an updated tattoo reference for my beloved gnome…
ever since listening to the newest live episode and finding out that he really leaned into the pirate aesthetic, i couldn’t HELP but give him more tattoos!!

Janaina Medeiros
Sade Olutola
we're not kids anymore.
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sheepfilms
dirt enthusiast
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Andulka
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Product Placement
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Peter Solarz

PR's Tumblrdome
trying on a metaphor
Three Goblin Art
KIROKAZE

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@herushesin
an updated tattoo reference for my beloved gnome…
ever since listening to the newest live episode and finding out that he really leaned into the pirate aesthetic, i couldn’t HELP but give him more tattoos!!
honestly? Im sincere and so full of love and no one can ever take that away from me
so I haven’t been active all summer, but I fully intend to pick back up in activity after school starts again, after august 27th!! so if I’ve followed you recently have no fear, I’m not going to be this inactive for very much longer
everyone knows and loves merle Plant Guy highchurch but what about merle Beach Dude highchurch???
hey its been a fucking minute since i posted huh have a sad comic that i drew while marathoning story and song for the quintillionth time
hey its been a fucking minute since i posted huh have a sad comic that i drew while marathoning story and song for the quintillionth time
you know the post where the persons boss goes “oh this is going to be so fucking efficient” and then sprays febreze into the ceiling fan and has a coughing fit when it blows back in her face? Thats Lucretia.
@cronelau
Keep it on the DL
dingusandgoofus:
Taako didn’t understand what was going on. Something was wrong with his body, and suddenly, Lup was here, wearing her hair wrong and getting herself stabbed. Taako had a sword for some reason, and he knew magic wasn’t going to work here – clearly, this disorientation had been caused by his blink spell in the first place.
The only thing Taako was fully and consciously aware of was that his sister was in mortal peril, and they were still early in the cycle. There was nothing worse than Lup dying early in a cycle, except Lup dying early in a cycle right in front of him while he stood there like a fucking idiot. Magic wouldn’t work, and he had a sword. He might have never used a sword before in his life, but it couldn’t be that hard, right?
He charged.
Somehow, it worked. One of the thugs and the girl escaped in the fray, but the rest of them lay on the ground, dead or unconscious. He dropped the sword, panting in exhaustion, and then grabbed for his bag. He had to have a potion in here somewhere; if he hurried, he could save Lup…
His pack was in the wrong place, and his hands were wrong, and his legs were wrong as he stumbled over to her. But there was something wrong about her too, besides the fact that she was bleeding out from a stomach wound. She had her hair cut differently, and she was dressed wrong. She was wearing his clothes, styling her hair like his.
As he uncorked the potion, he began to understand. His hands were the wrong color. His skin was wrong. This wasn’t Lup on the ground, slowly bleeding to death. It was him, and he was…in the wrong place. In the wrong skin. And in that case, he was already dead and this was some shitty afterlife, or…he was just in someone else’s body.
He decided to worry about it after he poured this potion down his own (?) throat. Save his body first, worry about what the fuck was going on later.
When Magnus' vision comes back into focus as the healing potion does its job, he finds himself staring up at a sight that his addled brain can't comprehend. He's looking up into his own face. He tries to sort through why that would be, what kind of reflection he's looking up into, but as he reaches a hand up to rub at his face he sees a wrist too slim, fingers too dainty, skin too dark.
"Wh-- what the fuck--" he chokes out, trying to sit up. The pain in his belly is sharp, but the wound is closed up. Nothing but residual phantom pain now, soreness that'll take some time to go away. Wobbling upright, he looks up at his body, and then down at himself. It didn't take a rocket science degree to figure out that he's inside Taako's body, he recognizes his clothes even if they're covered in blood now. But for that to be true, then that must mean...
He looks up at his body, squinting in confusion. "Taako?"
Lup rushes in
phoenixhearted:
There’s plenty of questions to be asked, but they’re shoved to the back of Lup’s mind for now — there would be time for that later, once this situation is under control. What matters right now is that her good friend and teammate is here to tackle the problem with her, which is arguably way better than going it alone.
