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He's seen some shit
#mhetis arvalo#fcs#fuchsiablood#tyrianblood#seadweller troll#picen#homestuck#fantroll#homestuck au#zelsarts
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Facari
@ardatable
((Sorry about the miss send!))
((Sorry about the disappearing for years))
World: Alternia with a different Heiress and Empress.
Name: Facari ?????? - Not her real name. She left that behind long ago, and now her ‘stage name’ is just a knock-off of the Heiress’s name (Monari).
Hmmm. Given her desire to fly under the radar, she may want to pick a name that doesn’t sound quite so much like “Fake [Current Heiress].” If I may suggest an alternate, what about “Modain,” from the French mondaine (a fashionable woman of the world), and which shares a root with “mundane,” which she is presumably trying to be. It still starts with the same two letters as the current Heiress’s name which gives you the initial linguistic tie-in, but with vastly different meaning.
Age: 8 Sweeps.
Theme/Story: She’s not meant to be a Sburb player, and is part of the same band as Alcero Tonori (a gal that was sent in awhile ago).
When she was young, in the hustle and bustle of the dark caverns she was mistakenly listed as a light violet and sorted in with the rest of them. She survived long enough to get a violet lusus and have a modest hive constructed for her on the floor of a coral reef.
Normally, a rightful Heiress such as herself would step up for her title, but an Heiress was already on Alternia. A sweep older than her and already a menace, she knew she wouldn’t win the subsequent duel that would ensue.
When she was five, her lusus disappeared, and she, paranoid as many cull-worthy young ones are, took that as a sign to jump ship. She discarded all clothes that bore her sign, commissioned horn caps for herself, and left her hive behind.
For the next sweep, she posed as a traveling violet out to see the world. She wore a hood to cover her fins, and bounced from place to place. In this time, She wore a fake sign and watched how miserably lowbloods were treated, both by highbloods and by the system itself. She picked up drumming and played for small venues, and that’s where she met her future Matesprit, Alcero. They hit it off and, with one of Alcero’s friends on the Keytar, started a band called the Mythbloods. That’s where she is now.
Hmmm. I don’t know why she’d need to scrap her symbol if she was already mistaken for a violetblood; even with her fins covered I can only imagine the shape underneath a cloth would make it obvious she’s a seadweller even without someone seeing her blood color. She can still be hemoanon, but between the fins and the gold jewelry I’m pretty sure she’d be clocked for a seadweller in a second.
Review Goals: General overview please!
Strife Specibus: Beatkind - Both a pun on her music hobby, and descriptive of how she uses her drumsticks
Lmao I love it. It also means you can make some fun Earthbound jokes when she fights.
Fetch Modus: Eject+Password modus (“Passject Modus”)- Eject Modus and Password Modus stacked. Every item has a password, and an incorrect input will launch the wanted item at high velocity in the other direction.
Blood Color: Anon (Fuchsia)
Lunar Sway: Prospit - While she has considered her dismal future, she’s dedicated to following the road as it presents itself instead of always tearing herself up about her future.
Title: Thief of Void
I find this interesting and agree with your assessment! Instead of seeking the spotlight, she is deliberately taking irrelevance and secrecy for herself, most likely at the expense of making others more noticeable!
Symbol and Meaning: None! She left it behind along with her old name. Probably couldn’t draw it from memory.
Hmmmm. I might still suggest one that’s a happy medium between Pittanius and Aquittanius that’s just greyed out.
Handle: gadoidCamorra [GC]
Once again, the first word of this makes it p obvious she’s a seadweller! And the second word…appears to be the name of an Italian mafia secret society which controls, among other things, fisheries? WILD. If I may suggest an alternate taking from the same root, makybe gadoidParanza [GP[, which is Camorra slang from a word for small fishing boat that means a group of criminal youngsters, which is what the band is!
Quirk: “honestly, i didnt expecct to live this long. im down for anything.”
Doubles her Cs and uses all lowercase. Her old name had two Cs in it.
