#trolls oc firefly

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

*holds out* Trolls ocs go brrr

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(Please do not use, trace, or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me first, thank you <3)

[v-poreons]

ERMM.... trollsona posting.... Firefly my absolute beloved. She is me fr. Cant believe I haven't shared her here yet

[secretlizzycookie]

This was fun to do jajajj

I just imagine what it was like to chase that flea all over the fence xd

Also synth got hurt trying to cook, He's not bad at it, he's just a little careless and occasionally gets carried away ignoring the recipe

And if we talk about firefly, she tends to be more problematic with Branch in charge since she tends to have more rules

And she loves to break the rules jejej Of course his father doesn't like that so much

[gentleeclipsey]

Jackie is half Firefly troll! And they change when they have the ability to mature physically, so when she can she changes!

[wytchwiz]

Folk trolls, no elaboration needed.

Dark Mode People will have a much better time looking at this, I think.

Also, this is the closest thing to on model you will EVER see from me.

[coasterqueencat]

Made this piece inspired by the song Fireflies by Owl City.

[snotty-zombie]

WICKED FURRY ART BLEHHHHHHH I was stuck in a really bad art block for a while so I switched things up and drew some furry Rageons instead of normal Rageons haha

Some rambling and loads more art underneath the cut! (Didn’t want to make the post too long on ur feeds)

This was so much fun I highly recommend making fursonas for your ocs if you’re ever in an artblock it is like- freeing. I put the same pics on my insta so don’t mind the double post whoopsies

Some info:

the twins are Emerald Tree Boas, they’re green and gorgeous and have a wicked set of fangs (look it up it’s metal)

Kid Ritz is a White Spotted Jellyfish- look it up on google he literally looks exactly like one when he has his hat on it’s uncanny. Was gonna make him a Blue Bottle Jelly but I just couldn’t get past the similarity of the white spotted so I settled on that (plus they’re totally adorable and squishy) his guts are kinda visible through his semi translucent ‘skin’ 😰😰

Rhinestone is a Purple Sea Urchin 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ she means well but might take your eye out when going in for a hug if she doesn’t have her spines tied up- be careful!!

Then I made all the trolls little bugs since they’re so tiny. I thought it would be weird if they were the same/similar sizes to the Rageons since their size difference is such an important factor to their relationships with each other so I have hereby decided that all troll species are different kinds of bugs 😌😌 Brozone are different kinds of beetles (Genji firefly, stag beetle, giraffe weevil, rhino beetle, mint leaf beetle) and Poppy is a rosy maple moth because she’s so cute and pink and fluffy (Viva too)

[fishfingersalad]

Wanted to draw some of my Homestuck ocs in @kabutoden's buggy troll / golden rule au style but I got tired after finishing one full drawing so its one drawing and a handful of pencil sketches. I'm also using this as an excuse to talk about my fantrolls.

Zirkit Terrip, Gold common firefly morph. Knight of Heart. Struggles to control his psionics due to his short attention span much to his moirails discomfort with constantly getting static shocks. Typing quirk replaces 's' with 'z' and uses variations of the '=B3' emoji

(Left) Kichie Basile, Bronze tree weta morph. Seer of space. Her leg was so badly shattered during an attack that it couldn't be healed manually, she's hoping it'll fix itself in her next moult. Typing quirk replaces 's' with '5' and 'i' with '1'

Westhl Namsti, Lime giant isopod morph. Page of doom. Westhl is an aquatic limeblood who only survived infancy through being hidden by the jades, due to this he doesn't get any sort of supplies, has no lusus, and lives with his moirail Kichie due to not having a hive of his own. Typing quirk replaces 't' with 'tt'

Damiko Lelida, Purple spiny flower mantis morph. Witch of blood. Damiko doesn't particularly care for the expectations on her to cull others, she'd rather be pranking people or working on her juggling. Unfortunately her lusus didn't get the memo and seems to think she just needs more strife practice. Typing quirk replaces 'a' with '^' and 'd' with 'dt'

Gariin Nantak, Cerulean tailless whip scorpion morph. Heir of hope. Despite his cerulean nature, Gariin is rather nonconfrontational and quick to give in to peer pressure from his friends. His kismesis, Damiko, and her matesprit are working on helping him gain self confidence. Typing quirk replaces 'm' with 'mn' and 'n' with 'nm'

BONUS BECAUSE THEY'RE MY FAVOURITE!

