punk-rock-trolls
I have no idea what I'm doing
Hi I'm Rowan, She/Her please I'm 21 for those who need to know. This blog is kind of getting overhauled maybe. It's been a while since of done any rp related stuff so bear with me. Theme by ITSACRIMETHEME. Sidebar image by teamstarlightcollectors. Icon by Nootaloots.
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due to personal reasons this user is a worm on a string
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“Oh damn. That was cold.”
Taking a mental note not to get on this trolls bad side, Mazala took a small step back.
“You uh...you sure you don’t wanna go ahead of me? I really don’t need this that bad.”
Mazala had a sizable build to say the least but there was really no way she wanted to piss off a highblood of any kind. Especially one who seemed to be in a bit of a mood.
a second’s peace [open rp]
Good lord, Selata thinks, she really just can’t step a foot out in the open without someone trying to get her attention or snap a photo, can she? She’s barely gotten two blocks out of her hive and to the coffee shop she was headed to before someone tried to stop her in the street. She never really had the patience for this bullshit, but now especially so.
“Sorry, sir, I’m on a tight schedule!”
“Here, maybe we can talk later, call my manager to see when I’m free.”
“Not right now please-”
“Excuse me! Did I not just-!”
It felt like navigating a labyrinth or running a marathon just to go get some coffee. Now, Sel didn’t mind the occasional fan asking for a selfie or an autograph- that made this bearable, even- but the constant press attention was just too much.
When she finally made it to the coffee shop, she shut the door behind her with a soft sigh. She had a few minutes before she’d be hounded again, but usually it was long enough to at least order a drink. In her exasperation, she accidentally bumped into the person in line in front of her, not watching where exactly she was headed.
“Oh! I’m so sorry! You’re okay, right?”
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“Nah really, it’s cool.”
With a ring of the bell the trolls attention snapped towards the cameraman. For a moment or two she glanced back and forth between the two as if surprised before opening her mouth.
“You’re like famous or something?”
The sudden realization of what she said had hit her like a sack of bricks, talking to a seadweller like that? Seriously? It had been nearly two sweeps since Mazala had even left her hive in an attempt to avoid empire and rebellion alike. The last thing she needed was a pissed off seadweller on her ass.
“I-i mean of course you’re famous, you’re a fuchsia, I bet you’re super crazy famous.”
“Smooth.”
She thought to herself.
“Real smooth.”
a second’s peace [open rp]
Good lord, Selata thinks, she really just can’t step a foot out in the open without someone trying to get her attention or snap a photo, can she? She’s barely gotten two blocks out of her hive and to the coffee shop she was headed to before someone tried to stop her in the street. She never really had the patience for this bullshit, but now especially so.
“Sorry, sir, I’m on a tight schedule!”
“Here, maybe we can talk later, call my manager to see when I’m free.”
“Not right now please-”
“Excuse me! Did I not just-!”
It felt like navigating a labyrinth or running a marathon just to go get some coffee. Now, Sel didn’t mind the occasional fan asking for a selfie or an autograph- that made this bearable, even- but the constant press attention was just too much.
When she finally made it to the coffee shop, she shut the door behind her with a soft sigh. She had a few minutes before she’d be hounded again, but usually it was long enough to at least order a drink. In her exasperation, she accidentally bumped into the person in line in front of her, not watching where exactly she was headed.
“Oh! I’m so sorry! You’re okay, right?”
#I honestly don't have a ton of sprites for my gal#so ima just go spriteless for the time being#also hello!#mazala rp
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i’ve been trying to hold back but. i gotta see what bill and ted fanfic is like. i gotta do it
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Medusa with the Head of Perseus, Luciano Garbati, 2008
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NO mom it’s NOT a phase *spurs clank as i stomp up the stairs*
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gunna slap down my beefy blue blood if that’s chill
judgement time!
to celebrate ori’s new sketch sprites, reblog with one (1) troll (you can do multiple reblogs) and let the (secretly gilled mutant) maroon judge them.
judgebacks aren’t required, but feel free to do so!
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“GAh-Fuckin-shit crap!”
Suddenly and surprisingly thrown off balance by the other troll Mazala stumbled forwards nearly causing a chain reaction of tumbling patrons. She steadied herself and spun around on the heel of her heavy combat boots turning to glare at the one who had ran into her.
“What the fuck ma-”
Mazala sized up the girl on front of her, she honestly seemed to be having a bit of a rough day. She sighed and shifted her weight, placing a hand on her hip,
“S’all good bud. You wanna go first? Looks like you need this more than I do.”
Gesturing towards the line infront of her Mazala stepped away slightly.
a second’s peace [open rp]
Good lord, Selata thinks, she really just can’t step a foot out in the open without someone trying to get her attention or snap a photo, can she? She’s barely gotten two blocks out of her hive and to the coffee shop she was headed to before someone tried to stop her in the street. She never really had the patience for this bullshit, but now especially so.
“Sorry, sir, I’m on a tight schedule!”
“Here, maybe we can talk later, call my manager to see when I’m free.”
“Not right now please-”
“Excuse me! Did I not just-!”
It felt like navigating a labyrinth or running a marathon just to go get some coffee. Now, Sel didn’t mind the occasional fan asking for a selfie or an autograph- that made this bearable, even- but the constant press attention was just too much.
When she finally made it to the coffee shop, she shut the door behind her with a soft sigh. She had a few minutes before she’d be hounded again, but usually it was long enough to at least order a drink. In her exasperation, she accidentally bumped into the person in line in front of her, not watching where exactly she was headed.
“Oh! I’m so sorry! You’re okay, right?”
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