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Wedding Eve in Hoard Keep Commission

Another comm for @alt-hammer set in their Noblestuck AU, this time featuring Porrim and Bronya visiting the land of the Pyropes before the historically unprecedented wedding of Latula and Mituna, introducing Terezi, Karkat and Kankri, as well as Redglare!

Featuring hyper pregnancy, unbirth, size difference, hyper boob, hyper butt, hyper belly, Redglare being really very large, and Kankri attempting to cause musicals.

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There were many ancient buildings from before the modern age of the noble families, of the like that probably would not be made again for many ages.

They were something from an older age; buildings inherently magical, aetheric essence pulsing through them and their own strange functions and unique enchantments like blood through a living thing. There were factories in the underlands of the Zahhak castles, daily pumping out scores of weaponry, armor and the foundations of architecture under the watchful eyes of mechanists who would be sorely loath to admit they had no idea what they were working with. To look inside those factories was to see… well, nothing. Nothing at all in there but a solid, tangible and black emptiness, staring right back with a presence all its own. No one was quite sure what happened to the material they put in.

And there were the massive and ancient ships of the Amporas and Serkets, enormous war machines that could end entire civilizations with the fearsome weaponry at their disposal; larger than some city districts, flying beneath the ocean itself or skipping on the waves with no apparent means of production; death itself to anything on the water. The means to make more was lost, and many felt this was absolutely for the best.

Every one of the noble families (the Megidos in their halls of the dead, the Captors atop the universities of magic and lore, the Pyropes and their dragons, the Leijons in the distant jungle lands and the Maryams in the oasis secured from the walking corpses of long dead monsters, the Zahhak aristocrats and the sea-faring Serket pirate lords, the Makara priesthood atoning for the sins of their blood, the Peixes and the Amporas of the shorelands, and most recently the Vantases and their human kindred-in-arms) had laid claim to one of these mighty relics.

It might, depending on one’s perspective, be a prerequisite. Each of the families was descended from people who had laid claim to one of these relics or taken it for themselves, worked out how to get it operational, and then used it for all it was worth. They had largely remained in power because they were untouchable, some more literally than others. Even the Vantases, who were only a single generation into being a noble house, had done so when they had been found worthy to use such an artifact.

It wasn’t surprising that war had plagued the continent until only recently.

At the far west of the continent, there was a mighty mountain range, covering much of the entire coastline, all the way to the magocracies of the Captors and their metropolitan libraries, and it was the land of the Pyropes. They were the dragon riders, among the largest and strongest of knights, blessed with insight, and empowered by the mighty blood of their ancestors. In the wars of the dragon riders they had won out, and they had laid claim to one such relic that was greatly prized by anyone who wanted to hold their land, for it was literally untouchable in war.

The Pyrope lands were marked by the trees growing across much of the mountain range. These trees, in their many varieties, were probably magical in nature: there were several thousand species alone across any given direction; needle-leaf conifers growing on the highest reaches, flowering trunks that grew into the supports of tree-cities around the cliff sides, expansive banyan trees near the wetter areas of the Vantas wetlands, and massive greenwood trees that were big enough to be mistaken for mountains themselves closest to the sea, but all the trees had this in common: their leaves flowered bright teal, the same blue-green shade as the blood of the dragons that called the land home.

The dragons, and the trolls who ruled and had long since bonded with those dragons.

Fortresses of various sorts were a hallmark of the continent, especially here with the many various dragon rider lineages having warred against each other for eons, and fortifications had featured heavily in the conflicts. But against the largest mountain in the entire mountain range, there was an especially massive castle, one so large that it wasn’t legally considered a castle at all, but a sprawling city with fortifications.

It was older than any troll bloodline to still be extant. It was older than any modern civilization; it had been there before the humans had come, it may have been there before the trolls had arisen from their swampy origins, and it would likely be there long after all else was dust.

