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feel the ocean as it breathes, shivering teeth
see the mountains where they meet smothering me
as the wind fends off the waves, I count down the days
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The three servitors, custodians of three mega-sized lusii who's death foretells the birth of the paradise planet! After Riccin's impromptu abduction by the Ziz, they ended up moirails with Averii.. and enemies with Saevus, who's less than thrilled to have a yellowblood being integrated into this typically bloodline-locked club.
Averii & Saevus are @rebatrolls, as always~
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I saw third place and I knew what had to be done, with some help from @activatingaggro ofc.
Congrats to all the ball winners!
#12th Perigee Ball 2023#I don't even go here so I'm so pleased with third ngl#And once I had this idea it comforted me through having no power and spotty wifi#I would @ people but would that be weird
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Voting will last until Dec 18th at 7PM EST!
Due to the amount of nominees we have this year, we have decided to do a two part voting process as we did with the theme votes. We will hold the first round of voting on google forms until Dec 18th, then we will have a second round of voting of the top 5 nominees for each category using the built in tumblr poll system set for 1 day.
After the poll concludes on Dec 19th at 7PM, we will officially announce our ball king and queen!
Please feel free to share this as many times as you want, but please keep in mind that we want everyone to have a fair shot at winning. Tell your friends to vote, but not for who! Let’s keep this fun, especially with all these great choices available to us this season!
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H-hey, so if you just backspace after submitting something, Tumblr will just remember you uploaded an image to it. Isn't that just a fun and spicy thing to learn 10+ years in to being on this hellsite.
#I'm gonna go wail myself to bed now#I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE PEOPLE LOOK AT VADAYA AGAIN#ooc whine time
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Ball King Nominee No. 8 - Vadaya Dufuna
Submitted by: Iconic Conetl
I want to nominate Vadaya Dufuna to be the
[X] Ball King
[ ] Ball Queen
[ ] Grand Couturierof the Ball of 12th Perigee Eve 2023 because: See, dearhearts, just turn your gaze and look at this~ Shore, you might say, why, is this fellow even riding the same theme rest of us? But of course, he is. The gold! The cloak! Even that feisty little skull - he’s wrapped up as pretty as any little chocolate, just waiting to find out what’s inside~
#jazzhands at my boy#Cal made him too pretty NOT to throw in to the fray#If only to make people look at him again
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❄️tomie
#I'm fucking sobbing#Tomie making Vadaya hate him is a meme that will never get old#}>:/ WHY IS HE YELLING THAT#WHY IS HE LIKE THIS
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Well The Weather Outside Is Frightful
VADAYA URVATA DUFUNA | 14 SWEEPS | 12TH PERIGEE BALL | 2177 WORDS
“Vadaya Dufuna, right? I’m Gloria Dazzle, here with Sanxing Nightly! Do you have the time for an interview?”
“I told you the half-mask wouldn’t be enough,” your kismesis purrs close to your ear, close enough that the heat of his breath scalds your fin. You can feel the pulse of his psionics like a heartbeat in the velvet of your horns, as familiar as the sight of him. He’s got an arm on your shoulder, elbow against the collar of your shirt and hand gripping the shoulder of your cape in a light grasp that still reeks of possession. He’d stuck close to you the moment the two of you had entered the sea of cameras that marks the entrance to the ball, so fussy over the idea that any portrait that might hit the media would be of only one of you. For tonight, you’re practically a singular being, two halves of a whole that will simply shatter away if you’re not complete.
But it is your anniversary, isn’t it? The both of you are allowed to be a bit sentimental.
Except that you’re not even in the event proper and there’s already an irritant. ‘Isn’t that an unkind way to think of another troll?’ you chide yourself, but the feeling lingers.
“I --” you start to say, ready to pull away, but a hand darts out to grip your wrist. It’s hers, and you can feel Iconic coil like a snake behind you with instant intent. Your head turns towards him without a second thought, but before you can remind him that spilling blood on the entryway is not how you gain admittance to this kind of ball, Gloria’s voice is chirping away.
“You will? Of course you will!” She’s unaware of the danger she’s in, you start to worry, as her arm drops. Or perhaps just a bit ignorant- she’s got the bright tones of a high navyblood in her eyes, her dress opulent but not grand enough to upstage whatever poor victims she picks out of the crowd. Sanxing always has their latest crop of Destriminators crawling over any social event like this; the Empire’s reminder that whatever went on tonight, only that which they wanted to be known would be seen by the rest of the planet.
Apparently, that meant they wanted to see you. Briefly, you hoped, and you made your shoulders relax in hopes that Iconic will follow your lead. “I can spare a moment,” you say with only the hint of a sigh edging your words, and instantly there’s a camera drone buzzing in front of you.
