#mutant goldblood reader

[vikkirosko]

could you do sollux, karkat, terezi and kanaya x reader (separate) whos a mutantblood with like. bright / neon yellow blood? thanks!!

Headcanons Neon yellow blood

♋️ Karkat Vantas x mutant!Reader ❤️

From the very beginning, your communication with Karkat took place on the Internet. He was sure that you were a goldblood troll and did not feel any problems from communicating with you. Even when you met in person, he didn't even realize how similar you were. He found out about the color of your blood when you accidentally cut yourself on a piece of a broken bottle. He expected to see ordinary gold blood, but he saw bright, neon yellow blood

It came as a shock to Karkat. You hurried to hide your wound, hoping that he did not see your blood, but Karkat had already seen everything, but he was shocked not by the fact of what color your blood was, but by the fact that you, like him, were a mutant. He didn't know there were others like him, but you froze when you saw candy red blood dripping from a small cut that he accidentally got trying to help you pick up the pieces

It became your shared secret, because both of you could suffer or die if someone found out about the color of your blood. In a way, it even brought you closer together. It was easier to hide the truth from others together, even though you had to hide from drones that could detect your temperature. You, just like him, were warmer than you should have been, which also put you at risk. But now you could try to survive together, because then you had a better chance of success

Karkat did not think that someday he would meet someone he could trust so much. You were the only one who could understand his problems and fears. He knew that he could trust you and that you were always ready to help him, just as he was always ready to help you. Your difference from the others brought you closer together much more than anyone could have guessed

♊️ Sollux Captor x mutant!Reader 🐝

You have been communicating with Sollux for a long time. He was sure that you, just like him, were a goldblood troll and therefore, without any problems, shared problems that others could not understand. There was a complete understanding between you. Sollux didn't even realize that even though he was close to his blood color, he still went beyond the hemospectrum

You hid the color of your blood as much as you could. However, you were careless and injured yourself when you were on the street. That's why you had to move towards your hive as quickly as possible. Seeing the hive where Sollux lived, you decided to take a chance and headed there, hoping that he would help you. He was surprised when he saw you on his doorstep, with your hand stained with neon yellow blood

Sollux did not leave you in the lurch, allowing you to stay in his hive. He helped you treat your wound and didn't ask questions about the color of your blood. He understood that you had reasons to hide it and he saw that now you needed support and not an awkward conversation about the colors of blood. He knew you could talk about it later, but not now

Despite the fact that you felt some tension, you hoped that your relationship with Sollux would not be destroyed. You didn't know that he was more concerned about you being injured than the color of your blood. He knew what kind of person you were and wasn't going to change his mind because your blood was different from his

♍️ Kanaya Maryam x mutant!Reader 🧵

You and Kanaya have been talking for a long time and when she found out that you were not far from her hive, she invited you to her. You were worried about it, but you came to her anyway. Kanaya offered you to stay with her for a few days and sew you a new outfit. You did not refuse her offer, knowing that the clothes that Kanaya sews have always been great

You stood quietly while Kanaya took measurements and selected fabrics. Every time she touched your skin, she felt that you were warm, even too warm. She blamed it on the fact that you were a goldblood troll, and therefore your blood was hotter than hers. However, it bothered her. She was thinking about it until she accidentally pricked you with a pin and saw a drop of neon yellow blood that flowed out of a tiny wound

Seeing your scared face, Kanaya hastened to calm you down and assure you that she was not going to treat you worse because you were a mutant. She understood that if the drones had found you, they would have killed you, but she wasn't going to put you at risk and report it to anyone. You were dear to her and the last thing she wanted was for you to get hurt

There were no more secrets between you and Kanaya and your communication became even easier than it was. She was glad to see you in the clothes with neon yellow inserts that she sewed for you. This color suited you much more than the usual yellow color

♎️ Terezi Pyrope x mutant!Reader 🐲

When you and Terezi were chatting online, you didn't have any problems. You were the one who offered to meet in reality and she agreed, confident that you would be able to have a wonderful conversation, but when you came to her, she sensed something strange. She only smelled it from Karkat, but it was something else. Something similar to the smell of bananas. Something bright yellow, more like neon yellow

You didn't talk about it, but Terezi continued to feel an unusual smell that came from you. It let her know that you were hiding your real blood color. Terezi wasn't going to treat you any worse because of this, but she was curious how long you could hide the color of your blood. She decided that it could turn out to be a good game

Terezi often asked questions that caused you concern, but she only laughed, realizing that she was getting closer to your exposure. She saw how worried you were, but you kept the color of your blood to yourself, so she said it herself. She could feel how worried you were, but she really wasn't going to treat you any differently

It was unusual for you that someone knew your secret that you kept to yourself for so long, but you trusted Terezi and were sure that she would not betray you. It was important to you, because your life depended on it. You took a big risk, admitting that she was right, but you were sure that it was a justified risk

[sludgewolf]

omg could I request Aradiabot x Troll-Reader hcs?

Reader is a mutant-goldblood(blood color is a bright orange-yellow) Reader can also be genderneutral

- 🧪

So so sorry for taking so long 🧪anon, but here's your hcs, if I intrpreted somthing wrong you can send another ask detailing what you want

Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs anything I post

Masterlist

Aradiabot x Mutant-goldblood!Reader

As a mutant you preferred to keep to yourself, always keeping other trolls a safe distance away

neve really having that many friends and the ones you had you were cautious no to let them get too close

even the one that you didn't like to keep secrets from

Looking back now Aradia probably knew you were a mutant, or at least that you were different

now as Aradiabt she definitely knew, not that you needed to hide anymore

and that took a massive weight off your chest, you hated hiding things from her and finally telling her was a relie

even if the way she found out was less than pleasant

You were sloppy, dumb, naive, hopefull even, with the game a new start, a chance for a new home, a new future where you wouldn't need to fear being culled for just existing, you had so many expectations for this

but you didn't expect that a final boss level threat would've needed someting on your planet, much less that that thing would cross your path

you were bleeding, like, a lot

it's surprising that you weren't dead already, but that wouldn't matter anyways

you slowly dragged your trut pods alon an endless corridor, leaving a thick trail behind you

everything felt heavy, slow, cold

then everything turned black

You woke up in a strange place, a place way too bright for your tired eyes, you squinted and looked around

it looked like your resprite block but not quite, not to mention that it looked like someone spilled those toxic neon faygo flavours all over your stuff and stained it all that stupid nauseating colour

then you remembered, you were dying

quickly you jumped from your coon and looked for your wounds, but no bright orangish yellow stained your fronds, and you felt fine, no pain, your wounds gone, and being in a strange yet familiar place

you were dead! It had to be it, there's no other explanation, you died and you-

"there y0u are" your thoughts were interrupted by a robotic Aradia

ok.. maybe not dead but hallucinating? you think out loud

"y0u're n0t dead" she says matter of factly "n0r anywhere cl0se t0 it. this is y0ur dreaming m00n and that's y0ur dreaming b0dy, it is kind 0f an extra life. th0ugh it's better t0 try n0t t0 bleed 0ut again."

you panic, she saw your body, she knows you're a mutant, it -why- Why would she still be talking to you??

Aradiabot helps you sit down and grabs your attention, "i d0n't give a shit ab0ut the hem0spectrum, t0 me it has always been t0tal bullshit, s0 d0n't w0rry ab0ut it"

"and besides, y0u didn't care that i'm n0w a r0b0t, s0 why sh0uld i care ab0ut s0mething as dumb as y0ur bl00d c0l0r?"

oh, right

you were so caught up in the panic of dying and being discovered that you didn't even stop to think about her new look

you ask her if she's ok with it, to which she says she doesn't care much,

you then look her in the eyes and sas that if she's still her then why would you care

"and y0u're y0u, why w0uld i care ab0ut y0ur bl00d c0l0r?"

damnit, defeated by your own argument, you awkwardly laugh at the irony and asks her for a hug since you needed one, to which she complies

After that you finally allowed yourself to let people in and that made you and Aradiabot inseparable

completing missions and traversing the medium side by side

You helped her safely get rid of Equius' creepy love program he installed on her, which she gladly threw back at him

on his head, with force

It also wasn't all that uncommon for you to prank each other

you using your psionics to mess with her mechanical parts,

while she would retaliate going back or foward in time to set traps for you

But her time powers weren't all just for battles or to mess with you

she would sometimes jump back to before Alternia was destroyed to find you presents or snacks that you missed from your homeworld

[mmmmalo]

Is it canonical that Zebede is castefaking being a goldblood and is actually bronze? I've seen some posts about it and your talking about him reminded me of those.

