#whatthefantroll

[sasster]

hey sonny, if you had to have your entire chest replaced robotically would you want them to give you nipples

"Troll nipples are vestigial. Take 'em away doc!"

[pyrotrolls]

⏮ I want 2 meet young baby sybbil...

- Works three jobs and is a full time college student in the fleet - Always tired, but the fear of being stuck in retail forever keeps him awake <3 - Has he ever brushed his hair? Ever? - Nervous tick is clawing the base of his horns till they bleed. thanks coyote-deer dad for that one. - "Hi welcome in! Is there anything i can help you find today? :)" - that three day old eyeliner pulling so much legwork here. - what does a teenager going through puberty have in common with a retail employee? "if you even look at me i will just fcking jump off a cliff" - "Hey do you think I'm hot enough to start an onlytrolls?" later one of his favorite professor's gave him plastic horn cuffs to stop his scratching tick, he upgraded to gold before he graduated from academy.

[uprising-trolls]

complex design commission for @whatthefantroll!

i had a ton of fun doing this, especially the little scales on the snakes...

[clown-fuckers-r-us]

🍻💃👻 for ethne....

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

“OH SHIT NOW THIS IS FUN. AIN’T FROM WHEN I WAS A KID BUT MY FRIENDS AND I USED TO PRANK THE SHIT OUTTA PEOPLE IN THE CARNIVAL. SNATCHING SHIT FROM GAMES, MOVING SHIT AROUND. MESSING WITHT HE HOUSE OF MIRRORS, IT WAS FUN AS SHIT”

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

“i UH... AM A DEMOLITIONS EXPERT.. AND I HAVE A COMPUTER IN MY HEAD. SO I CAN LITERALLY PLUG INTO COMPUTERS AND JUST OVERLOAD AND HACK SYSTEMS IF I WANT TO’‘

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

“..... DOCTORS.’‘

[8bit-mau5]

whatthefantroll replied to your post “hey who wants to help me out here im looking for a fairly popular...”

peter steele???

SEE I AM SO FUCKIN BAD WITH NAMES. THANK YOU FOR MY LIFE I THOUGHT I JUST FUCKIN IMAGINED THIS DUDE OR SMTH 

[mech-chow]

many sweeps ago for adison!

Adison carefully closed the door behind him as he left Shrivo’s part of the hive. He was careful not to make a sound. The door made a soft click. His shoulders slumped down and he sighed softly. Adi made his way through the large empty halls of his shared hive. He avoided looking into the mirrors on the walls, or looking at any of the pictures of his younger self with his caretaker and Nutmeg. The hall was painted white, the ceiling was high, the doors were all shut. At the end of the hall was an open door, however, leading to the portion of the hive that belonged to Nutmeg. 

Nutmeg was seated on her couch. Her side of the hive was so relaxing, everything was a soft pink. Little potted flowers were scattered around. Even the light from the television was soft, dulled by the light peaking in from the windows. She turned her head towards the door as Adison silently wandered in. 

“Was it bad this time?” Her voice was sweet, sugary. She inched over to make room for Adison on the couch, and gently patted the spot next to her. 

He nodded as a response. He didn’t necessarily want to talk about it. He first sat next to her, then leaned over so his head rested on in her lap. She gently set her hand on his head. The soft sounds of Troll Bob Ross playing on the television helped him relax. It lulled him to sleep, for the time being. 

He was rather rudely woken up by being lifted. But only a little. He was lifted enough so Nutmeg could get up, and Shrivo could take her place. Adison was an expert at pretending to be asleep. His fin twitched once, but his eyes stayed closed. He counted his breathing to distract himself from the overwhelming smell of Shrivo. In, two three four.....out, two three four.......in, two three four.....out, two- 

Adison’s eyes snapped open when Shrivo started to toy with his hair. 

“You need a haircut.” Shrivo’s voice was soft. It wasn’t unusual for him to be yelling one moment, then be as soft as a mouse the next. That didn’t make it any less jarring. 

“I like my hair.” Adison traced the lace in Shrivo’s shirt with his eyes. He refused to look up or move, not just yet. Despite the fact that he had just been scolded for something he couldn’t remember, Adison was not going to give up his hair. He expected another argument, or Shrivo refusing to allow him. He expected something along the lines of ‘you don’t really know what you want.’ 

