You'll never break me.

Your name was previously THE DISCIPLE but now you have been reduced to HERANA LEIJON. This may or MAY NOT be your real name, but after so many sweeps of FALSE NAMES, you can't remember the one your lusus gave you anymore. You have a childish enjoyment for CAT PUNS and for GOOD TEA. {Dependant!Disciple for servitudestuck} open for all threads/rps

[l4w4ndord3rs]

Trial and Error (Disciple and Terezi)

It wasn’t always easy for Terezi to hide her support of the rebellion.  Having constantly been in contact with people who genuinely hated it, she’d gotten more used to how to act in such a manner.  That didn’t mean it was constantly the first thing on her mind.  In fact, a while back when Tomori was screaming at Herana  in the common room, she knew she was pushing it a bit by trying to get the handmaid to stop.  But in all honesty, most people she knew wouldn’t have minded such a thing, given Tomori’s reputation in the hold anyway.

The tealblood figured now would be a good time to work on that.  She’d elected to take a bit of a risk this time around by renting Herana herself, then practicing how to act with her.  She needed to find a happy medium that hid her support of the rebellion, but wasn’t overly harmful toward the members, least of all the leaders.  This would be the perfect way to get her edge back!  Once she arrived at the disciple’s door she gave it a few knocks.  She stepped back and breathed deeply but quietly, mentally preparing herself to get to observing.

[rebellingchicanery]

Herana had long since stopped paying attention during the auctions, staring glazed eyed over the crowd as they placed their bets on her. It was demeaning. As though they were little more than cattle. But it required no thought. So when it comes to being collected, she had no idea who it was going to be, the Disciple glancing up from her book as they knock.

At least they were polite enough to do that. She shuts the book with a muffled snap and stands up, relieved at least that her chest is most the way healed now. Though the scars would remain. She opens the door with a blank expression, book under her arm though her brow does quirk when she sees who it is. The little Redglare in training. The tealbloods mini-me. “Good aftpurrnoon, Terezi, I take it you were the one to rent me.”

[rebellingchicanery]

Time for catching up. [Disciple/Psiioniic]

[rebellingchicanery]

She laughs at the image of a horrified commander running about their ship as it exploded thanks to Sanian, a purring rumbling in her chest as he braids her hair. Kaiser often gave up with the unmanagable mass of hair, the strands thick and determinedly curly though not wiry. Sanian was normally the one who attempted anything with it, presumably because the quiet, repetitive actions were soothing in a way.

She briefly opens a bright, green eye to look up at him, arched brows pulling together. “But if you did that, what about the other psionics who would’ve been there with you. Purresumably they’d have perished at the explosion.”

[psiioniicfury]

Sanian’s face fell from his bragging to a more solemn expression. “They were practically dead anyway,” he replied. He had to tell himself that they wouldn’t be able to be healed to make himself sleep at night. Not that he got a whole lot of sleep regardless. “I had to get out of there, HR. I was gonna die.”

[rebellingchicanery]

“I know, San.” She wriggles up to kiss his cheek, though purely platonic in the action, patting his face with a soft hand. “It was your only route out of horrible, vicious slavery. And I’m glad that you did it before they ran you into the ground.” She lies back down again, pressing her curly head into his hand. “Now purrlay with my hair purrlease.”

[rebellingchicanery]

1010meha:

sadmomhair:

what’s it like to be taller than 5’2”??? is it nice? can you comfortabley reach cupboards?

We live in constant fear of the short ones, who (in my experience) will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table, and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want

[gokus-remade]

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[rebellingchicanery]

Tea with an old friend. [Disciple/Dolorosa.]

[chainedmother]

“I don’t doubt that.  Perhaps it was more a warning not to get too comfortable, making sure I knew that while we may be back together again, the circumstances are far from desirable.”  She stirred her tea lightly, noticing the bandages while they were visible.  The condition of her son’s disciple was a clear indicator of just how undesirable those circumstances could get- however long she’d been here, she’d suffered greatly many times.  No doubt there were many here that would revel in the misery of the rebellion.

