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Hey:

happy holidays yall, here’s hoping you had a good day, whatever you did

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Hey guys?????

Troll Call! Another two for one.

Curious about these new signs? Take the Extended Zodiac Test!

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I figure that attractiveness standards vary between castes, in that lowblooded ideals probably trend toward being shorter and physically smaller, pretty and delicate but not intimidating, strong in a lean way but not a hulking one because lowbloods aren’t supposed to be threatening or aggressive. Ideally you should be a good worker, not a fighter. Horns preferably not sharp, but dull so as to be nonthreatening. 

Whereas highbloods are expected to be big and look like they can snap you in two. Tall, muscular and/or fat, and definitely appearing dangerous. Scars are probably seen as attractive, as are sharp teeth and sharp horns. 

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Troll Headcanon: Vocal Tones

So I was talking about this a few nights ago and it’s still stuck in my head, so a little post about it! Since it’s something that I bring up now and then in my writing.

I have the headcanon that among the variations in high and lowbloods is a genetic variance towards different tones, especially in your non-verbal troll communication- your growls, hissing, chirrups, etc. The colder your blood, the lower the pitch and the warmer, the higher it is.

For lowerblooded trolls, it’s an evolved appeasement- higher pitches are seen as more ‘soothing’, less ‘threatening’. Your tones say you’re lowblooded, weaker, even if that’s obviously not always the case.

Likewise, higherblooded trolls have lower tones- they come off as more ‘authoritative’, ‘attention getting’. It’s a warning that they’re strong, they’re highblooded. And seadwellers have tones all their own, since they’ve got their own unique respiratory system- deep but with a bubbling ‘glubbing’ quality to it.

The cultural cues of Alternia just take the base traits and really pounds them in, as Alternia tends to do. You want your strong highblood action movie leads with deep bassy growls, you want your damsel in distress lowbloods chirping like a songbird, you get your midbloods falling somewhere between the two. Insults like ‘you hiss like a lowblood’ can be seen as a slap in the face, Alternian social expectations are the backbone of troll life so naturally it spills out on to the very way you sound.

Of course there are tons of trolls that don’t fall in to the same tones as those of their hue! Some trolls might be lowblooded and low-toned, or highblooded and high-toned. Some are completely happy with the way that they sound, but there are ways to train your tones towards one pitch or another- someone who wants to fit in better with their peers might train themselves to the ‘right’ pitch.

For hemoanonymous trolls or those that live under a different hue, it’s an extra hurdle in their life if they want to appear higher or lower than they actually are.

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And here’s Pheres!

Wearing blue for his flushdate, Meukit, maroon for his auspistice, Hadean, and orange and jade for his exes, Sipara and Emerel, who he’s still really, obnoxiously fond of.

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Riccin’s holiday cards are almost as extra as they are. Almost.

Full view over here.

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Don’t let the smile fool you, she’s awful

This is also my first painting brought to you entirely by Krita 

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The Eastern Crescent

This is a map of the Eastern Crescent, the place that my trolls Bonnie, Clydes, and Fishbait were originally hatched!

The Eastern Crescent is located eastways out over a few hundred miles of sea from the southeastern peninsular mountain district and can be seen on this world map. It is a dangerous and nigh-uninhabitable area with exorbitant prices on everything, ranging from basic food to the exceptionally advanced technology the area produces. Unfortunately, this doesn’t stop people from living there, as the Crescent is also home to the largest metropolitan center for the Alternian planetary tech industry, and rich entrepreneurs are constantly doing their utmost to acquire their own properties in the area.

This is an open setting for people to use, so please feel absolutely free to reference it as places of origin or visitation for your trolls! Just please ping me if you do so that I can see (and be delighted). Details are below the cut!

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@everyone mad their aspect doesn’t “match” in their extended zodiac

Page link in source.

Your aspect is supposed to challenge you- it’s something that, when you discover it, you think “there’s no way” but as you grow, you realize it could never have been anything else

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And it is FINALLY DONE. WOO.

I’ll collect all the links for these areas later, but the full world map for BWIC, for folks reference. |D

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> Tink: Homecoming.

It’s noon, when you finally come back.

You timed it carefully - you’ve been gone for nearly a perigee, a little bit more patience isn’t much to ask from yourself. It’s the day after one of the only two nights of the week you can count on Izzy having actual customers, and the sun is at its zenith. You fish the key out from behind the loose stone in the arch of Izzy’s entry way.

