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trolls w/ living ancestors be like
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Okay it’s time kids! Please reblog with 1 oc and let this little dumpling judge them!
little cerulean?
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retsuko
Send me a 🍒 if I come off as masculine!
Send me a 🍓 if I come off as feminine!
Send me a 🍉 if I come off as adrogynous!
Send me a 🍎 if I come off as all or other!
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“S’alright I can protect ya mistah-”
“hang on…didja hear that…?”
> !!!!!
> The creature is back, and it is looking quite hungry. Oh why, oh why didn’t those tranquilizers work fully on it?
> You fire a warning shot and then you’re up a tree, horsemom close behind. How do horses climb trees? We just don’t know, but she’s done it. Great big bloody coward.
“I didn’t hear nothi-”
> Well you sure as hell heard that gunshot not five feet from you!
“What in the...!”
> You spin around to see a massive set of teeth and purple fur not twenty feet from your oh so delicious-looking face. Okay, maybe you didn’t look that delicious to it, or anyone, but you have the feeling it wouldn’t be too picky.
> It’s time for some quick thinking!
> Or you could just stand here extremely still and hope that it doesn’t notice you. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.
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“Golly, that’s a nice one ya got there!”
> Yours is bigger.
> Of course it is.
“Hahaha, no need to be nice about it, it’s a dinky little pea-shooter, but it’s all I really need. Besides, I don’t really like to use it regardless.”
> You go ahead and put it away. No need to have your guns out in the open like this. The last time you made the mistake of drawing it hastily, it cost you a hand.
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“Best be safe! I’m a trained professional y’see.”
> You pull out your rifle from one of horsemom’s saddlebags. She snorts softly and noses you, obviously expecting treats.
> Cock the gun and glance around- in case the beasty is near….
> Ah, good old guns, now there’s a subject matter you can get behind. You go ahead and pull out your own sidearm, a rather old-fashioned revolver. Funny enough, it perfectly suits your gun-metal hand, the one that’s holding it.
“That makes two of us. An’ don’t be worrying, I’m always careful.”
> Okay, that last bit is a flat-out lie.
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“Yeah! One ‘o those exotic whatchamacallit’s from the planet uh….rah-mul-en?”
“It’s about yeh high, covered in purple hair and has about two hundred teeth! If ya run into it don’t try pettin it none, they ain’t friendly beasts!”
> Whew... That was a close one.
“Ah, well, if I do see one a those... whatever they are, I’ll get word to you right quick. I’m no stranger to beasties, but two hundred teeth don’t sound like somethin’ I’d like to be takin’ a chance with.”
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“S’matter ‘o fact the live cargo I was transportin’ uh….escaped.”
“Been lookin but I think they gonna just dock m’pay this time.”
“Live... c-cargo?”
> Your mind always jumps to the worst possibility. Surely this little brown-blood couldn’t actually be a cold-hearted slave-trader?
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> Sho’ nuff if it give me time to take a gander at a man like y’self.
> Winnie Galope - is that an impure thought?
“I enjoy my work so it ain’t a bother, do get a bit stressful with these holiday deadlines though.”
“Well then there you go! An’ hey, if you’ve got enough time to chat with an old nobody like me, you must have at least some time for wastin’ on your hands.”
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“Man, if I ain’t half-busy this time ‘o sweep…..”
“It’s a good thing though, right? It ain’t always fun bein’ stuck in an idle spell.”
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PEN Collars
Psionic Energy Nullification Collars or as they’re more commonly known, PEN Collars (or just PENs) are a specially-developed type of device for use in the military, though they still end up planetside from time to time.
The collars appear to be complex metallic bands on the outside, but their inside is lined with invasive biotech similar to that of the Helmsman ports in the Empire’s starships. Once attached to a victim, the collar’s wire-like tendrils burrow into the skin and wrap around the nerves, forming knotted clusters in the spinal cord of the victim as well as many of the veins heading into the head. In addition to the below function, this also makes the collars incredibly hard to safely remove without causing immense damage to the prisoner. PENs can be removed with certain codes programmed into them by their owners, but illegal, caustic solutions can also burn off their organic portions and render the collars largely useless while doing only moderate harm to the host.
Unlike what its name may suggest, the PEN Collars do not actually nullify psionic energy, they absorb it, weakening the users psionic ability by anywhere from 70% to 95%. The collars use psionic power to fuel themselves and maintain their numerous functions (such as tracking, for example) but can also store it in specialized organic batteries that grow along its interior, accessible and removable by the owner. Excess energy caused by active psionic use is shed as heat, burning the wearer and warning them against flexing their mind too much.
In addition to whatever functions their owner might have modified into them, all PENs come with the ability to cut off or reestablish blood circulation to the brain on demand, cause immense pain and/or muscular spasms via spinal nerve stimulation, and a built-in explosive device that can be easily modified to use the psionic batteries as well.
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$6 CHIBI ADOPTABLES
so to help out w vet bills in a way i can separate from saving for my courses this spring, im sprucing up old fantrolls i never ended up using
i’ll be cranking out a bunch others but here’s the first batch:
- Redblood: Based on gullenkambi, one of three roosters whose crowing heralds the norse apocalypse Ragnarök. Their particular rooster is a brahma.
- Purpleblood: A boozy party girl whose gun is modified to take literal shots and fire off acidic blasts of concentrated alcohol. There’s also an opening in the back to plug a bottle of liquor in as well.
you can do whatever you like with the designs once they’re yours, change em up, make em into other species, etc etc, i just ask that you dont sell them yourself.
shoot me an ask or IM me if you’re interested!!
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reblog and shell judge tbh (1-2 only tho)
another bronzeblood!
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Tarot reading in movies: atmospheric, mysterious, strange woman with racist overtones dramatically revealing your future with coincidentally all major arcana, makes narrative sense, characters bear uncanny resemblance to you
Tarot reading in real life: cross-legged on your bedroom floor, your friend chuckling awkwardly and double-checking a reference booklet or website, sheepish “sorry I’m out of practice”, self-deprecating jokes, shrugging at each other helplessly, spending the next half-hour desperately trying to pry the melted wax out of your carpet because your friend accidentally knocked over the dollar store candle they brought in an attempt to “set the mood”, “uhhh do you wanna… try another spread?”
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fanturds
The morning after.
“Yeah, no problem.” You’re sure she’s got it from here, and suppose that this is where you two part ways. Still, there’s something else you want to say, and you’re not one to leave things unsaid.
“Hey, uh… It was a nice time, the bar, the night, really. And… Here’s my trollian handle.” You hand her a scrap of paper with it written out in your terrible handwriting.
“Thanks uh…I’ll get somebody to read this for me.”
> ADIOS.
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The morning after.
> When you arrive at the edge of society, you know you can find your way from here. It’s never easy, but you’ll be glad for some time alone to…think.
“Thank you, Thisle.”
“Yeah, no problem.” You’re sure she’s got it from here, and suppose that this is where you two part ways. Still, there’s something else you want to say, and you’re not one to leave things unsaid.
“Hey, uh... It was a nice time, the bar, the night, really. And... Here’s my trollian handle.” You hand her a scrap of paper with it written out in your terrible handwriting.
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The morning after.
“Thanks…”
> You wipe your gross face and try to gather yourself, somewhat.
“I think I just need to sleep all this off..”
“...Alright.” You reassure, doing your best to not press any more of her buttons. “It’s this way, okay?”
You begin walking again, keeping in relative silence. The woods are easy for you to navigate, and you check back every now and then to make sure that Anneal is keeping pace. It isn’t long before you’ve exited the treeline, and the city is only a little ways off.