===> Party or Not? 

trinitytrolls:

Damn, you hate cities, oh well it’s not like you haven’t done it before. You follow her through the street filled with too many trolls to hunt quite yet. An alley is preferable for your hunting style though you honestly could hunt anywhere you like, you are really good at what you do. You uncaptchalogue your mask, don’t want anyone recognizing your face or some shit like that.

You pull out your bow and arrows so that they are at hand, you’ve walked far enough from the club that there is barely anyone around. She seems extremely excited and that worries you a bit. “Pick a target.” You say pulling simple arrow from your quiver.

You lick the tip of your index finger, scanning the thinned out crowd. Who, oh who would it be today?  Perhaps her with the green? Or maybe that teal? So many choices. Your eyes narrow in on a rustblood shambling about, holding a hand to the side of his head like he’s got a bad headache. Looks like he was at a party, what with all of the glowing wristbands. You’d like a couple of those, not to mention you just happen to love the color red.

“That one, right there. The rustblood.” You point him out to your companion, preparing yourself as you uncaptchalouge your roughed up, metal bat. You hop a bit from foot to foot, ready to get started. You were ready to watch this innocent troll squirm in fear as the two of you ended his life.

tags: #did I ever tell everyone killing turns her on? because it does.

===> Party or Not? 

trinitytrolls:

sanguinarybedlamite:

Just talking about it was getting you worked up. Already you could feel that cold sweat threatening to break out. You nod, hastily doing the same as him, and tugging him out the party. Who cares if you hadn’t been there that long anymore, or if your head was a bit light from the alcohol. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted it. 

Damn these stairs. After nearly reaching the top you have to release your grip on the other troll to steady yourself on the railing. 

You follow, or are rather dragged behind her out of the club. She seems a bit tipsy but you are sober enough for the both of you. You steady her arm until you are out into the alleyway. This could be considered a hunting ground but you prefer the forests, the trees, and the tall things to hide in.

“SD anywhere nearby yDu prefer tD hunt?” You ask hope it’s the forest but you are fine with the city.

You point to the ground, taking a moment to swallow back the blood in your mouth from when you bit your tongue. “Here, mostly.” There were a lot of anonymous faces, and nobody ever stepped in to help… Most of the time. It was great when they tried to run. There were so many turns to lead them in to, and they’d always eventually end up cowering in a dead end. 

“Here. Here, for sure.” You don’t think you can wait long enough for a trip. All these thoughts were getting you riled up.

“Yeah, here.” You’d know where you’d end up when the sun came up, at least.

tags: #best murderbuddies #braindead

===> Party or Not? 

trinitytrolls:

Clubs aren’t your way of dealing with your problems, hunting is. When you are pissed you go hunting. When you are sad you go hunting. When you have sexual frustration you go hunting. It was the best, quickest, and easiest way to relieve your stress which happen to have a lot of at the moment. You stand up placing your empty glass on the counter and a few bucks. “HDw abDut right nDw?” You ask you want to ditch this place, you don’t even like clubs.

Just talking about it was getting you worked up. Already you could feel that cold sweat threatening to break out. You nod, hastily doing the same as him, and tugging him out the party. Who cares if you hadn’t been there that long anymore, or if your head was a bit light from the alcohol. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted it. 

Damn these stairs. After nearly reaching the top you have to release your grip on the other troll to steady yourself on the railing. 

tags: #trinitytrolls

===> Party or Not? 

trinitytrolls:

So she was into that kind of hunting too, even if she didn’t say it out right you could smell what she meant by paint on her. You sip your whiskey with a straight face before answering. “I dD like hunting with a partner.” You smile at her, it was true, your first time hunting with someone else was exquisite. You swash the liquid around in its glass, before downing the rest of the awful poison. “Sure I’ll hunt with yDu.” You wink to indicate you know what game she’s talking about.

He’s for it? Oh man, this. Is. The. best. You’d neeeeveeeer gone out killing with someone else before. What was it like? Man, you could actually plan something with someone for once.  ”When do you wanna go?” As carefully as you can manage, you place your glass down on the counter to keep yourself from breaking it between your excited, twitching fingers. Just as quickly you pull the sleeves over your hands.

“I’m always free. Always. We could go any time.” The excitement is so much you wince when you end up accidentally biting your tongue. It keeps you from speaking further, which edges very quickly on your nerves. You want to insist that he knows. Anytime is good. Anytime. You want to. You need to. You NEED it.

tags: #velira-and-company #asdfjkl; that is so short #so sorry

> You’re not a fucking pet. 

velira-and-company:

You’re just locked to the ocean waves now. It’s like you could just jump into them and you’re very tempted but it could be a bad fate if you defy an indigo blood later. Even if this situation is totally stupid, you’ve seen what they’re like and what they can do and you’d rather not be plagued with nightmares for loads and loads of months to come or even a few sweeps to top it off. The thought sends a shiver down your back and makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. What nice thoughts. No wonder indigo bloods terrified you- Them and their fucking chuckle voodoo powers and all. Maybe this one didn’t know how to use them? Maybe just to your luck? Nah, you’re just getting your hopes up..

