made a list of all canon lusii according to caste so i could see what types are common in each caste, this was more interesting then i expected
putting it under the cut because it’s long as fuck
RUST
- ram
- sloth
- dog
similar traits: furry, warmblooded?
BRONZE
- fairy bull
- deercat
- collie
- emu
similar traits: soft and warmblooded
GOLD
- biclops
- isopod
- wasp
similar traits: yellow?? maybe generally bug themed if we consider the captors special
OLIVE
- cat
similar traits: cat
JADE
literally nothing known about the usual cases— do jades even typically have lusii?
TEAL
- dragon
- cholerbears
- spleenfowl
- ferret
- weird dog monkey
- small purse dog
similar traits: fairly warmblooded? perhaps with the exception of the dragon? (is the dragon a special or unusual case maybe?)
CERULEAN
- spider
- tick
- snake
similar traits: sinister/poisonous
INDIGO
- centaur
- goat
- zebra
similar traits: horse
PURPLE
- goat hippocampus
- land dolphin
similar traits: half aquatic
VIOLET AND FUSHIA
- seahorse
- giant squid demon thing
- sky whale
similar traits: water themed
* obligatory mention that kanaya’s mother grub lusus is almost never seen by anyone, and karkat’s crab lusus was genetically created by the singless cult to raise him specifically
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Another anon here than the lusus ask but also curious about it with some characters (I hope Im not asking about too many) like the clown twins, Tyzias, Tagora, Karako (stuff hes picked from bronya maybe? Im obsessed with them), Lanque and Daraya?
Okay I should have mentioned this but totally forgot: I headcanon that cloistered jades don't get a lusus, so I'll be skipping Lanque and Daraya (and Karako, since he lives with the jades down there) simply because I've hc'd this for so long I can't see them having lususes or lusus habits even in theory lol.
These are quite a few characters, so just 1 hc for each for today ^^
Soliel twins: I headcanon that their lusus is a 2 headed circus elephant-seal hybrid. They tend to lean into their expressions via their nose (since their lusus's body language tends to relate to the trunk), which always makes them look a little like they're trying really hard to get either a reaction from or a good look at you.
Tyzias: I am pretty sure I've seen somewhere that her lusus is a cholerbear? Tyzias gets SEVERE mind fog and fatigue in the dim season, and needs to take frequent naps, preferably curled up in a cozy blanket and with the heat on full blast.
Tagora: Canonically has a ferret lusus. When he allows himself to sleep deeply, it is a dead sleep. You could pick him up and throw him across the room, and he wouldn't even be too embarrassed to charge you for the pleasure once he wakes up ragdolled. You will, of course, also be paying for the chiropractor and the masseus (and it's totally, definitely not a date ;o) haha). Side note: ferrets like to dig, which really suits Tagora who is always metaphorically digging for info :o)!
Stelsa: Canonically has a small chihuahua lusus that she keeps in her purse. Stelsa can recognize people by their particular scent, and has an affinity for fancy perfumes.
Marsti: I headcanon that her lusus is a giant snail that trails slime everywhere. Marsti, in moments of pure self indulgence, prefers not to chew her veggies but to grind them down against her gnashing teeth.
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"No invitation. No ticket. Yet you've found your way to us. A rubberneck perhaps?"
"The HIC sent me. I don't fucking know."
"A rubberneck is one that comes in, to inspect the proceedings. They don't much feel like talking when they come back out. But that's not quite what you are, I don't think. Would you care for a reading, visitor?" She's too chuffed to use that deck on you for it to not be a trap.
You're then overcome by a feeling not unlike the ones that plagued you constantly as the sweeps counting down to exile for you went down one. by. one. The ones that when put into words would sound something like "this is it" and "they know" and "it's over".
You don't crumble. You don't think you can.
"No thanks, ma'am. I don't need some cards to tell me my luck's a lump of dried out shit smeared under a cholerbear's muddy bottom. It's a widely known fact."
"Very well." She sounds impressed, it confuses you a little. "Very, very well." She disappears. "You may wait here, if you wish. I'll let the wringmaster know, of your arrival."
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vityaz howd you lose the hand
VITYAZ: wow! u know im glad you decided to direct thiz queztion to me becauze i dont think many people would rezpond very kindly to being azked about their dizability in zuch a forthright manner!
VITYAZ: but luckily for you im happy to zhare <3
VITYAZ: i had a run in with a wild cholerbear luzuz a couple wipez ago while i waz viziting a friend in the forezt where zhe livez
VITYAZ: i got a touch too cloze to itz mouth and… bam! no hand!
VITYAZ: im juzt grateful i managed to zcamper up a tree before the bleeding got too bad...
VITYAZ: ...and eventually the friend i waz viziting found me and took me back to her hive!
VITYAZ: zhe did um, zhout at me quite a lot though, haha
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Little Wonders
Thrixe Varzim || Present Night
Thrixe looked at the beads and hair ties, examining the shades of fuchsia on display. He’d already picked a few blue beads to go with his tie of that color; not too many, he couldn’t spend excessively, but it was nice to be able to experiment with how he looked for once.
Without anyone asking questions.
Ullane would have them. She’d disapprove. She wouldn’t forbid him, he was sure of that - but she’d make it clear he would be crossing a line if he acted on his feelings.
The violet put his fingers on the soft, filmy scrunchies. If only there were ones with sea foam accents…then again, that would betray him even further.