I like it! Since you’ve already established a strong fish theme, if you wanna further trowel on the dramatic irony she could start her messages with a little fishie like this: “><>”
Special Abilities: None, unless her frankly suprising feat of not being dead is worthy of note.
Lusus/Guardian: Used to be a violet blooded lobster with six claws. It disappeared one day when she was five, likely caught by lusus poachers.
:’C
Interests: Drumming, Reading, Writing, Athletics
Appearance: I figured I’d note some things here that aren’t clear in the art. The caps on her horns are made to look like decorative covers of horns that are that shape, but under them she has classic Fuchsia horns. The part of her fins that would usually be colored have been tattoed black, a very painful process that she had Alcero do for her (only applicable in art styles that color gills with blood color)
Personality: She’s a pretty flat speaker that doesn’t present much emotion verbally, but her words are often pretty warm and concerned. Despite her attempts to make herself completely neutral, she’s always been naturally friendly. For her own safety, she’s rather cold to strangers or people she knows are hemoloyal.
Land: N/A
That’s about it for this review! I really do like the concept behind this troll, and I hope some of my belated commentary helped!
-TR
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Akasha Ref
Will do some proper ones soon <3
Base by aoiku over on DA
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so. my idea here was “what if there were mutant trolls who were between castes?” kind of in the same line as circular hemospectrum theory, so i pulled up good ol meyerweb colorblender and google spreadsheets and. well. here you go
#rustblood#bronzeblood#yellowblood#limeblood#oliveblood#jadeblood#tealblood#ceruleanblood#blueblood#indigoblood#purpleblood#fuschiablood#tyrianblood#mutantblood#homestuck#hiveswap#hs#rowan posts#og
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@insert-random-snarky-pun-here has this absolutely amazing Homestuck x Hetalia crossover involving the 2ps that I just had to draw, featuring me playing around with troll designs
Featuring tyrian!Luci (I didn’t draw him in his Prince of Rage outfit because I didn’t want to draw cloth :P)
*Click for high resolution and transparency*
#my art#2p italy#homestuck#2p hetalia#hetastuck#hetalia#aph italy#Luciano vargas#tyrianblood#troll#crossover
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omg hi
#homestuck#eridan ampora#erikar#eridan#karkat#karkat vantas#fuchsia#fuchsia karkat#fuchsiablood karkat#tyrianblood karkat#jadeblood eridan#jadeblood#erikat#knight#homestuck knight#dave strider#classpect#hs latula#latula pyrope
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fusciablood trait comp doodle from math class!
#its all my hcs for tyrianbloods in one troll!#pic came out blue so i put a pink filter on it to fix it#my art#my post
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Now that the EZ trolls are almost completed, I wanna ask! which caste was your favorite overall? Also, which caste was the most difficult/least difficult to design for?
Hmm, I would probably say the purplebloods. Tyrianbloods ended up being the hardest to design, with the rustbloods being the easiest. Start of the project vs the end of the project.
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Updated Limeblood headcanons because I’m always a sucker for them (this is based on my TLG AU)
- The OG trolls, their species originally had lime green blood before it split into the twelve castes we know today
- Multiple variations depending on where they lived
- Amphibious, but could lean more towards land or water
- Didn’t worship the gods, but held them in high regard and respected them; what I’m saying is that limebloods were chill with gods but weren’t afraid to tell them they were wrong
- Capable of healing, mind control, empath abilities, powerful telekinesis and channeling immense destructive power; definitely the most powerful of the castes, even rivaling the fuschias
- Limebloods have naturally white hair; the Avysos are all mutated limebloods, so they have dark hair
- Because I really like the headcanon of limebloods being water-aligned, they mainly lived along coastlines and lakes
- Since all castes seem to have their own “thing”, limebloods were the healers. While it has been widely-erased from Alternia, they are responsible for eradicating a lot of diseases, and their cures and practices are used in modern times (albeit without credit)
- Alchemy was common practice
- Before they were wiped out, limebloods were banished from Alternian society and forced to live out in the wilds. They thrived for a short while as independent colonies with their own Mother Grubs, before Doc Scratch had Condy kill them all as well as most of the Mother Grub population
- This mainly done out of fear of a possible lowblood rebellion as limebloods, while peaceful, had the power and drive to turn the tides (although they just wanted equity and for everyone to stop murdering each other jfc Doc Scratch)
- While lower on the hemospectrum, limebloods were the closest relatives of tyrianbloods (possibly another factor into why HIC wanted them gone) but also share a majority of their genes with goldbloods
- They have a very strong bite
- On Earth C, limebloods are brought back but are treated as spectacles and their culture is kind of disrespected so they mostly live away from society (this started changing once their gods returned and stuff)
- While they mostly do healing and spiritual practices, limebloods are capable of doing the exact opposite with their abilities and worship the outer gods and can even control them (similar to Rose’s Grimdark mode) Examples include using telekinesis to draw the breath/water from bodies, triggering illnesses, literally draining the life from others and even skipping all that to just using the sheer destructive power they can wield. Yeah, don’t fuck with limebloods, guys. Seriously.
