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@commanderkarkat HELLO

I'm mod Aseret, aka @lucifurlaurens, but you can call me Laurens or Idate

Phorgstuck is a roleplay that I created on Discord which consists of 4 bards, 4 thieves and 4 princes who received a copy of a game they never heard about before (read: SGRUB)

This blog's other mods are the roleplayers! Not everyone is here, but we have a pinned post talking abt the kiddos.

The troll who sent those, Aqtufi, is a fuchsiablood from a doomed session who wanted to give to their kind a second chance. They picked this three classes specifically because of their now gone friends, who were murdered or died during the game.

Things started to "go down", you could say, after the Prospit Ball, an event hosted on Prospit as a celebration with both dream moons. There was an attack in middle of the event, and many of the dreamselves were killed. Some also went to prison (but they escaped because Love Wins). After that, tension began to build up, and both moons declared war.

The session also began to "glitch", as the game was severely damaged. With that, a player which didn't take part of the original session joined them; their name being Luxioh Viridi. Even tho he didn't receive a SGRUB copy nor did he plan on participating, the game's failed system made him appear there.

Some players (Baylie and Leviat) also died. Baylie's dream self was killed by a Prospit guard, as they were a Dersite who went to their moon to find their friend (Leviat), unaware of the declarations of war and the other moon's rage. Their "real" self war killed by one of the consorts, which claimed that the Prince of Breath could bring

Leviat's Prospit self died trying to protect/wake up one of their friends. They freaked out after remembering that irl (while they were on Achlys' house), they died while fighting with Lillie, a friend and also one of the trolls in the session.

But Leviat is a dual-dreamer so there's a chance of them coming back if they god-tier.

mEANWHILE Zinkaa, our Time player, realized that oh shit ectobiology is a thing and asks for Luxioh and Camrin to help her out with it. The three are vibin on da meteor and doing that shit.

There is more but I don't think that I'd manage to get everything here.

Unfortunately, the rp has kinda died now, but it is super fun and I love it. I'm still making other discord fansessions tho, like Naturally Chaotic, but we need a bunch'a more peeps for it ahah.

Shameless advertising, if anyone wan join Naturally Chaotic, here's a link.

https://discord.gg/YEvSEVYV63

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You heard God, guys. Phorgstuck canon.

I came to ask for fantroll canonization for all creators out there bc we got a whole planet to fill

ALL FANTROLLS ARE CANON HOMESTUCK CHARACTERS.

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[ID: A completely black image with the words “here’s the thing.” on it in purple. End ID.]

[ID: A digital drawing in a simple, lineless style of a troll from Homestuck from the neck up looking away with an unhappy expression. She has long black hair with a violet streak in the bangs, fins, and horns that curve out and then in again. Violet text to her left says “I can’t do anything right,” End ID.] (All further images are digital drawings in a lineless style.) 

[ID: The same image as before, but now the troll has shorter hair (chin-length) and the text says “I can’t do anything right, try as I absolutely totally might.” End ID.]

[ID: A drawing of a troll looking directly at the camera. She has dark gray facepaint covering half her face and with a swirly pattern where it stops, long black hair, and horns that curve backwards. The same face is repeated behind her, slightly faded and with white eyes. Purple text at the top and bottom of the image says “The bones are melting, the skeleton is ash”. End ID.] 

[ID: A drawing of a troll looking down with a happy expression. They have short fluffy black hair, horns that curl forward, and are wearing a blue shirt, although we can’t see past their shoulders. Black splatters are scattered across the lower half of the image, in a way that indicated the troll is looking in the direction of the splatters. Blue text says “the clavicle detaches and falls with a deafening crash.” End ID.]

[ID: The same troll as before, but now they look angry and are pointing at something off-camera. Blue text says “And I’m not your protagonist”. End ID.]

[ID: The troll with the violet in her hair from the first pictures is now shown again, with her hand on her cheek, looking thoughtful and unhappy. Violet text above her reads in parentheses “I’m not even my own.” End ID.]