“Okay, that’s fine.” For some reason, that wasn’t any better. 

Adison finally sat up. He fixed his suspenders, then stood up. Shrivo didn’t stop him as he left Nutmeg’s portion of the hive. He went straight to his own block. Instinctually, he tried to lock the door. But the lock had been broken for a while, because Shrivo didn’t trust him to lock his door. With a feeling of defeat and discomfort, Adison decided to bundle himself up in the blankets he had lying around. It was hard to be upset for too long when you had blankets, after all. 

[miaplacidusocs]

🗣 massiv and uuuuuh meme

[Several sweeps ago]

I just wanted you to know that I don’t need you anymore.

Alneme squinted at the screen. They didn’t have to recognize the tag to know who was messaging them. It had been sweeps, but apparently Suroce still thought about them.

Cool. Fuck off & leave me to my own life then.

Why did she want to talk to them now? Just to gloat that she’d found a replacement for them?

Shit, had she found a replacement for them?

You were never really my desc-endant, you know. Just a c-onvenient wriggler I c-ould pretend was mine.

I thought you should know that. Sinc-e I have a real desc-endant now.

Well, shit.

Good to know you’re continuing your tradition of stealing wrigglers from their nests.

You’re making a lot of assumptions, aren’t you?

You taught me to look for the patterns in data. 

One oc-c-urrenc-e isn’t a pattern.

But you’ve wrigglernapped plenty of other trolls before. 

I suppose you’re right there.

So, is there anything you think I should know about this new descendant of yours?

I designed them myself. I’m awfully proud of my handiwork there, to be honest. 

Designed?

I built them, Alneme. 

Ok, what the fuck does that mean? Like, how?

I was provided with a metic-ulously preserved c-arc-ass, grac-iously donated by one of my c-oworkers, and suc-c-eeded in reanimating it.

Alneme couldn’t help but snicker a bit as they typed out their reply.

So your new descendant is a zombie.

Not an ac-c-urate desc-ription at all. More like a Troll Frankenstein? But better. It’s more intelligent, and it’s learning fast. And it looks just like a regular troll, if you dress it right.

Do they have a name?

I’m honestly not sure what to name it. Something like Mirac-le would be too c-lownish. But I want it to be a name that reflec-ts how spec-ial it is.

Why not use your old alias Demesn? 

Not a bad idea, ac-tually.

Thanks. Let me know when they start using Trollian, I wouldn’t mind helping teach them shit sometimes.

Oh, you’re funny. 

?

I learned my lesson with you, haha. I don’t think I’ll give them ac-c-ess to a keyboard for quite a while.

Alneme bit their lip. So it was just about as bad as they’d feared. Suroce - or whatever alias she was going by now - was still experimenting, still stealing younger trolls so she could attempt to raise them as her perfect little descendants. They wondered if they’d even been her first attempt, now. They’d always assumed so, but maybe there had been others before. Of course, they would’ve been failures, and Suroce would never have wanted to tell Alneme about them.

Well fuck you then.

Sorry, you’re not my type.

Wouldn’t want to be a scienterrorist like you anyway, lol.

Alneme closed the chat window. Their finger hovered over the block button for a bit, but they frowned, shook their head, and just tabbed out of Trollian instead. They’d gotten some useful information out of her, after all. Maybe she’d slip up again and they could potentially even establish a connection with Demesn (or whatever she ended up naming that poor troll).

They’d just have to be patient.

And that, Suroce had taught them well.

[brinytrolls]

⚡️ Faldur whats the worst you've ever been injured? Did it leave any lasting scars, physical or otherwise?

“GOT IN A FFIGHT WITH A HIGHBLOOD ON THE STREET, AND THE ASSHOLE FFUCKED UP ALL OFF MY GILLS ON ONE SIDE. THEY STILL DON’T FFUCKING WORK RIGHT. ALMOST BLED OUT ON THE STREET AND COULDN’T FFUCKING BREATHE.

HE OBVIOUSLY DIDN’T KNOW THE LAW THAT YOU CAN’T FFUCK WITH FFINS OR GILLS. IT’S BASICALLY A DEATH SENTENCE. IFF I EVER SEE HIM AGAIN I’LL RIP HIS FFUCKING THROAT OUT.”

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY