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goddesstrolls · 28 days
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>> You kneel in an alley, murmuring the last rites to send the lost souls you've gathered tonight to the afterlife.
>> Some of them try to cling to you, desperate to stay. If you didn't know their cruel fate, you'd leave them. They don't even realize how badly they've been wounded by the miasma as it is, having lost almost all sense of self save for the strongest emotions and bonds they felt in life.
>> You finish the rite and straighten, lifting your head to look towards the narrow slice of overcast sky you can see from the alley. You've been working all night, and you've still hardly made a dent in the ghost miasma here.
>> A step at the alley entrance catches your attention, and you turn your head, wondering who else might seek respite in a dark, damp alley. And hoping they don't see fit to start a fight with you for being here first...
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cloudbattrolls · 4 months
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"Yes, yes, of course I do that, didn't you see the sign?"
You try to keep your voice as pleasant as possible, but it's hard to not sound a little exasperated with the lack of reading comprehension some trolls have.
You telekinetically lift one of your nicer pens from your little display stand (that has a few mundane and magical objects for sale) to tap said sign, the writing implement softly aglow with a red aura.
"Lost objects. Forgotten information. Warnings of danger. Protection from psychic attack - yes, even clowns' voodoos. If you want something that's not on there, I'll see what I can manage if you give me details."
All things you can pass off as psychic powers, if there's some hidden imperial among the little crowd of possible buyers. Not that you're the tiniest bit psychic; telekinesis's all you've got on the psiionic front. But there are a few trolls out there with multiple powers, so you can usually get away with it.
Now if someone would just buy something instead of browsing until you all wither up and die of old age, that would really make your night.
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celestialtrolls-moved · 9 months
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>Back at this haunt again. You're sitting in the furthest, darkest corner of a pub, a small glass of wine sitting on the table, being completely ignored while you stare into space out towards the window into a side road beside the pub.
>It's not busy in here, but there are a few people lurking around, chatting, drinking, playing songs on a stuttery old jukebox over near the bar. You're just here to use the place as background noise while you think. It's too quiet where you live, there's no one around for ages.
>You're conscious of the things going on around you despite not focusing on what's visible to you, but it still somewhat catches you by surprise as you hear footsteps getting closer to your table.
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trolloled · 3 months
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=> Things are really going to hell in a handbasket lately - at least, based on the weird shit that Ullane asks for your opinion on.
=> Sometimes you still pass by that golem waiting in storage in the clinic. You still detest the thing, but sometimes you wonder if the idea could be put to a less horrific use.
=> You pace back and forth, fairly slowly, in front of the entrance to a local scrapyard. Premium parts simply aren't affordable, and most of your money is going towards your current project.
=> Should you even bother getting secondhand junk from inside? Just looking past the gate, you feel like you already need a tetanus shot. You grimace, stopping and casting a glance at a troll who is passing next to the entrance of the place.
"You ╪here. You planning on going in?"
"Know if ╪here's any usually of value in ╪here? Or a/\/\ I be╪╪er off losing /\/\y ar/\/\ ╪o flesh ea╪ing bac╪eria so/\/\ewhere else?"
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nihils-trolls · 5 months
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=> You sit in a fairly calm café, at one of the tables nestled in the corner by the front window. Being here enough times means the barista knows your order already, and can actually notice you're there without effort on your part.
=> The same can't be said about anyone else, but you don't mind. The privacy that going unnoticed in plain sight affords you is nice. Kind of like you're actually invisible, despite being as tall as you are. Which means you can enjoy the rainy night without being bothered.
=> Er. Well, so you thought.
=> Another troll sits down at the table across from you, presumably because they thought this one was free. Happens more often than not though, you should expect this by now.
"Uh, hi. Can I help you or something?"
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videcoeur · 3 months
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Let there be a judge, jury and executioner
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Judge meme! Because I haven't done one of those in so very long! What's fun with him is that you get 3 different personalities. Which one will you get? The serious fleet general? The bloodthirsty gladiator or the casual flirt?
18+ only please, I don't interact with minors :) No need to be mutuals and no need to be in the homestuck fandom either. Let Cretus give you his Honest First Impression Opinion of your character!