[ID: A close-up of a troll’s face. Their horns go straight out and then curve up, and their hair is a short bob. Their mouth is open and their eyes have been replaced with the Void symbol, which looks like a spiral without the center. A pattern of static and blocks of color has been overlaid to give a glitching effect. Blue text at the top and bottom of the picture reads “I don’t know anything/I don’t even know what I don’t know.” End ID.]

[ID: A series of beige and light green lines indicate the shape of trees. Green text at the bottom of the picture reads “and if you look outside you’ll see disintegrating trees”, but the “disintegrating trees” has an echo effect to it. End ID.]

[ID: A purposely pixelated image of a small troll standing in front of a green background. Due to the pixels, the only details shown are a black shirt, gray pants, and short hair. Red text at the bottom reads “the artificial way the sunlight bounces off the waxy leaves”. End ID.]

[ID: A drawing of a troll standing with her hands held together in front of her. She is wearing a gray hoodie with a pink pocket, black pants, and fuchsia shoes. Her hair is about elbow-length, she has fins, and her horns curve towards each other and are decorated with gold circlets that are linked together. She has splatters of gold on her pants, hoodie, and shoes, and looks upset. Fuchsia text at the top reads “My heart catches on every thorn”. End ID.]

[ID: A drawing of a troll with horns that loop and short, messy hair smiling and looking forward. She’s wearing a purple jacket and is holding the hands of another troll, who we can only see the head of. The other troll has gold blood on them and has four horns which are curvy and black hair that covers their eyes. Stairs are outlined behind the first troll, and fuchsia text reads “You’re already halfway out the door.” End ID.]

[ID: The fuchsia troll is now looking away. Fuchsia text reads “And I have never looked so old.” End ID.]

[ID: The drawing of the troll in the purple jacket again. She is now also looking away and not smiling. Red text at the top of the image reads “and i have never been so cold”. End ID.]

[ID: A drawing showing the fuchsia troll and the one in the purple jacket facing each other in profile, not showing any of their faces. The troll in the jacket is shown to be dragging the body of another troll with four horns, a white coat, black shirt, black shoes and gray pants. There’s gold spots going from the fuchsia troll to the other two. Text fading from fuchsia to red at the top says “and it is 85 degrees.” Gold text with a drippy effect at the bottom says “I don’t know what I need.” End ID.]

[ID: A black background with a wheel of images on it. The images, going counterclockwise from the left, are a gold spiral, a teal circle with three squiggly lines extending from it, a stylized pair of wings in brown, two blue horizontal wavy lines, two vertical red wavy lines, a stylized jade green sun, a purple gear, a olive heart, a stylized fuchsia angry face, a dark blue line with three more lines extending down from it, a simplified violet skull, and a blue spiral without a middle. End ID.]

[ID: A close up of a cup of tea sitting on a bunch of gray rectangles with wavy lines coming off of it indicating steam. Blue text above it reads “There’s lukewarm mango sweet hibiscus tea” End ID.]

[ID: A drawing of a completely gray person lying on their back staring up. They have two blue antennae which form diamond shapes and a yellow stripe across their face and three gray marks on the stripe, indicating eyes. A very large orange cat is partially shown off to one side. Dark blue text at the top reads “on the hot garbage pile in which i fucking sleep”. End ID.]

[ID: A drawing of the troll with four horns, a white coat, and a black shirt, standing upright with their hands to their head and an angry expression. The place where eyes would normally be drawing is a blur of pink and bright blue, and bright pink and blue scribbles are drawn all around them. Gold text says “The walls are empty/It’s so ugly/I could burn the whole place down.” End ID.]

[ID: The troll with horns that go out and then curve up and a black bob is looking offscreen with a concerned expression. Behind them is a blue gradient and spots of blue are going across the picture. Blue text at the bottom says “It wouldn’t catch, cause all the posters are on their way to my hometown.” End ID.]

[ID: A close up of the troll with four horns. Their tongue is sticking out. Their hair covers their eyes, but a faint blue and pink glow is shown coming out from underneath it. They are surrounded by pink hearts and gold stars, some of which have bright pink or blue x’s through them. Gold text reads “And I am not your protagonist.” End ID.]

