#psionic bootcamp

[sharklilly]

[haphazard-trolls]

various catalyst timeline / psionic bootcamp era sketches (feat. @sharklilly)

[maximum-lol]

You were silent a lot of the time as of recent, not that you were ever the biggest conversationalist- you either couldn't keep track of what anyone was talking about or you'd completely scare them off by barrelling through it with the most vile shit- which was, at the time, mostly by accident. As you got older you stopped talking as much unless it was to your moirail, somehow everyone was too stupid to understand you and too up their own ass for you to pay attention to, you found yourself between a rock and a hard place. An incredible, unbelievably powerful psionic, with the most dogshit control on basically any part of his body. Everything got better when you started carrying around your rail. She lead you around like a horse. She let you know every right move to make. Your life fucking sucked before her.

You were silent for a different reason now, though. It was by choice, not by habit. A time is now arriving that will be labeled as "after her", and the closer you get, the more guilt you feel. It won't just be a break up, the "after her" won't just be a shitty story you tell your coworkers over some sparking charging station, she'll literally cease to exist. You remember the first time you had that realization, sometime in your fifth or sixth sweep. "A ship can't feel guilt. There's no guilt when there's nothing but wires." It felt like a blessing at the time, you found the perfect scapegoat. Of course! You wouldn't have to worry about it, you had been planning this far longer than you've even known Folykl, it's been your destiny since day one. But you inch closer and closer to your dream day, and you grow less and less excited.

Training starts in one week, and after that, you'll be moving to a bootcamp for psions to start flight training, and then you'll likely be assigned a fleet. Trizza's main battleship, you assume. And..... Folykl will be culled, and if not culled, then starved. You knew it deep in your soul, you were the ONLY one who could give her what she needs. Not just because you were ~all great and mighty.~ But because you needed her just as much. You weren't just strong, you were overpowered. Like a chemical reactor had exploded in the squishy spongy material of your pan and was a constant garbage fire shooting flames and fuel out in every direction. The pack on your back wasn't just for her, it was to catch and store any extra electricity that might fry the entire rest of your body. It was the best part about your fantasy, finally having a body that can withhold all of you, a body that was as powerful as you knew you were supposed to be.

Her shallow breaths, her greasy hair, all it does is make your pumper hurt. Your words got caught up in your throat, you couldn't look reality in the face anymore. Sometimes, there were times she could pull you out of your own head. Ground you for a second, and have a serious conversation. But nowadays you keep the door to your head locked, the only think you'd be willing to let in are a couple skull-fucking tentacles, ensuring you'd never think about this shit again. Its easier to feel when shes asleep, or close to it, like now. You can wade through your own thoughts without immediately diving under them and drowning in the process. God, you can't leave her, you can't let that happen. You'd kill for her, you'd die for her. You'd do anything for her, and she knows that. You're just not sure if you CAN defy fate for her. How could you? Its all you were. It's all you are. You were never really a troll anyway, just a piece to a ship, your body never wanted to be a troll anyways. It was always too squishy, too limp, seizing under its power. She had to understand that. Trizza had to be willing to let her on. He could bend the rules, as long as he stayed positive. You can really do anything if you have enough belief. He's done it plenty of times before, buldozing through with blind faith. He can do it again.

You smush your face against her forehead, giving her a kiss thats somehow both sloppy and dry against her greasy forehead. It'll be fine. It has to be.

[hexephre]

did you think i had too many fantrolls? because you were right, but not for the reasons you thought. i made an entire series of background fantrolls based on the chinese zodiac (plus cat). they’re generally less fleshed out than the planetary fantrolls. because i had to omit tyrian and there are 13 of them, they doubled up in a couple of places (bronze and gold), so i ran them low and high in their respective castes.

more rambling below the cut.

Cat: Nekell Felyca | rust Pig: Suinie Inossa | bronze Dog: Inuzan Lupele | bronze Rooster: Tavvak Gallus | gold Monkey: Michin Haplor | gold Goat: Shanya Hircus | lime Horse: Tykhas Caball | olive Snake: Hebina Serpen | jade Dragon: Samarr Darcos | teal Rabbit: Lausha Lepori | cerulean Tiger: Torana Miache | blue Ox: Urokos Sigurr | indigo Rat: Sarvan Ulgana | violet

half are male, half are female, and cat is enby. cat is the one who got left out of the zodiac. as the story goes, rat tricked cat into missing the banquet that would determine the order in which the animals would appear on the zodiac. rat got first. this is why cat and rat are kismeses. ox is rat’s moirail because in the story, rat rode on ox’s back to get to the banquet first. (he tricked ox / ox didn’t even notice, but whatever, inspiration is inspiration.)

our story takes place pre-limeblood cull. in our fanon, lime blood is what makes sopor, and after the whole debacle limebloods were kept back in the grubbing caves to be bled for the slime supply. goat, a limeblood, has extra good shooshing abilities and makes a great moirail for the rooster who has shitty daymares and can’t control his psionics or his yelling.

tiger and dragon are trainers at bootcamp and have a heated kismesissitude. tiger in particular is an incredibly strict and demanding trainer. everyone lives in fear and awe of her. she’s the main reason any of the bootcamp kids behave at all.

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Color Key for the psionics in the bootcamp

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One of the Blind Prophets from the Psionic Bootcamp.

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One of the Blind Prophets from the Psionic Bootcamp.

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