#i might make a tag for him

[jacqcrisis]

Backstory for Alfonso "The Face-Breaker" Tombstone, the half-orc monk:

His dad is a human, was sort of a wandering type in his youth and spent some years close to a more neutral tribe of orcs where he fell in with an local lady. After she had Al, she wanted nothing to do with either of them due to a half-breed son being something that would make her a pariah within her community, so Al's dad took his son and they left to plant new roots. They eventually settled down in a mostly human/dwarven town where his dad found work as a simple laborer, married a human seamstress, and had two more kids. Despite the loving family, life was still hard for Al outside of that given he experienced quite a lot of ostracization from the townsfolk who had little love in their hearts for orcs.

Al never received a formal education and the fact that he can read or write at all is due to his adoptive mother being quite adamant about teaching all her children. While this makes him come across as simple, Al is a relatively curious soul, mostly interested in the people around him who will give him the time of day. By the time he was in his teens, he was well known around his town as a helpful, polite sort of creature who rarely got into trouble with the adults.

When he was old enough, Al started doing manual labor gigs to help his family out of some debt and eventually got into illegal boxing matches that paid more than even a months worth of construction work would as his natural capabilities from his heritage gave him an edge in a fight. After a few years of this, as he hit his early twenties, he was scouted for a more performative career. In the athletic theater of professional wrestling, he found a niche to fall into with ease, combining raw strength, showmanship, and athleticism to become something of a local 'evil' darling with the cruel and violent character that was Alfonso "The Face-Breaker" Tombstone which he played.

Local gigs turned into traveling to different cities for different circuits. He met a tag team partner. The crowds loved a big scary orc and his little evil halfling 'master' who he'd toss around the ring. His notoriety was gaining traction, but Al wanted more, wanted a change.

He didn't like being the stereotype he'd always been, constantly badgering his manager and company to let him change his character. To play the good guy, the big hero that was closer in personality to Al in reality, as he was well known in his circles for being a companionable, encouraging man who was always willing to help newbies and never brought drama outside of was mandated in a match. But The Face-Breaker made money and the crowd doesn't want an orc as the hero, so his requests for a heel-face turn were summarily denied.

Then his tag team partner died of a tragic accident. And his girlfriend breaks up with him for another more popular human wrestler. And then management decides they don't like how well regarded this half-orc is, so he's put on the fast track to his character getting shuffled out and forgotten.

It's all going to hell, but Al's keeping up the optimism even as he's traveling to Baldur's Gate to lose in a humiliating fashion. Thank the gods he gets kidnapped and wormed and crash landed into the middle of nowhere with a bunch of horny weirdos. Problem is, Al isn't an adventurer, he doesnt know much about the wider world other than what he's been exposed to, and all of this is going way over his head.

Thankfully, he's got a good head on his shoulders and he's a quick learner which is going to help become regarded as what he's always wanted to be in some shape or another: a goddamn hero.

Random extras:

Al's real name is Algrusk, not Alfonso. He adopted the new one when he started working outside of his hometown. He's always gone by Al ever since he was a kid.

His mother also taught him how to sew, garden, and cook. He made his own costumes when he first started wrestling and he's relatively handy in the kitchen, a boon when you're a mid-twenties bachelor.

Al has had several relationships with women that have never lasted more than a year or two. He's never had anything more than a one night stand or short term friends with benefits sort of situation with men despite the fact he tends to find himself infatuated with men more often. Part of this is that he's fallen into the expectation of giving his parents grandkids and that is just how he's always viewed finding a partner and his own life plan.

Al's a very down to earth kind of person who's main concerns until getting main characterizationed have been what's in front of him: living another day, his family, his work, paying his bills, etc etc etc. Because of his lack of education and low class upbringing, Al associates mostly with other performers, laborers, and the common folk, finding he has a hard time relating to the upper echelon of society. He also does not really worship any gods, and doesn't see them as much to think about as he is not someone important enough for them to think about as well.

[verflares]

(click for higher quality!) draconified link concept ive been chipping away at this past week ..... here's my funny little compendium concept for him:

"A heroic spirit has taken the form of this bestial dragon. Unlike it's kin, this creature exhibits an extremely aggressive disposition. It appears highly territorial, and will relentlessly chase down those who disturb its skywide patrols - of which it seems to be endlessly searching for either a long-time vassal or foe. Unfortunately, it seems the spirit within has long since forgotten exactly who it was looking for…"

[newttxt]

this is opla!zoro, to me 🙂

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 61-64)

* I-I don't think we were talking about the same thing...

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[shepscapades]

Finally: The Official DBHC Etho Reference Sheet!

