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[sixpenceee]

Long exposure photo of a plane taking off by US landscape photographer Kevin Cooley. 

[pylat-the-gob-deactivated202303]

I think what Sixpenceee meant to say is a photo of a plane taking off in the world of TRON.

[boykeats]

shout out to my fave under-appreciated unbreakable transgender hero

[nonbinerdy-blog]

The thing that gets me is he didn’t ASK for the impenetrable skin. Poseidon was just like “cool cool but you know what you need? skin of IRON. don’t worry bud it’s on the house”

[silverclade]

Merrem: meet a bad influence

[silverclade]

You see red. Well, deep orange. You snarl and take a big step forward, only to be stopped by your beloved’s voice.

“Rehtuu!” she snaps. You freeze mid-step and angle an ear towards her. She’s removing her hood and stepping between you and this bulgebag excuse for a subjug, which… you can’t help but make a low trill of distress. She puts her hand lightly on your chess, and that’s all you need to stop trying to step around her. You’re still gonna growl at bulgebag, though.

She takes another few steps to properly stand in front of you. She’s wearing her robes, and they’re shapeless but light enough to do absolutely mesmerizing things at the slightest movement. Ain’t never seen no one prettier than your girl, but that’s really besides the point right now.

“You’re looking for a fight. Look elsewhere.”

[glowtrolls]

“Well, shit, sis, I’d love to”, you laugh, “But my boss is still gonna be real damned pissed about you disruptive fucking chucklefucks up and fishing off our customers." 

You eye them. Purple brother still looks like he wants to rip your throat out, if you’re real honest. You wonder if you can escalate this again. C’mon, you need an excuse here.

“Real cute how short of a leash you got your ‘rail on, by the ways. Downright romcom levels of control right there.” 

[silverclade]

>Be Maggie

For once, you wish Teylir was here. She arrests attention. Even without that quick, sharp whistle she's perfected, speaking, it seems, is all she has to do to make people listen.

You, on the other hand, dig your claws into Rehtuu's bare chest and wrack your sponge for a way to wrestle the situation under your control. You're burning at the leash comment, and by the choirs is it tempting to let Rehtuu take a crack at the Starboy here.

"Oh my brother beat be thinkin' haarrrrd about what he's up and sayin' 'bout my matesprit here," he's yelling, again struggling to sidestep you, "I done taught a hundred better, bigger motherfuckers 'bout respect afore he showed his unrighteous face to me this night, bitchass heathen he is, maybe he gots t'learn what a short leash feels like wrapped 'round his filthy throat stem-"

"Sweetheart," you mutter.

"-taint done nothin' wrong and my brother best be gettin' his know on there-"

Shutting your mouth on what you were going to say, you think about this. You checked the minimum distance yourself. Of course you haven't violated any rules, and Starboy knows that or else there would be some actual threatening. No, he's provoking, which means...

You raise your voice so Rehtuu can hear over his own shouting. "Of course he knows we're in the right." He give you a look like you've proposed he learn grubdamn ballet, but you press on. "He hasn't called anyone, love, or really threatened us." You angle your head to address Starboy. "What an unreasonable - no, insecure troll your boss must be, sir. Sending a highblood out to intimidate street performers." You flash a disgusted look up at Rehtuu. "How pathetic," you finish.

[igxbaddies]

@karmi_op

[bunnybugs]

[skcgsra]

male witch aesthetic (requested)

more here // request here

[memewhore]

[daily-shows]

[silverclade]

Merrem: meet a bad influence

[silverclade]

You pull a particularly showy sweep of your arm, but the applause from your audience is subdued and sparse. Turning around, looks like most of them have fled. You sigh and switch off your boombox. “Come on, my brother, ain’t no need for this-”

Oh. Oh, did he just threaten your beloved?

“Ain’t a need for this,” you repeat softly. Your eyes shine a shade more orange. “And you better not be leveling none of them threats quad-ways, brother, ain’t here to bother you and I’d like it if you didn’t bother me OR my best motherfuckin’ girl. We can both carry on our ways.”

——-

You’re name is Mageth Kohinr, and while you don’t know everything, you sure as hell know when something is up. You last customer, still holding gauze to their arm, thanks you and slips out the tentflaps. This wasn’t your best work, the music turning off hells of distracted you, but they seem satisfied.

You wait a few seconds after they leave to peek outside. You narrow your eyes. This doesn’t look good.

