#lunazu

[thedragonisaprincess]

I drew a Zandalari boi, who belongs to @theletter27

He really pleases me, and I hope I did okay. Luna at least likes it, so that makes me happy.

HEY @taliamirai I REALLY RESPECT YOUR OPINIONS OF TROLLS. WHAT DO YOU THINK?

[theletter27]

Bold which habits your muse has

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens |smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears |chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair |overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples |rolling shoulders

[theletter27]

48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious? 49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood? 50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say?

48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious?

Unfortunately Luna does get jealous and envious, but he does his best to hide it.  As juvenile as it sounds, what gets Luna jealous the MOST is when attention, love, etc, is given to others when he feels he’s put as much effort into something as he can and not given the same attention/love/etc in return (aka ‘I think I deserve it as much/more than they do!’). He unfortunately dealt with this not too long ago, and usually his jealousy turns into grudges, and these grudges can last a long time. He’s mature, but can also be a giant manbaby.

This last (and worst) incident where his jealousy flared up has made him take a big emotional step back from those around him and put up a wall- not so much to keep people out, but to keep himself reigned in. That wall usually only drops around so many people, @wtfarraki (Anzeti) being one of them, of course.

49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood?

Luna used to be plagued with nightmares not too many years ago, all of them revolving around the loss of his homeland, his family and his first mate/child. They came to him at the end of emotionally charged or stressed days where he fell into restless sleeps. On Zandalar he would deal with them in heavy silences, trying to distract himself with the days work or any project he might have been working on. This kept him at a distance with anyone that might have helped him, however.

In Zul’Gurub, upon waking in the morning after one he would always need  to reach out to his mate, Asati, and their children for reassurance and comfort. The rest of the day would leave him tired and drained, though he’d have to hoist a happy/helpful face for the sake of his clanmates. 

After his death and slip into the spirit world in Draenor, however, nightmares no longer bother him if he does have one. He knows what’s waiting on the other side, so anything his mind can fabricate can’t compare to the truth. 

50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say?

To Anzeti? Something perverted, obnoxious and highly inappropriate to anyone else listening.

BUT HEY THEY’RE JUST REALLY CLOSE FRIENDS AMIRITE

He’s found crushes are dangerous. Best to avoid them with anyone else but Asati and Anzeti because they’ve already accepted the total NERD that he is, flaws and everything. There’s no guarantee with that from anyone else.

Thanks for asking! :D

[theletter27]

TWF my Zandalari realizes he prefers other tribes over his own

Especially Sandfurys 

[theletter27]

🎨 - Artistic ability 🎤- Can they sing (For lune lune)

🎨 - Artistic ability

He’s actually a rather accomplished Illuminated artist, in the troll fashion. Having spent years and years copying and recopying and studying tomes, scrolls and books on Zandalar as a mage, he’s quite adept at drawing out the artwork for them. He’s also a fair writer, having copied a few books from memory for the other Zandalari in the Clan. There was a joke circulating a few years ago when he was a mage that he wrote ‘adult material’ and it earned him the temporary (but funny) nickname of ‘Uncle Pornomag’.

🎤- Can they sing

Luna loves to sing, but rarely does so for anyone but his children. Most of his songs are those from Zandalar that he learned growing up from -his- mother about the animals, the Loa and most of all the Ocean/the sea. His voice is a deep, pleasant rumble (which is bass in my head) I have yet to really find a good real life comparison for. If asked he might sing for a friend or a clan mate.

Thanks for asking!

[wtfarraki]

Bewitched, Pheromones, Duel.

 Bewitched - What quality in another person does your muse obsess over?

“A good sense o’ humor. Yeh got ta be able ta laugh at yehself an’ nah take everehtin’ too seriously.”

♨ Pheromones - Who might your muse have an uncontrollable attraction to?

“Lunazu.” Anzeti and Lunazu have been romantically involved for well over a year now, and they had a stubborn crush on each other beforehand. It’s safe to say that Anzeti finds Lunazu extremely attractive. They’ve shown unconditional support for each other, have a deep trust between them, and they genuinely enjoy spending time together.

