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ase-trollplays · 3 months

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Come With Me

Your name is Brandy Voleon. You're only one sweep old, and you're on the living room floor of your shared hive currently coloring a picture of a fleet ship in your empire-approved coloring book. Your twin, Scotch, left a few minutes ago, though you don't remember where he said he was going. He just said he wouldn't be gone a long time.

Once you finish coloring the page of your book -- You know imperial ships are supposed to be red, but purple looks so much better, in your opinion -- you rip it out and scurry to the kitchen to put it on the fridge. Just as you're reaching for a magnet to pin your masterpiece, you hear shouting and the sound of your lusus shrieking outside.

*SNAARRRRLLLL!!!* "Hey you! Get away from that lusus!" *SCREEEEECH!!!* "You bastard! Get back here, damn you!"

You abandon the coloring book page and run up the stairs to yours and Scotch's respite block to hide. You're sure Wolf-Spider dad can handle whoever's out there. Hopefully your sibling is sa--

Your thoughts get interrupted by the sound of the front door being kicked open and someone running inside, and you can't remember ever feeling so scared in your life. Your antenna, one fuzzy and one not, twitch and shudder with fear.

"Is anyone here!? You have to come with me! You're in danger!"

Whoever just entered your hive sounds like a male troll and definitely an adult. Tears of fear sting the corners of your eyes, and you cover your mouth when you hear heavy footsteps running up the stairs. When the door to your respiteblock gets thrown open, you press your hands to your mouth more firmly to muffle the startled gasp you almost let out. It doesn't take long for the intruder to check the closet and find you inside, and the scream that tears out of you causes him to wince and cover his ears.

You scramble and try to make a break for it, but he grabs you by the arm before you can even get a foot away from him, which only makes you scream more in addition to panicked flailing and swatting.

"Stop screaming! I'm trying to help you!" he commands and grabs you by the shoulders. Tears are falling from your eyes like waterfalls as you screech at him to let go and cry out for your lusus or Scotch. The troll -- An adult jade with stitch-like scarring around his mouth, a fur-trimmed jacket splattered with your lusus's blood, and cross-like horns -- gives you a hard shake.

"Your lusus is dead!"

That actually manages to shut you up as you process what he just said. Now that you're quiet, he continues talking.

"My name is Japhyr, Okay? I tried to stop the other troll, but I was too late. Your lusus was already dead by the time I chased them away, but you're not safe. They could come back any second, so we have to go right now."

He yanks you into his arms and starts running with you, at which point you struggle against him and try to make him drop you.

"What about Scotch?? We hafta wait!" you protest. If you're not safe from whoever killed your lusus, then your sibling isn't either. You can't leave him behind. "He's coming back! We hafta wait for him!"

"There's no time, kid! That lusus killer could come back any second! If we wait, then all of us will die!" he warns and struggles to keep a firm grasp on you, which in turns makes you fight against him even harder.

"Nooooo!! No, no, no! We hafta wait! We hafta wait for Scotch!" you repeat and start biting him and swinging your little fists and kicking like your life depends on it. Japhyr snarls and holds you at arm's length as you flail in his grasp with tears in your eyes.

"Dammit, there's no time! As soon as you're safe, I'll come back for Scotch! I promise, okay??"

You tone down your struggling and glare at him, your antenna tensing up as well. He can tell you don't believe him, and for a split second you feel hot -- Really hot and like you're being pricked all over. However, it only lasts for a fragment of a second.

"Promise? Promise you'll get Scotch too??" you question. Japhyr's every feature screams impatience, but he takes a deep breath and puts on a stoic face.

"I promise on my life I'll come back for him as soon as you're safe. I'll let you kill me yourself if I don't. Okay? Do we have a deal? You have to answer right now."

Although still doubtful, you nod. He tucks you under one arm and breaks into a sprint out of your hive. You only catch a glimpse of Wolf-Spider Dad's bloody, severed, and battered body as Japhyr runs away with you in tow.

You really, really hope that Scotch will be okay. You don't ever want to be without your sibling.

