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[sasster]

Thats lovely <3 What are some of the other moments?

"The Reverend took his last breath on a rainy evening."

[mik-mania]

@byrdstrolls and i did an adoptables collab! he designed the trolls and i colored them :3

adoptable links are below the cut

bunny

hound

fox

deer

badger

boar

squirrel

raccoon

skunk

bear

[astrumocs]

reshaper, are you going to the ball this sweep?

"But of course, Uccello, there's never a twelfth perigee that I don't intend to grace with my presence. For my amusement, however, I intend to wear the appearance of another, so I can't say more."

"Spoilers, you know how it is."

[ase-trollplays]

we dont eat a lot of spiders where I'm from :0, what do they taste like? How do you prepare them

Vvv Spiders're great. Now the taste depends on the kinda spider yer eatin'. Real big ones like tarantulas are real juicy an' meaty, but all the li'l hairs is real annoyin' ta eat an' make my mouth feel itchy and stuff. vvV

Vvv The thin one are like eatin' one a them squishy candies with juice in the middle, 'cept instead a bein' squishy it's kinda crunchy. Well, the real spindly ones with the itty bitty bodies ain't that good. 'S like eatin' hair with a knot in it. vvV

Vvv Ya gotta be real careful which ones ya eat, though, cuz some're filled with poison an' you'll get real sick if ya eat 'em. Some a them got so much poison you could die. Dan showed me the ones not ta eat. vvV

Vvv An' I don't do nothin' ta prepare 'em. I like ta eat 'em live. Maybe I can ask Thiomi'r Dan ta cook one fer me an' see if that tastes better. vvV

[12thperigeeball]

And last but not least, the winners of our Ball Writing Contest!

"Well The Weather Outside is Frightful"

"Is This the Part Where we Switch Partners?"

@rebatrolls | @byrdstrolls

[memurfevur-archive]

just some rays being rays

Rayqua is on the left. Absess is on the right and belongs to @byrdstrolls :)

[fantrollology]

Memory for fledge?

Fledge laid on her stomach in the middle of the field outside her hive. Her lusus curled in the grass beside her, and Fledge’s little fingers scratched between the beasts twitching ears. In front of her, a composition notebook's spine was cracked open to the latest page in her story. Her feet jostled behind her. She chewed on a pen cap. She had to name the ship.

Captain Ovisca's research mission was once again interrupted; this time, by a band of space pirates. They were here to steal the captain's supplies, because they couldn't find a planet with any, and they decided to steal from the captain's ship because research vehicles seemed easier to steal from. Of course, they didn't know who they were messing with. They are rude and demanding. They are brute and uncaring. They want to take everything Captain Ovisca has, even her research, just to spite her. What ship could house such a merciless bunch?

She bit into the pencap.

The Sunbeam! A perfect name for a villain's vessel, hot and fast and dangerous and quick to kill. And then, the crew would be Jades, since they could withstand sunlight. Fledge thought herself quite clever as she filled the next page and a half with the ink describing the pirates, and, of course, the ship. She pulled from books and wikipedia pages to describe its mechanics in detail.

The vessel shot out connectors to catch the outer hull of Ovisca's explorer without breaching its airlock. It then yanked the little ship towards its opening maw, which latched over the ships main door like a leech on skin. They used overrides to unlock the ships doors from the inside and pried it open, against the grip of the emergency failsafe. Ovisca stood around the corner, quietly, ready, as several of the jades jumped through the door and landed - Thunk - against the floor of the lock.

Ovisca waited around the corner for them to proceed.

She would restrain one quickly, a knife to their throat.

“Who are you? What do you want with this ship?” she would demand. She hoped the pirate captain would not notice how her hands shook.

The haughty pirate captain would laugh and throw her head back. “I am--”

Ugh.

“I am--”

Agh! Names were always so hard. Troll names were even harder than ships. She cocked her head to the side and propped it on her free hand. The other moved quickly back to feeding her the pencap. The soft red light of a transmission station tower beat in the distance over the hill. She closed her eyes and let the hum of it blend into the tracing of grass across her arms, the wind through her hair. She lost her train of thought.

That’s alright. She opened her eyes and bracketed the name. [Name]. That’s what the writing guides she found online suggested; if you couldn’t think of a word, a name, a number, or even a sentence, bracket it and come back to it later when you have the mind for it, so as not to interrupt your flow. She would find something eventually.

Captain Ovisca would pilot her explorer and toss the tethered vessel towards a black hole; they would be forced to evacuate. One of the crew would realize their flaws, and be inspired by how smart and determined Captain Ovisca was. That jade would come back later; Captain Ovisca would find her ditched by her crew on the comet that she would land on to repair her hull in the next chapter. They would bond over the repairs, and the jadeblood would have some knowledge to help Ovisca move forward with her research, moving her one step closer to discovering the secret at the center of this galaxy.

Of course, the captain didn't know this. For now she would continue to be alone, and continue her research. She would not return to the mother starship, not without answers. She would persist despite the damages to her ship, despite her new understanding of dangers beyond the natural, beyond what her books taught her. Because, even if she was alone, and space is dangerous, it was also inspiring and mystifying and wondrous and beautiful and [beautiful] and [beautiful].

[knavestrolls]

The serotonin is stored in the Hikaru. Hikaru belongs to @byrdstrolls