#thog and linda

[goannafr]

💌 honk

hello my funny friend

you have such an amazing sense of humour and i love your dragons and their lore (thog & linda OTP 4eva) <33

one of the most epic people around that's for sure

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Thog and Linda Go On A Date

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3

Chapter Two

Linda held her Playbill up to the marrow-red light of a Plaguelands sunset. “Gotta say, I am in love with this casting! Very challenging choices. I am over the moon that they got a fellow boggie to play Gladebringer! Eeeee! Odd credit, though. ‘Mistress of the Marshes.’ Is that a stage name?”

“No idea. But Thog figured Linda would like it,” said Thog, feeling more than a little satisfied with how the evening was playing out.

“And a Windy as the Plaguebringer? A wildclaw as that scrawny little Arcanist? Oh, this is going to be spicy.” Linda rubbed her claws together in excitement. The brand new chroma stone Thog had gifted her earlier clacked vigorously against the rings she was already wearing. 

“Thog wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss any Wind dragon, but this one has garnered quite the reputation,” said Thog, tapping on Vermilion, the name of Plaguebringer’s actress. “Even outside of the Wasteland, it’s difficult to find a toxin that Vermilion hasn’t herself invented or improved upon. Thog favored her signature blend of dart frog and onyx cobra venom to tip blades and arrowheads with prior to a raid.”

“Huh! No kidding,” said Linda with genuine curiosity. “Wouldn’t figure acting would be part of her wheelhouse.”

“All acting is a form of subterfuge,” Thog reasoned. “No need for method when that’s already the life you live.”

“Well, look at you, you little fan-so-and-so. Is that the whole reason you dragged your extra nice fursuit out of the closet? Trying to impress a certain... poison peddler?”

Thog darted their eyes from under their lionskin headdress. “Thog… wouldn’t be lying if Thog said Thog brought an extra thick marker for... signature purposes.”

“HA!” Linda pointed squarely in Thog’s face. “Can’t pull a fast one on me! I can always sniff out an ulterior motive.”

“Well, Thog wasn’t lying earlier,” Thog said in a defensive tone. “Thog had Linda’s interests in mind first.”

“Potayto, potahto,” Linda said, folding her arms and looking away. “And since when do you like theater?”

“Thog gained an appreciation for the performing arms during acting class at Radiant U. Only ever got bit parts, but Thog had fun watching all the chaos behind the scenes. The props, the lighting, the backgrounds. It’s so fascinating, but Thog can never see a play now without thinking about the stagehands scrambling around in the dark.”

“Hmmm! You know, I tried out a couple of times, but I never ended up impressing a casting director. They always had a comment about my ‘onstage silhouette.’ Sexist pricks.” Linda and Thog shared a mutual sneer. “I caught a couple of uni productions, though. Ever been in anything I would have seen?”

“Eh, Thog was one of the extras in Firebreather Uprising. The Theater head looked at Thog’s background and figured Thog would make a good Pillager #1. And that was after Thog told her Thog was trying to get away from that life.”

Linda winced. “Ugh, typical typecasting.”

“To be fair, they were right. Thog do have an excellent war bellow. It even got a mention in the Sunbeam Press write-up. ‘Hauntingly real,’ they wrote. But really, the magical effects team did half the work.”

“Oh, don’t be modest, you lion, you,” said Linda, letting herself rest against Thog’s chest with a lascivious look in her eyes. “I’ll bet you have another roar left in the tank.”

Thog chucked in what they hoped was a wry manner. “Right now? In the middle of the lobby?” Lobby was a generous word considering the facility was open-air, but there was a decent-sized crowd in attendance.

“Well, let me check my schedule, tomorrow’s good-yeah, right now! Come on, don’t be chicken,” said Linda, nudging Thog playfully with her shoulder. “I’ve taken complaints about half these people, they wouldn’t bat an eye if a hippogriff flew right over and took a big dump on ‘em. C’mon. C’mooooon!”

“Well... Thog not sure tha-

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHH”

Everyone jumped, including Linda. Thog wasn’t exaggerating - the sound that emerged from deep, deep within their lungs reverberated from the lobby grounds to the stage and back with the force of several howling gales. Thog’s eyes had sunk back into their skull, and it took a few prolonged moments for the shaking to end even after their mouth closed shut.

After collecting themself, Thog noticed Linda’s fins - and entire body - completely blown back by their bellow, and they went into a mild panic. “Oh! Linda, sweetie, Thog’s so sorry, are you all r-”

“Got to freshen up.” Linda, wide-eyed, made her way over to the bathroom area - which, admittedly, was just a series of holes with optional privacy curtains, which she hurriedly utilized. Thog’s worries lessened when they caught a manic grin curling at the very edge of Linda’s lips as she left.

The rest of the crowd stared at Thog for a full minute before going back to their own conversations, but Thog could care less. Thankfully, Thog did have the presence of mind to retape their next gift box - containing a custom embroidered starsilk shawl - to the bottom of Linda’s seat before she came back.