The hope that sparked in Herana’s eyes brought a smile to the rainbow drinker’s face.  “If I’m being honest, before I knew you all were alive in here, I was greatly ashamed,” she admitted, looking down into the tea she held.  “Once we were split apart, I knew I’d need to do all I could to help keep Kaiser’s message alive.  I had to flee with whoever would follow me in a desperate attempt to stay free and keep to my duties…but it wasn’t long before they found me as well.  I felt a sting of failure as great as the one I’d felt when I lost Kaiser, though this time it was as his follower rather than his mother.  I thought my capture would only help push the rebellion further toward surrender…”  She finally looked up at the other troll again, the smile that had fallen as she told her story returning.  “But seeing you all here again- knowing that together we can surely keep our own faith alive- .I can only believe that there are those out there whose resolve will be just as resolute as ours must be, even though we can no longer reach them.”

[rebellingchicanery]

She listens to them carefully, tea remaining undrunk as they speak so as to show her respect and to be polite, the china clinking as she leans forwards to take their hand in hers. “The fire of rebellion was pawlways made and fuelled with the ferocity and determination of those who want change. Purroviding they still want change, they will purrservere.” Especially since those involved have seen the ways their lives can change through kindness, the Rebellion having opened welcoming arms to those wishing to be involved. Things many trolls had little experience of.

Her eyes flick to the guard bots that surround the room and line the corridor outside, the red glass of their visors glinting in the overhead lights. They would undoubtedly be recording this conversation for the higherups. She clears her throat and lets go of their wrist, sitting back so she can sip her tea. “Do you know who brought you in?”

[rebellingchicanery]

Tea with an old friend. [Disciple/Dolorosa.]

[chainedmother]

Videmi couldn’t blame the other for making herself scarce while Tomori was around.  The immortal was thoroughly unpleasant to be around, and really it was a wonder that she hadn’t said anything to set her off.  She could see it happening in due time, of course- she seemed like someone who quite enjoyed finding ways to get under others’ skin.  With a sigh she sat down in a spot near a table when Tomori was gone, soon noticing Herana exiting the kitchen with some tea.  She thanked her as she took the remaining teacup, taking a quiet sip while her friend spoke.  “You and I both, Herana.  At the very least, it served as a reminder of the reality I’ve suddenly found myself thrown into, though I’d have much preferred it to come later.”

[rebellingchicanery]

“The reality she reminded you of is merely the tip of the iceberg, Vi, it’ll get a lot worse from here on in.” She leans down to pick up the teaspoon she’d knocked off of the tray while picking up her own saucer, the blood stained bandages adorning the top of her chest immediately obvious from the dropped neckline of her shirt. They’re hidden again as she sits up again with a quiet sigh, setting the spoon down.

“I’m glad you lasted so long befur they got you too. Now we can all suppurrt each other again, it’ll be like old times.” Her eyes shine at the prospect of having her loved ones around her again, the oliveblood having already been locked up for the past sweep or so by herself. And it’s clear she’s gained many new scars, the most obvious being the vicious scarring that covers most of her left cheek and jaw. But now she has everyone else to keep her strong, not just the scrap of her former self to cling to.

[rebellingchicanery]

Tea with an old friend. [Disciple/Dolorosa.]

Herana had ended up vanishing off to the kitchen just off the common room in order to avoid Tomori, eventually reappearing once they’d left. She reenters the common room with care, looking out for the maroonblood before carrying out a laden tray, keeping a wary eye on the teacups. She doesn’t want them to fall off. She carries the tray to the coffee table by Videmi, sitting down to set up the cups and saucers, pouring the tea with nary a drip. For one with such a passion of hunting and the like, she remains to this day, a fan of tea and cute saucers. She finishes them off with milk and sugar, picking hers up. “I do wish you’d had a more peacefurl entrance, Videmi. Efurryone was so happy before she came in. But no surpurrise there.” 