See it clearly; think of a mountainside, soaring high into the heavens, one of the largest mountains in all the world. Now imagine around it, an impossibly large castle assembled around it; perhaps even grown in some fashion, considering the strangely organic pattern in the stone work that wasn’t likely for something that had been assembled.

Imagine its walls clinging tight around the mountain, around terraces and plateaus, over cliff sides and descending along the paths of rivers. Imagine bolt holes and tunnels into the mountain, veins for the castle and the lifesblood that was its people; and within its massive depths, thousands of people living there. Farmers and artisans, clever craftsmen and wise scholars. Writers, sculptors, and dragons. Hundreds of dragons, of many different varieties from the Red Queen famously bound to the Pyrope line itself, to the many different varieties and sizes, all the way to tiny coal-stokers just big enough to fit in a human’s lap. And humans! They dwelled here, freely, without fear, in open defiance that they had once been shackled in other lands not so long ago, and that said something of the character of the trolls who owned this keep now.

The keep had been passed down over the ages, from one owner to another. It had been hotly contested by both warlords and settlers, and why not? It’s powers were not fully known, but anyone knew of its famous ability to generate a massive shield that no sword nor spell could pierce, not even the mountain-breaking superweapons of the Serkets; to hold the keep, and to master its powers, was to be truly untouchable in your own lands.

And the size, and curvaceousness, of its seer-warriors was well known in the modern day. The keep channeled its energies into them, making them far larger than normal, and it’s magic now ran in the blood of the Pyrope line, so that its daughters grew bigger and more bountiful than any other save perhaps the Maryams.

This keep had been kept for eons, from many hands won over another, until its present owners had slain the most vindictive of the old dragon riders, burning their history down so they could start fresh; some, less well disposed to their uncompromising ways, had suggested they started the war to do the same to the whole continent.

But, all the same, the Pyropes sought to protect others. They’d bonded with their dragons, internalizing some of their mentality, and they believed that dragons ought to protect what they cared about most. What they cared about was their people. And thus this great city-castle was the Hoard Keep.

Porrim Maryam, in one of the grand plateaus near the peak, enshrouded in the warm and protecting walls of the Keep, thought it all sounded very nice.

Certainly, she thought, it was very different from the home she’d known. Porrim was a vampire, of the Maryam clan that came from an oasis city considered a center of refinement and culture, and she was familiar only with the desert. She knew well the open sky before her, and the sun beating down. But here? It was colder, and the sky a small sight between the towering walls of stone.

It was… surprisingly cozy.

Personally, she thought the whole thing kind of looked like a big iridescent cake someone had smashed into the side of the mountain.

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Noblestuck: meuloz

In the southwest most corner of the trollian empire the tallest mountains on the entire continent collected together around a single harbour like several wolves gathered around a small rabbit. A lone patch of civilization. A harbour town of tents mixed with much older stone structures and a large old castle. The carnival as the locals had taken to calling it. The only city left in the entire makara lands with its back to the ocean castle mirth peered at the snow coated mountains that surrounded it. Pacing the halls of said keep was the young lord of the land. The patriarch of house makara, kurloz.

Kurloz was a very tall and slender man. Tall even for a purpleblood and especially for a man of his race. Combined with his lanky form he was less the hulking juggernaut his forbearers had been and more of a ghost. A wraith that moved around silently and elegantly. He spooked even his own people who had taken to calling him the ghost king. The fact that he decorated his clothes with animal bones arranged like ribs on his leather armour and painted his face like a skull further helped this image he had only half deliberately made for himself.

He frowned and looked over the long line of statutes that lined this hall. Eaxh standing in front of a sarcophagus. The family tomb. Generations of warrior kings and queens. Who had lead his people in to wars time and time again for glory and reasources. Kurloz hated them all. He glared at one statue in particular. In many ways it was a spitting image of kurloz if he had been more musclebound and hulking. The head had been broken off and glued back on, a large chunk chipped off the left side of its face. Kurloz hated his father the most.

