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ok cuz i said i would. if these characters were gods what would b their domains??? im gonna try and do ones i think would not be super obvious
demuye soleah weasel reid styx
oh and aelium :) for me
sports teams
knowledge
also knowledge but to the left
weird thirteen year olds at the cusp of learning themselves
war
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aelium god of the wayward souls
Idk why but I want 🗣 for Ailzea and Styx...
Strange pair!
Google docs that I will be formatting when I get home from work
Send me a (🗣️) + two muses on my blog, and I’ll make them have a conversation whether they know each other or not!
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"They found their way to me, but I am unequipped to give them the sort of accommodation that they require."
There was no real emotion that Styx could detect in the priest's voice. If he had any tells, then they were not ones that the anon could detect through verbal interaction. The troll in question was a fresh water dweller, new to the House of Restoration's congregation. That alone was not their problem, however. It was the pale, yellow blood coursing through their veins that made up the bulk of their problems, many of which health related.
"Without empire sanctioned assistance, that is. I am told your organization is no stranger to tending to trolls with such difficult lives."
The priest breaks the eye contact that Styx was depending on to measure how much of his words he could trust, to stare out the window into the rain that cascaded against the window sill. He got the faintest sense that the Father would much rather be sitting out there in it.
"We can take them off of your hands, yes."
"Very good." Ailzea does not tear his gaze off of the downpour outside. "Will you be alright?"
Styx tilts his head, momentarily breaking character to let a confused expression cross his features. Not that Ailzea would look away from the storm that broke in the middle of the two of them judging each others trustworthiness long enough to notice.
"With your friend? Of course."
Finally, the priest looks back at him, making direct eye contact where most trolls did not. Though his expression was unreadable, Styx found himself satisfied that his intentions were pure.
"No, I was not worried about your ability to perform, the grapevine tells me there is very little to worry about in that regard." His attention drifts back to the window as a crack of thunder fills the room. "You appear to be made of metal."
His statement of the obvious catches Styx off guard. He is, indeed, made of metal. He also lets his gaze drift to the window. The rain was coming down hard enough that if someone told him the sky was falling, it would be a believable statement.
"Right."
"You are welcome to stay as long as you need."
"That is kind of you," usually a notion like this would make him uncomfortable, but this didn't feel like a set up. "But I should be okay–"
"No one will bother you if you stay up here. The ones who saw you enter will forget that they did." The air he speaks with has a finality to it. There was not much room for argument. "And I imagine that you would like to meet your new charge as well."
It is strange to know that this man runs in the circles that he does with his demeanor, though Styx figures at point that such a work arrangement was not by choice. He didn't know what he was expecting when he was told the Restorer requested his audience. But it wasn't this.
"Typically the first meeting does not get to be so calm." He finally admits.
"A much deserved respite for the two of you, then." Styx nods his head and Ailzea stands, making his way towards the door. "I will send them in, then."
chase hai.. hai.. for your muse of choice- do they have any guilty pleasures they indulge in? Do others know of it or is it a big ol secret?
Dad has the cutest stuffed frog that he keeps in his bed. And yes he snuggles with it.
Secretly, he loves it when people bring him frog themed knickknacks, the old frog.
🗣 Styx and Papili!!!!!! Gimmie that leap frog content
Send me a (🗣️) + two muses on my blog, and I'll make them have a conversation whether they know each other or not!
It's a little late for Fathers Day content! 😶
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A soft light danced across the room and over Styx’s face as the sunset and its influence battled the blackout curtain for dominance, not enough to blind him, just enough to make him envy the jade bloods that could experience it’s warmth unmuddled.
He did not remember falling asleep, actually, the moons were high in the sky when he settled in with his work that he estimated would.. Probably take him the next two days to complete. Yeah, it was going to be into the morning and the next night kind of day, or so he thought.
Papili.
He gave a sideways glance at the cup of tea she’d brought him, apropos of nothing, the evening before. It was still half full. She must have dosed it something awful for it to have such an effect. Who taught her to be so sneaky?
Styx groaned as he pulled himself up out of the chair, his body feeling heavier than it usually did as he did. “Pap, I’m not mad, I just wanna talk about it.”
As he spoke, he tried to clear the grogginess from his throat, though it was terribly obvious he could sleep another full twenty-four hours to anyone that heard him. His footfall thumped heavily against the wood floors as he lumbered his way from the front room toward the respiteblocks, if he wasn’t so sure of the craftsmanship he probably would think he’d go through the floor at this rate.
