#izopop hollie

[anontrolls]

> Tink: Homecoming.

It’s noon, when you finally come back.

You timed it carefully - you’ve been gone for nearly a perigee, a little bit more patience isn’t much to ask from yourself. It’s the day after one of the only two nights of the week you can count on Izzy having actual customers, and the sun is at its zenith. You fish the key out from behind the loose stone in the arch of Izzy’s entry way.

Your fingers are so clumsy that you can’t fit the key into the lock properly the first three times, and on the fourth, you tip forward when the door opens in front of you anyways.

Izzy catches you by the arm, narrowly avoiding getting impaled by your horns. You look up, and you can tell even through the filmy quality that your vision has taken on that there’s bags under his eyes. He isn’t even pretending that he’s been sleeping properly.

Isn’t even pretending that he knows how to talk properly, either, given the way he’s jawing at air like a damn goldfish. You wait for the first half-concocted syllable to crack out of his throat before you interrupt, squinting up at him accusingly.

“You smell fucking amazing,” you inform him, “Like four courses with dessert,” and, shit. That is not what you meant to say. You were thinking it, yes, but you weren’t supposed to say that.

“I - I don’t - I can pre-pretend you didn’t,” Izzy offers, and you thump your head against his chest. Drat. You weren’t supposed to say that either. You fucking hate trying to think through the Messiahs-damned hunger fogging over your brain.

It’s even harder when you’re supposed to be trying to move. Everything is shifting, and you can’t quite decipher which way it’s going until everything tips completely sideways and you realize Izzy’s flopped you down onto the couch. The front door is closing, lock clicking, and it feels like it only takes the span of one blink before you’re getting hefted up again, head lolling against Izzy’s shoulder.

Mm. It’s nice to move without having to move, you decide.

Izzy huffs a laugh that sounds more than a little bit hysterical, and you’re too tired to move your arms, so you gnaw at his shoulder in revenge instead. He’s not wearing his over-vest, though, and you belatedly realize that this was a terrible idea because you’re not sure you want to let go.

“P-please don’t eat me,” comes from somewhere above you and a little to the left. You blink slowly, lean your head back, and shove your own wrist into your mouth instead. Doesn’t taste nearly as good, but counter-intuitively is probably less likely to lead to your eventual death. 

You blink again, and you’re staring at the ceiling with Izzy dragging your hand out of your mouth as you moan in protest. He’s stronger than you at the moment, though, and when you squeeze your teeth in harder he just jabs you in the side, right under where your mushrooms start, and it’s enough to make you gasp plaintively - coincidentally enough for him to get your hand out. You mull that over for a second. Clever. You can’t muster up the strength to get your hand back up from where it’s flopped, but you can at least glare at it.

You turn your head to do so, and promptly change your mind to glare at Izzy instead. He’s just - bustling around, like you’re not laying here on this - what are you laying on? It feels like a seating platform, and the carving knife on the side table informs you that it’s probably Izzy’s block. You could stab him with that. Then you could eat him.

You’re too tired to do that, though, because, like you were thinking earlier, you are laying here wasting away while Izzy just clomps around the room like a particularly graceless and passive-aggressive giraffe. What right’s he got to be passive-aggressive? You’re the one starving to your second death. Besides, you’re better at it.

The thought of eating Izzy keeps trailing its tantalizing way back across your mind, and you let yourself nightdream (daydream, you suppose, given it’s the afternoon) for a few glorious moments. You’re just about in the middle of the bit where you bite into his arm (he has a lot of muscles in his arms, you think, which would be particularly delicious) when something yanks at your feet and you yelp in distress.

“Iz- Izzy!” you call for help, and - no, that’s him doing the pulling. You squint, confused, and he waves one of your boots at you. Great. That wasn’t worth actually stuttering at him over. You’re the one that’s good at talking. And he’s still close enough that you can smell him. It’s not fair.

“Izzy,” you complain, and blink in surprise when you’re yanked at again. Right. Two feet. Two boots. Yes. That makes sense. “Izzy, I’m hungry.”