- They can use incantations and speak in an old language that predates even Old Alternian. It sounds similar to the language of Horrorterrors.
- Karkat is a mutated limeblood, but while he lacks in psionics, he might have some mild empath abilities, something that’s shared amongst the Vantas fam
- Limebloods were naturally more pragmatic and empathetic, which is why when the hemospectrum became a thing they were were the first to say “that’s dumb as shit lady why the hell would you do this?”
- This is only slightly related to limebloods, but all blood colors had a general lifespan range (around 100 years/50 sweeps) before Doc came along and ruined that because Doc Scratch sucks
- Sopor slime was made from ground-up limebloods in the past, it’s now made from an artificial recipe that sort-of copies the compounds of their blood
- This is why Mari doesn’t have a recuperacoon, if anything sleeping in an artificial version of the blood of her caste would make the bad dreams worse
- Diets consisted of fish and plants, occasionally lusus meat
- Didn’t do parents, were assigned “mentors” at birth to raise/teach them
- The first limebloods probably terraformed Alternia into what it was
#soup speaks#lore bitties#homestuck#limestuck#limebloods#cosmic horror#eldritch horror#I just think they’re neat
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prompt: sleepover or picnic >:)
HAHA. ok
Sesses jolts awake, her breath stuttering as she takes in the purple walls.
Purple? What… the fuck??
She groans, looking down at herself to find her purple pyjamas that she has grown too used to, leaning out her window and looking into… the sky… full of writhing tentacles and hate and painandsharpsharpbrokenrealitiessplinteringbeforehereyes-!
She wrenches her eyes away, clutching her head, fists clutching at her white hair. She keeps forgetting that looking at the sky in these repetitive dreams is like looking into the sun- but instead of stealing your sight, it shatters your mind.
Sesses glances back to her slab(? For whatever reason, there are no recooperacoons here- only soft slabs covered in warm things she hasn’t seen before.) and notices-
What the fuck is her moirail doing here.
She hasn’t seen another troll in these dreams, yet- he’s in the same purple pyjamas she is, and she watches him slowly sit upright, eyes still closed.
Is he… sleepwalking?
Oh, she doesn’t want to fucking deal with this…! Whatever. She grabs his arms, and promptly winces- he’s a tyrianblood, of course he’s fucking cold, you idiot- and steers him back to the slab, before grabbing him and holding him down, laying down next to him herself.
…after all, she doesn’t care for these dreams anyway.
She just wants to wake up.
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The Mighty Fall
[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]
It had been some time since Viltau last caught up with Belamy - at least a perigee, to be exact. Their lunches used to be every couple nights, then weekly, then every second week and so on. The tyrianblood had all the free time in the world, nothing but the occasional high society events to make an appearance at for a couple hours, or at times he would have students to tutor who would only last a few lessons until either they quit or he dropped them. The indigoblood, on the other hand, had been busier than ever: There was the whole debacle with Eichio and his lusus, a quick job providing the catering for another seadweller’s Fleet induction party, attending Velour’s fitting sessions for his 12th Perigee Ball suit, and all the time he has been spending with one of his other friends recently.
