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There’s going to be a time skip and new outfits!?!? Whaaaaat!?!
reblogging for cosplay
(original video link here)
this is world cosplay summit team mexico for this year (and i believe this is their qualifying entry? correct me if i’m wrong.)
i gasped. this is so unbelievable. kudos to them. the video didn’t have any links to cosplay pages, so if someone knows the participants’ facebook/tumblr cosplay pages, linking me would be great :)
Cosplayer team facebook: TWIN cosplay
The craftsmaship in the costumes is unbelievable!
I literally cannot explain how stunned I was watching this. I gasped, covered my mouth, wide eyed- holy shit HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT
ALL THE AWARDS
= = > Let Your Eyes and Mind Wander
Your eyes move from the little intruder on your table around your hive, taking in the clutter that’s built up in your short time. To say you own a lot would be a bit of a misdemeanor. You hardly own anything, most of your medical supplies are anonymous donations from thankful Trolls who refuse to personally thank you. In other words: highbloods you saved that can’t just say “thanks” to your face. You don’t really care about that, for the most part the less you have to deal with the trolls you saved the better.
Your actually pretty well off supply wise for a change, you had a rather generous donation around a week ago. You lean back on your chair, the legs teetering “dangerously.” After a moment your eyes settle on a book you tossed into the corner as violently as possible. Somehow it’s not too badly damaged despite your best effort. Only a few pages look like there going to fall out and one cover has a good crease in it. But the thing that bothers you the most is the deep red symbol on it’s spine, just barely visible from it’s position.
the symbol is practically taunting you from there. It’s your symbol, but it’s not. No, to be more exact it’s her symbol. The symbol of a Troll you honestly could have lived without knowing existed. You hate her and wish you had never requested that book. You can’t even bring yourself to pick it up and put it someplace out of sight.
A soft churring sound snaps you out of a snarl. Even as your short lived burst of hate subsides your lip continues to twitch slightly as you return your attention back to the little grub on your table. You bite down on your lip, keeping it from twitching further. The grub isn’t actually awake yet, it’s just making noise.
Your doing your best not to let your gaze drift back to that corner, theres no need to continue irritating yourself. Especially considering you have a grub on your table and losing your temper now would probably end poorly for all involved.
The legs of your chair hit your floor with a good solid thunk as you lean forward, nearly slamming into the table. The familiar sound of loud footsteps fill your ears and set your nerves ablaze; you knew this was going to happen eventually:
GM is home.
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A quick thing I wrote for The Physicae, Calais's ancestor Troll.
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You find yourself sitting at your table staring at what every fiber of your being is currently regarding as an intruder in your hive. Every fiber except your, CLEARLY, rotted think-pan because for some reason you're trying to figure out where to let the little pest sleep.
She’s clearly tired by the way her huge eyes keep starting to close only to pop back open again. Her cries finally stopped once she was on the tabletop and you’re pretty sure she’s good for now.
The fact that she’s still here is what’s causing your skin to crawl and prickle. She’s emitting a little happy churring sound and Gl’bgolyb help you if it isn't the cutest freaking sound. You lean back, eyes never leaving her as you blow out a long slow breath.
“What do I even DO with you?” Suddenly you have no idea how GM does it. How did she ever decide to raise you? How could she just grab you and go ‘hey, I’m raising a grub now and I know EXACTLY what to do.’
….
Ok, that probably wasn't how she actually felt when she took you in, but still.
Your protein chute is starting to feel tight and you're fairly certain that the longer you stare at this grub the worse it’s getting, though you can’t seem to pry your eyes away. You lose track of time watching her, only snapping back into focus when she suddenly sneezes, looks at you drearily and suddenly she’s just out like a light. Your shoulders relax from the tense rigid position you hadn't realized you had been sitting in. A glance at your portable husktop tells you it’s getting late, GM will be back anytime now.
Maybe you’ll just let the little grub sleep on the table. She seems comfortable.
And if you’re lucky GM will think she’s a snack you left out for her. Your lip curls into a slight smirk, you snort just a little because while the thought is tempting you know you can’t do it.
You are the worst Troll. It is you.
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It would seem you are unfortunately in luck. Your Lusus isn't at your hive and you seem to be devoid of any new patients to attend to. That aside there's no telling when your Lusus will drag in some new Troll for you to tend to (and keep her from eating the stupid Troll). Or, worse yet, HE could show up. That would probably be the worst possible thing. Luckily for you that's not the case and you can focus on your incredibly stupid task at hand.
...
Equally unfortunate is that the task at hand is not culling this grub and ending your misery.
