choose to igno2e my wo2ds and close you2 mind to the wealth the unive2se has to offe2, i would not be offended. lowbloods do not tend to be the b2ightest minds in ou2 glo2ious empi2e (though I will have to mention that you yellows a2e definitely the sma2te2 of you2 wa2m-blooded lot. and VE2Y 2espected in my opinion fo2 you2 usefulness to ou2 conquest as a fuel sou2ce)<

>hello twenty-two! you can call me adamantine or ada! the name comes f2om the name fo2 an a2chaic fo2m of diamond. while it is t2ue the cou2t named me, i do believe it is a ve2y fitting name as it not only means unb2eakable, but it fits in with my p2edilection towa2ds all things old and vintage! i am quite fond of books and poet2y fo2 this 2eason; i believe that many things can be lea2ned f2om ou2 ancesto2s and the people befo2e us! as a violet, i will be a2ound fo2 a while, so i believe it is of utmost impo2tance to me to be awa2e of the shifts in ou2 society as times change and the cu22ent cultu2e and beliefs shift

as fo2 my qui2k, i have based it a2ound my accent! i was 2aised like all good bright blooded citizens in the 2oyal cou2t, lea2ning the a2chaic and divine alte2nian dialect. sometimes i do wish to shake it because i do not like to associate myself with those lowly, gossiping, d2ama seeking individuals of the cou2t but i am unfo2tunately quite p2oud of my lineage and believe it is my duty not so much as an ex-membe2 of the cou2t but as a violet to keep my t2aditions in mind

it helps keep lowbloods like you in you2 p2ope2 place! so that you may unde2stand that we2e you fall on the social ladde2 in 2ega2ds to me is fa2 below me, no matte2 how impo2tant you2 caste may be to ou2 society<

[mxrpchronicle]

Can we normalize trolls being trolls? Like. At all. It feels like people latch onto murderous clowns and then drop everything else about trolls. Like their ridiculous etymology, their weird biology and diets, literally any facet of their culture? In the bin.

Have FUN with being a troll! Fill in the blanks of their society! Don't just be a vriska or someone who's just.. silently adopted earth culture entirely and shares an apartment and sleeps in a bed. Or at least have the cajones to put "human!"

Unless im shaking my fist at a cloud and don't remember trolls all just passively adopting human culture later into the comic.

oh my god, yeah. they don't even use the word hands. the wiki isn't sure if it's softened up for readers either. alternian is clarified to be its own language. anyway, here's the wiki page of troll terms for wondering minds.

here are, in my experience, the easiest ways to talk troll and i absolutely would love other troll rpers to weigh in here on things i miss because this is a great chance for us all to improve.

trolls are nocturnal due to the dangerously hot sun. anywhere you'd usually say day, swap it out for night.

trolls don't have any need for nipples or a naval. a lot of people use things like a tentabulge/nook, grubscars, or even more animal traits to distinguish them from humans. the troll you're playing may have a specific adaptation to better suit them for a particular environment, even if it isn't made explicitly clear in the comic. bioluminescent seadwellers, karkats with vestigial gills or other forest adaptations in some cases. don't be afraid to make sweeping generalizations here. if you're playing eridan, say something fucked up about lowbloods and herd behavior like livestock for me.

remember that most trolls, especially on alternia, were personally responsible for feeding themselves if their lusus didn't. what was gamzee eating? what was crabdad bringing back for karkat? is your muse eating bugs? are they willing and able to engage in cannibalism? i like to define their ecological niche and work the individual diet out from there.

room and home aren't words. every room is a block, every building is some kind of hive. you don't even have to be specific about it. just rephrase welcome home as welcome hive. people will notice.

[skegulium]

8, 10, 11, 12, and 13 for Orivar <3

Does your oc prefer being in a crowd or being completely alone? How many people can be around them before they get uncomfortable?

Orivar prefers to be alone! She's been a lot more of an introvert ever since her conception - aggressively disinclined to socialize and nervous to do so. There are occasions where she will choose to be in a group, but it always has to be on her own terms. She has to choose what she's doing, how long she's there, and how she leaves. The moment she loses control of what she can do - or she gets the slightest sniff of danger - she's fucking leaving.

How open is your oc to trying new things? Are they the adventurous sort, or would they rather stay in their comfort zone? Why?

Orivar is... somewhat open to trying new things? Same logic applies as before - as long as she can control the situation, she's open to try quite a bit. She loves trying new food, and she's willing to try new experiences as long as it's advantageous to her! Things that have a low risk associated with it, have friends involved, or could bring her financial gain are quite appealing for her to try. She grew up staying in her own comfort zone with new experiences, but has since grown restless and tired of constantly turning things down to be safe. She's not reckless, but what's the point of being locked in a room for sweeps if you can't at least go outside and enjoy the fresh air?

What is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to your oc?  Do they still feel ashamed for it? Were there any witnesses?

Oh god. Oh _god._ I have no idea. I'm sure there's a lot of embarrassing things she's done that she's been horrified about? There was a time when she had a big, sappy, disgusting crush on @rebatrolls's Vadaya, and she's definitely put her foot in her mouth a few times during their time in a groupchat. I think I remember at least one occasion where Orivar was trying to bite his now-kismesis by making a passing comment about naming your lusus? And Vadaya had said that he also named his lusus. I feel like Orivar still wakes up in a cold sweat, haunted by her foot-in-mouth-ness of it all.

Does your oc have any best friends? Who was/is their closest friend? What about their worst enemy?

She's had a handful of best friends! Growing up, she ended up killing her first best friend. Then she had a friend named Aticus who she broke the arm of, and managed to convince to still be her friend, but he ended up canonically dying a few years back during a server-wide event that I RP'd her in. She's gotten a Moirail though, @mirkstrolls Videle! And her ash, @chitrolls Eli, is a best friend! She still cherishes her crush Vadaya as a best friend too. I haven't played her with others in a hot minute though, so outside of her quads and crushes, she hasn't gained any other best friends. As for enemies... I don't think she's got any that she considers as such.

How dangerous is your oc? Are they completely innocent, or someone to be feared? Do others know?

Oh Boy. I'd say pretty fucking dangerous, as dangerous as a rustblood could be. She's definitely not innocent. She's got quite a body count of trolls of all castes - and a disproportionate number of them are seadwellers and clowns. Hell, she killed her first troll when she was the troll equivalent of like. 7 or 8? She was a pretty bitter teenager, and used the excuse of feeding her lusus as a reason to target highbloods. She's quite knowledgeable in how to fight highbloods despite the strength differences, and a current plot point for her is that she's fallen ass backwards into training little murder kids how to kill people for money. She's a lot calmer now and doesn't kill for silly grudge reasons, but she's not got any qualms about doing it.

[trollocs-ooc]

I love how on the "what caste would kullie be if she wasnt rust" poll. It's majority seadweller. I voted fuchsia that is my opinion as well. She would love to be a seadweller but she should never get it god forbid she does in any universe

[understandableparadox]

@lepiosprites

Kris Blackwood

After an incident during take your child to work day where he ended up fused with a husky puppy, Kris was taken into custody by his father's employer, Skaianet Labratories. He doesn't remember much of his time before then, and spends most of his time trapped in a room watching movies on his laptop or reading ebooks about grand adventures. Kris always keeps an eye out for the timer on his wall, as he hopes that once it hits 0 it'll mean he can finally leave his room and see what life is like outside the walls of the laboratory. Unknown by him, he's been cast to play a role in an experimental sburb session.