A friend Belamy loathed to hear about. His only friend has apparently decided that a midblood’s company was better than his. A cigarette-smoking overgrown tub of grease of a troll, who should’ve hardly been worth the indigoblood’s time. And yet, there Viltau was, chatting away about his current scheme about - literally who the fuck cares - with stars in eyes, enchanted by his own delusions of having some semblance of taste. Just looking at him made the tea in Belamy’s cup taste positively bitter.
“Viltau, with all due respect,” the tyrian interrupted, with a syrupy passive-aggressive tone that implied he had no respect to give at all, “I’d rather break my hands a second time than have to hear about your fuckugly boytoy yet again. Don’t you have any interesting conversation for once?”
He took a sip of his too-bitter tea, and Viltau paused mid-sentence. Then, without missing a beat, the indigo continued:
“Oh, I thought you enjoyed listening to other people’s romantic endeavours?”
Belamy spat out his drink.
Viltau covered his mouth with his hand, traces of a toothy grin visible between his fingers. With his other hand, he plucked a napkin off the table to offer to his friend. Belamy squinted at him suspiciously, unable to tell if the indigo was deliberately trying to disgust him for his own entertainment, and snatched the napkin out of his hands.
“Wow, and here I was, under the impression you despised being a clown! How did this change of heart occur so suddenly, helium fumes from blowing up balloons have gone to your head? A festering head wound clogged by a bucket’s worth of hair gel? Early onset dementia?”
Viltau resisted the urge to roll his eyes, using the side of his fork to cut a piece of cake from the larger slice on his dessert plate and then popping it into his mouth.
“Hardly. I can assure you that I am perfectly mentally sane, actually.”
“There is nothing sane about eating out the gutter! Have some class, Viltau. Honestly, courting a lowblood? I thought you were better than that.” The tyrian smirked.
“And I knew that you were not. A shame, truly, perhaps you would enjoy yourself more if you didn’t limit yourself to such a tiny box, no? To be obsessed with highblood romance, but only approving of same-caste relationships while also despising other seadwellers. Truly, which one of us is the insane one?” Viltau spoke calmly, and did not look up from the cake on his plate.
“It is called having standards, which I was under the impression you had. But, I suppose you seem hell-bent on disappointing me as much as possible. I don’t know why I bother!” Belamy shrugged. “And, besides, I am not so desperate for any sort of meaningful relationship that I would kowtow to any fat slob who called me pretty.”
He looked over the indigo, saw how much of that slice of cake had disappeared between sentences, and clapped his hand to his mouth in mock recognition.
“Ohhh! That’s it! You wanted someone to make you feel less guilty whenever you pack on the pounds! That makes perfect sense!” Belamy grinned, fully aware of the pure venom in Viltau’s glare.
The indigo’s grip on his fork switched to one perfect for stabbing, as a warning. His expression was calm as usual, but there was nothing but rage behind that smile. They both knew how sensitive Viltau was about his weight, which was precisely why Belamy went for the lowest-hanging fruit. A reminder of how easily the lower-blooded troll could be put in his place. Viltau also knew of how easy of a potshot that comment was, and knew that he had to be the bigger man. He’ll have to let it slide.
“Ah, you have quite the wild imagination! It’s a shame your hands no longer work like they’re supposed to, I think you would have done well as a fantasy author. Although, with your obsession with other people’s weight you may end up attracting the wrong type of crowd, no?”
Well, he could settle for being only slightly less venomous with his words. Just as Belamy could never truly hide his bitterness, Viltau was not immune to firing back those same remarks out of spite.
“Says the chubby chaser.” The seadweller calmly sipped at the remainder of his drink, emanating a decidedly smug aura.
There was silence, except for the sound of Viltau returning the plate with a quarter of the cake left to the table, the fine china clinking against the surface.
“I think we are quite done here, actually.”
The rage was once again building up in the pit of his stomach, and while his facial expression stayed the same the look in his eyes was now seething.
Belamy was unfazed.
