Time to tickle the ivories a bit!
Blackout sits at his concert piano (on the floor since he’s so tall) and taps out Piano Sonata n. 14, aka Moonlight Sonata.
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Time to tickle the ivories a bit!
Blackout sits at his concert piano (on the floor since he’s so tall) and taps out Piano Sonata n. 14, aka Moonlight Sonata.
katanamasako:
“mnh…” she shut her eye thinking a moment. “Nah. Yuki’s got softer toebeans. soaks in water most of the day.” she grinned.
Gasp.
“But I use expensive lotions on mine!”
katanamasako:
Kat’s going to set her chin on his head, and snort.
“pardon?”
“Oof.”
“Ya heard what I said. I am the softest.”
“But wait.”
“Aren’t I the softest? Not because of my mane.”
Blackout wiggles his soft toe beans.
“Cuz of these!”
Blackout is too soft for words, wow. amazing~
“You bet I am~”
Take the Softness Test
The internet is wonderful.
He’s watching his Panera order travel live in real time on a map on his phone.
Way better than having to hunt or fish for his food!
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“A bit. My sense of direction gets worse during a new moon. Sorry for intruding. I’m Nadia.”
Blackout waves a paw dismissively, markings glowing a lovely bright blue in the pitch dark.
“You’re not intruding, darling,” he drawls, teeth clenched on a cigar. “I don’t own these woods.”
The big GummGumm plucks the cigar out of his lips and blows smoke upward, not wanting it to bother her. “I’m Blackout. Where you trying to get to? I know these woods like the back of my hand.”
He’s trying to explain to another troll that, no, Alexa isn’t a spell or a witch or a sort of magic. It’s technology.
No, you can’t control things by learning the Alexa method of wizardry. You have to buy one, dude, and then gank internet down here like I do.
For anyone interested, the big troll will grab his favorite 6 string acoustic guitar and sing a piece he thinks is a decent example of his softer range.
This one! Followed up with this one.
Trolls have a slightly different vocal structure than humans, so are there any vocal techniques that you're exceptionally good at or struggle with? What's your vocal range? (From @bardandbeast not that it matters but just so you know.)
Blackout looks thoughtful, bringing a claw up to tap on his chin.
“Ehhh... I’m not really sure what my vocal range classifies as -- not bass, and not upper tenor either. Maybe, like, somewhere between a Heldentenor and a Baryton-Martin baritone?”
“I’ve been called deep, resonant, full sounding. Deep and bright. I can go pretty low, but kinda high? I have trouble getting at or above G4 though without getting squally. Also been called weird. But it’s been hard to achieve my specific style because I don’t got a larynx like you do. I’ve had to train the stupid troll parts I do have to mimic those sounds you get in some contemporary stuff. Let me tell you, training hard material to relax and get soft, that ain’t easy. I don’t really know what techniques I am good at or have trouble with because I... don’t know the names of them, hah. I just sing, and like it.”
@bardandbeast
*an unopened can of soda is left for Blackout, a small note written for him.* This small can has power within you couldn't possibly know. Eat it in one bite to unlock it's full potential. *Blackout wouldn't know the importance of it, but this can of carbonation and sugar has been thoroughly shaken. time to clean those sinuses XD*
Blackout eyes the can, looking around for who left it in his den. Bending down, he carefully picks it between two claws, oh so GENTLY squeezing it.
It’s hard as a rock.
“Hah! Nice try, my good bitch!” he laughs. “Not gonna get me with that one, dude, I’ve drank Mentos and Diet Coke at the same time on a dare. I think I will give it to that one asstroll who owes me money, though...”
“...Hey, Hurb! You like soda cans?”
Random headcanon time!:
Blackout has made a name for himself over the last five or six hundred years by being a talented surface broker. Need something that’s hard for trolls to get? Talk to Blackout, he’s got a man for that. For a modest fee, of course.
He not only has a cell phone, but knows how to navigate the internet. He can order off of just about any website, though Amazon is one of his favorites. eBay is another good one. He takes cold hard cash, material trade, Venmo, CashApp, Paypal, Zelle, and Facebook pay.
He made serious bank during the California gold rush. Why? Because gold is a useless rock to trolls, but humans were flocking like geese to dig it up, and Blackout knew where quite a bit of it was in his area.
So if you need something and you’re not sure where to get it, come find the music-loving GummGumm. He’ll find it for you.
dontmakeitweiird:
They are quite big.
Like, super huge.
I just learned that Doux in French means sweet, so basically Hisirdoux’s nickname Douxie is just “sweetie” and I don’t know what to do with that information
@douxie-casperan
douxie-casperan:
It should strike as a mite strange why a human is completely unbothered by the presence of a troll other than the (Understandable) initial surprise and a cat more spiteful than scared. Not even the teeth make him blanch, in fact quite the opposite Douxie is on his feet now with guitar swung round to his side and approaching like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Seeing the appearing hand though he does let out an appreciative whistle.
“Oh wow you did luck out, genetics really wanted you to play huh?”
Archie apparently realises what is going on from the disgusted groan while slinking back to his chair. There will be no respite at all when music lovers are involved.
“Pianos are terrifying, honestly anybody that can wrangle the things are amazing in my book. I’ve got the fingers for it sure but never the aptitude. Gimmie some strings any day.”
It’s taken with a shake and a smile while being careful the troll doesn’t have to stretch too uncomfortable far to reach.
“Douxie, also called obnoxious on occasion. Always very nice to have other music appreciators out there for just as is without the vocals. I seem to keep attracting trolls with it apparently.”
Blackout grins wide, dual colored eyes filled with mirth. He’s a genuinely friendly, happy troll, and after a moment he finally realizes that it’s a bit weird that the human didn’t scream and hit him in the face with a broom like the last one did. Still, it’s a nice change!
“Nice to meet you, Douxie,” he replies amicably. Red and blue eyes look the man up and down once. “You’ve seen trolls before, huh? The last lady I accidentally outed myself to screeched like banshee and threw a vase at my head.”
The dark troll thrums and wiggles his claws at the kitty. “Hi, kitty. Don’t worry, I don’t eat cats. I feed like fifty strays here in town. Ah, fuck, wait, now I’m talking to the cat. Sorry. Heh.”
“So where you seen trolls before? Obviously friendly ones, since you’re not afraid.”
he will find that he has a tiny audience of one. a small blue whelp staring up at him, her tail flopping side to side. She didn't seem at all put off by his musical tastes, swaying side to side as she listened.
Blackout notes the little blue whelp, but he doesn’t pause in his playing. He does change from shredding out Metallica on his acoustic Gibson, though, to playing something alot like ... this.