Worrow

Worrow is a wight (homestuck fanspecies that i own) who feeds on the dreams of those in mourning. At first she is seen as a source of comfort, offering her support to the dreamer. However, her true aim is to keep the dreamer in a state of mourning, forever drowning in the feelings of loss and grief. She has an interest in funerals and other rituals surrounding death.

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@lorchilde

Zapika Zapity

Zapika is a self-proclaimed inventor and infamous local mad scientist. Her voice quirk is that she speaks like early season BlackButler Mei Rin. She is a Prospit dreamer, Mind-bound, iceskateKind, and psiioniic! Her design started as a joke when I randomized troll doll maker in 2020. Been my fave HS OC since! 

"Best darn inventor on this side of the space-rock, aint no-one gonna tell ya otherwise, they aint!"

Tamidn K'sazze

My 4th oldest HS OC Tamidn was created in 2015! When I was designing him in 2015,  I forgot to design him with horns, but I was so proud of how his hair looked, so I kind of hid them round the back a bit as to not draw over his perfect ‘do. He's a Prospit Dreamer, and Blood-bound! Hs voice quirk is his nervous stammer! 

 "Tamidn runs on sopor and anxiety, requires 23 hours daily attention, and is nervous around olivebloods."

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@eldritchdraaks

Viiveh Telore

Viiveh is a fuchsia blood in an abusive relationship trying to forge his own destiny. He tries to stay positive and is unlearning some classist traits. He goes to the surface and hides his blood color by dressing like a robot. He really loves tech and the mechanics of it, since the seadwellers can mainly only use bug-based tech underwater. He takes the name Vexxin during his hiding. Don't get him started on troll Daft Punk.

Rhanek

Rhanek is the husband of Viiveh YEARS in the future. He's a very large blueblood that was once a bookish nerd, but got forcibly drafted into the Alternian military. They erased his old self and molded him into a perfect soldier, so once he finally got away from the military he couldn't remember his old life anymore, all he had was his military experience. So he became a bodyguard, putting his skills to good use. He eventually crosses paths with Viiveh who is trying to run from the Condesce and offers to protect him, and they eventually hit it off <3

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Antony Seastorm Reisle

Hes an ex laughsassin trainee, Godtiered as a Bard of Doom, and mostly fafs around fishing and getting his doctorate in magic (because no one gave him an instruction manual for god tier powers)

Aithne

Shes a battlebrarian! She actually follows a religious doctrine worshiping the concept that the events of the world can be predicted through literary devices, and religiously records everything that happens in her life as a historian. Shes a mage of light! She never actually got accepted into the convent because shes a pirokenetic and they didnt want her around the books.

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@nuzerbakel (both)

Einarr

Einarr is a solitary man, living with his lusus in a frozen wasteland. He's very grounded in reality, a little resistant to fantasy and new ideas, and responsible. He has crops and farm animals, and is capable of hunting and foraging, so he's fully self sufficient and more than capable of defending himself against the occasional raider or wild lusus. He's quiet and intimidating but surprisingly gentle if you give him reason not to be on his guard. That said, he can also be a bit intolerant. He's heavily based on Old Norse culture.

Atroxx

Atroxx lives in a swamp full of boiling tar, lurking in the dark and serving as something of a dark legend to the locals. They fear her and often leave her sacrifices, believing her to be a monster or some sort of demon. She just likes getting free things out of it and sometimes toys with the minds those who wander a little too far out of the torchlight, taunting them from within the darkness. If you survive an encounter with her, she's not very eloquent, and is quite stubborn and impatient, unpredictable and almost wild in behavior. She is also, however, incredibly resourceful and clever.

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@airprime7

Altair Tascii

Altair is a Tealblood troll who lived on Alternia long before Karkat and his friends. He's a nerd who's very good with computers. His trolltag is genericCryptographer, and he uses a Hexadecimal themed quirk, and he speaks "in A CAlcul8ED FAshion, so as 2 AppEAr 2 say 2 much, when hE ACtually is kEEping HEXACtly what he wants 2 B sECret, sECret"

He's a bit pretentious and controlling, but many of his friends still trust him. He has a moirail and a matesprit, the second of whom has trolltag AT and initals GC. He's 8 sweeps old, and his classpect is Mage of Light. People often remark that he seems to talk and act like he's a computer, and there's a reason behind that... (no spoilers!)

Friends with PL (another troll I submitted to this bracket). Altair is PL's server player.

His ancestor, the HEXC0DEr, invented Trollian, ~ATH, and the troll internet.

Technically originally meant to be my self-insert, but ended up as his own character.

Has photographic memory and can do complex maths really really fast.

Strife Specibus: Keyboardkind. Fetch Modus: Hex-hash modus. Lusus: Hexapede

Closeted Transfem who has barely realised it yet.

Sprite designed using Farragofiction

penanceLarceny

PL is a Cobaltblood troll who lived on Alternia long before Karkat and his friends. He's a master thief, who mostly breaks into highbloods' hives to steal expensive things, and also hats that he takes a fancy to. Seriously, he really likes hats.

His theming is mostly around hats, and also foxes and the number 5 (his 5 eyes don't give him special powers like Vriska, however). His quirk replaces f with 5, o with ø, and x with ×. His lusus is a 5-tailed Kitsune (Japanese fox-spirit) who can walk on walls, and has partially taught PL to do the same.

Speedruns video games, specifically Super Snario Iliad (Troll Super Mario Odyssey).

Friends with Altair (another troll I submitted to this bracket). Altair is PL's server player.

Strife Specibus: Throwing-knifekind. Fetch Modus: Hat Trick Modus.

His classpect is Rogue of Time, and he gains later in the story the ability to locally reverse time (within a certain radius) and travel back to the alpha timeline in such a way that allows him to absorb the memories of his alt-timeline self, thus un-dooming himself and dooming them instead (stealing time from himself).

8 sweeps old.

PL cannot mind control others like regular Cobaltbloods. He can, however, manipulate them in such a way that they specifically are unable to remember having seen him.

He's cocky, but smart. He is in a rocky kismesistude with another troll, which is being auspistised by a third. He also has a reciprocated flushed crush on his best friend, but both of them are too scared to tell each other.

Has a funky gender, but uses he/him because he hasn't found any other pronouns that fit him yet.

Did I say he likes hats? He really likes hats. And heist movies.

Designed with Xamag's Trollmaker.

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@vineboom-sfx

Auiwyn Trasyl

The silliest, most self deprecating emo you’ll ever have the displeasure of meeting. His favorite movies would be the troll twilight saga, and they would make fanfiction of his rainbow drinker oc and Troll Edward. They have such a large obsession with rainbow drinkers that it’s consumed almost everything in his life. They would geek out if they ever met Kanaya, it would be so bad they’d probably faint. Would bite people to taste the blood and then gag when it tastes bad.

Anomal Conspi

One of the most brilliant, anxiety ridden queens on her whole planet. She’s so paranoid that she has a backup plan for just about anything. She predicted the world was going to end via meteors and had a ship fully ready to go for several years, and had a mental breakdown when she ended up being right. Overthinking is her strongest skill, making plans for her plans just in case something she didn’t think of happened. Her ship, despite being made of old and ruined tech, is so heavily equipped with safety features that she should probably be in charge of OSHA because ain’t no one getting hurt on that thing. Would go outside in a hamster bubble.