During the last war over a decade ago the pyropes had decended upon them with such a fury. Intent on avenging their warmblood allies in the north and midlands the burned their way through the zahhaks who quickly surrendered and then started on the makaras. All the rage of a legion of berserkers means little to a dragon. Yet despite heavy losses his father would not surrender. Not until empress pexies herself ordered it. He spent the next several years in a drunken rage plotting a revenge that would never work in his lifetime there just wasnt enough of their people left. But abbadon makara refused to give up. Kurloz knew he would get his people killed given them chance. And so kurloz upstaged him. Not by trial by combat as had been tradition. But poison. Simple and clean.

But now kurloz was left trying to mend relations between his house and the other noble clans. He was the first makara to make that effort in generations. No body trusted him. He didnt blame them. But he had a long life ahead of him. "Time makes all things possible" he thought to himself.

He needed allies. He needed friends. They were making progress sure but it was slow. His little brother was making friends with some of the nobles second borns but even then they still kept him at a distance. People were at least polite though. Which was more then could be said when he first started this. Some individuals were even friendly.

He returned to his study. Down long dull halls and up a winding staircase to the highest tower. He slipped in quieter then needed. No one would bother him anyway. He sat at an old desk and spared a long look at a portrait. The eldest lejion daughter had sent him that one. It had been surprising the spark between them. Their familys had decades of hate between them with geography being the only thing to keep things from escalating. Yet the two of them found each other inviting. It was undeniable. They were in love.

Kurloz examined the details of the painting. A full body portrait of the forest princess. Clad in a lovely olive dress with an animal hide corset and a necklace of small bones resting just above her clevage. Her long black hair flowed freely with a few beads woven in here and there. A bright smile crossed her round face. Even in such a still painting her eyes looked alight with life. The corset was tested to its limits by meulins bulging bust which was just past head sized. Her belly also pushed the corset and dress outward a bit as the outfit did its best to contain her plump curvy figure. Kurloz knew this painting was outdated. She was likely even bustier by now.

He sighed contently at the thought of her. "Perhaps what we need is a wedding.." he thought to himself. It was brilliant really. Satisfying both romantically and strategicly. He could marry the woman he loved who just so happed to be from a family that had bad blood with his. What better way to settle old feuds. The great thing about being the oldest makara left and having no elder council left was there was no one to tell him otherwise. Tho only problem would be convincing the lejions.. well the lejions that weren't meulin. He would come to them. An old gesture of respect between the families. Though he wasnt sure if it would be appreciated by the lejion queen.

The eldest lejion, diana was a sort of warrior queen of the wild. Old traditions didnt mean much to her. That was both a blessing and a curse. He had his work cut out for him. But it was worth it.

#my writing #fic #noblestuck au #mod arc

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Commission for @alt-hammer, who asked for a story centering around a fantasty-themed AU where the major troll families are nobles, and focusing on Cronus seeing his long time girlfriend Porrim in person, along with her family of fellow gravid vampires!

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The land was scarred by ancient wars long since forgotten, but the land still remembered. Sometimes the memories were bad, with some bright spots.

This was the understanding according to the sages of the Leijon tribes in the dark forests, and the blind seers of Pyrope lands rarely liked to venture out there for fear of what their mystic gaze might reveal, and the great desert was the worst of it all. A terrible scar upon the world, it lay in a region where rain should have fallen, with no mountains for a great distance, and the climate was fairC. There should have been no deserts at all.

But their land was one with a dark and troubled history; war had touched it often, no less than the recent conflicts that had produced the modern noble houses of the troll lands and their human allies, and those wars had left terrible scars. Most of the points of civilization were islands of light in a dark sea, and there monsters in the dark places inbetween. Horrors arose, seemingly from the magical miasma that pooled out from the seas, vast and terrible monsters that required great heroes to slay them, and of course some weird wizard might decided to craft some abominations for the fun of it, completely forget about them, and be inadvertently responsible for a village disappearing when his Exploding Slime Tesseract wandered there.

