#12th perigee ball 2015

[hunnybunchesoftroll]

Arrives ages late to the Ball and doesn’t even bring Starbucks

~~~But~don’t~I~look~faaaaaaaabulous?~~~

[csereszaphod]

Happy 12th Perigree you fucking nerds.  Reblog with your wish in the tags

[bentoh-trolls]

It’s a bit late, butSertse is ready for the ball.

[tardiloquentconey]

Shafan hurried anxiously towards the entrance of the 12′th Perigree Ball, straightening their scarf and hoping they weren’t too late. There were still a few people hanging around the doors waiting for dates and Shafan hoped their date was among the stragglers. They scanned the crowd anxiously for a blue and yellow striped scarf that would match their own, hoping they wouldn’t end up at the party on their own…

[thecyrillictrolls]

late ball outfit for Lahiri. Lace is a trend tbh

[nicolies-fantrollies]

12th Perigee Ball drabble: #partied too hard

Bodrum desperately peeked through the crowd of faces in the large ball room. Thankfully, he’d managed to lose Alekah in the crowd fifteen minutes ago, and, knowing her, she’d gotten too distracted in some other conversation to come looking for him. Sure, Bodrum loved and respected Alekah to death, but good grief if she introduced him to one more troll he was sure he’d pass out from exhaustion.

Now all there was left to do was find a seat in a quiet corner of the ballroom where he could eat all the delicious deserts he’d piled on his plate. If he was lucky, he’d have another twenty minutes to recuperate before the rest of the members of his group decided to rendezvous in the VIP area.

Bo shuffled his way through the crowd and, in between the bodies, caught a glimpse of the quiet seating area he’d been looking for. He made a beeline towards the plush chairs, but someone familiar caught his eye. It was Fidias, curled up in one of the chairs with his head in his hands. He was rocking gently, back and forth, and looked miserable. Bodrum glanced between his blueblooded friend and sweet, sweet solitude in the dark corner a couple of feet away. He was probably going to regret this…

“Hello, Fidias,” Bodrum said, lowing himself gently into the chair beside Fidias’. He offered the plate of deserts to his friend. “Are you all right?” Bodrum asked.

Fidias pushed the plate of food away and shook his head. He massaged his temples. “I-I just want to go hive,” he groaned.

Bodrum frowned and set the desert plate on the table between them. “I gather the company is too much for you, as well?”

Fidias squeezed his eyes shut. “What?”

“Too many people?” Bo asked again.

Fidias nodded and pushed his hair away from his face. “It’s hot in here and everyone keeps stepping on my feet and I got stuck in the middle of the dancing a while ago and then some girl grabbed my ass –” he spat. “A-and there’s this little tealblood girl who keeps shrieking every five minutes? It’s this shrill, high squealy voice that nobody’s noticed except for me and because nobody is doing anything about her I have to keep popping in my migraine medicine,” he ranted.

Bodrum nodded. “If it’s any consolation, I hear her, too.” He watched Fidias’ tense body slump with fatigue. Fidias pulled his legs closer to his chest. Bodrum softly patted his friend’s knee. “You should place your feet back on the floor, though. We are guests and highbloods and, as tired as we are, it’s our job to look presentable and be role models for the unruly lower castes.”

Fidias pulled his knee away from Bo and rested his head on the arm of the chair. Bodrum sighed and picked up the plate of deserts, knowing it wasn’t worth fighting with him. Bo stuck his fork into a sample of rich chocolate cake first. As expected, it was one of the best things he’d tasted in a while. In between bites, Bo said, “Where is Miss Theron, may I ask?”

Fidias’ eyes stared into the busy crowd, looking sad and empty. “I’m not sure, and I’m terrible,” he said. “One minute she was right behind me, and the next she was gone. I guess we got separated. I… I can’t believe I let her get lost.”

“Have you looked for her?” Bo asked.

“Everywhere,” Fidias sighed. “Well, everywhere except for the girls’ bathblock, obviously, but I did stand right in front of the door for a while just in case she was in there.”

Next, Bodrum tried the cherry pie. It was just as delicious, of course. “Perhaps she’s gone outside to the gardens,” he said. “I overheard Amytis suggest they go together. Actually, I was considering going myself.” Bodrum glanced to his small friend. “Fresh air might do you good, Fidias.”

Bodrum got no response. He finished the sample of pie and held the half-eaten plate of deserts to Fidias one last time. “Are you sure you don’t want anything?”

Fidias forced himself to look up. Slowly, he reached for a square of fudge, then pulled himself to his feet. “Let’s find Paatni,” he mumbled.

Fidias breathed in the cool night air. “Oooh, it’s quieter already.”

“Yes, I knew this would be good for you,” Bodrum said. He gazed up the walls of topiaries leading to the garden’s entrance and stared at the modern sky. The light pollution from the ball washed out what few stars remained untouched. “Have you tried contacting her with your… calling machine?”

Fidias pulled his phone out of his pocket. “You mean my cell?”

“Yes, that! Brilliant, let’s give it a whirl.”

Fidias pulled a phone with a jade green case from his other pocket and wiggled it. “I have hers, too.”

