Judgement Time
Since I have yet to do a judgement with my boy here (made by Yanderefantrolls) I figured I give it a shot. Please reblog with one (1) fantroll, fankid, monster, thing, whatever, for Xander to judge! Multiple reblogs ok!
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Judgement Time
Since I have yet to do a judgement with my boy here (made by Yanderefantrolls) I figured I give it a shot. Please reblog with one (1) fantroll, fankid, monster, thing, whatever, for Xander to judge! Multiple reblogs ok!
If You Can Lead A Fish From Water...
It was called getting your ‘land legs back’ or so Xander recalled it from some show he had watched. Regardless of what it was or wasn’t called, the sensation of being back on land after spending so much time in the murky trench was a non to pleasant sensation. The seadweller gazed back at the ocean behind him, feeling the dozens of eyes baring down on him from his lusus. The massive mess of tendrils waiting in the waves just encase he wanted to turn back.
This wasn’t his first trip to the surface but every time he came up something bad happened. But after a few steps back on the shore there seemed to be nothing actively harassing him. Now he only had to look forward the long trek to the city. It’s many lights were far off in the distance. There was the possibility of calling for a ride but that ran the risk of being a wobbly disaster in front of more then a couple of trees. That was till he heard the not so quiet rustling of someone drawing closer.
@the-troll-brood
As a side note for Xander his little neck piece is actually a symbiotic little horrorterror that helps him see. Cute right?
(` ]≈≈≈> I̴ ̴s̸t̵a̵n̶d̷ ̵b̵y̸ ̷a̶l̶l̶ ̴j̶u̸d̵g̵m̴e̵n̸t̷s̴ ̴I̶ ̶h̴a̴v̸e̴ ̵m̸a̶d̵e̸.̵ ̵T̷h̸e̸r̷e̴ ̸i̴s̸ ̷n̷o̷ ̷s̴e̵n̷s̴e̷ ̸i̴n̴ ̵t̶r̶y̷i̷n̶g̴ ̵t̵o̶ ̶c̷h̸a̶n̵g̵e̶ ̷m̵y̶ ̴m̸i̴n̸d̵.̶ ̵A̸n̷d̷ ̷m̸a̸k̴i̷n̵g̸ ̶j̶o̴k̵e̷s̵ ̵a̷t̸ ̶m̵y̸ ̵e̵x̷p̶e̸n̵s̴e̶ ̶i̵s̷n̸'̶t̸ ̶h̵e̴l̷p̴f̸u̶l̶ ̴e̶i̴t̵h̸e̶r̸.̵ <≈≈≈[ ‘)
Hey Xander, I hope you've gotten over your hava, it seems to have caused you some trouble.
(` ]≈≈≈> I̴ ̸h̷a̵v̴e̴ ̷n̴o̷ ̴c̵l̴u̵e̷ ̶w̸h̸a̴t̵ ̵y̶o̸u̶'̸r̶e̴ ̶t̵r̵y̵i̵n̶g̵ ̴t̴o̸ ̴g̵e̷t̶ ̶a̶t̷ ̸h̸e̶r̵e̵.̸ ̷A̶n̶d̴ ̸I̷ ̴b̶e̴l̴i̸e̶v̴e̷ ̸I̴ ̶t̷o̶l̷d̵ ̴y̶o̸u̵ ̴t̷o̶ ̵s̸t̵a̶y̵ ̷v̷e̴r̸y̶ ̵f̸a̷r̶ ̸a̴w̷a̴y̸ ̷f̵r̴o̸m̵ ̶m̸e̴.̶ ̴I̷ ̴c̶a̷n̴'̴t̴ ̶m̴y̷s̴e̴l̶f̵ ̸c̷a̶t̶c̴h̴i̵n̸g̴ ̶w̶h̶a̸t̵e̵v̷e̴r̴ ̷c̵o̵n̷t̴a̴g̷i̴o̶n̶ ̶y̸o̴u̶ ̵m̶i̸g̸h̷t̷ ̶b̵e̸ ̸c̶a̴r̶r̸y̷i̴n̸g̴.̴ ̶A̶l̴s̷o̴,̴ ̶w̸h̸a̷t̴ ̸i̶s̴ ̵h̴a̴v̷a̴?̷ <≈≈≈[ ‘)
“̷I̷’̶v̸e̶ ̶b̶e̷e̴n̷ ̴r̵e̶c̷e̴i̴v̶i̷n̸g̸ ̸a̶ ̷m̸u̵l̷t̷i̷t̸u̸d̸e̴ ̶o̶f̶ ̵c̵o̷m̴m̴e̸n̵t̷s̶ ̷o̵n̶ ̷m̷y̵ ̵a̶p̸p̶e̶a̸r̸a̵n̷c̷e̸ ̶l̴a̴t̶e̵l̶y̴.̵ ̵C̷o̶n̵c̸e̵r̵n̸i̷n̸g̵ ̴w̵h̷e̶t̶h̴e̵r̴ ̴I̴ ̶d̷r̴e̶s̴s̶ ̴m̶y̶s̷e̷l̸f̷ ̴i̷n̵ ̷t̵h̸e̶ ̵d̶a̶r̵k̵.̷ ̶U̷h̷.̷ ̸Y̷e̶s̵?̴?̴?̴”̶
*softly chants ‘tentacles’ over and over*