Troll Am Prettiest Princess
@trollamprettiest.bsky.social
Writer, Madman, Scion of the Broken, Knight in Chaos Service.
Lots of ttrpg. Designing. Running. Playing.
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Come play with me!
Startplaying.games/gm/trollamprettiest
Lots of ttrpg. Designing. Running. Playing.
^
Come play with me!
Startplaying.games/gm/trollamprettiest
No fear. No hope.
But I'm still here.
But I'm still here.
December 5, 2025 at 8:41 PM
No fear. No hope.
But I'm still here.
But I'm still here.
Never confuse IEDs and IUDs. The difference is volatile.
June 8, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Never confuse IEDs and IUDs. The difference is volatile.
Love is a thief in the night.
Love is a fire that consumes us all.
Love is a secret that slides through shadows to whisper in timid ears.
Love is a howling truth that reverbs through your very bones.
Love is fear and desire dueling to the death on a field of flowers.
Love is a fire that consumes us all.
Love is a secret that slides through shadows to whisper in timid ears.
Love is a howling truth that reverbs through your very bones.
Love is fear and desire dueling to the death on a field of flowers.
June 4, 2025 at 7:06 PM
Love is a thief in the night.
Love is a fire that consumes us all.
Love is a secret that slides through shadows to whisper in timid ears.
Love is a howling truth that reverbs through your very bones.
Love is fear and desire dueling to the death on a field of flowers.
Love is a fire that consumes us all.
Love is a secret that slides through shadows to whisper in timid ears.
Love is a howling truth that reverbs through your very bones.
Love is fear and desire dueling to the death on a field of flowers.
I love you all.
April 22, 2025 at 4:58 PM
I love you all.
All I know is that in 1973, God and the Devil got in a knife fight outside of a gay bar called the Urban Cowboy. There were no survivors.
April 9, 2025 at 12:44 AM
All I know is that in 1973, God and the Devil got in a knife fight outside of a gay bar called the Urban Cowboy. There were no survivors.
Was gonna write a bit of poetry that was all ground bones and severed hope.
But here's my dogphews instead.
But here's my dogphews instead.
April 8, 2025 at 6:15 PM
Was gonna write a bit of poetry that was all ground bones and severed hope.
But here's my dogphews instead.
But here's my dogphews instead.
To the Queen of Rust I bend my knee.
To the Lords of the Broken, Lost, and Junk I swear fealty.
To Pain whom I have paid my rightful due
Shattered and reforged I am for you.
#writing #fairytale #bornanew #poetry #shutupandeatyourjesus
To the Lords of the Broken, Lost, and Junk I swear fealty.
To Pain whom I have paid my rightful due
Shattered and reforged I am for you.
#writing #fairytale #bornanew #poetry #shutupandeatyourjesus
April 1, 2025 at 2:15 AM
To the Queen of Rust I bend my knee.
To the Lords of the Broken, Lost, and Junk I swear fealty.
To Pain whom I have paid my rightful due
Shattered and reforged I am for you.
#writing #fairytale #bornanew #poetry #shutupandeatyourjesus
To the Lords of the Broken, Lost, and Junk I swear fealty.
To Pain whom I have paid my rightful due
Shattered and reforged I am for you.
#writing #fairytale #bornanew #poetry #shutupandeatyourjesus
The man made of broken glass shrugged his tinkling shoulders, "Fairness? Pfft. Not my department. I don't make the rules, I just enforce them. And manipulate them for my own benefit. And make them."
March 20, 2025 at 7:30 PM
The man made of broken glass shrugged his tinkling shoulders, "Fairness? Pfft. Not my department. I don't make the rules, I just enforce them. And manipulate them for my own benefit. And make them."
I will not be defeated by a bidet!
March 18, 2025 at 9:02 PM
I will not be defeated by a bidet!
I pass through a river of copper coils and the arching fire that Prometheus stole. No blood left as I travel, all taken by circumstance. I move through lands of data, pain, and pleasure, dancing with echoes from today and tomorrow.
And somehow in all the chaos... I met you.
And somehow in all the chaos... I met you.
March 15, 2025 at 1:53 AM
I pass through a river of copper coils and the arching fire that Prometheus stole. No blood left as I travel, all taken by circumstance. I move through lands of data, pain, and pleasure, dancing with echoes from today and tomorrow.
And somehow in all the chaos... I met you.
And somehow in all the chaos... I met you.
I have an update! I have a place to live and can reboot my life now.
The world if full of wonderful people.
The world if full of wonderful people.
Donate to Urgent Help for John Belliston's New Home, organized by John Belliston
Hi. I'm John Belliston. I am a disabled man who can't currently work a proper… John Belliston needs your support for Urgent Help for John Belliston's New Home
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March 7, 2025 at 7:04 PM
I have an update! I have a place to live and can reboot my life now.
The world if full of wonderful people.
The world if full of wonderful people.
Things have taken a sudden turn for me. If you can help I'd love you forever. But to be fair I was gonna do that anyway.
gofund.me/fcd9d2a9
gofund.me/fcd9d2a9
Donate to Urgent Help for John Belliston's New Home, organized by John Belliston
Hi. I'm John Belliston. I am a disabled man who can't currently work a proper… John Belliston needs your support for Urgent Help for John Belliston's New Home
gofund.me
February 23, 2025 at 12:36 AM
Things have taken a sudden turn for me. If you can help I'd love you forever. But to be fair I was gonna do that anyway.
gofund.me/fcd9d2a9
gofund.me/fcd9d2a9
Claws tore through the air in front as the young boy turned to bolt across the street. With a crack like a ribcage shattering the portal opened. A creature crawled through, its flesh a thousand colors and textures sewed haphazardly onto a form with both too many and not enough bones.