Ahhh that would explain why he has a pair of normal troll eyes (instead of alternating colors) and tries to skirt the suggestion that he communed with bees for that attack on the guy reclaiming the car. Also the unusually large horns for a gold blood... Neat!

The reader congragulates themself for familiarity with racial stereotypes when they initially recognize Zebede as a gold blood, I guess being wrong was the next part of the joke.

Edit: Or is he actually just a mutant gold blood, proving the stereotypes untrue? Makes u think

[dav3katz]

Eridan x troll-reader kismises hcs maybe a mutant-goldblood reader

Eridan Kismesis Hcs

- he’s quite an annoying kismesis, as you’d expect. He’s extremely clingy, so he’s always coming up with excuses to talk to you and bother you.

- he mainly does this to keep you from being bored of him though, to be honest. Many people have left him, so he has the fear you will too (whilst not wanting to tell you)

- however, he’s desperate. He tries to get you into other quadrants with him as well, fully convinced he may feel that way. He will take your rejection with stride though, and acts normal after that, with some slight bitterness. It only angers you more though.

- perhaps that’s a good thing! Cause wow! Eridan is really easy to hate and he is good at hating himself and really good at maintaining a black relationship!

- tries to kiss you a lot though, regardless of whether he thought he was red for you, or not. He’s just .. like that with his black partners sometimes. Hoping for some hate makeouts or something??

- will find any excuse he can just to see you, new doomsday device that doesn’t work? Perhaps he just pisses you off more on purpose and purposes a fight?!? Doesn’t matter

- he’d realize his blacker feelings for you quickly btw, he has a good understanding on that sorta thing for the most part (though I am under the belief that while he does often seek for black relationships, and knows the feeling, a part of him is truly looking for red relationships and doesn’t really know/realize it lol!!)

- black flirting all the time though, always talking about how much he fucking hates you

- and he brings it up to a lot of people too, especially to people that also hate you (so straight up shit talking? But then he tells you about it so like LOL?)

- he’s a bit obsessively clingy though so he’s always messaging you and can be tiring and even overwhelming at times and goes a bit far

- and would tell you to “stop bein such a wwriggler about it”

- but if you expressed it really upsets you and he’s being too crazy he will calm down a bit

- communication is key with him!! Because he will go too far and it may end to your relationship ending and left with bitter feelings

- back to the red crush thing though, he’d eventually realize he feels black for you truly! he just gets confused about his feelings, even if he feels he understands them relatively well.

- and hey! Despite the hatred he feels for you he has moments of being nice to you and doing things for you, with the “still hate you tho” sorta thing

[halloweensuittruffles]

could I request some Fem!Troll!Reader <3 Aradia Medio hc?

Reader is also a mutant goldblood(blood color is marigold)

Reader is a bit closed off as well.

Sure I can!! ✨✨🌟🌟

❤️❤️Fem!TrollReader x Aradia HCs❤️❤️

♈️Aradia would love to know what all your favorite things were, so she could have the perfect idea of what gifts to give you for special occasions

🦴She’d love picking each others outfits with you! Even if you were a bit shy about if you would pick an outfit she’d like, Aradia would encourage you to just try and see! 9 times outta 10 she’d absolutely love it

♈️I think Aradia can be a big spoon or little spoon, you just let her know how you feel

🦴but make sure she has her say too❤️

♈️I can imagine with your mustard blood abilities you and her could hover and dance together!~

🦴Get your favorite outfits on,,your favorite music,,,and be able to twirl and spin in the air together!💖

[ask-the-jester-buds]

A Headcanon about how grubs are born within the hemospectrum....

WARNING: The following headcanon will contain buckets, mention of genetic material and some wacky explanation about how mother grubs work… In other words, troll reproduction. Though it does not contain any sort of explicit content regarding intercourse, it could be implied.

Reader’s discretion is advised. 

It’s well known that in alternia there are more lowbloods than highbloods, even when drones and highbloods themselves are sent to “control the population”, it’s still evident that lowbloods surpass highbloods in numbers. 

But why is this?

I believe that the blood color of a troll can be defined by the color of its donors. 

Whenever a filled bucket is taken to the mother grub, this is fed to her in order to generate newborn grubs that will grow up into trolls. One bucket contains the exact quantity of material needed to generate one egg and depending on where the donors lie on the hemospectrum is the probability of the resulting color of the grub.

Example: If the donors were a Oliveblood and a Tealblood there is a possibility that the resulting grub will be in between Olive and Teal (Aka: Olive, Jade or Teal)

However the lower the blood the more dominant the gene and the higher the chances of the resulting grub to be born a lower color. So in this case, the resulting grub has a higher chance to be born an Olive rather than a Teal. 

To give another example: If the Donors where a Goldblood and a Purpleblood, the resulting grub would be born in the spectrum of [Gold - Lime - Olive - Jade - Teal - Cerulean - Indigo - Purple]. The grub wouldn’t be able to be born as a burgundy or a seadweller as those colors are not included within the limits of the donor’s combined spectrum. And seeing as how the lowest blood color is Gold, there is a Higher possibility that the Grub would be born as goldblood rather and an Olive, rather than a jade, rather than a teal, rather than a cerulean an so on.

For this reason, many highbloods, like Koresh,  do prefer to have highblooded partners. This way they can ensure that more future generations are born highbloods rather than lowbloods.

There are some exceptions to the color dominance rule however:

Jadebloods are a very rare blood color. Although they are considered Midbloods, the chances of a jadeblood being born are very small. So, even when the donors are a Jade blood and a Cerulean there is a higher chance of the resulting grub being born either a Teal or a Cerulean rather than a Jade. 

Fuchsiabloods are the rarest blood by excellency. The chances of a grub being born a fuchsiablood are probably the lowest of all bloods. However you don’t need a fuchsia donor to have the probability of a fuchsia grub to be born. If one of the donors is a seadweller there is a very slim chance that the resulting grub will be born royal blooded. However this is a very small percent of probability, there is more chance if the donor is, in fact, a fuchsia blood.

Limebloods are also a very rare blood color too, but not because the gene is recessive like jades, but because ever since the mass extinction of the color, The empress has ordered all Mothergrubs to be genetically altered so that they do not give birth to Lime grubs. This however is not a perfect practice and some very rare lime babies have been born. Their chances of surviving however are very slim, not only because some brooding caverns would eliminate lime grubs the moment they are born, but because there are very few lime blooded lusii that could take care of them. 

Mutants and Cuspblood mutations do not count as an exception, as they too follow the color dominance rule. 

Cuspblooded trolls are a rare mutation in which a troll is born with a combination of two natural colors that are together in the hemospectrum. Example: Being born with a color between Cerulean and Indgo, or purple and violet, or olive and jade. It is believed this is caused by the union of two trolls merged into one like a chimera, however this has not been proven. Even if they are a mutation, they would still be born within the limits of their donors blood colors. So, if the donors were an cerulean and a violet blood, a cuspblooded mutant would only be born as a cerulean-indigo, indigo-purple or a purple-violet. 

Mutant blooded trolls, are trolls that were born within the hemospectrum, but their blood lacks or has an excess of components that give the blood its color, causing it to have a very drastic change of hue (like how the lack of melanin causes people to be albino). This however doesn’t seem to change the overall form or abilities that a troll receives according to their place in the hemospectrum. (Like the double horns and the psionics on a gold blood, the chucklevoodoos on a purple blood, the psychics on a burgundy, etc. )

And Example of this would be Karkat Vantas, who was supposed to be born a Lime, but his mutation causes his blood to look candy red instead of the natural Lime. It is believed that his non-murderous, more friend oriented nature and his ability to calm Gamzee’s rage are all limeblood characteristics, this however has not been proven.

An overall note would be that a mutant donor does increase the chance of another mutant grub to be born. For this reason, many brooding caverns dispose of mutant grubs the moment they are born. 

As a final note I would like to remind you that aside from blood color, Trolls do not inherit any other genes or characteristics from their donors. Donors are not a grub’s parents as they have little to no involvement in the creation of a grub aside from giving genetic material, reason to why they are called “donors”. 

Trolls do not develop any paternal instincts nor do they share any connection, either in mind, soul or body, to a grub being born from their genetic material. Trolls, aside from jades in the brooding caverns, do not take care of grubs and do not partake in any parenting of their own species.

