#Old Man Blep

[anteaterisland]

My GW2 Toons

These are my GW2 characters. From Left to right they are, Old Man Blep the Asura Engineer. Marrow Antoinette the Charr Guardian. Catalytic Curfuffle the Asura Elementalist. Sansa Eirsdottir the Norn Ranger. Chlora Phylia the Sylvari Mesmer. Mouse The Pleasant the Human Mesmer. Grenth Boy the Human Necromancer. And Kiotvi Wildblood the Norn Thief.

Details beneath the cut.

These two ladies are The Commanders. They are Badasses. They are dating. They are in for a long ride. I am a new player, who has only just leveled them to 80.

Chlora Phylia the Sylvari Mesmer, was my first creation. She's still zero year's old. She has a passion for cartography, cooking, shapeshifting alchemy and Hylek. She lives in Sparkfly Fen and is a member of the priory. Trahearne asked her to be the Commander of the Pact and she was too touched by sentiment to say no, even though she is a terrible leader with social anxiety. Once indoctrinated by the nightmare court, she escaped their influence and stole a verdant puppy. But their corruption lingers in her heart.

Sansa "Stormwalker" Eirsdottir the Norn Ranger is the founder of the Pact. She's eight and a half feet tall and hyper competent. The daughter of Eir Stegalkin, she was raised by her Father. She worked as a messenger runner in her youth, and thunderstorms never delayed her, earning her title of Stormwalker. She killed Zhaitan, and works as the Commanders Right Hand. Chlora is endlessly grateful for her support.

These two are The Twins. Catalytic Curfuffle the Asura Elementalist, is a young Asura with learning disabilities. ADD and Dyscalculia to name a few. She tried very hard to be a good Asura and learn advanced mathematics and Robotics in school but from a young age she showed no talent, no genius. She would throw explosive temper tantrums. She became an elementalist and joined the Vigil, and fights her battles with raw firepower, literally.

Her adoptive sister, Marrow Antoinette the Charr Guardian, was found as a Kitten and adopted by an Asura couple with a newborn as a questionably ethical experimental test subject into the question of Nature versus Nurture. She is everything her sister isn't: quiet, clever, polite, and proud. She can build any Golem you need and program it twice as fast. She powders and pomades her hair very tall as a symbol of her refinement. Her parents couldn't be prouder of her, as a daughter or a test subject. It's a shame all their theories about nurture prevailing are disproved by their other daughter...

These two are Team Rocket. (to me.)

Grenth Boy's legal name is REDACTED, sloppily, by him. A young man, who disowned himself from his noble father upon reaching his majority. Big Fan of Wolfgang Lacrymohs. A necromancer who has devoted his life to Grenth. He’s optimistic and naive. He is a grief counselor and loves nothing more than to give the last rights, and reassure people that they will be welcomed by Grenth. This is not always reassuring.

Mouse The Pleasant was a human Foundling, her family history is completely lost. An orphan and whispers lightbringer, an accomplished mesmer and con-artist, has successfully infiltrated the aristocracy of Divinity’s Reach. An absolute sweetheart who no one would suspect of being a conniving witch.

These two are new, and as such, their lore is still under construction.

Old Man Blep is an Asura Engineer. He is the Twins Father. He works in construction maintenance in Rata Sum.

Kiotvi Wildblood is a Norn Theif. He is a hunter of the wild, and wields a shortbow.

[blep-23]

Gansley knowing an old ass man that’s so fuckin old? More likely than you’d think.

Jesus Christ this old man has issues about his mother. Trauma dump much?

[lainybug0504]

Boop the snoot!

[hyper-cryptic]

Warm up pages, but just with my boy Leon 🧎

Close ups under the cut :] !

[jeannie-nelson65]

Don’t you love when he bleps? 🫦😍

Cuz I do 🥺❤️

[bottomvalerius]

Added some shading and now I no longer hate it lmao

[corcnaiism]

;-- teehee

[zionanelequaso]

who would be the batman to my joker chat

[anteaterisland]

Update! of All My GW2 Blorbos

These are my beloved GW2 Toons! Details and Close-up's below.

