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This is the part where I get to be exceptionally annoying!

Here is a cool queued post to tell you to follow the new blog because this is now the old one (I will not be deleting this blog because archival purposes)

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I Love This Girl, You See

Moonlight danced off the gentle waves of the ocean. Brilliant blues and soft purplish hues swaying side by side as Freaya Helian looked down upon it from her respiteblock's balcony. Normally she'd be marveling at the ocean's beauty, the serenity. But far too much was on her mind to properly enjoy it. Oh, how she was so deeply in love. In love for a woman she hadn't known for too long, but long enough for her heart to desire her more than anything. A sort of yearning she hadn't felt in sweeps. A "hopeless romantic" she labeled herself, falling horns over heels for someone only for them to be in love with another. Freaya gripped the little crown pendant on her shirt and stepped away from her balcony, stepping silently into her respiteblock with a heavy sigh passing through her lips. Oh to find a love that'll love her with such intensity. Oh to be loved by someone who's captured her heart so swiftly. Freaya walked over to a small, cozy loveseat in her room and dropped down into it, gripping the front of her ruffled shirt with both of her little hands. This girl's name flashed in her mind. "Keirra Kitkur". A dazzling star in the vast ocean of space. A beautiful soul who was a delight to talk to. Someone that Freaya seemed to just easily click with! Getting commissioned by this woman for some little plush, at the time, seemed like every other night. Getting commission work for some little object, be it a blanket, a stuffed toy, clothing or whatever else you could think of. That first interaction led to more, and those interactions led to more and more. Freaya enjoyed every moment of it. Getting to chat with someone who just... Seemed to understand her in a sense. "⋆｡°✩ Keirra Kitkur..." Freaya mumbled that name softly to herself and felt the heat rush to her cheeks. She was in love. It scared her, but she remained hopeful as well. She pushed up her opaque glasses, her eyes upcasted. She's felt this whole song and dance about a million and one times at this rate. Intense love for someone who's far out of her reach, although time and time again, she remained hopeful. Hopeful that maybe, just maybe... That someone would be her true love. "⋆｡°✩ Oh Helian... You're in over your head once again. Aren't you?" Freaya sighed softly and curled up in the loveseat, her soft pink eyes darkening with sadness. She just needed to hold out hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe... This girl would be her true love.

-> Mentioned Trolls <- Keirra Kitkur - @celestialtrolls

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mmmm Sketch and Stitch aesthetic <3 Freaya Helian x Keirra Kitkur [ @celestialtrolls ]

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Hunt The Hunter

Marzic flew low through the empty streets, sunlight glinting off his fluttering wings.

Having retained some traits of a rainbow drinker following the breaking of his curse, sunlight didn’t affect him- One of the very few boons of the many sweeps he’d suffered, sleepless, deathless, and slave to unnatural hunger.

He could hunt in the daylight anyway just by asking his lusus for that protection, but he supposed it was nice to maintain the effect himself.

Marzic was after one such mark today- Some mysterious killer, an undead more than likely. Trolls were disappearing during the day, and their bodies were never found.

Tracking was nearly impossible in the city, with its endless stretches of pavement. Marzic instead followed his instinct- Threads of an unusual sense that most trolls had very little of. Seeking those feelings of fear and hunger, and the shedding of blood.

He spied something in an alley. Blood and viscera, and something hunched over it.

Marzic landed near and approached. The alley was a dead end, likely used by the undead to corner its prey. Marzic would use it now for the same purpose.

The undead had noticed him before he even appeared at the alley entrance, but hadn’t moved. It stared at him as he stepped into view, still hunched over its kill.

Bright red eyes gleamed from dark, sunken sockets. The mouth split along the cheeks into a drooling, bloody maw, and hands twisted into black claws. A ghoul.

Marzic drew his sword, expecting the creature to attack at any moment. Mindless, lost to the overwhelming sensation of endless hunger.

