#dontmakeitweiird

[crystal-grotto]

Renjai B3

Character and an expression meme [Accepting!]

[psychicpinenut]

Have you ever seen The Secret Life of Walter Mitty?

have you come to harass me in my ask box now

[sagilsnonsense]

"Remember everyone, a quinera who's scales are risen is NOT your friend"

I had a lot of fun drawing this guy, thanks again @dontmakeitweiird for letting me draw your muse! I loved drawing his markings and making him into a quinera, he's holding a lil camera.

[verformen-sturm]

@dontmakeitweiird

Continued from here: [x]

‘Ju haff not seen it face to face like ju are now,’ The large troll rumbles down at the Kiltar. Settling on fists, a gesture of what he imagined would translate as calm to one of his company’s kind Sturm’s snout then briefly crinkles. ‘I stay in brush or cloak at most. Out of sight and mind - until curiosity snags me like it has now.’

[the-smallest-star]

"I heard there were cookies. Are there any left?"

“Mhm! Here you are Draal!!”

[trollmarket-firemaster]

@dontmakeitweiird

At least he didn’t start the fight. 

No, Grindor is a troll who tends to keep to himself. But when drunkards want to start booze-soaked fist fight with the fourteen-foot-tall GummGumm, he’s more than happy to finish it. 

Which is what he has just done. 

Growling, the titan stands over the lump of knocked-out Krubera and shards of broken table that someone had just been sitting at. The son of the slain Trollhunter Kanjigar, no less. What’s his name? Drill?

Grindor looks at the blue Kitlar, offering a one-shoulder shrug. 

“Sorry.”

[gumm-gumm-mum]

Rp Starter with DontMakeitWeiird

@dontmakeitweiird

Troll market bustled with life and laughter, both filled with many voices of conversation and attention seeking vendors, as the usual days would carry. At the steps, stood a miniscule being, stout in stature. Her four arms fumbled anxiously on her person, seeking comfort in her coverall straps. She took a few steps, clutching tightly the clothing that took to her person.

Connor moved swiftly and aimlessly through the bustling crowd of meandering trolls, lost in purpose, but determined to find it as always. She sighed heavily, having found a place of peace for the time being. She sat on the bench adjacent to a sock vendor, her stomach complaining for it's lack of nutritional intake. The day had been a long, stressful one as always. Running errands for her brother, as he was far too fretful of the market's activity, more so than herself.

She cupped her hands to her eyes, rubbing them vigorously, so much was the attempt to remove the troublesome worries that scratched at the back of her mind. The pang of regret stung, like a weighted, negative gesture brought forth by the fates themselves.

[indomitable-stoneheart-archive]

Talk about me, I dare you.

Ask my character “How do you feel about ______?” Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they’ll have to answer honestly.

“Draal? Hah. He is as worthy of being the Trollhunter as I am -- 800 years of being passed up for the mantle should have been proof enough. The very notion that he thought the amulet would have gone to him after I finally slayed Kanjigar is laughable. It chose a fleshbag over him. What I would have given to have been a fly on that wall.”

Bular snorts. 

“Draal would have made a keen GummGumm. I have no doubt that he would have risen in the ranks of my father’s army to become just as celebrated as Arrrgh once was. He and I are not so different -- he simply chose the fleshlings over his own kind.”