Fan Trolls

I'll be posting all my trolls on here as they come to me, feel free to rp with any you find interesting.

[simplyfantrolls]

*tackle the friendo!*

I arise

[simplyfantrolls]

Ur Still About, i thought u were inactive... hi hihi,

Hello hello, I still have my blog but you're not entirely wrong. I haven't been on in I think 3 years now.

[zillyeh]

i want to play the give me your trolls game. show me ur brainless partygirl (gender neutral) characters. lil marble rolling around behind their eyes here for a  good time not a long time type dummies.

[simplyfantrolls]

[simplyfantrolls]

Tumblr isn't sending me emails to verify my account so to the two message notifications I have, I can't look at them. Working with Tumblr to get that fixed. For all I know both of those messages are from like 4 years ago.

[hive-o-trolls]

Show me trolls who are the ones who would be a house wife/husband pwease

[stuckstucktrolls]

[simplyfantrolls]

[simplyfantrolls]

I lurk.

[simplyfantrolls]

Judgement from very judgemental fish

I feel like enough time has passed that there are some people who would love for trash fish to be mean to them.

Send 1 OC and I will have him judge them. It has been a while so I'm gonna take it slow

[ase-trollplays]

simplyfantrolls​:

“Uh…. yeah, listen there’s a whole lot I could say to ya but I also feel like there isn’t a lot I could say that wouldn’t lead to my immediate and painful exit from my body. And I like my body. You don’t, which is obvious because anyone who loved their body wouldn’t wear camo pants. At this point I should probably stop cause I’m sure you’re already settin your metal arm to fish murder but what the fuck is with the green string on your one good horn?. Is it your last strand of common sense and you’re afraid to lose it?. Ya already lost a horn so I’m not holdin out hope.”

They’re quad colors, fishfuck. It ain’t nothin’ new; even a pretentious l’il shit like y’all oughta have at least a single braincell capable a figurin’ that out. Keep talkin’ shit about my horns an’ I’ll break off all a yers. Fuck, just keep talkin’ at all. I could use the excuse.

[simplyfantrolls]

"Ya see, I knew that was gonna happen. Nothin but brawn and anger. I know for a fact that you could snap me in half and sell me as fish sticks and I ain't gonna mess with anything else aside from your clothes and your horns.... maybe you hair?. Did you do that on purpose or did someone run ya over with a lawn mower?. That would explain the horn to."

[simplyfantrolls]

Judgement from very judgemental fish

I feel like enough time has passed that there are some people who would love for trash fish to be mean to them.

Send 1 OC and I will have him judge them. It has been a while so I'm gonna take it slow

[rabbit-trolls]

>Giantess Lagoonia Geovedi - Confused about her height and about the same size as White Diamond (from SU)

[simplyfantrolls]

"Wow. Well fuck me you're fuckin huge. I think I could sleep in your fuckin shoe. Anyway, ya don't look half bad I suppose. You're expression is makin ya look like a bimbo, I'd assume with a body that big ya got a brain to match but maybe not. Ya did decide to ruin a perfectly nice dress by throwin on way to much jewelry, and it's gold, talk about tacky. Look ya ditzy jumbo jelly if ya need help dressin it's okay to ask for it. No one will judge. Much."

[simplyfantrolls]

Judgement from very judgemental fish

I feel like enough time has passed that there are some people who would love for trash fish to be mean to them.

Send 1 OC and I will have him judge them. It has been a while so I'm gonna take it slow

[ase-trollplays]

[simplyfantrolls]

"Uh.... yeah, listen there's a whole lot I could say to ya but I also feel like there isn't a lot I could say that wouldn't lead to my immediate and painful exit from my body. And I like my body. You don't, which is obvious because anyone who loved their body wouldn't wear camo pants. At this point I should probably stop cause I'm sure you're already settin your metal arm to fish murder but what the fuck is with the green string on your one good horn?. Is it your last strand of common sense and you're afraid to lose it?. Ya already lost a horn so I'm not holdin out hope."

