#veekoh

[trollioscereal]

@croptoptrolls‘s beautfiul veekoh ; U ; <333

[sleepytrolls]

💕 for team spirit

Pale moonlight peers through the crack in the curtains, beaming in and lightening anything it hits. You should leave. Get up and go before she woke up. Attachments like this were bad. It put not only you but her at risk. But, the moon hit her face just right and you stayed right where you were with her asleep in your arms. You didn’t want to go just yet, just a little bit longer. This..was nice. Even if she felt far she was warm in your grasp and that was something you would take. It didn’t surprise you when she started to stir, people sometimes awoke around the same time like this. Even when she was tired she was beautiful, something stolen right out of a picture. With her eyes soft and her smile warm. If you could feel anything you might have felt something just for that smile. Even if you couldn’t tell her good morning, you could let her know in other ways. Despite it feeling distant, the taste of strawberries played on your tongue while you kissed her.

[cirquedutrolleil]

Yet another Veekoh! @tiptoeingtrolls won’t accept that she’s the best for whatever reason

I made a NSFW version too, but honestly I like this version better.

[sleepytrolls]

@croptoptrolls

Smeared,seared, scorching in your veins. Your own heart had it’s rhythm   and you were riding the beat in waves. The rubber of the bar below your finger tips as your hands tightened and relaxed could have bent had you had your will. The copper sweet lingered on your tongue from biting it too hard, you couldn’t get enough. It had been a small hit. Sweet to the teeth but too short to last. Your lungs felt like fire and if you could scream you would. The lights were blurred in your eyes,your head would only let you focus on one thing at a time. Right now that was the white lines keeping you from freeing yourself of these concrete roads.What if you went off of them? Onto the sidewalk? Would you hit someone and throw yourself off? It sent a shiver through you. You were just dying to try it.

Where were you going again.

A small voice picked and poked and stirred the colors. Oh right. That party you had been invited to. It was an electric place to be, good for runs like this. With it being this late, everyone was likely too drunk to realize that you were this banged up. Good. It wasn’t a good conversation starter in places like that. Too many docile trolls. 

A heated spine came  of that thought, soft trolls good to sink your fingers into. Your tongue ran over your teeth. The hyper awareness this all brought you let you lean into any open spaces the cars around you let you have. So what if one hit you? Did it matter? Not right now. Right now you wanted vibration and touch and rush and blood. 

And you would get that

The worlds shifted as you finally came to a stop at the place. The music crept out from the house, loud enough to mix and mingle with your own beat and shoot another wave of manic through your veins.Your moirail always told you things like this would kill you. He was probably right. Killing your crotch rocket, you pulled the key from the bike. The jacket was the first thing to come off, it was soaked in indigo right now and while you had to admit, it was a good color on you. It was part of the vibe tonight. Indigo, blue, tyrain and red. So many colors to stir your stomach.  While the jacket was easy to take off it took you a moment to move your fingers into the soft feathers of the mask. 

It was part of you.

It whispered not to leave, you knew better though. You wanted more where it wouldn’t allow it. Immediate gratification meant more than a little bit of comfort. It laughed and you frowned. Pulling the feathered friend away you took a moment to look at them, glittering red eyes staring back at your own. It was you and you were it. 

Placing it into the jacket you wrapped it up. You would clean them once you were back hive. Kicking the stand of your bike down, you unlocked the compartment under your seat. and stood up opening it to place your things inside. The ground felt like a wave under you, and you couldn’t help but sway, sway to the beat, sway to the wind, sway to the world. You locked the compartment and put the key in your shorts pocket. It took a minute for you to think about what to do next, but you settled on fixing your hair and going inside. You could go for a beer. 

[sadstucksatan]

Veekoh to Cicero "You said the cutest thing in your sleep last night~"

Cicero was still faking sleep when Veekoh leaned over and whispered such sweet words in his ear. He’s not sure how the fuck she knows he’s awake but it’s pretty clear he’s a jade blood from the full-faced flush he’s sporting.

“Cute? Me? You’re fucking kidding, right?” He mumbles in a tired, cranky manner.

But he’s flattered too, not that SHE needs to know. Well. Maybe.

“You’reprettycuteallthetimesowhatever.” His mumbled reply is probably heard, which means it’s time to fuck OFF out of the spoor and get to the shower or something. ANYTHING to avoid any more conversation about cuteness. Or him. Or her. Or–fuck!

[candycryptids]

OH NO THAT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO SEND AND THAT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE OFF ANON