(Left) Grima The Blind.

Norn Revenant. When she was a child, she was possessed by a ghost, and has basically been an old woman her whole life, but recently she became traumatically dispossessed and is finding herself existing as a young woman without ever having been a child. She keeps trying to find herself (literally) by searching for her ghost, the one that got away, and keeps being only shallow host to various wisps who dont stick around. Lost.

(Right)Mouse The Pleasant. 

Mouse the Pleasant is an orphan, a human foundling. Her parents were killed in an accident, and when some good-doers searched the wagon crash site for the source of the crying, it took them quite a while to find her because she, precocious mesmer than she was, had gone invisible. It’s what kept her safe. 

She was raised in a bar, and learned very young that being sweet and nice and cute and letting people pinch her cheeks got her good tips. As a result, she grew up into the most pleasant, perfect, soft, squishable woman you’ve ever seen. 

At a certain point she decided that coming from nothing, with no knowledge of her past, meant she had nothing to lose, and started to up her game with a long con. She would sneak into fancy parties with illusory wealth and charm the nobles of divinity's reach, developing a persona of incredible class, eventually completely infiltrating the elusive club of the elite. She is the belle of every ball. She’s a whispers lightbringer and works with Countess Anise. 

Everyone who knows her loves her. And no one would ever suspect such an absolute sweatheart of being a vicious, manipulative witch. 

And if by sheer chance, she ever happened to run across Ratthew the Vile, why she wouldn’t think to give vermin like him a second glance. And without a second glance why, she’d probably never see that they have identical purple eyes. She lost her family far too young to remember she once had a twin.

(Left) Grenth Boy

Grenth Boy, (legal name redacted) is a human necromancer, and is only 17 years old. He was adopted by a noble family after he was orphaned as a newborn. His father named him after himself, and was very controlling, just the worst kind of rich asshole who treats his kid like an extension of himself, a doll on a shelf that only needs to say a few lines if you pull the string. 

When he finds his birth parents' graves it’s a transformative experience for him. The epitaphs on cold stone are the warmest parental experience of his life. Love for him sent across time, carved on a grave. Warmth and good wishes. They died before they could name him, but because he was born under the sign of Grenth, they called him their Grenth Boy. 

And he thinks to himself these death markers are the most beautiful things he’s ever seen. That this is who he was before his adoptive father tried to turn him into a clone of himself, when he was loved and free. He wishes he could have been raised by the gravestones, they would have been kinder to him.

On that day our boy decided, clearly and firmly, actually fuck being (redacted) jr. I’d rather be anyone else, I’d rather be no one than keep your name. I’d rather have never been named at all then named after you. 

And he runs away from home. There is only one peice of identity left to him, one place to go. The Temple of Grenth. But unfortunately, despite his new devotion, his father’s influence is a powerful obstacle, and the Priests there are too afraid to take him in as an acolyte. His noble father is convinced he will tire eventually of living on the streets and come home. 

But Grenth Boy doesn’t. He lives in an alleyway behind the temple, teaching himself to summon ghosts. His hair turns white and lank and his eyes begin to glow, as he develops his natural talent for necromancy and his deep spiritual love for Grenth. Never well-adjusted socially, his love of death and living happily in the gutter only further unnerve people. They say : “Stay out of that alley, it’s where that awful Grenth Boy lives.”

Wolfgang Lachrymohs, a noble whom Grenth Boy knows mostly by reputation, though they shared the same larger social circle before Grenth Boy left home, comes upon him one day. And upon being re-introduced to him as “Grenth Boy” says: “I cannot call you that. There must be something we can do.” And pulls some strings to at least have the boy be *acknowledged* by the temple. The priests knock up a little ceremony with some candles and vows as a half-measure, and Grenth Boy officially becomes a Votary of Grenth. Wolfgang will be the only person to ever actually call him that. Wolfgang is Grenth Boy’s hero. 

