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Judgement!!
To celebrate getting some sprites for my boi (made by the talented @metzer ) let’s have a quick judgement! Reblog with 1 fantroll/fankid for him to be mildly annoyed by. Multiple reblogs is fine I need to develop him a bit more
A real romantic gesture for Seraph is when someone offers to feed him. Mouth to mouth. Just like mom used to do.
wAs AsKed to mAKe A retinAl scAnner for A client. But sPellchecK must hAve PlAyed it’s PArt becAuse it corrected it to rectAl. I hoPe they don’t mind the modificAtion.
“Ugh, disgusting, why do I even bother with you.”
becAuse I could blow your Pretty little heAd off your shoulders with A Push of A button.
“...”
Ok but Harpymom still occasionally brings lost and/or hiveless grubs to Seraph so he wouldn’t be so lonely. PAKs now has to open a place for wayward wrigglers
I had a harpy lusus with no troll
and an adopted troll with no lusus
when ur lusus is a void horror
posting this wip just to motivate myself to finish it
I’m Just The Messenger (Open)
(adopt by @/metzer)
There's not a moment where you doubt your existence is just a running joke for some higher power. Even as you stand beneath the vast stretch of sky, bathed in the lights of the towering noble architecture of the city, there's something wrong here. It's more then the feeling of being out of place. It's that lack of purpose that deems your self worth equivalent to the deeds you do and the work that is done in another's name. You're an entity that was given a second chance. Barely able to call yourself a troll let alone a being with free will. But it be like that sometimes.
You run on a mixture of purple blood that just fucks with your thinkpan. All this rage and unprovoked hostility has made it hard to focus. It makes it even harder to reestablish yourself into society and seem 'normal'. But were you ever normal? Having lost the identity you once held, remembering your new name is still a tricky act. Even as you venture out during the evening hours with a new task at hand you wonder what obstacles are going to come your way this time.
Taking a breather to catch yourself up on what your goal was tonight. Pick up some parts, deliver a message to a certain 'jade' on the other side of town and pick up some coffee on the way back. Easy, simple enough.
Noticing the odd looks and shifty gazes thrown your way. You aren't looking for a fight. Keeping your head low and your guard up, you near the first objective on your list. Pick up some gear from a seedy looking troll from the back of an even seedier looking scuttlebuggy.
