#bm13roleplays

[trolloflegend]

Online on bm13roleplays for tonight

[[I’m using my League OC there He’s from the Freljord And there’s been a good lot of Freljord OCs made recently in this here community...♫

I wanna play with y’all comeplaywithme♪]]

[ophi-rps]

1. Saffron and Subwoofer’s relationship in a nutshell. 2. Saffron sees, Saffron likes

[veigarthevile]

Notice me -bm13roleplays

//Ok, what do you want to rp over? Do you want to plot the rp or just wing it? Any suggestions/Ideas for the setting. And do you want to with a M!A on or off, because I have ones lined up for almost a month as of right now and I recognize that some people might want to interact with regular Veigar during that time.

Also if you want to talk over skype my name is “ddjdkdjx“

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[ophi-rps]

❖ -bm13roleplays (Sub to Saff)

Rain. It had to be rain. Saffron groaned, immediately becoming a drenched mess upon leaving the club. There wasn’t even a delay in just how quickly it happened. One moment she was dry, the next she was soaked.

...

No that water was dumped on her. 

“GOD FUCKIN’ DAMMIT SUB.”

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[softstarlight]

ツ -bm13roleplays (Trundle)

[veigarthevile]

■ -bm13roleplays (Hale)

Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.

“I would need a ladder to stare him down effectively. Shit, that is tall.”

[softstarlight]

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Shouts and occasional screams could just barely be heard outside through the bookstore’s walls, gruff, roared orders and shouts echoing in the air and quickly approaching the proximity as the source of the chaos advanced. It was not long at all before the booming force itself erupted through the door of the quaint bookstore and hastily stumbled into the doorway, the blue behemoth known as the one and only Troll King not even bothering to close the door behind him before hastily scanning the bookstore with wide eyes. He had been here once before. He ensured to never forget where it was in case he wanted to visit and disrupt his friend’s day at work again. The last thing he expected was his second visit to be for demanding answers to that very friend’s premature death. There had to be a familiar face of some sort here. Any kind. She said her father worked here, right? They probably looked similar in some way.

The collective panicked whispering of onlookers could be heard from outside the shop’s door. A few brave souls even tried to peak in to see what the fuss was about, only to quickly pull their heads back out of fear. It wasn’t every day a massive troll came barreling down the street and end up in a book shop.

Rourke heard the crashing and gave a small, but heavy sigh. It better have not been those hooligans from last w-…oh. No. It was not. This was very much not a group of bored teenagers. And the troll looked distressed in a way, angry. Was it time to join Ophillia now too?

He cleared his throat. “Mh- May I help you?”

[softstarlight]

☭ -bm13roleplays (Trundle)

Battle Theme: [Pumpkin Party in Sea Hitler's Water Apocalypse]

Battle intro: "Ah geEz, -this is a horrible idea! I hate the cold!-"

Victory: "Huh? -You're just messing with me!-"

Defeat: "I G-GIVE I GiiVE!"

Assist: "Off I g-go!"

Taunt: "-A little frostbite isn't so bad right?-"

Reacting to Taunt: "-DID YOU JUST DO WHAT I THINK YOU DID?!-"

Tie: "Well th-then..."

Perfect Victory: "Y-you're pl-plaAying r-right? GeEt up...g-get up!"