"He Wished To Have The Dough, Yes?" Stelle Responded

Evening jacket, 1937, by Elsa Schiaparelli

A fine and important Elsa Schiaparelli couture Zodiac jacket, the Astrology Collection, Winter, 1938-39, Paris. This is arguably one of the most beautiful of all Schiaparelli's creations with its glittering embroidery, shimmering star-shaped beads and rhinestones set against a midnight blue velvet background. Marlene Dietrich was photographed in her Beverly Hills residence in 1938 wearing the zodiac ensemble with matching dress. Schiap was fascinated by the night sky that she used to view as a child through her uncle's telescope - the renowned astronomer Giovanni Schiaparelli, director of the Brera Observatory in Milan. He inspired in her a lifelong fascination with the celestial realm. He commented that the moles on her cheeks reminded him of the Big Dipper which she adopted as her 'lucky star', incorporating it into printed fabrics, the fabric lining her salon, her own personal jewellery as well as on this magnificent jacket. Schiaparelli's press agent Hortense MacDonald stated that the Astrology collection was defined by Euclid's famous geometric treatise - 'Elements'.

The Pierrot Troll stood. "Hello. I haven't seen you before. I take you are looking for answers?"

Her voice was soft. The moon's gentle light caught the glint of the crystal-like protrusions on her horns.

Prophetic Naps

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This was no typical dream. The air was cool with the scent of rain. Marble halls stretched forth, many paths to be taken and explored.

On the floor was a mosaic of a grand tree, stretching its branches.

There was the sound of soft dancer's footsteps, and a Troll dressed as a Pierrot stood.

living under heaven / Nao ARAI

All of the official promotional pieces/cover art I’ve done for the game(s), no logo version this time on Act 2′s. Everyone asks why is xefros so nervous? Who is he looking at? Well… hmm. I do wonder! 

A deep rumble came from the shadows. A tall Troll with antlers appeared, flanked by golden antlered deer. This Troll held a lantern, which glowed amber and lit the trail.

"Palmia!" Rennoh called. "She knows Stelle!"

"...Are you sure she isn't a poacher?"

"Uh?" Rennoh glanced to Soldan. "I don't think so."

The two deer approached, flames curling from their lips as they sniffed at Soldan. The two deer then glanced to Palmia, rumbling and whistling.

"Ah, I see. So not a poacher. You may come with us."

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Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

the current thing trad losers are losing their minds over is one singular dude on reddit that refurbished and hand painted a grandfather clock and they keep saying the guy “ruined its value” or “threw thousands out the window by vandalizing a precious heirloom” and let me just say as someone densely familiar with the world of antiques, there’s a 99% chance that this clock was a mass produced reproduction and there’s a 100% chance that clock is not as valuable as ppl think it is. when people hear the word ‘grandfather clock’ they’re always gonna assume you’re talking about something that was handmade in a woodshop by a jolly old man when rlly repros take up a waaay bigger slice of the market far more than any handcrafted items. and besides people will repaint or redecorate these ‘oh so sacred handcrafted items’ every day there’s a huge market for them. it’s the same reason why people like long furbies or dolls that have been customized to have like gore mouths or something. this is literally like watching a bunch of pretentious farts make a mountain out of a molehill. also the clock is kinda cool if I’m being honest

"They are beautiful!" Rennoh planted, careful and avoiding direct contact with the plants. Still, his affinity with his Classpect might have affected the plants around.

"I hope they do well for you. How long have you gardened?"

Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.

"So by pedigree, not by Hemospectrum..." Stelle explained further, "All Trolls, across the multiverse, have different colored blood."

She went and pulled out a small fold out diagram. (links to a Hemospectrum explanation).

"The colors not only determine rank, but inherent abilities... However, I am not on there. My kind have been extinct for thousands of Sweeps before Her Imperious Condescension's rule. She has lived beyond any known Troll of her world, an Empress. She has been putting pressure on Harmonus to open trade and... I don't know if this will be dangerous..."

Taking a deep breath, Stelle asked, "I hope you may have insight, Your Excellency?"

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?