Phryll Darene. Knight of doom. Constantly on the verge of death due to their voidrot. In a symbiotic moirailship with Szatic another gold blood who produces excess psionic energy and is trying to avoid interest from the empire, unfortunatly once off alternia their moirailship turns one-sided as Szatic no longer feels the need to hide. Typing quirk dddrrrraaaaawwssss ooooouuuuuuttttttt llllleeeetttteeeerrrsss

[samkyle]

Trolls OCs ! :D

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So, they're forming a 'lil group of misfit character, each of them having a reason to leave their home !

Sept doesn't know how to sing, Divi can't perform in front of people, Rythme hates crowds, Icey's tone deaf and Firefly's mute. Their differences are what bring them together and made them a found family !

Oh, and they also meet way before the event of the second movie, so they weren't very happy about hanging around trolls of other tribes at first.

I also wanted to include a classic troll, but I don't have many ideas for their design so maybe later...

Bonus group shot !

[understandableparadox]

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

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Tamiss Eriism

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

Your name is TAMISS ERIISM.  

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

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

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

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

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

Halpetasprite

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

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Luciol Lanten

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

Vichtr Unikke

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

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Chylia Merian

Handle: achromaticAdversary

Classpect: Sylph of Doom (Derse)

Pronouns: she/they

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

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

Erizoh Stilde

Handle: pincushionsApex

Classpect: Knight of Rage

Pronouns: he/him

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

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

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Garlik Femara

A 9ft tall purple blood

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

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

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

Nahlee Rovian

He is just silly.

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

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

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

He smells funny.

No rizz.

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Novasu Kirazi

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

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

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

Mauami Sigera

- who is this creature and how did it get here

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

- it's just trying it's best

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Gaemir Jurami

Your name is GAEMIR JURAMI. 

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

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

He/They

Ceferi Fetris

Your name is CEFERI FETRIS.

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

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

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

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Fendir Sanqui

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

Trenas Maladi

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

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Shafan Nishal

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

Popahv Arlech

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

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Meadys Serpin

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

Wessun Ghunne

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

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Taluco Ialens

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

Soyuka Detoxa

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

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Teranz Zitchk

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

Kizats Hatrak

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

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@sekhmentson

Cysgod Quared

Mad scientist

Betroy Focalx

Local Horoscope Writer

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Noizod Explos 

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

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

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

Turpen Cansoi

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

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

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Sutoka Reddol

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

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

Eeliza Lindel

8 foot. 11 sweeps old.

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

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Sarnen Rambuc

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

Idzill Stoatl

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

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Part 1

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Fireflies Over The Wall - Chapter 6

Relationship: The Bell Keeper & Meiri (Original character)

Summary: "The troll brought with herself, every night without a fault, a baby.

Every night, she placed it upon the grass, and pointed upwards, showing her baby the stars and constellations. Showing her baby the fireflies.

Holding it tight. Cuddling with it. Making sure it saw the beauty the world had to offer. He had never considered himself a sentimental man. Yet this image, for some reason, never failed to make him return home feeling something gaping and void inside of himself.

Every one of his former coworkers must have returned to their families.

Who would Edmund return to when he could work no more?

What would give him a reason to get out of bed when the fireflies were no longer enough?"

An OC's origin story as well as a Bell Keeper character study, because this character is much more fascinating than I'd been giving him credit for.

Notes: Title from 'Soap' by The Oh Hellos

This chapter was brought to you by White Light Haters Club. My church turned all of their orange lights to white lights (meaning ALL of them) some weeks ago and I feel hatecrimed

Chapter title: I think that you’re worth keeping around

Read it on ao3

The girl worked in extremes. Either Edmund could hear her approaching from two miles away, or he only noticed her when she was standing directly beside him, making him start and nearly lose his balance and fall down the wall. 

It might seem like hyperbole, but it had almost happened a couple of times now. Not that night, though. That night she barged into his cabin loud and clear.

An awkward couple of moments of plain old staring followed her entrance, because Edmund had been on his knees on the floor trying to fix the wobbling on one of his chairs and was taken completely for a loop when Meiri closed the door behind herself. She kept her back glued to the door, panting. She’d probably run there.

“Kid? What the-” He got up with a frown, brushing the dust away from his knees. “It’s late, you shouldn’t be out at this hour.”

“They’ve changed the lightbulbs.”

Being in the process of walking towards her, Edmund stopped dead in his tracks and tilted his head to the side. 

“Huh?”

“At Saint Anne’s. They’ve changed <em>all</em> the lightbulbs. At once. And they’re all so much brighter now!”