“I - I don’t have anything right - right now,” he hedges, edging over to your side. His stupid hair is covering his blue eye. Why’ve you always got to be staring at the Mal-colored purple one?

Regardless, the reply is unacceptable. You grope weakly at him and get a handful of pants fabric. Tugging at it is like trying to pull at a damn tree. You should know, you’d gone all the way to the jungle treeline while you were gone. It was horrid and wet.

“I’m hungry,” you repeat, “And you smell like you come from somewhere with five stars to its name, which - which is absolutely not fair, because you look like a two at best. But you don’t need all your bits, okay? Listen - listen, this is important. You don’t need all your parts.”

He wraps a hand around your wrist, and you don’t quite hold back the whimper. He’s warm, and he smells mouth-watering, and you can practically feel the blood pulsing beneath his skin, hot and-

“I’ll go to-tomorrow,” he assures you, brows furrowed, “When - when the sun sets. I - I promise, Tink, I - I just - I didn’t know when you’d be back - I don’t have anything for you n-now.”

He just peels your fingers off of his pants, and presses you back into the reclining platform by your shoulders. The pressure is burning handprints into your skin, cloak and scarf be damned. Actually be damned, you realize belatedly, because you’re not wearing them anymore, just a loose undershirt that’s light enough to barely even brush against your mushrooms.

“You’re a selfish bastard,” you groan, “Fuckin’. Feral cullbait. Asshole. I hate you. Why are you so awful?”

He winces, and you lift your lips back into a snarl when you see the way he’s cringing into his collar. Hasn’t got his vest on, though, so he can’t hide practically his whole face. Loser. He doesn’t even have to hide his face, and he still does it. Meanwhile you’re stuck with a veil for the rest of your damn life. Unlife. Whatever.

“S-sorry,” he mumbles, and you want to say something back, something terrible, something that’ll make him go away and stop touching you and being all warm and filled with blood right next to you and torturing you -

You blink, though, and the next time you open your eyes, he’s gotten away from you. Somewhat, anyways - he’s passed out in a wooden chair on the other side of the room, facing you but much too far to reach.

“Fff- fuck,” you snarl, and twist yourself off the platform anyways - your shoulder hits the edge of the side table when your arm remains pulled across to the seat-back of the platform, trapped by a handcuff wrapped around your wrist, though, and the delicate frills of a mushroom split like a wound. You make a wordless sound, sharp and mournful, and claw at your wrist desperately, twisting away from the offending furniture.

Izzy scuffles behind you, thumping across the floor until he’s looming behind you and you cringe into the platform.

“Don’t touch me,” you sob, pulling at your arm, “Don’t fuckin’ - don’t - I hate you - should never’ve come back - you’re just locking me up again, you stupid - you - I’m not some animal -”

Hands wrap around your waist like iron bars and you screech as Izzy lifts you back onto the platform. You try to thrash, but all you manage is to punt him in the knee - not a particularly effective attack when you’re wearing just socks.

Izzy backs away as soon as he puts you down, making some sort of weird hissing noise - you can’t tell if he’s trying to talk or signalling for you to shut up, so you narrow your eyes at him and hiss back, louder and rattling.

He flinches, full-bodied, and stumbles back towards the door.

“It’s - I’ll go - you tried to b-bite me,” he trips over excuses, “I’m - I’m going to go - get you food, Tink, it’s - it’s fine, it’ll be f-fine-”

He’s still stuttering when he shuts the door behind him, lock clicking, leaving you chained to the stupid couch like a dog he’s left in a kennel.

You make like a dog and howl into the pillows until you’re too exhausted to stay awake.

[mirkstrolls]

Ask meme crackship: Izzy and Vide, for maximum anxious and maximum green. Alternatively, Laledy and Weeds for maximum OBNOXIOUS?

oh noooo I didn’t realize how much common background they had until right now]

I also didn’t realize how little I knew about Izzy as a character so this is mostly just what Vide would do in each quadrant. Feel free to chime in!

