#askter

[sasster]

Heyhey! laeche, How's it going!! anythign new going on?

>You've once again caught the engineer in a kitchen, but not the same small one and covered in flour. This time he stands in very spacious kitchen, staring out of a window that extends the full length of the wall from floor to ceiling, overlooking a random Alternian city.

>It seems he was lost in thought before you go to him, holding a mug of cocoa close. His smile is warm.

"Still planet-side, spending some time with one of my partners when I'm not engrossed in the job.

You know how it is."

#laeche #moonlit-trolls #askter #last night greg and i were talking about him and cyn and softness and hot cocoa and also vegetable soup

[asteralezzz]

u are a fucking menace stop harassing my sister - @moxietheuncalculated

its not harassment if shes moaning my name :3

#askter

[sasster]

oh yea? you sleep in that garb too?

“No of course not. Any daytime visitors I receive will find me in the appropriate sleepwear.”

>Pictured below.

>Purchased by Archie, of course.

#the restorer #fantrollology #askter

[sasster]

Orfuse I think most of these people just wanna bone Harlan, so they happily give him what he wants and they don't care who gets hurt

“Yes, well, Harly is not interested in all of that. Just the attention.”

#orfuse #anonymous #askter

[sasster]

“What’s this, then?”

#maelia #roetrolls #askter

[sasster]

that’s so fair demuye. ur such a good boyfriend!

>Uh oh, now you’ve done it.

#demuye #fantrollology #askter

[sasster]

laeche and...reid?

Call it self preservation, call it paranoia, or even call it agoraphobia, whatever anyone wants to call it, the fact is a simple one; Reid makes an effort to stay where he is safe and sound in Koteus’s hive.

In the five years since he found himself stuck on Alternia, he can count on just his two hands the amount of times he’s left the safety of the secluded territory. Even then, most of that was moving from the safety of one hive to the next. Which is why his current existence at the farmer’s market just outside of the House of Restoration is such a marvel.

The trolls shuffling around him don’t even know they’re dealing with a tried and true homebody.

He stands awkwardly near a stand that claims to sell some sort of berry from some distant colony planet, cultivated here on Alternian soil.

An alien fruit, the only thing he has anything in common with aside from Alli, the person who got him all disguised up and dragged him out here in the first place.

they disappeared into the crowd ages ago, in his effort to find them he found himself here with this alien fruit.

Reid stares at the berries blankly, wondering what the chances of him being allergic to these orange raspberry shaped fruits might be. He isn’t allergic to regular berries, but alien, Alternian raised berries might prove to explode human heads or something.

Suddenly the edges of his vision start to blur and it feels like his heart is about to pound its way out of his chest.

The world starts spinning.

He needs to find Alli.

He turns on his heels and starts to go in the direction he last saw them go in.

Slam!

He walks directly into the chest of a stranger that must’ve been standing too close. Or maybe he took too big a stride.

All he knows is that briefly his world is engulfed in soft gray fabric and then two steady hands grip his shoulders and hold him in place, arms length apart.

“Hey, bud. Aren’t you going to get my name before motorboating me?”

The voice belonging to the pair of hands, laced in a bit of humor, grounds him, but just enough to realize he is standing much too close to a stranger. He pulls away quite dramatically and stares up at the troll.

Sweater with a fleet emblem, purple eyes, fuck.

All that’s missing is some facepaint.

Reid takes a half step back.

His eyes are kind, hands up to show he doesn’t mean any harm, with a slouch that indicates he is trying to portray a more lax stature.

Anyone can fake those things.

Reid’s eyes dart from the troll in front of him to the rest of the crowd milling through the market.

He must look like he is about to dart himself because the stranger sets a hand on his shoulder again.

“Hey. Stay with me kid. You don’t look so hot.”

“I need to find my friend.”

“Can’t even find your own feet.” He says with a small laugh, almost pitying in nature, as he gently guides Reid to sit at a curb. The panicked human does nothing to fight against it. His voice is actually pretty soothing. “Got a name?”

“Casper. My name is Casper.”

“Alrighty Casper. I’m Laeche. Lai’s good too. How about you take a drink of that water there and we sit here and wait for your friend together?”

Reid nods slowly, patting around for the water bottle hanging off of his backpack. When he finds and unclips it he drinks in big gulps while keeping his eye on the purple blood.

His heart thrums in his throat still.

Laeche.

He seems content to just sit there fiddling with his purchases for the day, then he takes out his phone and swipes through what must be a list, and back to fussing in his bags.

“It’s the craziest thing, Cas. I get back home for the first time in a handful of perigees, I got two brats sending me to the market for ingredients.”

“Is it laziness?”

“They love to boss me around.” He shakes his head. “Crazy, right?”

“I know the feeling.”

“Speaking of. Feeling better?”

Before Reid can answer, someone casts a shadow over the pair and Laeche adjusts himself to take a more defensive posture over him.

The figure speaks before he gets a chance to see.

“Casper!”

It’s Alli. Thank god. thank god he didn’t take off when he wanted to.

“Rorian! You disappeared.”

