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its called fashion merle look it up. 

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    adventuring  party  feeling  stale?     want  someone  else  to  trigger  all  the  dungeon’s  traps?     keep  losing  your  tank  at  the  worst  of  times?

            pick  up  your  new  GOBLIN  sidekick  today  wherever  weary  travelers  and  fearless        adventurers  meet !

like  /  reblog  if  you’d  be  interested  in  writing  with  a  fandomless  goblin  oc  currently  wielding  a  haunted  shield  and  serious  confusion  regarding  the  world  of  man.

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A wlw: girls!!!

every other wlw within a 50 mile radius, cheering as they run to hit the reblog button: girls!!!!!

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i cry on the toilet i want her back but not her // more like an ideal her open with her loving this is going nowhere i wash my face there is no point in feeding this ache with more thrashes

—  Jill Khoury, from “Washing my face before bed, mother’s day 2018,” published in Inverted Syntax

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never seen parks n rec in my life but this bit is Peak Taako

✨ kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous ✨

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you put on your uniforms which are crisp and bright red, um, some of you have jackets, some of you have robes. that’s up to you…taako?

both! don’t even trip! jacket on top of robe

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daelgar‌ (kali).

    Kali breathed out a sigh of relief as they agreed, body language visibly relaxing as she bent down to pick up her staff, putting it away in the slot on her back. “The Inquisition has only really heard rumours, and I know the ones spread about me can be quite fantastical,” she spoke, wringing her hands, “but I can see you are a very talented mage. You’re very bright.”

“i’m more than that.” she is, after all, the world’s strongest sorceress, according to GOD himself. it had once been a token of pride, but now she wears it as a curse. green eyes fall away, ears flicking briefly before pinning against her skull. “tell me how can i help, and i will do so. i will never turn my back on those who need me.”

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luteplayed‌ (karus).

❛ .. yeah. ❜ karus had taken on some sidework after being released from the first adventure he and his friends had gone on. they had all gone separate ways– and where was karus to go? he had to keep busy. but sometimes this got a little overwhelming. ❛ there wasn’t anything we could do to– .. to save him. ❜ 

“that’s... disheartening.” green eyes fall away, down to the paperwork before her. her shoulders rise and fall in a sigh as she STRUGGLES to keep herself together, to push her emotions away and try to figure out the best course of action. this is where madame director does what lucretia could not. “i will have to tell the reclaimers, of course; this is their task, now. how are you, though?” 

“--were you hurt?”

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takofromtv‌ (little/big brother!).

       When she says that he could steal all of the blankets && pillows he needs – HE DOES. Taako practically transfers all of the bedding to the floor - using random parts in the walls, the table, and whatever he could find to make the blankets hang around the room. The floor, he covers in pillows - well, he sets the pillows on the ground, it wasn’t like Lucretia had dozens to spare. When he’s done, he lays himself across the ground — stretching himself out as much as he could.  Then he hears her enter the room once more,  he lifts his head just a bit to look at her.  “did you… did you find brownies??”  

she searches through the kitchen for a few minutes, opening first the cabinets and then the fridge. a soft noise, a victory gasp, comes as soon as she finds the brownies. those are grabbed up, along with a carton of milk and two glasses. if they’re going to have a cuddle night, then they’re going to do this right! especially given the last few cycles and just how HELLISH they’ve been.

“brownie queen, at your service!” lucretia calls, opening up the door with her shoulder. “it was a tremulous battle, but i emerge victorious! and you-- you have built quite the palace. is there enough space in there for TWO?”

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* watership down

watership down is a novel by richard adams.

‘ by yourself, alone? ’ 

‘ you can’t. you’d die. ’

‘ i’ll look after you. ’

‘ i think that’s something we can only wait for. ’  

‘ what do you think of that? ’

‘ you need a rest. ’ 

‘ i’ll tell you all about it later on. ’

‘ you hurt? ’

‘ they didn’t want to disturb you. ’

‘ just let me look after you for a bit. ’

‘ are you all right? ’

‘ how did you get that wound? ’

‘ can you hear me? ’ 

‘ i don’t blame you. ’

‘ you haven’t got to. ’

‘ if you are not careful, people will begin to trust you. ’

‘ i can’t trust anyone else, but you’ll come with me, won’t you? ’ 

‘ can we trust you? ’ 

‘ i don’t like this story. i know i’m not brave – ’

‘ let me go! let me go! ’

‘ why did you cry like that, if you were all right? ’

‘ you’re all alone, sharp and clear, like a dead branch against the sky. ’

‘ come down there: we can talk more easily. ’

‘ you can see the whole world. ’  

‘ the funny thing is that you feel terrified to stay and i feel terrified to go. ’  

‘ there’s nothing to be afraid of. ’

‘ there’s nothing to worry about. ’

‘ i don’t want to go. ’

‘ i feel very sad. ’ 

‘ he seems quite at home with you. ’  

‘ where do you come from? ’

‘ does the thunder worry you? ’ 

‘ are you sure? ’

‘ and if that’s not meeting your fears halfway, then i don’t know what is. ’

‘ why can’t we go home? ’

‘ do you really think we will? ’

‘ what’s your idea, then? ’

‘ why’s he called that? ’

‘ he’ll remember that. ’

‘ that is the test of your belief. ’

‘ well, i thought, this sounds hopeful. ’

‘ couldn’t wake him up. ’

‘ how can we find them? ’ 

‘ are you trying to make me angry? ’

‘ how can we find them? ’

‘ do you know he was out all night in the rain? ’

‘ can we go back to sleep now? ’

‘ we can’t fight them. ’

‘ let’s hear the rest of the story. ’

‘ i hope you understand. ’

‘ have a look outside and you’ll see why. ’

‘ i’m not going to get angry because you call me stupid names. ’ 

‘ what’s the alternative? ’

‘ it doesn’t matter where. ’  

‘ just you and i? ’

‘ but what else is there to hope for? ’  

‘ it’s all forgotten. ’

‘ then all the rest follows. ’

‘ it’s no good. ’

‘ run! ’

‘ piss off! ’

‘ bad place. ’

‘ yes, yes, all friends. ’

‘ i don’t know what it is. ’

‘ you can hide there and i’ll join you. ’ 

‘ come on, hurry up. ’

‘ they’re all mad, you know. ’

‘ blame you? blame you for what? ’

‘ unless you feel it isn’t safe? ’

‘ no, it’s safe enough. ’ 

‘ it must be something very bad. ’ 

‘ we’ve all got to stop running one day, you know. ’ 

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phoenixcursed‌ (magician).

        “ you know, i’m not even sure anymore. i guess a half-elf with magical capabilities? temperamental fire mage. “

“hey, same hat.” the director motions briefly to her own ears, then smiles gently. “aside from the evocation magic, of course; i prefer abjuration magic.”

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“...all right, i’ll BITE. what in the planer system are you supposed to be?”

@phoenixcursed​

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takofromtv (taako).

              “for real… no offence, but this place SUCKS.”   taako pulls his hair back into a bun, a sour expression still stuck on his features.   “&& i’malmost too hungry to cook…  do you think i left any macaroons lying around?”

“i can go look for you.” she pushes herself up from the desk, taking a moment to pop her back, and then briefly motions to her bed. “feel free to steal all the blankets and pillows you need. i’ll be right back. i seem to recall you made brownies at the end of the last cycle.”

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“it’s been a long day, a new cycle’s barely begun, and i am not here for any of this bullshit, taks. i dare say it’s time for something baked and a seven-man cuddle puddle.”

@takofromtv​

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