Grenth Boy is optimistic, naive, and an exceptional if slightly disturbing grief counselor. He is a devout man, who loves no ritual more than the last rights, but loves also caring and healing those on the brink of death. His ability to wield Grenth’s power in combat means he becomes the hero of shamoor, then eventually joining the priory and later the pact. His favorite place in the world is the Godslost Swamp, where he was recruited into the Priory. But he never forgets his dream of becoming a true Priest of Grenth. 

“Death is a blessing I mercifully bestow upon my enemies, and selfishly deny my friends.” - Grenth Boy

He’s also 5’2” and thin as a rake. 

(Right) Kiotvi Wildblood

A Norn Theif. Sansa’s half-brother by way of her father. He is a poacher and a woodsman who finds himself so awkward as to be unable to function properly in society, and so lives alone. He has a homestead in the Janthir Wilds and is an exquisite craftsman, he carved his sister’s bow for her. He lives a quiet life, utterly uninterested in heroics, unlike his sister.

(Left) Sansa “Stormwalker” Eirsdottir

The Commander’s Right Hand

A norn ranger, daughter of Eir Stegalkin. Sansa was raised by her father with little contact with her legendary hero mother. Her Father is a very noble, delicate man, and Sansa has very refined manners. Her norn peers thought she would become a skald like her Father, not a hunter like Eir. They should've known better, when she tamed a wolf. In her youth she ran messages between army camps and no blizzard nor thunder would stop her, earning her the epithet of Stormwalker. 

When she came of age she pursued legendary status with a fury. When she learned her mother was going to the Great Hunt, she decided to go as well, to prove to her mother that she had what it took to follow in her footsteps. With a wolf and bow at her side and her long red hair she was a vision, Eir Stegalkin come again. 

The strength of the Wolf is the Pack, and it is this wisdom that brings Sansa to create the Pact, collecting agents from every order to band them together to defeat the Elder Dragons. But as a member of the V(igil, she cannot be Pact Marshall, and Traheane is chosen instead. And again she is passed over, as Trahearne chooses Chlora Phylia the Sylvari to be Pact Commander. She takes the slights well though, and vows to help in any way she can. She is valiant and diligent in her support of the Pact Commander, Chlora Phylia. So enterprising and effective, many people get confused and think she actually is the Commander. 

This time is the closest relationship she’s ever had with her mother, and she is making Eir proud, which fills her with joy. She defends Eir to Zojja, forming a bitter rivalry. But When Sansa meets Braham Eirsson, a man she never knew existed, her own brother, she realizes her mother never told her of her brother, and beyond that, Eir never speaks to Sansa like a daughter, only as a soldier.

(Right) Chlora Phylia

The Commander.

A young sylvari, birthed from the pale tree less than a year before being made Commander of the pact, due to her close relationship with Marshal Trahearne. Early in her life she was recruited to the nightmare court, and stayed for some time, but when she was tasked with whipping the Verdant Hounds to turn them into nightmares she found she could not bear it. She escaped with a pup and returned to the pale tree, but the Nightmare is not so easily thwarted. 

Chlora Phylia wields a Strange Greatsword to focus her mesmeric power, a remnant from her days in the Nightmare Court. But she is spurred into violence by it's corruption. It unsettles those around her, she's the creepiest sort of mesmer. She blindfolds her eyes in combat, so how does she see... it must be her mesmeric clones, surely it could not be with that great twitching eye...

She is bitterly jealous of Trahearne, not for the post of Marshall, but for the Pale Tree’s favor. It was he whom she granted Caladbolg after Chlora quested to recover it for her people. Her own nightmarish sword stokes the fires of her coveting. She leans heavily on her dear friend, Sansa Eirsdottir, Founder of the Pact, to keep her sanity, and protect her image. The pressures of command and the nightmare are tearing her apart, but she wants to remain Trahearne's second at all costs, to become worthy of Caladbolg someday and The Pale Tree's favor. Or else take it from his corpse, but that's only in her nightmares. Right?