[simplyfantrolls]

Judgement from very judgemental fish

I feel like enough time has passed that there are some people who would love for trash fish to be mean to them.

Send 1 OC and I will have him judge them. It has been a while so I'm gonna take it slow

[simplyfantrolls]

Who still wanna talk to my nerds?

[simplyfantrolls]

*Raises from the dead kinda*

[ask-them-bois]

Is this the right table?

Put my smol angry man in a position where he needs to attempt to be nice to your fabulous sassy blind man

Send “Is this the right table?” to meet my Muse for a blind date!

Oliver was dressed up quite nicely; he wore a short, white dress that hung to his knees, white heels, an emerald on a silver chain, and a white band around his eyes. He was sat in a corner booth, his purse and cane on the seat beside him.

They were sat in a rather nice restaurant, although the decor went unnoticed to them. They twisted a lock of hair through their painted claws as they waited.

Oliver turned her head towards the voice, onw eyebrow rising above her mask. "Well now, that's a 7amiliar voice~. Didn't think you'd be my blind date, bubblegum~. Then again, all dates are blind 7or me~." She chuckled, leaning her chin on the back of her hand. "Well, sit down, then~." She offered.

[ask-them-bois]

“...” Oliver was quiet for a moment, a politely thoughtful look on his face, “I am no one to judge another’s character,” he began, “but I do not think you are an asshole, darling, at least so far. By all means, swear away, I hear worse from my morail on a nightly basis.” He smiled.

“And no, that’s not offensive. That’s sweet, too.”

As she was speaking, the waiter appeared again, with a bottle in hand to refill their drinks. “Are we ready to order?” They asked.

“Yes, darling, I’ll have the moo-beast filet mignon with noodles.” Oliver said briskly, picking up her wine and taking a sip.

“Alrighty! And you?” The waiter scribbled that down and turned to Arelia.

[simplyfantrolls]

“I ain’t the best at usin words. So... thanks I suppose, for lettin it slide so easy.” Arelia’s attempt at a smile was more of a grimace. Luckily his ‘date’ couldn’t see his failed attempt at looking pleasant. Thankfully the waiter came and he was able to busy himself with his wine and order his own meal.  “Uhhhh yeah... I uh, really didn’t look at the menu all that well. How bout your best fish dish. Uhh, yeah, whatever that is I’ll take it. With more wine, one that compliments it the best.”  With ordering done Arelia went back to attempting more conversation.  “Soooo. Got any more plans after this. We could hang some more, I dunno.” 

[ask-them-bois]

Is this the right table?

Put my smol angry man in a position where he needs to attempt to be nice to your fabulous sassy blind man

Send “Is this the right table?” to meet my Muse for a blind date!

Oliver was dressed up quite nicely; he wore a short, white dress that hung to his knees, white heels, an emerald on a silver chain, and a white band around his eyes. He was sat in a corner booth, his purse and cane on the seat beside him.

They were sat in a rather nice restaurant, although the decor went unnoticed to them. They twisted a lock of hair through their painted claws as they waited.

Oliver turned her head towards the voice, onw eyebrow rising above her mask. "Well now, that's a 7amiliar voice~. Didn't think you'd be my blind date, bubblegum~. Then again, all dates are blind 7or me~." She chuckled, leaning her chin on the back of her hand. "Well, sit down, then~." She offered.

[ask-them-bois]

"Oh trust me, darling, the food here is decadent. I'll eat nothing less." Oliver smiled. "My palate is quite refined- with no sight, I must rely on my other senses to judge food, no?"

At the mention of menus for herself, she chuckled. "Aw, how sweet of you, darling, but that won't be necessary. I search up the menu beforehand on my palmhusk, in case they don't offer the braille kind."