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@sylexter

Atorva Yaoshi 

A very progressive highblood that is too anxious for his own good. He tries his best to overcome his anxiety and talk to other people, but to no avail; either he gets shunned for being too progressive by other highbloods or his anxiety is too offputting for lowbloods. Loves to cook and bake.

(also unrelated u don't have to include this part it's just some fun trivia: i made a tumblr sexyman as a troll but i think atorva is more tumblr sexyman than him)

Emegon Gehana

Emo goth *and* catholic! Saying Emegon is weird is an understatement. Her interests goes against what her cloister believes in and she's seen as somewhat of an outcast because of that. She likes anything creepy and horror-related, and is very interested in early creepypasta stories and videos.

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@memento-morian

Alemap Occurd

Alemap is 6.5 sweeps old and just your average purple blood! She loves bright colors, silly jokes, and taxidermy! She's an exlaughassassin, murder for hire, but left that life behind when she met the love of her life: Punkin Pyrper, a nerdy lime with a heart of gold. Sure, she was *supposed* to kill him, but he's so sweet and cute and interesting!!! She's autistic and love learning about biology and poisons specifically and she's bisexual, though technically she's not interested in anyone but Punkin. He's her world! Her lusus, Sweetbaby, is a semi-aquatic possum with three tails that she uses to propel herself through water.

Baxtin Nyswud

Baxtin used to be part of a semi-popular lowblood boyband called Sequence, though they fell out of popularity and while they aren't officially broken up... It's been a couple sweeps since they toured or even met up. Instead Baxtin spends his nights farming melons and gourds from seeds he kinda just found and decided to cultivate. Luckily his lusus, Timber, loves them. Timber is a huge south alternian longhorn bull and has cartoon physics for no known reason. He is actively a problem for the resident of Baxtin's town. This is upsetting for Baxtin cause he's incredibly socially anxious and scared of... well everything. He tends to be very spacey and doesn't listen to retain things very well outside of his music, but he's got major artistic blockage atm. His neighbor and best friend Vivsy keeps him grounded, though they don't see eye to eye very often (mostly on Vivisy's side- and not cause he's shorter!!)

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@lazy-tentacles. also art blog TentacleMonomaniac

?????? Achlys

19 yo Mage of Void hemoanon, Achlys is a air-headed party girl who likes to take it easy, life is definitely too short to be worried about every little thing. She's quite friendly for a troll and always knows what to say to please people. She changes quadrants pretty often.

However when SGRUB begins she seems to know just where to look to learn all the rules and easily makes herself the leader before anyone notices. Not to mention her fake lusus and dreamself that seems to be puppeted by horrorterrors…

Orfeus Etimio

Orfeus is soft spoken, docile and as weak as a troll gets, but people tend to fear them because of the horde of ghosts following them everywhere, even for those that can't see spirits the presence is overwhelming.

They constantly give more than they can for the ghosts and have ended up emotionally drained, not properly reacting to most situations and appearing emotionless. İf you grabbed them and took them home they'd only say "ok" and let it happen.

They like playing minecraft with their moirail also

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@knight-of-heart-and-art

Skothi Lepuus

Skothi is a future imperial mechanic--they're not capable of powering a ship by themself, but they've been trained to be high-empathy enough to hook up to a psionic in charge of running a ship and diagnose issues that they might be having. They make up for their lack of telekinesis by carrying a big wrench. 

Nyawaa Furrit

Furry

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@haunted-sys

zalium azoran

Zalium is a rogue fuchsiablood who was raised by an axolotl lusus away from the prying eyes of the alternian empire. eventually he was able to find community in the lower bloodcastes of alternia and here he learned about alternian history from a true perspective.

he gathered an aliance, heavily inspired by the sufferer's rebellion, and rises up against the empire. being a highblood he held a greater chance against the empress and gl'bgolyb, and after a strenuous battle he manages to take down the horrorterror and the empress in turn

i don't even care if he's bad i love him so dearly

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Aauron Tarven

He's a former mafia member on the run, and now he lives out on the edge of the sea. He heckin loves birds, and spends most of his time studying and drawing them (mostly sea birds now because that's mostly what's around him) and he's also head over heels in love with his best friend who is also in love with him but they're both idiots and keep dancing around one another lol.

bowren laurai

He's just a little guy yknow? a little guy who's here to bite and make friends. He loves finding bugs (especially bees) and always has some in his room in little terrariums and jars. 

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Actino Felida

Actino is a six sweep/13 year old mutant fuschiablood. she lives in the coral reefs of Troll Australia with her fiercely protective lionfish lusus. her interests include anime (of the magical girl variety), drawing her self-insert oc with her anime girl crushes, kids virtual worlds (think animal jam or webkinz), arguing with people online, dress-up games, and searching for pretty junk on the ocean floor. Actino isn't allowed to leave the ocean by her own lusus' rules, but she Yearns to visit the world above and really wants to know what being a land-dweller is like. 

personality wise she's sweet  but very rowdy and childish. she isn't afraid to curse someone out online and send  them death threats on chitter (troll twitter) <3 but she genuinely loves all her friends very much and would kill the empress for them. she's very much a cringe 13 year old who fails at almost everything social-wise but she's too confident to let the haters get to her. also a baby  lesbian. that is all.

Rudy Webster

Rudy is a 21 y/o guy(?) who lives in the small town of Junebug. he lives with his 2 moms and service dog and is dating his childhood best friend. he works at the local library and is all around seen as a nice, albeit introverted, boy. but... his true passion lies on the Internet, where he boasts a kinda-small but kinda-big youtube subscriber count. his main claim 2 fame are his MLP:FIM reviews, which are as opinionated as you'd expect but a bit more positive than most bronies at the time. the other half of his content consists of delving into lost media. (which happens to be his second important special interest. the first is mlp g4) Other interests include internet archival, html coding, piracy, and DOOM. 

online/in videos rudy presents himself as sarcastic, quick to yell at inconsistencies, and Very emotional at times. in reality he definitely is all of those things but dialed down a ton. he's sensitive to rejection and very hard on himself because of that. he hates when people complain about the things he likes and takes lots of shit that doesnt have anything to do with him personally (thats the anxiety talking) he's been hit with the ol' depression + GAD + autism combo so his life can be a living hell sometimes, but his girlfriend and dog help calm him down when he's stressed. there's  also some toxic masculinity + gender crisis going on in that brain of his but  he'd rather die than admit any of that. even though he has all these negative traits, he's helpful in his community (online and irl) and affectionate towards the closer people in his life. most people just dont see that side of him.

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Lollie Gravez

Your name is LOLLIE GRAVEZ and you use ne/nem/nir, sh3/h3r/h3rz and h3/h1m/h1z. You are a SCENE KID first and foremost, and a troll second.

You love COMICS, CARTOONS, and SHIPPING, and listen to way too much ALTERNATIVE MUSIC. You send a lot of your spare time SEWING CLOTHES, both for yourself and your PLETHORA OF PLUSH FRIENDS. You spend way too much money on VIDEO GAMES, that you never get around to playing. When you aren’t hiding in your room away from the world, you love watching shows with your friends, then making self inserts for all your friends. Your squad loves the troll anime SUGIO QUEST FOR KOKORO, despite it being outlawed for rebel imagery.

