The Clown and The Royal

{Okay so this is where both Tannon and Xenthi are going to be!! Both Tannon and Xenthi are over the age of 18 so there may be some NSFW, but that depends on the mood and situation. Tannon is now a full 9 sweeps meaning he is 19. Xenthi is 11 ½ sweeps meaning he is 24. So feel free to ask them any questions you want!!}

[bumblememes]

Time Shenanigans.

Send ⏭ to meet an older version of my muse.

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Send  “You have a crush on____”  for my muses reaction

[ask-these-fantrolls]

Troll Relationship Asks!

Send a symbol to hear my muse's opinion on...

♥️: What an ideal matesprit is

♠️: What an ideal kismesis is

♦️: What an ideal moirail is

♣️: What you should do as an auspistice

🗝: What the key to any relationship is

👥: How they feel about polyquads/sharing a quadmate with another troll

🍯: How they feel about pailing (for fun and during material contribution season)

🧱: What reservations/hesitation they have about any quadrants

💒: What they think about marriage/eternal bonding

⏳: How long they take to fall for someone in any quadrant

🛑: Any deal-breakers they have in a relationship

🎭: How they feel about moirails who kiss/pail/do uncharacteristically pale things together

🪁: Their best memory from an ex-quadrant

🎮: What their favorite thing to do with their quadrants is

🎟: If it's ok to get involved in other trolls' relationship drama

⚔: Their worst memory from an ex-quadrant

🧸: The most meaningful gift a quadmate has given them

🐣: If they would raise a grub with one of their quadrants if it were allowed

🎁: What kinds of gifts they like to give their quadmates

🍒: If it's okay to pail outside a quadrant

💚: What they like most about their matesprit

💙: What they like (or hate) most about their kismesis

💜: What they like most about their moirail

💛: What would drive them to feel ashen for a pair of trolls

[ask-the-rebel-and-the-painter]

♥

The young clown painter sat on a bench that he had found, not really caring about the other trolls that passed by. He was simply looking out at the area trying to find some inspiration for a painting, but not really finding any especially in this particular area. With a deep sigh he closed his eyes to drowned out the city sounds as he thought where next to go. He could go to where his old hive was, but he was pretty sure that it would be filled with young trolls and he wasn't really good with younger trolls. "what am I going to do?" He muttered to himself as he leaned back on the bench and ran his fingers through his lose hair.

[one-twisted-sister]

ask-the-rebel-and-the-painter

“oh for the most part he singsk sea shantiesk, but he doesk like to sing other typesk of songsk.” He gave a gentle shrug as he listened to her words. “what kind of clothing do you make?” He asked very interested in what she was saying. He had never met another troll that could make something like that by hand. ‘she must be super talented!’ He thought to himself as he folded his hands over his lap so he could listen to her and not just the sounds of the city.

He wondered what it would be like to make his own clothing by hand, he was sure that he wouldn’t be any good at it though that would stop him from wondering about it. He chuckled mentally to himself as he brought his thoughts back to the present and to the sapphire blood sitting next to him on the bench.

“Sea shanties hm? that sounds mighty interesting this is just me but I;m assuming that he is a seadweller?.”  She spoke before pondering on his question for a good moment a knuckle tapping at her chin. “Well- I haven’t made anything in- quiet a long time but my fashions were high end designs for the rich and famous all the glitter and sparkle and what not.” She was talking with her hands now waving it this way and that.  “However I and I suppose ex-partner were talking about clothing designs for the lowblooded crowds fashionable, long lasting clothing but at a price a lowblood could afford they sadly don’t have to big of a selection unless they manage to hook up with a highblood or become famous and both options are quite rare.” She paused her words to take a sip from her water bottle, clearing her throat.  The poor dears also have a limited selection when it comes to fabrics to unfortunately, I plan to practice a little get back into the swing of things before starting this new project.”  Verlyn moved to cross one leg over the others those talking hands moving to rest on her knee.  “Your hobby?.”

[ask-the-rebel-and-the-painter]

He chuckled at her question about his hivemate, "yeah he isk a seadweller though he doesn't do much swimming nowadaysk especially after the..." He cut himself off and gave a gentle shake of his head. That story wasn't his to tell, so he didn't say anything about it. Instead he listened to her words as the idea of making the fabric for the lowbloods out of plants since it was easier to get ahold of inside of trying to get the wool from the sheep lusii. "why not try making it out of a wool type plant?" He asked without realizing he had spoken his thoughts aloud.