I had to clarify that the “current” look is for Season 9, because I’m not sure how or if he’ll change for s10 yet! The “current” version is essentially his updated “default” look! Thought I might mention also that “Back Around” on the loose timeline lineup at the bottom is a reference to a song on his playlist in which he takes some time away from everyone after re-deviating to re-remember and find himself <3

Side note: Etho wears his mask under his chin mostly just around bdubs, but he starts wearing it down more often around doc, tango, or others who are used to seeing the damage. More than anything else, he’s sure to keep it for protection purposes when he’s outside working, exploring, or anything else that isn’t just hanging and chatting with friends :]

[snakeoid]

imagine astarion so pale hes translucent like a glass frog. ur vampire so white he see through 😭😭

[stealingyourbones]

DPxDC the Olympics AU.

Jazz is competing for sharpshooting

Dick is competing for team gymnastics

Y’all can work it out from there :)

[cable-salamdr]

This redraw edition includes many adorable babies (these babies in question being four very much murderous older teenage people and one +100kg teen dragon)

Refs underneath

For the second one this is the post where I have the image from

[kimeoshi]

I love you spy churin, I'd let you play hot wheels on me

[medicalunprofessional]

never change, man !

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

but i crumble completely when you cry . .

katsuki comforts you

katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things

he hates people who walk slow, he hates people who chew loudly or people who talk loud in places they know damn well they shouldn’t.

he hates when people walk on the back of his shoe and he hates idiots like kaminari who talk during movies.

but most of all, katsuki bakugou hates seeing you cry.

it sparks something in him, something red, hot and so angry when he finds you in your dorm. tears running down your cheeks that show no sign of stopping. he hates it even more when you make eye contact and you curl into yourself even more from where you’re sitting on the floor.

katsuki immediately decides this is the thing he hates the most.

he’s on you in seconds, kneeling in front of you, searching around to get a peek of your face hidden in your knees. he places his hands on top of yours where they’re wrapped around your legs and his chest tightens when you flinch a little.

“ who was it ? who did this to you ?” he can’t recognize his own voice, his words come out so fast he barely registers what he’s saying.

you try to speak but nothing but more broken sobs and shaky breaths come out as you desperately try to catch your breath and katsuki realizes that you talking isn’t a priority right now.

his eyebrows are furrowed and he almost looks angry but he’s so, so worried. if anything, he’s angry at himself for being so helpless, for not being able to help you in a time where you clearly need it.

he grabs your shoulder softly and the weight his chest lightens slightly when you lean a little closer to him, before letting him pull you tightly into his arms

“breathe for me.” he utters softly, voice gruff and gravelly. he never actually talks this softly unless he’s around you, the difference is so stark it surprises him a little bit but he’s got more important things to think about. praise spills from him occasionally, muttering a “you got it. i got you” into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

katsuki’s never really had to comfort anyone, he’s never felt the need to, but you’re not just anyone. your different, you’re his. his love his everything and he’ll be damned if he didn’t try his hardest for you.

you’ve calmed down a little bit, he noticed. you’re breathings calmed down a little and your sobs have been reduced to snivels. the tightness in his lungs is still there, but it’s less now.

“what’s goin’ on with you, hm ?” you’re grip tightens on his arm and you shove your head deeper into his chest. he moves his head away from your shoulder so he can place two small kisses on the top of your head

“talk to me, baby. needa know what’s up with you.” he pleads into the crown of your head. you sigh before speaking up.

“ i don’t know what’s up with me i just- it’s nothing bad i’m—” you’re desperately searching for the right words to use so what you’re about to say makes sense. “i just don’t—feel like myself today. i don’t know why, i just feel really bad today.” you let out a humorless chuckle and your voice dies out when you finish “m’sorry if i worried you” you sniffle.

he shushes you, his grip on you tightens when he hears you whimper “don’t..don’t fuckin’ apologize to me, got no reason to.” he spits. he sounds angry, and he is, why should you ever feel the need to apologize for feeling some type of way around him ?

“s’okay for you to feel that way..i do too, sometimes, you know ?” he knows you do. he knows you do because there are times where he comes to your room in tears, shaking and panicked. completely and utterly lost from the nightmares that had plagued him minutes before but knowing he had to come see you. you were there for him every time, gently soothing him and assuring him that he’d be okay. he owed it to you to do the same for you.