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Kratamis stunock

A cherub residing on the surface of the earthen moon, Brother to kratanor stunok. plotting an escape from the dusty shit ball in order to force his way into human society and bask in the adoration and applause garnered by their undeniable hyper charisma and superior friend making tactics. In actually kratamis is a crass, blunt, rude and violent young man who runs from his feelings at the first sign of emotion.  Art by mr.tsuyo

HE SPEAKS WITH POWER AND 

Kratanor

A cherub residing on the surface of the moon. Sister to kratamis stunok. Hoping to escape the desolate open airless prison of the moons surface in order to escape to the world below, in which she hopes to gain asylum and slowly integrate into human society, finally ending her multi year track of near isolation. She is soft spoken, empathic but a bit wormy about who she is, preferring to present herself in a way that is most enjoyable to those present. 

She speaks with a bit of a horse voice.

tHE HOMESTUCK OC TUMBLR POLL TOURNAMENT!!! YOUR CONTESTENTS!

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Tamiss Eriism

They're my trollsona! Here's the bio I used for art fight:

Your name is TAMISS ERIISM.  

Flowing through your veins is good thick VIOLET blood. While you don't care much for the hemospectrum overall, you still find yourself admiring the way it looks. You think it is VERY PRETTY, you love living underwater, and the perks it gives you are TRULY ENVIABLE.

Perhaps connected to your high status within the hemospectrum is your MASSIVE GOD COMPLEX. In your opinion, you might be the best person on the entire planet, maybe even better than THE CONDESCE HERSELF. Though you probably wouldn't say that to her face. You'll prove your great power one day by overthrowing her so everyone will respect you for your TRUE POWER. Though that's not making very much headway. Maybe some day though, with your SICKLE in hand, you'll finally prove yourself.

You are ever so slightly obsessed with CULINARY and CRYPTOGRAPHICAL HISTORY. You are in fact quite fond of most HISTORIES, and take an interest in many forms of the PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE. You even model many aspects of yourself after HEROES you saw in your books. One, a cobalt blood, gave you a great appreciation of SPIDERS AND ALL SORTS OF INSECTS, though your lifestyle gives you hardly any opportunity to view any for real. There was another from the same place on the hemospectrum as you who you also found REALLY COOL. He inspired much of your personality such as your INTEREST IN DRAMA, ROMANTIC NATURE, and AMAZING HAIR STRIPE. Sometimes you even feel like you can HEAR THEIR VOICES but that's probably normal. Despite how TOTALLY COOL you are, people hardly tend to notice you. Once your plans are complete though, that WON'T HAPPEN ANYMORE.

You also like READING TOMES OF KNOWLEDGE. Though most of the knowledge is either on BEING A HUGE LESBIAN or MATH YOU DO NOT QUITE UNDERSTAND. Or communism. It is quite a ball though.  

Your trolltag is atlanteanAscension and you speak iin a wway remiiniiscent 8f y8ur favv8riite her8es.

Halpetasprite

She's just like... well it's like if Lil Hal got tossed into Nepetasprite instead of Equiussprite. he/she pronouns. 

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Luciol Lanten

Limeblood, mutant, based off a firefly. The stripes on her body can glow. She/it, nonbinary. Enjoys stargazing. Matesprits with Vichtr Unikke 

Vichtr Unikke

Supposed to be goldblood, is blackblood instead because mutation. Has difficulty controlling psionics. He/they, trans man. Likes robotics. Matesprits with Luciol Lanten

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Chylia Merian

Handle: achromaticAdversary

Classpect: Sylph of Doom (Derse)

Pronouns: she/they

Chylia is a hemoanonymous limeblood troll (dancestor ghost) who is great with survival and fighting thanks to the sabertooth lusus that miraculously saved her from culling. She's very competent and was the only member of her Sgrub team to reach god tier. But they also take themself too seriously in such a way that they wind back to being silly! Like half of the things they do are for the aesthetic, to be honest. They wear a dramatic black mask and cape, and they use a giant machine gun to feel powerful and edgy. They used to dye their hair fully black, but now they partially dye it so the white roots can be partially seen. Chylia is a total edgelord and I love her and I hope you do too after reading this!

Full information and backstory here, as well as more art: https://toyhou.se/23778562.chylia-merian

Erizoh Stilde

Handle: pincushionsApex

Classpect: Knight of Rage

Pronouns: he/him

Erizoh is a jadeblood who rejected the role of his caste from an early age, faking his culling upon receiving invitation to come live in hiding with the heiress instead. He took up the hobby of plushmaking at the heiress's suggestion, and he also dabbles in cross-stitch and crochet. He's honestly pretty pretentious about his art, and is kind of an asshole, but in a certain "wet-cat" way that makes people like him regardless. He has a weird fixation with his grubhood self, specifically stabbing a plush version of it with pins. He was the first troll OC I made, and he came from a dream where he was trying to sell me a cow plushie and guilted me into buying it. I love Erizoh, he's such a loser.

More information here, as well as more art: https://toyhou.se/22085532.erizoh-stilde

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Garlik Femara

A 9ft tall purple blood

She isn't the brightest (bimbo energy) and is all around friendly

She was "brainwashed" by the clurch because they saw her as a useful asset but she did not want to be a subjugulator and was showing signs of rebellion.

She is a killing machine but the circumstances are very specific, he trigger is a list. Most specifically a list of names but if given any list something in her brain is triggered to bring forward the highblood rage.

Nahlee Rovian

He is just silly.

He is just a guy who would eat a slice of cheese off of the floor, cheese of unknown origin. 

He is a sweet and funny guy and is way too easily trusting. 

If this guy was a playlist it would be "weird al" and "ninja sex party".

He smells funny.

No rizz.

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Novasu Kirazi

- not pictured: her limeblood matesprit who she would kill for

- would overthrow the government and destroy the hemospectrum if they could

- WILL defeat you with the power of friendship and a gun she found

Mauami Sigera

- who is this creature and how did it get here

- perpetual °^° face and may or may not have arms

- it's just trying it's best

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Gaemir Jurami

Your name is GAEMIR JURAMI. 

You tend to enjoy things like DIGGING UP FOSSILS and PRESERVED ORGANISMS. You also like to COLLECT COOL ROCKS you find outside your hive. Occasionally you will BREAK THEM OPEN to see if ANYTHING IS INSIDE. You enjoy watching DRAMATIC AND SAD FILMS from time to time, as well as ROMANCE MOVIES. Your favorite actor has to be by far, TROLL TOM HANKS.

On DIGCORB, your trolltag is skeletalTragedy and you tend to speak R4ther dully. In short, brief sentences. Usu4lly in 4 very serious m4tter.

He/They

Ceferi Fetris

Your name is CEFERI FETRIS.

You enjoy GARDENING. Mostly things like PUMPKINS or BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS that you give to your MATESPRIT and MOIRAIL. You also enjoy STARGAZING. It never fails to relax you. You tend to DRAW WHAT YOU SEE in the stars as well. Sometimes it's just MEANINGLESS SYMBOLS, other times it’s FULL SCENARIOS. You may even indulge in your hobby of PHOTOGRAPHY and TAKE PHOTOS OF THE STARS too. You also have a BIG LIBRARY, full of FICTION BOOKS, mostly the GOOD SCI-FI ONES and MAGICAL STORIES of WIZARDS.