"Our world is... Hm, harsh, even for those who aren't broken. I've been to one," He held up one finger, "restaurant on this planet that offers such a menu. It's easier to just find the menu online and have my screen reader do the work." He laid his chin on the back of his hand again with a shrug. "I decided what I wanted before I even entered the building."

They picked up their wine glass and took a long sip.

[simplyfantrolls]

"Well... I suppose... you have been honest so far, I guess I'll take your word for it. I'm ready when ever you are Olive."

Decent conversation is fucking hard for him. Being nice to a stranger?. Even if it is a first date it had never been something that came naturally.

"It ain't fuuuuckin, ya know what fuck it I'm swearin if I fuckin wanna. It ain't sweet Olive. It's common fuckin respect. I might be an asshole but I'm not a that rude... right?"

He took a long drink from his glass as well when the thought he could have been TO mean. She didn't say anything but she could just be hiding it.

"That's... good. Like, shit should be accessible to everyone ya know?. I learned sign cause hello?, not all deaf people can read lips. That ain't offensive is it?, I'm bein fuckin offensive aren't I shit. I need more wine"

[ask-them-bois]

Is this the right table?

Put my smol angry man in a position where he needs to attempt to be nice to your fabulous sassy blind man

Send “Is this the right table?” to meet my Muse for a blind date!

Oliver was dressed up quite nicely; he wore a short, white dress that hung to his knees, white heels, an emerald on a silver chain, and a white band around his eyes. He was sat in a corner booth, his purse and cane on the seat beside him.

They were sat in a rather nice restaurant, although the decor went unnoticed to them. They twisted a lock of hair through their painted claws as they waited.

Oliver turned her head towards the voice, onw eyebrow rising above her mask. "Well now, that's a 7amiliar voice~. Didn't think you'd be my blind date, bubblegum~. Then again, all dates are blind 7or me~." She chuckled, leaning her chin on the back of her hand. "Well, sit down, then~." She offered.

[ask-them-bois]

“Oh no, darling, I don’t dance for anyone specific. I dance for the crowds and their attention. I get sponsorships, and reward money from when I win competitions.” Oliver explained, amused, before he shrugged. “But, fair enough, I suppose. Perhaps you can look for me in the centerfold of a magazine next time, and keep an ear out for my morail’s voice.” Were his eyes uncovered, he would have winked.

She suddenly smiled, like a wolf would smile at a wounded rabbit. “Oh, I don’t know about killed, darling, but... we are a very... exclusive.” She turned her right shoulder towards him, showing off a tattoo partially concealed under the lacy sleeve; it was a black, skeletal hand. “Permanent proof of membership and everything.”

They stopped picking at the menu and pushed one towards Arelia. “Should we decide what to eat, before our server comes back?” They suggested.

[simplyfantrolls]

Arelia decided it was in his best interest not to ask anymore questions about her exclusive organization. Ordering food sounded like a great way to decide if this place was worth either of their time

"Sure thing Olives, if the food sucks though then we gotta bounce cause I ain't eatin garbage. I suppose, they gotta have some kinda fish option. As long as they don't over cook or over dress it then it's the easiest thing for them to get right. If they don't I'm firing all the staff"

Nothing else had seemed all the interesting to choose anyway. Speaking of ordering

"Have ya been here before?. Did they give ya a braille menu or somethin?. If not I'll make a scene"

[ask-them-bois]

Is this the right table?

Put my smol angry man in a position where he needs to attempt to be nice to your fabulous sassy blind man

Send “Is this the right table?” to meet my Muse for a blind date!

Oliver was dressed up quite nicely; he wore a short, white dress that hung to his knees, white heels, an emerald on a silver chain, and a white band around his eyes. He was sat in a corner booth, his purse and cane on the seat beside him.

They were sat in a rather nice restaurant, although the decor went unnoticed to them. They twisted a lock of hair through their painted claws as they waited.

