#tarlin

[babyywhispee]

Nyanko kitchen, Volume 8 Honey Cafe - Tarlin Miniature Doll Furniture

[azzys-bg3-blog]

The companions drawn by Tarlin

[kosugimaru]

歩く猫

[ssjrodimus]

4x Miniature Network Device 1/12th scale Equipment [Series 1] (Japan) - Tarlin

[azzys-bg3-blog]

TARLIN!! My baby boy who has multiple illnesses🫶

Tav Tuesday 6: The Tav-ening

This might be the last Tav Tuesday I do for a while, so I wanted to draw these awesome Tavs and Durges! Here's this week's line-up:

Marrow by @mlarty | Tarlin by @azzys-bg3-blog Izzovir by @nythscribble | Maquia by @a-blue-tiefling

Thanks for joining me for these fun Tuesdays! I hope you all had as much as I did 😊 Stay Tav-tastic!

[silyue]

Always gotta be supportive no matter how big of an ambition they have... feat. OC Tarlin and Cesso

[sofubis]

do you know if things on epoch are purchasable?

not on the epoch capsule site itself, thats just for product information. if you meant in general you might be able to find listings for products online depending on how recently they were produced

[tiredcyclops]

Been playing bg3 again and enjoying them mods!

Because of all that I finally got around to draw my drow Tarlin (Tavlyn depending on which campaign I'm playing cause I keep making new campaigns and they're all just him)

Tarlin was born in the underdark in Menzoberranzan to a lower Lolth priestess and her pleasure slave, a Seldarine drow named Ristal. He was destined to be a lolth priestess as well, but as an Eilistraee worshipper, Ristal couldn't handle having his youngest being a pawn for the spider queen. So he abducted him while he was only a couple months old and ran to the surface, ending up in Luskan.

While on the surface Ristal fell in love with a half elf who instantly took the role of Tarlins mother. Everything was great until about 6 years in when Ristal disappeared and a odd fringe group of Sune worshippers kidnapped Tarlin.

Tarlins life is a blur after that, living in a cult until his late teens, losing his best friend(who is turned into a vampire), then escaping and wondering Faerun in search of said friend, his mother and father.

He finds his friend in his early 40s shortly before the events of Bg3.

(in traditional vampire fan fashion) Tarlin and Astarion become partners.

In whatever ending the good, the bad, and the heartbreaking, Tarlin ends up being turned into a vampire by his friend during childbirth. He has a daughter with Astarion, Alena, a dhampir.

Little tidbits:

Tarlins left eye is marked with a Sune blessing, the red gets more vibrant when Tarlin develops genuine feelings for someone (the only someone is Astarion). The mark will turn black and his left eye goes blind when he is heartbroken, only happens in a heartbreaking ending.

Tarlin is an Eilistraee worshipper, so he has her old symbol tattooed on his left arm. He has 2 star tattoos on his chest because they are the first thing he remembers seeing when he and his father left the underdark.

Tarlin has piercings, nearly everywhere. He takes out his facial piercings during the events of bg3, cause being punched in the face hurts with them in, and obviously, he fights more, and he can't deal with that bs.

I'm gonna post some screenshots of everyone soon cause I spent 3 hours just designing what everyone in his family looks like.

[prrism]

Language Lessons

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part ?

Summary: You’ve been teaching Techno how to speak English for a little over a month now, everything’s been going well so far, then there’s a knock at your door…

Characters: Techno x Reader

Relationship: parental

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

“Now, what do you say when you greet someone?”

“Hi.” You give a playful eye roll at the blunt answer. You’ve been teaching Techno English and he’s caught on to it pretty quickly, much to your delight, although there was still a lot for him to learn.

“Okay, while that’s technically true, I was looking for a bit more then that.” You say with a soft sigh.

“Hello… greetings… salutations… good day to you…” He lists off several other greetings he’s learned.

“Alright, alright. I’ve heard enough.” You hold your hand up to pause him, seeing the smug smile on his face. “I don’t recall teaching you this much sass, mister English major.” You playfully tease, ruffling at his hair, he swats at your hands in retaliation.