[spiderwebspectacles-blog]

Damaged Goods // Disciple and Aranea

[spiderwebspectacles-blog]

Perhaps mentioning the idea of karma around Herana.  After all, she and the other rebellion members deserved much better than what they’d gotten for all the work toward setting the oppressed free.  Granted, if all went as she planned it to, they would certainly end up getting the treatment they really deserve, but until then things weren’t quite looking good for any of them.  Here was hoping they’d be able to hold out until then…

Most trolls would have likely been able to tell that the other was hiding something.  For Aranea it was nearly transparent- her body had tensed up at the statement and she’d started looking away.  Plus her wording was suspicious too; both were fully aware there were those who would happily harm the rebellion leaders, and she hadn’t even mentioned harming in the first place.  Cerulean eyes glanced over her…and for a brief moment, she considered using her vision eightfold.  Others used devices to help focus their eyesight, but Aranea had trained hers enough to be able to focus significantly without aid.  She could see if there were any injuries below the plentiful layers that she could see…

But she ultimately decided against it.  Not only would that have been an invasion of privacy, but she also required no proof that Herana was lying- it was fairly obvious anyway.  “Right.  I thought it sounded a bit far-fetched.”  She then took notice of the pot of water her slave had put on the oven.  “Oh, it’s just about boiling all the way.  Could you pour those into the pot, then?”  She pointed to a box of long raw noodles placed on the countertop.

[rebellingchicanery]

She smothers her relief when they drop the subject, gratefully picking up the dry spaghetti to drop them into the now boiling water. It was unpleasant to have her wounds leaking but she was a big troll now, she could deal with it for a couple hours until they were out the way. She didn’t really want to have them get involved.

The spaghetti begins to soften quickly in the hot water and she delicately prods the sticks down further under the water, falling silent for now. Conversation wasn’t really on her priorities now. 

[rebellingchicanery]

Time for catching up. [Disciple/Psiioniic]

[psiioniicfury]

Sanian pouted at her petty insults, knowing it was all in good fun. He did as he was asked, and continued twisting and unraveling her hair, finally getting to start braiding the long strand without knots in it. 

“Didn’t I ever tell you? Before Kaiser found me, I was a slave. Psionics like me, especially like me, are turned into batteries for war ships, and you know, other ships. But I was assigned to a war ship, powering the engines with my mind, along with a few other psionics. No one could fly a ship by themselves, right? Always need a co-helm,” he chuckled, knowing he really didn’t. Not that he would admit it to anyone, if the wrong person heard, he would be made as a battery again. He lowered his voice before going on,”I bullshit my way, keeping my powers lower than they actually are so they didn’t have such a strong suppressor on me. Boom! Blew that fucker out of the sky.”

[rebellingchicanery]

She laughs at the image of a horrified commander running about their ship as it exploded thanks to Sanian, a purring rumbling in her chest as he braids her hair. Kaiser often gave up with the unmanagable mass of hair, the strands thick and determinedly curly though not wiry. Sanian was normally the one who attempted anything with it, presumably because the quiet, repetitive actions were soothing in a way.

She briefly opens a bright, green eye to look up at him, arched brows pulling together. “But if you did that, what about the other psionics who would’ve been there with you. Purresumably they’d have perished at the explosion.”

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Jade made a face at the mere mention of grubs, understanding that these were the troll equivalent of babies. “You’re kidding!!!” She balked, eyebrows furrowing in distaste. Sometimes Jade had a hard time adjusting to troll culture. But she was trying and that was more than could be said for most humans forced to interact with other species. “Well, anyway…I definitely don’t have anything like that.” Jade mumbled, mostly to herself, scanning the shelves before hearing the distinct change of tone in Herana’s voice.

