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An older snippet than the last one I shared as I haven't added too much more since then:

You are like us! Gold-and-black nudged at one of the clawed hands still hidden away in Eddie’s pockets like a cat trying to force its way under the covers of a bed. 

No! Venom’s hackles raised in spikes along the mass they’d built up over Eddie’s shoulders. 

How so? Eddie ignored their offense, the emotion didn’t have enough depth to be serious, and withdrew his hand from his pocket for the curious catbird to inspect. 

You are of two things, the blue and gray answered as it moved closer, purposefully casual in the same way Mr. Belvedere had always been right before he scratched the shit out Eddie’s hand and ran away. It sniffed Eddie’s pant leg, also like Mr. Belvedere. Solid and not, city and forest, storymaker and dreameater.

Strange! The last one hissed, a shock of neon purple. It was across the parking lot from them, likely as far as it was capable of being from the other two. We should be careful! It actually made a sound alongside its warnings to its other parts. A scolding noise like the purple wren its bird half looked like with a matching ruff of raised fur along its back.

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Nepeta never got to hear the result of her Choice, given everything that followed. But after digging herself out of her Denizen’s collapsed cave, she finds herself on an unfamiliar world. Flat to the horizon, bright slate-blue sky, no consorts or underlings or any moving creature except one: a hornless, pink, bulbous biped of some sort. He’s dressed up in clothes - cute! - and clutching a riflekind weapon to his chest with pale molebeast hands - excruciatingly adorable! - as he tiptoes carefully across the soil.

With no other obvious options, she approaches the creature. She makes it a game! Skulking up behind him, imitating his strange high kneed, pointed toed gait. Nepeta matches him pace for pace - slipping quickly out of view whenever he glances behind himself - but after a while it becomes more sad than funny. And pity for this silly, inept creature leaps too easily into pity for own upsetting 'scritchuation.'

She taps the creature gently on the shoulder. He yelps and spins en pointe, his hat leaping higher from his head than aerodynamics would strictly explain, and it is all so goofy! Nepeta is well cheered up again.

“Hi!” she greets. “I’m mew to this place. Do you have any infurrmation you feel inexplicably compelled to share with me?”

The creature scowls. “No,” he says. “I’m busy. Hunting!”

“I can see that,” Nepeta offers encouragingly. And when this isn’t enough to trigger further dialog, she prompts: “What are you hunting?”

“Wabbits.”

“Oh.” If he is a Sgrub character, his dialogue options don’t seem to be very deep. He sure hadn’t given her many hints about what to do next! But maybe if she approached their meeting as more of a side quest? 

“Well, as it happens… I am prowlso a STRONG hunter! Can I join you?”

I answered this here a little while back, so i'll just copy paste from that:

here are my HCs on troll reproduction.

I go with a complex 5-parent system where an egg needs to be fertilized by the sperm of 2 girl trolls and 2 boy trolls, of which 2 are providing "matesprit" type material and 2 "kismesis" type, in any combination. Mixing the genetic material ahead of time allows the pairs' gametes a chance to lock together, which makes the combined gamete a stronger swimmer and gives it a better chance to reach the egg in-tact. This HC, while maybe not the most scientifically viable since IDK much about genetic recombination, means that it is vital for both male and female morphs and for both Matesprit and Kismesis pairings to persist. 

Agents are a kind of being in my world which are made entirely of dense solid magic. They are basically a walking hot spot, exhaling more magic than they breathe in, connected to it in such a way that it wells up in them. Because of this they are somewhat disconnected from the rat race of survival and are absurdly powerful and can exert magical control over the environment effortlessly.

Because their bodies and minds resonate with magic around them and within each other, their senses are ridiculous and overwhelming and they see into each other’s minds whenever they are near each other.

They live in a thought-scape, transmitting images to each other and becoming strange through decades of introspection and abstraction, that would make it a struggle to communicate with humans if more than a tiny handful ever tried.

Every Agent looks unique because their physical appearance is an expression of their personal symbolism, their feelings, history and ideas. They don’t need any sensory organs because all their senses are really through magic, so even whether they have eyes or not is really about whether they FEEL like a being with eyes. This is involuntary, they have little to no control over their appearance.

They aren’t exactly a species in the sense other sapients are, they are more like a side effect of how the magic system works - magic can just sort of make minds happen, because it is a medium of energy and transmission of information. Have enough neurons in one place, you get a brain.

Agents are what happens when you have so much magic in one place they become inevitable, like a fire happening where you just have an excess amount of kindling and sparks.

Future Karkat: I DON’T WANT TO KNOW!

Future Karkat: ...I don’t think there are any, actually, no one’s ever heard of any jadeblood with even a hint of necropath powers so no one has come up with any theories about how the... um...

Future Kebela: The Crabfter.