“Ah, stop.” He whines still trying to swat your hands away.

“Who needs to stop what? Come on, use your words.” You encourage still messing with his hair.

“Sensei, stop…… please.” You could see he was trying to look for the right words to use, you stop your actions and grab a hairbrush.

“Okay, that’s good enough for now. Why don’t we fix up that rats nest.” Now he’s the one giving a playful glare but nods and lets you kneel down to start to carefully brush the knots out. You halt your actions when you hear a loud knock at the door, your grip on the brush handle tightening. You didn’t invite anyone over, and even if it was a surprise visit from one of your friends, no one would’ve knocked that harshly. You stand, instinctively shifting to a more defensive stance as you stare down the door, another set of knocks are heard, slightly harsher then before.

“Sensei?” You look over at Techno, who also took a more defensive stance.

“Upstairs.” You simply say, voice low and firm.

“But-”

“Now!” You approach the door, taking one more look over your shoulder to confirm that Techno had indeed listened before opening the door to two individuals you really hoped not to see.

“Good morning, (y/n).” The first says blankly

“Jett, Tarlin… Well I’d say my morning was good, until you showed up.” You reply just as blankly.

“Ahem,” Tarlin clears their throat, you raise an unamused eyebrow their way. “It’s come to our attention that you may have-”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” You’re quick to cut them off. “I don’t care what you’ve heard or what it is that makes you think you have any power around here, but let me make this clear: Try anything stupid and you will deeply regret it.” You say dangerously, giving a sharp look to both of them.

“Is that a threat?” Jett puffs out his chest to try appearing more intimidating.

“Well that depends.” You start nonchalantly, leaning in uncomfortably close to them, making Jett step back a little. “You feeling threatened?” He grabs his sword’s hilt on instinct, you just laugh. “I dare you to pull that on me, see how far you get.” You say, ready to pull your own sword from your inventory.

“Please now, we’re trying to be civil here.” Tarlin intervenes pulling Jett away, you roll your eyes.

“If this is your idea of civil then what’s being uncivil look like?” You chuckle to yourself, neither of them seemed to like your joke. Your expression hardens again and you give a firm glare. “I’ll say this one more time. Try anything stupid and you will deeply regret it, because as far as you should be concerned I’m the most dangerous thing around here. Now get off my property before I make you for trespassing.” With a low grumble and some nasty stink eyes the two begrudgingly take their leave. You close the door with a relived sigh and finally acknowledge the little eavesdropper. “You know you’re lucky those two aren’t very observant, otherwise things could’ve been a whole lot more complicated.” You turn and look up the stairs at the young hybrid peeking around the corner.

“……” It’s barely audible but you catch him trying to say something, ushering him over to you.

“You okay?” Your tone lightens up and your expression softens into one of concern.

“I… I know them. I saw them before.” He spits out, hands balling into fists.

“Let me guess, the Nether?” He gives you a a low snot and curt nod as response. “Yeah… sadly I’m not surprised.” You look away from him a second tensely but quickly relax again, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Don’t you go worrying about them now. I promised I’d keep you safe from people like them, and I intend to keep that promise.” Your words of reassurance help relax Techno more.

“Wait… If you’re going to protect me, who’ll protect you?” He questions.

“Hmm, good question… I guess, myself?” You shrug, Techno shakes his head in disapproval.

“No, not good. I’ll do it.” He says as if agreeing with himself.

“Really?” You raise an amused eyebrow at him. “I don’t know, there’s a lot of danger out there for a small piglin like yourself.”

“Then I’ll get big and strong, then no one can hurt us.” He places his hands on his hips triumphantly, you let out a quiet laugh with a side smile.

“Well if that’s the case, I’d say our English lesson is finished. Why don’t we move on to some combat training, yeah?” You offer, your smile getting bigger at the excited nod he gives you.