Cronus Ampora, scion of the wizard-kings and hopeful master of the fleets that connected them to other lands, had a duty to hunt down such dastardly fiends when he wasn’t skipping very close to being one of them. This wasn’t a bad thing, per se, in the Amporan lands. Violet tradition held that a nobleborn prince, or bard like he had become, who didn’t periodically cause some manner of wacky catastrophe was going to be too unimaginative to make a very good successor. Archmage Dualscar, father to Cronus, tried to encourage his children to do more of that.

Periodically scouring the continent to put down rogue monsters and arrest wizards of inappropriate conduct was a task assigned to the Orphaners; so named as they killed evil wizards, orphaning their creations, at which point the Big Dad energy of the Amporas would take over and they’d adopt them all. As a result, the Amporas had a truly massive army of militarized constructs, thousands of caretaker monsters of all kinds of descriptions, and many more strange beings peacefully integrated into their society. Being used to such diversity also made an Orphaner uniquely suited for diplomacy; they dealt with ‘Things Not Like Me’ on a nearly daily basis, and it helped to expand the mind.

Cronus spent a lot of time on land, therefore. He hated it. Violetbloods like him were adapted for the sea, and individuals varied on whether they were land walkers who could live underwater, or sea beings who could stand to walk on dry land for a while. Cronus was the latter. But his duties, interests, and deep fascination with land walkers of all kinds drew him to the world above, even if it was the people there he liked and the world itself was just the worst.

And the desert was the worst of all. The horror of the place clawed at him with the memory of ancient atrocities, leeching vitality out of him like the sun drying his flesh. They moved on the landships favored by the Nitram feudal lords, an assortment of their mounted knights as protection and a little bit of showing off, and even though it was comfortable and he had a big tank of water to recline in, the whole land felt wrong. He was convinced that some ancient magical catastrophe had scarred the land so badly it had burned, searing it with the energies of undeath. The hordes of the walking dead currently reduced to several tons of ash flying in the air now was proof to that.

But now, the character of the sand was changing; it was harder for the knights at their side to articulate why, though they were notably calmer, the tension loosening from their armored forms. They weren’t magic users, and weren’t able to perceive the subtle details in the sand now. Cronus didn’t doubt that they knew that something had changed, though. The threat upon the wind felt less oppressive. The teeming hordes of the undead, hoarded in this deadly place over eons and mummified by the burning sun, shied away like magical constructs warded away. By now, they had passed one of several enormous towers, of dark marbled stone and brighter patterns of magic-infused metals that all glowed like a torch against the sand, visible for many miles, and Cronus saw the wall of magic flowing through it. It was a relay point, and seen from above, perhaps on a Pyrope airship, he might have looked directly down and seen the network of barricade towers, standing guard against the sea of death.

And they were new. There were many wonders in the world, that was true. But most were ancient relics, reactivated and barely operational, their masters struggling to keep them just working consistently. Very few of them were completely new.

There was a reason the Maryam Clan of rainbow drinkers and vampires, despite being the smallest noble family, commanded so much respect. In a single generation, they were tearing the bloody heart of undeath out of their homeland, and restoring it to life again.

The caravan journeyed onwards, as as they did, Cronus noted the move of magical essence around them took on a drastically different character. The hostile desert behind them, shielded away by the mystic barrier, stank of death where it had any nature of all. Mostly it was a hollow emptiness, yawning behind them like someone physically standing behind with obvious ill intentions. But the sands blew with the hints of life beyond them. Birds flew upon the wind, flitting up to the towers to attend their nests. As they journeyed further, they saw small oasis here and there, clusters of animals standing there.