His hobby? He chuckled as he reached out and rolled up his sleeve to reveal the different colors of paint that colored his gray skin. "I am a painter, a professional one at that. that wask my whole reason for coming to the city. it wask to find some inspiration because you can only paint the seaside so many tinesk before you get art block." He said in a lighthearted manner.

[coxgitando]

HEADCANON QUESTIONS:

✿: What is your muses favourite scent?

☼: What is your muses favourite kind of weather?

☤: Is your muse allergic to anything?

♫: Does your muse like music? What kind?

✉: What is something your muse would write about?

✈: How far has your muse travelled away from their home?

💕: Does your muse have any crushes?

★: What is your muse’s zodiac?

✞: Does your muse have an religious beliefs? What are they?

∞: Is there something about your muse that has been constant throughout their life?

✘: What are your muses pet peeves?

💲: What is your muse like with their money? What’s their financial situation?

⚽: What’s your muse’s favourite sport?

✔: What is your muse’s sexuality?

✋: Is your muse left or right handed?

👓: Does your muse need reading aids? Contacts or glasses?

🎒: What does your muse normally keep in their bag?

🚑: Does your muse have any disabilities/impairments?

👕: What is your muse’s fashion sense like?

🎲: Does your muse like to gamble?

🍕: What’s your muses favourite food?

🍸: Does your muse like to consume alcohol? What’s their favourite kind?

💉: Does your muse have a substance addiction? To what?

[princetrolls]

I haven’t been on this blog in a hot second so here’s my select! I’ll do a doodle or drabble to answer

[candycandymemes]

Send   “You can’t run forever” for my muse’s reaction.  

[ask-the-rebel-and-the-painter]

♥

The young clown painter sat on a bench that he had found, not really caring about the other trolls that passed by. He was simply looking out at the area trying to find some inspiration for a painting, but not really finding any especially in this particular area. With a deep sigh he closed his eyes to drowned out the city sounds as he thought where next to go. He could go to where his old hive was, but he was pretty sure that it would be filled with young trolls and he wasn't really good with younger trolls. "what am I going to do?" He muttered to himself as he leaned back on the bench and ran his fingers through his lose hair.

[one-twisted-sister]

At the sound of an slightly unfamiliar voice addressing him,he opened his tired eyes to look at the troll who was standing in front of him. "hmm? oh yeah I am just thinking and relaxing" He gave her a soft lopsided smile as he sat forward on the bench, so that way he didn't end up falling asleep on her. Not that he would be able to fall asleep in such a big city, but one could never really be too sure with him. "you okay though? you look like you just jumped out of a spa or something like that" When he tilted his head his hair fell around his face causing his long locks to swish at the end.

"Nah no spa not today anyway spa day is next week." She answered watching the male as he moved about all that hair falling and swooshing, he looked like he hadn't slept in- who knew how long week or two tops maybe, was and seemed friendly.

"I'm doing okay, jogging though right now I need to take a wee bit of a break." The sapphireblood waved a hand about with the words moving to take a seat on the opposite side of the bench. "Honestly though you look like you're about to pass out asleep, not safe especially in the city."

[ask-the-rebel-and-the-painter]

At first he had nodded along with her words, well that was until she mentioned sleep. He chuckled at that as he moved to pull his hair out of his face. "I alwaysk look like that, even if I have been sleeping!" He joked as he watched her sit down. "funny thing isk no matter how much I sleep I still alwaysk look like I haven't slept in monthsk" His smile was warm and friendly as he tossed his now braided hair over his shoulder. "plusk that and my hivemate likesk to stay up way past bedtime like some wriggler trying to rebel against sleep." He gave his head a gentle shake as the thought of his roommate came to mind. "he isk a good man don't get me wrong, but boy he sure doesk like to sing at odd ends of the day."

[one-twisted-sister]

Verlyn gave a laugh her fingers rested upon her chest. "I see I've met a couple trolls like that get so much sleep but still look so tired, my old assistant used to have that." She would have to get in touch with her again along with all the others that used to work for her.