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Thog and Linda Go On A Date

Chapters | 1 2 3

Chapter One

“Oh, Thoggy! Are you here to pick me up already?”

Linda peered out the window of her third story apartment. Thog’s ground-trembling entrance was unmistakable. Then again, they were the only dragon she had ever known to use their head to knock on a door.

“Oh, uh. Thog apologize,” said Thog, craning their neck up. “Thog just excited to begin a lovely evening.”

“Oh, you’re a sweetheart. But gosh, I just got home from the office ten minutes ago!” Linda laughed. “I’m still in my yoga pants!”

Thog turned their cheek bashfully. “Thog think you look lovely whatever you wear.”

Linda uttered a giggle that reverberated through the building’s hallways, a sound her neighbors had become unwillingly accustomed to. “And so flattering, too. Okay, you dog. I can stretch out better in a restaurant anyway than in this overgrown closet. Just let me feed Bonkers and I’ll head on down.” A loud and demanding meow rang from the inside of Linda’s combination kitchen and living room. “Yeah, you, you little turd blossom! Jeez, I haven’t forgotten!”

After Linda turned her attention to her cat, Thog took a moment to do a mental inventory of every gift they had planned for the night. Thog had already talked to the theater and restaurant owners to make arrangements for a couple of surprises, but he was still quite nervous about how it would all go down. They had only been going out with Linda for a couple of months at this point, and they were worried that they might be coming on too strong. If Linda wasn’t completely swept off her feet by the time they got to their big reveal at the end of the night, there was a significant chance they could completely ruin their chances with the most enchanting woman they had ever discovered in their many long, bloody campaigns across Sornieth.

But when Linda came bursting out of the entryway door snapping her well-worn purse shut and busily adjusting the neck of her oversized sweater, Thog knew they were confident in their true feelings.

“A chef’s special for the happy couple. A gba bi ire.”

Colorfully weaved, fae-sized straw baskets and intricately painted pots decorated the inside of the restaurant Thog had picked for the date. Linda raised her eyebrows at the several small, circularly arranged dishes of rich, meaty stew that had just been set in front of her. This provided enough of a distraction to take attention away from Thog’s somewhat clumsy sleight of hand. The chef, an attractive orange snapper, gave an encouraging wink to Thog as he walked away. Thog chuckled nervously.

“Ooooh, what a spread! Good choice, Thoggy. I’ve been wanting to check this place out for ages.”

“Oh, yeah. Thog been here a few times already - oh, but Thog recommend Linda save the goat for last,” Thog said, just noticing which bowl Linda was reaching for. “That’s the best one.”

“Mmm, good thinking. I always find my meals most enjoyable when I eat in a crescendo.” Linda took a heaping helping of the chicken instead. “So I hope this question isn’t too personal, sweetie, no judgment, but I’m dying with curiosity. Why the pronouns?”

Thog shook their head and raised a claw to reassure Linda, then took some time to phrase their answer. “Well, Thog doesn’t want to come off as that dragon, but Thog doesn’t subscribe to a rigid gender binary.”

“Really?” Linda’s tone may have read as insincere to a dragon that didn’t know her, but Thog could tell she was genuinely interested, even when talking through a mouthful of wat.

“No, for real. Thog of the opinion that gender simply too complex to pin down with a single identity.”

“You know, that’s never something I’ve given too much attention to? But you’re so right!” said Linda, waving around a fork for emphasis. “It’s such a hairy topic, even to bring up. My own father, bless him, always had words to say when I wore something that wasn’t sweet and girly enough. And when it was girly, it was always too revealing! But you know skydancers, real uptight. Am I on the right track here?”

“No, Linda’s getting it. Like, way more than Linda realizes. It took Thog far too long to get pointed in the right direction about these things.”

“Huh. When did you start coming around?”

“Thog majored in Gender Studies while abroad at Beacon of the Radiant Eye.”

Linda slammed on the table, coming dangerously close to overturning a few of the bowls. “No! Oh my Lightweaver, why didn’t you tell me you went to Radiant U???” She reached over to shake Thog by the shoulders in a manner that was both playful and completely outraged. Thog was impressed. Her grip was surprisingly strong. Thankfully, the gift still wasn’t spoiled.

“You’ve been a fellow Light Sprite this whole time, you big, dumb jerk? What else are you holding out on me with?”

“It just never came up, I guess? But yeah, Thog got a Bachelor’s and everything. What did Linda study?”

“Oh, it’s the same story as everyone else in Light. My parents made a big to-do about “study something practical, get yourself on a career track, mya mya mya mya mya.” Linda mimed a talking mouth with her claw in a high-pitched voice. “So I went and got my MBA, and guess what job openings there were when I graduated? Bubkes! So they stuck me behind a register at a tacky temple gift shop.”

Thog found a beat to squeeze into the conversation. “So Linda’s family is Light Orthodox?”