[ID: A troll with horns that curl forward, a black bob, and an orange scarf is touching a feather quill to a piece of paper. A thick yellow swirl is coming out of the paper and fading to white behind them. Brown text in the white reads “(I’m not even my own...)” End ID.]

[ID: A drawing of a troll sitting on a rooftop. The drawing is from far away, so there’s few details, but the troll is wearing a teal hat with earflaps. Teal text reads “I don’t know anything, I don’t even know, what I don’t know.” End ID.]

[ID: Black lines indicate trees with leaves falling. Gray lines of various shades are all around the black lines, giving it a blurry or shaky effect. Blue text at the top reads “And if you look outside you’ll see, disintegrating trees.” End ID.] 

[ID: A picture of a leaf with several overlays and edits to make it appear glitchy. Green text reads “The artificial way the sunlight bounces off the glitching leaves”. End ID.]

[ID: A picture of a troll crying olive tears as they hold out a necklace with a silver heart pendant in front of them. Their teeth are pointy and we can’t see their horns. A pink glow comes from the silver heart. Green text reads “My wet heart catches on every thorn.” End ID.]

[ID: A troll in a purple dress with long black hair and horns that wave backwards is smiling with a sad expression as they reach up to words. Their eyes are fading to white. Their hand is covered in purple and is touching purple words on a door that read “youre already halfway out the door.” End ID.] 

[ID: The drawing is divided into three parts vertically. The first shows a close up of a troll frowning. Their eyes are obscured and the background underneath their face is blue. Blue text above them says “And I’m so” and fuchsia text below them says “tiny.” The second shows a troll’s face with their eyes obscured smiling widely. The background is purple. Purple text above reads “And so” and red text below reads “old”. The third is a face with blue and pink x’s in place of eyes and a slightly open mouth. The background is blue. White ext over the face reads “and god it’s never been so cold.” (god is in green.) Gold text below reads “cold”. End ID.]

[ID: A black background with “And it is 85 degrees” in white. End ID.]

[ID: A black background. The text “I don’t know what I need” in a gradient of colors is in the middle, surrounded by hands. The hands are as follows, clockwise from left; a gray hand pointing, a red hand reaching down, streaked with gold, a fuchsia hand with gold splatters in a fist, an olive hand forming half a heart, a violet hand with black fingernails, a blue hand fading into black, a teal hand giving a thumbs up, a purple hand pointing, a green hand with a glitchy effect, a blue hand and a gold hand touching each other (the gold hand has bright blue and pink lines around it), and a brown hand that is covered in slashes of black and gray. End ID.]

PHEW this took me uhhhh literal months?? but here it is! the official Phrogstuck Lyricstuck to Sweet Hibiscus Tea by Penelope Scott!!

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hi <3 i wrote a bad end au piece for phanta!! this is like,,, the worst possible version of her lmao. idk why but im really proud of this actually so here ya go!

tws for past death and for blood

“i made new cl0o0thes!!” you say. Leviat’s eyes very slowly open and close. Your smile widens. Leviat sort of slumps. You almost frown, but correct yourself. Smile wider. Poke them upright. You hear anxious scuttling noises behind you. “0o0h,, st0o0p being silly!!” you call to your consorts. “theres n0o0thing t0o0 be aFraid 0o0F here!! just tw0o0 Friends hanging 0o0ut in a F0o0rest!!” You beam at them. The blood is seeping into your shoes. “y0o0u really need t0o0 st0o0p that,,” you gently reprimand Leviat. “its gr0o0ss!! it scares pe0o0ple!!” Leviat wouldn’t care about scaring people.  “Xo? Xaybe they have good reason to be scared,” they’d probably say. For both of your convenience, you pretend they said that. “g0o00o0d p0o0int,,” you admit. For a minute, you let your smile drop and slump to the ground beside your friend. “leviat,, am i scary??” You can practically hear them sigh in exasperation. You look up, hopeful— But they’re staring blankly ahead, unmoving. Unblinking. Happy, you remind yourself. You stand up. Smile. “y0o0ure right!! it d0o0esnt really matter.” Leviat doesn’t answer. You smile. You taste blood. You put a hand to your mouth. Oh—your lip is bleeding. Wow! You’re so happy it physically hurts! That’s like, a whole new level of happy! Clearly you were right, and it doesn’t really matter. “mm.. i sh0o0uld pr0o0bably drink s0o0me water,,” you say thoughtfully. You glance back at Leviat. “ill be right back. d0o0nt g0o0 anywhere!!” You laugh at your own joke as you leave them behind, still leaning against the tree where they died.