Your trolltag is floralGallery and you speak wit>h hope and beaut>y in your heart. Al>l> is wel>l> in t>he presence of you.

(SIDE NOTE: She Is Also A Trans Woman!!!) She/Vir

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Fendir Sanqui

fendir's a bronzeblood adventurer who idolizes troll indiana jones! hes got a pretty large collection of artifacts and loves learning about history. he also really likes myths and legends!! hes a very emotional guy who wears his heart on his sleeve, though he often (unintentionally) ignores the emotions of others. he's very very silly.

Trenas Maladi

trenas is a rustblood author who has the worst case of writers block ever seen. she's very tired all of the time and comes off a bit harsh, but she means well!! she's very nosy and knowing other people's business. she's very good at giving out advice to people too. she enjoys monsters and romance stories ABOUT monsters.

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Shafan Nishal

Shafan has been around since 2015, making friends in the tumblr ftc! They're a Brer Rabbit pastiche, a laid back traveling musician, trickster and occasional smuggler, and they love nothing better than sharing a smoke, swapping a story, and stealing from rich folks. A more or less homeless vagrant they wander from place to place, breaking hearts and singing songs. They make friends wherever they go, but they have a powerful fear of commitment that keeps them from getting too close to anyone. As soon as someone starts looking too attached, they skip town, and boy can they run! Shafan is faster on foot across open ground than just about any troll alive, at least according to them, and they're always happy to prove it with a race. So if you've got a story to tell, a song to share, or you just need someone to deal you weed for a (mostly) fair price, look for the white haired rusty playing banjo on the corner and come say hello!

Popahv Arlech

Popahv came from an amazing homestuck ttrpg campaign called Binary System, which we even tried turning into a fanventure for a little bit there! Popahv is just a sweet little guy with some serious attachment issues. He loves his friends more than anything and thinks it's his responsibility to take care of them, whether they want him to or not. Add this to an exploit in the game giving him some extremely overpowered mind control powers, and Popahv becomes just a little problematic! He means well, honestly. He just wants everyone to be happy and peaceful and never ever leave him. Meet the original Friendship Yandere, Popahv!

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Meadys Serpin

A rustblood museum curator/rebel supplier, Sylph of Rage, living embodiment of customer service face hiding blind fury

Wessun Ghunne

Oliveblood living out in the desert since birth, Maid of Void, you know those background applications that you never see pop up but are vital to the computer running? that's him

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Taluco Ialens

First started as a Trollsona, but after a while turned into her own thing and became a Fantroll. She is a Mutantblood due to some deep lore which will take to long to explain. She is an Artist and a big fan of fruity drinks

Soyuka Detoxa

Soyuka was a former escort in a corrupted church, with the help of Taluco (First Character Entry), she was able to turn the once brothel into a proper place of worship. She managed to be quaded with a Death God and a Rebel Leader...so...bonus bragging points for her. She speaks Alternian Spanish.

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Teranz Zitchk

he found his own corpse in the woods and that made him a channer. he taxidermies badly and hates everyone. has a real self-pity complex

Kizats Hatrak

a member of the troll men in black. a wildly incompetent bully who still manages to make and believe wildly inaccurate conspiracy theories despite being behind many herself. She knows shes kind of a terrible person.  

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Cysgod Quared

Mad scientist

Betroy Focalx

Local Horoscope Writer

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Noizod Explos 

Noizod Explos is the dancestor of Terriy Explos (My trollsona). Noizod is a troll with an interest of the weird and mysterious, mainly in mad scientists and old food mascots! Noizod is a heir of time/heart, a derse dreamer, And A rust blood. Their typing quirk is misspelling words sometimes and replacing every 7th word with the number 7.

Noizod has low psionics, yet is cursed with the visions of the past, which has led them to try and be like their ancestor, the Observer.

Noizod’s strife Kind is A yo-yo, and lacks a lusus.

Turpen Cansoi

Turpen Cansoi is an indigo blood that owes money to higher bloods, and because of this he’s been DEMOTED TO LOWER CASTE STATUS. Now he lives his life as a low caste blood and tries to make a Quick buck for a living. Turpen is either a maid/Page of breath And a derse dreamer.

There’s Not that much about Turpen other than that. Except the casino theme and being The Session starter, thus Why his trollian Tag is “wheezingCoupier”

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Sutoka Reddol

4 foot 5. Lesbiab. About 9 sweeps old but sgrub.

A rustblooded thief and thief of void skilled in pocketpicking, lockpicking, parkouring, sneaking, knife throwing, yoyo tricks and flute playing. She happens to possess psionics that let her hide her horns and grip onto surfaces. She's also immune to most poisons. Except alcohol. She'll pass out at the slightest sip of alcoholic beverages. Gunfire stuns her. Her lusus is a rat and her typing quirk adds a lowercase letter after a capital letter. Llike Tthis.

Eeliza Lindel

8 foot. 11 sweeps old.

Just about the least competent fuchsiablood to live twice. Her skills include being okay at leadership, insulting lower castes and making enemies. Formerly the heiress of her planet Liesteria, now the boss of a mafia known as the Kalpon gang. Her lusus is a big ol' gaggle of eels that do not make the same enemies as her. Her quirk surrounds individual words in square brackets and duplicates the letter e.

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Sarnen Rambuc

Sarnen is a talented prankster, thief, and craftswoman. She mostly tinkers but loves to try inventing her own machines, staying positive throughout the trials and errors. Her favorite prank involves the use of her robotic hands hidden under her gloves, they are detachable, so imagine someone’s surprise when they try to give her a handshake and they seemingly pull her hand straight off! Despite her apparent hunger for shenanigans, she genuinely cares about others, and no one will earn the ire of her foolery unless they are rude to someone she cares about. (Such as her matesprit, she loves her matesprit so much she will not hesitate to tell someone about her matesprit) 

Idzill Stoatl

Idzill has a passionate love for art, and can be seen displaying many skills of the craft. Although Idzill is also quite impatient if they are not actively doing anything, and usually goes straight from a zero to one hundred when trying to solve a problem. Tongue gets stuck on something frozen? Try to skillfully use a knife. Art not making the money you want? Go straight to becoming a vigilante assassin… Idzill uses their dexterous skills to be quite the terrifying assassin, though they try their best to only accept hits for people they would consider bad. Idzill does not speak and uses signs 🪧 with their quirk painted onto them to communicate, that’s one way to view sign language i suppose…

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[zillyeh]

one day someone will buy dukana's design off me and I will finally be free of those ancient adopts

[windy-trickster]

Kissing Prompts: Lazy Kisses [1]

Pairing: CronKri Rating: Fluff A hazy, lazy day. Just like most days had been for the seadweller named Cronus Ampora. He hadn’t been able to pull himself out of his cocoon, not wanting to get dressed. He had covered all of his mirrors, any reflective surfaces. His inner self-hatred, him hating who and what he was was taking a massive mental toll on him. And a physical one as well, which only made things worse.

He hadn’t responded to anyone’s messages either. His blinking palmhusk lay not that far from him. So many missed messages, missed calls. He didn’t care though. He was just wallowing in self-hatred. Self-pity. The foul stench of his own negativity and loathing stinging at his senses like a swarm of bees. God. He would kill to get this scent out of his head. Cleanse it from his body and rub it out of his eyes. Everything was just… Burning.