It was a nice little store, one for highbloods and midbloods, and lower key than many shops of its ilk he’d gone into before. So…harsh, so modern and upscale that he immediately felt sure everyone could see he didn’t belong, didn’t even know how to shop there. Nor did he have any servants like many of the trolls present.
Servants. He couldn’t imagine ever having servants. How did people function if they couldn’t take care of their own space by themselves? He was used to their presence at all the functions he’d been to - had frequently been placed among them, to their discomfort - but actually having trolls at his beck and call? It was unfathomable.
Linnae had mentioned his caretaker had had them...Thrixe recalled the Flora servants from his own childhood. He’d heard them more than seen them; like anyone who wasn’t his proctors, they’d been instructed to not speak to him. Their gossip and laughter had been a fairly consistent hum of background noise, the smell of the food they cooked...he’d done his best to shut it out, to numb his curiosity.
For a time he’d tried to think himself better than them, but his proctors had made it clear how woefully wrong he was.
He realized he’d been standing there for an oddly long time when the young cashier gave a polite cough, and he spun around, fins rippling in embarrassment.
“S’allright, orchid.” they said in a friendly drawl, a casually dressed olive in a floppy hat. “Just come pay, yeah? You’re awfully skittish for a water breather.”
He walked over, beads and ties in hand, and put down a few bills, dropping the change they slid him in the small clay tip jar. It had wavy blue designs painted on it, simple and a bit wobbly. Probably a wriggler’s work.
They noticed him looking and tapped the edge with a claw, the sound pleasant.
“My ash sells ‘em, if you’re interested.“
He shook his head.
“Can’t blame me for tryin’.” They said with a shrug, going back to their phone.
He left the store, blinking slightly in the moonlight.
What would Linnae like?
He’d already sent Mikiel a fine cookbook of re-creations of historical dishes. The fuchsia liked simpler things, trading cards and plushes, animals and magic...though their knowledge of nature was impressive. He hadn’t known how careful you had to be with its balance before.
Thrixe walked along the street, keeping an eye out for any shops that inspired him. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
Why was this so hard?
He stopped. Of course, he was overthinking.
He whistled, a short signal, and Archimedes flew down to greet him, landing on the pavement.
“Let’s make him something.” He whispered to the gryphon, who chittered and groomed his wings quickly before looking up at the seadweller expectantly.
He walked for a while to the woods that bordered the town, and searched for stones that were large and flat enough for his purposes. Archimedes caught prey and sharpened his claws on trees, and sometimes Thrixe borrowed his body to search with for what he needed, or keep an eye out for predators.
The gryphon’s vision and hearing were excellent, even if his sense of smell wasn’t as acute as a troll’s. In a short time, and only needing to avoid one juvenile cholerbear that seemed more interested in trying to eat a beehive anyway, he’d found what he needed.
Thrixe went back to the small motel he was staying at - much to the bafflement of the staff, one of whom had flat out said that the highest troll who’d ever been there before was teal - and sat on the floor of his room, supplies laid out in front of him.
Dirt. Water. Moss. Flowers. Everything here he could sense except the rock - well, only the microbes on it.
He breathed in and out, focusing, feeling the pigments of the flowers, the moss’s tiny spirals of leaves. He plucked a few petals off and carefully placed them on the rock, along with some greenery, a little water and a thin layer of soil.
The seadweller shut his eyes, and when he opened them, they glowed violet-white.
The moss and petals grew around each other into a design, with a soft noise of shifting foliage, creating an image of a coiled dragon with pink-petal eyes and other pink accents. It wasn’t perfect - he realized with some embarrassment it was a bit wobbly, like the waves on the jar - but it was still recognizable as his friend’s other form, grown directly from the rock.
It had taken a few seconds and a flicker of power. He could easily get better, he mused as he shook the rock gently over the wastebasket to get the excess soil off.
Maybe he shouldn’t give Linnae anything less than a perfect work. Would Mikiel be disappointed in him if he did?
No, he wanted the mage to see it. Even if it was imperfect, it was his first piece of this kind. He wanted...he hoped it would make him happy. Or at least, that he wouldn’t think it was weird.
Who was he kidding, the whole process he’d used to make it was weird, he could grow plants with his mind, no psiionics involved. It was so satisfying.
Linnae didn’t seem to mind his strangeness. Not yet, anyway. Maybe once he’d learned more of the world he’d realize the kind of company fuchsias usually kept, and none of it involved disgraced, half-horrorterror violets.
Thrixe almost wanted to paint the fuchsia, yet he was sure that despite all his skill he couldn’t quite capture the way their beautiful fins shone with multiple colors, or how his dragon form’s fur glimmered beneath the pink and green moonlight.
Or how he looked when he was focusing, trying to learn, or when he had just bought something new...
He shook his head, gently wrapping the rock in tissue paper.
Hopefully, Linnae would like the present.
Archimedes dozed on the edge of the bed, but he cracked a green feline eye to look at Thrixe with what the violet could swear was amusement.
He looked away, fins flared and face flushed slightly violet.
“Shut up.” he mumbled, perfectly aware how pathetic his tone was.
The gryphon chirped mock-innocently before settling back down.
Thrixe sighed. He had to try, didn’t he? He had to make some kind of effort, corral his thoughts more efficiently. He was a lost cause with Mikiel, but that didn’t mean it had to happen again.
He knew what boundaries he had to keep for everyone’s sake.
He’d hold to them, no matter what.
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