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me: *sees a ghost* omg are you dead

the ghost: of corpse

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Do you ever look back at what you did and think how you managed to create such a masterpiece?

Do you ever wonder how it'd be like if you didn't spill so much Blood for it?

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phrogstuck characters as bad zazzle t-shirts

here's the link where i got the t-shirts from

zessac

(a gray shirt with the words “what is the wifi password”)

phanta

(A white shirt with a picture of a sloth and the words “live slow, die whenever”)

kriren

(a yellowish-orange shirt with the words “thats nice but what if those two characters were boyfriends”)

leviat

(a yellow shirt with the words “WELCOME to the vortex of futility”)

airwan

(a green shirt with the words “you had me at hewwo”)

luxioh

(a green shirt with the words “everything happens so much”)

camrin

(a light blue shirt saying “i have done a lot of stupid things out of loneliness”)

achlys

(a blue shirt with the words “anime? hm. anime with the barest sprinkling of pretentious/entry-level philosophical concepts? let me at it”) idk if achlys actually watches troll anime this just has the right Energy

baylie

(a dark blue shirt with the words “you know when you think about it your teeth are the only part of your skeleton you can really touch”)

zinkaa

(a red shirt with the words “clowns need at least five gentle touches a day to feel connected and appreciated”)

avrune

(a black shirt with the words “please leave me alone but don’t ignore me get out of here love me”)

lillie

(a red shirt saying “i can and will destroy”)

bonus: tibby

(a yellow hat with a line drawing of a frog saying “nothing is forever”)

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The days usually passed quickly on this planet, but today the time dragged on mercilessly as the fuchsiablood stared at their clock for the 15th time now.

Don't get them wrong, it isn't like they particularly enjoy the night either. Those are both the same on their vision, as they aren't allowed to leave their hive anyway. But sometimes, one would visit them and, for a limited time, sooth the many worries which swirled around their head.

A moment of peace, in such a disturbing epoch.

Their name, you ask? Aqtufi Terjis, one of the few trolls scattered around the chaotic place that once was a home. Unlike the original stories which were passed by, this nameless land was ruled by a dictator which didn't care for Its followers. One could call It cruel, others heartless.

Yet, without the command of a leader and the broken system, the fragile strings holding everything in place broke. Even if someone attempted to stablish order again, they would be severely wounded or mocked.

They were one of the few who gave up on trying. Instead of wasting energy and risking their life outside, Aqtufi would spend their days on their safe place, silently praying for an opportunity to leave, even tho they were aware that all hope was lost.

Minutes became hours, and laying down on the floor, with little to nothing to distract themselves, Aqtufi closed their eyes and gave a sigh to themselves.

They wish they could give a second chance to their kind.

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Phorgstuck: The Players!

✰ PHANTA MASGOR ┊phantasmalGamer [PG] ✰ 👻 info: burgundy blood, prospit, bard of life 👻 pronouns: she/her or they/them 👻 interests: gaming, doodling, death and the afterlife

PG: that s0o0unds like a bad idea and i say that as s0o0me0o0ne wh0o0 ate a leg0o0 0o0nce

✰ KRIREN RHIASE ┊ensnaredLotus [EL] ✰ 📔 info: bronze blood, derse, bard of hope 📔 pronouns: he/him or they/them 📔 interests: journalling, card games and sleep 

EL: wait shit sorry no- don't touch that- anything but that- not the poster of Troll Edward do not touch that I swear if you go near that I'm-

✰ LEVIAT TYPHON ┊stitchutoryFelony [SF] ✰ 🧸 info: gold blood, prospit/derse, prince of space 🧸 pronouns: they/them 🧸 interests: puzzles, plush making and cleaning

SF: Xoodie goodie gumdrops! SF: Xhat was the first time in a while I used an exclamation mark. Xever again.