Taglist (oops, almost forgot this):

@maxismp1

@justmare

[polkadotmotmot]

Joanne Tarlin - Returning Home, 2023

[azzys-bg3-blog]

Two bros sittin in a tub

Happy pride to these mfs🌈

[kosugimaru]

シルバニアファミリーフィギュアコレクション

[ragdollrory]

Rory's fic and stuff masterlist

A bunch of links to my fics and some of my main tags in tumblr for those interested in exploring my brain.

Looking for my posted fics? -> Ragdollrory's Ao3

Shortcut to ongoing series:

In Fire and Blood: Three years post-war, the Fire Lord finally summons the courage to visit his sister in her asylum. A story that started as a role play between ragdollrory and canttaketheskyfromme.

What's in a Word: Set mostly post canon, a work on Lin and Mako's coming together, and the struggles of working through each other's walls.

Colors for Iroh: A collection of drabbles showing Bumi's love for Iroh through the looking glass one color at a time.

Tumblr's prompt drabbles:

✎ Linko:

Correct way to organize the dishes

You always this quiet?

Take it off

Are you jealous?

Hey, I was going to eat that!

I can't believe you talked me into this

We need to talk

✎ Kyalin:

Warm sheets

Baby's first steps

So it was you

Let me help you

A passionate kiss

You did all this for me?

✎ Kuvin:

A kiss to wake up

Tell me a secret

✎ Mavira:

If you keep looking at me like that we won't make it to a bed

Is that my shirt?

A kiss to shut them up

✎ Makuvin:

I'm not doing this

✎ Tohpzula:

You're a terrible cook

✎ Tarlin:

I wish I could hate you

✎ Zukaang:

I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified

✎ Dramione:

No, that's not how you do that

Here's the grocery list

✎ Irosami:

Just stay this time. Stay for me

✎ Azula & Zuko:

Getting older

Zuko's birthday present

✎ Azula & Shiko:

Pretend bending

✎ Lin & Iroh II:

You're a terrible cook

✎ Iroh II & Shiko:

I love you's

✎ Bumi & Iroh II:

If you keep looking at me like that we won't make it to a bed

✎ Mako & Korra & Asami:

I can't believe you talked me into this

✎ Character drabbles:

Lin - 100 days of headcanons

Lin - Fire Nation Sun

Lin - Forced Formed

Kuvira - A day in Republic City

Some of my main tags, in case you're curious or want to do a massive reblog run:

Lin Beifong • Azula • Linko • Kyalin • Sokkla • Spilled thoughts • About me • Navi •

My old RP Blogs:

These links shuld lead you straight to their Navi page, I'm not sure how it performs for mobiles, but all the threads are chronological order for a better read of the stories. Do let me know if there's broken links or anything.

Bumi II • Lin Beifong • Azula • Shiko •

If you've reached this far, tysm for reading, and my inbox is always open for asks about characters, plots, theories, and pretty much anything. If you want to ask about a show, ship or character I don't share much about, ask anyways, I don't mind at all! And if you see an ask game and are feeling shy, anon is always an option.

[gutless-jim]

This is a long overdue sharing of my contribution for @tokyoalleyperth 's JAM Zine, 2024 edition (the theme was 'Adventure'). I decided to cast my hypothetical non-existent DnD party into a perilous situation somewhere in a deep catacomb. The central figure, Tam Tarlin, is a hedge wizard who's not very good at magic, but can be seen here summoning one hell of a fireball (or something else?). Top left is the human hired muscle, Robert Broad, who is too old for this kind of thing. Bottom right is Mazdakka Monril, fabulous and resplendent dwarf warrior. The only thing more well-kept than his golden armour is his hair. Lastly, we have an unnamed orc-elf, hailing from a far-off monk enclave, seeking the same artefact that our party is. . The Jam Zine book is beautifully made and contains tons of awesome artwork by local artists. I believe it is still available to purchase via Tokyo Alley's bio link but only digitally. I am lucky enough to own a physical copy.

[silyue]

Two losers- four expressions

feat. OCs Cesso and Tarlin I think their dynamic is fun to play with given how they'd be in reversed roles if paired with Aoi Mori and Yuette respectively

[sofubis]

retro turtle jelly (tarlin)