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celestialtrolls · 3 months
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"Ah... You've gotta be kidding."
>You are standing in front of what used to be a small grocery store, one you visited semi-regularly, but right now, it looks more like a the set of a horror movie. The glass door is smashed and boarded up hastily, hiding the contents of the store from most people.
>But even someone who can't see inside might be able instead to smell the blood. Either way, you've got stuff to buy, and this was the closest place.
"Sorry, coming in..."
>You reach into the door, grabbing the edge of one of the chipboard panels and twisting it out to make a hole big enough for you to put your hand inside to reach the lock.
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raitrolling · 11 months
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=> Sitting outside is a nice change of pace to your current routine of working through most of the night and studying for your university classes during the day, but being the busybody that you are, you can’t properly enjoy the moonlight without having something to do.
=> So, you’ve taken your laptop and all your medical school notes outside with you to the local park, so you can continue your studies in the fresh air. You’re probably driving your poor matesprit mad with the amount of stressing out you’ve been doing over your Finals coming up, so it’s for the better that you do spend some time away from your apartment while also not sacrificing valuable free time. 
=> There is a slight breeze in the air, so you’ve weighed down your handwritten notes as best as possible with your phone. Unfortunately, right as you’ve picked up your phone to answer a text from one of your patients asking if they can re-schedule an appointment, a stronger gust of wind breezes through the park, picking up a number of your precious study notes.
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.. Ah...! Oh no, oh no...! ..
=> You say to yourself as you scramble out of your seat and attempt to chase after the papers blowing in the wind. 
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tempi-fantrolls · 1 year
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Hello Fantroll Community!!!
Hi! My name is Tempi and I’ve been doing fantrolls for a while.
You may know me from things like the “Fantroll Art for the Artless” Giveaway, my tendency to get commissions from like everyone, or possibly one of these dudes
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I recently took a long hiatus from this blog but now I’m back and it seems I need to find some active blogs to follow.
Please reblog this if you’re in the Fantroll Community and I’ll check out your blog! ouo)b
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12thperigeeball · 6 months
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Addressing Concerns
Hey, everyone. It is your most elusive member of the Ball Squad(TM), Chiron!
We have noticed some concerns regarding Sogno Dell'Arlecchino being current leading theme in the poll for Ball 2k23. I'll get right out the gate and let you all know that we intend to host one (1) more poll with the leading contenders hosting here on Tumblr to slim down the pickings and ensure the most beloved option truly does win. We have one hell of a pool this year and understand it's a lot to pick from. It's crucial that we get this right, right?
We've seen some people express that themes can be limiting for them. Knowing this, we want to stress that being on theme is completely optional and only exists as something to expand upon the fun and add some visual flare. Staying on theme only matters if you plan on submitting a troll to run for Couturier. You are free to do whatever you want, even for the King or Queen runnings, and always have been.
Regardless of theme, do not feel afraid to let your troll attend. The theme possibly being carnevale-inspired does not make it indigo exclusive. Nor does it make the event a trap or bloodbath for clowns to paint the walls rainbow. Ideally, they're also around to have a good time at a major cultural event. The theme is simply set dressing, do not sweat it if it is not your cup of tea!
If being on theme is a concern, there's so many options that can be found with just a little bit of research. You're allowed to have your own interpretation on things and portray that in what your troll wears. Hell, even I plan on doing something that's not Bozo-esque if I find the time to make art this year. And consider: this might be the only chance for your troll to do the funniest, most ironic thing possible if they are truly so anti-clown. Or! They can take part in the anti-clown protests at the ball. This potential theme comes with a takeover subplot in which our beloved host is abducted.
TL;DR Just have fun, y'all. The ball has always been about fun. We do not and have not ever moderated outfits or the way that people roleplay and interact with the event, so long as they're not inappropriate. Get wild and treat it however you want.
We see and hear your concerns and will do our best to make sure the most beloved theme does come out on top. Don't forget that voting ends at 10PM EST on November 4th. Then there will be a secondary vote coming up and that can provide a chance for a different theme to take the lead.