“Dad! I’m in here!!” Came the far too chipper for this early in the evening call, from his own respiteblock no less.
Upon entering the room he was, honestly, not surprised to find his daughter all cozied up between, by his estimation, a million stuffed animals. Gods, they looked so comfortable. “Saved you a spot!!” As she spoke, she shoved a good chunk of her cuddly companions to the floor. “They were keeping it nice and warm so you don’t freeze your circuits off.” She then pats the spot a few times
“I have far too much work to do, Tadpole”
“No you don’t!”
“Pap I -- ”
“Handed it all over to Ada and Caenos via text last night? Yeah, I know! We were all shocked you decided to give yourself the day off.” Papili held his phone in her hand and waved it around with a giggle for good measure. Of course she did, and of course she’d roped those two into her little plan. “The most pressing thing for you here and now is which of these seriously cute frog plushies will be your cuddle partner! Or do you prefer butterflies?”
“Ah. Sneaky, clever girl.”
“I think of everything!”
Once again she pats the spot next to her. Knowing full well she passed off his workload to the two most stubborn trolls in his network, he supposed he was left with no choice. He let himself fall into the bed, causing her to bounce a little.
“I might have used too much sleep aid.” She said with mock concern, a huge grin on her face.
“Y’think so?” He mumbled back, wrapping an arm around her to pull her into a hug. Turns out he did prefer a butterfly.
perstyx cage match 👊
The fun thing about Perseps voodoos, which he uses in cases of fighting trolls that are in his caste or higher, is that he can only use them if he'd made direct eye contact with the person.
Certain.. Augments are a good way of uh negating that.
That is to say.
Persep would hit the ground before he even realized his voodos weren't working.
6am? post a new troll!
Styx was desgined by and adopted from @8bit-mau5.
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Your name is Onitem Enegii, and if anyone ever calls you by it they better be prepared to never see the light of the moons again. Oh, that was a threat. Let's start over then!
Your name is Styx, yeah like the River, and you are a very intimidating man. There is just something about you that commands the attention of the room when you enter it. This is not always a plus, as you happen to be a very guarded man and would much prefer to not have anyone looking at you or in your general direction ever. My, and what secrets do you hide, Styx?
Well I’m here to tell them!
You do not talk about your, subjectively, brief stint in the imperial fleet, but by god did those 10 sweeps sure happen and boy were you not impressed! Doesn’t mean that you didn’t take away a few tricks and tech from the experience. You sly dog, you. They did owe you for your time you felt.
Most of your time is spent training up new ensigns of the considerably anti-establishment faction of trolls you work with, and giving them work details. It is actually a very delicate process where your partner, ████████, finds and recruits trolls with useful talents and gives their names to you, then you spend an UNGODLY amount of time surveilling them to make sure nothing hinky is going on -- Can’t have any bootlickers around -- and Yoink! You take them at dawn. The element of surprise is and always has been your best friend. From there, they start a promising new career as… Whatever the hell they wanna call it.
As previously mentioned, you are a very guarded troll, now this may relate back to your being a career criminal, but the truth of the matter is that you’ve always been this way. Hatched with the resting bitch face you see. You’ve always struggled to connect with other trolls, especially ones of your caste which we will not be talking about, and their ambitions and goals. An ex of yours once told you that you lacked empathy, to which you replied “don’t all trolls?” They were not a fan of your jokes. Actually a lot of your jokes, of which you have many, have a tendency to fall flat. As you tend to deliver them with a sort of straightlaced, deadpan face. You like to think that you are very funny regardless and continue to tell your grim jokes.
Many sweeps ago you found yourself an abandoned…grub, yeah we’ll call him that, and you felt you had no choice but to take him in as your own. Now that Nyx, yep that’s what you named him, is all grown up you can’t help but be filled with pride, and a little bit of anxiety, that he actually does take after you in every aspect of the notion. It feels like just yesterday you were calling him your little Tadpole as he caused mayem around your hive.
Why do they have to grow up so fast? Quick, turn away so no one see you wipe away a manly tear.
In short, you are very typical for a troll of your nature, but still others have a hard time finding out what you’re really thinking and you prefer it that way.
being so old does sux have a descendant? if so is he aware of them or care at all? ( sorry if this has already been asked/something similar)
He does have a descendant!
In fact! They were posted some time ago.
But like. Without obviously being like Hey This is Styxs descendant.
‘Cause I wanted to see who would notice :3c
Myers Briggs for thread and also disney villain for styx
ENFJ-A for Thread!
styx fucking got
scar feoalkfjea
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