Cronus watched them. They had to be imported. Surely they couldn’t have revived the beasts that had lived here so long ago… could they? The long-legged creatures, antlers growing out into swirling patterns, stared placidly at him and continued to drink, judging him no threat. They did not look like desert dwellers, but like creatures who ran through heavily wooded forests. Just as this land must have once been.

Despite himself, as the caravan journeyed to the very center of the desert, he felt a sudden sense of joy come over him. The desert had not always been a desert. It was healing.

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Hi yall gonna be rebranding this blogs as a sorts general space for the aus me and twitchy have thought up and wanna share with you guys.

#mod arc #announcement

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Need to breath some life back into this blog.

So go ahead and send in some questions! Questions about characters, their relationships or how they might be different in this au.

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The double date

more labbound fics!

The emergence of trolls into society had resulted in less chaos then one might have expected. However minor problems were still common even with society mostly ready to accept them. One of the increasingly noticeable problems was the size difference. Even the smallest male trolls were still taller then most humans. The preexisting human society was too small. Cars, houses and public spaces all proved to be awkward or downright unusable for trolls. However more and more businesses were beginning to take troll sizes into consideration when designing their products. It helped that Roxy Lalonde senior and the eldar peixes both headed large and influential companies. Indeed some previously abandoned areas of cities were being designated as sort of “troll towns” where they would be rebuilt with their larger size in mind.

One of these areas had been developed enough that some homes and a few shops and restaurants had been established as a sort of small community. Small being a relative term of course given that even little diners had to be scaled up majorly to account for trolls. One diner in particular Named after it owner Neviie was in a rush as its small number of staff worked to prep the small restaurant for the arrival of its most important guests since they had started doing business.

“chop chop! Everything must be in order for Ms Pyrope and her friends! Neviie called out directing the staff most of which were trolls. Neviie herself was a tall and rather busty purple blood with her long hair pulled into a ponytail. Her 1950’s style waitress outfit strained around her troll basket ball sized bust leaving a line of cleavage on display. These were to be her first big name customers and she was understandably nervous.

Joey sat in the back shifting from discomfort as the car bounced along the road. Xefros sat next to her chattering excitedly about the restaurant they were going to. Joey smiled rubbing the side of her large belly full with children. She had become somewhat of a recent celebrity herself in the medical community being the first to carry a human-troll pregnancy. Suffice to say she was quite large despite having at least several months to go, possibility a year or more. No one was quite sure with a hybrid pregnancy but it was quite clear she was carrying more then a human pregnancy would have. She was about 6 months in and her belly was a little bigger then she was tall. That wasn’t the only place she had grown. Joey had been fairly curvy before but now her hips were a good deal wider then her shoulders, her butt was like a shelf and her thighs thicker then some peoples waists, and her boobs, her boobs were a good twice the size of her head and spilled heavily out of the neckline of the dress she was wearing. Between her boobs and her belly her dress which was intended to be past knee length had been stretched into little more then a half shirt forcing her to wear shorts for modesty's sake. Though the shorts looked a little snug on her at this point too.

The Taxi pulled up to the restaurant front where terezi and karkat were already waiting. Terezi was even bustier then joey remembered. “Good grief they reach her hips now” Joey accidentally said aloud. “Well um your not… uh small either.. I mean in that way!” Xefros stuttered.  Joey giggled. “fair point” “Hey guys! Hows it going!” terezi called out. Xefros stepped out of the car and moved to the side to help joey. “do you need more help?” karkat asked feeling a bit awkward watching. “no we got this.” joey grunted. Xefros held her hand and helped maneuver her huge belly out of the car. She swayed slightly as she emerged from the car. Her belly protruded far in front of her passing her arm length and stopping a little less then a foot from the ground at its lowest point.  Her back arched in a futile attempt to compensate for her extra front weight. “wow.. you look great!” terezi exclaimed looking a little shocked at joeys appearance. “uh thanks” joey replied blushing.