February 20, 2025 at 9:23 PM
Claws tore through the air in front as the young boy turned to bolt across the street. With a crack like a ribcage shattering the portal opened. A creature crawled through, its flesh a thousand colors and textures sewed haphazardly onto a form with both too many and not enough bones.
I currently have the perfect level of chemical alteration.
February 10, 2025 at 2:03 AM
I currently have the perfect level of chemical alteration.
I made a food.
February 6, 2025 at 10:11 PM
I made a food.
Reposted by Troll Am Prettiest Princess
We're gearing up to record our next episode this weekend. Here's a little teaser about what we're talking about. In the mean time give our episodes on Firefly, and Late Night with the Devil a listen!
January 24, 2025 at 9:00 PM
We're gearing up to record our next episode this weekend. Here's a little teaser about what we're talking about. In the mean time give our episodes on Firefly, and Late Night with the Devil a listen!
The man sat in a grove the glimmering shards of his heart shining wounded hands.
Love, sister of Pain, mother of Need, Despair, and Madness sat next to him. Her shoulders covered with a thick cloak of bright flowers hiding glistening barbs.
"It will heal in time. An ache will always remain."
Love, sister of Pain, mother of Need, Despair, and Madness sat next to him. Her shoulders covered with a thick cloak of bright flowers hiding glistening barbs.
"It will heal in time. An ache will always remain."
January 22, 2025 at 8:50 PM
The man sat in a grove the glimmering shards of his heart shining wounded hands.
Love, sister of Pain, mother of Need, Despair, and Madness sat next to him. Her shoulders covered with a thick cloak of bright flowers hiding glistening barbs.
"It will heal in time. An ache will always remain."
Love, sister of Pain, mother of Need, Despair, and Madness sat next to him. Her shoulders covered with a thick cloak of bright flowers hiding glistening barbs.
"It will heal in time. An ache will always remain."
God took a long pull off his cigarette. His deft fingers twirling they little stick with the glowing cherry, "Good and evil? Those are what people obsess over. Weep about how complex they are. And yeah, perspective can shift them a little, but they're pretty simple. Just tempered by perspective."
December 28, 2024 at 10:07 PM
God took a long pull off his cigarette. His deft fingers twirling they little stick with the glowing cherry, "Good and evil? Those are what people obsess over. Weep about how complex they are. And yeah, perspective can shift them a little, but they're pretty simple. Just tempered by perspective."
Once upon a time there was a man who told lies. He told small lies, and huge ones. He talked of his beautiful wife and his home far from here. He talked of magic bags and sleds, and of the strange and exotic animals he had tamed. Each child he spoke to he promised more and more elaborate gifts.
December 25, 2024 at 9:06 PM
Once upon a time there was a man who told lies. He told small lies, and huge ones. He talked of his beautiful wife and his home far from here. He talked of magic bags and sleds, and of the strange and exotic animals he had tamed. Each child he spoke to he promised more and more elaborate gifts.
(Part 1)
The creature had no eyes, only polished bone chasms smoothly transitioning into the tight stretched flesh of it's face. It's faint voice caressed his ears as it strung the violin with the strings from the young man's heart.
#microfiction #art #monster #philosophy
The creature had no eyes, only polished bone chasms smoothly transitioning into the tight stretched flesh of it's face. It's faint voice caressed his ears as it strung the violin with the strings from the young man's heart.
#microfiction #art #monster #philosophy
December 16, 2024 at 7:35 PM
(Part 1)
The creature had no eyes, only polished bone chasms smoothly transitioning into the tight stretched flesh of it's face. It's faint voice caressed his ears as it strung the violin with the strings from the young man's heart.
#microfiction #art #monster #philosophy
The creature had no eyes, only polished bone chasms smoothly transitioning into the tight stretched flesh of it's face. It's faint voice caressed his ears as it strung the violin with the strings from the young man's heart.
#microfiction #art #monster #philosophy
The great beast's maw dripped with the evidence of his violence, it turned to the little mortal frozen in the doorway. A small bundle of flowers clutched in their hand. The monster chuffed, "You think you love for who I am. It is nothing more than what you wish I was." It turned back to its meal.
December 13, 2024 at 5:56 PM
The great beast's maw dripped with the evidence of his violence, it turned to the little mortal frozen in the doorway. A small bundle of flowers clutched in their hand. The monster chuffed, "You think you love for who I am. It is nothing more than what you wish I was." It turned back to its meal.
Reposted by Troll Am Prettiest Princess
December 11, 2024 at 6:44 PM
Stared into the Void. Void stared back. Got a little awkward. Then a little flirty. Now in a throuple thing with them and Chaos. #weirdstarttotheday #romance #cosmichorror #polyamory #thatescalatedquickly #shutupandeatyourjesus
December 11, 2024 at 7:21 PM
Stared into the Void. Void stared back. Got a little awkward. Then a little flirty. Now in a throuple thing with them and Chaos. #weirdstarttotheday #romance #cosmichorror #polyamory #thatescalatedquickly #shutupandeatyourjesus
December 3, 2024 at 7:16 PM
"The scholars of the Deep Dreaming speak of the transition points where Nightmares become truths, and Dreams become horrors. It is through this razor-thin opening that the Beasts Beyond can tear their way within the Dreamer. And some speculate, even further into reality."
December 1, 2024 at 3:48 PM
"The scholars of the Deep Dreaming speak of the transition points where Nightmares become truths, and Dreams become horrors. It is through this razor-thin opening that the Beasts Beyond can tear their way within the Dreamer. And some speculate, even further into reality."