"Oh you have a hivemate?." She listened to him speak about this hivemate of his making her chuckle once again. "Ah I see that sounds fun though having a hivemate that enjoys having fun and sings?." She questioned. "What does he sing? I know of a few singers myself I'm not sire if they would remember me though it's been- a while." Verlyn brushed her hair behind her ear before taking a sip from her water bottle her mind stuck on that for a good minute. "Hoping to get back into cloths design myself."

[ask-the-rebel-and-the-painter]

"oh for the most part he singsk sea shantiesk, but he doesk like to sing other typesk of songsk." He gave a gentle shrug as he listened to her words. "what kind of clothing do you make?" He asked very interested in what she was saying. He had never met another troll that could make something like that by hand. 'she must be super talented!' He thought to himself as he folded his hands over his lap so he could listen to her and not just the sounds of the city.

He wondered what it would be like to make his own clothing by hand, he was sure that he wouldn't be any good at it though that would stop him from wondering about it. He chuckled mentally to himself as he brought his thoughts back to the present and to the sapphire blood sitting next to him on the bench.

[ask-the-rebel-and-the-painter]

♥

The young clown painter sat on a bench that he had found, not really caring about the other trolls that passed by. He was simply looking out at the area trying to find some inspiration for a painting, but not really finding any especially in this particular area. With a deep sigh he closed his eyes to drowned out the city sounds as he thought where next to go. He could go to where his old hive was, but he was pretty sure that it would be filled with young trolls and he wasn't really good with younger trolls. "what am I going to do?" He muttered to himself as he leaned back on the bench and ran his fingers through his lose hair.

[one-twisted-sister]

At the sound of an slightly unfamiliar voice addressing him,he opened his tired eyes to look at the troll who was standing in front of him. "hmm? oh yeah I am just thinking and relaxing" He gave her a soft lopsided smile as he sat forward on the bench, so that way he didn't end up falling asleep on her. Not that he would be able to fall asleep in such a big city, but one could never really be too sure with him. "you okay though? you look like you just jumped out of a spa or something like that" When he tilted his head his hair fell around his face causing his long locks to swish at the end.

"Nah no spa not today anyway spa day is next week." She answered watching the male as he moved about all that hair falling and swooshing, he looked like he hadn't slept in- who knew how long week or two tops maybe, was and seemed friendly.

"I'm doing okay, jogging though right now I need to take a wee bit of a break." The sapphireblood waved a hand about with the words moving to take a seat on the opposite side of the bench. "Honestly though you look like you're about to pass out asleep, not safe especially in the city."

[ask-the-rebel-and-the-painter]

At first he had nodded along with her words, well that was until she mentioned sleep. He chuckled at that as he moved to pull his hair out of his face. "I alwaysk look like that, even if I have been sleeping!" He joked as he watched her sit down. "funny thing isk no matter how much I sleep I still alwaysk look like I haven't slept in monthsk" His smile was warm and friendly as he tossed his now braided hair over his shoulder. "plusk that and my hivemate likesk to stay up way past bedtime like some wriggler trying to rebel against sleep." He gave his head a gentle shake as the thought of his roommate came to mind. "he isk a good man don't get me wrong, but boy he sure doesk like to sing at odd ends of the day."

[ask-the-rebel-and-the-painter]

♥

The young clown painter sat on a bench that he had found, not really caring about the other trolls that passed by. He was simply looking out at the area trying to find some inspiration for a painting, but not really finding any especially in this particular area. With a deep sigh he closed his eyes to drowned out the city sounds as he thought where next to go. He could go to where his old hive was, but he was pretty sure that it would be filled with young trolls and he wasn't really good with younger trolls. "what am I going to do?" He muttered to himself as he leaned back on the bench and ran his fingers through his lose hair.

[one-twisted-sister]

With the moons high in the sky the city was indeed alive with ot's hiddle and bustle the occasional shouting of two trolls at eachother some jogging past. Verlyn was one of these trolls jogging through the city she was determined to get completely better.

She was still getting odd looks so many thought she was going to be a goner but no, she managed to defy the odds and live, stopping she checked her pulse panting and taking a sip from her water bottle before she spotted the clown her brow arching as she ventured closer.

"Hey- you okay?." The sapphireblood asked stopping infront of the clown a hand moving to rest on her hip, the face looked familiar, one from long ago.

