Doodled this last night while Tumblr was… down?
Abragos’ mortal form is human.
Mostly because I wanted to design some magey clothing, but it looks like my head is still in plate-pauldrons. LOL
silverruby: Doodled this last night while Tumblr was… down? Abragos’ mortal form is human. Mostly because I wanted to design some magey clothing, but it looks like my head is still in plate-pauldrons. LOL
Can you signal boost this please?
Apparently, one of Tumblr’s main servers — one responsible for posts and the dashboard — crashed hard. Some people got random things on their dashboards, and others got random posts on their blogs.
There are no hackers and Tumblr staff is trying to fix it, so please don’t panic.
faggitvekubby: World of Warcraft Fan Art: The Betrayer. by ~AlbertoChuqui
meocraft: Speedpaint commission! I tried a new way of doing sketch and some new coloring style too. I think this style is better for pieces where the focus is on face/head/hair, but it doesn’t look that good on armor… > Speedpaint sale info I’ve finished 4 commissions
Speedpaint commission!
I tried a new way of doing sketch and some new coloring style too.
I think this style is better for pieces where the focus is on face/head/hair, but it doesn’t look that good on armor…
I’ve finished 4 commissions today. Jeez.
darkforetold: tierfal: hismindpalace: mostgenerousguardian: meganphntmgrl: here’s to harold the most sensible person in creepypasta bless u harold harold’s got his shit together #harold just survived the first 5 mins of a supernatural episode ^ lol
here’s to harold
the most sensible person in creepypasta
bless u harold
harold’s got his shit together
#harold just survived the first 5 mins of a supernatural episode
^ lol
meeshay: thepirateking: “It’s called fashion, look it up, scrub.” cutie.
princeofathousandswords: The flowers upon his head have already begun to wilt, but he doesn’t really think about that. The vibrant orc in his hold doesn’t think about it either, her face lit up in joy. “Feiyn never gonna marry again,” she’d told him once. But he
The flowers upon his head have already begun to wilt, but he doesn’t really think about that. The vibrant orc in his hold doesn’t think about it either, her face lit up in joy. “Feiyn never gonna marry again,” she’d told him once. But he supposed never had already gone by. The step was awkward for him, but to make her happy, to have a perfectly good excuse to keep her close, to protect her (because fel, he knew she needed it and he wouldn’t mind fighting off the trouble she brought along like the train of her wedding dress)— he did it anyways. And maybe, very distantly, he was a little happy about it. But more so he was just itching to enjoy the drinks at the after-party and maybe some murder on the way home.
Needless to say, he was pleased when several mantid decided to crash the after party.