The group headed into the Diner. Joey’s belly rocked back and forth. She had to hold xefros’ hand and lean against him slightly to keep her balance. Next to them terezi and karkat walked in holding hands. Terezi’s huge boobs bobbed and heaved in the slim-fitting red dress she wore. The low neckline showed off plenty of spilling cleavage and the pinched waist drew attention to how wide her hips were. Karkat came to about boob height with terezi his flushed red face showing that he was well aware of this.

“Ms. Pyrope! Welcome! We have a table set up already for you-” Neviie paused noticing how much curvier terezi was then when she was last in the news and noticing how.. fertile joey was. “erm ill make some arrangements to make you all more comfortable. In my excitement I prepared a little to early and misjudged how the furniture needed to be arranged. My apologies.” Neviie apologist. “its fine we don’t mind” terezi grinned.

#Mod Arc #Mod arc writting #terezi pyrope #Karkat Vantas #Oc #joey claire #xefros tritoh #xefjoey #karezi

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who is the biggest gal in the current generation, for instance Karkat's generation?

That would be terezi. In height, boobs, butt and just general thicc-ness. The mods have a bit of a bias towards terezi lol

~mod arc

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Feel free to ask questions about the au!

#mod arc

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Among the Friendsim generation... well, the term ‘generation’ may not be strictly accurate. A few of them are older and younger than the others.

For instance, Xefros is probably a bit on the young side (whatever age Joey is, he’s closer to that), and Diemen is definitely one of the babies of the bunch.

As far as older goes, Chahut is the oldest one, definitely nearly as old as some of the Beforan generation; a lot of the younger ones look up to her or are intimidated by her for this reason.

(Gamzee has the biggest, cutest crush on her.)

Skylla is the second oldest of them, and is a bit of a team mom to... well, anyone around her! Bronya, as she oversaw the youth of the Alternian generation, may be in this age ratio as well.

#labbound #some additional thoughts for hiveswap and friendsim #momskylla is very powerful #too powerful you should flee #mod twitchystitch

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The Hiveswap/Friendsim trolls are certainly around! They’re older than Karkat’s generation (and several of them might be seen as role models in an ‘OMG YOU’RE SO COOL’ way), but younger than Kankri’s, and likely don’t harbor much mistrust for humans. They might have been raised largely away from humans, though, unlike Karkat and friends, so humans are kind of a novel thing for them! They don’t generally see them as a threat. Generally they find those strange and tiny soft-bodied beings rather sweet and huggable.

Given the much softer approach Labbound takes, the more violent or unsavory aspects of them are likely not there, or heavily downplayed; Amisia doesn’t need blood to paint, for instance, and the church of the mirthful messiahs is not really a thing so Chahut is not as violent as in canon (and this goes for purples in general, most likely). Konyyl might be a bodyguard for hire, rather than an assassin, and so on.

some general thoughts for them:

Xefros is part of the Harley family in all but name, having been dating the heir to the family fortune, Joey Claire-Harley, and indirectly proving that troll/human relationships are feasible without needing assistance or alteration.

Konyyl is big and thicc even by their usual standards, and forms a kind of loose ‘pride’-type group with Nepeta and Polypa. Nepeta grew up admiring Konyyl as a real role model and heroine, and in turn Konyyl is doing her best not to disappoint her and to be cool all the time. The three of them often wind up extremely pregnant and their resulting grub hordes are about the same age! Usually with their respective boys in tow and at their side.

Bronya is a dedicated broodmother, having spent much time tending to others grubs, and she’s pretty dang fertile herself. She was actually present during the childhoods of Terezi’s generation, and these younger trolls regard her as a warm and maternal figure that has always been a fixture in their lives. She herself greatly admires the Dolorosa and the Signless’ efforts in civil rights for their people, and low-key follows their example.