✰ ZESSAC ┊alternationsBane [AB] ✰ ⚙️ info: robot, derse, bard of blood ⚙️ pronouns: they/them ⚙️ interests: building and music

AB: fuck you ass gods

✰ AIRWAN TIGREA ┊byakkoClawable [BC] ✰ 🧶 info: olive blood, prospit, thief of heart 🧶 pronouns: they/them 🧶 interests: ship art, romance movies, yarnballs and stealing prey

Airwan: H3y h3lp m3 h3r3 you s1upid plush m3owb3as1!!

✰ LUXIOH VIRIDI ┊cosmotellurianGhost [CG] ✰ 🃏 info: jade blood, prospit, prince of life 🃏 pronouns: he/him or they/them 🃏 interests: reading, card games and collecting things

CG: iy''m antiysociyal and iy have a terriyble memoryi.. so..

✰ CAMRIN PYROPE┊memorableUslessness [MU] ✰ 🎲 info: teal blood, prospit, prince of mind 🎲 pronouns: he/him 🎲 interests: fairy tales, mythology, folklore and gambling

MU: it’2 4l20 4 2h4me I’m dying qu4drent1e22 :(

✰ ACHLYS EXDRIN┊aspiringNovice [AN] ✰ 🖋️ info: cerulean blood, prospit, bard of void 🖋️ pronouns: they/them or he/him 🖋️ interests: fixing bad books, MMORPGS, gaming and writing

AN: Oh my god you all are dumbasses. Th@‘s all there is to say on the m@ter.

✰ BAYLIE ASERET┊featheredLuna [FL] ✰ 🪴 info: indigo blood, derse, prince of breath 🪴 pronouns: any 🪴 interests: funerals, gardening and observing animals/plants

FL: i axqariancab baeth c:

✰ ZINKAA CIERVO┊mystifyingChemistry [MC] ✰ 🧪 info: purple blood, derse, thief of time 🧪 pronouns: she/her 🧪 interests: chemistry, nuclear science and chocolate

MC: get in loser we're going sho99ing

✰ AVRUNE XHEDIA┊coralicAxolotl [CA] ✰ 📝 info: violet blood, prospit, thief of doom 📝 pronouns: she/her 📝 interests: collecting coral

CA: Ahaha. CA: Does anyone have a code for coffee? CA: Just wondering-

✰ LILLIE TALION┊lifetimeHeratic [LH] ✰ 🗡️ info: fuchsia blood, derse, thief of rage 🗡️ pronouns: she/her 🗡️ interests: anarchy, fighting, daggers and swords

LH: 1T'S MY FUCK1NG H1VE 1F 1 WANT DAGGERS 1N THE WALL THEY'RE GO1NG 1N THE WALL! -|==-

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doodlin phorgstuck in class. what will they do.

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oppositestuck zinkaa <3 bitchbaby <3 

oppositestuck zinkaa be like: oo i love superstitions and fairytales but im so clingy and i love people and i cant stand up for myself and yknow what *inferiors my complex*

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Wanweird

Noun. wanweird (uncountable) (dialectal, chiefly Scotland) Misfortune; ill or unhappy fate.

sorry that the blogs been a bit dead!! things have been slow. but i wrote a story about zinkaa becoming corrupt because she stole time a lot after going god tier. so enjoy!! there are probably mistakes but it was 6am and i didnt care to reread it

despite her wishes, you resent. despite her wishes, you proceed with your plans. despite her wishes, you pursue something greater than you were destined for. 