Your second eyelid flicks across your vision against the glare of the lights, bright before it dims. “Sorry about that, the drone takes a second to balance light quality with so much going on,” Gloria murmurs, leaning in close to you as if she’s divulging some sympathetic secret. This close you can see the tell-tale nystagmus of wetware use, the tell-tale involuntary flicker of her wide blue eyes as her brain reaches into the computerized information she has tucked away.
Or is she recording this, you wonder? Her eyes look too organic for cameras, but audio transcription…
Iconic sighs against you, shifting his weight into you hard enough to break you from your pondering. That was the point of it, you realize with a sudden feeling of chagrin. He’s trying to stop you from looking like a fool who just stares at a troll when they’re being spoken to. “It is alright,” you tell her, and you feel the weight on your shoulders lessen as Iconic rearranges his psionics to once more ignore the demands of gravity. “I am familiar with drones. We use them in my work, at times, when a situation allows for it.”
“Oh yes,” your interviewer breathes out, and you wonder if her interest is real or feigned. Maybe instead of recording you, she was just pulling up information on you. “The Imperial Psionic Corps is lucky to have such a strapping soldier in its ranks. There aren’t many highbloods after all, are there?”
You wonder if the drone can pick up the low chuff Iconic releases, or the tightening of your jaw behind the glamor of your mask before you remember yourself. “That is a common misconception, based on our Program’s name, I am sure. Though we are the ‘Psionic’ Corps, there are many psychics who also work in our mission to eradicate any signs of rebellion and keep our Empire safe. You may even see some Ceruleans and Indigos here tonight that are my peers, working in security. Such an event is, of course, a tempting target for insurgents. The Corps has been volunteering forces since the ball’s inception.”
It was how you had found yourself here, sweeps ago now. How the time had passed! You can feel a pang of nostalgia even thinking back on it, how alone and awkward you had been. It had been a night of watching the clock pass so you could be released from your duty, until Iconic had found you. How he had, you’ve never known. It hadn’t been important in the grand scheme of things, not compared to the thrill of it all.
After all, how many trolls ever challenged you looking for a fight? You were a trained soldier of the Empire, one gifted with psionic powers. Rebels ran in fear of you, and those who tried to resist were struck down just as quickly. Iconic had looked at all of that and had decided you were just a challenge he needed to pit himself against, and you…
You had dumped your drink in his face instead of making a spectacle of yourself. Amazing how much in your life had happened over one split-second decision of indignation. Now sweeps later you were both back again, handfasted, ready to celebrate the anniversary of the night that had really started it all.
Without thinking of it you’ve tipped your head back, face angled so you can catch the sight of your kismesis’ profile. He’s got his lips pursed, eyeing the drone like he’s considering what best angle he can strike to make his best impression to the masses. When he feels the weight of your gaze though he turns towards you, like a flower angling towards the sun. His brows are furrowed but whatever look he catches on your face pulls the expression short, softening. He calls you a sap, but how can you be anything but?
Gloria clears her throat as you reach a hand up to place it over the one on your shoulder, cradling its heat against your palm. “Well yes,” she hems, as you brace yourself for the clear way this conversation is going to go. “But you’re the only Violet, isn’t that right?”
“As of the moment,” you reply as blandly as you can manage, not letting your fins budge an inch. Perhaps next ball you’ll find something more identity-hiding. “But we are always looking for more recruits. Psionic highbloods are a valued asset to our Corps, and a useful weapon in the Empress’ quiver against any threat. If any trolls might be watching that are curious, I would invite them to check out their closest recruitment office- we are located in all large population centers.” The quickest way to end this, you hope, would be to use it as an opportunity to advertise your branch’s interests. Nobody watched these things for blatant propaganda.
Gloria, bless her pumper, only seems a bit disheartened at the idea of you losing her views. Maybe she’d just edit this all out, or maybe patriotism was on the rise again. You never followed the trends close enough to know what media the planet was craving. “Of course, we’re all very grateful to those who volunteer,” she demures as her eyes flick past you to your kismesis. “Wouldn’t your date agree?”
Why hadn’t you considered she might speak to him? Naively, you had just thought that Iconic was the sort of topic that Alternia preferred not to highlight. He had gone against his Imperially designed fate, and had only escaped it completely due to your help and a few legally grey loopholes. You were still paying for it in a way, but to put him in front of a camera…
"Aren't you just something!" he purrs, sticky-sweet. "My goodness gracious. So awful confident for such a shy little blueberry~" His weight shifts again, hand sliding from grasping your shoulder to pressing against your collar. He’s leaning in towards her now, close enough to you that the curls he’s forgotten he has nearly smack you in the face in a wave of…
“Did you use my shampoo?” Your brows raise, because you’re sure you’re right. That Iconic ignores you just confirms it, because you know he heard you. And yet he keeps his eyes on Gloria, lips twisting. "You can't even bring yourself to say a fellow's name? I'm Iconic, sweetheart, but, why, you've already seen that."
