[anthpunk]

I have a long version of Archie's backstory halfway finished in my drafts, but here's the short version. Chasind blight refugee captured by slavers, forced to be a gladiator, freed by allies of the lucerni, adopted into the mercar family (who did some fraud to say he's one of them by birth so he could be a soporatus instead of a liberatus without any rights as a citizen), became a soldier like his adopted dad, got fucked up in The War, moved to minrathous, beat back the survivor's guilt by kicking slavers' asses with the shadow dragons, refound his calling of protecting people, and then had the whole Veilguard plot happen to him. He's a man* of many names and facets, but he's really easy to understand. Big scary guy with the softest heart and a love for art and people.

[anthpunk]

Archie is a guy who has a lot of secrets by necessity, so he has an intense desire to be genuinely and one hundred percent himself when he has the option. He’s got a heart full of love and shares it readily. He doesn’t hold back from crying or admitting he’s scared. He’s not super hung up on differences of status or race or gender. He’s been otheyu7hju6h sorry my cat has opinions on Archie too.

[anthpunk]

I have a long version of Archie's backstory halfway finished in my drafts, but here's the short version. Chasind blight refugee captured by slavers, forced to be a gladiator, freed by allies of the lucerni, adopted into the mercar family (who did some fraud to say he's one of them by birth so he could be a soporatus instead of a liberatus without any rights as a citizen), became a soldier like his adopted dad, got fucked up in The War, moved to minrathous, beat back the survivor's guilt by kicking slavers' asses with the shadow dragons, refound his calling of protecting people, and then had the whole Veilguard plot happen to him. He's a man* of many names and facets, but he's really easy to understand. Big scary guy with the softest heart and a love for art and people.

[anthpunk]

somehow this is my most recent archie drawing. w/ reference on the left, without on the right, and then some bonus doodles (feat. lucanis) on another layer.

[anthpunk]

I should, like, actually talk about my rook on here sometime.

[anthpunk]

o7 on it boss

[anthpunk]

I should, like, actually talk about my rook on here sometime.

[anthpunk]

The other day I told my dad he'd given me a lot to make art about, which was not intended to be as much of a one-hit KO as it ended up being.

[yesornopolls]

Do you have similar political beliefs to the person or people who raised you?

Do you have similar political beliefs to the person or people who raised you?

Yes

No

Remaining time: 16 hours 45 minutes

[cherrypikkins]

Time to clean the blorbo! Pick an action

gently run a lintroller over them

steam clean

handwash only

machine wash hot, longest cycle

use a power washer

sandblast them

let them stay filthy

other

Voting ended onJun 3

plz reblog for sampo size

[valdevia]

Help! My dog keeps hunting these little animals in my yard. I don't know if this is an endangered species. Anyone has tips on how to stop dogs from doing this?

[thewitheringgnome]

WHY DO YOU PEOPLE KEEP POSTING GORE?!?!? I'M GOING TO BE SICK!!! THANK GOODNESS MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE WORKS FULL TIME KILLING THE FOUL HOUNDS OF HER KIND OTHERWISE I WOULD HAVE BEEN TURNED TO POWDER BY NOW.

[valdevia]

help i got stuck in gnome tumblr again

[anthpunk]

finally watched the batman & wow i love you hopepunk wet mongoose robert pattinson

[horrortvfilmsource]

IRON LUNG 2025, dir. Mark Fischbach

[natnormalatall]

roald dahl was antisemitic and misogynistic. george orwell was openly homophobic. edgar allan poe married his 13 year old cousin. dr seuss cheated on his wife (and was racist as well as antisemitic!). hp lovecraft was racist as fuck. anyways they’re fucking dead it’s not like you’re enabling their behaviors in the afterlife or something. then again I think they bleed into the books so uh keep an eye out for that

the difference between these old white guys and jk rowling is that the former group is all dead. jk rowling is alive and using your money to oppress trans people

[vermivox]

“your friend is dead, and their corpse is inhabited by something only you can see for what it truly is" is already good horror. but "you begin to love the thing that wears their face"? the blasphemy of it. terror turning into desire. grief turning into longing. being enticed by what should repel you. it twists the knife deeper, because the horror is not based on deception anymore. the fear comes from recognizing the monster in its raw form and finding beauty there. you're not clinging to scraps of your friend, you're surrendering to something other, something wrong, and loving it. you're not holding onto a ghost of the past, it’s the monster itself that you choose

[dragon-in-a-fez]

one time I told my therapist "I tend to have issues with people who think of themselves as authority figures" and she burst out laughing and then said "I think we need to pause and reflect on how you phrased that"

[dragon-in-a-fez]

I mean, what, was I supposed to refer to them as if they actually are authority figures? those don't exist

[dragon-in-a-fez]

y'all are doing some weird discourse on this post. no that therapist doesn't need to be "investigated" lmao. she didn't say I was wrong, she reacted because the phrasing was specific as fuck and revealed a lot about my worldview which is totally reasonable to want to explore.

[wizardarchetypes]

No more sleeping with my phone within reach because I was having an extremely vivid dream that I was the victim of some sort of mass-poisoning. the notorious poisoner? "The Centipede Cult." They used a specific type of poison, referred to only by its chemical nomenclature, which I somehow remembered perfectly upon waking. It went: □□ Na({}^{2})

Because that makes sense. Anyway, this poison would submit me to its well-known and much-feared symptom: "17 Day Paralysis" in which you're paralyzed for exactly 17 days and you only chance of survival is to be on full machine support for 17 days.

Just before the medical team intubated me I remembered I have a Zoom meeting with my academic advisor today (I actually do in real life) and I needed to email him to let him know I was the victim of a mass-poisoning and would need to reschedule.

I kept trying to type the "□" symbol in my dream but could not figure out how and gave up.

I woke up in real life to find I'd begun drafting an email in my sleep to my professor in the Gmail app. I was apparently using talk-to-text (I often do because of my hand neuropathy) but speaking in Irish, which talk-to-text never understands, so other than the words in English "poison" and "centipede" the entire email was complete nonsense.

[wizardarchetypes]

I told my advisor about this and he said, "well, if you had been poisoned, I would have provided you whatever academic supports available to us."

[emptyygallery]

[feldfrog]

Binoculars are like VR of over there