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Your name is Brandy Voleon, and you're an eleven sweep office worker. Your guardian, the closest thing to family you've ever known, was killed two sweeps ago, and you still miss him.

Sometimes, though, you feel like there used to be someone else...

#things to read #Brandy Voleon #this was originally going to be a bunch of little stories #recounting prominent memories Brandy has with Japhyr #but then I realized that wasn't going to happen bc this first one was getting long #and I didn't want to cut anything out

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cloudbattrolls · 2 months

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Sometimes you have to cover for trying to murder someone with an excuse that makes them roast you further.

#Kasolm Varzim #brandy Voleon

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knavestrolls · 3 months

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Change of Plans

Your name is Scotch Voleon. You’re one sweep old and you’ve just left your hive to grab- well, you knew when you left your hive what you were going for. It was close to home, small, and easy to get! Shouldn’t have taken you more than a few minutes, really. As it stands, you find yourself wandering aimlessly until you trip over something. You throw out your hands to catch yourself and manage to only scrape up your knees a little. That’s better than the last time you fell! Your lusus and Brandy will be so proud of you!! It makes it easier to ignore the ache and stand up again to look down at what you’d tripped over.

A plush. Specifically a plush Brandy had given you! That’s why you’d run out!! You’d been sitting down to color with your twin when you’d realized it was missing and you couldn’t be without it! Your special plush came with you everywhere. Just as you picked it up and turned to head back, the noises started. The awful screeching reached you easily, but you couldn’t make out the other noise. Holding your plush tightly in one arm, your hand went to anxiously pull at your still fuzzy antenna. Brandy and your lusus hate when you do that, but they’re not here to stop you.

Wait.

They’re not here.

Your eyes widen as the noises die down and you panic a little. They’re at home! That was definitely your lusus making that noise and they’re without you! You don’t have time to be afraid- not when your twin could be in trouble! Desperately you force your legs forward until you break into a run, arm squeezing the plush so tightly it’s leaving an imprint on your exposed forearm. You don’t slow down, not until your hive comes back into view.

It’s the smell that hits you first. Metallic, gross, and cloying- it sticks in your sinuses and you can almost taste it. You’re clumsy enough to be familiar with the smell of blood, but never have you had it this strong before. You can’t see much beyond the sea of blood in front of you- but you can see what remains of your lusus in it.

Tears fall and you do nothing to stop them.

“Brandy??” Your voice is much quieter than it should be, with how much you want to find your twin. You call out again, louder, forcing your voice to go so loud it hurts your throat. “Brandy?!”

There’s no answer.

The door to your hive is wide open, there’s a pool of blood in front of it, and your twin isn’t answering.

At first, you still have hope. Maybe Brandy’s just hiding- but then, why leave the hive door open? Maybe your twin got away?? You don’t see footprints anywhere though. Ultimately, it’s the sight of a blood soaked piece of paper that crushes you completely.

Brandy would never leave his coloring behind like that, they always go on the fridge.

You sob uncontrollably. You don’t know how long you’re there, or when you started pulling at your antenna again. Your lusus never moves. Brandy never appears. You may be young, but you’re not stupid. You know how living on this planet works. They’re dead. All you have left of them is the plush held tightly in your hand and a hive with a broken lock. A hand touches your head and you glance up, scared frozen solid when faced with an adult.

“I’m sorry for your loss, little one.” Her voice is soft and sweet, but she has too many pupils on you. It makes you squirm. You don’t say anything back and after a long while, she speaks again. “You’re alone now, but you don’t have to be. Safer for a limeblood like you not to be as well. We’ll take care of that- claim you in my line.”

“I-I don’t know you.” Your voice is a hoarse whisper.

“My apologies. It has been a while since I have seen a living troll.” Her response only worries you further, but you’re calmed when she kneels down. She meets your eyes and bows her head to you, something you’ve never heard of adults doing ever! “I am Vrekis. What’s your name, little one?”