Best,
Mod Chiron
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stuckstucktrolls · 1 year
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Teagan sat at the front of the shrine after a long cleaning session inside. Light snow had fallen but not to the point it would be a problem getting back to Oz's. He considered going back inside to make himself some tea when he saw another troll past where the gateway should be if he'd gotten it fixed.
He couldn't tell if it was someone he recognized or not in the hazy air. They might just pass by or they might get closer. But Teagan decided to stand up and not use his psionics to hide his presence.
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goddesstrolls · 9 months
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>> You stand in the side room of your shop, over a ring scrawled in your black blood. You're performing a minor version of this ritual; Communion with entities of the shadow plane. Your blood and the deer carcass you left in the center of the ring serve as offerings.
>> ...You hear the door to your shop open despite the fact that you locked it. The shop- Which appears in strange places and abandoned storefronts- Must have decided that they really needed something that you could provide.
>> You ignore the visitor despite being the only one to man the shop and continue your muttering, which carries through the curtain in the main part of the shop.
>> Directly across from the entrance is a heavy wooden counter loaded with mostly with scrolls and books with a curtained doorway behind the counter. To the right is the curtain partitioning the side room off from the rest of the shop; To the left are various shelves and display tables cluttered with strange books, odd-looking potions, parts of monsters and magical creatures, and a variety of both strange and mundane seeming items and trinkets. Another door practically juts out into the shop, this one closed. The shop space continues through a narrow hallway, which widens only slightly into a continued area of various items.
>> Your guest will simply have to wait for you to be finished...Or dare to interrupt. They won't be able to take anything; The door will lock itself and there are no windows to speak of. The shop is dimly lit by hanging sconces.
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bastsoldtrollblog · 2 years
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> You meander down the aisles of a library, looking for nothing in particular.
> You were advised to pick up a new hobby or two. Fill your time, find something you enjoy.
> You don’t think it’s going to help. Nothing matters to you anymore, you’ve lost the passion you had 200 sweeps ago. The only passion you have is a ‘profound’ hatred for just about everything, yourself included.
> Your deep bitterness aside.
> You slide a book of poems off the shelf.
> It’s in the wrong spot, and it looks interesting anyway. You open it up to a random page, reading through...
> Someone else sidles into the aisle, and you look up for a moment, glancing sidelong at them.
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celestialtrolls-moved · 8 months
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"Hm, I thought it was going well, but I ended up being asked to leave a grocery store because I was apparently 'freaking people out' with my appearance..."
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trolloled · 9 months
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> Another night, another mind numbingly boring shift completed. Aside from the angry people upset at the upcharged milk, as if you could set the damn prices.
> You traipse down the same path you’ve taken more than a hundred times, barely paying any attention to where you’re going. There’s some people here and there, but you can easily avoid walking into them without having to rely on future you saying how to avoid a black eye.
> You breeze by an open alleyway, then pause at the sound of violent clattering coming from within it. You hesitate a moment, then double back to chance a look down it. Against your better judgment, you feel at least safe enough to call out:
“///Yo, anyone dy/ng slowly back there /n some manner of cl/che?“
“///L/ke, d/d you get shot /n a mugg/ng? /s battroll be/ng hatched?”
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nihils-trolls · 8 months
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=> You sit down cross-legged in a forest clearing, violin at playing position with your chin resting on it. Straightening your posture, you think for a moment on what you want to play- ultimately deciding on something.
=> Sure, you could be doing this at hive. But it's a bit stuffy in there right now, so you've come here to get some air. Besides, this place just relaxes you and inspires your best. Your usual spot.
=> Fireflies glow about aimlessly with moonlight filtering through the canopy- it's almost like a scene from some movie as you bow the strings. Peaceful.
=> ... Though, something's not quite right. You feel like there's someone else nearby, and that gets you to stop suddenly about half-way through the piece. Slowly coming to a stand, you look around the clearing to find what or who set you off.
=> Somewhat frozen, you don't know whether to wait for them to reveal themselves or just run off. (Gods know you're not going to say anything yet.)
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