despite her wishes youve become a monster. 

always hungry for power, you were. taking initiative that never belonged to you, becoming a force that was never meant to form. all because of the pride that drove you to madness. 

dying was the easiest part. she always said it was the easiest of the two evils. as your purple blood leaked through the cracks of the mutant red stone, the life temporarily faded from your eyes. 

consumed by rays of light and visions of clock hands and hourglasses, new vigor touched your soul as life returned to your cool tinted eyes. but vigor wasnt the only thing that poisoned you. your makeup looked freshly applied as your crimson apparel felt foreign on your skin. a sense of responsibility coursed through your newly revived veins. 

you werent aware of the consequences of time travel. but frankly you ignored them. the ends justify the means, after all. even when the players stayed frozen for prolonged periods of time, you figured that it would be in their best interest. 

shield them from the horrors of this game, make it nothing but a blur. youre the one doing all the work after all, if anything, they should be thanking you. 

maybe you got overzealous. you like to call it devoted. as you slowly chipped away at everyones time, you realized that you were the only one left truly conscious. which is fine. you were engineered to be alone ever since you were young. 

the frog breeding is easy enough. you steal the gold-bloods moments in time and substitute it with your own. sure you stole a valued memory, one associated with joy and rust, but it would be worth it in the end. they would have all the time to make up for lost resources once you won. 

the alchemy is even easier. stealing time clones from separate timelines to perform the ultimate alchemy increased progress speed. and improvement is crucial to the development. of course, disposing of each afterwards was not as presentable, but disposable income is what it is.   youve almost wrapped up every task and test you need to complete in order to check off the last box when you make another discovery. technically speaking, for everyone else its only been 5 or so minutes. but after everything you stole from them, you find out they only have 20 left to live. it was a flaw in the equation, but youve already gone too far to reset to your last checkpoint. and judging by the deafening loneliness, you figure that future you agrees. it wrenches your heart to know that no one is there. which is weird. its never done that before. 

its just a lose screw in the series of mechanics. just as disposable as those alternative figures you discarded of. its something easily scrapped in the name of success. youre not sad to see it gone. not like youd be able to feel it under the endless layers of apathy youve swamped yourself with. 

emotions and feelings only lead to inadequacies, after all. which is what makes this bittersweet. fluttering down onto the platform after having retrieved your allies was supposed to signify victory. grasping the doorknob of the hive meant triumph as you looked upon the universe youve singlehandedly created. but strangely enough you cant seem to seize happiness from the maw of indifference. a thief unable to purloin what what once belonged to them. all you can do is stare blankly at what you label your success. 

its what you wanted. youve won the game. you won the game all by yourself. you lead the team, playing them like decaying piano keys. 

even after you enter your new world, you dont end up thawing them. after all, they would drop dead the moment you did so. youre showing them mercy by thieving their final demise. youve experienced death and you figure its in their best interest to avoid it as best as they can. and youre there to assist them with it. 

as you build tower after tower, the monuments of your success chide your soul. 

your success. 

this is your success. this is your success. this is your success. 

this is your success. 

a closing sorrow you arent even able to endure as the mist of passivity only grows, clogging your lungs and blinding your sight. 

repairing this session was only the first of your plights. call it the testing stage if youd like. after the achievement youve strangled from the clutch of defeat, its in your best interest to succor other timelines in hardship. whether they appreciate it or not, its your job to force them over the finishing line. because to you, a cheap end is no better than none at all.

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straight friend groups: *the nice one* *the smart one* *the funny one* *the hot one* *kevin*

gay friend groups: *anarchist* *emotionally unstable nerd* *mad scientist* *death enthusiast* *designated jailbreak friend* *dramatic nerd* *pokemon fan* *nepeta* *pessimistic nihilist* *fanfic writer* *optimistic nihilist* *phoenix wright, ace attorney*

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Achlys: Alrighty gang, wh@'s our plan of attack for this puzzle?

Avrune: I think we should start with the edge pieces and slowly work our way in!