Linda lightly laid her claw on top of Thog’s. “No, darling, we’re Reform. Anyway, I had to find any way to get out of that musty basement that I possibly could. And I found an HR opening in Plague, of all places, so…” Linda shrugged. “Here I am.”

Thog nodded. “Thog imagine that the Plaguelands wouldn’t be first choice for a Light dragon.”

“True, true. And I was so worried before I left, but, you know? Not half as much as my family, of course. Oh, the bitching. But I have to admit! There’s a certain sort of, uh, phlegmy, throbbing charm about this place. It feels so alive, but it also keeps you on your toes. Makes you make sure you don’t accidentally roll out of bed. All the little mouths and orifices and whatnot.”

“Thog also feel lost without a faint sense of impending danger. That’s why Thog always put Razorbone under Thog’s bed before sleep each night.” Thog patted the trusty, well-worn machete at their hip. Linda gazed at Thog’s midsection with a brief, ravenous lust before continuing.

“Is that what brought you here?” said Linda, nibbling on her finger. “Find a certain appeal in the… relaxed open carry policies?”

Thog looked askance. “It’s… complicated.”

Not one to be deflected, Linda leaned in. “Well, you should know by now that you can’t keep a secret from me for very long, Mister Big and Tall. Mrs.? Mixes? There really should be a gender neutral honorific for that. Oh, it all comes back together! Anyway, tell me now.”

Thog went wide-eyed and upturned the bowl of goat stew in a moment of panic, revealing a pair of gorgeous chromastone earrings and a matching index ring beneath. “Happy two months!”

“THOGGYYYYYYY!!!”

Linda was ecstatic, much to Thog’s relief, to the point where the table was no longer an obstacle between them. The rest of the dinner was thrown in random directions across the restaurant, but neither of them cared. Thog had bought themself some time, and Linda was happy enough to let the matter slide for a bit longer. Thog did look around, though, and mouthed “sorry” to the chef who was watching from the kitchen. The chef, with a satisfied look in his dreamy eyes, mouthed back an “eh” and began tabulating their bill.

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Thog and Doro?

Excuse me I was asking for crack ships not The Best Idea I've Ever Heard

Nonbinary college-educated barbarian slash devilishly charismatic bachelor chef?? I desperately want to go into more detail but my thoughts are being drowned out by the sounds of meat slapping together

I would say Thog's wife Linda would be the one thing stopping it from happening but if anything she'd be encouraging them both by showering them with alcohol

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Linda! ■

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Thog didn’t exactly have a place to speak of (they’re pretty used to sleeping outside), so when Thog and Linda got hitched, Thog ended up moving into Linda’s rather cramped apartment. Recently, though, their requisition for larger housing was approved, and they just moved into a nice, roomy place of their own! Complete with a wide assortment of pets that Linda refers blanketly to as “cats”. (Her favorite, Bonkers, is a gryphlet that is quite adept at breaking furniture.)

Granted, the building itself is grown directly from the bone and flesh of the Contagion, but it was nothing that Linda couldn’t spruce up with her knack for home decor.

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i would give cuddlebunches a smooch but i think any mouth contact might result in me obtaining several new diseases so she just gets a pat on the head while i kiss thog and linda and punch gronkhork in the face

All at the same time I hope

[goannafr]

hsappy birthday @dikdikrising 

thog x linda otp 4 lyf

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once again i am asking u to continue thog x linda i need to know what happens next with my otp uwu

I want to!!!! The next chapter is already half written but life things keep getting in the way 🙀

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heffalump and thog

Two big boys with gruff outward exteriors but are kind, gentle souls once you get to know them? Ohohoho I like the way you think

Thog gets stranded from his company during a protracted military excursion to the Southern Icefield and runs across Heff, whose knowledge of the local terrain helps them find shelter nearby. They shack up while waiting for Thog's company to track them down and the rest of the fic writes itself. 95% chance of gay showers followed by smouldering beefy hailstorms

And it goes without saying that Linda would not only approve but be DELIGHTED and demand every salacious detail of their tryst while she holds Thog captive via bedrest

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I couldn't pick just one from @goannafr 's lair so here's a whole gaggle of em

Frog is a frog (and therefore cool), Deathclaw is a dashing lesbian pirate (cool by default), Gobboglin is my Thog and Linda's darling son, Jolene is a folk singer heartthrob, and Bogsnitty is a prettyboy surfer. All perfect dragons, A+ quality would contemplate for days on end

Oh and I would be REMISS if I forgot @dire-vulture :

There's Tarragon (obviously), Ricotta the pasta goddess, Devilsaur the badass biker grandma, Squeak the psychedelic party animal, Sugarpaws the coffee-loving tailor and oh god I'm already up to five and I'm only at page two they're all perfect okay

Who is your favourite dragon…….of somebody ELSE’s?! Who are you just obsessed with from someone else’s lair?

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Thog and Linda are dating by the way