#brownblood

[kabutoden]

could you maybe do a tavved ros?…

here he is! new tavros design, im going to be experimenting with his looks for a little while until i find something im happy with. i like this one quite a bit. im pretty insane abt tav actually i thought abt him a lot when drawing this. all he wanted was to play games and have fun...

toreador of the modern day...

[artbyifer]

Boogdi for @candycornskull

[transblood-hub]

🤎 Brownamian | Brownbloodic 🤎

A xenoamia/xenoblood identity in which someone feels like they have or should have brown blood.

(Coined on June 13th, 2023)

[cloudbattrolls]

@raitrolling

His flush remains a desolate plain, and for all I care to help him it can stay that way, but yeah it was very funny how well he and Karell worked out.

[tanoraqui]

apologies in advance for the psychic damage

SBALDUR’S GATE, a new video game inspired by one of the many wonderful worlds of FLARP! Level up your character, save the empire from evil aliens, and form any quadrant you wish to pursue with any of your companions!

Wyllam Ravgar, purpleblood, aka the FRONTIER BLADIANT

Gayldy Karios, ceruleanblood, aka MAGISTER ARCANIUM

Starin Acunin, a rare tealblood rainbowdrinker, aka the BLOODIED KILLGAST

Laezel Githki, oliveblood, aka the SUPERIOR MINDWORM HUNTRESS

Jenvel Holeaf DUSKSOUL, a brownblood devotee of the horrorterrors that lurk in dreams and the darkest edges of reality, to whom she has long-since lost fed her hatchname

Karlac Kliffe, maroonblood, aka the FURYETTE INFERNAL

DARKURGE, hatchname unknown, blood also unknown…

Special unlockable romantic and platonic option:

Halsin Ursial, a rare male jadeblood, aka the BEARMAGE

[romanadvoratrelundar]

thinking about my eridan au some more. it's a no sburb au set after the trolls have had their adult molt and most have left the planet. eridan, of course, had to stay on alternia to fulfill the role of orphaner (playing around with potential alternate adult names but i haven't landed on anything yet). he's normal about this. when he finishes his adult molt and takes on the role in a more official capacity, he reaches out to tavros with an offer - use his skills as a brownblood psionic to help him hunt, and escape culling. tavros hates his job so so much, having to help hunt and kill lusii even to save his own skin is not pleasant. he's not sure why he does this, neither is tavros. they are not friends, to be clear. eridan is technically tavros's boss, so there's not really any good inroads for them to actually get to know each other outside of hunting. it sucks, tavros is miserable, and eridan is also miserable.

that's pretty much the basic premise! i've got a basic plot outlined, and at some point i'll go into it a little more when i talk about what all the other trolls are up to :3 all i'll say now is that eridan and tavros aren't the only two adult trolls still on alternia...

[roetrolls]

(Tetris has been in the fleet for basically his whole life, you know. Let's talk about that.)

Mind and Body

The fluorescent lights of the lab buzz faintly overhead, their constant droning oddly comforting compared to the inconsistent drip-drip-dripping of liquid on the cold tiled floor. Cricet stares blankly at the corpse on the table, his wide eyes trained on the artificial heart still pulsing inside its open chest. Bronze blood rolls down its hanging arm to collect in a pool beneath its fingertips, the heavy metallic odor just barely detectable through the sterile scent of formaldehyde.

“I’m not a physiopsionologist,” the Doctor grumbles, holding a vial of blood toward the light. She pulls her attention from the sample to turn an unimpressed gaze onto Cricet, her expression stern. “Or a pediatrician.”

He shrinks slightly when the jadeblood looks at him, small fist finding its way to the Colonel’s pristine pant leg at his side. The officer brushes his hand away without looking down, smoothing the fabric where he grabbed it.

“You’re closer than the ship’s medics, at least. I’m not asking for routine.”

The corpse’s fingers twitch. Cricet tries to remind himself they do that sometimes.

“I’m busy.”

“You’ll be able to take a sample.”

This time when the Doctor looks at him, Cricet closes a fist around his own shirt, heart thrumming in his ears. She sniffs once and adjusts her glasses, then takes a scalpel to the side of the brownblooded cadaver, gaze returned to her work.

“Doctor Nalaco,” the Colonel pleads, exasperation seeping into his voice. “Just a few tests, until we can get a proper specialist on board.”

“The fact you’re even asking me this is ludicrous.”

She prods a gloved hand into the body’s chest, pausing to watch the fake heart spasm and pump in response. With her clean hand, she jots down a note, then turns her back on the table to sift through the supplies behind her. Cricet continues to watch the heart, mesmerized by its morbid, thready rhythm.