The moment he moved the creature sprung- But not towards him. It bounded against the wall and jumped upwards, out of the alley.

Fleeing.

Marzic sheathed his sword. He couldn’t hope to keep up with the undead. Instead he stepped over to inspect the corpse.

There was nearly nothing left, just a few gore-covered bones and blood soaked tatters of clothing. Everything else had been eaten.

Marzic wrapped up the remnants in his cloak to bury. He’d carried worse with it.

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Darric adjusted the lamp above his work desk, and shuffled through the blueprints again. He’d have to triple-check his math again, as he usually did, but the first draft was more or less done. 

He missed sometimes, having others around to check his work. Though he hadn’t had that since he was an engineering student, sweeps ago now.

It was time to take a break, anyway. 

He pushed out his chair and shuffled out of his work room (which doubled as his bedroom, but it was a small apartment, what could he do). 

And yelped as he saw a troll pushing open the sliding glass door of his balcony.

Tall, with straight horns and shimmering blue wings. The same troll he’d seen in the alley a few days ago.

Before he could move, the troll had their sword drawn and the tip of it pressed to Darric’s throat. Darric slowly lifted his hands, swallowing hard.

He was about to die again, huh. And he didn’t think this troll would let him come back this time.

He tried to think of something to say as his final words. No one but this troll and Nayru would hear them. 

“I’m sorry.” It was barely a whisper, his throat tight with fear. The troll’s cold expression betrayed nothing.

And then they lowered their weapon, and sheathed it.

Darric’s gaze flickered around, wondering if there was something else that made the troll decide not to kill him. His half-assed apology for nothing couldn’t have been it. He slowly lowered his hands, hoping he wouldn't get skewered if he moved.

“How often do you kill?” The troll asked. Their voice was as beautiful as they were, calm and low. It somehow surprised him more than the question.

“Uh,” Darric said. “Every day.” He swallowed again. Hopefully that was not a murder-worthy answer.

“And how many?” The troll continued.

“...One. Maybe two.”

The troll hummed faintly. There was no sign of bloodlust in their eyes, not that Darric could see.

“You kill only to subsist, I take it.” Said the troll. 

“Yeah..? Kinda. Nothing really helps���I guess it gets worse if I don’t eat, but…” Darric trailed off.

“You’re a ghoul. Nothing will sate you. But you take to it better than most.” That almost sounded like a compliment.

“So…You’re not going to kill me?” Darric asked.

“You are not a monster.” The troll replied, and Darric felt a sense of doubt before they continued. “There are living trolls who relish in bloodshed, and kill more than you. The fact that you have to kill to survive does not inherently make you a monster.”

But what if I enjoy it, too? A little voice in Darric’s head asked. Like hell he was going to pit that against this troll's logic, though.

Flames suddenly flared along Darric’s shoulders, and Nayru appeared half-curled around his neck.

“Don’t listen to a word he says,” Nayru hissed, burning eyes fixed on the troll. “He’s fae.”

The troll seemed unbothered both by Nayru’s sudden appearance and his words. “I am a monster hunter.” He crossed a hand over his chest, and bowed to Darric. “I apologize for intruding, and for following you. If you can possibly hunt less often, I would advise it. You are drawing attention to yourself, and an undead hunter will find you eventually.”

As they straightened, the troll added. “Your companion doesn’t seem too able to protect you.”

Nayru gave a bad-tempered huff.

“No, I should be able to protect myself, that’s why.” Darric rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ease his own nerves. “You, uh… Know a lot about undead, though?”

“More than the layman.” The troll said, sounding somewhat dismissive.

“Can I ask you a few questions?”

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anyway im going to bed i leave you with this image of hereja with no other context

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hereja have you ever thought about working with other people? or are you forever solo in your work?

"I prefer to be alone. Others, especially the living, just piss me off to be around."

"Unfortunately, I haven't been lucky enough to avoid getting dragged into... mutually beneficial partnerships."