♡: Vide would find Izzy pretty attractive, actually! Tall, pretty, good hair, etc. I just don’t think she’d find him flashy enough to be thoroughly interested – Vide’s taste in most quads runs to “tough and melodramatic.” That said, if they did get together, it would probably be a cute but very awkward relationship. I’m not sure how well Izzy would take Vide’s “oh we’re quadrants, let me just camp out on your lap” approach to things, and there would be a lot of one of them getting up the courage to make a move or something and the other one completely missing the cue. At least they could bond over gardening!

◇: It would not be reciprocal. I think Vide would take one look at Izzy and go this poor guy has so many Troubles, there is no way I’m loading him down with mine. She’d be very attentive and caring, like she usually is, but she would absolutely not mention her previous drug habit, pervasive fears, etc, unless he cornered her about it. She’d also get very much into the “have to FIX him: line of thought, which…. #yikes, Vide.

♧ - Possible! They’d probably both be really laid back about it, and have a really open relationship since they’d be auspisticising a lot of other folks. I don’t know a whole lot about how Izzy feels re: blackrom, but it’s possible they could kinda needle each other into trolling up and going after any black crush either might have. Are Izzy and Tink still, technically, dating? Because….

♤ - Izzy has a daywalker. In his basement. And he doesn’t want to kill it. Vide would be utterly appalled if she found out, and she’d likely try (unsuccessfully) to kill Tink before anyone could explain. There’s a chance she could take that, and the fact that Izzy has a lot of the habits she sees as weakness in herself, and apply it as no this guy is awful, i definitely need to steal his keys and put them in jello. Again, I’m not sure how Izzy does quads: how would he react to persistent bullying from a tiny jadeblood? Would he even see a viable kismate in her, given that their interests overlap in pretty much just gardening? 

[toomanydamnhelmsmen]

izzy makes a very convenient prop to lean on. shame that he's not good for much else! 8)))

[astuteattendant]

==> DHAZZY: ENCOUNTER AN AFFRONT TO NATURE

@belltrolls

Hefting the sturdy satchel of drugged grubs in her hand, Dhazzy scans the horizon for signs of other jades, hordes of zombies, or other threats to her precious cargo. She’s well covered, with sun goggles over her face and every inch of skin firmly concealed from the burning rays of the Alternian sun. After ascertaining that there’s no one around to see her, she steps away from the craggy rock where her enclave lives and works and sets out for the designated meeting place. 

She’s nearly to her destination when she hears rustling sounds. Fuck. Dhazzy equips her specibus and readies herself for a strife, bag set carefully behind her. 

[anontrolls]

10 for tink, 22 for lal, 14 for iz?

10: How do they deal with strangers?

TINK | By doing their best to make them not-strangers! Which essentially means figuring out what they want, how much power they hold over Tink, and what weaknesses Tink can abuse should they need to. Because Tink is a jerk.

22: If given a million dollars, what would your OC do?

LALEDY | Oh god, ahaha, um. Cry in a closet? Before going out to eat a decent meal for the first time since he bluffed Cennef into a pitch chicken date, buying some actual clothes that make him feel like an actual troll instead of a homeless kid with two shirts and one pair of jeans to his name, and then desperately trying to figure out how long the money will last him after taking out what he feels he owes Taylor and Cateex and Asmani and anybody else that’s ever done anything for him.

14: Pet peeves. Tell us what would really tick them off. Do they have a Berserk Button?

IZZY | Izzy doesn’t have a berserk button, unless you mean accidentally hurting someone trying to get away from them if he thinks anything related to mind control or voodoos is happening to him, but that’s more of a terror button. He gets mildly silently irritated at people chewing with their mouth open or doing other things that are rude according to common etiquette, though, because he always tries so hard to stick to what Mal taught him of it so he doesn’t look like he’s half-feral cullbait.

[anontrolls]

12, 13, 16 for Izzy

12: What scent calms them? Reminds them of home or something soothing?

Not anything particularly significant, aside from generally enjoying the smell of cooking food, but that’s got more to do with feeling calmer when he’s in the kitchen and working on things undisturbed!