Done in tonight’s Livestream, started out as a random dragon but quickly turned into Pyralspite. Gave him a slightly teal hue with white accents mostly because I felt like it *shrug*
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Hm. I’m all dressed up and there are no trick or treat-er’s knocking at my door. How sad >:[
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Calais Russra for tyriancyclostomes! This hair was really fun to draw. O:
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You jump into the nearest broom closet the moment you hear the side of the cliff crumble. Three seconds pass. You know, because you count them under your breath while you crouch behind the solid steel door with your hands over your ears. One, Applejack, two, Applejack, three… there’s a splash, and then a hiss, and then an explosion punctured by a light so bright you’d swear it was nuclear. You wait until the sound of rain stops before you exit the closet. You might be a life player, but you’re pretty sure your powers don’t include healing acid burns. Base burns? Whatever. You never said you were a chemist.
You peek out the circular window. The coast is clear.
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((OOC: I love this so hard <3 Thank you so much! I hope you get lots of grist for this 8D ))
==> Return to Hive
You manage to pry the wriggler off of your leg and proceed to create a sling of sorts from your coat. The wriggler doesn’t seem to care for it much, but you need both hands free for the climb and you aren’t willing to see just how well this little grub can cling to you yet.
Though if it did fall to the rocks below and died you could at least comfort yourself in the knowledge that it was simply too stupid to survive.
Survival of the least pan-rotted and all that. Alas, you can’t bring yourself to even tempt fate on these matters. With annoying grub firmly secured and in tow, you start the climb back to your hive.
…..
You really hope GM won’t try to eat this thing.
Be a good moirail ==>
Your moirail is a feeling a bit under the weather, so despite her being a perfectly capable meditroll you have decided to go to Calais’ hive and hover somewhat awkwardly over her whilst she rests. You are truly the best moirail, it’s you.
[SL]: …. :>
I have the best Moirail. It is her <>
==> Be the Troll who should have stayed in her hive
==> You are now the Troll who really, really should have stayed in her respite block being bored out of her think pan.
For the first time in your depressingly short life you finally realize why your Lusus kept you away from the shore.
For the frist time you wish you had listended to her.
You had always thought it was because she was being overbearing, to protective of her ward. The cliff faces that needed to be scalled were probably to steep for any other Troll; but not for one raised by a lusus who was built for jumping and scalling cliffs. You had no issues getting down to the sandy beaches below, at least none having to do with the climb. So no, it wasn't because of the danger of the climb that she kept you from the shores. It wasn't even from the various sea-beasts that dwelled in the water that she kept you safe from.
This whole time she was protecting you from...well, you. She's always known you so much better then you've given her credit for. She's always towered over you, watching you with those blank eyes that you've always suspected concealed so much wisdom. Yet you've always chosen to ignore the fact that she's older then you; she has raised you and probably even had young of her own at somepoint and she knows things. Things you can only hope to learn on your own someday before your depressingly short life span claims you. And now you wish you hadn't ignored her this time. That you hadn't gone against her so blantatly and gone to the one place she always kept you from.
You inhale sharply, looking down at the sand and what it holds. You really wish it hadn't been so easy to get here, to slip by her all knowing gaze.
It wasn't unusual for GM (Goat-Mom) to leave for hours at a time, she needed to eat after all and hunting was the only way she got enough food. She didn't normally go far though, she usually found someway to keep an eye on you. You had attempted to go near the cliffs that lead to the shore several times before, but you where always dragged back by her (usually kicking and screaming, sometimes biting too but that was only when you where feeling especially petty about the whole thing). And as a result you hadn't even gotten withing 20 feet of the cliff edge. But now here you are, feet in the water, sand between your toes, no clue how to swim and to top it all off:
A fucking grub attached to your leg. And not just any color grub. Oh no. You couldn't stumble across the exit to the brooding caverns and trials, nope. Couldn't just find a grub or two being selected by a particularly mean water dwelling lusus because, fuck it all if this exit wasn't pretty much only for sea dwelling Trolls. So naturally the grub attached to your leg is a freaking sea-dweller, but it couldn't of just been a regular sea dweller who was put on Alternia to make your short existence miserable.
No. You get your leg assaulted by the only shade of purple blood that could not only get you culled, but also get you horribly tortured and put on display by the Empress herself for all to see.
You had to get latched onto by a tyrian blood.
And the worst part is? You can't just pry her off and let her go. Because you suffer from one of the worst diseases a Troll could have: compassion. Compassion for your fellow Trolls and bloody hell if you can't just leave this grub here to be culled by starving to death or a beast of some sort eating her. You know she won't have a chance on her own, not when there's already two tyrian bloods to take up Gl'bgolyb's attention. There's no room for another ward under her. Without you, this grub is already dead because you know no other Trolls besides half-dead FLARP'rs come to this area.
...
Your going to need to find a new rout back to your hive.
OOC: Calais has a new sign! Why? Because her old sign was honestly pretty lame :/
So, here's one I'm much happier with! Feel free to guess what this abstract design is supposed to represent, winner gets a free Fan Troll or Troll of there choice drawn!
Just send your guess to my ask box, no anon's please.