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[pawnshopsouls]

you find a shiny black feather on the ground before you, upon interacting with it, any hair/fur you have becomes soft shiny feathers of the same color/length!(you can choose what character is afflicted) ~emotional-support-gummgumm

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The heirs had been off romping about with their games when Venga spotted something shimmery! Wiggling her tiny tail in anticipation, she pounced the feather with a squeak and jumped as her fluffy black mane became fluffy black feathers!

In the blink of an eye, the youngest heir was a pom-pom of fluffy black downy with two bright blue eyes peering from the fluff. "YA!" she squeaked, garnering the attention of her siblings.

"Venga?" Velda called, "Whachu yellin' for?"

"I'll check on her," Sturgeous volunteered and trundled over. He stopped and cocked his head at his little sister. "Venga?"

Two bright blue eyes peered at him from the black downy fluff. "Juss!" she squeaked and scuttled off the feather, pointing at it. "Bah!"

Sturgeous furrowed his brow. "What's that?" he asked and cautiously crept forward, papping it with a paw. He squeaked, startled by what felt like a static shock as his mane too became feathers! Though not as fluffy and a little more fledged, he still had a mane of black feathers speckled with white dots.

"Bah!!!" Venga squeaked and pointed at his head.

"Huh?" Sturgeous grunted and felt his head. His mane. It wasn't stringing and wiry like normal! It was... fluffy! Fluffy and weird feeling!

"Bronté!" Sturgeous called. "Bronté the greys are back!"

"The greys are back!?" chorused the other three siblings who charged over to the two.

Sturgeous scooped up the feather, holding a paw out to keep his siblings from touching it. "Don't touch the feather! It's got grey magic!"

Bronté squinted as he and Velda sniffed the air around Sturgeous and Venga, while Braxas tried to stand taller to get a better look over the hunched bulk of his siblings.

"What is it?" he asked curiously.

"I think it's a feather," Sturgeous answered, looking at the feather in his paw.

"I think we better tell Papi and Father," Bronté said firmly. "Sturgeous, put the grey-feather in your pouch and carry Venga. We don't know if the grey magic will go to us if we touch you to."

"Got it," Sturgeous said, stashing the feather and hoisting Venga onto his back. "Let's go tell father."

With that, the whelp quintet hurried down the way, Braxas, Bronté, and Velda forming a protective V formation around their younger siblings.

Father and Papi would know what to do! They always knew what to do!

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“Only ‘cause I’d give yeh indigestion!” Bonely snorted and bunted his head affectionately against Gunmar’s arm.

“Hey! I know what mountain trolls do with their treasures! if Gunmar were a mountain troll, I might end up a snack!”

"I'd let you out on occasion." Gunmar chuckles.

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//*WAVES AT ALL MY TOA PEEPS*

//GUYS - WE HAVE A STRICKLANDER PLAYER!!! @lncarnon is a multimuse with lots of muses, so if Strickler isn't your cup of tea, they have a lot of options, so be sure to come and say hi!!!

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"Bonechard, where are the children? We need to go, now!" Gunmar bursts into the brewery, panting and out of breath, "There's no time for questions, just give them to me and follow!"

The wards he'd put on the brewery to keep Gunmar out, burst with a violent CRACK, energy sparkling down along the walls of the Heartstone Brewery.

"Gunmar!" Bonely shouted, his voice startled and indignant. "Soverign's hill, what're yeh doin' here!?"

He looked around at the thralls, all of them shrugging just as confused as he was. "The kids? Uhh, they ain't here, I thought - they're probably out explorin' after doin' sparrin' lessons with Traabyrn. Why, what's goin' on?"

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Troll Customs

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Bonely is panting, more out of breath than he's ever been.

"Eh?? who's doin' what with hearstone shards?" he asked, having just missed the closest thing trolls have seen to a miracle in ages.

"I went through ALL THE TROUBLE of dragging down TWO HEARTSTONE SHARDs, helping pops set up a nursery, attempt to RAISE THEM, and this goober can just WILL THEM INTO EXISTENCE?!" A deep breath. "I'm not mad not at all i'malittlemadsomeonegetmybludgeoningstick."