“Scotch.” The way she’s so soft and warm with you makes you relax. If an adult wanted to kill you, she didn’t have to go through all of this trouble. Especially not with your lusus already dead behind you. Still, you’re not sure how much you can trust her yet. “Scotch Voleon.”

“Ah, last names. A line of importance, especially if you are to be of my line I suppose. Vrekis Rowitz. Before we start on anything, let us give your lusus their due.” The woman moved forward before kneeling in front of said lusus, lime blood soaking her blue dress. You couldn’t hear what she said next, but you watched in fascination as she closed your lusus’ eyes and seemed to pray for them. You’d never heard of anyone doing that before! When Vrekis stood, her dress was dry as if she’d never kneeled. Despite what was happening, you still found that pretty cool.

You think Brandy would have found it cool too, if he was still here. Fresh tears start down your face.

You watch as the adult moves the soil near your hive. Despite her only using her hands, it doesn’t take long before she’s got a reasonably sized hole in the ground. You bite your antenna, wondering if that hole is for you.

Vrekis quickly makes it clear that it’s not as she moves your lusus into it and begins filling the hole back up.

You’re so confused that you stop crying. Instead, you watch until the last chunk of soil is put back over your lusus’ body. Vrekis gently grabs your hand and pulls you over until you’re kneeling in front of the disturbed dirt.

“Speak, little one. It is important the dead know what they mean to the living, so they don’t linger.” Vrekis encourages you but the idea seems almost mean to you. Wouldn’t you want your lusus to linger with you, even if they are dead?

No.

No, she’s right.

Your lusus did everything for you and Brandy, they deserve to rest now. You get what she’s saying, sort of. You don’t know what you mutter but it seems to please her. Instead, you’re thinking of Brandy. You’re willing to part with your lusus like this, with the body right in front of you but…

Not with Brandy.

You’ll keep Brandy with you.

You won’t say anything to send his soul away. You don’t want to lose your twin forever!

Vrekis asks your permission to pick you up and waits patiently until you decide she can. She walks through the blood so you don’t have to, bringing you to your hive so you can pack anything you want. Apparently you’ll be living in a cavern now! You’ve always wanted to have cave adventures- they were just supposed to happen with your twin.

Your name is Scotch Voleon- except, now it’s not.

Your name is Scotch Rowitz and you’ve never lived anywhere but in the caverns with your Mom.

#Scotch Voleon #Scotch Rowitz #Davie's Drabbles #hello morning crowd

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ase-trollplays · 4 months

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Be the weirdo limeblood

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Your name is Brandy Voleon, and you take offense to being called a weirdo! You're not any weirder than anyone else on Baby Murder Hell Planet, thank you very much. If anything, you're more normal than the majority of the population. Anyways, you're eleven sweeps old, and you live in a place called The Villa. You think it's a fine place to live, but all of your online friends you've told about it have described it as "if red flags were a city." Yeah, it's got its eccentricities like the normalized cannibalism and the REALTORs and the fact that no one can find this place unless they're hatched there or led there, but it's fine. There's probably weirder, more dangerous places out there.

You've lived in The Villa for essentially your whole life, but you're technically an outsider. After being orphaned at only one sweep old, you were brought there by a jade named Japhyr, and he raised you all the way until you were nine sweeps old when he was killed in a freak accident. He was a little odd and occasionally would lose himself to horrorterror influence and become unhinged and violent (One such episode leading to that big scar on your face, but it's fine), but you loved him all the same. He only ever had your best interests at heart. You still miss him.

Anyways, this is supposed to be about you! You like to think of yourself as a pretty chill guy. It takes a lot to rattle you or even make you uneasy. Living where you do, you're pretty desensitized to horror. You're also pretty passive and the type to react to things happening rather than making things happen. You can also be a little bit of a people pleaser and really clingy when you get attached to someone since Japhyr kept you pretty isolated. Most of your friends are online, but when you manage to make one in real life you give it your all.