[twitchesandstitches]

Polypa and Konyyl Fight Comm

Commission of hyper muscle-gut Polypa fighting against a similarily beefy Konyyl!

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Music thudded out from the hive block; the deep thudding of drum-bugs bred for resonance and volume echoed loud, and the blood pumped faster, harder in tune with the music. Trolls were, by nature, inclined towards passion and bouts of fierce emotion by far more intense than most other aliens. Floating in the private lanes of those with a fledgling interest in xenopsychology (a discipline doomed to die, with the genocidal ambitions of the Condesce’s constant expansion, but ever heiress was a possibility for transformation and you never knew your luck in future ages) was a bit of writing about an alien met by a surprising number of trolls, and the unknown writer mused that perhaps this alien’s shocking lack of emotional extremes indicated that trolls had deeper feelings than they suspected.

Through alien eyes, trolls had seen that they felt deeply, fiercely. They saw some vague chance for kinder things to flow, as odd and even counterproductive though it was, but trolls did have other needs that an alien probably would not understand.

The thrill of claw biting into chitin; the crash of horns (ill designed for this purpose, better suited for the balancing of psionic humours, but then since when did anatomical use factor into the troll impulse to just RIP AND TEAR?), even the snarl of teeth biting into flesh and spilling blood onto the floor.

Trolls were not, by nature, murderers. They believed they were but, as the man on the moon might say with his fingers crossed, it was amazing how far you could bend a people and still have them believe everything they did was their own idea. But trolls were a passionate people, a fierce people… and violence was a need. There was a reason that fierce rivalries and the regulated spilling of blood was a kismessitude tradition.

And every urge finds an outlet in the properly organized parts of the world. And here was one such place. The hive block was a large one, but it was bigger underground, the upper part a facade to avoid too much attention. If the Proper Authorities knew about it, they didn’t much care. The Condesce, and those who understood her ways, was known to smile upon the practice. “BEATIN’ THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER IS FUN AS HELL,” she had said, once. Perhaps this was a sign she approved. Perhaps it wasn’t, and she was speaking about the general practice of relief duels.

The hiveblock was mostly a disguise, a shell set over trap doors and a small arrangement of puzzles to weed out the unworthy. It was mainly for effect, and to satisfy the troll instinct to maintain security. They weren’t exactly territorial, no more than any highly social species like them, but psychologically, trolls were most comfortable when there were clearly defined boundaries between who should be there, and who would be kept away. It crossed the social boundaries of caste, and even as security theater, it soothed people and allowed them to embrace the revelry without a little voice in the back of their mind being anxious.

A lot of this had been a big concern for Polypa when she had made the decision to join the underground fighting ring (literally, at that, metaphors generally being tangled with puns in troll naming structure). Fighting was not an easy adjustment for her, not when she had been an assassin for all her adult life. She was skilled at ending life as quickly and dispassionately as possible, discreetly if possible. The showmanship of battle was not an easy thing to learn.

But then, as Tegiri had noted, she would be able to satisfy her urges more easily, make even more money than as an assassin, and completely legitimately.

That last bit had been spoken as if an afterthought. Almost a dance between them, or plausible deniability to make him comfortable with her job; he pretended he didn’t know that she assassinated political figures in ways heretical to proper society, and she made sure he didn’t have to deal with it. Joining the fights was a good way to pleasure her belly, find a living that was easy on both her and Tegiri, and generally made her feel happier about things.

She didn’t expect to find a rival, but life had lots of happy surprises, like Tegiri.

Beneath the ground, in a space large enough to accommodate even the largest of trolls, a deep chamber plunged downwards, the squared-off steps descending downwards, in an effect similar to an inverted pyramid. Most of this space was filled by a gladiator ring, the circular platform surrounded by a translucent cage made of transparent resins, so the contestants could tear at one another without being able to flee as instinct might demand. Various mechanical ingenuities built into the floor would allow tools, trick weapons, or surprise obstacles to be brought in, though tonight’s match would have none of that.

A spiral arrangement looped around it, rows and rows of seats suitable to house any troll, from smaller rusts who crowded together like pudgy terrorscales, to being filled by enormous motherly bluebloods or purples, and every shade in between. They were not quite off-spectrum, but many of these trolls were close; some of them had forearms and claws so large they would need specialty weapons. Others had grown prehensile tails, curling around them, and still others kicked legs swelled into sharp hooves.

Mutations were often grounds for culling, but not always. If a mutation did not actually impede a troll, or made them more dangerous in some exotic, intriguing way, there were allowances for that. The underground fights very much demonstrated the notion.

Above the audience seats now filled to max capacity was a small balcony overlooking the ring, the onlookers present to dictate the flow of audience thrill and steer it if it got too intense. A bit like an auspistice, but for a group.

In this bench sat two trolls: Tegiri and Azdaja, sitting across from one another, weapons at the reader in case they decided the other was showing too much favoritism. Given that they were quadrantmates with both the combatants, that was likely. Tegiri frowned as Azdaja, his eyes were a bright teal, his chitin dense and little hooks sticking out, and despite his much broader frame, he was shorter than Azdaja, who smiled cooly. Azdaja, he was a goldblood, his eyes blazing with the power of his bloodline, emanating confidence and coolness where Tegiri was neutral, almost a void of a troll.

Tegiri tapped a fat bug linked by blood-cord to the speakers, and aloud he declared the beginning of the battle. “Welcome, my friends, my fellow worshipers of blood and might, welcome!” The crowd cheered as his resonant voice echoed, made deeper by the mike-bug’s effect. “I do hope you prepared yourselves for truly astounding feats of power and skill beyond that of any other troll, for it is upon us all!”

Azdaja spoke up. His voice was more smooth, brimming with a kind of sexual magnetism that was not so much commanding as charismatic. “All of us are different, in our own ways. Those of us strong enough to survive and serve our Empress, we have proven that we are different enough to serve ably! And our battlers tonight…” He wiggled his eyebrows meaningfully. Tegiri made a ‘tch!’ noise, baring his fangs. Azdaja just grinned, letting the tension between them mount, and feed into the same tension of the area. The crowd was hungry. “They are so very, very special indeed~!”

Both trolls stood up as two very… very large figures appeared in the shadows. Azdaja declared, “I bid you, raise your horns in surrender, for our fighters are here!” The audience, from the most lowly rustblood to the most endowed purpleblood, slowly stood up with a crashing of seats and clinking of floor resin, and as if a single mass offering themselves up to a fearsome goddess, they raised their heads up, horns away and exposing the vulnerable spot between jaw and thorax. It was so easy to kill a troll by going for the throat, to expose it, willingly, was a great act of vulnerability, and carried so much significance.

The fighters, both of them, gave the rumble of approval. The audience sat down, and though it was all just part of the ceremony, it still had the audience’s bloodpumps going, their faces varying shades of black or gray tinged now with their blood color, at simply being in a state where their idols, the warriors battling in their name, could have descended upon them but chose not to. It was a thrill, a dangerous one, and yet they loved it all the same.

There, away from each other there and getting prepped, the fighters gazed at each other, eyes both the same shade of olive green; one significantly higher, the other straining to look past her own heaving doom globes. Several attendants (smaller trolls, selected for their thinness even if that was a VERY relative thing among trolls), carefully adorned them with their battle garments, affixing the blood-colored banners and had them extend legs out for the boots, and the other clothing of the trade.

Polypa waited as the bandages were fully applied over her face by several trolls standing upon her enormous shoulders, and she was such a massive giantess of a troll (whispered by some not afraid to be labeled heretics that she was fuchsia-sized) that her shoulders qualified as scaffolding; the trolls looked barely a couple feet tall compared to her despite being of average height for their castes, and their stance-digits sand deeply into the thick muscles of her shoulders as though they were stepladders.

She was, by any metric, a mutant. Everything she ate was converted into more body mass, more muscle power, and possibly she was channeling her latent psionic abilities into that mass as well, as the bluebloods did.

Sometimes, Polypa suspected that the only reason she hadn’t been culled was that her transformation into this hulk had only been discovered after she had fully transitioned, and her strength was just too useful. The Empire regarded useful mutants, or ones strong enough to survive despite the odds, to be worth keeping around and adding to the genepool.

