#videndumsprint

[triptripletrolls]

Bloop this concering jade here uwu Just a quick sketch!

@videndumsprint

[pernicious-trolls]

(( "E" for Teerie, and if you want, another fantroll of your choosing! :D ))

Teerie:

1. Teerie's internal personality is only portrayed when they are around food. Or like... other trolls. Other trolls count as food too in certain situations right?

2. They are a total normie outside of their lawnring. Inside if their lawnring they are feral. Smart, but feral.

3. Are you kidding? What even are the trends on Alternia. They know not of which you speak.

4. They are like... mildly aware of them. And they dont give two behemoth leavings about internet trends.

5. A bit of a toughie this one is. Since they've only showed one troll their personality. Okay no, none of it's intentional lololol.

Chiron(cuz ya love em):

1. The way chiron does things definitely shows that she puts a lot of care into whatever it is she is making. It seems like she cares a bit less about her appearance but I can personally tell you that she put that look together after a lot of careful deliberation.

2. Chiron is all about conformity. One step out of line could ruin everything if you're too reckless. Which is why she's so attracted to reckless personalities *wonk

3. Does her own thing most of the time since she has a very strict internal idea about what should be done with her time and what she should focus on.

4. No.

5. Chiron likes to think she is very good at keeping her composure. But like, likeing cars isn't a personality trait dodo.

[the-lime-gang]

(( 🔥 - Errina, and if you want, another fantroll of your choosing? :D ))

🔥 In a fire, they can only save three things (including people). Who/what do they save?

“no- nono- I can’t choose between my quads.”

“...I know Lailex and... Rad n Ark can get out on their own, Kitty too...”

“...I’d save Zanrie, my journals, and... my lusus. As much as... she messed up.”

[skytrolls]

hi i drew @videndumsprint ‘s Sidene as a warm up okay bye

[brinytrolls]

(Does Faldur enjoy sweet, sour, or spicy stuff? :D)

“SWEET, I GUESS. SINCE MOVING IN WITH MEL I EAT ENOUGH OFF THE FFUCKING STUFFFF.

…I’LL PASS ON THE OTHERS. I’M TERRIBLE WITH SPICY FFOOD.” 

[triptripletrolls]

[Draw Your Friend’s OC]

It’s that meme! I’m not really the type to sit around and wait for ppl to send me stuff to do something like this meme was intended to be, so, I just went ahead and doodle some buds and QTs!! I hope you guys don’t mind. 

I added a bit more boxes to fit my fancy and easy doodles on my ipad. Aaaallsoo, I guess this could be in the spirit of the Fantroll Bingo. I kinda suck at bingo, as you can see. 

Characters: Deimos Somnus @galacticaphelion ; Staff Sergeant Vibich Richtr @palztrolls ;  Veekoh Sauofe @croptoptrolls Quajea Berteo @smashtrolls ; Gwenna Bunnie @lagomorpha-trolls ; Fiozir Akermo @ruanib Bilyes ‘Grey’ Greson @emptytrolls ; Thaumo. @acrasialtrolls ;  Elidae Bonbon @trollioscereal ;  Arndan Tengei @@simplyfantrolls ; Poxxit Cennep @videndumsprint ; Tethys Kikker @peachymisery Elswor Toohey @trollsalt ;  Novem Baleen @creative-classpect ; Thedis Elytra @maid-of-time-classpects

[the-lime-gang]

Simply A Worker

[ @videndumsprint ] | Based off of x and x

It was really another day of work at the restaurant, serving the snobbiest of highs, and hearing it from the crankiest of your co-workers. However, it still didn’t put you out of your normal happy-go-lucky mood. Nothing ever seemed to do it, and you we’re really happy about your tendency to avoid any conflict that would. On Alternia, it was easy to find things to ruin your day.

     As lunch break rolled around, Contra let out a soft sigh, laughing to themselves as they made their way to the back, looking forward to the lunch that would be provided to them, courtesy of the boss. They weave through the workers that were getting off of break, and push open the door to the break room, pulling out their notepad and pen, looking down to make sure it was closed and-- BAM!

     Contra lands square on their butt, cards in their pocket (that were meant for later) scattered on the floor now, and look up to see who they ran into, ready to apologize but go silent, the words stuck in their throat. It was Ryuire, their boss. Oh god. Normally, they would’ve rushed to get those cards right back up so a coworker wouldn’t discover what they were and who they were for, but this was the troll those cards were meant for, and Contra couldn’t move a muscle even if their life depended on it.

[the-lime-gang]

…The pair found themselves resting on the pillow pile once again, just enjoying each other’s presence. With Errina laying on top of him, Zanrie took the opportunity to ease his hands underneath her shirt, and slowly lift them until her top was up and over her head. As they returned to their embrace, Zanrie lazily lifted his head enough to peer over the arch of the other’s back, just now noticing a mark that he hadn’t seen before. He slowly traced it before speaking. "...Errina, what is this?"

Before I answer this, the mark in reference is this;

tramp stamp bitches

Errina was already comfortable enough as it was, head resting in the crook of the other’s neck. She hummed softly when she felt the other’s hands slip under her shirt, and travel up at an achingly slow pace. As they moved, Errina shuddered, not used to feeling hands anywhere near there. She sat up just a little when it needed to be tugged over her head, before resting back down and tucking back into her mate’s neck. 

          She felt him shift but thought nothing of it. That is.. until he asked a question.

“…Errina, what is this?”

She felt what he had traced, and melted just a little at the touch, tucking her face further into Zanrie’s neck, feeling her cheeks warm. That mark hadn’t been touched in a very, very long time. What is was, however, was a much more complicated story that Errina didn’t plan on sharing yet, even with Zanrie. 

          “…A tramp stamp,” She murmured, lifting her head just enough to catch Zanrie’s expression. “..er, well… kinda. It was burned on there.. with a brander…” She hesitates a little before continuing. “…I don’ exactly respond well to ink the locals use.” A lie, but it wasn’t obvious at all, the local tattooist was quite sketchy anyways…