The Mind's Eye

{18+ Indie RP blog for my fantrolls.}

[themindseyetrolls]

yo you still alive ?!

((i think its fair to say no by this point ^^; ))

[2manyfantrolls]

i havent been around here much at all but whatever, reblog with one troll and get judged by the teeth fanatic atamey

[themindseyetrolls]

“Ummm...”

“...I like your auricular cartilage decoration~” He points to the fang earring.

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((couldn’t help throwing varmah out there. if its teeth your troll likes, they’ll get my toothiest boi~ XD))

[monarchofmurder]

[themindseyetrolls]

Pulsing Red

[themindseyetrolls]

trollsofthezodiac‌:

All you can do is watch him while sparing glances to the sea bitch as he goes nuts trying to find you in the other side of the place. Good. The less he looked over here, the better. Though if the guy giving you cover and doing what was possible to hide you from view was surprising, you sure as fuck were not expecting him to grab hold of your hand and begin to pull you along after the ‘get up’ gesture.

Confused but still not willing to run the risk of being caught, you follow. 

The luck that had been graced upon your head lasts only as far as halfway to the front door. There’s an enraged snarl that rises even over the already loud music and it makes your blood run cold. A quick glance over your shoulder and– Fuck, yep, he’s spotted you!

Shit.

There goes trying to be non-confrontational.

You groan in frustration before grabbing the smaller troll by the waist, and promptly hoisting him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You then make a spectacle of yourself by shoving past everybody (probably stepped on a few trolls’ feet along the way) before darting out the main door.

Now you were getting pissed.

You’re tired, and you really just wanted to have a good time before flopping into your recupracoon back home before the sun came up again. Hell, maybe you would’ve actually gotten to meet this troll slung over your shoulder properly instead of...this!

And why? Because some jacked up shitheel of a fish fucker decided the little guy had to be culled. Fuck this.

Once you feel you’ve gotten a decent distance away from the building, you throw the other troll onto the ground as you feel a growl building up in your throat. You turn, facing the seafuck charging at you with red in his eyes...and throw the glowstick at his face with deadly accuracy.

It explodes upon impact with the idiot’s face, spraying acidic chemicals all over his eyes. He stops for a second in surprise, before grabbing his face and shrieking in pain. He throws a few colorful insults your way, but the guy’s already ruined your night so you pay no mind to them.

Instead, you walk over and kick the stupid bitch right in his bulge.

He falls over, moaning in pain and scratching at his sizzling face, vowing revenge or some shit, as you walk back over to the troll who’s currently still occupying your hoodie. You point a thumb to the now helpless heap of sea troll behind you.

“...Do the honors?”

[themindseyetrolls]

Pulsing Red

[themindseyetrolls]

trollsofthezodiac‌:

You stare, unable to help but bare your teeth a little. A defensive reaction if anything because right now you don’t really have any other options, the guy has you pretty cornered if he was here to beat the shit out of you. But then his back is to you and he’s… taking his hoodie off? What? Then it’s in your hands and you cannot help but stare a moment, quickly picking up how the stranger moves to stand in front of you, hiding you from view.

Wait… he was helping you?

Oh well… beggars can’t be fucking choosers, right? 

Nothing is said. Quiet? Oh yeah, you can be quiet. You take the hoodie quickly and use it to hide yourself as best you can. As for the sea bitch, they’re still storming through the rave and their eyes do cast over in the direction of yourself and your apparent helper of the night.

God, please don’t come over…

Thankfully, it seems like the sea fuck is busy scouring the other side of the building for the moment. Seems like most here think the crashing of tables & angry shouts fit well with the music, so at least you both have the attention off yourselves.

You make a quick ‘get up’ gesture to your nameless victim behind you, and quickly nod towards the main entrance/exit. The broken staff door would’ve been a good choice, but the big sea fuck seems to keep throwing a glance back to it now and then. Guess he’s smarter than he acts.

Silently, you take the other troll’s hand as you fish around your strife specibus for another glowstick. One of a more deadly variety, of course.

Armed and with your new friend in tow, you start to push through the crowd of gyrating bodies, hoping to whatever higher power there is that the seadweller won’t recognize the smaller troll, even with him wearing your oversized hoodie.