Only one of her eyes was left exposed as they were done, staring ominously across the audience. A few swooned. Polypa’s face, and the terrible burn scars some suggested she had inflicted on herself for the hell of it, were covered in bandages, but that didn’t quite do more than obscure her absolutely massive lips (puckered, it seemed, and inviting), and somehow her face veins were even larger. Thicker across than a grown trolls hands, wider around than her horns, and carrying valuable body-engorging chemicals right with her blood. They pushed out against the bandages, pulsing faintly, faster or slower depending on how worked up she was, and some enterprising technician had worked out a counter to determine the intensity of the fight by measuring how fast those veins were pulsing; if you could see them contracting and pushing out over and over, then you had a real damn fight on your hands!

It was difficult to imagine anyone giving her a fight like that. Even adorned in the fabrics of the ring, it could do little to hide Polypa’s body. An enormously muscular titaness, her muscles were impossibly defined, and deeply rigid, almost blocky where they were tensed. Her biceps alone were several times larger than her head, seemingly too big for any normal troll to contain them in her body, and her apparent frame was made mostly of her hyper-sized muscles. Her doom globes were hardly small, easily larger than her head, though compared to her various other assets and muscles, her bustline just seemed… mostly irrelevant.

Sticking in front of her, raised up on a throne, was her proudest feature, her biggest crowd draw, and the source of her mass. Polypa’s stomach was a gigantic orb, distended and swelled into a ball shape hanging out before her, but it was not soft at all. Abs lined it, as clearly defined as the muscles on the rest of her, so that it seemed to be a rounded distortion of a hyper beefy troll of Polypa’s dimensions. It was just so big; it easily dwarfed Polypa, a round behemoth of a musclegut, and she could probably have fit several dozens of her attendants into it without difficulty.

As they climbed up it, sliding up and down, affixing bits of cloth here and there, or just slowly making their way down the ladder of abdominals, Polypa twisted and seethed. She was good at hiding it, but even a bolted down ladder suggests a lot of tension if it strains a certain amount, and for such a controlled troll’s hips to bump that much, or for those huge lips to be clamping down on noises that sounded a lot like sensual moans, and all from the slightest brush against her massive… incredibly sensitive belly…

Even just the air moving against her belly aroused her. Her gut, and especially the sub-dermal chitin, was one big erogenous zone. Putting any layers over it was just out of the question. She would never cover up her pride, but touching it like that was just going to overload her pleasure perceptions.

Polypa shivered, instinctively crossing her legs together, door-sized thigh muscles striking against one another with an audible bang. By sheer luck, it resonated with the background music and the noise sank into the crowd yells, and the beat came louder, pulsing with the animal battlelust of the crowd.

She gazed across at her foe. Polypa shivered, not exactly in dread. With her fighting style, this would be hard…

Because her foe was like her.

Both fighters advanced to the ring, and even at a distance, it was clear that her rival was just as mutated as her; they were both within acceptable parameters by Imperial law, on the basis they could absolutely fuck things up. The floor shook as their gigantic bodies advanced, and thighs wider around than some trolls were tall smacked together as they ascended the stairs. Skintight costumes, flame-bright for Polypa and clashing shades for her rival, clung tightly to their gigantic bodies, highlighting the bouncing, dense bulk of rumblespheres bigger around than entire doors, backsides even larger to counterbalance their enormous bodies.

On paper, their mutation was a simple; incredibly efficient metabolism and nutrition absorption. A simple thing, it seemed, until you considered how fast someone might grow if they converted every single thing they ate into raw biomass, right into their body. And some other mutations went into it; hyper muscle growth, some unusual flux of hormones governing rumblesphere and chairbuster development, something to do with latent psionics...

That was the science, at least. The results were a lot more impressive than it sounded.

Polypa’s opponent slowed just as she did, and they wound up paused paused in midstep, their the slopes of their engorged bellies protruding right into the right already. Polypa couldn’t shake how similar they were; maybe it just some coincidence in the genetics, or even some common ancestor from ages in the past, but they had both mutated in such a similar way, and it was refreshing to have a competitor who could keep up with her, and a bit worrying that she might have… well, a real rival on her hands.

Tall spiky horns rose up over a wild mane of hair, and gazing up at her was a somewhat smaller troll with broad, lovely features. Konyyl Okimaw caught her eye and gazed levelly, and Polypa was struck by how big she was.

Not heightwise, by her standards. Polypa was a giantess among trolls, and Konyyl’s head barely came up to her neckline, her horns just barely as high up as Polypa’s own horns. Konyyl wasn’t as wide as her, either, Polypa was simply carrying too much developed muscle mass. But Konyyl was curvy in a way Polypa wasn’t, her huge muscles nearly swallowed up in her plump, strongfat build, softness brimming at every angle. Her thighs were round, her belly a smooth expanse of inviting bulkiness.

And the rumblespheres so close to popping out of that costume were almost twice the size of Polypa’s. Polypa wasn’t really threatened by that, beyond a vague sense of ‘damn, wish I was that stacked’, but it was unusual to be around anyone more developed than her, no matter which way it was. And her hips! Her butt; it was so big and spilling out so much that even from the front, Polypa could see hints of it.

Her own backside, slabs on slabs of solid meat swelling out, wasn’t quite as large, proportionate to her own body. It was a battle of beef versus thickness. And Polypa felt trepidation at the thought of all that body mass slamming into her so very sensitive belly, and some excitement too.

Both professionally, and… less so.

She tried to move forwards and direct all eyes to her again and her stomach smacked into the doorway, bending the metal effortlessly away from her. Her skin sang at the touch, heat pulsing down right to her hips. She felt her bulge swell, the cup built into her suit giving her some modesty, and the veins on her face swelled so much her hair was pushed out of the way. Her belly pushed, to and fro, and her lips clamped against a lusty growl when the doorway broke apart around her. Her belly hit the ground and it was harder still to keep her composure: every scrape against the ground sang like fire in her loins, the whisper of air was a sensual pressure she didn’t want to stop. Every impact, every little motion of her gut and every touch against it felt so good.

God, she loved how sensitive her muscle gut was. And it was so hard to fight with it and keep her composure. It was almost enough to let her forget that her moirail, Tegiri, had gotten into some kind of an technicalities argument that was now close to a full on brawl with Azdaja up there. The shouts and argument rising up there, and absolutely unscripted, did manage to get her attention off the pleasures of her body. Embarrassment ensued, and Polypa realized that Azdaja was presently trying to duel Tegiri right on the spot.

Rather than, well, focus on their own fight.

Polypa’s blinked her visible eye. She shared an embarrassed glance with her rival, but it seemed mostly wasted. Konyyl Okimaw, perhaps the only troll alive on Alternia capable of keeping up with her, was grinning up, apparently pleased at the incensed shouts in the announcer booth: “NO, FUCK YOU, BEEF BEATS ROUND!” - “YOU IGNORANT BUFFOON, SQUISHY DEFLECTS THINGS HARDNESS WON’T” and so on.

Konyyl flexed, drawing the crowd to her body, and Polypa seethed; her rival, it seemed, had a knack for showmanship that really did not come naturally to Polypa. She raised an arm several feet across and flexed, impressive biceps rising up, though barely half the size of Polypa’s they still dwarfed Konyyl’s arm. The crowd hooted, cheered and in a few cases almost fainted from big sexy overload as Konyyl’s massive doom-globes shifted on her round gut. They were nearly twice the size of Polypa’s, despite the height difference, and though Polypa considered that Konyyl’s own gigantic belly was too round to really be impressive (not when it didn’t even have a single visible muscle on it), she was certainly stacked, front and back.

Konyyl turned, her butt wobbling and rising up nearly to her waist, perhaps half as big as her belly (and that was saying something). “Hey! Who wants to see a real throwdown!” she bellowed. She throw a bit of her hips out so her soft stomach and massive rumblespheres rocked in exactly the right way to hit the primal ‘fuck yes’ button of troll psychology.

The crowd screamed, applauding and in a few cases getting so enthusiastic they headbutted one another. In the booth, Azdaja and Tegiri paused in their argument and got up to hurriedly resume their seats.

Attention turned to Polypa, and she became acutely aware that she was the star of the show, so to speak. She coughed, awkwardly. Her enormous lips, denting her bandages, worked in an awkward expression that she was very glad was not visible; it would have gone so poorly with her fighting persona of an unshakable, cool badass. She raised a massive arm nearly as thick around as Konyyl herself, so dense with muscle that the act of moving it generated enough energy to power a house for a few days. “Uh. Yay? Fight stuff and… stuff?”

