Greetings from the depths of a thicket of deadlines, fellow rogues!
As you may have seen in my recent Beauty Spotlight Team post, I’ve been questing my way through some particularly sticky and unpleasant deadline territory at the moment! As a result, I haven’t had as much time as I’d like (or the light, for that matter) to get swatchy and look-y posts together for you as quickly as I want to! They’re in the works, but a rogue never leaves her fellow adventurers in the lurch! While I finish beating my way through this thicket, I hope you’ll accept some pretty food, beauty and ballet related pictures! 😉
I know it’s been a pressing concern for many of you: just what *does* a rogue’s every day life look like? What does she eat? How does she do her nails? for the love of the Gods, what is the pattern on her ballet gear!?!1?! 😀 Fear not that ye shall never know, for now is your chance to find out!
Right! I hope you enjoyed the pictures, but since this was a bit of a cop-out post on my part, let’s spice it up with some questions! Feel free to answer as many or as few as you like in the comments! I love hearing your responses ^_^.
- What’s in the pies?
- How many pies can a paladin consume in one sitting if left unattended?
- How awesome is purple nail polish?
- Any recipes you’d like?
- #teamcrumble or #teampie? (I think it’s #teamcrisp in the US?)
- What would you wear to an adventurers’ ballet class? (anything goes!).
Until next time, fellow adventurers, don’t forget to check for traps!
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