MEN WHO NEED THERAPY

Bast's new troll blog because tumblr is a fuck. Mun is 29, please check my Read Me before interacting.

[goddesstrolls]

Hiya, I'm Bast. I'm 29 [He/They] and have kicking around the FTC for a decade or so.

My cast of trolls is constantly rotating and I alternate focus between muses regularly. Please take a look at my Read Me for disclaimers and rules!

I am semi-selective and do not plot ships without at least one thread first to establish chemistry. You are welcome to request a starter with a specific muse or plot threads with me. Tumblr DMs and askbox are always open.

Links:

==> Read Me

==> Main Troll Select

-> Art || Sketches || Writing

-> Aesthetic || In-Character || Headcanons

Others- These are where I'll be posting my work once Tumblr goes down

-> Toyhou.se (DivineFelineBast)

-> Ko-Fi (DivineFelineBast)

-> Bluesky (Divinefelinebast)

[nihils-trolls]

what if ☝️you wanted to be left alone. to your devices and such. but you were being stalked 🧍by a vampire 🦇who enjoyed tormenting you. 📌pinning you and such.

but. ☝️☝️you were also a little bit into it. just a little

[goddesstrolls]

its just like he said... its (plague)birdin' time

available on my shop for $30 each!

[goddesstrolls]

Secretary Bird and Rockhopper have sold! The rest are all $25.

[goddesstrolls]

its just like he said... its (plague)birdin' time

available on my shop for $30 each!

[goddesstrolls]

Secretary Bird and Rockhopper have sold! The rest are all $25.

[ori-trolls]

You don't even really have time to react. To be honest that might be for the best, because you're too shocked to say or do anything stupid. Okay. Let's be real. You're never too shocked to say or do anything stupid. But you are too scared.

The pain that shoots through your knees makes you hiss in pain, and you nearly bite your tongue clean off from the impact. You let out a tiny whimper when his claws dig into the skin of your jaw, but say nothing. You're smart enough to know you need to shut the fuck up right now.

That's about the extent of your intelligence, though.

As he speaks, you feel your face turn a very deep shade of olive, and you have to look away because if you don't you might combust.

You are terrified, but under that fear is a very deep shame that you're also incredibly turned on. Something deep inside tells you you've just disappointed several people with that sentence alone.

It's easier to focus on his words if you don't look at him. It's like, if you can't see him then he can't see you're blushing despite the fact that he's threatening to kill you. Maybe you'd be better dead. You'd love to cover your face if it weren't because your arms are stuck to your sides.

Your ears flicker to show that you're listening, but otherwise remain down and pinned to your head. You do not think you've ever been so quiet in your life.

"I-I did not mean to antagonize-"

You bite your tongue. Correcting him seems antagonizing.

"I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry. I-I got too comfortable. It won't happen again. Please don't kill me. Please."

You have never been above begging.

"I do want to help."

[goddesstrolls]

>> You narrow your eyes as he says he didn't mean to antagonize you, an immediate sign that he's hurtling down the path that will end in him as a smear on the stone. Fortunately he pivots and chooses the wiser path of begging for mercy.

>> Without a word you release him- Though not the spectral threads holding him there- And sit back in your seat. The fact that he flushed very deeply does not go unnoticed by you, but you don't think he's got the mental faculties to try and illicit this response from you on purpose.

"Truly a simpleton."

>> You remark, your tone now dismissive. You wave a hand, at the same time releasing the spell holding his limbs.

"Begone now, and if you should speak of this encounter and send trolls to my doorstep begging for wishes, I will curse you with a most agonizing and slow death."

[the--framed--maelstrom]

Properly written texts are like spiders’ webs: tight, concentric, transparent, well-spun and firm. They draw into themselves all the creatures of the air. Metaphors flitting hastily through them become their nourishing prey. Subject matter comes winging towards them. The soundness of a conception can be judged by whether it causes one quotation to summon another. Where thought has opened up one cell of reality, it should, without violence by the subject, penetrate the next. It proves its relation to the object as soon as other objects crystallize around it. In the light that it casts on its chosen substance, others begin to glow.

Theodor Adorno, Minima Moralia

[ori-trolls]

You hum as you poke around the newly constructed dais.

"Sounds complicated, but I have no real interest in magic so..."

You shrug.

"If it's about technology... We need to get electricity and internet in here, and then you'll benefit from having a husktop or a palm-husk, though I'm assuming you don't have anyone you can get in contact with, what with your... reserved demeanor."

You chuckle to yourself, though you are being a little too daring, considering you've relaxed all too much in the presence of a creature who could kill you with a wave of a hand.

"I imagine the learning curve would be a bit pronounced but I could give you classes."

You're being unserious. The new throne catches your attention, but this time you don't dare go near it, instead you walk around it. You've probably well past having pushed all the wrong buttons.

"You're like- ha- a 3D printer."

That probably doesn't make sense to him, but it doesn't have to. It's amusing to you.

"Mm. Well, I'm sure you can do very many great things."

You circle the throne, examining the carvings with great interest. This is the type of thing you do for a living, after all. How much would a throne like this fetch in the market?