“Aw, did my little joke hurt your soft little heart? Has little doughboy Espino finally developed genuine emotions? I never thought I’d see the day! A shame they’re wasted on defending someone with pond scum coursing through their veins.” He rested his head in one hand casually, looking over at his conversational partner in amusement.
“I said, we are quite done here.” Viltau’s grip on the fork tightened, knuckles whitening. “Yes, you are quite correct, I have no issue with someone’s caste or appearance, which may be rather shocking to someone as self-centered as yourself. The problem does not lie with me, but with you. And, personally, I think it’s rather pathetic that you care so much, and about a troll you have met scant few times, no less!”
The tyrian had honestly not expected his friend to get so worked up over this, and his smirk turned into a full-on sneer.
“Oh please, Viltau. As if you have never judged anyone based on appearance alone. I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware I was friends with the Patron Saint of Tolerance!” Belamy stood up so he could tower over the other troll, looking down at him. “But, if you truly wish to ditch me over some gutter trash, so be it! You’re certain to regret it later.”
“Am I?” The indigoblood also rose from his seat, although his head barely reached Belamy’s shoulder. Hardly an imposing figure, even with the fork still firmly in his hand. “Actually, if I am to be perfectly honest, spending time with my so-called ‘gutter trash’ friend made me realise something. I don’t need to tolerate your company. In fact, I don’t need you at all.”
He narrowed his eyes.
Belamy laughed out loud, and then realised he was serious.
“Excuse me? I didn’t need you, you needed me. You’ll be without a loyal client, and who is to say I won’t start badmouthing you to dissuade others from seeking your services? Parties are hardly a lucrative business, anyone could pull off a half-decent event!”
“Hah! As if that will stop me!” Now it was Viltau’s turn to smirk. Did Belamy really consider that a threat? Did he truly know him? “I built up my contacts and client base from nothing, and I am perfectly content to do it again. And I will certainly find someone more appreciative of my craft than someone who chases an impossible standard of perfection to make up for their own failures!”
“Just as you are giving up any royal taking you seriously pouring your heart over a slovenly midblood?”
“Better a slovenly midblood than the deadbeat seadweller in front of me. Only one of these has a bright future ahead of them-”
Smack.
Viltau staggered sidewards slightly from the force of the seadweller’s slap, pressing his hand to the now bright-indigo handprint on his face. Of course, he should have known Belamy would get violent, the music tutor had a reputation for beating the students who failed to meet his standards. But to assault him over the threat of ending an already-precarious friendship seemed almost absurd, especially when he took all the times Viltau had stabbed him over uncalled for remarks in stride.
Did this friendship mean much more to Belamy than it did Viltau? The look of pure fury and betrayal present on his face seemed to suggest as much. It would almost be funny that it took this long for it to click with the seadweller if it wasn’t so sad. Yet another troll lost to his own bitterness and inability to let go of whatever scraps of superiority he still had.
The realisation was not lost on Belamy either. Viltau was right, it was pathetic that he cared so much about his friend loving a damned tealblood instead of a proper highblood. It was not his business at all, but the fact that someone below him both in status and appearance could be loved when he was not angered him beyond all reason. It wasn’t even a matter of him having any feelings for the indigo either, that never crossed his mind once. He thought he’d found an equal, someone so close to his ideal of perfection but just kept missing the mark, and if he’d just pushed him in the right direction he could have lived vicariously through the indigoblood’s successes that he helped perfect.
Instead, Viltau glared at him, and silently made a lunge with the fork in his hand. And instead, Belamy made a grab for a knife on the table - the knife Viltau had used to cut himself a slice of cake, to be exact.
Neither trolls were trained in combat, but where Belamy lacked in experience, he made up for with his precise aim.
The fork pierced through his shirt, barely piercing his flesh. Belamy winced from the pain, but his reaction paled in comparison to Viltau’s. The indigoblood’s eyes widened and he grit his teeth to prevent a grunt from escaping his mouth, and he looked down to find a knife buried into his side, with Belamy’s hand still grasping around the handle.
