Medically Stuck
protestations:

This is my beautiful cousin, Hannah Hageman. She is 17 years old and was last seen on April 7th, 2014 in Buxton Maine with an African American girl names Jacey.
If anyone has seen her or knows where she is, please contact the Buxton police department at (207) 929-5151 or message me on Tumblr.
We’re very concerned for her safety and would like to find her as soon as possible.
UPDATE!! 4/10/14: Hannah and Jacey were spotted in Peabody, MA, which is a straight shot from Buxton ME down I-95. We think she’s trying to make it to Connecticut to contact extended family. PLEASE contact your local police department if you see her.
UPDATE!! 4/10/14: Hannah was spotted in Lawrence, MA. She’s heading west. PLEASE contact your local police department if you see her.

protestations:

This is my beautiful cousin, Hannah Hageman. She is 17 years old and was last seen on April 7th, 2014 in Buxton Maine with an African American girl names Jacey.

If anyone has seen her or knows where she is, please contact the Buxton police department at (207) 929-5151 or message me on Tumblr.

We’re very concerned for her safety and would like to find her as soon as possible.

UPDATE!! 4/10/14: Hannah and Jacey were spotted in Peabody, MA, which is a straight shot from Buxton ME down I-95. We think she’s trying to make it to Connecticut to contact extended family. PLEASE contact your local police department if you see her.

UPDATE!! 4/10/14: Hannah was spotted in Lawrence, MA. She’s heading west. PLEASE contact your local police department if you see her.

= = > Let Your Eyes and Mind Wander

Your eyes move from the little intruder on your table around your hive, taking in the clutter that’s built up in your short time. To say you own a lot would be a bit of a misdemeanor. You hardly own anything, most of your medical supplies are anonymous donations from thankful Trolls who refuse to  personally thank you. In other words: highbloods you saved that can’t just say “thanks” to your face. You don’t really care about that, for the most part the less you have to deal with the trolls you saved the better.


Your actually pretty well off supply wise for a change, you had a rather generous donation around a week ago. You lean back on your chair, the legs teetering “dangerously.” After a moment your eyes settle on a book you tossed into the corner as violently as possible. Somehow it’s not too badly damaged despite your best effort. Only a few pages look like there going to fall out and one cover has a good crease in it. But the thing that bothers you the most is the deep red symbol on it’s spine, just barely visible from it’s position.


the symbol is practically taunting you from there. It’s your symbol, but it’s not. No, to be more exact it’s her symbol. The symbol of a Troll you honestly could have lived without knowing existed. You hate her and wish you had never requested that book. You can’t even bring yourself to pick it up and put it someplace out of sight.


A soft churring sound snaps you out of a snarl. Even as your short lived burst of hate subsides your lip continues to twitch slightly as you return your attention back to the little grub on your table. You bite down on your lip, keeping it from twitching further. The grub isn’t actually awake yet, it’s just making noise.


Your doing your best not to let your gaze drift back to that corner, theres no need to continue irritating yourself. Especially considering you have a grub on your table and losing your temper now would probably end poorly for all involved.


The legs of your chair hit your floor with a good solid thunk as you lean forward, nearly slamming into the table. The familiar sound of loud footsteps fill your ears and set your nerves ablaze; you knew this was going to happen eventually:


GM is home.

A quick thing I wrote for The Physicae, Calais’s ancestor Troll.

==>

You find yourself sitting at your table staring at what every fiber of your being is currently regarding as an intruder in your hive. Every fiber except your, CLEARLY, rotted think-pan because for some reason you’re trying to figure out where to let the little pest sleep.


She’s clearly tired by the way her huge eyes keep starting to close only to pop back open again. Her cries finally stopped once she was on the tabletop and you’re pretty sure she’s good for now.


The fact that she’s still here is what’s causing your skin to crawl and prickle. She’s emitting a little happy churring sound and Gl’bgolyb help you if it isn’t the cutest freaking sound. You lean back, eyes never leaving her as you blow out a long slow breath.


“What do I even DO with you?” Suddenly you have no idea how GM does it. How did she ever decide to raise you? How could she just grab you and go ‘hey, I’m raising a grub now and I know EXACTLY what to do.’


….


Ok, that probably wasn’t how she actually felt when she took you in, but still.


Your protein chute is starting to feel tight and you’re fairly certain that the longer you stare at this grub the worse it’s getting, though you can’t seem to pry your eyes away. You lose track of time watching her, only snapping back into focus when she suddenly sneezes, looks at you drearily and suddenly she’s just out like a light. Your shoulders relax from the tense rigid position you hadn’t realized you had been sitting in. A glance at your portable husktop tells you it’s getting late, GM will be back anytime now.


Maybe you’ll just let the little grub sleep on the table. She seems comfortable.


And if you’re lucky GM will think she’s a snack you left out for her. Your lip curls into a slight smirk, you snort just a little because while the thought is tempting you know you can’t do it.


You are the worst Troll. It is you.

==>

It would seem you are unfortunately in luck. Your Lusus isn’t at your hive and you seem to be devoid of any new patients to attend to. That aside there’s no telling when your Lusus will drag in some new Troll for you to tend to (and keep her from eating the stupid Troll). Or, worse yet, HE could show up. That would probably be the worst possible thing. Luckily for you that’s not the case and you can focus on your incredibly stupid task at hand. 

Equally unfortunate is that the task at hand is not culling this grub and ending your misery.

littlewingmod:

Done in tonight’s Livestream, started out as a random dragon but quickly turned into Pyralspite. Gave him a slightly teal hue with white accents mostly because I felt like it *shrug*
Enjoy!

littlewingmod:

Done in tonight’s Livestream, started out as a random dragon but quickly turned into Pyralspite. Gave him a slightly teal hue with white accents mostly because I felt like it *shrug*

Enjoy!

treat or also treat

Have all the (not terrible) candy!!

littlewingmod:

Hm. I’m all dressed up and there are no trick or treat-er’s knocking at my door. How sad >:[

littlewingmod:

Hm. I’m all dressed up and there are no trick or treat-er’s knocking at my door. How sad >:[

littlewingmod:

Happy Halloween Everyone!!

Re-blogging here, happy Halloween everyone!!

littlewingmod:

Happy Halloween Everyone!!

Re-blogging here, happy Halloween everyone!!

macabrekuta:

Calais Russra for tyriancyclostomes! This hair was really fun to draw. O:
Fantroll Friday~

macabrekuta:

Calais Russra for tyriancyclostomes! This hair was really fun to draw. O:

Fantroll Friday~