He closed his eyes and started to slip himself lower into his cocoon but stopped only a couple seconds in. His palmhusk was going off with a light, airy little jingle that he had set for one troll and one troll only. It was Kankri Vantas. It was Kankri Vantas! His fins wiggled when it finally hit him. He pushed himself up and grabbed his palmhusk without a second thought as he rushed to open his matesprite’s message. Oh god, he could just FEEL the warm embrace. The soft fabric of Kankri’s bright red sweater rubbing against his body. That sweet voice that always soothed him, comforted him and told him how much he loved him.

Cronus slipped back into his cocoon, feeling the green slime engulf a part of his body as he read the message, leaning his head against his cocoon’s rim gently. “G99d aftern99n Cr9nus. I see y9u haven’t returned any 9f my previ9us messages. Which I d9 n9t mind, y9u are y9ur 9wn tr9ll and theref9re have y9ur 9wn pers9nal matters t9 attend t9. 6ut I am getting w9rried f9r y9u, dear… It’s very unlike y9u t9 n9t talk t9 me f9r this l9ng. If I had d9ne s9mething 9r p9ssibly said s9mething that triggered 9r 9ffended y9u in any way, I w9uld like t9 6e inf9rmed s9 I d9 n9t make that mistake in the future. And if n9t myself wh9 p9ssibly triggered 9r 9ffended y9u in any matter, please d9 tell me wh9 did s9 that I may pr9perly address the situati9n and get everything settled f9r y9u. And please d9 n9t feel pressured t9 tell me if it’s s9mething extremely sensitive that y9u feel is t99 difficult t9 talk a69ut. I c9mpletely understand and will n9t press this t9pic any further. 6ut please, if y9u are ar9und. I am w9rried a69ut y9u, Cr9nus. Can y9u please message me when y9u see this? I just…. I d9n’t want t9 6e left in the dark when y9u’re n9t feeling well.”

Cronus breathed in as he read the message, feeling his bloodpusher soften at the words. Kankri always cared so much about him. Cared about someone so useless, someone who had such horrible self image issues and species dysmorphia. But Kankri never looked at those parts of him. He knew Kankri saw the beautiful things about him, the things Cronus could do and excel at. And that always made the seadweller’s bloodpusher skip a couple beats whenever Kankri would mention them.

Mention how talented of a singer and guitarist he was, how his voice always helped Kankri sleep at night. And despite some of the more crude and dirty words Cronus would put in some of his lyrics, Kankri still loved them. The mutant blood praised Cronus for his bravery, his confidence. The “charming smile” that he apparently had. And god, did he want to hear those words so badly. To hear Kankri compliment and praise him. To feel Kankri’s small, sun kissed hands cup his icy, tear stained cheeks. 

Cronus pulled himself out of his cocoon and breathed out, cleaning the slime off his body before he walked over to his closet. He was only in his boxers at the moment. He wanted to look presentable, but he just grabbed one of his white t-shirts, his Violet sign printed on the front with some jeans and one of his many leather jackets. He dressed and went over to one of his mirrors. Oh right, Cronus sighed as he remembered that he covered them all up. And he really didn’t WANT to uncover them. As much as he wanted to fix himself up, put some gel in his black hair. He just… Couldn’t bring himself to uncover his mirrors.

Cronus took a breather before he walked out of his hive, pushing his hands into his jacket pockets. He hadn’t been out of his hive for a couple of days now, so it felt… Weird. Incredibly weird to feel the sand under his boots as he walked away from the ocean, heading towards the mainland to get to his matesprite’s hive. He wanted that sweet relief so badly. To feel Kankri’s arms around his torso. To cuddle and caress the smaller, hearing those adorable little clicking noises the other makes.

The walk to the mutant blood’s hive was long, but the long walk was always nice for him. Getting to clear his head, kick out some anxious thoughts before spending some quality time with his beloved. But right now? He just wanted to unload all of his anxious thoughts onto the mutant blood. Have Kankri sit down with him, hold his hand and just listen to him. That was one of the things Cronus loved the most about the other. How Kankri would just sit down with him, listen to him. Absorb his words and feelings, be able to talk to him and help him figure out his feelings.

Some odd minutes went by until Cronus reached the other’s hive. A simplistic, cottage styled hive with a cozy feel, black roof and frilly white curtains in front of the windows. Cronus has spent countless nights in this hive, far far away from his own. Away from the ocean, the sand, the bustling noises from within the depths. It was just soothing to watch the trees waver in the wind, hearing the gentle noises of the forest that surrounded the mutant blood’s hive. Kankri’s place was just more peaceful, soothing one might say. Or well, Cronus would consider any place away from the ocean to be soothing, but Kankri’s place? Top of the charts in his book! Cronus walked onto the porch and knocked on the door gently before shoving his hand back into his pocket. It wasn’t long until the door opened and a familiar, welcoming face greeted the seadweller. It was Kankri, his beloved little ray of sunshine. Cronus could feel his fins wiggle with delight when he saw the other, instantly opening his arms and moving forward for a hug that was happily returned by the smaller troll. Finally, sweet relief.

Kankri didn’t need to say much as he guided Cronus inside, closing the door behind them. He guided the other over to his sofa, sitting down with the seadweller and gently pushing some hair behind the other’s fin, frowning softly. “Cronus… Your hair-” Cronus held up his hand and nodded embarrassedly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… I know. I uh… Haven’t been taking care of myself. At all… I’m sorry chief.”

“Oh Cronus…” The mutant blood just smiled softly and got up, starting to walk to his kitchen. “Come along, Cronus. Let’s at least get that hair of yours cleaned up a little, hm?” Cronus nodded and got up, stripping off his jacket and tossing it onto the sofa. He uh… Wasn’t entirely sure what Kankri was going to do about cleaning his hair in the kitchen of all places, but he’s learned never to question the mutant blood at this rate.

Kankri was folding up a towel and adjusting it on the edge of his sink, humming softly to himself while rolling up his sleeves. Cronus’s fins shifted upwards slightly in curiosity, watching as the other grabbed a chair and positioned it in front of the sink. “So uh… Whatcha doin’, chief? You know you can always ask me to grab somethin’ for ya.” “Oh I’m not doing this to grab something. Please take a seat while I retrieve a couple items from the bathroom.” And with that, Kankri walked past the Ampora and vanished towards his bathroom.

Cronus did as he was told, sitting down and leaning back a little. It still hadn’t clicked with him what was going on until Kankri walked back into the kitchen with some shampoo and conditioner. God did he feel stupid once it hit him, Kankri was gonna wash his hair for him! His fins went down in slight embarrassment, but raised up once more when he felt Kankri’s soft lips press against his cheek. Jeez, Kankri could just sense whenever he wasn’t feeling good… And GOD did he love that about him. “Would you like me to cover your fins while I wash your hair, Cronus? Or do you not mind if I accidentally touch them while cleaning you up?”

Cronus clicked his tongue and looked up at the other. “I don’t mind you accidentally touchin’ them, chief. Just be careful, ‘ight? You know what happens when a fish’s fins get touched too much.” Cronus snickered and playfully winked, making the other let out a tiny snort of laughter as he turned on the sink, checking the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot nor too cold. Cronus just relaxed and closed his eyes, feeling the warm water cascade down his head while Kankri’s fingers gently ran through his hair, getting all of the dirt and grease out of his hair.