13: Do they have any favourite foods? Would they eat it all the time if they had the chance? What do they hate to eat?

Izzy has less favorite foods as a whole and more just really likes eating things home-made. There’s something about food that’s been prepared in a home’s kitchen, and eating out in restaurants generally is a lot more stressful than he prefers meals to be with all the people around, especially if the restaurant is any degree of fancy. Put him somewhere that gives you differently-sized forks and he’s going to spent ten minutes in the bathroom desperately googling etiquette guides and trying to figure out just how out of place he lokos.

16: What are concepts they value? Virtues? What do they look down upon?

Izzy doesn’t feel very comfortable looking down on anything, but he is certainly very alarmed by people who are willing to exert unwilling control over others! He puts a potentially uncomfortable amount of value on kindness in actions, too.

[anontrolls]

12 and 15 for Kit, 7 for Izzy and Laledy

12: What scent calms them? Reminds them of home or something soothing?

KIT | You know how every home has a smell? The smell of his apartment is a big one for him, because it’s a place that belongs to him, that he has control over the contents and inhabitants of, and that the fleet has, thus far, never ever intruded into. He doesn’t have a lot of control over the rest of his life, as far as things go, but things that remind him of home help him feel less anxious.

15: Does your OC have any awful fears? Do they get paralyzed with fear or can they work through their fears?

KIT | Kit is just plain fucking terrified of General Leoffe. He has to work through that fear, and in fact sees nothing wrong with it, but he has genuinely had anxiety attacks at the thought that he has disappointed the general. Further stemming from that, he gets extremely flinchy when he thinks he’s might get smacked, and is generally really afraid of disappointing anyone.

7: What does your OC look for in a friend? Do they value friendship a lot?

IZZY | Izzy’s friendship standards, depressingly, are pretty much just plain ‘is not an overt asshole to him.’ He would gladly make friends with Liyiji even though he’s had one awkward conversation with the dude in a closet, half of which thus far he’s spent nervously cringing. He does put a lot of value into friendship, though, and still finds the the ability to just… make friends a little bit surreal, given how isolated he was courtesy of Tink and Mal for a long time.

LALEDY | Laledy values other people’s friendship with him, but thinks his own is utterly worthless! If you asked him, he’d say he values a lack of idiocy and someone who can take a joke when it comes to friendship, but when it comes down to who he actually makes friends with, it ends up being people being willing to actually pay attention to him and show any sign that they value him as a person.

[anontrolls]

Lokkic and Laledy right back at you ;D And for shits and giggles, Izzy/Farann and Emerel/Fishbait

LALEDY AND LOKKIC

(this doesn’t paint Laledy’s into-Lokkic-ness as a very high light haha but it works better if you consider the fact that his usual rating for people in most of these categories is 💔)

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

-2 for being a guy, because that is Weird ™ as far as Laledy is concerned. But also: he’s cute, pretty, and has muscles for days. Anybody that can carry Laledy across a desert gets points.

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

I’m glad three hearts was described as ‘hopeful’ in the rubric because that is pretty accurate wrt Laledy’s point of view about friendship with Lokkic.

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗(wanting to have sex with them)

Not really having much of a libido rn aside, Laledy has a lot of complicated eugenics opinions internalized that don’t translate very well to thinking that having sex with another person is an okay thing for him to do. Especially given that Lokkic is jade, and also somebody that Laledy likes as a person.

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔(hoping for a romantic relationship)

Laledy doesn’t… do romantic intent for concupiscent quads, haa. Even if he thought he was into Lokkic, he’d feel too weird and guilty over it to make any sort of move unless it was entirely spontaneous and unintended.

IZZY AND FARANN

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

Izzy’s mostly into pretty or handsome people that are not capable of physically intimidating him, bc he 100% does not need that on top of his social issues. Farann, unfort, is bigger than him, haaa.

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

‘Hopeful’! He’s not used to the idea that he can make friends with new people, and he’s really hopeful about it.

