This blog is still heavily under construction, but here it is! This is where I will be putting any and all things relating to my fantrolls, as well as posts that remind me of my muses.
lusine makes good on the idea istago had of teaching him/meitus how to cook, she always makes the same thing they do so they can compare results at the end, the first few attempts end up needing to be thrown out but eventually they end up with a shit ton of pretty decent food and are like "what do we even do with all of this jfc"
LMAO IM SORRY ISTAGO IS REALLY THE ONLY TROLL OF YOURS IM SUPER FAMILIAR WITH but i can see him and sirius getting along p well for a while until it comes out in the open that hes a really shitty kismesis, then its like ITS ABOUT. TO GO DOWN. hhhhhhh
I call this "Failure to Hookup #17" because apparently it took a while for these two to get there. I feel like the first time Flinik realized his boyfriend is particularly well hung that it may have frightened him.
((Best Wishes to BP during hard times. I love these two, A+, would ship again.))
He was the only one that actually gave a damn - That made him special, didn't it? Damn fucking straight it did.
Both hands cupped the seadweller's face, a laugh bubbling almost painfully from his own throat as his fingers just barely grazed the edges of his fins. Cronus had yet to say a single word - But he seemed fairly terrified for the time being, not that it was a bad thing in the slightest. It was quite enjoyable, really.
"You know, I listen to you plenty. You do the same for me - It's rather relaxing, knowing you've always got the time of day and you're not going to request that I simply cease speaking for your own comfort, mostly because you're already extremely fond of my speaking, yes? Yes. Of course, that's exactly it. I know you so well, that's because we've got such a good range of mutual connection and communication, which brings us close enough together to earn special privileges with eachother, does it not? Hah, of course it does! You don't deny such either, do you, Cronus?" It seemed, for once, Kankri wasn't going to answer his own question.
The higherblooded troll was sprawled under his crouching form, biting his tongue and keeping from shoving his companion off and ditching as fast as he possibly could. His blood pressure must have been off the charts by then, his blood pusher racing painfully quickly and harshly against the inside of his ribcage, eyes wide.
There were a few moments of tense silence, continuing on through Cronus's nod, but Kankri was already off again before much else could be said, drawing out a wince simply by dragging his nails too sharply down the other male's neck.
"Exactly, that's why we're such good companions. We've got trust, and you especially trust me, because I care about you and I only want the best for you in any situation, as it always has been and always will be, hm?" Another laugh, another dragging of nails upwards, violet blood welling up in their path.
It was going to be a stressful day.
[11:37:14 PM] Blooper: Eridan meets mituna and is trying to decipher him and have a conversation and protective sol walks up
Meeting a Sollux lookalike that was outright broken was one of the most intriguing things ever.
Of course, Mituna seemed different enough appearance-wise - But Eridan was much too distracted trying to figure out what the fuck he was saying in the first place to give a care and put thought into it. Brows furrowed and frown pulling at his face, he repeated himself for the second time.
"I said talkslowly, ya' get that? Nice andslow, so I can hear ya' right."
And, as expected:
"M'th-sorry," his head hung forward, shoulders slumping not all too far behind, and Eridan clicked his tongue and fought back the migraine threatening to blossom behind his temples.
"See, like that. Jus'. Keep talkin' calml-"
"D'n't tell me w-what to fuc-kkin' do- Th-suck my bulge, dick-k feed!" Alright, that he understood. A scoff, arms crossing over his chest as he looked the ocher blood up and down. Was he really just that slow? Was his head really that messed up?
His mouth opened, retort dying in his throat just as it'd been about to be released, a voice much clearer than Mituna's own nearly having him groan in frustration.
"ED? God, are youreallytalking to that fucked up kid? You really don't have anything better to do?" Not even in death was the douchebag anymore bearable. Once more, before he could actually speak, Eridan was interrupted. He managed to furrow his brow even more and turn enough to face Sollux just as he stepped up beside him, looking more agitated than even the seadweller.
"Wow, whoa are y-yoou to thsthspeak, huuu-uuh?" Mituna laughed out something of a throaty snort, sounding more akin to a gagging choke than anything.
The migraine hit harder than Sollux and Mituna's arguing, leaving Eridan to do little more than huff and storm off, muttering under his breath and leaving the lowbloods to their screeching.
[11:39:13 PM] Blooper: Sufferer and summoner argue about tactics if rebellion
"No, you've got to come in from the North in warmer climate-"
"As much as I respect your opinions, dude, you've got to come in from the West."
"I assure you, the North or the East."
"West-"
"If you come in from the West you've got the warmer breezes and temperatures behind you, ranging from warmer to moderate, whereas coming in from the East brings you through mostly cold to moderate temperatures, and the North brings the more chilled currents and breezes as well. If you go in through or around warm water ports, for instance, you're leaving yourself much too open and predictable, though, ideally, storming from the inside out after any amount of infiltration allows for enemy scatter tactics, which is why you leave varying degrees of offensive positions about their only escape roots, capturing them-"
"Holy shit."
"I'm a man of strategy, though I would never encourage such actions upon any given group, especially ragamuffin revolutionists-"
"Not ragamuffins, god, don't call us that. I'm a trained professional-"
"As a Cavalreaper, not a revolutionist."
A brow quirked, another furrowed, and both men kept their chins high and arms crossed. Nearly an hour after meeting in dreambubbles and they were already talking up a storm, discussing and arguing through tactics, the Psiioniic himself even getting bored of such in-depth development of such things long before that given point. Neither would relent, the Sufferer more easily getting words in than the Summoner.