They’ve largely kept their romantic relationship private from the rest of their guildmates, but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t dedicated to each other. Anzeti loves Lunazu very much.

⚔ Duel - Who would your muse duel for? Who would duel for them?

((Answered here!))

((From this prompt))

[wtfarraki]

Apple blossoms, pink carnations, geraniums, pansies, pink roses, yellow roses, sunflowers, violets and then top the flower mound off with wisteria. ( ˘ ³˘)❤

❤(◠ᵋ◠✿) Anzeti is a lucky mon! ))

[theletter27]

✖ for Luna.

✖ - A repressed memory.

A lot of things that would have been repressed have all been about his father. Luna had and in a way has (expanded upon in a story I’ll be writing soon) some MAJOR daddy issues, and his biggest fear is growing up to be exactly like this father. 

Studies have shown that children that grow up abused have a good chance of growing up to -be- abusers, something Luna tries very very hard not to happen, hence why even as a member of a very savage society among trolls, he tries very hard not to become what he calls ‘A Zalakar’, using violence and abuse as punishment. He especially takes care to avoid being aggressive towards younger Clan mates, as he knows they’ll eventually either grow up or get over it.

((Zalakar  oocly is probably the nicest guy you could meet. I mean that only ICly))

Example will be under the ‘Read More’ line. I suggest you don’t go any further if such things as this upset or trigger you. 

He could see the flesh around her eye starting to blacken, even as she sat there with the cool skin of her hand pressed against it. The herbal concoction she made for such things was having less and less effect every time she used it, and the swelling and the bruises stayed longer than they should have. Troll regeneration was, so the Priests on the island said, based on your faith and your sacrifices to your Loa. He came to the conclusion a long time ago that his mother either had no faith, or Zanza was a very, very cruel Loa. In his heart he suspected it must be the latter.

The hut had no door for his father to slam, so the grass mat that covered the doorway fell to the floor in a heavy thud as it was ripped away in his departure. Father often left many such things in his wake: doormats, broken pottery, ripped clothing and even the small spots of blood his mother tried hard to cover up or clean away, the motion of which was a joke. The hut walls were thin, and if the neighbors could hear the angry sounds coming from it at night they were either deaf to it or uncaring.

Still, he looked to him and despite the bloody lip and the pain she must have been in she was all smiles,. “I suppose dinner will be late then.” Luna looked around at the scattered meat and baked roots on the floor that joined the broken plate it must have sat on. “Have to recook the meat. It was a bit too well done for your fathers taste.”

“Maybe he should go out and hunt a direhorn and kill it with his bare teeth, then.” He tried and failed to keep the heavy, dripping sarcasm out of his voice as he helped her off of the floor, holding her up just in case she had any fainting or dizzy spells, as had happened before on much worse occasions. At fifteen he was now eye to eye with her, and though with other people it irked him that he had not yet reached his full man height, with his mother it was different. “But if he did I’d feel sorry for the direhorn for having to put up with a raging, insensible beast.”

“Do not say that!” His mothers voice was like a whip, and her accompanying look of reproach was overshadowed by the fear in her expression. “Do not say that.” She touched his cheek and stepped away from him with stiff steps. “Keep such things to yourself. Do not call his anger down upon you-”

“Anymore than my existence already does?” He felt his anger momentarily flare up. “Why do you let him push you around like this? WHY do you let him hit you? Why do you even STAY here?!” His questions were obstinately unanswered, though, as they had always been when he dared to voice them. She turned from him, hands smoothing down the front of her robes.

“Go to the temple while I clean up, Lunazu.I don’t want to hear anymore of this when your father comes home tonight.” She was already bending down to pick up the scattered food and broken dish.

“But-”

“GO!” It was a mixture of a scream and a sob, and she put both hands over her mouth to muffle the sound.

Angry, shame faced and humiliated, he turned and went, exiting the same front door his father had stormed out of not but ten minutes past. He’d go to temple, as commanded, and return that night and lay in his room waiting for the man in the other to fall asleep, or his mothers quiet sobs into the furs.