“s’okay to feel like shit sometimes, happens to the best of us.” he whispers “ but you can always come to me when you do, can deal with it together. an’ don’t go thinkin’ yer ‘bothering’ me either.” he says, parroting what you had just told him. “we’re together for a reason, dummy.” he’s soft spoken and his voice is so mellow despite his harsh little nickname for you, you could’ve missed it if he wasn’t sitting so close to you, it makes you a little dizzy and a little weaker in you’re already mushy knees.

he grabs your shoulders gently to get your eyes on him. they’re still a little glossy but they’re a little less dull when he looks at you “ we’re in this together, always have been, always will be, got it ? “ he asserts, waiting for your response. and then you smile at him, it’s faint but it’s there and katsuki feels like he can breathe again. he smiles back softly at you when you respond with a soft “okay.”

you suddenly grab onto him and pull him into you tightly, locking him in a tight embrace and squeezing like you’re pressing a lemon. it throws him off for a second before he’s squeezing you just as hard, pressing your body against his.

“thank you, katsuki. you’re the best” you hum. he presses a long lingering kiss to your temple as response, before squeezing around your waist “ course i am.” he gloats. the smirk on his lips grows when you snort in response “what’re you laughing about, hah? don’t think so? don’t think i’m the best ?” he jests, using this as an opportunity to tickle you mercilessly. you kick and squirm but it’s no use, katsuki doesn’t stop until you’re a heaving , giggling mess. tears in your eyes as you plead and beg for him to stop but he doesn’t let up even when you’re laying on the ground with him on top of you.

“ i ain’t hearing what i wanna hear, you know what i want from you, baby.” he chuckles at the way you desperately gasp for breath, choking on your own spit in the process.

“y-you’re the ! the best, ‘suki ! the b-bestest of the best !” you gasp out, pushing blindly at his face to get him away from you and he finally let’s you go. “felt nice enough to let you off with a warning, won’t end well for ya if you try me again.” is what he says, playfully warning you and waving his finger around in your face. you’re completely out of breath, there are tears in your eyes again but they’re happy tears this time and you still can’t stop smiling and giggling as you try to bite at his finger and katsuki is more than happy with this.

because katsuki’s favorite thing is your smile.

[tofixtheshadows]

No offense to Mithrun but he really was dumber than a 14 year old. Thistle had that shit locked down for ONE THOUSAND YEARS. Sure he wasn't having a great time for most of it but in terms of duration that Minecraft kid was the most successful Dungeon Lord in history. Mithrun's fake little tea party collapsed and got him eaten within 5 years. The hubris of snake pussy. Meanwhile the Winged Lion had to orchestrate Delgal's escape to the surface and a whole fake hero prophecy just to get out from under Thistle's littlest jester boot.

[verflares]

(draconifies your zelink) oh whoops lol

+ an extra pic of em hanging out together :]

btw, you can find these guys on inprnt! both as a pair, or apart :] You Choose.

[gabe-lovebot]

councilor 3D model

i learnt 3d modelling from the ground up to bring him to life. he's yours now. do whatever you want with him

[link]

please credit me if you make something using the model (or even ping/link me to it, i would love to see what you made!)

currently available as a .blend, .fbx and an SFM port.

[humbuns]

birds of the same feather?

[shalom-iamcominghome]

I've been doing a lot of reflection as of late, especially after this past class.

This past class was about the Torah and Tanakh in general, and the way the rabbi talked about the commandments (specifically the ten commandments) has made me really reflect on how I interpret them, specifically the fifth commandment, or honoring your mother and father.

This is a commandment I have wrestled with for a long time - in fact, it brought me away from g-d at multiple times. I was severely abused when I was incredibly young by my mother, and I used to feel insulted at the implication that I were to honor her while she got to live a better life. It was hypocritical, in my eyes.

But this rabbi surmised that this particular commandment was because parenthood is an act of creation, something that is like the g-d from which we come from. My realization is this: I don't think we're necessarily meant to take even these commandments literally.

I this particular commandment is more of a call to honor creation - creation is a gift, and like any gift, many people simply will not like it and will discard it. The person who abused me created me, but she did not honor creation. She didn't honor me, but I can still honor it.

I have started to honor creation much more. I'm too young, too unstable, not mature enough to be a father (though I fantasize about it), but I create all the time. I create relationships, I create with my hands through crochet. I create memories, I create my world. And I can honor who I am and where I came from that made me who I am. I've been learning one of the mother tongues of my family (Italian, since part of my family originates there) and it was judaism that inspired me to do this.

I don't think g-d wants me to honor my abuser. I think He wants me to remember the Holy action of creation. When I am a father, that act of creation will be Holy, and indeed, I am already joyful about the thought.

I have seen many people struggle with this particular commandment, but I think this perspective helps me personally. I don't think I ever have to forgive my abusers (plural), and I don't think I am commanded to simply because they happened to be family. I am commanded to recognize the holy, to elevate the mundane. In doing so, I will remember g-d. Through creation, I honor g-d and everything he has done for us, for me, and for our collective people.