"But... I don't think there's any sort of object or- magic show you could offer me that I would be interested in."

You shrug. You like collecting things for other people, but you're not a collector yourself. You already have the most valuable thing in your life, and even if he made another one for you, it would lack all meaning because it wasn't made by your own hands.

[goddesstrolls]

>> You listen silently, shifting idly in your seat to rest your elbow on the armrest and prop your head up on your knuckles. While he speaks, you lift a hand, weaving another spell, taking several lazy moments to do so.

>> Spectral threads form from the air and rope themselves around the troll's limbs, then snap taut. With a flick of your hand, you direct the threads to force him to move up the steps and fall to his knees in front of you.

>> You then lean to grab him by the jaw, your claws sharp enough to dig into his skin even through your gloves. Your expression is mostly flat, just a glimmer of anger in your eyes.

"If you were trying to antagonize me, you are succeeding. Continue in this way, and you will leave this world as a smudge of viscera on my floor. Correct your path, and perhaps you will simply leave here empty-handed. I owe you no debt if you refuse my offer, nor do I owe you your life. Have I made myself clear?"

[ori-trolls]

"Hey! I'm skilled in many things!" You take full offence this time. "I'm not smart, but I have skills."

With the palm-husk back in your, well, palms, you check that he has indeed not seen your messages with Srevni, and proceed to send several more in quick succession about how hot the dragon is and that you forgive them for almost getting you killed.

"Hmm, I do suppose storytelling is as old as civilization. I have found very cool artifacts that told stories after all, though it's always cooler when I take them to my buddy Herous, since he can see the memories of things."

You were going to say something more. But then he does actual magic and you're at a loss of words again. It's not that you don't believe in magic, after all you've retrieved all sorts of magical artifacts for all sorts of trolls. But you've definitely never seen someone use magic of this scale so... easily???

"That's sick! How did you do that? Is it like, part of the reason your blood burns? I actually have some scars from the last time we met, they look like a constellation almost."

You go to examine the dais, poking around, noticing how it is just as solid as everything else. This is really, really cool.

"No wonder you find me useless, you can just wave your hands and get shit done! What sort of knowledge are you looking for anyway? I could probably look for just about anything on this thing. Or we can get you like, a library card."

You wave the palm-husk around.

"And also, what kind of wish are we talking?"

[goddesstrolls]

>> With your back turned to him, you roll your eyes. Not that you particularly care of he sees the gesture, you did shake your head a bit.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure."

>> You say with idle dismissiveness, trying to figure exactly what skills he might even be referring to. You guess being annoying could be considered a skill, and sufficiently advanced stupidity could too. You continue weaving a spell with your hand, though this one is slower- Making yourself a nice throne, though it won't appear until it's complete. You might as well, while you're in this form.

"I have spent no short while studying the weave of the world. With understanding of that, manipulating it is a simple task."

>> Those are understatements in the most severe sense of the word, but you don't really care to explain anything to him. You're the one seeking knowledge here.

"I am most interested in the advancements of modern technology, or anything else which is novel within the past, ah ... Six hundred sweeps or so."

>> Your new throne appears on the dais. Simple, made only of wood, but it is fine and ornately carved. You turn to start walking up the steps of the dais.

"As for your wish ... What is it that you imagine I am capable of, after witnessing a fraction of my ability?"

>> You seat yourself on the throne, your body feeling heavier than you'd like- Even though it's so small. The wound in your chest is hidden from him via illusions, but it still bleeds, and the pain feels much worse in this form.

[divinefelinebast]

lil rendering practice ft ike

this is probably gonna get censored :/

[uprising-trolls]

happy fuckin birthday you old man

[uprising-trolls]

once again, happy birthday you old fuck

[goddesstrolls]

he should disregard all of the stalking and draining him of all his blood twice and the general torment. obviously

[goddesstrolls]

no appreciation for the things i give him. smh

[ori-trolls]

You try to focus on what he's doing with the palm-husk (admittedly a little worried that he's gonna break it) and not so much on his fingers. You mostly succeed. Do you have anything embarrassing in there that could put you in evidence? Probably. You try not to think too hard about it either.

"Well if I had skills in finance that would be a fitting question." You brush it off. "I mostly just passed. I also started this line of business because of debt." Your butt's starting to hurt from sitting on the ground, so you stand up and pat yourself down. "I've always been better suited for... physical tasks. And mind you! I'm good at my job!"

You cross your arms, otherwise you think you might try to get the palmhusk back and make him angry or something.

"I do think someone might be trying to get me killed because I keep getting leads that end up with meeting you." Maybe Srevni hates you. This hadn't occurred to you before but now it's breaking your heart.

"Yes, a film, or a movie, generally has a story." You nod. "It's so depressing to think you've never watched a movie... I'd take you to a theater but I think..." You give him a once over, then remember his low opinion on trolls, and shake your head. "That'd be a terrible idea... Oh! But I could bring you a husktop and like, a bunch of movies on a usb."