He loses himself to the pulse, the adults’ argument slowly absorbed into the steady hum of light bulbs and machinery. The blood crawls further outward, each quiet plip echoing through Cricet’s head like thunder. Why is she letting so much of it drain onto the floor? Isn’t that a waste?

He pulls his gaze away from the corpse’s wayward arm to focus on its expressionless face, dull eyes fixed unblinking on the ceiling above. Then the body twitches again, and in a moment that feels all at once blazing fast and agonizingly slow, those lightless eyes snap to the side and lock directly onto his.

Cricet screams, the sound tearing out of him like a bird from his chest. He stumbles back in shock, moving so fast he trips over his own heels and tumbles to the floor. The Colonel swivels to look at him, and all he can think to do is thrust a finger at the body, eyes blown wide with fear.

The Doctor scoffs under her breath and carries on working, making another note on the manufactured heart that Cricet now realizes is keeping the bronzeblood alive on her table. His stomach lurches, his mind racing.

He has always heard that the fleet has use for everyone.

Suddenly, Cricet is certain of one thing:

Whatever use they have for his brain, he will give it to them fully. He does not want the fleet finding use for his body.

[quadrant-query]

Why is it that every troll i wax pale for turns out to be a traditionalist when it comes to concilliatory roles?

Im a bronzeblood but ive got some fucked think pan hoofbeast shit going on that makes me get really agitated for perigrees at a time. I’ve been on the market for a moirail for a long time, but it feels like everyone whos ever interested is someone higher on the spectrum who wants a pitiable lowblooded conciliator. The last time i dated a rustblood, she broke up with me because she thought i was too “high maintenance.”

It’s not like i never want to be the pacifier, im all about reciprocal moiraillegiance, but it’s like everywhere i turn everyone wants the same old even-tempered, pacifying brownblood. I dont know if i keep attracting this type of troll or if theyre just the only people in my area. Ugh! What does a troll have to do to get some conciliatory action out here?

That really sucks and I'm sorry to hear that, actually. People don't often talk about the ways the skewed traditionalist views of romantic roles can harm the people in them; likely because it's usually in ways (or to people) not deemed "important". I sympathize with your struggle.

If I were you, I might start intentionally seeking out a moirail who is closer to your caste, or perhaps even lower. That could lower the chances of them being an ass about things. Alternatively, you could be much more upfront about your boundaries before getting into a relationship, (though this requires the other troll to not lie to you).

You could also try emphasizing your volatile-ness of your problems in order to attract pity from people who want to soothe that sort of behavior; but I understand this may feel demeaning for you.

[sapphirame-writes]

Roses and Poison Lace (12,283 words) Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rose Lalonde/Kanaya Maryam Characters: Rose Lalonde, Kanaya Maryam, Feferi Peixes, The Condesce (Homestuck), Grand Highblood (Homestuck), Sollux Captor, Vriska Serket, Neophyte Redglare, Eridan Ampora Additional Tags: Assassination Plot(s), Sewing, Alternian Politics, Alternian Empire (Homestuck), gratuitous fabric description, Minor Character Death, (obligatory bisection of Eridan Ampora), (and several unlucky lowbloods), Canon-Typical Violence

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Rose leans into her, bringing her hand up to Kanaya's arm around her. "He will. He has a few... connections of his own."

The screen at the other side of the lounge flickers as the broadcast changes, fuzzing as it picks up competing signals.

Someone turns the sound on, passengers clustering around it.

"-reports of unrest as the lowbloods turn on-"

The Summoner and the Heiress are standing on a scuttlebuggy over a roiling mob on the grainy broadcast. Feferi is tiny next to the wings and wide-horns of the infamous brownblood, but it is her in her fuchsia and stained white dress the camera focuses on. 

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[zombirps]

What type of character do you want to add to your roster? Any specific trope or style of character?

Oh i got a whole liiist of dumbasses not on the roster yet, ill just drop a few of their tropes under the cut heheheheh

spitter(l4d) based burglar (corrossive stomach acid)(greenblood)

Mute seamstress w/ giant scissors (jade)

Demon hunter warlock (hemoanon)

Lake witch bitch based off arthurian tales (fuschisa)

Grumpy mindreader housecleaner (brownblood)

sacrificial sheep (brownblood)

Gullible heiress trying to escape arranged marriage (like, wildly gullible, insanely gullible, borderline stupid)

Alpaca redblood crepe foodtruck(hounded by loansharks)

Just highly complicated country lawyer (based off a dropout bit)(teal)

[kabutoden]

GOLD RULE--BROWNBLOOD

Crimkt

A brownblood toddler. Their lusus, direwolfdad, was eager to take on a charge and hid how sick it was. They are one of Melosa’s wards, and she’s asked other troll kids living in the complex’s bottom layer to check on them daily. They only know their first name.