Just like that, the purple blood relaxes and continues to dig in his bag.

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” They rub the back of their head as they mumble their apology. Excitable nature temporarily muted to leave room for sincerity. “Did you make a new friend?!”

“This is Laeche.”

“Hola.” Laeche says with a half wave as he stands.

“Hola!” Is Alli’s enthusiastic reply. “Leaving already?”

“Yeah. I need to find some peppers. It’s been real, Casper. Rorian take good care of my buddy here, will you?”

“You got it, chief!”

As he walks by he mumbles something into Alli’s ear that Reid doesn’t quite catch. They immediately gasp and rip their backpack off to dig around for something in it.

“What’s up?” Reid asks with the tilt of his head, standing up now.

“Heh, uhm. Don’t freak out,” they request quietly, as calmly as they can, as they pull up a small jar of paint from the bag. “He said you’re sweating through on the back of your neck.”

#reid #laeche #alli #conversation meme #long post #askter #i didn't mean for it to be this long but i got REALLY IN THE ZONE #coko writes sometimes

[sasster]

Aelium! I heard you’ve been volunteering at HoR events? How are u fitting that into your clinic schedule? I don’t want u overworking yourself >:0

~) Y)x(u are s)x( sweet |

~) I have n)x(t been back t)x( the clinic t)x( d)x( m)x(re than paperw)x(rk |

~) Thuein th)x(ught this was a g)x()x(d time f)x(r me t)x( actually take that vacati)x(n I have been putting )x(ff |

~) ….I have been helping cheating and lending s)x(me helpful d)x(ct)x(ring t)x( the particularly apprehensive-t)x(-visit-a-d)x(ct)x(r members )x(f the church |

~) But it has been very nice |

~) Relaxing even |

#aelium #fantrollology #askter

[sasster]

He also seems to be friends with Mallum now

"As if that child were capable of making any meaningful connections beyond his own ego."

#redivi #anonymous #askter

[sasster]

Hm. Well I do like not dying. Let me just ask my dad real quick hang on ☝️🤓📱

(it's ringing)

Hi Maelia I got myself in trouble again

"Oh for fuck's sake!"

...

"Is that who I think it is? He's real lucky he's still capable of taking a breath without assistive devices as it stands already."

#emarra #maelia #roetrolls #askter

[sasster]

I send this ask to chase but orfuse in regards to Harlan fascinates me like I like him he’s my grampa but also I need to study him under a microscope do u get me

I read you loud and clear, Dox <3

Or perhaps, Jonah?

#anonymous #askter #Orfuse.. He’s an interesting one. I’m having fun playing him as the man he is rather than how history remembered him.

[sasster]

Spins on my head on your head

HOW IS SHE DOING THAT!!!!

#roetrolls #askter

[sasster]

Cylion, do you believe in redemption for people who have done others serious harm?

"If they are serious about seeking it, truly remorseful for the action, and not being flimsy about it, why not?"

#cylion #anonymous #askter

[sasster]

🗣 ALIZEA+ cylion

Remember a couple of days ago when you were like reblog the meme, I’m gonna send them. And I was like lol no >:)

I GUESS you win.

[doc if you need it]

Send me a (🗣️) + two muses on my blog, and I’ll make them have a conversation whether they know each other or not!

--

Ailzea does not always remember his dreams, in fact if anyone were to ask him in the waking world he would likely insist that he doesn’t have any at all. But this dream is different, as though the dream itself or an entity within is aware that it is a dream, and so the lucidity leaked out to him in turn.

Nothing particularly interesting is happening in the dream, he sits in front of the brightly colored mural that lines a portion of his property staring at his hands. It is strange that his hands are empty, surely his subconscious would build something to put into them.

He does not like that his hands are empty, but he does not move to change that. A part of him is not sure that he could move even if he wanted to.

The world is foggy around him, the fog partially obscures the non-descript mural that he has seen one hundred times, and time and space fold around each other and run together like a thick oobleck. If thought goes into dreams, the architect of this one did not put in that much effort.

Suddenly the priest is not alone anymore, joined by a winged troll that seems to materialize out of the fog. A yellow blood, also dressed in priestly garb, one of his eyes glows a brilliant blue.

The pair stare at each other in silence for an eternity.

When it becomes clear that the yellow blood is not going to break that silence, Ailzea elects to speak.

“Do I have business with you?”

“You do not.”

“Is this a social visit, then?”

The stranger says nothing as he moves closer to the seated priest, he seems largely uninterested in the interaction that he himself initiated, letting his gaze linger on his own nails.

Ailzea finds himself drawn to the left eye, shining so vividly among a background that feels like a poorly constructed memory. He thinks that he must be the aforementioned lazy architect.

“I will take that as a yes,” he says as he shifts over to make room for the stranger to sit. “What is your name then, my child?”

He sits and the tip of one of his wings brushes against Ailzea’s hand. The tickle causes his fingers to twitch.

“My name is Cylion,” he finally answers as he crosses his legs. “Cylion Lefera.”

