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while im troll headcanon:
i like to assume that troll blood colours are a fairly diverse gradient in between each of the colours represented in the Official Haemospectrum but trolls are expected to identify with one of the 11 ~official caste colours in their hemotyping and garment choices, just whichever one most closely matches their blood colour
jadebloods are rare because their blood has to be exactly that colour rather than any shade intermediate between precise jade and olive or teal, probably something to do with requiring the same colour as the Mother Grub in order to be her attendant
same for tyrianbloods, they have to be that exact shade of magenta and nothing even a little bit less pink or it doesn’t count
Sometimes trolls who are right in the middle of two castes get one colour applied to them early in life only to later decide that they feel the other one suits them better and it is an extreme fucking pain to try to change things up on that one
this is also why there are a bunch of more subtle gradations for blue and green but only a few distinct lowblood colours, the people from whose decisions the rules were generated needed to make their own hierarchy a more clear gradation (cant have those slightly too greenish teals thinkin they count as aristocracy) (wow gotta make sure the boundaries between indigo and blue are clearly delineated so nobody gets ideas above their station) but once you get past olive its just like ok well theres yellow and brown and red theyre all peasants, who actually cares if a lowblood thinks they’re more yellow than brown
only one non-empress-grade colour for sea trolls because the precise gradations of colour don’t matter as much in determining who gets to be considered royalty when it’s just a case of, can you breathe underwater, nope? then nobody gives a shit how close to violet you are, you don’t count
Harry are you me?
Has it occurred to anyone else that the trolls who were most eager to label Mituna as “crazy” or “incoherent” were the ones who really love to hear themselves talk?
Kind of makes me suspect that in Cronus or Aranea’s view “incoherent” means “unable/unwilling to politely listen to me go on about things no one else cares about.”
He’s got a much shorter attention span than he once did and he’s more prone to extreme shifts in mood but I don’t think he’s stupid or unable to effectively communicate.
I always felt like it made sense but regardless of whether or not that was shipping goggles I feel like it could have worked; we don’t know what she was doing prior to his death and no one expects Fey men to stick around so the fact that she just showed up with children wouldn’t have made too many people bat eyes. And “Miles” fits in with “Mia” and “Maya” as names, too… >w>
I had a similar problem with extended shipping though because I always had a soft spot for Maya/Franziska and I just don’t know if Edgeworth could handle having his sisters date, whoops.
Ahaha, FranMaya is one of my biggest OTPs, Miles will just have to learn to deal. If Franziska wants to tap that mystic ass she is going to and if her brother is going to have foolish conniptions about it he can damn well do so elsewhere.
Headcanon: In Latula’s case, at least, “culling as adoption into the higher castes” was a euphemism for “the heiress is shit at making friends with her peers, let’s see if she does any better with some midbloods.”
And then Latula proceeded to help Meenah sneak out and introduced her to most of the rest of the group.
Surprisingly enough, to the team, they don’t have to worry about PTSD with Steve. He has an excellent grip on his current situation, and more often than not, his nightmares involve the newest alien race or threat the Avengers have had to face. Not any WWII battle or the years of being trapped in ice.
Clint and Natasha sleep. They dream. But whatever issues they may have, they either keep to themselves or share privately with one another. PTSD isn’t an issue.
Bruce and Tony are fine. Nightmares occur, nightmares pass, sleep eventually comes. Sweat soaked bedsheets are exchanged for new ones, dark circles under eyes eventually disappear, and all is well.
Thor, however, suffers. The Avengers suspect nothing, think nothing, until one night. They’re watching Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, a favorite of Tony’s. Partway through the battle of Helm’s Deep, the god leaves. Abruptly, without warning. He softly excuses himself, making his way to the outdoor veranda. Steve follows silently a few minutes later when the extended absence is noted.
“Thor?” He asks softly. The god’s head is tilted back, face studying the stars. A small tremor racing through both his hands catches the soldier’s eye. ”Thor, what’s wrong?” He takes a hesitant step closer, hand cautiously extended in comfort.
A long moment passes before Thor’s voice breaks the silence. It is not his normal, booming tone. Instead, it is that of a man broken. “Memories. Memories of men lost, women lost, warriors slain in battle. Reckless charges, heedless actions, blood shed that was not necessary.” He turns towards Steve, the faintest trace of tears in his eyes. ”I have fought in battles like that. I have lost battles like that. And… I couldn’t stand the memories.”
Nodding slowly, Steve places his hand on Thor’s colossal shoulder, rubbing it softly. ”You don’t have to be asha…”
“I am not ashamed!” Thor’s angry voice interrupted, the god stepping away from Steve. ”I’m not ashamed.” He repeats, whispering this time. ”I just … it brings back the nightmares.”
Slowly, it dawns on Steve. The god suffers. He has been suffering silently all these nights on Earth, and probably on Asgard as well. ”You don’t sleep well, do you?”
“I don’t sleep. With sleep comes fear.” Steve notes a faintest trace of blood trickling onto the stone - Thor’s nails are digging into his palms, as if punishing his body for showing fear. ”Thor, it’s normal. Lots of soldiers…”
“I lead, Steven. I am not a soldier. I am a commander. Commanders may not show fear. Yet, if I shrink in fear at the sight of a mere movie which represents a battle, what then?” Thor turns away from the soldier, face looking back at the sky. ”What then? I can’t lead.”
Steve leads the broken god on the veranda, unable to comfort that which he does not understand. The next day, however, Thor finds a number taped to his door, simple note by it.
“Thor - some of the guys I met at the base said she helped. She listens. Try? - Steve”
Submitted by asgardiangod
So it’s a fairly strong headcanon of mine that Mindfang had this creepy enabling attitude toward the Summoner where she encouraged him in any kind of crazy death-defying stunt or mission he wanted to pull
because she knew that as long as he hadn’t killed her yet he’d always come back to her
So what if pre-scratch Summoner actually took the “take care of people lower on the spectrum than you” thing really seriously.
And pre-scratch Handmaid got so tired of him following her around and trying to defend her when she didn’t need it that she convinced him that animals count as lower on the hemospectrum than him.
Dirk is such a sub in my headcanon and I don’t even know why
I kind of see him as being in denial about it? Like he’s so used to being the puppet master all the time, he doesn’t think of himself as the type of guy to give up power in the bedroom… and then Jake comes in all “What ho old chap i do believe it is makeout times now,” and Dirk is just like, “…yeah, ok.”
so Gamzee actually isn’t stupid and it gives me sads when I see him portrayed that way
like he’s STONED and totally spacey, of course, but when it comes down to it he’s smart and actually really fucking cunning in his way, which is why he’s one formidable motherfucker when he was sober
I don’t know how to end this post
I think that also even - well, actually especially - when he’s stoned, he’s carefully cultivating the too-whimsical-to-function harmless persona? Like it actually takes a lot of effort to be that much of a waste of space, and Gamzee’s willing to put in that effort because he knows the alternative is that everyone he knows will be pretty much terrified of him all the time.
I mean, his aLtCaPs quirk is really one of the more labor intensive of the troll quirks to type, and his alternating LINES quirk is one of the least labor intensive quirks. I think the biggest significance of his change in quirk is that it marks the point where he just can’t bring himself to fucking care how people see him anymore.
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