They work in perfect tandem, because of course they do; they navigate the burning debris, watching each others’ backs. The heat of the flames is intense, but fire is never something that’s bothered Lup, obviously.
She curses when she takes notice of the stairwell — it didn’t seem like they’d be going up that way. She’s certainly not going to give up there, though; they’re going to find a way. “There’s gotta be another way up! C’mon!”
"Fire escape!" he shouts over the roar of the fire, pointing at the metal walkway right outside the window. He helps her through first and sends her scrambling up, charging through thick columns of black smoke with their hands over their noses, and by the time they're breaking in the window on the second story, he has his tee shirt pulled up over his mouth and nose.
"Start kicking in doors!" he tells her, and breaks in the first one, which debris had knocked the door knob from, and ushers the small family out towards the fire escape. Coughing people begin to pour out onto the streets with their intervention, rushing into the arms of horrified onlookers, who watch as the people in the windows disappear one by one as the heroes who ran in rescue them.
They climb the stairs, luckily only the first floor stairs had been collapsed, and as the send the last of the survivors down the fire escape, the stairs creak, and to their horror, begin to detach from the side of the building with the last of the survivors still on them. They wind up unharmed, the stairs just crumple against the building beside it, and the screaming terrified people are able to climb off to the ground, but Lup and Magnus are stranded up on the top floor. Magnus turns to go back the way they came, but the ceiling cracks in and smashes through the floor, giving them only a couple feet of space between the gaping three-story hole and the open window behind them.
"What do we do!" Magnus shouts at Lup, staring at her with wide eyes.
fromtv:
Taako gently set the kid down into the nest. His voice was kept at a whisper as well. “Yeah, pretty much. S’bunch of superstitious bullshit, but it runs deep. Speaking from experience in anti-elf villages? It’d fucking suck to have that be your whole life.”
Delicately glamoured lips pursed. “Hate to say it, but this kid’s pretty much screwed out of a happy life if he’s sent to an orphanage. Because even if they treat him good there? Sometimes humans raise tieflings to be like.. circus freaks or indentured servants or exotic slaves.“
The way Taako was seeing it? Being raised by Legendary Hero Magnus Burnsides and getting a reputation as being a good person that way might be the little tunt’s best chance at a good life. Everyone would talk about the hero’s adopted child, after all. He decided to give Magnus some time to come to that conclusion on his own. If it was too long coming he might plant the idea, but becoming a parent had to be Magnus’ character choice.
"Jeez," Magnus whispers in horror as Taako speaks, and he looks down at the baby in his arms, trying to be coy about the warmth he feels spreading in his heart. "So I guess the only options are finding him a place myself, or... letting him stick around."
He looks back up at Taako. "I don't know what's stopping me, Taako. I mean. I know, but. I don't know if it should." he reaches out to brush a knuckle over the baby's feathersoft black hair. "It just feels so wrong to think about having a baby with anyone but Julia-- even if that someone is just me."
He sighs and sits back, hands in his lap. "Plus, I'm living completely alone right now while I rebuild the roost. He wouldn't have any friends, except for the dogs. I'm risking my own life by living there while the uh... the... uh... the guy-- that guy. The guy? While he's still out there." it still pains him, sometimes, the memory he gave up.
cronelau:
She laughs with a near full mouth of eggs. “We’re not going to call him Bacon.” But she’s glad that it seems the little one likes more than milk, he could probably eat small things and she’ll offer a tiny chunk of ripe melon from the plate, too.
“What about something strong neutral, like Avery. Avery Burnsides-Sauveterre,” Lucretia gives a few thoughtful chews over that name, looking at the whispy black hairs on the child’s head.
"Avery? No, that's lame," Magnus says as he picks at his breakfast, staring at the baby with affection in his eyes. "I'd want something strong. Something like... Vigilance, Honor, Temperence, Courage. Something valuable and powerful. Something he can grow into."