Sign of early spring(late winter). Page of Space. Camel Cricket Morph.

2 sweeps: 4 years.

[artbyifer]

Kyauma

For @bluemoonhoundsart's partner for my December Fantroll Binge

[scrambledtrolls]

A list of the trolls I remember having

Izuili Liinui: The current pfp. An olive-jade cusp. A flirty but cautious artist. Engages in things both legal and... Less than legal. Though the less than legal things get pinned on a certain other person.

Zatter Akkuru: Seadweller. Anxious with anger issues and trauma. Currently engaged with some less than stellar influences.

Kizrak Dorzuo: Yellowblood. Mechanic and maker of limbs. A good obedient 'ol little lowblood. But for how long?

"Cheese" Lyvere: Blueblood. Socially anxious chef working towards broadening his horizons. Got anger like a piping pot, quiet til it boils over.

Fukkau: Jadeblood. A cop who doesn't hesitate to use her power when needed. Even when that need is to sate her hunger for flesh. Has no issue with killing or culling if anyone gets on her nerves.

Zedorn Terrae: Brownblood. Telepathic and nosier than he should be. Seems timid and meek with a build like a twig. Don't let looks decieve though, Mind psiionics have a way of getting their way.

Weilee: Tealblood. Friendly and eager to lend a shoulder or fist whenever things get out of hand at a party. Known to some as a kind mediator, to some as a busybody who butts in where they're not needed. Believes in the more abstract and that the mind and nature can do more than we think.

Mauban Alaife: Hemoanon. A ghostbuster and ghosthunter. He's got powers he shouldn't but when asked he just tells you that dealing with the supernatural does that sometimes. He has a lame fast-food dayjob and enjoys being an annoyance. He has a rotation of cats coming in and out of his hive when they need tending to or can't find food.

Silver Seluki: F1 racing cryptid. Been in many crasshes and survived stuff they definitely shouldn't have. Only ever puts up their visor during interviews so nobody really knows what they look like. An aggressive driver who just turns up in ads and media at the weirdest moments. Fuel ad? Sure. Window cleaning sponges? Weird but ok. Sudden Silver Seluki poster (one that doesn't exist to buy) in the background in an episode of a niche romance series that has the budget of 3 cans of catfood??? More likely than you think.

Buster: Blueblood in the fleet. Chipper and happy to serve her empire. Used to be involved in some gang activity back in her younger days.

Erhart: Seadweller. Involved with horrorterrors and eldritch fuckery, have been since early days. Willingly. He's a bit of a freak.

Luminn: Seadweller. Spoilt child, throw in the trash.

Guirra: Indigoblood. Angry little child with an unspeakable rage towards seadwellers, also throw in the trash.

Detective: Blueblood. A private investigator who takes on cold cases and insits on using older, less "traceable" tech.

Frible: Yellowblood. Healer mage, or so he says.

Rosary: Dead? Redblood. Ashes and fire risen, but not like a phoenix.

Shifter?: Brownblood. A shifter who fights for a living. For 'entertainment'.

Forgotten name: Dead. Oliveblood and friend to a certain group.

[trolloled]

> At an intersection, waiting for the “WALK” sign to flick on, you impatiently tap your feet. There’s basically no traffic, but you completely refuse to cross any crosswalks until the signal turns.

> You tried doing that once and got an enormously painful premonition, and that was more than you’ll ever want to experience again. 

> You roll a sleeve on your jacket back to check the time on your watch as you vaguely note someone passing by you.

> A car barrels around the corner, engine roaring. A brownblood at the wheel, you think as you squint towards the noise. Several cars chase after him, all of them gunning for the crosswalk.

> Your gaze jumps to the person who started crossing, who looks up in time to see one of the cars as it slams into them with a sickening thud.

> Your eyes snap back into focus as the person moves ahead of you.

> ...Yeah, you should probably at least try here.

“///Woah, buddy, hold on there!”

> You reach out to lightly grab at their shoulder, already anticipating them trying to shank you for possibly startling them.

“///Can’t you see the l/ght? Wa/t your turn l/ke. Uh. Good /mper/al c/t/zens do?”

> You think you can already hear the revving of engines in the distance.

[cloudbattrolls]

I also like brownbloods a lot. Tavros is my patron troll but again, I like the idea of a caste expected to be good with animals, especially since lusii are such a fixture in Alternian culture.