She turned to look at the olive blood and giggled at the almost eager smile pulling at her black lips. “Mmm I think I do, let me check the freezer!” She replied, stepping out from the pantry and sidling up to the medium sized white fridge tucked into the corner of the kitchen. As she pulled the door open her nose followed by the rest of her face was assaulted by frosty cold. It didn’t take her long to find what she was looking for however and she gave a small ‘aha!’ as she reached into the back and pulled out the packed strips of fresh fish. “I have swordfish and…I think this is talapia?” She mused, closing the large door and turning back with the frozen fish in hand.

[rebellingchicanery]

She watches them avidly as they check the frozen hunger trunk, leaning a little to peek in as they rummage round. At the very sound of them finding something, she’s at their side in seconds, plucking the frozen fish from their hands. It looks good enough, the flesh is bright and the remaining scales shiny. The only potential problem is the fact that it’s frozen but then, she’s not impartial to frozen fish sticks. She takes on of the strips and hands the rest back to Jade.

She pulls back the packaging, looking at the frozen fish with round eyes before she takes a bite. Oh goodness that’s delicious. Obviously not to Jade but she’s used to eating fish at any stage of its freshness depending on the situation. Do what’s necessary. She closes her eyes blissfully, savouring the taste. “It’s been so long since I’ve had purropurrly furresh fish.”

[spiderwebspectacles-blog]

Damaged Goods // Disciple and Aranea

[rebellingchicanery]

  spiderwebspectacles:

Aranea stood quietly, intently paying attention to every word that came from the older troll.  Even as much as she enjoyed talking, she was just as good at listening.  She’d never been directly involved with the Rebellion or even gotten to listen to one of the Signless’s sermons in real life, but she had found recordings before they were swifly removed from public access and heard his words in other ways.  It was easy to tell that Herana was always so close to him- she was just as well-spoken as he was, and everything she said held truth and meaning behind it.  She would love to listen to her more whenever she got the chance.

She smiled lightly at her statement, giving a shake of her head.  “I’m neither prepared to do such a thing nor do I have a desire to.  While being in this sort of a position would allow me an opportunity to work others to the bone, there are other weeks where the same would be done to myself.  Whether or not treating my slaves kindly would have a karmic effect on the treatment I receive, it at least feels right.”  Her smile faded slowly as she continued.  “As for why I rented you…while it’s been nothing specific, I have heard that you’ve had a rough time as of late and could use a break.”

Karmic effect, eh? She rolls the phrase round her tongue, the concept of it still foreign to her. She knew it in the layman’s terms of what goes around comes around. But with all the good she’s done with travelling with the Rebellion, wouldn’t that mean she was in for a good turn? As opposed to this horrific enslavement. Perhaps it means that Tomori will one day get everything back to her ten times over one day. She scoffs inwardly, folding her arms. Unlikely. But karma’s a bitch.

She stares at them as they explain their reasoning, arms folding tighter against the bandages that swathe her chest and ribs beneath her 3 layers of shirts and jackets. People seemed to talk far too much about her for her liking. She huffs, looking away out of the window. “What purreposterous rumours. Noone would dare harm me.” She’s lying and lying badly, the oliveblood able to feel a warm trickle of blood beneath her black shirt as it runs down her ribs. Thank god they wouldn’t be able to see that. Unless they have supernatural eyesight but that’s unlikely.

[inboxideas]

Guess my character's romantic weaknesses.

[kittyvines]

[throhing]

BRB D E A D

[marcholasmoth]

I am morally obligated to reblog all kitten vines

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She knew the statement to be true, Jade didn’t doubt for a moment that if Herana meant her any real harm there wouldn’t be much she could do in terms of strength. She was a sharp shot with a rifle, but in a physical fight she was next to useless in all sense of the word. Shaking off the negative thought, she returned to the task at hand. Letting go of the olive blood’s hand, Jade began flipping light switches so she could rummage through her small pantry. “How different is your cuisine from human food, I’m not really sure about what troll’s can or can’t eat to be honest.” Jade replied, tucking her wild hair behind her ears.