[goddesstrolls]

>> While he speaks, you keep your gaze on the palm-husk, inspecting it a little closer while you try to ascertain what materials it's made of. The 'image' portion is smooth like the stillest water, and cool to the touch, even through your gloves.

>> Then your gaze flicks back to him, no small amount of disdain in your burning eyes.

"I see little skill in anything at all here."

>> You go to hand him the palm-husk back, as it's lost interest to you now if all it's good for is images. Intriguing, but not useful to you.

"Theatre is far from novel, though I will not decline. Do take into consideration, if you bring me good volumes of pertinent knowledge, I will grant you a more grand wish."

>> While you speak you turn away from him to face the hall, lifting your hands to begin casting a spell, though briefly you glance back at him over your shoulder.

"Intrigue me. I believe you can manage that much."

>> Then you look back at what you were doing. You shift your hands, manipulating invisible threads of energy, and the hall shifts; The cracked stone repairs itself, small gaps sealing up. The windows become whole and unbroken, and lit sconces appear on the pillars, providing good light. The stone just next to the troll at the end of the hall raises up into a dais, though there's no throne there yet.

>> You're really just taking material from the broken bits in the rest of the castle and manipulating them. You'll have to take more time to make some nice furniture, you suppose.

[ori-trolls]

There's no elegant way to put this. As he transforms while you get ready to record, you fall flat on your ass. You're still pointing the palmhusk at him but you're not looking at the recording. Rather, you're fully gaping at him. Oh, he's hot.

He's really hot.

That's kinda bad for you.

You let him take the palmhusk, which is replaceable unlike your hoverbike, and hold your lips tightly closed together. You need to remember he can kill you. Your life is at stake here, so you'd be better off not saying something stupid.

"Mm... Y-Yeah." You clear your throat. Why is your first instinct to flirt? Perhaps you need to self-reflect more. Not right now though. "I'm sure I know what you're talking about, but it probably has a different name now? F-Film is like, a moving picture, and I think it's called like that because the pictures itself are on a thin film? I don't now. I studied accounting."

You're being so normal about this interaction.

"I can show you a film if you'd like...?

[goddesstrolls]

>> He really has a hard time staying on his feet.

>> You look at the palm-husk, running your fingertip over the mirror-smooth surface. You can see a moving image of what's in front of you- There's a slight delay, and you tilt the husk back and forth, watching the image change. The image reacted to your touch, too, becoming smaller, and you swipe your thumb over the surface again. This time, it becomes larger.

>> Ah, so that's what it means to 'take' a picture.

"Accounting."

>> You repeat, your tone mostly flat, though there is an intrigued note there. Sort of like a small child just offered you a hand full of dirt and worms.

>> You tilt the palm-husk to the side in order to look down at the troll.

"Tell me, then, what do your skills in finance have to do with poaching artefacts? You could pursue banking and money-handling instead of searching ruins in vain, no?"

>> You look back at the palm-husk, currently pointed at the wall.

"A film is something more than this, I take it. A story?"

[ori-trolls]

"Oh, okay." You will not succumb to the need to make this dragon like you. One, because you don't think it's possible. And two, because you're pretty sure you're going to annoy him more. You're stupid but you're also self-aware.

"The stone slate? Oh! My palm-husk!" You hold it up and show it to him. It does look like a sort of stone slate. "This is mostly a device used for communication, though it can do a lot of things, such as take pictures. The light it produced is called a flash, and it helps the pictures come out better, though I didn't intent to use it."

You tape on your phone and pull up the picture you took of him, then hold it back out for him to see.

"This is the picture I took of you! A film is a movie, I'm not sure what animal skin has to do with this? They're like moving pictures. Hold on, I'll show you."

You turn the camera towards him and set it on video and start recording.

"Just move or do something!"

[goddesstrolls]

>> You squint. This thing is too small to look at easily from this height- Even with your chin on the ground.

>> Your tail flicks again in annoyance. 'Take pictures'? From what? You have no idea what the word 'movie' means. You tilt your head, trying to peer at the tiny slate as he flips it around to show you the other side.

>> Right, let's just make this easy.

>> Your form shimmers and then shifts, and within a moment you are a troll standing over him- Or, something that looks close enough to a troll, you don't really care.

>> He started recording just in time to catch you brushing your hair back over your shoulders, and then you reach out to pull the 'palm-husk' from his hand so you can look at it yourself.

"Perhaps you did not surmise already, my grasp on the modern tongue is lacking. I have no idea what a movie is. Film, as I know it, is certain thin skin on the troll body. Delicate, and easily punctured ... As unaware of yourself as you seem to be, I would expect you to know it."

>> You don't think he's going to get what you're talking about, but whatever.

[divinefelinebast]

KOBOLD - OPEN SPECIES - Bast's Ko-fi Shop

A version of kobolds for my personal setting. This purchase includes a ~180 layer CSP/PSD file with various mix-and-match examples of kobo

I made some little critters. It's a 180 layer CSP/PSD file with a bunch of trait examples and an Ellipsus document with their lore :]

The file is free if you want to check it out!

[goddesstrolls]

no appreciation for the things i give him. smh