The seadweller yanked out the blade with a slight twist of the wrist, and Viltau gasped and dropped to his knees, clutching at the now-opened wound as indigo blood began to pour out. In the heat of the moment, he neglected taking his pistol out of his strife deck in favour of making a mad grab for any other cutlery left on the table - a fatal mistake. Fueled by both rage and adrenaline, Belamy saw the perfect form of revenge: Driving the knife into Viltau’s hand with enough force to keep it pinned to the table.
Belamy was silent as his now-former friend yelled out in pain, the indigoblood unable to move lest he risk further damage to his hand and needing to use his remaining hand to press against his other stab wound to feebly prevent himself from bleeding out too quickly. He cursed in a manner unlike his usual gentlemanly self, sweeps of vocal training failing to prevent his natural rough accent from slipping out. When he stared up at Belamy, pain in his eyes, he could not get a read on the tyrian’s expression. The seadweller’s adrenaline had worn off, the rage had subsided, and all that remained was a bitter emptiness that pervaded whenever he could no longer keep up his passive-aggressive front.
But then the two saw that glimpse past one another’s facade, that peek into their real feelings, and clammed back up. They exchanged defiant looks at one another, Belamy smirked, and Viltau attempted to smile through the obvious pain.
“Well, now you know that’s what happens when you toss your friends away like a subpar dessert! Don’t come crying back to me once you get bored of your ‘romantic endeavour’ and have no more toys to play with. You’re the one who ditched me, remember that.” Belamy’s tone was back to its usual sickly sweetness, yet dripping with aggression.
Viltau had no further words to say. Belamy gave him one last glare, then rounded the dining table to make his way to the front door.
“Good luck!” With a wave of his hand as if saying a cheerful farewell to a friend, he left the indigoblood to bleed out.
#drabble#viltau espino#belamy alchys#strawberry shortcake#vil finally gets his ass kicked: the drabble#also fair warning belamy makes some shitty weight-related comments in this one
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Name: Zariak Sakana
Meaning: Surname means fish, first name doesn’t have one. She’s part of the original twelve I was inexperienced with making.
(Awwww, babywriter trolls! I remember the first one I wrote, who was also originally a Life player, now that I think about it…)
(I’m gonna say right off the bat that she’s gonna need a bit of a whole core replacement, or rather, an insertion of a core. She’s got the skeleton of a character, but none of the meat! Let’s give her some fluff.)
Mod CD here just for a few additional notes. You know how I love trying to justify names that have no meanings. I discovered that in one of H.P. Lovecraft’s old stories, there’s a land called Zar where “dwell all the dreams and thoughts of beauty that come to men once and then are forgotten.” So I think we can justify this name along with some ideas SA posits later. Go with the flow, even if it means forgetting your dreams!
Blood: fuchsia
Sign: Pisci
(SIGN OF THE DRUID)
(My thoughts for her sign lean more towards…)
(PIMINO, SIGN OF THE EMPATHETIC)
Lusus: Gly’go’dyb
Trollian handle: diligentSeafoam[DS]
Typing Quirk: capitalizes z, replaces e with -E
(This is good, easy to scan and type.)
Weapon: a custom designed trident
(Checks out with what we know of the Batterwitch’s caste.)
Can I recommend adding a flag to the trident? It doesn’t change the function of it in any way, but it’s a nod to the design note of you basing her outfit off a color guard uniform.
Special abilities: none except canon fuchsia blood ones
Outfit: I actually based this off of the color guard uniform at my school when I first designed her. The half skirt and long sleeved shirt with tights. She also has a small crown too, as seen in this version.
Personality: Zariak is a silent brooding type, not wanting to form attachments. She knows she’s going to die when she’s 9 sweeps, and doesn’t want to think about it. She also knows she has to kill multiple lusii daily to keep her planet from being destroyed, and she hates it. She cares about these random trolls lives and how she ruined them, but like hell she’ll show a weakness like that. She’ll just pretend she’s the average heiress. Go with the flow.
(I think part of what she’s missing here is that Fuschia air of mystery? As well as that bad-praxis part of Fuschias where they WANT to do things, but often fail at actually DOING them. Maybe she needs to be a bit skittish around lowbloods or something? Not in the “they could hurt me” way but in the “oh my god what if I break one?” the way a lot of people are when unexpectedly handed a baby. Don’t want to drop it!)