[ask-the-rebel-and-the-painter]

At the sound of an slightly unfamiliar voice addressing him,he opened his tired eyes to look at the troll who was standing in front of him. "hmm? oh yeah I am just thinking and relaxing" He gave her a soft lopsided smile as he sat forward on the bench, so that way he didn't end up falling asleep on her. Not that he would be able to fall asleep in such a big city, but one could never really be too sure with him. "you okay though? you look like you just jumped out of a spa or something like that" When he tilted his head his hair fell around his face causing his long locks to swish at the end.

[ask-the-rebel-and-the-painter]

♥

The young clown painter sat on a bench that he had found, not really caring about the other trolls that passed by. He was simply looking out at the area trying to find some inspiration for a painting, but not really finding any especially in this particular area. With a deep sigh he closed his eyes to drowned out the city sounds as he thought where next to go. He could go to where his old hive was, but he was pretty sure that it would be filled with young trolls and he wasn't really good with younger trolls. "what am I going to do?" He muttered to himself as he leaned back on the bench and ran his fingers through his lose hair.

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[ask-the-rebel-and-the-painter]

The singing was soft as it drifted to him on the wind. The music from the local hivecluster was louder than usual which meant that they were celebrating something again. He sighed softly as he got up and closed the window, his roommate would be back soon and then he would have to deal with the seadweller again. "I still don't know why I let him stay with me." He murmured to himself as he looked out the window once more thinking about a past that now seemed so far away. "I wonder how she isk doing." He shook his head as he moved from the window back to his canvas and to what he was painting.

It seemed like that's all he was doing nowadays, but he didn't mind too much because it meant that his roommate would leave him alone. As he looked at his painting he growled softly because the colors weren't mixing the way he wanted them to and he needed to get this painting finished because it was supposed to go up on a highbloods wall. "fucking water proof paintsk..." He shook his head while closing his eyes to think about his next step.

[ask-the-rebel-and-the-painter]

He sat in the soft open air looking out at the green field behind the hive wondering what the young clown was doing. "Why dïd Ï møvë ïn ågåïn¿" He asked himself for the hundredth time since he had asked the clown child for help. Said clown was actually just about to go out for a walk around the country side just to get ideas for a new line of paintings, maybe get some fresh paint while he was out.

"oi fish man." The soft yet slightly tired sounding voice came from the open window to his right. "you talking to someone or are you talking to yourself again?" The voice sounded alittle annoyed, but also slightly teasing. He could never tell how this kid was feeling, so he responded with a light-hearted "Jüßt tålkïng tø myßëlf øüt hërë." He heard the soft chuckle as the scrape of a paintbrush pulled across a canvas. "well just letting you know I will be heading out soon, so if there isk anything you want send me a message." Good thing the clown was in a good enough mood to offer to get him something. "Thånkß, Ïll' try tø rëmëmbër thåt!" He shot back happily.

[yellowpoet]

🎃Halloween asks🎃

Afraid: what’s something you are no longer scared of? Bats: do you sleep with stuffed toys? Broomstick: what’s your favourite chore? Candles: what’s your favourite scent? Cat: what are the names of your pets? Cobwebs: are you scared of insects? Fangs: would you become immortal if you could? Ghost: have you had a supernatural encounter? Gore: are you squeamish? Mummy: do you believe in curses? Nightmare: what’s your favourite Halloween movie? Potion: do you have a ‘party trick’? Pumpkin: do you prefer sweet or savoury foods? Skeleton: have you ever broken a bone? Spells: what superpower would you choose? Sweets: have you ever been trick or treating? Tomb: have you ever been in a graveyard late at night? Vampire: what do you want to dress up as for Halloween? Witch: how long is your hair? Zombie: do you believe in an afterlife?

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

Reblog this if you’re just happy to see your RP partners’ replies! Some of us are hesitant to reply because we fear that our response won’t be good enough (Can’t match length for the life of us, Muse’s actions/words would be considered stupid, etc).

[ask-the-rebel-and-the-painter]

Soft stillness

On soft quiet nights like this he usually found himself wondering about his old wriggler-sitter and what she was doing. He wondered how life was going for her and if she ever managed to patch things up with that scary mom of her's. With the softest of sighs Tannon looked out his front window and out to the still ocean beyond his hive. "What would you think if you found out that I wask now rooming with a fish?" He quietly asked himself as he looked back at the blank canvas that sat in front of him. "I missk you momma Dom an I hope life isk going well for you." He sighed softly again as he picked up the paint brush and began painting the ocean sky.