Chahut lives underground in a huge subway station converted into a commune for trolls, administered by purplebloods; she has been a proper troll mother for a long time and does not intend to slim back down any time soon, often sporting breasts so large she is both able to feed pretty much all the grubs always at once, and would not be able to move easily if not for her immense strength. Amisia is a permanent guest of hers in the lair, and they are rarely seen apart.

Trizza is involved in a complicated and even bitter feud with the Condesce - whom sees her as a potential protege who is too much like her and it just pisses them both off - on one side, Meenah and Feferi at another, and finally against Jane, whom she sees as having usurped her position as Old Meenah’s Favorite.

#labbound #most of these are probably not set in stone! #in labbound the moms are plentiful #and very Large #wife goals is having your wife bigger than you by like a Bunch #konyyl #bronya #chahut #trizza

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Trolls are extraordinarily fertile and virile, able to bear dozens of young in a single pregnancy. Because their bellies simply continue to expand to accommodate however many children they produce, and their breasts swell to produce enough milk to feed however many there are, there is no real limit to this. ‘Dozens’ is just a safe estimate. But since every time a troll has sex, they might conceive even more children, this makes them far more akin to broodmother-types. Consider a fully pregnant troll, already bearing twenty-something babies, and has a night with her special someone. The next day, she might have an additional twenty-something eggs, and might have nearly fifty children by this point!

And the voracious sexual appetites of trolls never die off during pregnancy. They could have hundreds of children by the time the first cycle gives birth, and continually do so again and again. Granted this does take a long time; troll pregnancies require far longer times than humans do, without much apparent reason for why this is so. Sometimes it’s based on blood: rustbloods have the shortest, at a few years or so. Cooler bloods might have pregnancies that take decades to come to term, and rumor has it that the Condesce is hiding a pregnancy that has been going on long before the main cast was ever born; it may not come to term until a normal human lifespan ends.

So why they don’t reproduce quickly, when they do, they have population explosions. Human society as a whole doesn’t realize this, and the Lalondes are very careful to make sure that they don’t… at least until a time that troll numbers are high enough that humans won’t be able to just blindly attack trolls in fear of being replaced.

It does remain quite possible that, within the next fifty years or so, sheer numbers will cause the trolls to become the ‘face’ of Earth, and interplanetary travel will be important simply to ease overpopulation concerns. Medicines to artifically curb troll fertility will likely become commonplace, assuming trolls don’t have the ability to simply shut off impregnation.

#labbound #mod twitchystitch

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A possible idea is that trolls are incredibly fertile to the point that it defies biology, allowing them to interbreed with the other sapient species around (carapacians, humans, and other possibilities). While basic treatments exist to allow the various sapient species to breed with one another and bear children of a species that should be incompatible, trolls can normally do this naturally!

Not only do even ordinary trolls bear dozens of eggs or infants in a single pregnancy cycle, with more possibly being conceived with any bit of sex that they might indulge in, promising a perpetual pregnancy cycle if they’re so inclined, they might be able to breed with other species and bear their children. So even though trolls shouldn’t be able to interbreed with humans, they can and do bear human children or sire them. The resulting children generally are either human or troll; genuine hybrids are extremely rare, and usually require some genetic tinkering or modification on the parents to make this happen. Periodically you might get trolls that are smaller than average, or humans that are very large. More often you just get a lot of human babies, or humans that carry so many troll babies that they are rendered just as immobile as a late pregnancy troll. Some mods to give humans trollish size, natural weaponry or other physical aspects are branded as ‘Trollblood’ for this reason, but its not commonly known that there are people whose mom is over a dozen feet tall, or whose dad is large enough to fit in a truck bed.

Carapacians might be an entirely synthetic species, normally born in incubation tanks, so this might be one of their main ways to reproduce as trolls or humans do. Typically, queen-type carapacians are an exception to this rule and thus they are parlaying the idea of independent survival as a species without relying on others for technology or aid into political importance. Consequently there’s a lot of interplay between trolls and carapacians on these grounds. Humans, on the other hand, are generally a bit more threatened by trolls, if they’re not already infatuated with them, so its not quite as common with them despite humans being the most numerous.