[corasharper]

[themindseyetrolls]

Pulsing Red

[themindseyetrolls]

trollsofthezodiac‌:

You can hear the door groan as it’s ripped free even over the music. Oh good God, you were going to die tonight, weren’t you?! 

Cursing and trying to find a group of your caste that you can hide among, you instead decide to settle for a very distant side of the room. You can hide out here until it was safe to make a break for the front door. Anything as long as it meant getting the hell out of this place in one solid piece. Honestly, it was something you had started to think would work.

But then you notice someone is looming over you.

And you nearly have a heart attack when you fully comprehend that.

“Fuck!!”

Oh thank God, it wasn’t the sea bitch!

You barely even start at the expletive, the sound lost fairly easily among the pulsing music. However, the raging sea fuck is much harder to ignore, though he doesn’t seem to be actively ruining everybody’s good time. Hell, some might even appreciate some bloodshed to go with their dancing.

You take a quick glance over your shoulder at the seadweller before turning your back to the troll in front of you, and taking a step back so as to hide him from immediate view. Yeah, you like bloodshed as much as the next highblood, but right now you’re too tired to deal with it.

As discreetly as you can, you shrug off your hoodie (your mask stays, of course) and casually hand it to the other troll behind your back. It was big enough to hide his face and the majority of his horns, so you figured it might be appreciated before you start to actively help him out of this potentially bloody situation.

“...Quiet.”

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[themindseyetrolls]

Pulsing Red

[themindseyetrolls]

trollsofthezodiac‌:

In truth, raves were not your kind of scene.

You fucking hated the noise and the tight as fuck lack of space that came with them. But it wasn’t like you had much choice on where to hide when an especially pissed off Violet was in pursuit, intent on beating the shit out of the messenger for a badly busted delivery. Dammit all, it wasn’t like it was your fault! You scramble your way through the throngs of bodies, squirming away to avoid being caught up by grabbing hands. 

“Shit shit, fuck, shit!” 

You’re muttering to yourself, ignoring a few who grumble at you in irritation. Fuck them! You’re trying to not die here! You don’t even know if the bitch followed you through the door and you don’t care! All you care about is burying yourself into a corner and hiding out there.

You watch the other troll’s panicked scurrying for a moment or so as he tries to make his way through the mass of bodies. He keeps checking behind him at the door, so you can only assume the shorty is being followed by someone or something.

Either way, you don’t see anybody trailing behind the other troll, so there must not be anything to worry abou-...oh wait, scratch that. A big ol’ finny motherfucker just practically broke the door off its hinges.

Really, it’s not like it’s uncommon for someone to get culled during these things. Shit goes down & trolls act up sometimes. Nothin’ new on good ol’ Alternia. But...you dunno, the shorty’s obviously panicked state made something in your sleep deprived thinkpan twitch. So, you find yourself slowly following the little guy as the big sea fucker goes in the opposite direction.

You eventually find the guy huddled in a dark corner, trying his best to blend into the shadows. Not sure what to say, you just kinda...loom over him.

(Hey, you never said you were great at conversation.)

[themindseyetrolls]

Pulsing Red

It’s a relatively normal night, all things considered.

Yet another sleepless day spent tossing & turning in your recupracoon, which as per usual, led to you simply downing half a bottle of Faygo (it sucks, but its sugar levels keep you awake) once the sun set and heading out of your hive.

You’d had plans anyway.

While the more adventurous (read: suicidal) trolls went to raves while the sun was at its highest and hottest, the buildings they’re held in tend to get a little too hot for your taste around that particular time.

So, twilight was always a safe bet in your book.

Helped that half the raves you went to were open 24/7 anyway. So here you are now, your mask’s painted teeth glowing brilliant white-blue under the blacklight, a glowstick snug in each hand, and bodies endlessly pushing and pulling around you like restless currents of water as you let the music thrum through your thinkpan.

...Until your eye catches a rather panicked looking troll slip into the chaotic dancefloor via a staff only door.

