#taizen things

Ah! that most certainly depends on the caste of alternian you’re speaking to!

for example, a timid and tame jade may enjoy nothing more than a late-night walk and a warm canteen full of their favorite herbal blend of tea!

while a rowdy rough-housing bronze may enjoy cracking some highblood skulls and raking in the cash.

and on the other side of the spectrum completely, you may just have some anons who enjoy fucking with the higher castes and that’s all the pleasure they need.

Death: If your muse had to change something about themselves, what would they change 

Taizen would absolutely change her trigger temper; not every troll is out to get her like she thinks they might be. She’s allowed to be stoic, and she’s certainly allowed to be scrutinous, but her temper gets her in way more trouble than it has to.

Caduce would make himself an unturned rainbow-drinker; he finds the position to be a curse and believes he is being punished for the wrongs he’s committed in life, though he can’t seem to quite figure out what those are yet.

Raimus would change his mood swings. He hated relying so heavily on Reason, and now Greyscale, to keep himself stable. He wishes that, just for once, when something goes wrong that he can handle it himself.

Phiron would change the oath he had taken; an oath of secrecy is much easier to maintain than an oath of silence, especially when you’re trying to swoon a pretty human.

Taizen would love to have her around the bar; a cute girl that’s hard-hitting? Sign her up. She’d love to be friends with her.

Cilius is the first troll that jumped up at the opportunity to meet a mechanic that works on prosthetics as a hobby. And while he absolutely towers over him, he’d be more than happy to carry him on his shoulders on his hikes. Use him as some resistance weights. Doesn’t mind the anonymity, so long as he doesn’t mind the constant anti-government shit that pours out of his mouth. Red or pale.

24: Does your OC have any sexual deviances or kinks?

SURE, ANON. CAN’T SHOW ME YOUR TRUE FACE FOR THE KINKY SHIT, HUH.

Nevose is pretty kinky; choking, breathplay, draining all your blood and leaving you to rot, 

Taizen does, but I don’t count her, because it’s her job.

Taizen’s standards are kinda low. Just gotta have the right amount of cash.

Lavina’s standards are low, but just because she’s pretty lost rn and self-esteem is not her highest thing.

Abalus has incredibly low standards, because like the mun, she has no idea what her level of greatness is, and how they settle for trolls way below it. :^)

Am I really going to go through all of my OC’s and create responses to this? YES.

Lavina: Oh, oh deer! You’re flattering. Perhaps we can share a cup of tea sometime? 

Emziel: Who, me? Shurely there musht be shome other poor fool you can find  that ish much better than I, maybe one that doeshn’t shpit all over everything?

Taizen: Alright, pal. If all you’re gonna do is talk sweet, I’m gonna ask you to leave. If you ain’t payin’, you ain’t worth my time.

Borume: I... Do you want to share some of my food? You could’ve just asked, pal. I would’ve shared.

Nevose: While I appreciate the effort, can you come back and do this some other time? Perhaps when I’m not smothered beneath ten literal fucktons of paperwork? I think you’re sweet, but work comes first.

Rablon: (He just hides his face deeper behind the mask and skitters away; he’s not ready for that kind of interaction yet.)

Callos: Oh, FINALLY. Someone to pay attention to the grand fucking extravagance that is my very person. Really, though? Did you think you were worth any of my time? It would’ve been much better if you had just kept your distance; the mere sight of you leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Get the hell out of my sight before I remove you myself. 

Bereil: If you were ever brought to trial, I’d fight for your innocence.

Anaise: Don’t. Do not.

Mielun: You precious child. You come to me bearing your blood-pumper upon your sleeve and you flatter me with your tender words. I am both humbled and honored by your sweetness. However, I am old enough to be your ancestor. Perhaps you know an older troll or two?

Xemera: I do not understand your pleasantries. I ask that you explain them to me in great detail, perhaps with some demonstration?

Maihko: Just because you’ve got a silver tongue dripping with honey, you cannot borrow any of my books. I’m so sorry.