Even if he didn’t completely understand where the problem was, he could hear the very obvious and plain distress in her voice, and continued approaching her slowly. 

“And that bothers you.”

She looked down, but her nod was still perceptible. 

“It hurts my eyes. And my roommates asks for the bathroom lights to stay on because they’re afraid of the dark.” He was close enough now, and she looked up at him. There were tears in her eyes, but even though she was in a stressful situation, he had the impression that what she was really struggling the most with was allowing herself to be this open. “I stayed there for as long as I could stand. I don’t want to anymore.”

She sniffed, and with a low whisper that was all the girl could muster, she asked. “Can I spend the night?”

The alarm bells in his mind sounded a lot like good old regular bells, which made sense all things considered. Maybe even if they weren’t much good against trolls, they could at least save him from digging himself deeper into a grave of his own creation.

“If it depends on me, sure.” He said, proving that the bells were, in fact, just as inefficient inside his own mind. “But I don’t think the orphanage would allow it; to be fair, I don’t think they should. For all accounts and purposes, I’m a stranger, ya know?”

“No, you’re my friend.” 

In all honesty, he didn’t actually understand that sentence, since it was so muffled by the strain in her voice. All he really got was the last word, making him start.

“What was that?”

“I don’t want to go back.” She said even though he could tell it was something different from what she had before. “It feels bad. I’m okay here, why can’t I stay?”

Edmund crouched down next to her, raising one hand slowly to her shoulder. When she gave no indication that the contact was unwelcome while he approached, he touched it gently. “It’s a matter of safety, kid. They worry about you and you can’t trust everyone out there, even if they seem nice at first. It’s not to punish you; it’s to keep you safe. But if you’d rather, I’ll ring them up and ask them about it. How’s that?”

Instead of answering, Meiri just sniffed again and nodded, walking past him (after leaving her shoes by the door, as always, even though he’d never really asked that of her). As he got up again and picked up the black phone on the wall by the doorframe, he heard her climbing the ladder up to his bedroom.

The numbers for both Saint Anne’s and Terry were glued to it. He rang the caretaker.

“Please tell me she’s there with you.” Were his first words as he picked up on the second ring.

“Good evening, Hansen. Yeah, she just arrived. Listen, I understand you’ve changed the lightbulbs at Saint Anne’s?”

Edmund heard the sound of sheets being ruffled behind himself. 

“Oh, yes. The former ones had lost their potency and were really dim. So the director decided that it would be a good investment to switch to LED lights. Saves money, and everything. What does this have to do with anything?”

Edmund bit the inside of his cheek before he could say something rude.

“Didn’t ya notice Meiri was feeling uncomfortable with them?” Well. Before he could say something too rude. His voice could have sounded less accusing, too.

“I- no.” He stumbled. “She didn’t mention anything.”

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Edmund sighed. “Well, she is. It’s making her feel unwell; she wanted to ask if she could spend the night here.”

“I think you understand why we cannot allow that, Edmund.” Terry answered before even giving him a chance to say that it was fine by him. Truth be told, he felt less angry with that answer. It was already bizarre enough that they trusted him to keep her during the day, even if only because they knew they wouldn’t be successful in stopping her, he didn’t need to go to sleep knowing they’d just leave her under the care of just about anyone for the night.

“Yes. I do. But isn't there anything you can do? The bulbs were changed in all parts of the house?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“And can’t you at least, I dunno, change her room? So she doesn’t have to share with kids who have some lights on at all times?”

“That would be against our protocol, seeing as they’re all well established with their roommates. And I don’t think any of our other children would want to do her the favour of switching. I’m afraid Meiri had some trouble making any real friends.”

Edmund lowered the phone for a second, just so he could groan without being heard. He had heard her talking about the orphanage crew, even if not often; he truly believed that they were trying their best and cared about the kids, but they could be so stupid sometimes. Why did whatever protocol they had matter more than the comfort of one of their kids?

“I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do at the moment, Edmund. But thank you for telling us what the issue is, Meiri can be very closed off at times.” Terry said, somewhy making Edmund feel angrier about the situation. “I’ll make sure to talk to her when she gets back. See if there’s something that would make her more comfortable.”

Clenching and unclenching his fists was all he could do as he ended the call. It would be fine. She would be fine. She’d be cared for. She didn’t need him sticking his nose into business that wasn’t his.

She didn’t need him. He had to keep believing that, for his own sake.

“Hey.” He called out, not being able to see her from where he was standing. “You okay, kid?”