#labbound #nsfw #mod twitchystitch

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@alt-hammer suggested a long time ago of Aranea having a boob growth spurt and shocking Meenah with it; decided to make it Labbound

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#hyper boobs #boob expansion #meenah #aranea #mod twitchystitch #fic

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In terms of fertility the pyropes, lejions and maryams are the top 3 bloodlines having the largest pregnancys on average

#labbound #hyper pregnancy #mod arc #maryam #pyrope #lejion

[arcandtwitchyaus]

Vriska sometimes has some of her friends and quadrantmates in her streams with her as guests. During one stream in particular terezi joined her and had a growthspurt right in the middle of it. Her bust growing for all to see. Needless to say vriska got some more subscribers that day and many requests to bring terezi back on

#labbound #labboundstuck #terezi pyrope #huge boobs #vriska serket #vriska's streams #mod arc

[arcandtwitchyaus]

one of the things that the trolls might do is maintain an online presence, such as running a youtube channel or a blog that shows off their growth over time!

Terezi in particularly very likely has a blog where she has taken selfies over many years of herself and her quadrantmates (Karkat, Nepeta and Equius, possibly others), and it has unintentionally become a kind of chart of her growth over the years, going from when she was ‘merely’ over twelve feet tall and had boobs bigger than a troll boy’s whole upper body. Now, that makes her look rather small, but the progression can be measured in various selfies she’d taken over the years with her mates. They get smaller, overshadowed, and she just kept getting bigger and bigger.

A timeline of growth, her cleavage dominating more and more of the photos, until within the last few years or so, others had to take the photos for her.

Nepeta also partakes in this sort of this, though she’s probably not as steadfast about it. Following their respective, and multiple, pregnancies, they took many photos together showing off their growth and expanding bodies; the girth of their bellies, and so forth. Often with Karkat and Equius squished into frame, in a ‘look what THESE dorks managed to do!’ kind of way.

They might also run webcam channels?

Vriska definitely does, in a ‘pay to see more’ way. SHe has a lot of subscribers, and she’s made a huge amount of money this way, and probably employs periodic mods to continue growing larger to keep them begging for more.

Related, Porrim and Damara most likely did this as well, and this brought them to the attention of modeling agencies, jumpstarting famed careers in the modeling of clothing for the particular needs of troll bodies.

#labboundstuck #mod twitchystitch

[arcandtwitchyaus]

The carapacians might actually be somewhat more numerous than the trolls, and considering that the troll birth rate is best described as ‘semi-annual population boom’, that’s saying a lot

they’re sort of everywhere, often wherever trolls have proven semi-welcome, but they often live with trolls. Many trolls were raised by carapacian caretakers, babysitters and parental figures, and the main compound where the main troll cast lives has loads of carapacians living with ‘em, helping the overly pregnant trolls deal with their growing bodies. This can involve operating machines to lift up their bellies so they can move around, measuring them and fitting them for new clothes to cover their new body scales, or feeding troll mothers that would enjoy being pampered.

They also tend to the young, as trolls have so many children that individually caring for them as humans do is implausible. It’s not unreasonable that many trolls tend to regard their biological parents as humans would clan leaders; beloved figures, people to admire and look up to, but it’s not common for trolls to be able to indivdually raise their children, but they do raise them communally. Individual carapacians handle the job of raising these children.

This also has the added bonus of getting young trolls acclimitized to non-trolls.

The compound carapacian population could well include any canon Carapacian, especially those with close ties to the main characters (such as WV, PM, AR, and so forth); the Midnight Crew may have raised Karkat’s particular generation, and since moved on to other prospects while remaining as paternal figures. (Not necessarily competent ones, mind you. Slick knows stabbing and he knows punching, and he’s not great at other things. His advice tends to be limited.)

#mod twitchystitch