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#i had a few but the first that comes to mind is my LPS horse#her name was Stella :) she had the code that let you play on the online world. the old one not LPSO#the other one that comes to mind is a monkey named Bongo#he was also part of a franchise that had an online world#it was called Shining Stars#they had a star decal on their feet#wandering-trolls
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working on arceel's toyhouse and finally writing his early backstory
wow i never give this guy a break do i ;)
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"That he was so madly immersed in the love of his mortal girlfriend that, after she was gone, forever, he wrote an immortal love story in her memory?"
Ravinder Singh, Can Love Happen Twice?
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sometimes when i do tarot or oracle card readings, i like to kind of imagine that i am talking to the character(s) depicted on the card, like they're the manifestation of the archetype in my head. sometimes it helps me understand the situation better, to take a guess at their emotions and meanings and how that all ties in to the reading. its like connecting on a more personal level to better understand what im reflecting on
anyway, why im saying this is because i think it would be neat to have a character or one of my existing characters be able to do this, only the spirits behind the archetypes are actually real
it would be interesting to have a mage character do this but i think it would be funnier if Masuni could-- just one more thing he doesn't realize is pretty abnormal. or maybe he does, and its another thing he keeps hush hush. probably and very likely its somewhere in between. i mean, the guy sees demons and faeries pretty regularly but he doesnt KNOW thats what it is, or the implications of it. he thinks: oops, all ghosts! ...if he cant even remember the encounter at all ;)
Masuni only understands tarot as a tool for reflection. so he would be interested in it for that reason, regardless of what he knows or rather doesnt know about magic
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With the help of @relaxxattack we've made another Better Discord theme, Chitter theme!
Once again this theme is majorly enhanced by the use of the BetterRoleColors and plrualChum plugins (See the github repo to learn how to activate them both at once)
Aditionally if you are using relaxattack's troll emojis, using this theme with the mentioned plugins will colour your emojis to said blood colour!
#....yeah sure fuck it ill try it out#unless themes are a nitro thing which then i cant but#looks immersive
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Arceel makes me ask the most serious of questions. such as:
can rocks get drunk?
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‘how many times can the same thing break your heart?’
as long as you love it.
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Divine Interaction
Character(s): Athena Uyilst, Athens Uyilst, Zomovast (@mageofspacemultiverse), mentions of the Hidelord (@mageofspacemultiverse)
Plot: Hide and Seek
About: She killed him. That's what Athena convinced herself when she failed to save a man who once brought her so much hope. Wayward cultists don't last long in the public eye if the Government can help it; hope is a poison to any tyrant, after all. When Athens guides Athena to a familiar place to meet his old friend, well, she never would have expected it to be him.
Word Count: 1,411
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Athena clutched her cloak tightly and pulled it tighter around her. Though they were far from the dangers of the city, she still couldn’t help but feel paranoid. What if a drone patrolled past? What if they happened upon a stranger and they recognized her? And for what? To rendezvous with a stranger? She looked to her brother, Athens, who was guiding her. He seemed calm, confident. Was it really safe?
She rehearsed the letter in her head. It had been vague, but no doubt addressed to her. A mysterious stranger, a friend of Athens, had claimed affiliation with a cult that should have been disbanded by now. He had claimed familiarity with her, and after hearing so much about her from Athens himself he would like to meet her face to face when safe and convenient. Wariness itched in her veins. She hadn’t met anyone from the Children of the Soil in a very long time.
Their leader had once been a beacon that had shone even on the agnostic Athena, preaching of a better life and filling the public with hope of a better future. Unfortunately, his life had been cut short; a favor from the Government itself. They couldn’t risk another uprising. She wished she could say they made him a martyr, but no one spoke his words anymore. There’s no whispers in the streets. No talk of hope. No will to live. All because I killed him, she thought to herself guiltily. An innocent man’s blood, on my hands.
A voice gripped the back of her skull, and the familiar scent of blood, sweat and alcohol filled her nose. I thought I taught you better than that, songbird, the voice spat. Athena looked around her, eyes wide, her heart pounding against her chest. Hidelord…?
“You doing okay?” Athens looked over his shoulder at her, his voice alone helping her to snap out of her daze. Athena lowered her eyes to the ground, her face decorated with a frown.
“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine.”
“We can turn around. We can do this another time, or not at all.”
“No, no,” Athena hugged her arms, “I can do this. I have to.” His brow creased with concern, but no words left when he opened his mouth and instead he turned back around.
The longer they walked the more familiar the forest became, and the more dread weighed down her feet. The forests around the Capital were familiar enough by themselves– her and Athens spent a portion of their sweeps living in these environments, but this path in particular hurt her. The Children, she glanced around her as if she expected to see a gathering of trolls among the thinning woods. The two Purplebloods were approaching an abandoned garden shed that had seen better nights. Out in the beyond so close and out of reach stood a large twisted tree that bent over, as if exhausted, while cradling the two moons above among its drooping visage. This was where she saw the Children last, when she encouraged them to dance and sing out of joy and memory of their departed leader; some futile attempt at a funeral he would never actually get. Was it enough? Did I make up for it?