The few meals she had made while in the slave hold had been simple and easy enough, variations of exotic dishes she’d seen browsing through the cooking channels and recipes on her lunchtop. There was a plethora of things she could make here in her own home however. “What sounds good…oh I could make us some fish tacos…you like fish right?” She queried, peeking out from behind the pantry door.

[rebellingchicanery]

“Troll cuisine is purretty diffurent as it goes, purrticularly when it comes to borders between food and moral boundaries. Fur example, grub loafs. I’ll allow you to figure that one out fur yourself.” She looks away, looking around the brightly lit kitchen, one hand on the cool countertop. “Howefur, we’ve been conditioned and have evolved to adapt to purretty much any food types or cuisine.” 

Her pointed ears perk a little as she hears them suggest fish, trying to disguise the almost kittenish look though it’s difficult to hide her round eyes. Fresh fish is one of the best things in the world to her, just below Kaiser. “Do you have any raw?”

[rebellingchicanery]

Time for catching up. [Disciple/Psiioniic]

[rebellingchicanery]

 psiioniicfury:

“Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence, HR. Not like I totally blew up a war ship all by myself or anything,” he grumbled, covering the lower half of his face with his hand as she continued to speak.

He remained silent for a moment before speaking up again,”Yeah, I get it. I guess I thought logically enough not to get murdered or whatever. But it doesn’t change that, I don’t know. I missed you guys.” His cheeks were slightly yellow, thinking about missing them and being missed. A feeling he still wasn’t entirely used to.

She smiles and lightly headbutts his shoulder, leaning against him. “Fur someone so clever, you can be pawfurl stupid sometimes. But it’s okay, we love you just the same.” She scoots down again now, leaning against his chest. “You can continue purrlaying with my hair now.”

She closes her eyes as she leans against him, so much like how a relaxed cat does in the company of one it trusts. Then her head tilts a little, Herana quietly basking in the warmth that he produces. “When did you blow up an entire war ship by yourself?”

[spiderwebspectacles-blog]

Damaged Goods // Disciple and Aranea

[spiderwebspectacles-blog]

She watched as the other did as she was told, smiling and nodding as she went along.  A simple task, to be sure, but even those were nice to see get done by a voluntary extra set of hands- at least voluntary in that she asked to help, not that she asked to be here.

The ceruleanblood listened to her slave speak, unable to help the smile that came to her.  Here she was with the Signless’s disciple herself, getting to hear straight from her about her own life, even if it was just in comparison to the conditions she found herself in currently.  It really was strange…something so simple seeming so amazing.  “I don’t think it’s stupid at all.  If we’re accustomed to something for long enough, it could become a part of our very nature.  It’s only expected that even now it doesn’t feel as right to you, with how long I can only assume you were travelling.”

[rebellingchicanery]

“We travelled for many sweeps, it’s diffurcult to keep track of the perigees that seemed to pass in a blur at times. But it nefur seemed to grow old. There were pawlways new things to see, people to meet and speak with. Eventually. They were often harsh and aggressive though only out of fear. They had grown thick shells to defend their hearts and minds.” She looks towards the cerulean, looking them directly in the eye with those piercing olive eyes of hers, the slitted pupils reacting to the kitchen light. “We grew as those of vicious beasts, starved and pitted against anyone anything. Sometimes, when I see the younger trolls such as yourself, you seem almost more like kittens. Soft and delicate and almost tender to the crushing reality of our lives.”

She turns properly now, arms crossing over her heavily patched chest as she looks at them. There’s that politeness with them, that gives evidence of a kinder heart. Once that allows her to speak a little more freely. “Why would one like yourself wish to rent a troll like me. I’m hardly a mild-mannered trinket and furrom what I can tell, you do not seem like one purrepared to change that fact.”