"Alright, I admit to that, but at least I got somewhere. Prancing up to the opposing team and asking if they want to talk about their feelings is only going to get your ass beat and half a dozen good troll friends strung up from clothes' lines."
"Those whom rose up in my name did so without my consent nor request. Their actions I take full responsibility for, yes, but not once did I lead a single existing lifeform to their demise." He took the time to hesitate, speaking his next statement much more carefully. "My family does not blame me, either. Keep that in your mind, though I doubt you'd be so quick to make such an accusation."
"All I'm sayin' is that I ain't going to give some highblood trying to take my ass down a hug because they decided I needed one."
[11:44:45 PM] Blooper: Dualscar tries to redeem his joke-telling with Ghb in the afterlife
"You got five minutes, brother. Five motherfuckin'minutes."
"Listen up an' listen up better 'an ya' did last time, ya' big lug of a troll-"
"Five minutes-"
"Whatdoya' call a fish outta water?"
Something akin to a growl was the only reply Dualscar received to the question. Already, the Grand Highblood could feel his nerves running thin.
"A lowblood! Get it? 'Cause they're always flounderin' 'bout, lookin' to get back in their pl-"
"The amount of wicked punishment I am YEARNING to administer right upon your god DAMN SKULL right now is so fucking OVERWHELMING I might just take to LIVING AGAIN for the sake of KILLING MYSELF IN ANGER."
[11:28:08 PM] Blooper: Baudet and flinik hanging out and- no I'm totally kidding
fuck your jokes I'm doing it [along with like eighty other things]
Lowbloods were giant douche bags and deserved a good smack in the face.
Sometimes.
Half the time, Baudet wasn't quite sure why he even bothered with anyone under him in the slightest. Then again, for the most part, those he encountered under him on the hemospectrum were rude, disrespectful, and - Most importantly - hated him. For whatever ungodly reason, considering he was insanely logical and likeable in his opinion.
Well, and then there was Flinik, whom - Undeniably - shared such an outlook on him.
The guy was skinnier than a twig and probably just as frail, though just the recollection of theone timehe'd taken the offensive was enough to have his fins twitching and his body fidgeting for a fight. One which he'd win, of course, considering how high on the spectrum he was and how skilled a fighte-
"Are you even listening?" He blinked, sat straighter, and attempted to comprehend the inquiry. Listening?
"What- Yes. Of course. Indeed, eight hundred percent attentioning you. Don't ever doubt that, I'm the most skilled in the art of having an attention span, not that I expect you to doubt me on such a trivial matter in the first place." A brow quirked, but Baudet squinted at Flinik in return, pursed his lips, and raised up an almost-accusing, ringed finger. "You're doubting me, you asshole."
[11:29:12 PM] Blooper: Kankri and kurloz
Following hand movements and attempting to make heads or tails of them was almost just as mind boggling as comprehending the fact that talking had to be kept to an absolute minimum. Kurloz was always a struggle in various ways, butcommunicatingwas the worst of all - His stitched grin didn't even falter when he slipped in no less than two instances of flipping Kankri off during one conversation. If it could even be called that.
In truth, it was Kankri staring at Kurloz's hands and attempting to attach a word to each movement, usually ending in him just rising from the ground they sat upon and commenting on the fact that it's always a pleasure, the language of bodily motion is fascinating, and was that Mituna calling he should probably get going nice speaking with you.
Though, on rare occasions, leaving wasn't an option. Kurloz would reach out, bode him back, even just tug on his sweater sometimes. Only to continue his finger based rambling at Kankri, leaving the Cancer awkwardly fighting down frustration and discomfort for another unbearable amount of time until Kurloz deemed him properly schoolfed for the evening.
It was on two occasions that he nearly threw his arms up and screamed that he didn't fucking get it, both of which ended in Kurloz finally seeming to catch on and wave him off only moments before that happened.
They'd been bantering back and forth for nearly an hour, Eridan barely able to get a word in edgewise. Immediately, Kankri was on his ass - For what, he was unsure, at least until he brought up things he'd done before death. Which were events both past and entirely off limits, especially to an outsider, leaving the seadweller a fuming, hissing mess, fins flaring and teeth bared, eyes narrowed.
Kankri had literally four seconds before he got his ass handed to him.
"You've an instance towards cussing so often whatever argument you vaguely attempt to propose becomes muffled in a slewed garble of unintellectual blasphemy that even I debate shielding my ears from-" A pause so brief he didn't even have time to take a breath, "Pointing out of obvious actions, insinuation of a lack of intellect, thoughts of ignoring a statement for the sake of self preserv-"
"I ain't listenin' to you. Actually, m'not even gonna admit that you exist in the first fuckin' place. There is an empty hole of space in this vicinity and you are anywhere but in it and I am enjoyin' myself so god damn much my entire body might just shred itself on the feelin's a blis-"
"Eridan! Don't talk about self mutilation so free-"
Would you mind doing an informal page of hope thing? That would be super awesome~
Page of Hope hm
I assume the Page is one who makes themselves out of their aspectWhich is a big deal for Hope because like Jake said it's literally making events transpire based on your willpower
So a Page of Hope, if they ever make it past the completely useless stage, is someone who will become whatever they [or others] want them to be
Pages as usual are pretty open ended so through Hope they become what others [or they themselves] want