She could almost imagine the ghost of Zomovast writhing up from the ground, arms outstretched, fingers pointing accusations. She imagined the lopsided crookedness of his head, the skin of his throat bright from the gallows’ rope. The bleached whiteness of his mask, a pale phantom in the darkness, casting its unnerving smile and asking questions she could not answer. Athena swallowed a lump in her throat and tried to reason with herself; she’s Undead, she’s perfectly capable of seeing ghosts, and there were none around. He’s not here to haunt her, but then why was the smell of decay so heavy in the air?
She stumbled as a knot twisted in her belly. Her shoulders heaved with every breath she struggled to gulp in. Too fast. She was breathing too fast, the coldness of the air stinging her lungs. Her eyes watered threatening tears, and her hands trembled and struggled to support her. Weak, nagged her old master’s voice. She knew Hidelord wouldn’t have approved of this behavior. No, no, she needed to be stronger, she needed to be tough, to survive– but she killed him, she killed him she killed him she killed him she killed–
A hand landed on her shoulder, and her mind screamed with fear and anger. With a vicious growl that tore from her throat she twisted and pulled her dagger from her side. She knocked the attacker away and blindly swiped at their legs before pouncing and bringing the blade to–
Athens’ throat.
Her brother stared up at her with wide eyes, his hands hooked around her wrists. His irises flashed, for the briefest of moments, a bright red glow. Suddenly, she felt seen– all her fears, all her pain, the memories of her torture. The irrational fear of the priest she never knew, and all the consequences that came from it. Surprise laced his features for a moment, but sympathy soon followed. She pulled her dagger away from him, and he turned his head, “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t mean to see.” She rolled off of him and sheathed her dagger. When Athens got to his feet she allowed him to embrace her, and once she was in his arms she let out a shaky sigh that threatened to devolve into a sob.
“Hey, hey, nothing was your fault.”
But it is, she wanted to argue. If I wasn’t so desperate to get to him first, then maybe things would be different… Once again Hidelord’s voice bounced around in her head. You’re a knife, meant to cut. But knives aren’t meant to feel, so how could she feel so much for someone she never knew?
Athens wrapped his arm around his sister and the two kept going. The scent of rot and decay grew stronger, making Athena’s nose wrinkle. No, it can’t be a ghost. Something had to be here. Something dead. Long dead. “Athens–”
“I know.”
The large tree slowly got closer and closer, and before long the two siblings stopped before it. Athena gazed up onto its curled branches solemnly, which held the two moons in its gnarled fingers. The moonlight glared down upon her, illuminating her, but filling her with a sense of blame. Two bright eyes in the sky, staring at her accusingly. They highlighted the tear that streamed down her face.
She turned to Athens, growling to keep herself from another breakdown, “Well?”
“He’s here,” Athens said, his voice low, soft, sad. “...Athena, this isn’t one of them, it really is…” He trailed off, not sure how to properly warn her of what she’ll see.
“Just who am I meeting?”
“It’s, well… ah, maybe we should go back, actually…”
“Athens,” Athena’s eyes narrowed, her ears flattening, “where is he? Who am I meeting?”
“That may take explaining.”
Both of them froze. That voice.
Athens was first to recover, and refused to meet Athena’s desperate eyes. He wiped at his nose, awkward shame rolling off of him in waves. Athena stared at him, her heart racing. Why? It couldn’t be…
She slowly turned around, eyes wide. The first thing she noticed was the stark white mask– not as pristine white as she remembered, but it was unmistakable. Her eyes lingered, and then they trailed to his horns: one zig-zag, and one curved, just like his. She drew in a breath sharply, it being involuntarily held in her chest, the only thing keeping her back from screaming.
Zomovast.
“Not to interject inappropriately, but I dearly hope your trek was by-and-large pleasant. It’s quite positive, overdue as it may be, to spy the face that pairs with the name. Hello, Miss Highglow.”
Her knees buckled and gave in under her. The world blurred, spun, and faded to a splotchy black as her body collided with the soft ground. Athens startled, immediately sinking next to his sister who had passed out before their very eyes and held her to him. He looked up at the priest, his surprise unable to be put to words of apology.
Zomovast tilted his head and fidgeted with his hands, “Ah, what a strange reaction to a greeting. Perhaps it is something I’ve said?”
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I know you're always going to need to ask
and I'm always going to answer
but it'll never stop feeling like
asking me if the sky is blue.
Yes, the sky is blue, grass is green
the world still spins, water is wet
you're a little broken and a mess
and I love you.
The sky is blue
and I love you.
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today's a good day for any Ptillo lovers on Toyhouse LOL
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Ptillo ♡
She's from @memurfevur ! If u havent met her uhhh u should send some asks :3
#i will never get over lil tiny heehoo#theyre besties your honor#lil murder friends#friend art#trollbreak#Ptillo Uyilst
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POV: youre walking through the park and find a strange looking bug on the lamppost beside you
this is also me indulging that Ptillo IS the parkour man everyone imagines outside their windows on car rides
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I WASN’T A BAD DOG
I WAS A SCARED DOG
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in order
@shenktrolls lacrim, @windy-trickster kyykel, @norts-trolls ringleader, @memurfevur arceel, @raitrolling ashell, @cloudbattrolls arty, @astrumocs doxiou, @asks-n-trolls marcel, @ase-trollplays florah
i feel like at least 3 of these are going to get me killed by said muse just for perceiving them
#!!!!!#aaaaa <33 thank you for drawing my favorite rock#im adding this to his toyhouse lol#Arceel Obelis#friend art#lashysdomain
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