Your fingers are so clumsy that you can’t fit the key into the lock properly the first three times, and on the fourth, you tip forward when the door opens in front of you anyways.

Izzy catches you by the arm, narrowly avoiding getting impaled by your horns. You look up, and you can tell even through the filmy quality that your vision has taken on that there’s bags under his eyes. He isn’t even pretending that he’s been sleeping properly.

Isn’t even pretending that he knows how to talk properly, either, given the way he’s jawing at air like a damn goldfish. You wait for the first half-concocted syllable to crack out of his throat before you interrupt, squinting up at him accusingly.

“You smell fucking amazing,” you inform him, “Like four courses with dessert,” and, shit. That is not what you meant to say. You were thinking it, yes, but you weren’t supposed to say that.

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hot new fantroll blog on the scene wow ? !

HELLO i’m pierrot and i’m an extra-new fantroll blog that is currently being tweaked and finished setting up. i’m on the look-out for any other active fantroll blogs to check out/befriend

so if you could like/reblog this post to help a fella out i’d really appreciate it! i’m still in the midst of finishing stuff up and getting my pages organized but i’ll be out on the metaphorical town town to scope out the scene once i get everything settled

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hey @cloudbattrolls stop designing nice characters pls

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The Halloween Games

Halloween is a wonderful time of the sweep on Alternia. The ghost tide that chokes the planet becomes filled with furious howling that will give unspeakably horrifying nightmares to any troll who tries to sleep, the undead become more numerous, more active, and operate outside the sunlight for longer, and most clothing stores are swapping out their inventories for winter wear. While most other races would consider this terrifying, the trolls of Alternia have found sport in it.

The Halloween Games were born for multiple reasons: Trolls are advised against sleeping during the 24 hours, and the Games give them something to keep their minds occupied in the meantime. The undead reach apocalyptic swarm levels, so contestants are used to reduce their populations to a more acceptable level. The economy needs its wheels greased, and a planetwide sporting event is useful in that regard.

The Games themselves are simple, and each Alternian continent has their own idea of how they’re done, but the bottom line is: Kill the undead and avoid dying yourself. The restrictions–what weapons are and aren’t allowed, if contestants can kill each other without penalty, if pieces of the undead are required to score points, and any other secondary goals–are decided by the Game Masters, which recite them off to every contestant before setting them out into the killing fields to stave off the swarms. Prizes are common and varied, and in some parts of the planet prisoners are set against the hordes with the prize of freedom at stake.

Because of the harsh Alternian sun, contestants wear concealing clothing to protect from the heat and light. In the spirit of Halloween, many Game Masters allow the contestants to head into the light in elaborate costumes, which may or may not end up completely destroyed by the end of it all. Bonus points are usually awarded for trolls in impractical costumes that manage to return from the Games unscathed.

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New profile image for the problematic fave, @anontrolls‘ Meukit!

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Judgement for berell, the moon for trfact, the hanged man for bassil, aaaand~ the tower for syffus!

Berell - Judgement: Would your muse ever go back to their most recent ex-lover? 

At any given time… no. Berell was born a ramblin’ man and he’s very bad at long term anything. The most permanent relationship he’s got is his semi-diamond thing with Sawyir, and they only see each other a few times a season.

TRFACT - The Moon: Has your muse ever had something unexplained happen to them? If so, what?

Deep space is a weird place. There’s things that show up on the scanners, sometimes, which really shouldn’t be there. Deepmine is a firm believer in physics and she figures that the equipment is just shoddy. Nothing could be living this far out, after all, and the angles of the supposed limbs couldn’t have been real anyways. It must have been a particle cloud.

Still, she made the shipboard mapmaker settle their orbit a long, long way from that stretch of space.

Bassil - The Hanged Man: Name a bad habit your muse can’t give up.

Like any good bond villain, Bassil likes to feel clever by dropping hints as to his real intentions. Ambiguous little digs at the Empire, comments that could be interpreted as signlessist in the right light, that kind of thing.

It would go Very Badly for him if any of the loyalists he chats with it figure out.

Syffus - The Tower: What event would trigger your muse’s breaking point

Losing her tech set up. Which sounds like a silly hill to die on, but Syffus is way over-invested in her helmsware. It’s where she’s hung all her hopes and dreams of maybe not dying during ascension. 

(This was part of her original plotline, actually: a budding helmtech has her wetware stolen by a highblood and used to helm a friend of hers, and goes kind of off the wall trying to save that friend. The tech and her buddy wound up meshed into one character to make Syffus)