nightmaretrolls:

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/|\I AM USUALLY VERY PREPARE FCכR THE NighT!\|/

/|\BuT I AM WITHCכUT HAIRBRUSH RIGHT NcכW!\|/

why do u have ZO MUCH HAIR?!?!?!?
\GET A JOB U HIPPY/

(via nightmaretrolls)

alphabetoffantrolls:

latte-rps:

=As a highb|ood, I’m ob|igated to restrain anyone as dangerous as you. There isn’t an option for me here. Why… did you confide in me? 

=You’ve given me enough proof to mistake your contro| as apathy. I’m going to make the token effort to detain you, and you wi|| make the rea| effort to flee. If I learn your name, I wi|| be turning you in.

[Her voice turns stern.]

 = Understood? This is your head start. Go.

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Are you. An idiot?

First. I confided nothing. I’ll tell anyone. About mmy powers.

Second. I’mm not. A randomm threat. I’ve done no harmm.

Third. I amm. Dangerous. If you comme. Near mme.

I will hurt you.

Badly.

An’ it will be. Your fault.

= Oh, fiddlesticks.
= You shou|d be more carefu| with these things. Finesse wou|dn’t be amiss.
= It’s not about the harm you’ve done, it’s to protect my superiors. But nevermind that. Are you p|eased? Since you’ve ca||ed my bluff, this wi|| have to get messy.

[She casually tosses a canister to the ground, which begins to spin wildly and emit smoke at a steady rate. She bounces on the balls of her feet, keeping herself light and quick in case she needs to dodge something nasty. ]

YEAHH JAM AND JAMMY DODGERS

YEAHH JAM AND JAMMY DODGERS

bushelsandbushels:

latte-rps:


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( Huh??? ThØse are everyØne’s types, they just dØn’t say it in public.)

You have tØ be lying. If yØu’re nØt interested in attractive, famØus and rich peØple, then I’m trØll Jegus. I intern at a TeeVee studiØ, I wØuld knØw.


Then I guess you’re in for disappointment. Look, I’m lotsa’ things, but a liar isn’t amongst them. Stretching the truth, well, maybe, if it’s necessary.

But If I wanted to go hang out with a bunch of beautiful rich tarts, then I’d go do it, wouldn’t I?

I have no interest in that. I’ll get my fame my own way, not riding coattails, yikes.

And I have my own experiences with the matter. That amount to a little more than what an intern does.

Økay, I believe yØu. SØrt Øf.  Maybe yØu want the ugly kind of interesting, like cutting Øff yØur own ear for lunch. It cØuld happen, I knew a guy. ( I just said a weird thing, again. GrØan.)

Wait, sØ yØu still want fame? ShØw biz is all abØut stealing each Øther’s wØrk, sØ…. uh… yØu cØuld gØ intØ….. ballet.

(NØbØdy wants tØ steal that stuff.)

alphabetoffantrolls:

latte-rps:

> She shifts her footing in response, making a subtle but deliberate display of reaching inside her inner jacket for a weapon. As the sparks die out, she straightens up. In the end,the weapon never makes an appearance.

A unique handicap that is yours alone. It’s obviously left its mark. Can you imagine another life?

I can see why such pointless questions appeal to you now.

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… Yeah.

Well… I don’t know. Really. I’ve had these… abilities… all mmy life. I guess, at somme point… I wanted… a different life. But… I don’t think mmuch… like that anymmore.

… Trolls without… these powers… I understand themm, less now. I’mm just… too detatched. So in somme ways… I can’t immagine, being like themm. You. Right.

… An’ I don’t, want to… really try, either.

=As a highb|ood, I’m ob|igated to restrain anyone as dangerous as you. There isn’t an option for me here. Why… did you confide in me? 

=You’ve given me enough proof to mistake your contro| as apathy. I’m going to make the token effort to detain you, and you wi|| make the rea| effort to flee. If I learn your name, I wi|| be turning you in.

[Her voice turns stern.]

 = Understood? This is your head start. Go.

bushelsandbushels:

latte-rps:


NØ, nØt really. SØrry. Maybe yØu shØuld try Trollywood? They’re mØre yØur type.

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(He lØØks like a greek gØd, sØmeØne wØn the slurry lØttery.)

As neat as that sounds, to be honest, I really don’t have any interest in them. What’s the point in talking to a bunch of actors with no vision of their own?

And you don’t know my type, haha.

What’s your type?

( Huh??? ThØse are everyØne’s types, they just dØn’t say it in public.)

You have tØ be lying. If yØu’re nØt interested in attractive, famØus and rich peØple, then I’m trØll Jegus. I intern at a TeeVee studiØ, I wØuld knØw.


alphabetoffantrolls:

latte-rps:

= I thought I was onto something there. Pranking nursery p|anets is apparent|y a|| the rage these days.

= It sounds a|| too leisurely. I’|| be frank, it sounds s|ow. Catt|e staring at their own feet. You can do more then comp|acency, I know it.

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Actually. I can.

>Ease up a bit on your control; pale orange sparks fizzle and swirl around you for a moment before you reign them in again.

I’mm… a psychic. A powerful one.

But if… MMy focus is commprommised… they get loose. I always… have to… hold themm in.

So I do. Little things. Like think. An’ draw.

> She shifts her footing in response, making a subtle but deliberate display of reaching inside her inner jacket for a weapon. As the sparks die out, she straightens up. In the end,the weapon never makes an appearance.

=A unique handicap that is yours alone. It’s obvious|y left it’s mark. Can you imagine another |ife? You wouldn’t be the same person remote|y.

=I can see why such point|ess questions appea| to you now.

bushelsandbushels:

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Anybody interesting wandering around?

NØ, nØt really. SØrry. Maybe yØu shØuld try Trollywood? They’re mØre yØur type.

(He lØØks like a greek gØd, sØmeØne wØn the slurry lØttery.)

alphabetoffantrolls:

latte-rps:

= Yes, yes, but do you get anywhere with it? Nothing to show?
= You know, you /do/ show a|| the warning signs of an a|ien abduction.
= Especia||y the bit about rhombuses.
= Still, you’re completely content inside your own head.

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That was… just, a little joke. I assure you… I haven’t… been abducted by aliens.

Sommetimmes… I figure things out. Sommetimmes, I don’t. But that’s okay.

The thinking just… keeps mmy mmind, busy. I also draw. An’ walk a lot.

= I thought I was onto something there. Pranking nursery p|anets is apparent|y a|| the rage these days.

= It sounds a|| too leisurely. I’|| be frank, it sounds s|ow. Catt|e staring at their own feet. You can do more then comp|acency, I know it.