Lunar Sway: Prospit
(I think keeping her Prospit is a thing that would be good for her. Though her broodiness and mask of “just your average tyrian” is very Classic Derse. Make her true self shine through a little more, even when she’s just trying to pathologically go with the flow.)
Prospit dwellers also tend to be the more mutable and go-with-the-flow types. Remember, dersites are prone to rebellion while prospitans are prone to acceptance. There’s also the Destiny conception- Zariak has already decided she’s doomed to die and believes this is the natural course of things. This is a destiny idea that ties her to Prospitan tendencies for sure!
God tier: Knight of Life
(I see where the Knight is coming from. This is actually a really brilliant class for someone like her, who has the DESIRE to go out and help people but is holding herself back. Knights (like Karkat, Latula, and Dave) also have a habit of hiding their feelings behind glasses and facades, regardless of their Lunar Sway.)
(Life Players meddle even when they don’t think they are- just look at our Heiress Trio of Jane, Feferi and Meenah. I’m not sure that Zariak has that kind of pushiness that life players really do. If anything, I’d wonder if she’s a Doom player, ESPECIALLY with that Ghosty land you have planned for her.)
I’ve gotta agree on the Doom front. She’s someone who is overwhelmed by all rules and standards, but the Inevitability around her. She feels crushed by her fate and all that underlying reciprocal developmental energy is stuck inside. She has to push past her hiding and crack into that Rogue of Life inverse.
(This means her Sgrub path would be in learning how to weaponize that fatalism she’s carrying into something that she save her team with! Passively use her privledge and energy that she’s carrying around to enact things like policy change! Or game-breaking loopholes!)
Fetch Modus: unsure as of now
(Maybe… spearfishing? Oh! Or like Go Fish? Something silly and ocean related? She’s missing some interests, which is where I often get my Fetch ideas from.)
I know I’m knocking on the color guard thing a lot, but I’m kind of tempted to bring it in here, too. Special routine for items? Special routine for items.
Land: Land of Ghosts and Rocks
(Are the rocks part of the Quest? Because Rocks and Ghosts sounds more like a Land of Adjective and Quest title.)
The sprite is over a year old I’m so sorry. But thank you for looking at this!
And here with my design notes!:
I wanted to keep the same basic design elements you’d mentioned, but in general try to make her both a little more Generic Heiress, since that is the kind of role she’s desperately trying to project. I made her skirt pink so she could rep her blood color a little more openly, added some cool detailing to the now black tights, and gave her that Long Fuchsia-Caste Hair.
Braids were a common feature of Color Guard Uniform, but I didn’t want to futz with that too much/make her design busy, so she gets a pulled back tyrian stripe implying a low ponytail instead. She got her crown, too, and some Traditional Fuchsia horns.
Other than that, she just needed a few proportion and color tweaks!
(Thank you for submitting another Troll! I had a lot of fun working through her!) -SA
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==> Fondly regard one night stand with the heiress
fiir2t of all, troll2 are nocturnal 2o iit2 a day. even iif iit al2o went iintwo the niight. but iit 2tiill began and ended at daytiime 2o ii’m countiing iit.
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Everything about Feferi was generous. It’s probably the only reason you were there, in this enormous room of a bed you’d have been sinking into even under normal circumstances rather than underneath her. A tyrianblood, the queen of the sea. Her every move was oceanic, powerful rolling waves that crashed against you, the ever present threat of a worthy end. But such was the vitality radiating from within the heiress, washing over you with every buck and grind, that rather than be drowned in her you were merely submerged. Dragged under by this tsunami of womanly flesh to be utterly wrecked but eventually find himself washed ashore in the end so gloriously alive.
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I have returned to my Homestuck roots with some redesigns!!! it’s Heavy AU on account that our Tyrianblood over there is male, and the Condesce is Not the empress.
