Apr 30, 2018
two trolls from an au i’m plotting with @tiredcapries because how else do we destroy the empress with true love
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two trolls from an au i’m plotting with @tiredcapries because how else do we destroy the empress with true love
ignore how nasty the sketches are
Im not even going to hide its me, but 🗝 bereil
Your typical expression of gentle mirth fades and mutates into one of muted panic, your fins sinking slightly beneath the weight of your worries, the ones you’ve covered for sweeps through muted cries of help through memes to hundreds of trolls and aliens alike, coming to the surface.
“I…”
You look down at your hands, clenching them into tight fists.
“I have a fear of being abandoned.”
You say this quietly, speaking more to yourself than to fill the ears of anyone in particular. Coming to terms with something like this so quickly was not something you were particularly ready for.
“It’s not a silly fear, like ‘oh, i’m afraid of people just going away because they think I smell funny, or because I made a bad joke.’, no. It’s... beyond that.”
Your lip curls and you heave out a heavy breath, hugging yourself loosely and trying to hide away beneath the comforting folds of your sweatshirt.
“I have a completely based fear that if I....were facing death, a quadrant would leave me, in order to preserve themselves.”
You blink back tears. You don’t want to talk about this anymore. But you have to.
“And Idriss, I....”
Your fins droop, clenching and unclenching your fists with a strained sniffle. All of your tactics to keep yourself from crying are failing.
“He’s a really nice troll, one of the nicest trolls I’ve ever met, but I...”
You feel the hot sting of tears on your freckled cheeks, and it makes you flinch.
“I don’t want him to abandon me too.”
👍👌🎊 ... 💞 (you know I had too)
👍 You’re doing great! Keep it up!
👌 Your character portrayal is amazing.
🎊 I’m happy to have met you.
DAMN YOU TOO THO LOL my goal is to have your level of creative output tbqh and anybody not following your blog is missing out on quality storytelling
💞 Do our muses have the potential to become romantic interests?
Luke definitely has the potential to be romantic with anybody but to claim him as a romantic interest could be to subject yourself to a whirlwind of disappointment and conflict if you aren’t careful
He also isn’t looking for anything long-term (or even much longer than a one night stand as far as romantic endeavours go) since he feels like entangling himself in Alternian relationships is asking for more trouble
I’m also not fun to ship with in general
But they definitely have the potential to have a complicated and interesting relationship
"Well..."
She looks up at Daimen, her hands gently drifting over his face. Staring at the swollen eye he now had. tha man who had been so kind to her.. Her charge... her Friend....was now hurt... and to add insult to injury... she had failed... even though it was just a little. she was a Guard. It was her job to protect... and now here he was, bruised and with a nasty looking black eye.
“M-Mr. Daimen...”
My Tumblr Crushes:
vlasseblaster
vindictivevicium
croptoptrolls
goddesstrolls
tiredcapries
reverietrolls
hc-ic
viridiansunlight
irontrolls
Idriss... wink
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗(wanting to have sex with them)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)
All in all, you really don’t want to fuck this up. He’s just.... he’s perfect.
Speak to me Idriss and Ly ; ) And you know I gotta ask for Alastair and Amphii too
The wounded troll looks up at Idriss gasping softly as he's gently rested on the ground. He hates this...he hates only being able to watch as his father steps closer to Idriss and himself. Images flash through his mind. Broken memories of his father beating down upon him, beating him into the earth. He didn't want that to happen... To Idriss of all trolls... He purposefully tried to keep his mind from the fact that...Idriss was doing this in the first place...he was protecting him, an act that virtually no one had ever done for Lys before.
He smiled weakly... feeling his breath getting harder and harder to give. his head... He couldnt feel it anymore... speaking of, he couldnt feel his legs either. they felt, cold, and numb.
wait...
why was he on the ground?
where was he?
he opened his mouth slightly- only to have blood pour messily from his mouth as he spoke a bit through his teeth. “Hey...s-snug....bug.,, what’re you doin here- hehe...oops...looks like i..i fell...huh...”
he saw tears dripping down idriss’s cheeks- and falling onto his own. though he couldnt make out his moirails words. he simply chuckled. “ heheh... idriss...youre...fuckin amazing.... im proud of ya....i......I cant...feel...” his eyes rolled as his breath fluttered in his throat. each one getting smaller...and smaller than the last...