[glowtrolls]

The look on his face when he turns around again is absolutely priceless, and the way that his voice goes all quiet makes it even better. “What’cha gonna do ‘bout it, brother?”, you grin. “And if there ain’t no need, I’m sure you’re just gonna be packing your shit now no questions asked, yeah? Maybe even - ” 

There’s movement in the corner of your eye, almost too little not to be subconscious. You flinch, both hands on your club in an instance, but the dancer’s ‘sprit just glares and does nothing else. 

And because you want this whole thing to take off already, but don’t want to make the first move, you do something that a friend showed you and stick your tongue out between two fingers.

[silverclade]

You see red. Well, deep orange. You snarl and take a big step forward, only to be stopped by your beloved’s voice.

“Rehtuu!” she snaps. You freeze mid-step and angle an ear towards her. She’s removing her hood and stepping between you and this bulgebag excuse for a subjug, which… you can’t help but make a low trill of distress. She puts her hand lightly on your chess, and that’s all you need to stop trying to step around her. You’re still gonna growl at bulgebag, though.

She takes another few steps to properly stand in front of you. She’s wearing her robes, and they’re shapeless but light enough to do absolutely mesmerizing things at the slightest movement. Ain’t never seen no one prettier than your girl, but that’s really besides the point right now.

“You’re looking for a fight. Look elsewhere.”

[silverclade]

Merrem: meet a bad influence

[silverclade]

A purple blooded brother is approaching and don’t he look like he’s itching to fight! You chuck him under the chin a little mockingly. Red’s your specialty, but you’re cool brushing by a little pitch.

You wonder if you made the right choice when he pulls specibus and the darling trolls in your audience give him a wide birth. You drift the back of your hand half an inch away from some oliveblood’s adorable cheek and slip into a set of moves that justify pulling out a pair of clubs.

“Does a humble devotee need a permit to dance, my brother?” You stretch your leg behind you and arch your spine. One club brushes the concrete and the other is lifted skyward and twirled. “Take a load off, my brother,” you drawl, “see my sweet scarlet sister in her tent.”

[glowtrolls]

While you’re watching like this, you can’t help but itch at your chin where he touched you. You’re almost glad when it looks to have hit him that you’re not fucking flirting and he pulls out his own clubs, smooth as anything. Reminds you of the circus performers back during school feeding, only all grown up and a lot less choppy.

“If you wanna dance by my club, fuck yeah you do. Wait, scarlet sister?” You peer around the corner before you spot the sign, but look back to the dancer to make sure he’s not doing anything funny before you read it again. “Future”, you scoff. “Nah, brother. No one wants to hear that shit. And ‘sides, she’s gotta pack her shit too, not just you.” 

While you’re talking, you try to make out a pattern in the way he moves, assess whether you could take him in a fight. From here, it looks pretty good, and the next time you talk, you’re smiling wide. “So, what’s it gonna be. You gonna let her fight for herself?” 

[silverclade]

You pull a particularly showy sweep of your arm, but the applause from your audience is subdued and sparse. Turning around, looks like most of them have fled. You sigh and switch off your boombox. "Come on, my brother, ain't no need for this-"

Oh. Oh, did he just threaten your beloved?

"Ain't a need for this," you repeat softly. Your eyes shine a shade more orange. "And you better not be leveling none of them threats quad-ways, brother, ain't here to bother you and I'd like it if you didn't bother me OR my best motherfuckin' girl. We can both carry on our ways."

-------

You're name is Mageth Kohinr, and while you don't know everything, you sure as hell know when something is up. You last customer, still holding gauze to their arm, thanks you and slips out the tentflaps. This wasn't your best work, the music turning off hells of distracted you, but they seem satisfied.

You wait a few seconds after they leave to peek outside. You narrow your eyes. This doesn't look good.

[silverclade]

Merrem: meet a bad influence

@glowtrolls

It’s not quite sunrise here, but the day club is picking up business well anyway. You and your ruby red girl have set up “shop” nearby; you’re close enough to pull over trolls not yet inside, but far enough away you don’t think you could be breaking any rules!

Your girl predicts this will be a good day, and you know your girl well enough to be excited. The bitch ain’t NEVER wrong about nothing! She’ll be gettin’ you some fine-ass paints to work with, you bet your best buttons. Your best buttons, which are currently adorning your braids alongside Beloved’s lusus’ feathers and turquoise and amethyst beads. A boom box is on a meter or so away giving you a beat to dance to. You do this for the carnival, too, also dressed only in patterned harem pants and shiny silver jewelry. There’s a bowl at your feet for tips, and a club in your specibus in case anyone gets funny ideas. You’ll take someone’s mirthless head off without missing a beat.