The crowd stared. Polypa stared blankly. Konyyl covered her face, groaning.

In the booth, Azdaja leaned over to Tegiri. Dropping the persona, he quietly said, “So. She’s the ‘best in the business’, huh?”

Tegiri sniffed disdainfully. “Polypa is the finest fighter alive. At no point is being able to work a crowd actually a part of that skill set.”

Azdaja looked like he wanted to scof, but he considered this. “Hrm. Fair enough, I suppose.” More loudly, and into his mike-bug, he said, “Are you ready, fighters!”

Polypa recognized a cue when she saw one. She kept her arm raised up and, struck by a sudden inspiration, extended a claw in a rude gesture. Konyyl’s true reaction of mild indifference was quickly turned into stage-show outrage, and her massive rumblespheres inflated to amplify the roar she screamed out.

Polypa, in turn, flexed. Muscles on muscles, each weighing nearly a hundred pounds, they swelled up, crowding out Polypa’s insuffiicent frame, and arched up over Polypa’s fist, and the crowd leaned in, even the ones who were supporting her gaping in awe at how much muscle there was, the promise of savage power. And then, she amped it up; Polypa did a secondary flex without dropping the first one, and other muscles bunched up, getting even bigger and beefier. She raised all this up, and crashed bicep against forearm, with so much force that there was a mighty thunderclap

No, an impact, a shockwave that made a crater where she stood, and blasted down the entrance into the ring. In anticipation of this sort of thing, a door slid out of the ground behind her so there would be no fleeing. Her massive musclegut forced the doorway into a crumpled mess, so that the new door was entirely a formality. She did her best not to coo with delight, and her hyper muscular thighs concealed the sudden swelling of her nook.

Konyyl charged in from her side, leading with her gut, and given her endowments, and the size of her stomach, she was briefly only visible to Polypa as an advancing mass of belly topped by rumblespheres and a snarling face. Polypa felt a bit of smugness that Konyyl wasn’t quite big enough to bust her doorway.

“Fighters,” Tegiri said sonorously; as a tealblood, it was his prerogative to perform these kind of ceremonies. “Tap your horns!”

Polypa took the initiative, slamming her belly on the ground and making the arena shake, and sending her body quivering in pleasure. She lowered her head, fat veins pulsing slowly, and her pointed horns were angled downwards. Konyyl glowered, fully aware that Polypa was dictating the terms of this battle with such a little gesture, but she rose up to it. She slammed her own gut on the ground and springboarded herself up, to Polypa’s amusement, her own rumblespheres squishing deep with some distant sloshing sounds, and her spiked horns were pushed into a tap against Polypa’s.

The loud click was a signal.

“Begin!” Tegiri boomed.

The crowd went hushed as both Polypa and Konyyl stared at one another, tension ramping up between them, the two fighters waiting for the other to make a move to take advantage of, but Polypa had never been terribly patient and all her skills in battle lay in being the first to take a solid move, to make that move count. She lunged, and the crowd shouted in awe, a few people in front seats even shrieking in fear; Polypa had jumped straight upwards, almost vault clear to the ceiling, and nothing is quite so terrifying as seeing something that big, moving so fast, and then-

Well, coming right down.

Polypa descended, belly first, and Konyyl dragged herself out of the way as Polypa pressed right down, the arena quaking and the caged ring shaking. She pulled herself out, quickly turning her drawn out moan (ground clinging so deliciously to her stomach as she hauled it out) into a fierce yell, and it went even better when she shook off some rubble and caught it with her other hand. All in a single, smooth motion that was almost visual poetry.

“Ah, an excellent use of her signature high rising gut press,” Tegiri observed. “A devastating moves, and I have no doubt that anyone else but someone like Okimaw would have been turned to blood and splatter beneath it!”

Azdaja smirked as Polypa swung the chunk of rubble as a club. Konyyl caught it, headbutted it and smashed it into little pieces, and charged right through the dust, another vicious headbutt catching Polypa in the right rumblesphere. “Unfortunately, Konyyl is far too quick for that. Give her credit, because,” he laughed, a quick and escalating chuckle. “It takes a special troll to be able to use your horns in battle like that!”

Konyyl charged, and Azdaja proved right. Polypa tried to match her in kind and return the gesture, but Konyyl’s smaller sized proved an asset for once. She waved out of the way, slamming her belly out into Polypa’s as the latter tried to advance, and was slowed when the sweet shock against her gut made her hesitate. And again, when Polypa tried to swing her horns at her.

Polypa mixed a punch in there, between swings of her horns and thrusts of her belly, and between getting knocked right on the shoulder by a fist and the shockwaves from Polypa’s belly hitting her stance. Konyyl was stunned, rocking on her feet. Polypa lunged forward, caught in the moment and the pull of instinct, and made a serious error, moving in the flow of battle without thought as she did:

She forgot to adjust for her belly getting in the way.

The imposing slope of muscle and chitinous shimmers that she was so very proud of (with many images for publicity showing her cradling it, stroking it, or inviting fans to wash it with loving touches and expensive oils) had many features to recommend it. Her ability to maneuver it was not one of them.

Polypa gasped aloud as sensation overwhelmed her, her loins feeling aflame, and instead of connecting her horns against Konyyl’s, she overbalanced and smacked her face into her own rumblespheres, and the dense fat, compacted from her growth, gave her a nasty knock. It was like hitting squishy armor, the shock rebounding into her face, and the whole world spun around her.

In the back of her mind, she cried to herself: ‘shit, shit, SHIT!’ A novice error! A rookie mistake, how did she do something so damn stupid!

(Trolls, it should be noted, have many things to recommend them. Their impulse control is not one of them.)

She felt a harsh impact as a pair of horns locked against her own, and a sweet sense of rapid impacts against her gut, and a very heavy weight, almost as big as her whole body. She was suddenly tugged forward, and her senses snapped in. She looked down into cleavage bigger than her own, mashed up against her, and she worked it out. Konyyl had climbed up her body, and had shoved her own spiky horns through the hole in Polypa’s intact horn.

And was now presently punching the shit out of Polypa’s face.

“Will you- ow! I said -ow! Would you just- ow!” Every pause was punctuated by about half a dozen punches to the face. a n ordinary troll would have been lucky to survive a couple of those punches, or have their head not instantly be exploded from the force. Polypa was too strong, so heavy and dense with digested biomass that she could probably shrug off a direct artillery strike, but those punches were at least annoying, and hurt.

She was a bit more focused on how Konyyl was putting all her body weight right on Polypa’s stomach and shit that felt so good, ooh yeah, right THERE. And that certainly broke the stupor.

Konyyl swung back for another few blows, her bouffant hair blown back in a very dramatic way that would look amazing in the video replays, and her swing froze. Immense pressure locked around her arms, and she saw her forearm’s bulging muscle constrained by Polypa’s hands suddenly clamping down on her arms. The horn-colored claws growing out of Konyyl’s hands glinted, though they had been blunted for this fight. They shone with faint hints of olive blood.

Polypa noticed some faint wetness trickling down her face now. She’d actually been cut. By blunt claws. How damn strong was Konyyl, to actually do that kind of damage?

Now, Polypa did not put a whole lot of stock in the romantic notion of a rival who was strong enough and skilled enough to pose a real threat to you; she thought it was absurd, a silly thing, a romantic’s fool notion. But here and now, she grinned.

This was… fun.

With a yell, she spun and threw Konyyl into the ground, and the slightly smaller oliveblood hit it gamely enough, allowing her considerable assets and gut to soak up the damage, though she was clearly feeling it in a way that Polypa wouldn’t have. Perhaps she wasn’t quite as tough as Polypa, or Polypa’s absurd strength was overwhelming even her defenses. Either way she hit the ground and bounced, and needed a moment to pull herself back onto her feet.

Polypa’s first impulse was to press the attack, but after the horn lock incident of only a few moments ago, she backed up, her belly bouncing off the ground and up again to a steady temp in time with her steps. It didn’t seem popular with the crowd, judging from the goans and boos. Polypa rolled her eyes. Didn’t they get the concept of strategy?

Konyyl recovered, and saw an opportunity. Now that Polypa was playing it safe and not employing the same kind of one-shot brutality that had made her such an effective assassin, Konyyl sw her own opportunity to test Polypa’s skill at actual drawn out battles. Her reactions, her responses to a sudden technique; Konyyl propped herself up, ramming into Polypa’s gut. It was like hitting the side of a spaceship, from the wince on Konyyl’s part, but it made Polypa’s face veins flush and even swell, like vines blooming in moonlight.