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Bonely needed only one look at the shuffled-featured anon to turn his stone ashen before he turned on his heel and went back into his work den.

“Nope nope nope.”

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kat is gonna scurry into bonely's lair dodging past the worms "May or may not have caused trouble, but imma hide out here for a bit. Dun ask."

A new forge had been set into the wall of the cavern, hot coals adding their own sweltering heat as Bonely worked.

He almost startled as Kat came scrambling in, Ezma and Lucious screeching after her indignantly. Ezra’s angry tong whipped around the cave entrance, knocking a few things over.

“OI!” Bonely shouted, moving his project of the fired do it wouldn’t over-heat. “What’re teh doin’?”

Ezma trilled furiously while Lucious rumbled in reply.

Bonely huffed and looked around, spotting Kat. He planted his fists on his hip. “Hide out here, huh?” He asked. “Well yer gonna do a bit more than that. Yeh just spooked my two guard worms. I think yeh owe them an apology before yeh start doin’ anythin’ else.”

On cue Lucious and Ezma crowded the entrance, gurgling expectantly at His mischievous draconic daughter.

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Yuki bounded up to ezma, chirping to get her attention. Before setting a suspiciously shiny feather on her boneplated head. She would then go visit bonely. Leaving a feather in his seat for him to sit on. Woe. The Feather pox be upon ye. Kat's sibling is up to mischief.

Ezma slithered cautiously over to the youngster, extending her tongue to sniff out just what the young hound wanted. She was used to Yuki by now, her instincts having almost adopted her into her own den. But Yuki was Bonely's young one, not hers.

Gently, she ran her tongue over Yuki's hand pausing when she got the scent of something strange. Curiously, she lifted her tongue to investigate the thing placed on her carapace. Soft. Firm. long but flimsy. One of her feathers?

The nyarlagroth snorted and shook her head, freeing the feather from her tongue and letting it drift farther down. The she-serpent had no hair to change but woe to the unfortunate soul on whom the wet feather landed!

Meanwhile, Bonely had been hard at work crafting new faulds for his growing heirs. Velda, Bronté, and Sturgeous were getting a bit big for their old ones and belt-extenders were going to be needed until the new faulds were finished.

Giving his hands a shake, the caster went to the sitting room part of the craft den and sat down. He jumped when he felt something crumple beneath him and a spark of magic ripple through his skin.

"OUGH!" he yelped and shook himself, his black mane turning into a fluff of ebony-colored feathers. Giving himself a pat down, Bonely examined himself, the feather, and then the odd stiff bristles in his mane. Suspicious, Bonely took hold of a feather and plucked it with a pained grunt. He looked at it, the feather black with a purple-indigo sheen.

"Greys," Bonely sighed and shook his head. "Welp, better go let Gunmar know before it gets to anyone else."

Grabbing his spellwork kit, the caster whistled for his Nyarlagroth, climbing onto Ezma as he rode down to the Crucible.

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//AAAAAA HEADS OF THE JANUS ORDER!!!

//LOOK AT THEM ALL!!!

//LOOK AT FEISTY KODANTH! AND RHODUS, MAH BOOOOY!!!!!!

//Aaaaa! I absolutely love how Rhodus is the least villainous looking among them. Like, if he wanted, he absolutely could’ve passed for a Market Troll and become a beloved member of the community, only to be the head of the heckin’ JO of his time XDD

//I love this so much, Yoku, I love seeing your art!

Heheheh, Bosses of JO ;P

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Gunmar glanced briefly at his sons then scoffs quietly to himself.

There's no way the clock would open the bridge.

Braxas parried Bronte with his stick, the two of them growling and shouting as they sparred while their sisters and brother watched intently. The thrall Traabyrn watched over them as the match went on, pausing as she noticed the Dark Underlord glance their way.

She cocked her head, wondering if the scoff was of displeasure at his sons' display but she shook the thought off. If the Dark Underlord was displeased, he would correct them and punish her for instructing them poorly. So the fact that he wasn't meant it was something else.

The Caster, however, noticed the scoff and trotted around the sparring ring to the larger troll. "Somethin' on yer mind, Gunmar?" Bonely asked, nudging him lightly.