Beloved has a portable tent set up in an alley. A sign hanging outside points the way saying “Learn Your Future, Examine Your Past, Accuracy Guaranteed,” and beneath that is a second sign that reads “save your creators for the dancer.” Free anything is enough to rouse the suspicions of most trolls, but in this case, curiosity sometimes wins out. You’ve attracted a small audience already, and you take a moment to flirt playfully with the closest ones. It’s all showmanship, after all!

[glowtrolls]

Some chucklefuck is blasting music right outside your club and drawing a small cluster of people, and you got sent outside to see what’s what, mostly since you’re one of two trolls currently on the job. Getting the early shift usually means very little action and a whole lot of boredom if you don’t mix it up yourself (which isn’t something you’re supposed to do, your boss has made that very clear), so you’re almost giddy when you officially get to drive these people off. 

Imagine your surprise when it looks like a Messiahs forsaken carnival out here, complete with a huge ass tent and a belly dancer in full face paint. But you counted your steps from the club’s entry to the cluster of people, and were out of steps before you reach him, which means you can’t legally drive them off without a good fight. 

Not that you’re complaining.

You take a moment to just mingle with the audience, hands in your pockets and watching the guy flirt with people. When it comes to your turn, you expect to just grab him and get it over with, but somehow, you can only stand and watch, like a bystander of a scuttlebuggy crash. You’ve gotta admit that you’re a little irritated at yourself for that. It would’ve been so damned easy to pick a fight right then, right there.

Fine, alright, then the hard way.

Your club hits the floor with an audible clunk and everyone around you who knows what’s good for them backs away. But you just leave it there for now, lean on it, keep watching, and hope that your ‘security’ shirt does the rest for you. 

“Yo.“ And then, louder: “Hey, brother. You got yourself a permit?”

[silverclade]

A purple blooded brother is approaching and don't he look like he's itching to fight! You chuck him under the chin a little mockingly. Red's your specialty, but you're cool brushing by a little pitch.

You wonder if you made the right choice when he pulls specibus and the darling trolls in your audience give him a wide birth. You drift the back of your hand half an inch away from some oliveblood's adorable cheek and slip into a set of moves that justify pulling out a pair of clubs.

"Does a humble devotee need a permit to dance, my brother?" You stretch your leg behind you and arch your spine. One club brushes the concrete and the other is lifted skyward and twirled. "Take a load off, my brother," you drawl, "see my sweet scarlet sister in her tent."

[silverclade]

Merrem: meet a bad influence

@glowtrolls It's not quite sunrise here, but the day club is picking up business well anyway. You and your ruby red girl have set up "shop" nearby; you're close enough to pull over trolls not yet inside, but far enough away you don't think you could be breaking any rules! Your girl predicts this will be a good day, and you know your girl well enough to be excited. The bitch ain't NEVER wrong about nothing! She'll be gettin' you some fine-ass paints to work with, you bet your best buttons. Your best buttons, which are currently adorning your braids alongside Beloved's lusus' feathers and turquoise and amethyst beads. A boom box is on a meter or so away giving you a beat to dance to. You do this for the carnival, too, also dressed only in patterned harem pants and shiny silver jewelry. There's a bowl at your feet for tips, and a club in your specibus in case anyone gets funny ideas. You'll take someone's mirthless head off without missing a beat. Beloved has a portable tent set up in an alley. A sign hanging outside points the way saying "Learn Your Future, Examine Your Past, Accuracy Guaranteed," and beneath that is a second sign that reads "save your creators for the dancer." Free anything is enough to rouse the suspicions of most trolls, but in this case, curiosity sometimes wins out. You've attracted a small audience already, and you take a moment to flirt playfully with the closest ones. It's all showmanship, after all!

[madness-of-depression-deactivat]

[deskgirl]

[iamfawad-deactivated20160626]

قالوا: تموت بها حبـاًً؟ قلـت:  ألا آذكروها علـى قبـري لتحيينـي they asked “do you love her to death?” i said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life

Mahmoud Darwish (via iamfawad)

[cantankeroustrolls]

Yo reminder that if u follow @paroxysmalsynthetic, @saxifragousbrocard, @anielsgrimoire, @silverclade, @aio6, @satinetirradient (which I can’t link for some reason?) then y'all should follow this blog too! Art goes here, memes, other people’s trolls, etc!!

[elishaalexzander]