I’ve never felt more at home in a fandom than this one.
Name: Devora Victus
age: 9 or 8 sweeps
Lusus: bottomless mouse
modus: portable fridge and some times (and rarely) Gut himself
Strife Specibus: fork and knife
troll tag: infiniteEater
Quirk: I’s are 1 (for him being the only one to eat a Godzilla of a burrito all on his own), his double oo’s are ∞. extends his mmm’s when he’s hungry also uses some old English like thy and hither . in person he isn’t all that talkative (hard to talk also with his cheek missing) , will occasionally make a slurping sounds and stomach growling sounds also.
Personality and interests: despite his looks and lifestyle, he has a really calm demenor and takes his jade-blood duty to heart( or at least the best he can). taking care of the mother grub when he can and taking dead grubs that didn’t make it to eat. if there is a wriggler who lost their lusus he take them in for a night or two but no more then that(or he might get hungry and eat them). he loves to cook and quiet good at it. he will make something inedible, edible (ex. Rock soup taste like clam chowder and cotton n mud pudding tasting like dulce de leche pudding.) and if push comes to shove, instead of eating dead trolls he has a very bad habit of biting his
nails bone finger tips and cheeks when there’s nothing to eat. ( he’ll do this too when he’s nervous)
plant: Land of Mouths and Famine (LoMaF’s theme)
consorts: Blind olive African bull frogs think with they’re bellies
god tier: mage of void
ZZZhh yeah go ahead, i got plenty.” You pause for a moment and squint your eyes. You realize what you just did in front of her. Whoops. You flush just a tad and say, “well, i’m gonna leave you Zo you can change. i’ll be back!”
Your lusus climbs up your body and makes a nest in your hair before you’re out the door.
You go downstairs to the kitchen and grab some drinks. You run back upstairs and stop at your door. You knock, “hey i’m comin’ in.” You open the door, “i got u
Zsome drink Z!”
now that’s more like it, some space.. you smile and took off your shirt so the hoodie wouldn’t be too snug on ya. woops there goes peeps, you can’t hear her at the moment (good reddens..) you feel a bit bad for this, so you put the string tail in your hoodie pouch.
by the time he got back you turn around to the door to see him holding a couple of drinks, you smiled a bit more then you did before.
“(o)(o)(o)(o)~ nice!~ \^/hat kind (o)f drink is it? ouo?”
“Don don♪~ err…… u-uhm well you see bro… um…”
your hair started to turn into dreads a bit so you can’t really lie to him, and your dead troll pile, ugh, you haven’t changed it in over a while. your walls in your hive is covered in your miracles again. no lies this time crazy troll.
” Don don dee♪~ yeee- no.. and ↓ st↓ll k↓nda take sopor >x>; “
“I get Ωut fΩr sΩme perigees, and yΩu return tΩ sΩpΩr cΩnsume.”
You’re neither amused or surprised, you actually expected that from her, after all, she’s almost a wiggler that you need to babysit constantly, which you gladly do, but you still need to look like you’re scolding her, so you frown at her.
“Well, it seems like I will need tΩ begin again tΩ fix yΩur addictiΩn.”
“Don don cha♪~ way ahead of ya bro~ me and my matespr↓t had a small feel↓ngs jam about the stuff and well.. ↓’m 5% away from be↓ng done w↓th ↓t~”
by 5 you mean you still have some sopor in places of your hive you didn’t even know you had. your like some kind of doped up freaky nut beast. you didn’t ingest any of the stuff yet, and to know that you and your fishbro is gonna help you again is going to be great, dare you say it, moirail support. your so glad that you didn’t say that out loud. even that made you cringe.