Camrin: wh444t n0 w4y dude!! we 2h0u1d ju2t bui1d wh4tever2 m02t rec0gniz4b1e fir2t 4nd then 2tick it a11 t0gether 4t the end!

Achlys: Umm...Lillie, wh@ do you think??

Lillie: Hm. -|==-

Lillie: Hmmmm. -|==-

Zessac: I think we should examine the pieces more closely. i suspect BIG PUZZLE had a hand in this!

Leviat: (Xhanta, the puzzle piece.)

Zinkaa: i think we should divide the pu22le pieces evenly among us and then set up a trading system so that we can a11 get the pieces we n33d.

Phanta: (what puzzle piece??)

Luxioh: no yiou don’t... yiou just want to be as annoiyying about iyt as possiyble...

Leviat: (Xhe one you’ve been keeping in your pocket the whole time. X saw you.)

Zinkaa: yeah, youre right.

Phanta: (aw man..0o0kay here y0o0u g0o0)

Lillie: Okay, 1’ve come to a dec1s1on. -|==-

Leviat: X have finished the puzzle.

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<3

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**EVERY PLAYER AS A GOOGLE TRANSLATE SINGS LINE:**

BAYLIE: Now, now, follow me.

PHANTA: Why does this carrot grow?

LUXIOH: You and I have tightly linked the agricultural economy and all the activated meals; it fills his pockets, blessing all verbs.

ZINKAA: Dude, do not worry. I will have to attack again!

AIRWAN: What am I doing?

LILLIE: I am angry about the new rules!

ZESSAC: Yes, friends.

AVRUNE: Me fall accidents.

ACHLYS: Oops, thinking, thought.

LEVIAT: Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God!

CAMRIN: I really want to be the Supreme Court.

KRIREN: Get up early in the morning in the fields of worship.

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Familiar Faces

heyo!! story about how zinkaa and leviat met before the session started but theyre dumb and dont recognize each other now. 

tw for drug/drink lacing mention but it doesnt happen

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“I’ll leave, your highness,” they said mockingly as they were about to hop off of the blocks. But the purpleblood let out a laugh instead of a scowl.

“Shit, man, highness? I’m no highness,” she said as she pressed her hand against her forehead and threw her head back in laughter. Once the hysterics died down, she strode closer and casually pointed to the spot next to Leviat. “Mind if I sit?” she questioned with a smug smile. The goldblood shrugged. “Sure.” as the purple lifted herself to sit, it descended into silence.

Hanging out in person was never their thing. They were moreso the type of person to talk over the palmhusk or via letters and those preferences were only nailed in further after that evening.

So Leviat sat on a fence of cement blocks near the train tracks, legs swinging back and forth as they looked down towards the gravel. Their mind felt like static as they fumbled with the buttons on their cuffs, brows furrowed as they mumbled sentences to themself. Reassurances that went unsaid, apologies no longer applicable, paragraphs upon paragraphs of fun and remarks they wanted to say that they couldn’t anymore. Their thoughts were interrupted with the sound of boots against the gravel. As their eyes dragged upwards, they saw a rather tall troll, taller than them at the least. Her silky hair almost reached her knees as the wind blew the bangs from her thin eyes. Her purple sign and attire made it clear that she was a purpleblood. Their heart almost stopped. They sighed, clearly annoyed.

“I’ll leave, your highness,” they said mockingly as they were about to hop off of the blocks. But the purpleblood let out a laugh instead of a scowl.

“Shit, man, highness? I’m no highness,” she said as she pressed her hand against her forehead and threw her head back in laughter. Once the hysterics died down, she strode closer and casually pointed to the spot next to Leviat. “Mind if I sit?” she questioned with a smug smile. The goldblood shrugged. “Sure.” as the purple lifted herself to sit, it descended into silence. Leviat couldn’t help but sneak curious glances at her. After all, who just decides to sit next to a stranger in a mysterious part of the train way? They decided that the potential answer was too enticing to let go. “Are you here to kill me?” they asked skeptically, expecting the worst. She snorted. “Pff, no.” “Then why are you here out of all places? If you’re a purpleblood shouldn’t you be at clown church or something? It’s a Sunday night, after all.” She pursed her lips in thought, “I should be running away, but… I dunno, I thought it would be nice to check this spot out before I leave.”