Only silence met him. So he removed his muddy boots - even he wasn’t enough of an ogre to go to the second ‘floor’ with them on - and climbed the ladder at the far end of his living room. He couldn’t immediately see her, but he did see a lifeless lump covered by sheets on his bed, so that was good enough. She only seemed to curl in tighter around herself the closer he walked.

“Firefly.” Edmund whispered in what he hoped was a comforting voice as he knelt down by his bed. It wasn’t even really a bed, but rather just a mattress on the floor. Served him well enough. “I’m sorry, but I really need to take you back.” 

“I don’t want to!” She repeated with a whine, the sound muffled by the comforter she’d cocooned herself in. “Why can’t I stay?”

There was a chest by the bed; it doubled as his bedside table, so Edmund had to put the items that had been on top of it on the ground in order to open it.

“No reason other than your safety, kid. They can’t just leave the children they take care of with people they don’t know if they can trust.”

“I can trust you.”

His breath hitched. “Yeah. But they’ve no way of knowing it. They’re not wrong.”

For all that she was upset, that had probably been one of their calmest conversations. Poor girl must be very tired already. It was past her bedtime and she’d run all the way there.

Rummaging through the chest, he found what he’d been looking for at the very bottom. 

“Ah, there you go.” Her head poked out of the sheets to look at what he was trying to show her. “Haven’t worn these in a while. They might help.”

It was a pair of sunglasses, very plain and straightforward. By the look of them, they really had been left forgotten for a while. Meiri watched, not knowing what his point was, as he cleaned the lenses on his flannel shirt. Then, he turned them so that their back was facing her and gently pressed it onto her face.

“What do ya think?”

“It’s dark.”

“That’s the idea. Thought they might make the lights at Saint Anne’s more bearable.”

The fact that she took a while to answer was enough of a reply; they would help, she just didn’t want to admit it.

“Heh.” Edmund leaned back to look at her from another angle. “They’re far too big for you. You kinda look like a fly with these.”

As Meiri tilted her head, the glasses nearly fell off, sliding down the bridge of her nose until he could see her lifted eyebrow. “Dermatobia hominis or Cochliomyia hominivorax?”

“Pardon?”

“They’re fly species!” She smiled, looking morbidly excited about it suddenly. “Their larvae feed off of live human tissue!”

“How is this better than feeding off of dead tissue?”

“It’s not. I’m not trying to defend them, I just think they’re cool.”

“Alright, don’t think you can distract me with bug stuff.” He chuckled while beckoning her out of the cocoon. “I still need to take you back.”

She did untangle herself, but just laid limply there after doing so. “It’s not fair. I don’t wanna.”

“Yeah, so I’ve heard already.” He shimmied his hands underneath her so he could pick her up himself. “Come on. I’ll take you there.”

After a brief interlude for him to put on his coat, during which she remained on his couch, he picked her up again and trekked all the way to the city. Their progress was slow at first, seeing as the absence of any light other than the moon’s for the first couple of miles made it difficult to walk in the woods, but the task became easier once streetlights and sidewalks showed up. The entire time, Meiri remained hanging on to his neck, the sunglasses stored away inside her pocket. She’d even dozed off for a while, lulled by the rhythmic movements of his pace, but was able to give him directions once they were close.

The orphanage was in a good location. It was peripheric, but a nice neighbourhood nonetheless, even if there wasn’t anything to do close by. It felt weird for Edmund to see it with his own eyes for the first time, since Meiri had been visiting him for so long already. The outer walls were painted with a faded baby pink colour, peeling and cracking near the doors and windows. Late as it was, no sound was coming from inside, and he knocked on the door, feeling Meiri tighten her hold on him.

Terry opened the door, looking weary but happy to see them. He stepped aside to allow them in; the first room inside the orphanage was a living room that doubled as a reception, and no one else was currently there. Save for a woman with dark skin and curls crocheting on a couch.

“Thank you for bringing her. Sorry for the trouble, I know it’s late.”

“It’s no trouble at all.” Edmund lowered himself down so Meiri could steady her feet on the floor. He thought he felt some reluctance in the way she didn’t let go for a second, but it might as well have been in his own mind. 

The woman on the couch set her needle down on the couch and got up to walk towards them, the wrinkles on her face made deeper by her worry.

“Are you alright, Meiri?” She asked softly with a heavy accent; he couldn’t pinpoint where it was from.

Meiri shoved her hands in her pockets, probably wanting to fiddle with them but finding the sunglasses there instead. “Yes, tia. Sorry for worrying you.”