Another reason not to put him in front of a camera, you think with a familiar twinge of contempt. It’s a warm sort of hate, the relationship you have with him. Reading him is like skimming over the pages of a beloved novel, and you once more allow yourself a moment of admiring him. He looks primed and ready to reach out to the navyblood, but so loath to detach himself from you that he stays looming over your shoulder like a gargoyle.
His eyes catch with yours for a moment, searching, before he pulls back. “Speaking of volunteers, you look like just such a right and proper little navy, with that little clipboard and drone!” He says so sweetly that honey might as well be dripping from his fangs. “So why don’t you put yourself to some proper use, hmm, and go volunteer to spread the good word? Why, there's an entire hall full of psionics here, just dying to hear about their imperial duties from such a precious little blueberry, and I’m pretty sure I can see one right there-”
He jabs a finger imperiously, unknowing- or uncaring- about how drawn the navyblood’s face has gone. You’re afraid your interview might be scrapped entirely, but do you mind terribly? No, you quickly decide as she grasps at her drone. Iconic has managed to keep you from what was certainly going to be a long drawn out social game.
“So nice to meet you,” she says with false cheer as her claws click over the metal of her drone, eyes now averted. Maybe she thought Iconic was more domesticated these sweeps- poor thing. “And you as well.”
“Time’s a wasting,” Iconic chirps a moment behind, the glow of his eyes just a bit more intense. That’s enough to break the rest of her courage, with the formalities done, and the novice Destriminator bobs her head once before she darts away in search of a story with less teeth. Leaving your pitch looking very, very smug.
“Was that necessary?” You ask just to get his attention away from watching her back, and the laugh you get in reply is louder now as Iconic strokes his hand over the skin of your neck. “You’re lucky the only one I want to touch tonight is you, sugarhorns,” he says in a tone that has the back of your neck heating, right before he ruins it. “And navy blood would just ruin my outfit. It’d clash, Vadaya~.”
You roll your eyes at him, twisting out from under his grasp so that you can turn to face Iconic properly. His grin is sardonic, but it loses its edges when you take his hand in your own and pull him in closer. “We would hate for that,” you murmur when you’ve got your arms situated around him, and your pumper still skips when he relaxes into your hold instead of pulling away. How did you get as lucky as this?
There’s still cameras all over the place, there’s too many eyes, but your head still dips in to close the distance between you. It’s a fleeting touch, but it’s worth it for the way he looks when you pull back- face flushed, eyes wide. “We are blocking the way, Iconic. Come.” Your arms drop just when he leans in to reciprocate, your lips quirking up at the instant outrage that takes over the ardent look he was giving you moments ago.
“Oh, sugarhorns, don’t you dare -”
It’s your turn to laugh as you grab his hand and pull him back towards the crowd, delighted in the sputtering your kismesis gives as he realizes you might have the upper hand in this moment. He’ll pay you back for it, you know he will- and isn’t that part of the allure? The push and tug of your unique rivalry has set you on a path you might have never foreseen, but you haven’t regretted a single moment of it.
“Happy 12th Perigee, Iconic. I hate you more than words can say.”
#oh god I haven't posted a drabble in a hot second#vadaya writings#Egghunt#They're simps your honor#simps that will murder the world for each other#I can't believe this is their like six year anniversary hot damn#12TH PERIGEE BALL 2023#Something for the writing tag if there is one I guess SHRUGS
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in a tidal wave of mystery
you'll still be standing next to me
you could be my luck
even if we're six feet underground
i know that we'll be safe and sound
we're safe and sound
i could lift you up
i could show you what you want to see
and take you where you want to be
You could be my luck
Even if the sky is falling down
I know that we'll be safe and sound
And here's to the best ship, the longest ship, and also the second-longest character interactions of my entire cast - Riccin and Hadean were the first characters to interact, but Sipara and Hadean were the second to meet.
Hadean belongs to @rebatrolls, as always~ Costumes are two chocolate skeletons, and the rainbowdrinker they've hauled along.
#hadean art#This one is one of my favorites#I'm sorry I made Hadean so complicated Mar you're the best#I just love the MOVEMENT in this one#also the horrible lowblood trio 5ever
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YOU.
[Don't you ever tame your demons
But always keep 'em on a leash]
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WOOOOO RIGHT IN TIME!