It felt extremely nice. Like… A lot nicer than Cronus expected it to feel. Kankri’s slender, soft fingers working through some of the knots in his dirty hair, feeling him gently scrub the shampoo and conditioner in and out of his hair, getting right in there and making sure he could get as much of the dirt out as possible. This was all leaving Cronus a purring, fin wiggling mess. The scent of the shampoo was also doing wonders for him as well. Cherries and.. Vanilla? Cherries and vanilla, that was his best guess at least, he wasn’t entirely paying attention to the scent but more of the sensations against his head.

Cronus twitched a little when Kankri got around the base of his horns, and this twitch caused Kankri to stop and look down at him. Cronus just stuck his thumb up into the air to signal to the other that he was okay. It was just common for the base of a troll’s horns to be incredibly sensitive, so he wasn’t mad that Kankri seemed to have forgotten that fact at the moment. Kankri just nodded and went back to what he was doing. Some odd minutes passed until Cronus was sitting back up, having Kankri just pat his hair dry then pull out a blow dryer, lightly ruffling the seadweller’s hair to get it as dry as possible. Getting pampered like this was nice… Cronus really liked this.

[chowtrolls]

A Conversation with the Previously Lost Dog

Google Docs Link | Part 2 | Part 3

The name Monark was a heavy one to hold, but despite this, you never changed it. Nor did you ever feel any real distaste or hatred towards it. You certainly never connected to it. Supposedly the Monark Line was a great one. You never felt anything great. You weren’t great by any means. You were just Jawska. Just JK. 

JK the simple, JK the undead. JK the shifter, JK the rice lover, JK the seamster. Nothing special, nothing important. The first- and only - time you ever saw a doctor was when you died. Legal paperwork and the state of your existence, well those just weren’t important to you. Maybe that was for the best in the long run. You’d be difficult to find! Or, that’s what Double had said. 

So, one can imagine the absolute horror you felt when you answered the polite little knock on your apartment door, only to find the absolute tallest man, head to toe in Fleet ensigma, that you had ever seen. Worst of all, he had your face. 

Thank the Empress or whoever else that you’d gotten better control of your emotion-based shifting. Panic stole your voice but didn’t turn you into a dog! You did, however, drop the bag of microwave rice you had been eating. Sirens were blaring in your head and telling you to run. You were never a runner. But the man before you, with his knowing eyes and silent smile, was the scariest fucking thing you had ever witnessed. 

“Jawska? Hello, hello,” For a man with such a large size, he had such a gentle voice. It was almost more unnerving. “May I come in?” 

Did you have a fucking choice? 

You nodded sheepishly, bending down to pick up your ruined rice. The larger troll had to duck into your apartment. You gestured weakly towards your meager apartment. There was little here to sit on, you never had guests, especially none of his size. This didn’t bother him much. He took off his coat and sat at your small dining table. Memories of MegaDad warning you of your ancestor, a large seadweller with dark mysterious eyes and an affinity for violence, rose to the forefront of your mind. This wasn’t a very violent situation yet. Was he planning something? Is he going to make you sign away your life?

You sat across from him. Staring at him with wide, horrified eyes. The silence was thick. 

“You were quite difficult to find, little one.” The older troll starts once again. His eyes aren’t dark, but they are mysterious. It dawns on you that you’ve never actually seen your ancestor. “Jawska Monark was a three sweep old, thriving with his lusus, in his schoolfeeding, until one day…he just…disappears. A missing wriggler. The Empire sent search parties, you know. Trolls did look, and they found nothing! You were presumed dead for quite some time!” He almost sounded fascinated. Truthfully, you hadn’t the slightest clue how you avoided everyone’s eyes. 

“Presumed deceased…until you popped up one day! I started my search then, you know. When you appeared in the background of that little fashion contest. With Mr. Flarin, correct? He’s quite the artist, I enjoyed watching his work.” You were almost convinced he was genuine. Fear was still heavy in your expression. He knew of Sionah, which meant he knew about Meyers and Amentu and Hiroea too, right? That was how those Fleet fuckers worked. They found what you loved and used it against you. Fear was quickly turning into anger. 

“I began looking, only to be shut down by the medical reports of your actual death. A horrible shock; I was devastated. Thankfully, I’ve got friends in low places. Otherwise I would’ve missed this wonderful opportunity.” Fuck, why was his smile so…genuine? 

You stare at him wide-eyed and silent. Several beats of thick silence pass before he speaks up again. 

“Oh god Messiahs, forgive me! I’ve yet to tell you my name.” He laughs softly. For some reason, his laughter sparks a light and bubbly feeling in your chest, inspiring you to laugh softly as well. It was almost calming. He extends a hand over the table, “I am Her Beloved Annihilation, though you may call me any variant of Annihilation that you may wish. I am your ancestor’s ancestor.” 

It takes a second for his words to sink in. As they do, you slowly shake his hand in return. You finally find your voice as your anger rises. 

“...Is that supposed to be reassuring?” Honestly, though. How was the title of Annihilation supposed to ease your nerves? The larger fuchsia looks confused for a moment, allowing you the chance to act. You’re quick to your feet, drawing a switchblade from your waistband. It opens with a satisfying click. You hold it defensively, taking a cautious step back. 

“I’m not going into the Fleet.” You state firmly, “ I don’t care who - or what - you are, I ain’t fucking going.” 

Annihilation looks at your blade, then to you. He doesn’t seem the slightest bit affected by the situation. If anything, he’s almost more concerned than before. It's as if the gears in his head are turning. Calculating his next move. His next words. Finally, he draws a long sigh. 

“Oh, Jawska,” your name rolls off his tongue so easily, spoken with such love and compassion. How someone who has never met you could hold such love when he says your name. Your confidence starts to shake. As does the hand holding your blade. “You’ve never spent a second on that man’s ship, and yet he’s terrified you so.” 

You blink in confusion, hand lowering slightly. 

“The Fleet is no place for you. I’ve no intention of dragging any poor soul there, let alone you. I’m here today to talk about your ancestor, the Imperial Deepbite, as you might know him. I was hoping having escaped his grasp that you were spared from the horrors…I see I was wrong.” For some stupid, foolish reason, you find yourself believing him. Slowly, you take your seat again. The blade remains in your hand, on the table, a reminder to both present of what you would do. 

“I had hoped so deeply that the world would be kinder to you.” He looks you up and down, a deep sorrow replacing his confused expression, “Such was not the fate. I am sorry the world mistreated you so. I’m sorry the world and I failed you.” 

What an uncomfortable feeling, someone apologizing to you for the shitty cards you were dealt. 

“You’ve no reason to tell me a thing, little one. I am here to listen, I am here to care. If at any point you wish for me to leave, I will do so without hesitation.” His words are heavy, almost comforting. You trusted him. You had to, right? He was here, in your fucking apartment. He had worked so hard to find you. “I know of the abuse Deepbite inflicted upon others, but I see his absence in your life was no better. Even believing you were dead, that man still robbed you of a childhood. The wounds still run deep. You do not know me, and it is not my place, but I am here to listen if you’ll have me.” 