“Let’s go.” She extended a hand towards her, which wasn’t taken, but Meiri followed anyway. “Let’s see what we can do for you.”

As the two of them walked away, Teresa tried to give Edmund an approving nod, but wasn’t noticed. His eyes were focused on the back of Meiri’s head, who was for the moment being too preoccupied about not meeting them. Terry sighed as soon as they were out of earshot.

“It’s very good that you came, sir. Would you like something to drink?”

“No, I’ll-” He shook his head as if that would help him clear his thoughts. No such luck. “I think I’ll just be going.”

The blond man took a step towards him. “Alright. I’ll try to make this quick, then.”

There was a fearful and sympathetic expression on his face, telling Edmund he needed to brace himself but not disclosing what for. His mind immediately set to worrying that something bad had happened to Meiri, before remembering that even if it had, it wouldn’t be his problem.

“I’m sorry. I fear Meiri has gotten quite close to you in the recent months.”

He nodded, arms crossed. Trying to let as little emotion show as possible.

“And we know this is good for her. She’s always had trouble making friends, even though we know she’s a sweet kid, and she’s been coming back home happier ever since she started going out to see you.” He ran a hand through his hair, awkward about the situation and really having hoped they could have at least been sitting down for that conversation. “We don’t doubt you’re a good man, Edmund; please don’t take it as that-”

Edmund tensed up more than he already had, knowing that flattery always preceded rug pulling and holding his breath for when it came. Terry noticed it, and grimaced since he knew he was going to deliver exactly what was expected.

“But we fear she has gotten too attached to you. Teresa, our cook, she’s the only person here Meiri even slightly opens up to. And she feels like you’ve become some sort of…” He should have picked his words better. It was no use, now they were on the tip of his tongue and rolling out before he could do anything about it already. “Some sort of father figure to her. And we have no doubt you’ve done her a lot of good, Edmund. But we’re really afraid that this will only hurt her down the line.”

Terry was a very lucky man, he thought amidst the static that filled his brain. It was the only explanation as to why Edmund could hear him even through the drumming of his heart on his chest, beating like he was about to jump off of a cliff. 

Scratch that. Cliff jumping was less scary than this.

“What if-” 

He began the sentence, but didn’t have the courage to finish it. Or maybe courage wasn’t the right word, since all it took was the caretaker asking ‘what was that?’ for him to continue.

“What if I could be her father?”

The question rang loud in the awfully quiet space, competing only with the annoying tick of a cuckoo clock. In a matter of moments, Terry’s face went from surprised, to compassionate, to pitying.

“If that’s really what you want, my friend.” He said softly, with the resigned tone of a soldier who had given up on a battle. “Then I wish you the best of luck.”

[windy-trickster]

can I get a 🍉🍆🍟 for amdala my beloved <3

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with?

"We|| aain't you a peaach, Orlaa! Taa|kin' to |i| o|d me? I should give you aa peck for this~ I do haave a |itt|e neck|aace thaat Firef|y boy got me for my Wrigg|in' Daay one sweep. It waas pretty expensive, aand I maake sure to keep it saafe inside my hive." 🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

"I'd saay physicaal. I |ove givin' trolls hugs aand peckin' their |itt|e cheeks if they'|| |et me. I do it to Firefly boy aa lot." 🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure?

"Don't maake me embaarraass myself, Orlaa! But if I haad to saay aa gui|ty p|eaasure of mine is... AApple pie. It's aa c|aassic |itt|e dessert thaat you caan't get wrong no maatter how haard yaa try. I won't |ie aabout it either."

[secretlizzycookie]

Fun fact, Floyd is not the only one who secretly gives him money

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I know trolls don't use money but I thought it was funny, so it's only real here ok? Okay

[gentleeclipsey]

I have reblogged Jackie's decent into pretty poof. But have the timeline here as well!

[duckingwriting]

I can make a post asking for everyone else's comfort fics and books without doing mine now can I?

I read all my fics on AO3 and I have no idea if these are on other platforms. They might be?

By Way of Design - series by TimelessSkyline

Fandom: YuYu Hakusho: Ghost Files

Main Pairing: Hiei/Kuwabara Kazuma

Side pairings: Youko Kurama/Yomi(though it is a main one in 1 of the stories) & Urameshi Yuusuke/Yukimura Keiko

Rating: E & M

It's a cute story about getting together despite differences and I think illustrates different love languages really nicely. It's one I personally come back to over and over again. It also has miscommunication tropes and I personally love those so much.