(Left) Lady Brassica

Lady Brassica is Chlora Phylia’s younger sister. Younger by about a month. 

Chlora Phylia was born to kill Zhaitan, to be the tip of the spear, her wild hunt is to fight for the sylvari and kill the pale tree’s enemies. She is Trahearne’s dear friend and the Commander of the Pact. 

Lady Brassica was born to kill Zhaitan, to be the tip of the spear, her wild hunt is to fight for the sylvari and kill the pale tree’s enemies. She is absolutely no one. 

Just after Chlora Phylia was born she was inducted into the nightmare court and the pale tree believed her lost. She birthed a back-up plan. The perfect soldier, strong, moral, beloved. Lady Brassica is the epitome of a knight, the platonic ideal of chivalry. Her first few missions were stunning triumphs, including against the hated nightmare court. 

Then Chlora Phylia broke free from the nightmare court. She returned to the pale tree’s favor as a double agent. She recovered Caladbolg and fought at Claw Island. 

And Lady Brassica had no more purpose.

(Right) Catalytic Curfuffle

An Asura Elementalist, is a young Asura with learning disabilities. ADD and Dyscalculia to name a few. She tried very hard to be a good Asura and learn advanced mathematics and Robotics in school but from a young age she showed no talent, no genius. She would throw explosive temper tantrums. She ran away from home and ended up being adopted by Rytlock and forming her own Warband. She fights her battles with raw firepower, literally.

(Left) Old Man Blep

An Asura Engineer. He works in construction maintenance in Rata Sum. He has two grown daughters, one biological, an asura elementalist firecracker named Catalytic Curfuffle. And one adopted, a Charr engineer named Marrow Antoinette. He and his ex-wife raised them together as an experiment in Nature vs Nurture, they wanted to determine if Charr were naturally aggressive or it was learned behavior. 

Marrow Antoinette grew up to be the sweetest, gentlest, smartest Charr anyone had ever met. She is a model asura, building tiny golem circuits with the greatest of delicacy and the tips of her claws. Her white fur is kept fastidiously clean, and she wouldn’t hurt a fly. 

However, the entire question of whether this was indeed nurture prevailing is made inconclusive, because their biological daughter flunked out of school and ran away from home in frothing rage. Just before she left she accused both her parents of treating their children as unethical science experiments instead of family. 

Over the years, Old Man Blep took this deeper and deeper to heart. He would have long arguments with his then wife about it, who did not agree that they had done anything wrong, culminating in their divorce. 

His ex-wife was a star architect in Rata Sum and helped build it’s most spectacular buildings. She’s made a permanent mark on the world and the history of the asura, her name literally carved into the floating foundations. Old Man Blep spends his days in the bowels of the city, fitting himself into acute angles of the pyramid, cleaning up broken tiles and fixing magnetic pipes with a big rusty wrench and a chisel. No one will remember him or his work, but he takes what small measure of pride from it as he can. He keeps the city from falling out of the sky. 

Old Man Blep is an old, very sad man, who believes his true life’s work, his family, was ruined by his own hand. His only goal is to do whatever it takes to make his daughters feel loved, even if it means respecting their wishes and keeping his distance from Catalytic Curfuffle for the rest of his life.

(Right) Marrow Antoinette

A Charr Guardian, was found as a Kitten and adopted by an Asura couple with a newborn as a questionably ethical experimental test subject into the question of Nature versus Nurture. She is everything her sister isn't: quiet, clever, polite, and proud. She can build any Golem you need and program it twice as fast. She powders and pomades her hair very tall as a symbol of her refinement. Her parents couldn't be prouder of her, as a daughter or a test subject. It's a shame all their theories about nurture prevailing are disproved by their other daughter���

[blep-23]

Mallory no one asked your old ass to go into a cave with them. You’d honestly probably die in there.