Konyyl noticed, and rubbed her belly against those abs just right. The slow, squishy slide of her firm belly, against those hard abs that flexed in just the right way; both women had a reaction, but Konyyl was better at hiding it, and Polypa had to cover her face to stifle her arousal growls. Konyyl took opportunity of Polypa’s absent hands to push against her, forcing her into an unsteady stance.

“It does seem to be an even match tonight,” mused Tegiri, though he was hedging his bets.

“Konyyl would appear to be outclassed in raw strength and durability, always a serious disadvantage in this kind of fight,” Azdaja said. “But she’s worked out how to maneuver herself in ways that Polypa apparently can’t! Good on her, I say!”

“Yes, well, you’re biased.”

“Indeed I am!” Azdaja grinned. “You should own up to your own biases, my friend!”

Tegiri sniffed. “It is not a bias. For my part, I simply acknowledge from the facts that Polypa is objectively superior to everyone else forever.” He pointed as Polypa delivered a truly impressive punch right to Konyyl’s face that pushed her back, as surely as a gale force wind would. “Behold, the play of her muscles flexing so admirably!”

“Hrm,” Azdaja said, noncommittally.

As they continued their commentary, observing how, say, an attempted mutual belly press was a perfect execution of two unstoppable forces bouncing off each other. And the resulting flurry of punches as they remained deadlocked gut to gut. It was really just amazing how they could even keep track of the motion, because the crowd certainly couldn't. They made impressed noises, they leaned forward and watched with shock as they continued to wreck the ring and warp the cage with the shockwaves that their monstrous strength inflicted upon the world around them and a few were even pushed out of their seats BY those shockwaves. They were quite thrilled about it, too.

“And that,” Tegiri said primly as the ring cracked almost in half from Konyyl managing to lift Polypa’s massive body into the air just long enough for their combined weight to sink them both down. “Is why we sit the audience so far away-”

He was interrupted as Konyyl leaned forward, just enough, howling with exhaustion and the pain of holding up so much mass overhead, her claws sinking into the surprisingly pliable canyons of Polypa’s back muscle, and she dropped her, with gravity and technique combined into a beautiful moment of violence.

Polypa crashed down, not exactly thrown but Konyyl’s strength and her own weight made enough of an impact to give an impression. Outside, trolls on the street above were dancing away as the street itself cracked almost in two. Errant blocks rising up from the street almost claimed the legs of one or two hapless bystanders, and rubble cracked right off an unfortunate building, foundations unearthed in a single moment. And the underground ring shook far harder, and it split in two, the ground tilting slightly so that two halves were at an angle, tilting up.

The cage had been torn almost right away, and now it lay crumpled, slowly falling around them both, though they seemed oblivious to all the destruction.

From a crater, moving with such violence that she forced the halves of the ring even further apart came Polypa. Rubble fountained around her, and above her, her rising gut producing another crater just in front of her as she rose up.

Rubble fell into her cleavage. It lined her belly like some fairly sticky body paint. It felt from some new and minor tears in her tights, and she barely noticed. Her bloodpusher pumped harder, her veins flushed and contracted and pulsed out again, and it felt so good.

And as she roared and charged, she thought… that this, again, was so much fun. That fighting Konyyl was fun.

A challenge that was really, genuinely fun.

Polypa closed the distance with astounding speed, to the audible shock of the people watching, including Azdaja. “Amazing!” he said, surprised at his own delight in this turnaround. “How is she still even conscious after that impact!?”

Tegiri’s smug pride in his moirail made Polypa smile as he spoke. “You have to do better than that to even make her flinch.”

Polypa’s arms reached out for Konyyl, going for a grab, and Polypa saw that Konyyl’s back-step away, just out of reach and belly range, was slower than before. In the brief moment between pause and her darting away, circling to Polypa’s flank…

It was a slower movement. Konyyl was getting tired.

That last move must have taken so much out of her. Polypa grinned. Now, she had a plan; use that weariness against her.

Konyyl charged, and Polypa whirled around, lunging out again. She made like she was trying to pull her in for a grab, and once again, Konyyl circled narrowly out of range. In the brief moment Polypa needed to catch her balance. Konyyl was rushing at her, and threw several punches.

Konyyl’s biceps weren’t as big or developed as Polypa’s, they didn’t have quite so many tons of biomass funneled right into them, but they were still damn strong. The first three punches, Polypa was shocked to realize she could feel them pummeling into her rumblesphers. The fourth one hit hard enough that she was forced to step back. The fifth, and then the six, pushed her back.

Konyyl charged again, and Polypa swung her belly, right into her path. Still reeling from the surprisingly powerful hits, she misstepped, and Konyyl misinterpreted the stumble as getting ready for a big blow, and backed away.

Polypa caught herself. She seized the moment, readying herself, and moved forward. With a roar, she charged forwards and kicked out, her belly giving her far greater weight and stability than she could have had otherwise, and it slammed right into Konyyl’s own belly. EVen with the armoring effect of such a large gut and the shock absorbing qualities of troll fat, she still winced and slid back, almost half way down the ring.

But Polypa wasn’t done. She lunged forward, her fist grabbing Konyyl’s left horn. She pulled down, hard, and as Konyyl was put off-balance, she slammed several massive punches right into her shoulder, following with a gut slam to the side; Konyyl gasped aloud, winded by that, and Polypa grabbed her, easily lifting up even her massive frame.

Konyyl growled, getting ahold of herself, and with this level of leverage, she managed to hit Polypa with a kick heavy enough to make her drop. “You are NOT doing my own damn move on me!” She yelled, falling on Polypa gut-first. Polypa sank into the floor beneath the belly, embedded in the ground.

Konyyl got up and backed away, to the cage. Polypa rose up once again, already expecting another charge, and frowned when she saw Konyyl crouching on the wall of the cage. She tilted her head. “What are you doing?”

Konyyl grinned at her. “Mobility, chump!” She leaped, launching right like a cannonball at Polypa!

Polypa danced out of the way, swinging her belly so that the force spun her in the right direction, and her eyes widened as Konyyl hit another part of the cage, but instead of breaking through it (and thus going out of bounds), she somehow landed on it and instantly kicked out again, rebounding without losing a moment of momentum or force.

And again, right at Polypa.

This time she did hit her. Only striking a glancing blow, but it still knocked Polypa down again, hitting so much harder than any of the other blows; harder than anyone had managed her entire time here.

Polypa slowly got up, visibly winded this time, and Konyyl came right back, ricocheting almost half a dozen times again before returning for another hit. Like a cannonball, she struck her squarely and Polypa saw stars, and old wounds flaring up as Konyyl rammed into her, and bounced off once more. This time: to the ceiling, to the floor, and to the walls. Again and again, building up speed, building up momentum, building up more raw force.

All packed into that big, firm belly, like it was an artillery shell.

But she heard, however hard it was to even notice, Konyyl’s exhausted pants of keeping up that pace. That momentum.

If it was exhausting just keeping up with Polypa to this point, how much harder to be constantly leaping around without dropping even once?

Polypa smirked beneath her bandages.

And this time, she turned as Konyyl launched once more right at her. Polypa reacted in seconds, knowing each one counted, and the thrill of knowing she might actually lose, that it hadn’t been a certainty all along, felt like she was fighting for her life all over again. It felt… real, a deserved thing.

That maybe, she was as strong as everyone said she was.

She thrust her belly out, stance strong and rooted.

Konyyl rammed in, right on target, right into her belly, with all the accumulated force she had mustered-

There was an explosion, of sorts. Polypa barely noticed the ring effectively shatter around her. The cage falling in bits and pieces, the shouts and alarmed yells and delighted roars of the crowd, Azdaja and Tegiri’s own surprised yells (“What’s going on!? What happened!?” “A turnaround, an absolute reversal!”)...

But she had felt the recoil, absorbed harmlessly by her amazing belly. And she had felt Konyyl go right back the way she came.

She advanced as the dust cleared, and felt something just as warm as her own blood beneath her. Polypa gazed down, and below her Konyyl gazed back levelly. Polypa chuckled, tweaking at her bandages. Konyyl didn’t even blink at the hint of the gruesome burns beneath, and Polypa gave her a mental award for it. Still letting her see the scars, Polypa said, “You just can’t beat me. After I survived this? Nothing is ever gonna stop me, ever again.”

Konyyl scoffed. “I can. Watch me…!”

