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idk I tried.

My bbu Kuasei with his facepaints. :V
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— Sprite-makers.

Would anyone be willing to do a sprite for me and I’d do sketches for them? D: I’m sucking at sprite-making and I need some.

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— Followers!

If you wanna rp with me just ask or post a starter with my tumblr name on it.

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my bbu sea-bitch. 
The Consecrated Baroness
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wallsofwickedwhimsy:

 

sacerdotessa:

 

"FAR from an ENEMY, little one. I’d SUGGEST not looking at me with such….SUSPICIOUS eyes. It’s UNBECOMING."

The Seamstress was obviously a bit ticked off by The Sentinel once more with his comments. She was his elder, and typically she received treatment equivocal to the way humans and their elders interact. As far as she was concerned, he was still a young troll with a long time to go.

"The OPPRESSOR and I raided a village TOGETHER. Duo-handedly we DECIMATED the lives of those WASTE OF SPACES you all call the Rustbloods. I’d seen even some…OTHER bloods in the midst of the chaos. Not that it MATTERED. You WILL tell me where he is, Noxidus; You’d not LEAVE a WOMAN waiting, would you?"

A step towards Noxidus would expose her intent towards intimidation, because with her it was nothing about her stature that made her horrifying, but rather the wry grin stretching from ear to ear that made people quiver. She was not in her right mind as it was, having spent the last few years killing needlessly while taking the stance of a nomadic to escape the seadwellers and their ‘punishments.’ She’d had enough of the Labyrinth,

Your face remains as slate as it was before. But a smile cracks its way onto your face. “Together? Amazing”. Her attempt at intimidation leaves you blank and unfearing. You were puppet to the oppressors whim. And his thoughts begin to flood your pan. “I will take you to him. He has requested you as a motherfucking audience.” Nodding, you offer to lead the way.

"Don’t expect any LESS, Noxidus."

She’d snicker, the five-foot-eleven or so woman would raise a finger towards him, exposing the very thin thread coiled about her digit. She then raised another, showing the threads coiled about that finger. She continued to do this until both hands were opened, palms facing him. She had the threads on her the entire time, and as such they were…quite handy. 

His mentions of the Oppressor made her expression lighten, just slightly, a bit of relief at his current existence making her all the more hopeful. This day could only grow better if she could find Kuasei, but that would require a trip into the Sands of Alternia, which…well, let’s just say she wasn’t in the mood for endless nothingness.

"Lead me to him, young one. A reunion is at hand." 

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Woman of Valor: open

wallsofwickedwhimsy:

wallsofwickedwhimsy:

sacerdotessa:

wallsofwickedwhimsy:

A sudden flash of indigo flashes by his eyes, the source of the hue being a strip of cloth thrown past his field of vision. A cackle proceeds, the feeling of clawed, unmanaged nails slightly pricking at his…

"Well how do I know Im not taking an enemy to him" you narrow your eyes at her. “Seamstress". A calm expression washes over our face and you let out a sigh. “I am no fool. What is your relation to him? Because if you are troll with a vendetta I am afraid youll have to wait in line."

"FAR from an ENEMY, little one. I’d SUGGEST not looking at me with such….SUSPICIOUS eyes. It’s UNBECOMING."

The Seamstress was obviously a bit ticked off by The Sentinel once more with his comments. She was his elder, and typically she received treatment equivocal to the way humans and their elders interact. As far as she was concerned, he was still a young troll with a long time to go.

"The OPPRESSOR and I raided a village TOGETHER. Duo-handedly we DECIMATED the lives of those WASTE OF SPACES you all call the Rustbloods. I’d seen even some…OTHER bloods in the midst of the chaos. Not that it MATTERED. You WILL tell me where he is, Noxidus; You’d not LEAVE a WOMAN waiting, would you?"

A step towards Noxidus would expose her intent towards intimidation, because with her it was nothing about her stature that made her horrifying, but rather the wry grin stretching from ear to ear that made people quiver. She was not in her right mind as it was, having spent the last few years killing needlessly while taking the stance of a nomadic to escape the seadwellers and their ‘punishments.’ She’d had enough of the Labyrinth,

11 months ago
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clothing and facial concept for “The Pathfinder,” my boyfriend’s troll-cestor.
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THERE ROH, IT’S DONE. HAPPY?
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