He extends his hand across the table, holding it out to you. His smile is soft, sad. For a moment, the moonlight illuminated his soft features. The kiss of wrinkles along his face, the fins as tattered as your own, the scars he didn’t try to hide, the story behind his eyes. The world had not been kind to you, just as it hadn’t been kind to him. 

Others had told you that you were given a bad hand in life. Meyers especially, when she was trying to encourage you to be braver. There was just something different when Annihilation said it. [elaborate] 

Slowly, you let go of the blade, and rest your robotic hand on his scarred one. You stared at your hands together, and somehow, by some grace, felt the warmth on your palm. 

“You don’t have to live in survival mode anymore, my dear.” 

“....How?” You barely choke the word out, finally meeting his warm gaze. 

Her Beloved Annihilation smiles at you. There’s exhaustion in his eyes, but love in his smile. You feel warm in his gaze. 

“You’re a Monark, my love. You can do anything. Let yourself lean on those who love you. Hold your love close to your heart and use it to keep going. Let yourself relax, enjoy the small things, and smile. Take your time. The world is not out to get you anymore. You can settle. You can be happy. It’ll take time, my boy, but you’ll get there. You are a Monark, after all.”

For the first time in your life, you finally felt something towards your name: comfort.

[last-c2usade]

PROFILE (viewable only ooc)

Name: M█████ A█████

Alias(es)/Title: S. Adamantine.

Species: Openseadweller Alien.

Age: old!!! 327? (not that old for a seadweller honestly since they live around 1K years but yeah)

Sign: Aquarius (tho his human star sign would probably be... maybe Sagittarius?)

Blood Color and Caste: Bright Red (near pink), royal member of the Underwater Court.

Gender: Male (he/him)

Sexuality: Bi, aromantic.

Occupation(s): ex-conqueror, author, numbers cruncher, ship captain

>Physical

cw self-harm ment

Big round blubbery guy! Like a beluga or an orca. Round flattish face, big nose, chubby cheeks, big square chin. Thick horns that flow back over his head and end in harpoon-like hooks. Webbed hands, big thick tail with dorsal fins. Thin colorful purple fins over his long, sharp ears, near his horns, down his tail. Thicker, stouter fins down his back, on the back of his arms, down his tail, at the end of the tail. Has a big scar over his nose. Darker forehead, white around the eyes. Dark tips (hands, end of tail, horn tips, nose). Thick paint around his eyes like this (thick around the eyes like eyeliner, with wings at the tips). Claws that are usually painted black. Self-harm scars on the insides of his wrists and on his thighs. Thick heavy tattoos on both of his arms depicting various important events in his life. Think biker tattoo sleeves. Big tattoo on his back of half-folded bat wings. Big tummy! Fat! Blubbery. Stretch marks as well. No stripes! Just darker back and lighter tummy. Spattering of beauty marks / freckles all over.

Most of these won't come up except for the stuff that you see on the outside. His wrists and self-harm scars are always covered and he tries to cover his tattoos when he's in professional court settings.

When in uniform, Adamantine wears a full-body wetsuit under sleek-black armor (not full body, just a chest-plate, kneepads and gauntlets) made by Armourer, marked with Ada's caste symbol and the symbol of the empire, as well as his name. Wears a bright purple sash that crosses horizontally across his front, tied at his waist. He wears heavy, military boots that match his armor.

When out of uniform, he wears black tight leather or denim pants, a black or brown button up shirt open at the top or, when at much more casual, a band t-shirt under a brown leather vest or just a band tank top. He wears brown leather cowboy boots and brown leather arm bracelets that are thick enough to cover his wrists, or a watch. He dresses like a biker, and he LOVES brown leather.

Pets: None!

Religion: Part of a clown church cult i don't have a name for yet which worships pain and suffering as a source of power (thus the self-harm scars).

MBTI: idk yet!

Likes: reading, writing prose and poetry, fixing/doing mechanics on his bike and various other machines, swimming (he swims really fast!), old man things like pool and billiards, drinking various exotic alcohols (he might have himself an addiction), coffee and tea, tobacco and smoking, horse riding when he can, MATHS and NUMBER CRUNCHING, killing, pain, conquering by force, spa day, Armourer, Bentiv

Dislikes: court drama (and most of the royal court with it), being left out of the group, not being respected, being hot all the damn time my god is he sweaty sometimes, having to use his legs for an extended period of time (he'd rather swim. or drive), being rushed, soda and cheap or fast food, having to micromanage people, people who question him, and people who dig into his past

Positive traits: smart, talkative, willing to talk to you about things if they interest him, patient as hell, creative, kinky, and he's learning to be relatively friendly and approachable!

Negative traits: judgey, automatically thinks he's better than you (he's working on it), bitey, will question authority if he thinks it's stupid, pushy, his way or the highway stubborn sometimes, clingy, automatically assumes the worst, shy

Misc brain stuff: hyperempathy, has a hard time saying no, bpd girlies be like, ptsd, suicidal. trying. really. hard. to be nice. to you. : }. can get panic and anxiety attacks if pushed too much. uncontrollable anger that'll make him say shit he regrets if you press the wrong buttons.

Disabilities: none! other than the brain shit. which there is. a lot of.

Random stuff i find fun: he's a cusp-blood, half clown half violet. has weak psionics for making you feel what hes feeling. activates whenever he feels a super strong emotion. is part of a clown church cult as a result. does this to say fuck the court. hates the court passionately. your character Would Know (if they remember) that he's been kicked out of the royal court for some big disaster. they would not necessarily know unless they were there that day that he was kicked out for trying to colonize a planet, being told he can't because it was A. unnecessary B. took too much resources C. doubted he could do it, did it anyways and not only conquered the unconquerable but got more than 3/4s of the army he took to wipe it out killed. (and that he managed to do it because he yelled so hard at the empress and demanded his place with such amount of force she had to reward him for it.) Also! his blog name is a reference to "Foundations of Decay" by MCR lyrics, and his title is a reference to a quote from Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky. Which I haven't read so I'm a poser and I can't vouch for it, but some vibes tell me Ada would LOVE the big sweeping suffering of the Russian classics.

Relationship Status: Somewhat Dating Armourer. They're close friends (not as close as Armourer is to Bentiv tho). Has a best friend I know nothing about. Good friends with Bentiv! OPEN to advances, but he's very very picky. You can try. He will be Super Judgey and/or get super attached instantly (which. if he does. he'll then proceed to entirely rely on you for his wellbeing. he's. working on it. maybe.).

[grimlights]

there is water at the bottom of the ocean

[sagitroll]

Ever since I first read Equius' wiki page, I couldn't forget this section.

Like, how's that that he mentions him frequently? That drama about landwellers vs seadwellers rivalry? Then he sorta just gives up and admits something about advances? They read like spiteful exes to me, it's so lovely funny.

In any case, it also reads as if Eridan had flirted with Equius at some point and the latter either rejected him or never replied properly and was in denial for the whole blood ideals but couldn't stop thinking about it, which I dig for character depth reasons.

If that were the case, to me, that part about advances feels as if Eridan was constantly trying to get back with/win Equius over as if he couldn't just leave it be and— Arrrrgh, I love that trope!!! And seems in character for the drama king. (To me, of course.)

If I could, if I had the chance to, if I were to find one of those god forbidden Toblerones, my wish would be for them to be canon, no second thoughts.