After that remark, it became apparent to Leviat that she had a heavy backpack slung over her shoulder. Multiple buttons and patches covered the front more than actual backpack materials. Anything from fandoms to random phrases. They gave her a confused look. “What the hell would you be running from? You’re privileged as fuck.”

She gave you an unimpressed look but continued. “From nunya. Nunya business, lil shit.” she snapped. She reached into her bag to pull out a water bottle. Taking small sips, she continued, “But I will say, I’m so lucky that some jadeblood girl decided to take me in. Xurcoh her name was? It’s whatevz, though.” she gave a half-hearted shrug as Leviat scoffed, “Running away from your problems? Don’t you know that harbouring a runaway is illegal?” they rose a brow and gave her a criticizing gaze.

The stranger stared at them with a look of disdain, “Jeez, what stick do you have shoved up your ass? It’ll practically replace your spine at this point.” her hand reached back into her bag and before they knew it, a can of some kind of drink was thrown into their lap. It initially startled them, but they picked it up and stared at the label. It was some kind of off-brand soda that they didn’t recognize. But they looked skeptical, but she was prepared for that, as she groaned.

“It’s not laced with fucking ecstasy or whatever trolls like to take nowadays. Not even miracle drugs! I swear!”

“So it won’t kill m-”

“No, it won’t kill you, just drink it you killjoy piece of shit.”

Leviat sat there, somewhat dumbfounded before prying open the can. The pop! and fizzzzz of the drink filled the silence as the two drank their respective beverages, preoccupied with their own thoughts. After a long while of them not saying anything, the purpleblood spoke up.

“I never did catch your name.” she prompted, head tilted upwards towards the tips of the trees across the tracks. “Typhon,” Leviat answered, because what lunatic would give their full name to a stranger? She looked satisfied with that answer before replying with her own, “Ciervo.” Leviat thought it would end there, but she continued. “So, Typhon, mind telling me why you’re here? It’s only fair to trade stories and I don’t really care about telling. Don’t worry, I’m not a snitch.” she clarified as she pressed a finger to her lips.

They shook their head. “I’m not telling you shit.”

“Boo. You’re no fun.”

“Okay, fine, um… I guess-” they averted their gaze, looking to the gravel as if it were the most interesting thing they’ve ever seen. “I guess I could say that I should be on the run too.” Ciervo let out an ahh and went back to looking at the tracks.

“And you aren’t because…?”

“They’ll never find out.”

“Wow. We’ve got a grade A criminal on our hands, oh shit.”

“I’ll probably be moving away, though.”

“Cool, we’re twinning. Any clue where?”

“I don’t fucking know, maybe some sort of cliffside. Away from people.”

“Couldn’t be me. I’m married to the city life."                                                          

“Have fun with those mid and high blood pricks.”

“Ouch, my feelings.”

“Exactly my intent.”

Ciervo chuckled, “You know, Typhon, you’re a real interesting person.” she mused, taking another sip of her water. Leviat looked her up and down. “I guess you’re not too bad, either.” the two shared a moment of laughter before Ciervo began to pack up again. “Such a shame we’ve got to part.” she started dramatically, “Who am I kidding, I’m sure we both find each other horribly intolerable.” she slipped her arm through the other bag strap and stepped off of the fence, Leviat doing the same. Ciervo turned towards them before raising an arm, bottle in hand. “Cheers to never seeing each other again?” Leviat let out a breathe of laughter before they clinked their soda to hers. “Cheers to never seeing each other again.”

With a silent goodbye, Ciervo nodded and turned around, walking parallel to the rails. Leviat watched her almost sorrowfully like they were seeing a good friend wander away forever. They pushed the thought away quickly, however, as they had to get home. So they spared one longing glance towards their temporary friend before setting off in the opposite direction.