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And then, in one day, Hereja gained new sprites for the first time in EIGHT years.

About time! Her hair has grown a bit, and that cloak has been well and truly bleached by the desert sun. She's no closer to letting it go though.

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Sprites of Hirai (@/seraphicveins) commissioned by @/nethertrolls!

Thank you so much for commissioning me and for having my first sprite commission in years be so fun! Hirai's a really beautiful design, so sparkly and pink! I had a lot of fun drawing these! =w=)/

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Don't tell anyone your wishes or they won't come true? Quite the opposite, actually!

Deithr now has sprites again! She finally worked out how to conceal the orbs a bit better, accessorised more nicely and... Well, the big red and blue psionic eyes just weren't her thing, so she changed them! A normal thing for a regular troll to do. Obviously.

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How many times should you mourn your own death? Only the first? Perhaps a dozen? Every time? Or perhaps I should never have mourned it in the first place, since I have the audacity to breathe again.

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yaaay floaties

feel free to use these if they are applicable/helpful for you, no credit required yadda yadda just don't claim them as your own

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"Well, it's still here, so whoever it is, they're taking their time! Their loss! Just gotta wish that they don't come out in the next few minutes, because that would be TYPICAL!"

>You nod, reaching out for her to hand you her bags.

"No problem! I'll hold onto them! Do your thing!"

>Ah there she is. Was it you, or does she walk a little funny? Eh, probably just your imagination.

"I didn't see anyone who the car looked like it belonged to, though admittedly, I didn't have that much to go off of. Ehhhh, I think it's fine. I can do a quick sweep of the cameras if you can watch my bags for a moment. Shouldn't take more than 5 minutes."

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the more I hear about The Villa, the more I'm like, "yeah Teagan would fit in there surprisingly well" even though he'd never live there full time. Horrorterrors? reminds him of his mate's cult. Cannibalism? grew up with that. Out of sight out of mind? That's basically his psionics. Weird secrets and danger? He grew up in a place called the Murder Woods and most of his friends are weirdos by troll standards

There have been people who come and go from The Villa! Such as Calsipher, who belongs to @/lashysdomain and Calari from @/celestialfantrolls Cal tends to come in and out of The Villa to spend time w/mainly Rhyian [Sometimes Actias and Dior as well] while Calari's hive is somewhere NEARBY The Villa. So, in all fairness Teagan can 100% just come in and out of The Villa granted he'd led there BY someone. You can't quite enter The Villa unless you're guided there. Or you happen to be born there [Like Rhyian was] I have yet to come up with a reason as to WHY you need to be guided into The Villa to discover it, most likely some anomalous bullshit but I'll eventually figure it all out. A lot of this stuff is still up in the air, some things haven't been properly fleshed out yet. But eventually!

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>Very optimistic of her, you're not sure your manager would agree. Either way, you spend the next half an hour putting away discarded carts and doing some general tidying of the car park while you wait. You've been uncharacteristically quiet while doing it too, thinking about what method would be best to toss a car at least half a mile. After all, your powers are not like normal yellow psionics, you can't just throw things like them.

>When you return to the scene of the impending crime, you are shopping cartless, walking like a mostly regular person, if a regular person was dealing with slightly less gravity than normal.

>You wave at the blueblood as she comes back out, although you're staying back, just out of view of the surveillance camera.

"Looks all good to me!"

>Good thing these are video-only CCTV feeds.

"Fired? No way. If anything, you're helping them make room for more customers! But hell yeah! I'll keep an eye out for anyone who just looks dickish while I'm in there shopping."

>Oh wow, just look at her go. It really would be nice to see more people react this way to the crazy things you say. Before she gets too far out of view, you give her a quick wave and then head inside to do your grocery shopping.

>While inside you stay on the prowl for anyone who looks especially like a douche. Unfortunately, most trolls here kind of look like that, as you silently judge them while stalking down the aisles with your cart. Eventually, a half hour of shopping goes by and you have your groceries in bags hanging off your arms.