Oliver turned her head towards the voice, onw eyebrow rising above her mask. "Well now, that's a 7amiliar voice~. Didn't think you'd be my blind date, bubblegum~. Then again, all dates are blind 7or me~." She chuckled, leaning her chin on the back of her hand. "Well, sit down, then~." She offered.

[ask-them-bois]

Oliver only giggled into her wine glass, politely turning her head away from him. With her free hand, she reached up and curled a lock of hair around her finger, idly playing with it.

He hummed, taking another sip as he thought. "Well... What's there to say about lil' ol' me? I'm not one to flaunt my fame- oh, who am I kidding, of course I am." He chuckled, "I digress. I'm well known in some upper circles of shithole empire. I've won... many a competition in ice dancing. A handful with my violin playing, but that's more of a hobby. I suppose my main job is modeling, but I got my name known by ice dancing."

"My morail is rather well known, too. He's the lead singer for Cobalt Condition. It's a death metal band, have you heard of them?" They dropped their hand from their hair and picked at the edge of a menu instead, "The two of us run a little underground... Hm, group."

[simplyfantrolls]

"So what?, they make ya dance and shit for their own fuckin entertainment?. Steal from em while you're at it, what they deserve."

Arelia had his issues with his caste, a lot of the upper ones really needed a reality check in his opinion. He wonders if Oliver could smell the differences between castes. He may have a long bathing procedure with a constantly maintained temperature, ph balance, skin healing minerals, and lotions to be applied in different baths and certain times, but he still spends a lot of time in the sea so he must still smell like salt even slightly.

She didn't seem judgemental at her base so if she did know then clearly she didn't care enough to bring it up.

"Can't really say I've heard of ya before. Definitely haven't heard of whoever morail is. That kinda music isn't really somethin I know much about. I like singin to, but not like that. I don't really pay attention to what the uppity types are interested in. Why do I feel like this group is somethin I'd be killed for of I knew about it?"

[ask-them-bois]

Is this the right table?

Put my smol angry man in a position where he needs to attempt to be nice to your fabulous sassy blind man

Send “Is this the right table?” to meet my Muse for a blind date!

Oliver was dressed up quite nicely; he wore a short, white dress that hung to his knees, white heels, an emerald on a silver chain, and a white band around his eyes. He was sat in a corner booth, his purse and cane on the seat beside him.

They were sat in a rather nice restaurant, although the decor went unnoticed to them. They twisted a lock of hair through their painted claws as they waited.

Oliver turned her head towards the voice, onw eyebrow rising above her mask. "Well now, that's a 7amiliar voice~. Didn't think you'd be my blind date, bubblegum~. Then again, all dates are blind 7or me~." She chuckled, leaning her chin on the back of her hand. "Well, sit down, then~." She offered.

[ask-them-bois]

Oliver threw back his head and laughed. “Am I, now?” He purred between giggles. The toe of his shoe found Arelia’s shin and slid upwards a few inches, before retreating. “Perhaps you can have a taste of this olive later.” He teased.

She pressed her lips together, trying very hard not to laugh again when she heard his head hit the table. “Darling, there’s no need to beat around the bush about it. I can’t see what you’ve done to your hair, but I can smell your shampoo, conditioner, and,” she inhaled deeply, “mm, several other products. I can certainly imagine what your hair is like.”

With a practiced hand, they scooped up their wine glass and took a sip as they considered the offer. “I can do that. What would you like to know, darling?”

[simplyfantrolls]

Arelia was nearly a sputtering mess at Oliver's actions. It took all his restrain not to kick him for touching him like that!. Luckily he could blush as much as he wanted to in his current embarrassment

"I DIDN'T mean olives like THAT!. Get your mind outta that head space before I kick yours into it!."

Of course she figure out it was his head. At this point Arelia wasn't sure if she could smell how embarrassed he was. What would it smell like?.

"Hell, anything at this point. Just talk so I don't gotta. I've said enough stupid shiii for the day"