However, just because you're a passive people pleaser doesn't mean you'll tolerate abuse of any kind. You've killed more than a few trolls who took you for an easy mark or even so much as threatened harm on your friends, and you'd do it again and again and again with no regrets every single time. As they say, "Violence isn't the answer. Violence is the question, and the answer is yes."

As a limeblood, you have emotion-based psionics. However, instead of the pacifying abilities your caste is associated with, your powers are (in your opinion) significantly less useful. By focusing on a specific person, you can feel their emotions. Not in an empathetic way, but in a quite literal way. As in, their emotions are physically felt by you. Tangibly. Anger feels like being covered in hot needles. Fear feels like static electricity. Tiredness makes your body feel heavier. Happiness makes you feel warmer. Malice feels like you're being suffocated. You get the idea. It's real neat and all, but you feel like you lost the psionic lottery.

For work, you make a living doing data entry and inventory detail for a big company. It's dull and tedious, but it keeps the bills paid, and you like all of your coworkers. However, when you need extra money or a break from the monotony of office work, you take part in trade of the "organ harvesting and selling" variety. It's how Japhyr made his way, and naturally he taught you everything he knows. Your name and face is well-known in the organ trafficking circle, but you keep that little side hustle separate from your normal life. It's important to maintain a positive image, you know?

One of your primary hobbies is studying the occult and outer beings. You initially got into it in hopes of finding a way to help Japhyr, but now that he's dead you mostly keep at it for your own amusement and because it's genuinely fascinating to you. Maybe one night you'll work up the courage to contact one of the beings you've read about. But not now.

Your lesser hobbies include stargazing and watching youtubers, specifically those who review and analyze various media like movies, tv shows, and video games. You're also in like, thirteen different discord servers and mod a couple of them. How you have the time for that much activity? Who even knows, but damn if you don't make time. Those are your friends in there!

Speaking of your friends, you used to have a twin. The two of you spent the first sweep of your lives together before being separated by chance when Japhyr found you orphaned since said twin was away from the hive at the time. However, you were so young back then that you don't really remember much about him now. All you remember is that at one point you had a twin that you lived with before living with Japhyr.

You use knifeKind for your strife specibus. Your favorite knife is your trusty tanto knife, followed by your hunting knife, followed by your switchblade, followed by... Well, let's just say you have A Lot of knives. What can you say? You like sharp pointy things.

Your trollian is mundaneAnomolies "And you 2ort of hav3 a thing for th3 numb3r 23."

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#Brandy Voleon

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ase-trollplays · 4 months

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Facts about Brandy

Due to growing up in The Villa, Brandy is desensitized to creepiness and most things that would spook or unsettle a normal person.

Japhyr is the one who killed his lusus, and he planned on sacrificing Brandy to the horrorterror corrupting his mind when he turned ten. However, he was killed in a freak accident (which may not have actually been an accident :3c) when Brandy was nine. He has no idea about Japhyr's plan and wouldn’t believe it if you told him.

He got the scar on his face from Japhyr, who was in the midst of a horrorterror-induced lapse in sanity and cut him across the face with a knife when he tried to calm him down. He was only a sweep and a half old at the time.

He didn't know that his blood color is illegal and could get him culled on sight until he was ten sweeps old and left The Villa for the first time with Rhyian.

His schoolfeeding was entirely online since Japhyr wanted to keep Brandy to himself as much as possible.

He has a fight reaction to fear

His favorite food is Chinese food. Buffets are his favorite place to eat.

Although he is a cisgender male, Brandy is also intersex. This mostly manifests as little body hair, inability to grow facial hair, subtle curves, and his antenna (which are male and female).

He has an older twin sibling named Scotch who he was separated from when they were one sweep due to Japhyr's bad timing when orphaning and taking Brandy. Brandy has very little memory of his twin due to being so young when they were separated.

Brandy is bisexual in a literal "half straight, half gay" way. He's exclusively attracted to women in flushed and men in pitch. Nonbinary folks are a wildcard which quadrant he'll prefer.

Speaking of quadrants, he's also aromantic in pale.

#Brandy Voleon

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