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Anonymous asked: so, um i like your h^t... is it your o^ly o^e?
LL: yeah MAN my ONE and ONLY heh I couldnt EVER be UNFAITHFUL to MY hat!!!!!!! CBD
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trollzei asked: so are you st||| mad? A6out the |ce cream th|ng?
LL: whats IT to YOU lowblood??? so WHAT if I am?????????
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You snort in amusement, going cross-eyed to follow his hand. You glance over at the horn, brow creasing as you visualize it as a nose piercing. You grin. “Lead the way.”
You start to bounce on the balls of your feet. You are actually really excited for this. You’re going to have a piercing, a sign that you are a true warrior. If you weren’t a savage before, you’re sure as hell going to be one now. And you can’t honestly think of that in a negative light.
And of course, who better to bring you into that light other than your matesprit?
Getting back into the respiteblock was no big thing and, almost as if there was some sort of time lapse that only occurred for the sake of making things read more easily, you and Elliot made your way back into the main entrance of the hive without much description. Prying open the heavy door of your block, you enter before your matesprit. Things do not look much better than they did the last time that you were in the respiteblock, but you don’t mind Elliot seeing your mess. “Go ahead and get comfortable, Ell, and make sure you try to relax. That’s going to make it go a lot smoother.” Your eyes were already searching the piles of stuff you had laying around. Surely you had some kind of file or something around here…?
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Instantly, your jaw drops. Holy hell. And you thought your collection was great. All you see is clumps of orange and red as your stand in the middle of it.
You don’t even notice what he’s doing at this point, you’re mostly staring closely at the mounted horns on the wall, trying to figure out where they came from. By the curve and size of it, it looks like a blue blood. Purple blood? “Dae, th!s are fuck!n fantast!c,” you murmur, a touch of awe still in your voice.
You cock an eyebrow hearing her low voice, scanning your eyes over to her with a smile. Leaning over slightly, you press your lips to her cheek, your prickly chin brushing against her face. “It’s nice to see you so impressed,” you admit, remembering all of the times you had found yourself in awe of her intimidation tactics on her island. Holding up the horn that you’ve selected, you glance between it and her nose. “Let’s head up to my respiteblock. I’m going to have to thin this fin out but I think it’s going to end up being perfect for you.” You punctuate your claim by pinching the tip of her nose lightly.
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You are proud to say that you did not lose your balance. You hold your chin up with a satisfied air at that, taking Niidae’s hand and walking inside.
The salt-tanged air immediately makes your nose crinkle. You get the strong urge to sneeze, but you sniff it back. You let your eyes take a second to adjust before walking. Straight ahead. Alright. You instantly grab his hand, snaking your fingers around his. Now you feel better.
Squeezing her hand tightly, you walk beside her through the narrow corridor before you reach one of the few doors that line the hallway. You make no mention of what the other doors might hide. It is the last one that you are interested in.
Stealing your hand back from your matesprit, you carefully open up the door and reveal a wide, well organized horn closet. It was a bit of a surreal experience seeing so many horns attached to so few heads (specifically, none were attached to any heads). They were all mounted on the walls of the closet in a seemingly specific order. The largest ones hung like trophies from the highest places while smaller ones covered shelves that were mounted lower on the walls. Instantly your eyes begin searching for a small horn that has a sharp curve to it. You say nothing about how you’ve obtained all of these horns. You simply mumble to Elliot, “Let’s see what I have here…” before lifting up a thin horn with a single spiral from a shelf. It would take some whittling down to make it into a proper piercing tool, but it should work nicely.
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How !n the fuck !s that any d!fferent?! When someone has a battle, ! let them have that battle. ! would never take that sh!t away from them.
And !f you honestly th!nk that !’ll let sh!t get nasty, you have the wrong image of me.
thats………………….. thats NOT what I MEANT elliot YOURE not EVEN listening TO me!!!!!!!!!! im NOT going TO take YOUR battles BUT ill BE damned IF im GOING to JUST watch SOME one ELSE mess WITH my MATESPRIT!!!!!!!!!!
….alr!ght. Alr!ght, ! understand that.
but damn !t, Dae, ! can take care of myself. !’ve been surv!v!ng s!nce ! was a wr!ggler, and !’ll be damned !f ! let some stupid fucker l!ke that mess me over.
and ILL be DAMNED if SOME stupid GLUBBER like THAT messes YOU over………………. just KNOW that IM keeping MY eye OUT for YOU………………………………… <3
Don’t th!nk !’m not watch!n for any stup!d fuckers that mess w!th you e!ther. <3
tch DONT have TO worry ABOUT that ANY time SOON nothing SERIOUS any WAY seems LIKE no ONE is QUITE that STUPID heh HEH heh CB)
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How !n the fuck !s that any d!fferent?! When someone has a battle, ! let them have that battle. ! would never take that sh!t away from them.