You can hear something plant itself on the sand rather loudly and it sort of startles you, finally getting you to jar your head up, turn it to the side and glare over at whatever just arrived. The lusus looks more than terrifying and worrying- And you sort of expect it to come charging toward you but you don’t see that happening. The second you notice what’s on the lusus’ back, your flared startled fins droop down into more of an intimidated feature, pressing to your face and ruffling your hair a bit. A lusus, you didn’t mind this much but that troll just.. Brought fear into your stomach and made you shutter.

“Hey there, glad you could make it.” You’re now lying through your teeth but she’ll probably buy it. You’ve always been a professional at lying, in your opinion- Your voice remaining quite casual and relaxed even if your fins give off a different signal than your tone. “Is that your.. Lusus?” You eye the creature again, casually quirking a brow as you dare to turn fully toward her and shuffle across the sand a bit closer, but you are wary and your shoulders tense a bit in case of attack.

Oh man, she was pretty in person. You can’t help the rise in color in your cheeks when she starts talking to you. You’re totally captivated for a few moments until you notice how she’s looking at something. “Huh?…”

Oh right, Mom! “Oh, uh, yeah. This is my mother.” You give the lusus a pat on the neck, to which she responds with a low, humming growl. She was looking at Velira pretty intensely; no, it does not escape your notice. You aren’t oblivious. She likes to eat trolls, but not today. Hopping off, you swat at the creatures nose to distract her. Her growl this time is much more threatening, but all she does is back off and lumber away to avoid anymore annoying children and nose swats. Hopefully now Vel would look more at you. 

“So, I’m here!” Yes, Crania. She knows that. Internally, you kick yourself for being so stupid. Here, how about: “So, I get to own you for a day, right?”

Deadmau5 - Moar Ghosts ‘n’ Stuff (Hard Intro Mix 2011)

tags: #trinity-trolls

===> Party or Not? 

trinitytrolls:

Why on Alternia would you drink it all in one go? That’s like having a ladle of ginger, suicide. Well, okay it wasn’t that extreme, but you already have hyper active senses you don’t need to speed through this glass. Or maybe speeding through it was a better technique, you aren’t a drinker so you wouldn’t know.

“AbDut hunting. HDw Dften dD yDu partake in it?” Wow what an awkward way to phrase that. You hate socializing so much. You smile in your attempt to be friendly, taking another sip. Oh gog, this shit is terrible, why do people even drink this? “I myself hunt rather Dften, fDr fDDd.”

“Mm, let’s see…” You raise a hand and mentally count as you keep drinking away. You were already half through the tall glass, and were starting to feel a bit giddy; like, alcohol kind of giddy. “I usually go whenever I run out of a certain color of paint. Sometimes… a few times a week?” Sounded about right. Pretty often you’d use it as you got it, since it was easier. You always liked dipping your fingers into trolls’ insides. It felt really cool.

“You know…” You start to smile wider then your perky little grin. “You could always come along.” Your fingers twitch around the glass at the thought of it. Obviously, by now you expected he could tell just what kind of hunting you were in to. You loved that feeling of being stronger than other trolls, but imagine if Artemis was with you. You’d be unstoppable! “Of course, that’s fine if you don’t want to. I am giving you the option here.” 

thetrollslum:

KINKS

• Knife play  
• Asphyxiation    
• Blood play

tags: #idekasdsdg

===> Party or Not? 

trinitytrolls:

You sigh, you don’t really have any official job. You literally overthrew any kind of other authority in your town and forced taxes on anyone you didn’t cull in exchange for letting them live and if you needed supplies they could get them for you. Otherwise you hunted for meat and had your own garden for herbs, you were rather self-proficient and rich, even for a blueblood you have a lot of money. You also hunt troll to vent your rage and sometimes rape them if you are sexually frustrated as well, which is often. Your only normal hobby is cooking, weapon smithing, armor design, and you own an online security corp sort of, well you don’t own it but you do. It’s weird. And you are the president of that stupid society… ASFH you almost forgot.

“I hunt, and design security systems.” You say grabbing your glass, the vulgar scent filling your nostrils as you take a single sip. You are disgusted with it but don’t let it show on your face.

“Ooh, hunting is cool! I hunt a little sometimes.” A lot of the time. To kill trolls.  Harvesting blood to paint with. Typical highblood shenanigans. And the security systems thing sounds pretty sweet. A nice tid-bit to know, too, before you think about trying something stupid like sneaking into his hive, which you’ve just now thought of. That’d be a really bad idea. Super bad.

You can’t help but giggle when he takes a sip of the whiskey. He took it with a straight face, which is impressive, but you can’t imagine it tastes too good. “Oh man, yuck. You’ve got guts not just shooting it down. Ew.” It was way too strong for you, as you had a bit of a sweet-tooth (not that you didn’t have one every once in awhile). 

That’s it, you decided, right now, that you like this troll. He was kinda, weird. Really singularly expressive, and coherent. You look at him the same way as before, looking up, but this time it was just to look. Yeah, you don’t think you want to kill him. He was pretty cool.