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔(wanting to have sex with them)

That is Too Many Complicated Feelings and also just not something that occurs to Izzy most of the time!

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔(hoping for a romantic relationship)

See above!!

EMEREL AND FISHBAIT

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

EMEREL IS REALLY GOOD-LOOKING and Fishbait is shallow af.

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

I keep putting 3 hearts for ‘hopeful’ for this category, ahaha - but, yeah, Fishbait would be into the idea of getting in good with Emerel! Jadebloods are rare and prestigious, Emerel is pretty, and they are liable to get along pretty well as hatefriends!

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗(wanting to have sex with them)

Less so ‘actively trying for’ and more ‘would be hella down,’ because: see ‘visual attractiveness’ and Fishbait is shameless.

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)

Same as friendship level, with a +1 for finding Em attractive! It helps that Em’s a good cook, has nice things, and is fairly well-off. Honestly, being in a quad with him would be pretty ideal as far as Fishbait is concerned.

[anontrolls]

> Taz: Meet Izzy.

@mirkstrolls

You hesitate in front of the door of the Brewed Awakening, looking around nervously as though someone will materialize to let you in.

It’s a cafe - by all rights, you should be letting yourself in. People don’t usually knock on coffee shop doors, and you’ve certainly never had to knock on Taylor’s.

But... it feels awkward, just barging in. You don’t know if they’re expecting you right now or not! Or - maybe you should have taken a different entrance? Taylor kind of implied this wasn’t going to be the most wholesome sort of help that you’re offering when you made wide eyes at the number she gave you for compensation, so it’s possible they don’t want you seen by outsiders.

- But you don’t know where another entrance might be, and clambering in through a window would make an awful impression, and also possibly get you shot. Besides, this is the coast. You’ve never seen the ocean before, and the people here are weird. There are more highbloods around, and they keep giving you looks that make you glad you’ve got blue on your clothes. You can’t tell if it’s the way you’re dressed, or your hair, or...

... It’s just a coffee shop.

You give in, knocking on the door and then stepping back to fiddle with the end of your braid. It’s fine! It’ll be fine. You’re getting paid a lot for this.

[anontrolls]

Izzy, you are legit keeping your dead ex in your basement.

AS: Oh, um, I mean, Tink is,, willing,,,, most, of the time, that is, and...

AS: We thought it, is better than, them getting out, and, mobbed by,, other daywalkers, right?

AS: At least, this way, they can stay themselves, even if,, it’s not the best, life? Or unlife?

AS: I do, feel bad about it, though. .n.

[anontrolls]

☭ for izzy versus cateex :3c

SADSTUCK AHOY

Battle Intro: “Oh no, oh no, oh - please, no.”

Victory: "I’m so s-s-sorry - I didn’t mean to!”

Half HP: “I can’t - I don’t want to fight you!”

Low HP: "Please, please stop. This isn’t - this isn’t good for anyone.”

Defeat: “That’s okay! That’s - we’re done, please! It’s alright!”

Death: "Cat-Cateex, wait, I’m sorry, can’t we - I have to take care of - Tink, and - the inn, please don’t -”

Assist: "This - ha, I think, maybe, we are making a habit of this?”

Taunt: [NOPE.]

Reacting to Taunt: “Oh. I. D-deserve that, probably. I’m sorry.”

Flee: "No, I can’t, I really - I’m sorry, for - I don’t know w-what happened, but I’m sorry that you have to do this, and - I’m, I’m leaving!”

Reacting to Flee: “That’s. Please be alright.”

Tie: “What happened? What - what happened?”

Perfect Victory: "I don’t understand why-?”

Low HP Victory: "Are you alright? Do you need a - a docterrorist? Oh, please don’t - don’t get back up.”

Finishing Move: [He hits her bad hand hard, and tries to abscond while she’s in too much pain to go after him.]

[anontrolls]

☭ AND MY OWN FARANN AND IZZY TOO

Battle Intro: "Oh, um - I’d rather - is this, I mean, is this really necessary, I’m not - sure -”

Victory: "Is - was that okay? Are you okay?”