And !f you honestly th!nk that !’ll let sh!t get nasty, you have the wrong image of me.
thats………………….. thats NOT what I MEANT elliot YOURE not EVEN listening TO me!!!!!!!!!! im NOT going TO take YOUR battles BUT ill BE damned IF im GOING to JUST watch SOME one ELSE mess WITH my MATESPRIT!!!!!!!!!!
….alr!ght. Alr!ght, ! understand that.
but damn !t, Dae, ! can take care of myself. !’ve been surv!v!ng s!nce ! was a wr!ggler, and !’ll be damned !f ! let some stupid fucker l!ke that mess me over.
and ILL be DAMNED if SOME stupid GLUBBER like THAT messes YOU over………………. just KNOW that IM keeping MY eye OUT for YOU………………………………… <3
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How !n the fuck !s that any d!fferent?! When someone has a battle, ! let them have that battle. ! would never take that sh!t away from them.
And !f you honestly th!nk that !’ll let sh!t get nasty, you have the wrong image of me.
thats………………….. thats NOT what I MEANT elliot YOURE not EVEN listening TO me!!!!!!!!!! im NOT going TO take YOUR battles BUT ill BE damned IF im GOING to JUST watch SOME one ELSE mess WITH my MATESPRIT!!!!!!!!!!
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time to kick some ass and c|T|ew bUbblegUm
clumsytrolls:
only ONE way TO find OUT vomit VEINS……….. C>B)
Backing away from the highblood, Renfre uncaptchalogues his shield-kind specibus; a largely simple, undecorated shield. The golden bronze glinted a tad as the limeblooded male adjusted the straps and gripped the handle tightly.
“ready to get yoUr ass |T|anded to yoU on yoUr specibUs |T|ig|T|blood?”
And with that he waited for his opponent to properly prepare himself.
Cracking his knuckles thoroughly, a smooth motion releases Niidae’s most trusted weapon: his Bladed Belt Buckler, a thick and sturdy round silver shield protected by a thick strip of leather with a long curved blade halving the weapon. Mounted on his arm, Niidae was quick to fall into his offensive stance. The highblood grinned over his shield, remarking, “Your hide will make a glorious gift for my matesprit,” before breaking into a full charge, planning to make quick work of his opponent. It only took moments for his blade to aim itself at Renfre’s neck, his weapon cutting a smooth arc through the air as he made his first attempt at killing the lime blood.
Renfre’s eyes widened as he jumped back and deflected the blow with his own shield, sparks lighting up the area around the two trolls. With a strong heave he pushed his perpetrator a few feet back and exhaled in relief. That was too close, DAMN this guy was fast! The limeblood rapped his knuckles three times on a certain spot of his shield, laughing happily as a large blade sprung out from underneath the handle. ((Imagine a sort of long wolverine claw coming out from the shield.)) With the first sweat of battle his quirk changed to a more professional tone. “|T|ere’s to |T|oping I can paint my s|T|ield wit|T| pretty pUrples tonig|T|t!”
Skidding back, the smile disappeared from Niidae’s face as Renfre released his own blade. Rearing his head back, the seadweller turned it to the side and spat indignantly on the ground. It was clear that it was going to take a lot more to impress him. “You can hope all you want, ya little bastard,” Niidae mumbled, half rolling his eyes. His second attack was just as quick as his first but he was careful to keep an eye on that blade. One strike with that could gut him for shore. His goal now was to shatter it and gain the upper hand. His charge clashed metal to metal and he held his own, pressing hard against Renfre’s weapon with his own.
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i DONT think I like THE way THIS sounds ELL CB(
what, why? what’s up?
it MIGHT not BE you WHO will BE ripping THE fuck OUT of SOME one…………….. hmph.
Dae, don’t you fuck!n dare, th!s !s my f!ght.
i DONT see WHAT the DIFFERENCE is BETWEEN your FIGHT and MY fight ELL C>B(
Now how would you feel !f you found someone to desp!se, then ! swoop !n and take that away from you? That a!n’t fuck!n fa!r, and you know !t.
…………………. thats GLUBBING different!!!!!!!! cod IF you THINK im GOING to JUST stand BACK and DO nothing IF things GET nasty……………….