He smiles up at her. "If he's gonna be sticking around for a while, everyone's gonna know who's raising him, right? He's gotta have a name that measures up to the Burnsides legacy. Besides, nobody can accuse a tiefling of being bad luck if his name is Virtue."
Lost Bird
yknow-fromtv:
Stay focused.
He has to stay focused, he has one primary job here- keep this illusion chugging until its lost its use. For now it was fine, keep things confusing- it would be hard for the real army to see through the fake crowd, and parse whats real and what isn’t. The perfect chance for Magnus to do what he had to.
Arms outstretched, holding the spell aloft, Taako tries to keep an eye on Magnus. To keep watch on if he gets hurt, or if too many people gang up on him. Cause god dammit, he’ll set this whole plane on fire if something happens to him. Not an exaggeration, he’d picked up some pointers from Lup in these past decades, and another swig of that magic water would really make it pop off.
He’d keep a pin in that idea. Maybe, instead, something that wouldn’t torch up Magnus in the process. Cause that’d be a bummer and a half.
Just… focus. Worry about that if you have to, Taako. Worry about this now.
Magnus is… incredible to watch fight. He always was, he’d watched and fought by Magnus’s side for the better part of a century. This fighting- Magnus’s fighting was like art, because of the true passion behind it. In a way, he loved it- if it weren’t for how dangerous it was, at least.
Magnus fights like an animal, with fire in his eyes and a roar in his teeth. Blood splashes his face but he doesn't even wipe it away as he slashes his way through the confused army towards his father. His father dismounts in order to meet him, sword drawn and vicious. It wounds Magnus' heart the moment their swords clash.
"We don't have to fight!" he tries it once, he has to try.
"We really do," his father responds, and that's all the affirmation that Magnus needs to know that there is no solving this with his parents on his side. They're too fargone. The previous regime must be purged, permanently.
He screams, his sword swings, sparks fly from the side of his blade as it meets his father's. He hears his mother's furious, challenging howls, he hears Taako shriek on the sidelines, desperate to help, helplessly relegated to keeping the illusion up so the army of one thousand doesn't turn their swords on him. He wants nothing more than to not have to fight this battle, he wants to be a little boy again, tugging at the edge of his father's robe just trying to get him to make eye contact with him for a moment.
His sword slashes, and he catches the chain of his father's necklace, dangerously close to his throat. It snaps under the pressre of Magnus' swing, and in a heartbeat, his illusion is broken. It's alarming how much Magnus' father looks like him now, with darker hair perhaps streaked with grey and lines on his face, but with the black eyes and the tusks, they're almost indistinguishable from a distance. His father is furious for being exposed and cuts a painful red line across Magnus' chest, too fast for him to dodge away completely. The pain makes Magnus sharp.
It all happens so incredibly fast. Magnus sees an opening. He'd honestly expected his father to dodge away. He'd always boasted the best sword fighting training in the world, and always chastised his son for his poor form and follow-through. Even with evidence to the contrary, Magnus always believed he was weaker than his father. So when his blade slices through his father's stomach like a hot knife through butter, Magnus is in shock at first.
His father drops his sword and grips Magnus' wrist as the hilt hit the fabric of his jerkin, and he looks up into Magnus' eyes, his expression shocked. Magnus hears his mother scream, and his father falls back, taking Magnus' sword with him as he collapses to his side in the grass. Dead.
most parents : afraid their child will find their gun and get hurt
me: afraid my son will find my protein powder and get too strong and then he has to be my dad
hello! i really love your taako outfits, do you have a polyvore account?
I sure do! Here’s a link!
herushesin:
uhhhhhh whatever happened to just drinking coffee???
It takes twenty years for coffee to get into the system and fully wake you up. What if you need the instantaneous boost?
I think there are shots for that. You know, adrenaline? Stuff that doesn’t contain sugar and… dirt and whatever else is in coffee.
Where’s the fun in that, Maggie?
I dunno, adrenaline shots are PRETTY fun. They do give you a crazy erection though, so. Be forewarned.