[spotsupstuff]

OUGHHHRHGHHHHH MY LITTLE ASSHOLE FUCKS (and bessie little angel bessie)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AUGH THEY'RE SO PRETTY IN YOUR STYLE... watch out with cookin fish in a microwave he could explode like an egg

i am putting your little guys in my mental microwave @spotsupstuff

[amhrosina]

If you don't mind me being a little nasty. *clears throat*

I feel in the deepest parts of my vagina that Namor would be that type of man that would grind his cock into you.

Like he would bearly leave your pussy while he fucks you. He would grind sinfully and roughly hold you down so you can do nothing but take his deep penetration.

And last but not least he would do it in the missionary position so he can watch as your eyes roll back as he drags his cock against your walls

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BESTIE!!!!! YES!!!!!!! (*for the record, i don't mind anyone being a little nasty in my asks when it comes to things like this lol*)

So like, we all know Namor has likely had a string of lowkey lovers over the years, right???

And being absolutely astronomically for real, the rumors about him being SO good in bed are absolutely true ANYWAYS

I feel like Namor has always insisted on taking his various lovers from behind?? Like it subtly puts some emotional distance between him and whoever he has in his bed.

And he has a strict 'no kissing' rule. He has centuries of mistrust, walls, and rage built up - these boundaries are a way for him to stay in control of this situation!

And then he met you and that all flew right out the window.

The first time he takes you to bed, he doesn't even realize he has you panting and moaning on your BACK until you arch into his touch and it almost sends him over the edge.

He decides he doesn't care about following his rules anymore when you look that stunning cumming around him.

And shit, when he finally ruts into you so deeply that his entire world shifts, it's like having a taste of the forbidden fruit.

He will literally leave important meetings just to find you and fuck you against whatever surface is closest.

He's never been so ravenous for someone before. And he always fucks you in missionary because he loves to watch you squirm underneath him.

The easy access to your sinful lips is also a perk.

When he's feeling particularly mischievous, he'll tease you by nipping at your jaw, pressing kisses to your collarbones, and whispering the dirtiest things he can come up with into your ear, all while fucking you hard into the mattress.

Watching you uncomfortably shift in your seat after he spent half the night fucking you on every surface imaginable is his favorite way to spend breakfast, though he's been known to lay you down on the literal breakfast table and take you right then and there if he thinks you didn't find enough pleasure the night before.

Namor is a self indulgent lover, but he never fails to make you cum multiple times before letting himself climax.

Don't even get me started on how feral he gets when you ask him to taste you!!!!! That man is 500 years old!!!! He knows how to eat pussy!!!!!!

This was so much longer than I was expecting??? Anyways, Namor makes me absolutely feral (as do most of the men I write about), so everyone can feel free to send me more of these lol

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[creekfiend]

sending animal pictures you say? here's my girl meeka (german) and her uncle blue (old man husky) (plus one of the cats skulking about in the bg)

they are both crazystupidsmart in opposite ways. I love them with all my heart.

OH HER LITTLE BLEP

[naamahdarling]

Happy Primal Bog Monday!

We here at Dried Pickle Manor are ready to wade into the wetlands of a brand-new week full of possibility and purrgles!

As always, Dried Pickle Man is here to soothe you. Here he is napping with a little blep. He had a vet checkup last week and is doing great! And we hope you're doing great, too. Or at least okay. Or at least a little better than last week. Sometimes a little better is all you can manage, but like a little blep, it's better than nothing!

So come wade into this autumnal bog with us and watch the last of the summer dragonflies stitch the cooling air. If anything is troubling you, go on and stick it into this hollowed-out old stump. It will be safe here, if you need to pick it up later, or you can just leave it and we will sink it into the bog for you.

Sit on this nice dry log and contemplate the still waters before you, and the landscape all around, and maybe find a nice rock to fidget with, or some grasses to weave, or a nice stick to poke around in the mud with. And let everything fall away while Dried Pickle Man purrgles his soothing, boggy song just for you, his friend.

Know that he has blepped for you, a bog blessing to carry with you all this week and beyond. Good for a 12% reduction in anxiety! That's not as much as we would maybe all like but he is a little old man cat and we cannot expect too much out of him.

Frankly I feel blessed and lucky just to know him, and I hope you do, too!

