#schemingtrolls

The clock strikes late and the sun was rising. You have to get hive, you must go to safety! Danger will approach.....right? What were the dreadfully....awful things that walked Alternia during the day? That’s right...by definition of what you are within, you are a day walker. As a troll it was difficult to comprehend but that was your life for nearly two sweeps. The question was what you could embrace and what stays lost on you....

It had been a perfect day, if somewhat cold. Zamiir had gone to the mall, he’d bought some new outfits, a pair of nice boots, some gifts for friends... He’d taken a coffee at the café too, and now he was heading out to his final destination, picking up some laundry from dry cleaning.

Truly perfect... Had it not been for how he now, as he walked out on the street, put his foot down on an extra slippery ice spot; one that sent him flailing and slipping with none of his usual elegance seemingly in reach.

A present for @schemingtrolls / @sideschemes !!!

Big body guard for the little (Not so little) fish.  These two (hopefully) will be pale ;u;

starter for @schemingtrolls

It had been a while since the initial idea to get a tattoo had popped into her head, though she hadn’t dared to act on it until she knew what she wanted. Checked around a few places and online for ideas, yeah, but actually gone with the intent to get one, no. Now that Ralees actually did have a better idea of what she wanted, she’d heard of another blueblood woman who apparently had a pretty damn good reputation as a tattoo artist so she’d looked into finding them somehow.

Okay so! Schemingtrolls ended up locked out of her account and had to make a new one, seeing as tumblr won’t help her. 

@schemetrolls  <- This is her new blog! Anyone who was following her can re-follow her there. 

(Things are still being added but a lot if already updated there.)

Send me a url and I’ll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them.

Your eyes narrow just a little, giving your expression an even more exaggerated look of amusement. He had absolutely no idea who he was talking to and if his rather odd train of thought said anything, this night would prove to be far more interesting than you previously presumed. “Well now. If I may say so. I happen to know quite a capable person to do the job. If you’d like I could show you to her office.” You change your tone and posture to more of a softer, more welcoming one, waiting to see if he’d catch on to your game at all of if he’d be as easy to string along as you thought.

You can’t help but notice that she looks more and more amused, either with herself or with you. You’re not sure how this makes you feel. Your gut says this is a trap. You think pan says it’s a trap and you’re pretty sure that gnawing sensation in your stomach is swarmmom letting you know it could be a trap... Though she might just be a little hungry.

She speaks again and her posture changes. It’s not enough to make you drop your guard or even trust her yet but she’s at least not sizing you up. Does that mean she already had? Or are you just being nervous? Both. You are pretty sure it’s probably both. You decide that saying something, anything would be wise about now. She does appear to be waiting for it at least.

“Though I don’t doubt you do...”, you pause a little folding your arms over your chest. You’ll pretend it’s for effect rather than waiting for your mind to catch up. “You’re information appears to be on point at least.”, you continue. “But I am looking for someone in particular.”, you finish without trying to remember her name or admitting you couldn’t remember it.