[nise-no]

[themindseyetrolls]

//Hey! I only found your blog within the past 24 minutes, but I love the aesthetic you've got going on, the organization here is incredible, and your art style is gorgeous! That's all. Have a wonderful day :)

((Ooh! Thank you very much~ ^v^))

[darling-with-no-probs]

[themindseyetrolls]

A ‘Good’ Role Model

[themindseyetrolls]

trollsofthezodiac‌:

You had been traveling for quite a while. The blood of your last kill stains the culling fork in which you use to slice down the mutants that you had been assigned to hunt long ago. For the time being it is better to settle down and get a meal in you. Though you stay far away from the muddier ground of the swamp, it’s not hard to catch the sound of grumbling.

Huh… a young one? The hell was he doing out here?

You just watch him a moment, noticing he bears both your caste tone and smeared greasepaint upon his face. Ugh… not that cult. You couldn’t stand them.

“Hrm…” shuffling, you decide to ignore the wiggler and focus instead on making a fire in which to cook a bit of meat.

After seeing off the rock you kicked on it’s unplanned flight into the brush, you turn on your heel, planning to head home like any ordinary night. Unfortunately, it seems kicking a poor innocent rock set off some sort of bullshit karma for you, and you find yourself slipping in some nearby mud and face planting into a puddle.

...You hate your life.

Sitting up, now completely soaking and covered in mud, you snarl at your shitty luck before angrily wrestling yourself out of your ruined hoodie. You take a moment to wring it out a little, already feeling a slight chill run up your spine due to the night air, before spotting a faint glow nearby. A fire?

Now, other trolls would normally just leave well enough alone and be on their way, but you’re wet, cold, and desperately needing a decently lit place to dry off for a moment. Cautiously, you approach the light, making enough noise to alert anybody of your presence (you don’t need some fucker thinking you’re trying to ambush them) before poking your head through the bushes.

“Um...hey, I-!!” Your words die in your throat, and you freeze in place as you see the campfire’s resident.

Fuck.

It’s an adult.

[themindseyetrolls]

A ‘Good’ Role Model

@trollsofthezodiac

Another day, another pan grating sermon at the chucklefuck church over and fucking done with. You would question why this bullshit ‘religion’ still existed, but figured it was fairly pointless to do so as long as there were low caste hating idiots being hatched.

Better to save your thoughts and sanity for something important.

You trudge through the swampy grounds, irritatingly trying to wipe off the disgusting greasepaint you’re forced to wear for this shit. It just smears and ruins yet another hoodie sleeve.

“Fuckin’ cheap shit. Can’t these fuckers spring for paint I can wash out??” You grumble to yourself, and kick a nearby rock a good ways away into some bushes out of irritation.

[themindseyetrolls]

((I did the meme thing @thecyrillictrolls started, because i saw my friend @trollsofthezodiac do it & its gold.))

[themindseyetrolls]

trollsofthezodiac:

Your eyes narrow at the mention of horrorterrors. While true indeed there are many stories on such creatures, there are factual tales as well. Something that you are sure this bot wants. Though sharing the facts is a thing that must be done cautiously. The creatures had a tendency to drive any who learned of them to madness.

Still… this one is not flesh so he would likely be alright.

“Ah yes, yes… Horrorterrors. This way then,” you turn and walk toward a caged in section. This was not an area you went to or even unlocked all that often. Having gathered the books yourself, you tried to be careful with them and the content they contained.

The door opens with an ominous creak.

“You’ll find what you need in here.”

You dutifully follow the older troll towards the barred off section of his library, quickly noting a subtle change in the atmosphere around you both. At least the percentage in which you were certain you were in the right place was slowly crawling into the mid 90′s now.

Your guide opens the door, and you give him a nod of gratitude.

“Thank you.” A simple, common phrase. One of thousands that were programmed into you prior to your activation. But for some reason, when you say it now, it seems to hold more...weight than it usually does.

Silently, you move around, scanning each near unreadable title for one that might hold the information you seek, noting the presence of the adult troll still behind you. You have one book in mind, it’s memory data glitchy and unfinished in your wiring.

Eventually, you find it.

It’s a rather thin tome, in comparison to many of the larger ones surrounding it. Thin as it is, though, it’s cover is black in a way that makes one’s ocular nerves ache, and the temperature around it is...nothing. Not hot. Not cold. Not even room temperature.

And yet...had you any flesh, it would be crawling.

“May I inquire as to how you obtained these?”