Half HP: “You’re really strong, I didn’t - I mean I didn’t really realize, Xerxes never fought me, and...”

Low HP: "I - I think we should be done now, please!”

Defeat: “Oh, no, that - I’m not used to that.”

Death: "Wait - Farann, please wait, I think I’m really h-hurt,-”

Assist: "Oh, please let me - maybe, maybe I can help?”

Taunt: [I’m not sure Izzy is capable of this one in context. 8″D]

Reacting to Taunt: “I’m s-sorry. I’m really sorry.”

Flee: "I - I have to go, I don’t want to do - maybe we can - can talk later? Instead?”

Reacting to Flee: “Oh. Oh, I’m - I’m a little glad. Is that bad of me?”

Tie: “C-can I vote against a rematch?”

Perfect Victory: "I - what was that? Why did you do that?”

Low HP Victory: "I’m sorry, I’m really sorry - can I help? Please?”

Finishing Move: [He jabs his staff really hard at Farann’s knee, and hopes that seadwellers heal better than lowbloods when it comes to busted kneecaps.]

[anontrolls]

I just want to see Izzy in a situation where he feels confident and relatively safe! And I'd say 'less anxious', but *that* seems unlikely.

Haa, me too, actually? He would have a very hard time letting go of the social anxiety, but I think I’ve mentioned at some point elsewhere that he’d really enjoy being able to just... be around a few people he likes and, I dunno, camp out in the kitchen cooking for them while they do their own thing for the most part.

He’s actually fairly confident in a sitch like with Pheres and the daywalkers, or when he and Cateex got attacked, or even now that he’s running from a sea monster with Skippy - he’s not easily physically intimidated, and when there is Shit To Be Taken Care Of, it’s a good distraction from ‘oh god people with expectations,’ but obviously that’s a short-term type of thing.

(His eventual potential quasi house-husband future will be Nice tho tbh.)

[anontrolls]

> Farann: Converse.

@havesomefantrolls

You’ve been staring at the dusty screen of your husktop for the past forty minutes, waiting for the flip-flopping of your stomach to get any better, and thus far it has not helped at all. But you promised you’d call Farann, and it’s been five minutes past the time you were supposed to, which is actually freaking you out even harder, so you know that if you don’t do it now then you’re just going to feel even worse.

You count to three and hit the call button, then panic when you realize you’re still curled up on the couch with your knees to your chest and reorient yourself until you’re stilling in a less embarrassing position. And then you fiddle with your hair because you can see yourself in the reflection of your husktop screen and you’re - well, you’re not any more disheveled than usual, but the curls of your hair are sticking up in their typical silly way, and you couldn’t feel more self-conscious if you tried.

You don’t have any more time to fuss when the screen flickers and an unfamiliar face pops up, and before you can stop and remind yourself that this is supposed to be a visual conversation, you blurt out, “Hello! I’m - I’m v-very sorry I’m late, I was just - I was, um, I was - I didn’t mean to b-be, I mean, and, h-hi, I’m - Iz-Izzy, that is, Izzy, not - not that, just - M-Messiahs, I’m sorry, this isn’t - g-going very - very well - F-F-Fa-”

Your face has gone hot so very quickly and you trail off, unable to make yourself keep going (you can’t even manage his name, and isn’t that humiliating?), and this is where you should start actually signing, except it’s too late, isn’t it? Because you started talking and now you’ve mucked it all up, and if you start now it’ll just highlight the rest of your fumbling, and your hands are shaking embarrassingly besides when you lift them to cover your mouth.

So you’re left as you are, sincerely contemplating hitting the ‘End Call’ button and never ever showing your handle on the internet again, staring at the bottom corner of your screen and hoping to the Messiahs that Farann is as endlessly tolerant in person as he has been with you online.

[toomanydamnhelmsmen]

izzy+tink sketch plus crackship

[toomanydamnhelmsmen]

hoodledoos of some of @anontrolls' trolls, w/ guest appearances by beamer, jak, and random pitfighting grubs