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kat is going to scratch her face and chin on bonely's ridged back. he's gonna wind up just as hairy as she is in the process. no he doesn't get any say in this. Shedding is itchy. [for trollish Bonely]

The Caster is going to give his adopted eldest a look before turning and pushing her head off his back.

“A’right, a’right already! I know it’s sheddin’ season but yeh don’t gotta be dramatic about it!” He huffed and tried to turn as he stepped out from under her.

“Here, how ‘bout this. You lay down ‘n’ I’ll see how much a’ this I can scritch off with the flat a’ my claws. Get some a this fur ‘n’ scale stuff off without turnin’ me inteh the next yeti!”

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How would bonely react to someone pulling a gun on Gunmar?

It only took one question to jolt Bonely's attention from his work.

"WHO'S PULLIN' A GUN ON GUNMAR?" he demanded, his voice bellowing through the Heartstone Brewery. He looked over at the thralls helping him and snarled. "BOOTS TEH THE CRUCIBLE! WE'VE GOT A SECURITY BREACH THAT NEEDS DEALIN' WITH."

With that, the indigo troll left his brewery, his hide alight with the swirls of his indigo magic as he charged down toward the Crucible.

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//Venga, Velda, Kat, Yuki... *longer list rolls out*

@daylightisminetoconsume Gunmar and his many daughters

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A conversation will be had without words. Gunmar grunts as he passed Bonely, pauses, then growls quietly. His horns dip, and he presses his armored brow to Bonely's forehead, applying gently pressure. He rumbles, once, then continues on his way, returning to the patrol.

@daylightisminetoconsume

There’s something strange about being Gunmar’s bond. Like being married to a caveman, a chieftain, a warlord king. He’s a primal force of nature, a landslide and an earthquake all in one. He’s restless too, a whirlwind with nowhere to go. He needs motion. Work. So he keeps himself moving with patrols and spars, marches to keep himself fit and his momentum going.

Bonly was just getting back in, feeling like he’d just come out of an industrial work house, when Gunmar approached. The caster glanced up as Gunmar passed, a stone eyebrow cocked. It was getting late, wasn’t it? Why was he going out on patrol?

A rumbling query escaped him as Gunmar pressed his brow to Bonely’s. The weight was welcome and Bonely couldn’t help but frown as the warlord pulled away to go and finish the patrol. With a concerned huff, Bonely watched as he left and returned to their shared chambers, sitting on their bedfurs to wait.

[gentleeclipsey]

Any headcanons for the trolls in Trollhunters?

I do actually!

I know canonically trolls make more trolls via a sliver of heartstone and an egg but I come from the Transformers fandom so I say they have a more traditional way, and most trolls have both male and female reproductive organs. Some only have one or the other but these cases are rare. That's just personal preference though.

Troll gender is wildly diverse, there's no names for a lot of them but terms like doe, buck, dame, sire, alpha, apex, all correlate to various types of trolls and their wildly unique bodies. Trolls generally don't care for terms, but some may use them affectionately.

Most trolls are barbaric, yes, but there are master craftsmen among them! Someone has to make those gorgeous kilts, the belts, the sheaths, the straps, someone has to know stone masonry, someone has to know how to bind books! I fully believe there's just an underground trade of artisans who communicate and share skills the general population doesn't always care for.

There's three kinds of magic, human, troll, and primordial. Human magic is some of the safest (sometimes) and trollmagic is more offensive and violent. Primordial magic is the root of it all, the strangest and most volatile and violent but can be the most powerful, and the rare few trolls who can harness primordial magics are some of the greatest there are!

I fully believe that red hair is a very rare trait among trolls, the bright orange hair humans can sprout is a surprisingly rare color for trolls and its believed those who have it are far more skilled in things like magic and magic working. It's a myth but the statistics for this are weird.

I believe troll families are wildly complex, like members can simply be adopted in, some just exist in the general space of a family and become part of it, some families get absorbed into other larger families, it's why most trolls just don't have last names, even humans and animals can he absorbed into families. I believe this is why Changelings are very far removed from trolls socially, they're stolen from families and changed and aren't recognized by their old families anymore.