Polypa smirked. “Oh?” And with that, she lowered her stomach right onto Konyyl, not enough to crush her, but definitely enough to immobilize her. Konyyl’s breasts, her gut, and her muscles all strained against it, but Konyyl was simply too spent from the fight, from her risky moves, and that exhausting ricochet maneuver. If she had any energy left it all, it wasn’t enough to lift Polypa anymore.

Polypa smacked a belly big enough to fit dozens of trolls in (and had, during her assassin days), and chuckled. She said no more as the dust cleared, and the situation was revealed.

Konyyl struggled. The crowd went silent, and then cautiously began to cheer. Polypa’s name was shouted, with increasing loudness, and then more fervor.

“Polypa… Poly-PA, Poly-PA! POLY-PA!...”

The yell echoed all around the ruined ring, the chairs shouting louder. No, not shouting, they were screaming it! Tegiri had joined in the shout, assuming he hadn’t started it, and Azdaja’s distressed cries were drowned out in it.

Troll sports like this didn’t have any real concept of a referee; there would be no point. Instead, it was up to a clear loser to admit defeat, or be crushed. Konyyl did nothing, for a moment.

And then, she smacked her hand in grudging defeat on the ground.

The crowd exploded in delight as Polypa stood back, and even helped her up. “Polypa wins!” Tegiri yelled, his calm breaking into open passion, and if the crowd was exploding, he was erupting. “Polypa WINS!”

Konyyl, at least a good sport, shook her hand as heavily as she could in her current state. “You did good,” she mumbled. “Do this again. When I’m bigger.”

Polypa grinned. “When I’m bigger too. Next time, maybe we’ll wreck a city.”

Konyyl smirked, and gave Polypa’s sensitive belly a smack that was absolutely supposed to rile her up.. “Sounds fun!”

[veestormcourage]

What do you mean it’s 2019

And I’m still writing Homestuck fanfiction and getting feelings going through the source materials to make sure I’m accurate.

I actually don’t really want to play Friendship Sim just because I’m afraid of the drift.  Through the years after the peak of a work and it’s vast output period, there usually is a disconnect between the creator, the creation, and the fans.  We’ve seen this with Dragon Ball, Sailor Moon, Naruto, Bleach, Fairy Tail, Supernatural, NCIS -- pick a show, pick a fanbase.  Even the longest of runners, the mainstays of mainstream, there is a turnover in the fanbase.  I haven’t watched DB Super, but I can recite the difference in Goku’s hair, muscles, and shirt by season and arc by heart.  I never slogged through SMC’s second season, but I can tell you there are five seasons and 200 episodes of the original anime and give the print history of how the manga license has changed hands in the US.  I’ve never stopped being a fan, but at some point, it’s over.

I still love Homestuck, and I appreciate that Friendship Sim hasn’t retconned all the things Hussie said in the old QnA’s, like that the colors of the castes are firmly defined, not drifting slowly from hue to hue (strict castes, no hemovariance), but it also seems a little bit too much like “your fantroll is canon!” like what happened with MLP (remember 2012, when I could post pony commissions without feeling deep shame?).  What’s-her-face with the three eyes, seriously, how does she not get culled as a grub?  Is that not a mutation?  The other cobalt chick, the painter, her eyes are fucked up, too.  But in canon, it was presented in such a way that Vriska’s psychic abilities were extremely rare and extremely OP given her cast.  Since longevity was directly tied to blood caste, it was assumed psychic and physical abilities were typically on a slider.  Or is the implication that all trolls are actually functionally immortal and it’s just violence killing off the lowbloods?  Because that’s bunk.  Reread the parts from the Beforan trolls -- the implication is that coolblood abuses are directly because of their lifespans, in a way.  Sollux is insulted repeatedly for being a mutant, as well, but he seems perfectly in line with the other goldbloods.  His psionics turn his eyes those colors, so he hides them behind the 3D lenses, but what’s the point if the other golds are the same?  What makes him special? In fact, that’s long been part of the understanding of the characters: none of the trolls or humans are actually natural members of their species, so their somewhat extraordinary abilities that make them more suited for the Game is actual an intentional part of the Game’s meta.  It also makes it make sense that each Ancestor had such a great impact on their societies -- even when it got flipped by the Scratches. I get that it’s supposed to be fun, and not canon, but it just seems to hurt some of the things I as a reader took for granted, and I as a fan based by fanworks heavily on them.  In this case, it affects structures not only integral to my headcanons (like my ideas about how trolls society plays out), but that holy grail, my idiocanon: that headcanon which is not the construct of my ideals, but my very best grasp of the actual canon and how it should be handled, a concept for series with such convoluted and/or nuanced canons that one person is not capable of seeing entirety of the greater scope.  If I’m wrong about Alternia, very well.  If I’m wrong about something so basic to how I interpret the main cast, however, it affects all these other things that I have thrown myself into as I invested myself in the series. Is this ‘selfish writing,’ like I was told I specialized in back in 2013 when this post was probably a lot more topical?  Sure.  My blog, though, so who cares.  I just would hate to feel more like the original image for Homestuck has been lost than I already do, just because I dove into supplemental materials (especially paid supplemental materials that are meant to fund a game I already pledged to fund six years ago). If anyone wants more on creators losing touch with their visions and how it applies to long-runners and their spin-offs, I’m sure I’ve got it somewhere under ramblez or tin foil hatz, but I also have a thing drafted and saved somewhere about how it applies to Sailor Moon in particular.

[sludgewolf]

Homestuck Trolls Masterlist

Trolls being a vocal species hc

Rustbloods

Aradia Megido

Comforting Their s/o By Purring // ao3 rework

Fluff Hcs // ao3 rework

Aradiabot x Mutant-Goldblood!Reader

Aradia x Rustblood fem! reader - angst // ao3 rework

Their Love Language Hcs

Aradia x shy fem Rustblood! Reader -whump pt 1 // ao3 rework

Aradia x shy fem Rustblood! Reader - whump pt2 // ao3 rework

Bronzebloods

Tavros Nitram

Comforting Their s/o By Purring // ao3 rework

Watching Nostalgic Shows Together

General Headcanons

Their Love Language Hcs

Goldbloods

Sollux Captor

Comforting Their s/o By Purring // ao3 rework

Their Love Language

Limebloods

Karkat Vantas

Comforting Their s/o By Purring // ao3 rework

Watching Nostalgic Shows Together

"You Grow Autocorrect"

Their Love Language Hcs

Pale Karkat x Reader

Olivebloods

Nepeta Leijon

Comforting Their s/o By Purring // ao3 rework

Watching Nostalgic Shows Together

Get Into the Pile

Their Love Language Hcs

Jadebloods

Kanaya Maryam

Comforting Their s/o By Purring // ao3 rework

Tealbloods

Terezi Pyrope

Comforting Their s/o By Purring // ao3 rework

Pale! Terezy x Reader

Ceruleanbloods

Vriska Serket

Comforting Their s/o By Purring // ao3 rework

Aranea Serket

"Infodump me"

Headaches, Heartaches

Hc Crumb

Indigobloods

Equius Zahhak

Comforting Their s/o By Purring // ao3 rework

Purplebloods

Gamzee Makara

Comforting Their s/o By Purring // ao3 rework

It's a date then~

Violetbloods

Eridan Ampora

Comforting Their s/o By Purring // ao3 rework

Eridan x Sea Dweller Male! Reader

A Spy on the Inside

Whumpee Eridan - cw: violence, kidnapping, grafic descriptions of injury // cross posted on ao3

Cronus Ampora

Cronus x Human!Reader

Watching Nostalgic Shows Together

Hc Crumb

A Spy on the Inside

Fuchsiabloods

Feferi Peixes

Comforting Their s/o By Purring // ao3 rework

Watching Nostalgic Shows Together

Get Into the Pile

[vikkirosko]

Ooh, requests are open :D !! So: and If Fuchsia!Karkat and Mutant!Reader adopt a little grub/troll? Like, they decided that if a young troll doesn’t have lusus, an adult troll can educate them?