Both men speak in soft tones, but his words crash into Ailzea like a truck. Though his face would never betray him, anxiety takes root in his stomach.

Lefera is a name that he has not heard in quite some time. A part of him hoped he might never hear it again.

“Lefera.” He echoes.

“I want to know what you did to my father.”

Ailzea’s fingers twitch again.

“Your father.”

“I am certain that you are familiar with him.” There is frustration building in his tone as he comes face to face with the fact that he may just not have the right amount of patience for this interaction.

Ailzea nods slowly.

“So, what did you do to him?”

“Nothing worse than what he has done.”

“This is a non-answer.”

“I have killed and returned your father twice.”

Cylion’s wings twitch, he is already agitated. Ailzea thinks he looks even more like his ancestor when he wears his anger.

He says nothing.

“You’ve killed hundreds of trolls!” He raises his voice, but not by much, while exasperation flexes both sets of his wings. “That didn’t turn them into monsters that lose the functions of their body parts, that lose themselves in fits of rage!”

The fog that surrounds them begins to tinge an insidious purple color, the young priest seemingly manifesting the very same rage.

“My child, this is the first I am hearing of his deterioration. Though I am sorry that this is the case, I have nothing to do with it. I did nothing to your father,” Ailzea starts to explain as the world around them becomes consumed by the fog. He can barely see the troll a few feet in front of him. “But he was always a slave to his aggression.”

“This is not helpful.”

“I know.”

Cylion pinches the bridge of his nose and growls in frustration.

“I am sorry I could not be more helpful.”

Abruptly, Cylion stands and scoffs, much of him is now obscured by the fog.

“Perhaps we can talk about this in the waking world.”

“Not a chance.” He spits back with venom.

Ailzea nods his understanding.

“I will not be remembering this dream, will I?”

“Of course not.”

They make direct eye contact and Cylion is fully engulfed, only the blue light from his eye lingers behind.

Ailzea wakes with a start, but settles back into the bed, the weight of his children wrapped around him rooting him to it. A thick fog clings to his brain as he tries and fails to remember something important.

#the restorer #cylion #byrdstrolls #askter #coko writes sometimes

[sasster]

🗣️ Colmea and Castor & Pollux perhaps?

Send me a (🗣️) + two muses (one has to be mine!), and I’ll make them have a conversation whether they know each other or not! -- Colmea never considered himself the type to have friends, not any that were particularly close at any rate, and because of that, he always finds it jarring when the people that consider him a close friend find excuses to come visit him.

He stands in the doorway, chewing on that thought, eyeing the pair of sharply dressed twins that summoned him from his research with their intrusion.

The blue eyed twin speaks first while the red eyed one looks around to see what’s new, deciding very quickly to duck under Colmea’s arm and enter his home without asking.

Naturally. What else was he expecting?

“We need your help.” Castor says, following closely behind his brother into the hive. “It’s not really that important, but we need you to weigh in.” Pollux finishes the sentence.

Colmea sighs, he wonders if they realize how annoying their manner of speaking can be, but he also knows better than to assume that they’ve ever cared about being a nuisance to the people that they are surrounded by.

 “Come on in.” The sarcasm slips from his lips before he can catch it, though he hardly tries.

“Thank you.” They say in unison.

“Mm.” He closes the door and turns to face them. “What is it that you need from me, exactly?”

“We want you to try the recipe.”

“You want to cook for me.”

“We want to cook, yes.” Castor corrects, the pair already setting up camp in his kitchen. He didn’t even notice that they were carrying their own knives and ingredients for whatever they wanted to do in his space. “In your kitchen.”

“I got that. Why my kitchen?”

“If we cook it in our kitchen,” Pollux starts. “It will be cold by the time we bring it to your kitchen.” Castor finishes.

Colmea runs through all the reasons why it might be, that they desperately need to have him try whatever it is that they’re making. It isn’t as though they are particularly close. Sure they share notes and sometimes they would watch Myriad for him when she was younger. Neverminding, even, that he was in attendance at their graduation, he is certain they are not that close.

Close enough to spring a new recipe on him?

“You seem confused, Doctor.” Castor observes, Pollux pulls up the necessary seasonings in the meantime.

“I am confused. Why are you so adamant about bringing food here at all?” He feels the furrow in his brow deepen.

“Well, where else would we celebrate your wriggling day?” They say at the same time.

#coko writes sometimes #long post #colmea #askter #catgirlmafia #conversation meme

[sasster]

Boogie were u ever part of the church? We know Thanat was... Did you guys join together, or was that an adult venture of his?

"I was! We started off in the same sect when we were itty bitty."

>He pinches his fingers about an inch apart and pitches his voice to exaggerate his and his twins itty bitty-ness.

"Original sect was a wash, though. And very small. And also! They didn't respect Nan's boundaries, so something had to be done about that."

>Then he closes the distance to simulate.. Flattening? Perhaps? Destroyed?

"Thanat thought we might entertain separate sects from then on, but we were very young when all of this happened."

#termia #roetrolls #askter #toddler has a meltdown and destroys your sect because you touched his brothers shoulder #more at eleven