I just realized something today. Dualscar’s clothes are cut to mimic an imperial drone’s silhouette. To a human, he looks a little goofy with that spiky collar.
To a troll, it’s probably pants-shitting terrifying.
(And you can kill a lot of people with the benefit of that split second instinctive panic.)
My mind has been blown.
It has been my headcanon for a long while that this look sends a message to the trolls who see it.
This message is: “If you don’t want to die right now, you must fuck. He will watch”.
potato girl #FO4 [tunnel snake]: equius playing skyrim
potato girl #FO4 [tunnel snake]: finds a nord who calls him a milk drinker
potato girl #FO4 [tunnel snake]: D—> Oh
potato girl #FO4 [tunnel snake]: finds a horse
potato girl #FO4 [tunnel snake]: D—> OH
smu #FO4 [tunnel snake]: f ir CK
potato girl #FO4 [tunnel snake]: finds out that he cana ctually farm his own milk with hearthfire
potato girl #FO4 [tunnel snake]: D—> Nepeta
potato girl #FO4 [tunnel snake]: D—> This is the game of the sweep every sweep
potato girl #FO4 [tunnel snake]: finds dwarven robots
potato girl #FO4 [tunnel snake]: D—> This is my new favorite game ever
smu #FO4 [tunnel snake]: equius would b so into skyrim tho omf g
potato girl #FO4 [tunnel snake]: finds the gloves of the pugilist
potato girl #FO4 [tunnel snake]: D—> [EQUIUS INTENSIFIES]
aLL I WANT IS A LOVE STORY ABOUT SOMEONE WHO CATCHES SOMEONE ELSE BREAKING INTO THEIR HOUSE AND THEY ARE BOTH LONELY PEOPLE AND THE ROBBER IS POOR BUT THE PERSON WITH THE HOUSE IS PRETTY WELL-OFF BUT LIKE RICH OR ANYTHING AND INSTEAD OF CALLING THE POLICE THE PERSON IN THE HOUSE TRIES TO TALK TO…
Your name is… Actually, it doesn’t matter. Nobody is going to call you by that name, anyway. Nobody who matters, that is. You don’t remember your parents, and your butler, Arthour, never refers to you by it. You are really fine with the void surrounding you. You have all the money you need, and you could do anything and get away with it, if you wanted. But you’ve been raised to have a nooble heart, so that’s not likely to happen.
All the riches you have, in fact, caused and you more trouble than anything. You haven’t slept well in a while, the fear of ill-wishers. Surely, you are well-trained in martial arts, and your aim is not bad at all, but you can never know. And tonight , when you heard sounds from downstairs, it wasn’t much different from what happened usually.
Except this time it actually wasn’t just your paranoia.
Your usual routine in these cases consisted in walking down, checking the vault, and taking a glass of warm milk to help yourself relax. Your steps are almost inaudible, so you are more likely to find the burglar, if there is one, than they are to find you.
The vault is safe, Arthour is sound asleep, your guardsmen are on their posts, and your milk is warming on the stove when you hear a creak again. You walk in the direction the sound came from, and stop when you hear someone’s breath in the living room. Your hand quickly finds the switch and the lights turn on. He hastily turns towards you and holds out his knife.
He tries to look confident, but you can see past the mask. His hands don’t shake, but his posture is unsure; his hazel eyes look straight into the blue of yours, but you know that he struggles not to look away; his skin is darker than yours, but the tan cannot hide his pallor. His lower face is covered with a brown scarf, but he didn’t cover up his mohawk, dyed red in a curious pattern. All of this points out the lack of experience - this is probably his first robbery, and he was unlucky enough to have run into you. But then again, it may mean that he still has a chance to step off this path.
'You are holding it upside down', you say calmly, holding your hands where he can see them.
He clearly didn’t expect this. You keep the tone of your voice as straight as ever.
'It will take more effort to stab me this way.'
He looks down and changes his grip while cursing. This short moment is all you needed to step into an uncomfortably short distance and grab his arm.
'You have let your guard down. It's a very imprudent move, and I could have called my bodyguards by this moment.' But you haven't. You don't say that, it's clear enough for him to understand.
'What won't you do it, then?'
'I have no interest in your dead body. And just sending you to prison won't help me understand what made you take the risk.'
You let go his hand and take a step back as a sign that you won’t hurt him. He stays silent for a while, but eventually starts talking.
'My family is starving,' he utters bitterly, never lowering his knife.
'And that's why you resorted to stealing from others. It's not the most noble thing to do. Is finding a job this hard nowadays?' you say, smiling calmly.
'Well, what would you know about that? You probably never needed to look for a job in your life! And how even dare you talk about nobility, after what your father did to mine?!'
Ouch. You should not let your own mask of calm crack, but it’s getting harder. The blacked out part of your story getting uncovered is what you wanted, but you never intended it to happen like this, and the realization that you are likely not to be pleased with what you hear makesyour heart skip a beat.
'No need to be so loud. Please, sit down, and we will discu-'
'Sir, we heard voices. Do you need our assistance?'
Aw, fiddlesticks, pardon your language. You start questioning why you even bother paying these guys. Where were they when this green criminal broke in? You turn around to tell them that you have everything under control, but the moment you turn back, the burglar is gone. You spend the next hour trying to figure where he went, but he seems to have turned into the wind.
A week has passed, and you almost forgot that incident. You have just finished your regular session of equestrianism and are now strolling in the suburbs of your town. The crime around here was above the average level, but you still prefered it to the crowded center. You would still go there on errand and frequently visit their galleries to admire fine arts, yet, when you need to relax and to be left alone, you dismiss your bodyguards and take this usual route through the park. It’s getting dark, you don’t see a single soul, and how great your surprise is, when you feel something bump into your back.
'Help! I need to hide, now!'
You have no time to examine the person talking before they press their lips to yours. You hear footsteps in the distance and quickly process the situation. Who are they running away from? Why you have been asked for help? You will ask them later. For now, you pin them to the nearest tree and return the kiss, hiding their face behind yours.
When the sound of footsteps disappears, and you finally are sure nobody is around, you lean back to examine the stranger.
He does the same, looking up at you with his hazel eyes.
There can be no mistake. The same complexion, the same hairstyle, the same eyes.
'YOU!' shouts the familiar voice of your rogue.
Your name is Horuss Zahhak, and you think that your breath has just been taken away.
Sorry, this is probably not what you wanted to see and I really suck at writing shit, so it will never be finished, but I couldn’t help it. Sorry again.
i would rather hear the ringing
I DO BELIEVE THAT THOSE ARE CALLED HORRORTERRORS
I DO BELIEVE YOU’RE RIGHT
so when i hear voices whispering my name when nobody is around it doesn’t mean i am crazy
i am just being consulted by horror-fucking-terrors
nice to know
Click and drag to reveal what you are in the Bravest Warriors universe!
Reblog with your results and watch the latest episode NOW on YouTube
seriously the first time i did it i got Bravest Warrior :I
then i got Adorable Alien!
Moopy emotion lord D:
Paralyzed Emotion Lord.
more rainbow here
i just spent half an hour trying to figure out why the troll’s signs were coloured incorrectly but then i clicked the source page and the penny dropped
now it is
==> You notice an envelope that flies into your mailbox. You open it and inside is a drawing of you and Kankri.
8=D < This is a most marevelous surprise! How e%citing, * must show this to Kankri at once!