“Oh, wonderful! If yours does not work, we can try calling on hers as well.”

“N-no, Bo,” Fidias said, “she has to have her cell to receive the call, remember?”

Bodrum’s face fell. “Well… that’s quite the shame. Why in heaven’s sake do you have Paatni’s cell as well as your own?”

“I wish I didn’t, or I would have called her forever ago,” Fidias sighed. “She told me to hold it tonight since her dress didn’t have pockets. I guess she figured we’d be together all evening, but look what happened…” Fidias slid both phones into his pants pockets. “D-dammit!” he swore. “I knew something would happen, I knew I should have given her something blue to wear…”

Bodrum shivered, the evening chill settling into his bones. “She wouldn’t have worn it, even if you’d asked.”

“W-what if she’s in trouble? There’s so many people here… what if someone harasses her? What if someone threatens her?”

“There are guards everywhere, Fidias.”

Fidias crossed his arms and rubbed his shoulders. “It’s easy to slip something by them when they’re looking after a thousand trolls.”

“Unfortunately, Miss Theron is capable of handling herself in all sorts of situations,” Bodrum encouraged. “We’ll find her.”

Fidias pulled his arms tighter over his belly. “I know,” he said, “I just…” He closed his eyes and sighed, his breath forming a tiny cloud that dissipated into the chilly atmosphere. His voice dropped to a whisper. “I hate being here without her.”

“It’s everything we discussed earlier, isn’t it? The crowds and the business. I agree, it is exhausting,” Bo said.

“You don’t look tired at all –” Fidias retorted.

“Oh, I am. Through all my galas and gatherings, however, I’ve learned to mask it.”

Fidias blinked and everted his gaze to the stone path. “I don’t get it. You always say you like this kind of stuff.”

Bodrum nodded. “I do. In large doses it is difficult to handle.”

“This is a large dose, then?”

“Very much so.” Bo chuckled, “Especially when you’re spending the evening with Miss Pharus.”

Finally, a teeny smile fell on Fidias’ face. “You and Paatni and Heykel are the only ones who understand me.”

Bodrum wanted to argue. Most of the time, he didn’t understand Fidias at all: how he was able to tolerate the thought of others seeing him in those shabby clothes, how he would ramble on and on about certain topics and around certain people, then clam shut as soon as he came to a gathering of this size and multitude, or how he would only sit in a chair a certain way. Despite this, Bodrum’s chest swelled with warmth from his friend’s words. He couldn’t argue, not when Fidias cared so deeply about him. Bo turned his gaze to the garden in front of them and smiled. “I’m glad that it’s so.”

[pazazz-trolls]

From open RP ==> HERE

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Art & fantrolls (c) pazazz-trolls

Homestuck Trolls (c) Andrew Hussie

[thetrollsbehindher]

Nyiska from the ball in her dress. She had a fairly decent time. [EDIT]: Forgot to source. Talksprite by @thetrollzoo !

[12thperigeeball]

Still looking to rp yule ball-shenanigans?

There are plenty of open starters that has gone unanswered in the tag! 

Look at them here, give it a chance, this is the perfect opportunity to find new rp-partners!

[taimatrolls]

tfw u meet ur friend at the ball all dolled up

Lakaki and Ronald ain’t used to this fancy-ass shit

[secretismymiddlename-blog]

Maggie ==> Arrive late

@teachingcancerously She dusted herself off and rushed up to the door to her hive, having fiddled with the transportalizer for so long she was sure her hair was messed up. Maggie stopped for just a moment, catching her breath and tucking a few fly away strands of hair back into place before knocking on the door to her dates hive. Her dress was long and white with a bustle on the hip, gold stars sprinkling down from that point. It appeared strapless but actually covered the back and came up to wrap around her neck. She glanced down to make sure she was all put together while she waited.

[plaguetrolls]

Sorrja’s ball outfit! Lots of glitter

[fishytrolls]

hanjae liodus, famous model and fashion blogger, crying proudly inside bc his bestie win the crown at her first ever 12th perigee ball

SO PROUD OF HER

[thejadedynasty]

Your name is is Ilikay Nazca and you’re not so sure about all of this...so you’re just going to situate yourself in the corner and quietly sip your drink until it’s all over...

[pazazz-trolls]

What The F (OPEN RP)

> Before this...

With that loud rude call, now eyes from most of the crowd fall on the greenblood girl in the adorable decorative dress. Chamme stood strong with crossed arms. It is very obvious that the ‘bad rebellious girl’ face she is pulling is too forced as if she didn’t really mean it. However, that’s still a good act of a face. As for Raffe, he slowly moves away from Chamme as he decides to no longer give a fuck about this disastrous situation.

> So. What should you do? 

> Teach the terrible young lady a lesson?

OR

> Join her rebel cause to dethrone the king. 

[googlylamptrolls]

I forgot to post this a couple of days ago but this is Ahna in multiple ball outfits! 

I felt sad that Ahna wouldn’t really be able to go to the ball and that she didn’t even have any dresses--so I drew her in some.