seen from United States
seen from Togo
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Austria
seen from Yemen
seen from Germany
seen from Switzerland
seen from Sweden
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Iraq
seen from Bosnia & Herzegovina
seen from China
Have you drawn Sha corruption before, and I just can't find it?
I have, actually! Only a couple of times, though it seems I never posted one of them. I still really like this one I did of my troll shaman (was a hunter at the time though), Kulikara:
kuli!
I think these were omre for canon characters but I can do my OCs for sure, especially my favorite Fatrock 1: sexuality headcanon - gaaaaay2: otp - Kuli + Rham’bek <33: brotp - Kuli and his sisters are bros for life4: notp - Kuli and Amrit5: first headcanon that pops into my head - He’s more pissed about losing his tusks than losing an arm.6: favorite line from this character - I would have to dig through way too many old rp logs so this one remains unanswered7: one way in which I relate to this character - He’s a complainer when it comes to the small things, but for the really important things he grits his teeth and gets to it8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - PAINFULLY STUBBORN even when he knows good and well that what he’s doing will end up very poorly9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Problematic cinnamon roll.
i am the reason we can't have nice things
I thought he needed a little color. I'm sure Rham'bek loves the fact that Kulikara is now going grey faster than he is. :P
Kuli bby the last few months have been rough on you.
arbydostuff I'm changing Kulikara's name, he will henceforth be known as Spicy Jumbo Dad.
Um. Kuli....
♡ Kulikara, naturally.
Kuli isn’t just a fatrock, he’s Arby’s fatrock. Whenever Rham'bek’s joints seem to creak a little louder Kulikara is there to lean against, offering his arms without comment so the old sneak can hold onto his pride. Kuli’s there to help him down to the furs, to strip him down and make lewd, playful comments while rubbing down his swollen joints with minty liniments. ’You’re not old,’ he says. ‘You’re aged like a fine wine.’ And his Fatrock is there to curl protectively around him like a fat, warm cave to sleep in safely.