Info for them below the Readmore
GAELLE GAVINA - Sylph of Hope
A Jadeblood that wants to become a model, but can come off as incessantly vain, acting as though it’s the end of the world if her clothing gets dirty. She’s That kind of girl. Her Lusus is a Peacock, so it’s easy to guess where her vanity comes from, but she still cares deeply for the people around her. Her hive is a large studio apartment-style Hive in a large Hiveblock by the oceanside.
She’s Heroka’s Morail, and Avaros’ eventual Matesprit. Her Strife Specibus are long-range Rifles - she would not be caught dead in the middle of a fight looking a mess.
HEROKA LEAMON - Knight of Rage
A Brownblood that has a deep dislike for anything urban, preferring to stay out in the steppe with her Lioness Lusus and her pride, only occasionally leaving to visit Gaelle or Nihall.
She’s Gaelle’s Morail, and Nihall’s Matesprit. She is also in an an auspicitism, with Avaros mediating between her and Ceylon. Her Strife Specibus is her claws.
NIHALL MARRIN - Heir of Heart
A Limeblood who lives on a lone ranch with his Hyena Lusus where he creates robotics to make life around the ranch easier. He used to have extremely powerful psionics, but Ceylon had forced him to burn them out ‘for his own good’, deep-frying the parts of his thinkpan that controlled emotions, leaving him unable to feel emotions - the chemicals in his thinkpan are still there, but he can’t interpret them anymore.
He’s Heroka’s matesprit, but due to his inability to process emotions their relationship is strained. He’s also Pemdas’ eventual morail. His Strife Specibus used to be his psionics, but now it’s large Wrenches.
CEYLON ENELIN - Seer of Time
An Indigoblood with a penchant of summoning spirits and contacting the dead. She lives in a Hive that spans across the inside of a Ravine by the Oceanside. She has a talent for predicting the future, being right more often than not, which has given her a large amount of pride, and an inability to take criticism - especially when someone tells her that her actions/opinions are wrong. She used her abilty to summon spirits to possess Nihall, making him burn out his psionics, causing a deep rift in the friendship circle.
She’s Pemdas’ matesprit and Avaros’ morail. She’s also in an auspicitism with Heroka, with Avaros mediating between them. Her lusus is a large crow, and her Strife Specibus are Spirits that she summons.
AVAROS ESTELL - Prince of Void
Tyrianblood, and Heir Apparent to the Empire. He’s laid back, friendly, and doesn’t take himself all too serious for the most part - a fault in character is what most would describe it as, but he’s never cared too much what others think of him. He lives in his Palace Hive in the ocean, living close enough to the shore to visit his friends, and occasionally asking them to help him hunt Lusi to feed to his cthulhian Manta/Stingray Lusus. He also has the most obvious crush on Gaelle, frequently stumbling over his words and blushing so hard his entire face is Tyrian when around her.
His morail is Ceylon, and Gaelle’s eventual matesprit. His Strife Specibus is a metallic stinger he wears on his middle finger, coated in the toxin his Lusus produces - it’s a weapon fit for an Heir is how his Lusus puts it.
PEMDAS RADIUM - Mage of Space
A Ceruleanblood with a brilliant mind, living in a large Hive with her Parrot lusus. She has a fascination with anything science, from physics and mathematics to biology and chemistry, and everything beyond that. She hoards knowledge out of a genuine thirst to learn all there is to learn about Alternia and all the planets beyond it. She can be a little scary when someone is being annoying when she’s trying to patch up their wounds.
She’s Ceylon’s matesprit, and Nihall’s eventual morail. Her Strife Specibus are Scalpels.
#Homestuck#Fantroll#Gaelle Gavina#Heroka Leamon#Nihall Marrin#Ceylon Enelin#Avaros Estell#Pemdas Radium#they're my disaster children and i love the
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Pin Via Pussy 3;P
"Isn't this supposed to be the other way around, Fef?~" Rose quips, smirking a bit as she plops herself down on the tyrianblood's face, knowing full well that this doesn't even slightly constitute a pin given the relative size difference and subsequent strength disparity between the pair.
But regardless, Rose has seated herself with that pussy to Feferi's lips making a valiant effort all the same.
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