[weepingfoxfury]

The man on the radio is still absent from his perch ... so the stand in man on the radio is the gentleman who has trouble with which buttons to press ... makes for entertaining Monday morning mayhem. Weatherwise there's a whole load of canines and felines coming down out there and 'the umbrella' is very much in demand. The traffic lady says there's animals loose on the road again ... no specification as to what kind, but obviously the sort that can find their way out of a field.

Today's groaner: Why don't owls date in the rain? ... Because it's too wet to woo ;-D badoom tish ... here all week!!

Mr Snippy and the rest of the Hairy Horde have taken a real liking to their new doggy beds. Although, Mr Snippy can't quite let go of part of his old bed ... he apparently needs to be able to clutch his cushion in order to have the sweetest of dreams while blepping.

Much as it was fun, gone are the days of spare sofa cushions and old duvets being dragged around the floor. Mr Snippy is the best at rearranging soft furnishings in such a way that there's optimum blockage of things in the kitchen ... especially the fridge ... and even better when assisted by his all too willing accomplice, Betty. After all, who needs to get into the fridge? The motto is 'none shall pass' ... unless of course the hooman who wants to get into the fridge is doing so because they need to get sausages out to bestow upon the fridge blocker.

The new beds do not allow for such shenanigans ... so perhaps Mr Snippy is dreaming up ways that he can use his new bed in order to gain sausage supplies. :-)

A reasonable night for Biggest Dog and myself, about 5 hours of sleep before she began pacing ... so, with the right amount of coffee and keep telling myself 'I can do this', then we should just about make it through the day.

Monday, Monday, Monday and there's rain aplenty ...

[roboticchibitan]

While looking into the other stuff the sneapot artist had available, I got recommendations for some other teapots and ended up down a small rabbithole of teapots, so for your enjoyment and rating purposes, in no particular order, I give you:

Train:

Artichoke:

Vaguely cursed cats:

A cute orange I'd actually use:

Second vaguely cursed cat (his face!):

Assassin's teapot:

Cute little house:

Little hill:

Fox:

Owl:

(Image ID under cut due to length)

Man, these are fun! The train is so shiny. It looks like a steam engine, complete with steam! The... artichoke... forgot the word for artichoke for a second and had to scroll back up to where you linked it, is fun and along with the orange one (or is that a peach?) would make fun collector's items for someone with a food themed teapot collection. I think it's funny that the vase on the dresser with cats one is knocked over cuz like. Yeah, cats will do that. The black cat looks like they were going to blep and ended up with cursed. Also... I kinda want an assassin's teapot. Just for the hell of it. Might look up how much those cost. The house and the hill are cute and look very scenic but what the heck is that creature on the hill one? Is it a mouse? Or? The fox has such tiny eyes. And the owl such large ones. I like that the owl one the spout is the branch it's sitting on. That's clever.

Image 1: a black and gold steam engine shaped teapot with grey ceramic smoke coming out it's smokestack

Image 2: a teapot shaped like an artichoke head on its side

Image 3: a teapot shaped like a clothes dresser with several drawers open, and a small porcelain cat on top. There is a knocked over vase of flowers sitting on the lid.

Image 4: a teapot shaped like an orange, with a leaf on the lid

Image 5: a black cat teapot. The face is the lid of the teapot, and the spout is an arm. The cat's mouth is open.

Image 6: a teapot shaped like an old man. There are measurements listed on the image. It is 7.1 inches wide and 5.12 inches tall. This teapot is the assassin's teapot.

Image 7: a teapot shaped like a cottage with flowers out front and a thatched roof

Image 8: A round teapot shaped like a hill with a well at the top. There are ceramic shapes of as mall girl and an animal I can't identify, as well as a picnic basket painted onto the side of the teapot.

Image 9: A teapot shaped like a fox in a waistcoat. The fox is white and has small eyes. Its head is the lid of the teapot.

Image 10: A teapot shaped like an owl sitting on a branch. The owl is brown and has large eyes and very defined eyebrows.