Commission for @rebatrolls of her troll Vadaya Urvata! It was a really fun experience getting to dress one of my favorite boys, and I learned a lot about rococo leaves and floral patterns since I uh. Decided to be stupid and hand draw on the gold embroidery. And rendered the mask.
This really was a labor of love and I'm really honored to have the chance to draw him proper and looking snazzy!!
Thank you again Reba for commissioning me!
[Full Resolution]
#you would make my boy a sussy little baka?#you would make him vent?#dishonor upon you!!!#he was just doing his tasks!
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[Don't you ever tame your demons
But always keep 'em on a leash]
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WOOOOO RIGHT IN TIME!
Commission for @rebatrolls of her troll Vadaya Urvata! It was a really fun experience getting to dress one of my favorite boys, and I learned a lot about rococo leaves and floral patterns since I uh. Decided to be stupid and hand draw on the gold embroidery. And rendered the mask.
This really was a labor of love and I'm really honored to have the chance to draw him proper and looking snazzy!!
Thank you again Reba for commissioning me!
[Full Resolution]
#Vadaya Art#I'm laying in bed screaming#Cal went SO CRAZY ON THIS ART#And I got to watch them do a lot of it and it's mindbending how they do what they do man#what an artist#even if they don't ORGANIZE THEIR LAYERS#I'm gonna roll around in this#And get it printed to put on my wall#Mar reminded me that there are printers who will do gold foiling and I'm going insane
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"Alright, kid, so here's the plan.
Step one: we're going go over there, kind of close, but not too close. See, there's a balancing act - you want her to know that you're over there, and you want her to know that she knows you're over there, and this is some stupid wriggler shit, because - and get this - she'll get so fed up, so quickly. She'll let us hang around for twenty, thirty, minutes max, and then she'll start thinking about it."
"Honour fifteen or five? Must have plan. But what?"
"Plan just annoy me? Immature. Too immature. Doesn't make sense." And then she'll start wondering why you're here, you know? She'll go, "eh, why this? Not even right type. Not even enough ass. Must be plan."
And then, get this, she'll start wondering what the actual fuck we're talking about. Are we having a conversation? What the fuck do we even have to talk about? Like, no offense - and by the way,
sorry, your ass is fine, don't get a complex - but we don't really overlap, you know? Except in giving Glitch a fucking complex, which'll be great. Shit, she's probably already sent over some of her spy bees to try and eavesdrop already. Or she would, if I hadn't brought my wasps.
No one ever expects the wasps, you know?
Honour and Glitch meet up at the 12th Perigee Ball every season, but they don't actually go together. Gotta leave your options open! Gotta leave the possibility of seeing one of your pitch fling's other pitch flings flying solo, and abducting her to see exactly how many bees will actually fit inside a bonnet.
#Not my characters but I love them#And Honour's fucking getup#She's so much and Glitch is going to laugh at her#And at Nana's discomfort#HOW CUTEEE <<:)
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how cruel is the golden rule
when the lives we lived are only golden-plated?
and I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
though I carried carats for everyone to see
Fool's Gold, matching for @rebatrolls' Kindra's first ball out of the program.
#aAAAHHHHH#I love them your honor#Kindra art#this came out so good#I'm glad you decided to go with them matching it's so EXTRA#Fools Gold
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We're up all night 'til the sun
We're up all night to get some
We're up all night for good fun
We're up all night to get lucky (nyaaa)
Kua and @rebatrolls' Tykhae at the 12th Perigee Ball 2023! Everyone fucking hates the entire cat schtick, but Kua thinks it's a great play on his name, so they're all just having to deal with it.
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I got distracted by IRL tragedies, BUT. All the writing is done! @activatingaggro is enabling me in being extra, so they're gonna do art for everything after they have recovered from doing a ton of art for the Perigee Ball, bless their HEART.
But I'm resting on my laurels for now. Might nitpick some stuff to make it smoother? Or add on anything I might remember. We'll see.
Glad that the longest thing I've written in all of 2023 is going to be about CLOWNS.
But almost done with it, just two more to go. :o)
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Glad that the longest thing I've written in all of 2023 is going to be about CLOWNS.
But almost done with it, just two more to go. :o)
#ooc whine time#sometimes you just need to unearth your writing muse by writing stuff for yourself#about weird alien clown cults
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Accountability post to keep my ADHD in check: Getting there! Did not think this would get as lengthy as it did, o-oops.
Ahh yeah it's time for my annual worldbuilding post. This time, it's the like seven different denominations of clown religion that no one asked for!
#Three (?) sects to go#And Mar is helping to make things super cool#because we can both be extra for no reason!
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