Thanks ~♥

♋ Fuchsia!Karkat Vantas x mutant!Reader Oneshot Grub ❤

There have been many changes since Karkat became emperor. Karkat wanted the trolls to be equal and you tried your best to help him achieve this goal. One of the problems he wanted to solve was the young trolls. Quite often it happened that grubs or small trolls were left without lusus and quite often they did not survive. Once you were left completely alone, being grub, and only your troll parent could help you survive. That's why he tried to make sure that those who were left without lusus got to the jadebloods or other adult trolls. To show your subjects an example, you and Karkat took custody of the goldblood grub left without lusus. Karkat had no idea how to take care of children, so you helped him with this. You remembered how your guardian took care of you, you remembered the love that you received as a child, and you tried to give your baby with Karkat the same love. However, it was much easier for your child. There was no longer a danger of dying because of the color of blood, as you could have died once. Looking at grub, you began to understand the parental feelings that your guardian felt for you. You fell in love with the baby as your own, and Karkat shared your feelings. The three of you were like a real family.

[vikkirosko]

ooo may I request Aradiabot x Troll-reader hcs? (troll reader possibly being a mutant goldblood. still has working psionics)

♈️ Aradiabot x goldblood mutant!Reader headcanons 🤖

You and Aradia were pretty close even before she died. She was the only one who knew that your blood was too bright to match the hemospectrum. You carefully hid it from others, because you didn't know how they would react to it. Aradia was the only one who knew about your blood color, but she didn't think it was something bad. She liked you the way you are

When Aradia became Aradiabot, she hurried to come to you. She knew that together you would be able to think about what happened and find a way to fix what happened. You were surprised by her new look, but it didn't put you off. You were ready to help her no matter what. You cherished her, regardless of whether she was a troll, a ghost or a robot

You spent several nights trying to figure out how to get Aradia back. She's been by your side all this time. You tried your best to figure out a way to fix it. However, every hour your nerves were straining more and more. After nights without sleep and rest, your nerves broke down and your psionics got out of control

Aradiabot took a while to calm you down. She wasn't afraid to get hit by your psionics. Communication with you and with Sollux taught her how to help goldbloods cope with this condition. That's why she understood that even though you can calm down yourself, but it can lead to destruction and casualties, so she decided that she had to help you to avoid this

When you calmed down, you hurried back to finding a way to get everything back to normal. You understood that if everything goes as planned, then godtier is waiting for her. However, you couldn't sit idly by. You wanted your matesprite back no matter what it cost you

[vikkirosko]

omg may I request a short promstuck Aradia x fem!mutant!goldblood!reader oneshot?

♈️ Aradia Megido x fem mutant goldblood!Reader Oneshot Promstuck ☠️

You were nervously fiddling with the skirt of your saffron-colored dress, waiting for Aradia to come. Today was graduation and you were going to go there together, but you were very nervous. You were worried that you were going to spend such an exciting evening together with your matesprite. When you heard the sound of SMS, you hurried out of your hive, finding yourself in the arms of Aradia.

"hi! i hope you're ready for the evening!"

She smiled broadly at you, not afraid to crumple her dress. You smiled at her tenderly and kissed her on the cheek.

"Hi..."

Aradia beamed at you and took your arm. You quickly arrived at the school where many of your classmates were already there. Aradia didn't care about the fact that some people looked at you two with surprise, who came together to the prom. However, next to her, you felt much more confident than alone. You chatted with your friends for a while, after which she heard one of your favorite songs playing. Aradia laughingly took you to the center of the hall, wanting to dance with you. You danced to the music so familiar to you and enjoyed each other's company. She whirled you around in the dance, beaming and happy to see your smile. She was glad that she could share this moment with you. She hoped that you would be able to spend together not only the prom but also the rest of your life.

[dav3katz]

Damara x troll!reader who is a mutantblood(maybe like a mutant goldblood)

Damara x mutantblood! Reader

- damara doesn’t care that you’re a mutantblood, especially since you’re both dead and it really doesn’t matter

- she’s low on the hemospectrum herself though so she can understand (to an extent) the struggles you may go through (even if you both came from beforus)

- there’s that general understanding that yes you guys had it easier then say.. that more shouty vantas .. but still was a struggle and you were still treated like you were useless

- so because of this fact she’s wary about not doing that, letting you handle things yourself while also telling you that you’re a living person and you can rely on others, if not, then her at the very least. That’s why she’s here

- she just wants you to feel you can rely on her, even if you probably have a complex about it

- loves how warm you are, by the way. She’s quite warm herself but you’re even warmer, many cuddles.

- always there to listen to you vent about anything if you need to, doesn’t downplay your issues or make it about her, she’s a good listener

- she even considered going to kankri about this sorta thing so she doesn’t offend you but nah there is no way she is actually going to do that

- but she is protective of you at times, she tries not to act on it because you might get upset about that.. but she is giving anyone who’s being insensitive (or just plain racist) about it a scary glare

- all in all very good, not judgmental about it in the slightest

[vikkirosko]

Can I request a short fic of troll-reader(mutant goldblood) meeting Aradiabot? maybe some angst

♈️ Aradiabot x goldblood mutant!Reader Oneshot Meeting 🤖

You haven't known what to do for several days now. Your matesprite Aradia was dead and it was a big blow for you. You expected that anyone could have died, but not her. You were trying to come to terms with the idea that she was no longer alive when there was a knock on your door. You didn't know who it could be, but you didn't want to see anyone, so you ignored the knock on the door. But when the knocking didn't subside, feeling angry, you went to open the door. When you saw the one who came to you, you froze in shock and your psionics started to get out of control. It was Aradia, but her body was the body of a robot.

"How is this possible..."

You felt tears running down your cheeks. You couldn't believe it was really her. Your hands started shaking.

"hi"

Her voice was different from the one you were used to, but you were sure that it was Aradia, even though it became Aradiabot. You couldn't contain your emotions and leaned forward, hugging her tightly. After a couple of seconds, you felt her cold, metallic hands on your back. You had a lot of questions for her. You wanted to know who was responsible for her death, you wanted to know where the robot's body came from, you wanted to know if there was a way to return her to her former body, but you decided to postpone these questions for later. You were just glad that she was here with you again.

[vikkirosko]

Masterlist Others

💾 Lil Hal⚡️

Pining

Lil Hal x ADHD! Reader headcanons

I’m not a robot

What if I’m not human?

Long conversation

Lil Hal x Reader headcanons An individual

Lil Hal x Reader headcanons Madoka

Lil Hal x Reader headcanons Sylph of Heart

🎱 Sn0wman ⛄️

Sn0wman♦️human fem! Reader headcanons Felt manor

⛎️ Calliope ⚕️

Calliope x Reader headcanons Mage of time

♈️ Aradiabot 🤖

Aradiabot x goldblood mutant!Reader headcanons

Meeting

Love program

[vikkirosko]

May I please request a oneshot? Reader helps her s/o Dolorosa raise Signless from the moment she finds him and he essentially has two mothers. I love your writing by the way and you seem like a very lovely person.

Aww~

Thanks for the compliment. I'm glad that you like what I write and that you think I'm lovely person

♍ Dolorosa x Reader headcanons Parenting 🪡

You and Dolorosa left your usual home together. You were planning to start a new life. And fate has thrown you a gift. Grub

The baby mutant with candy-red blood has become your son. You couldn't leave him to his fate, so you took him with you. You knew that your life would become more difficult. But you couldn't let the baby die

You both had experience caring for grubs, so taking care of the baby did not cause you any problems. But you had to hide it from others. If someone saw it, then both of you would have problems

When your baby became a child from grub, you began to worry more. Kankri, which is exactly what you called the baby, was a curious and kind boy. He was your joy. But you were afraid that he might get into trouble. You taught him to hide the color of his blood. The boy often asked the reasons for this. It was unclear to him why the color of blood affects the attitude to the troll

When Kankri grew up a little, he began to have visions. He saw a world where no one was oppressed because of the color of blood. At first, everything was fine. But when he decided to convey his visions to others, your concern became stronger. You were able to dissuade him from doing this until he gets older

When one day he brought a girl with oliveblood to your shelter, you were surprised. You did not send the girl away, and took her to yourself. She had no one, she was like a wild animal. But she quickly became attached to Kankri. Her name was Meulin. Were you glad that your son had a friend

You got a bigger shock when your son brought a boy in slave shackles. Goldblood is a boy named Mituna. You did not support the slave trade, so you released the boy and took him under your wing. Even if someone came for him, you would fight back. Now, instead of one child under your care, there were as many as three

When you and Dolorosa left the caves, you did not think about such a life. But now you would not agree to exchange it for anything. You loved each other, you loved your son, and you loved your wards. They were your family. You are just hoping that even when the children grow up, you will still be together, and that all the troubles will bypass you