Issues - series by g33kg1rl

Fandom: Loonatics Unleashed

Main Pairing: Tech E. Coyote/Rev Runner

Ratings: E & G

I'm very rabid for this fandom in general. And g33kg1rl does an excellent job of getting into the universe. I tend to be very picky and leery of OCS in works, if I feel they don't fit in just don't like it, but the OCS in this one are absolutely amazing and I actually had to look it up to be sure it wasn't cannon. There is some very heavy stuff in here though, including blood and violence and racism. Please read TW/CW and know your limits. It's one of my comfort stories but that doesn't mean it will be comfortable for everyone right now.

simal firefly rewrite - by bothsexuals

Fandom: Firefly

Main Pairing: Malcolm Reynolds/Simon Tam

Ratings: G, T, & a couple unrated

Fun retelling of the show with Simon/Mal as a pairing. It does require you know the show but it's still a lot of fun

Some Books/Series I always take comfort in:

Firekeeper Saga by Jane Lindskold -

A girl raised by wolves is forced into high society. The highest actually. Firekeeper is a potential hero to the kingdom of Hawk Heaven. Throw in some magic and even a dragon. Nice fantasy to escape into.

Myth Adventures by Robert Asprin & Jody Nye

Confession, I haven't read the ones Nye wrote. They came out after I finished reading the initial series, but I have heard people talking about them and liking them.

Fun little fantasy books that play on puns and the power of friendship. Okay so the friendship is among snarky characters with more sass than tact half the time but it's fun.

Xanth Series - Piera Anthony

Another fun fantasy adventure series. You'll drown in puns but you get to see characters over generations.

Jan Brett's children's books in general. I've been reading them since I was a kid and always found comfort in them. Trouble with Trolls is my favorite.

[chicagosavant]

ahhh…random creative pursuits of valueless endeavor…

…or, in my SpaceOpera crossover of StarWars, the Keltiad, and Firefly/Serenity, how DinDjarin with his little Green Troll retire from the Mandalorian Thug Life, becoming content creators with an InstaMetaX account #Clanof2BeatthatPoodoo, as they travel across the Galaxy commenting on the demise of politics between the Core Parliament, the Independent Systems, New Republic, Imperial Remnant and Empire of the Hand happenings…

Erstwhile, Judah-the Operative—utilizing his newly acquired Mandalorian disguise on his mission from RiverTam/Mal Reynolds, trying to track down my OC (biokinetic medic lady who’s trying to follow her own trail of biohacked gene sequences leading to monster mutation ZombieKrakken Monsters…before Thrawn can get to them…), ends up running into another Mandalorian on Tatooine in stolen armor by the name of JodoKast…aka, Thrawn undercover (borrowing from a combo of SideTrip and TatooineGhost) in hot pursuit of the Ugliest Painting in the World concealing highly coveted transcriptase backbones for accelerated clone tech which contain ancient protobioquantum dark matter DNA (evil laugh—thanks Expanse)—all converge at the MosEisley cantina one fateful night of course…

…Leading to my Medic OFC activist breaking up a bar brawl between the usual MosEisley thug groups with the threat that they’ll have no other medic available to put them back together since they vivesected the last one who’d been dumb enough to take the job before Boba took over as Daiymo and began a reformed life of a Good Samaritan/Beneficient Gangsta sort-with the backing of transWormhole investors of the Terran Quadrant under the moniker of the MegaMaid Corp (bc she may have gone from suck to blow, but that’s sure not thecway you want to go…welcome to Mos Vespa)—funded by Princess Vespa intent on rebranding MosEisley as an ecoFriendly luxury resort-while still trying to maintain its ‘earthy-sandy-grit’ for those seeking more eclectic adventure tourism in the dusty balls of Tantooine lowlife…

…enter the Karaoke scene/aka inspired by BluesBrothers improv stage scene as they’re to escape the police—wherein Thrawn as JodoKast and my darling Medic OFC end up on stage leading the rabbulous rabble of MosVespa cantina thugs in a rousing round of an ancient Terran masterpiece which has become the cantina crowd’s favorite group song, ‘PianoMan’…meanwhile, the Ewok Accapella Consortium, The NubbNubbs, are adding to the revived cultural mystique which MosVespa is trying to cultivate, making random appearances throughout the settled systems, mirroring their inspiration of the form of the Mongolian Throat Singers by performing reduxes of Metallica—‘Unforgiven’ but sung by Ewoks…

…welcome to my mind, and this crazy SpaceOpera trying to form…