>When you walk out, you head back to where the car was parked. Luckily for you, and unluckily for whoever this car belonged to, it was still there. You also scan the area for your little floating friend.

"Plan still a go?"

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"Yeah! As long as I don't get fired, it's fair game to me! Let's do it! This guy can get his just desserts!"

>Your trolley skids back and does a little spin with a decent amount of clattery metal sounds, her excitement is infectious. You really are easily influenced... Oh well, even if you get caught, you'll just have to move out while you find somewhere new.

"Yeah yeah, do your grocery shopping first! I'll still be out here when you're done. Maybe see if you can scout the owner and make sure he's not coming out for a while too~"

>You can practically see the gears turning in her head as she thinks it over. At first, you probably confused the heck out of her, but she was definitely going through some scenarios in her head. While waiting, another 'great' idea pops into your head, but you wait for her first response before you throw anything else at her.

"Oh, for real!? Really really? No one ever indulges me! It's a deal! I can wait half an hour."

>Then it suddenly hit you, the reason you were here in the first place. Your other grand idea will have to wait; don't want to overwhelm her.

"I've actually got a bit of grocery shopping to do. It won't take more than half an hour. Should I meet you back out here when I'm done?"

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>You tilt your head slightly as she leans in, your ear twitching slightly as she talks right into it.

"Huh...?"

>You stare at her in shock for a few moments, and then back to the car, and then back at her. You're going through the possibilities in your head. But you and her are already right next to this car, even if the camera gets taken out now, it's surely going to be obvious...

>Oh but it would be so fun to just throw it... And you're even being encouraged. It wouldn't do any HARM, as long as no one gets hit by the landing...

"Half an hour."

>You hop into the air, floating backwards to go and sit back in your shopping cart that you'd abandoned, before gently having it roll back to where you were standing.

"If they haven't come back for their car in 30 minutes, and then you destroy the cameras, I'll do it."

>You nod resolutely. That's your compromise. Then that means that when they checked the camera, there would be a period of time between you being spotted beside the car, and it 'mysteriously disappearing'.

>As she talks, a really dumb idea goes through your head and a stupid grin crosses your features. When she's done talking, you lean in and whisper in her ear mischievously.

"Hey, so, it you realllly do want to just yeet that car, I can help you out. Just gimme a sec and I can destroy the cameras for you. Plus, I think it'd be rad to see a car getting chucked."

>You're practically wiggling with excitement at the idea of doing something idiotic and getting to see something super awesome. It's unlikely that she'll want to di it, but you don't give up hope right away.

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>Oh, open hands. That's to show she isn't wielding a weapon, you're pretty sure. You start coming around the car a little, slowly descending until you're low enough that stretching out your legs brings you back to standing on the ground like a normal person a few paces in front of her.

"Oh, cool! Sorry, I thought I'd got caught. Well, I guess I did get caught, but not by the person I thought I was going to be caught by!"

>You visibly relax a little bit, glancing back to where you'd put the car down. You hadn't moved it that far from the original position, although it is far enough that when the owner returns, they might be confused and doubt reality for a little bit.

>A grin reaches your face as she talks about throwing the car.

"Honestly, it's tempting to just toss it! I definitely could do that! Easy peasy! But I think they'd make my manager check the CCTV and then I'd be in biiiiig trouble! Same with stealing it. I don't even know what I'd do with a car like this!"

>You just sort of watch her in confusion and amazement, for a few different reasons, until she notices you. At her reaction, you grin slightly and raise both your hands open palm in a show of peace.

"Woah, woah, hey. Sorry for scaring you. But no, it's not my car, and the person who parked it like that seems like they're probably an ass. Honestly, if I could telekinetically move things like that I'd just yeet that car outta here. It would teach them not to park like a dick again."

"By the way, I definitely wouldn't say a thing if your intention was just to take that car for yourself either."