Oh great. I’ve seen tumblr nuke some of my fandom tags completely this week, but this is just asinine. I guess I figured that tumblr wouldn’t target such a relatively niche community, but I suppose I was wrong on that one.
Guess tumblr can’t handle that monsters are all Big Sexy 😥
Reblogging again in case anyone missed this bull when I posted it late last night.
If you are an active terato blogger pls like/reblog/reply to this post (just whatever you feel like) so that I can check your blogs out to get my dosage of terato content cause clearly tumblr ain’t willing to provide ((also just cause I wanna meet more people in the community!))
Please reblog this any of my terato followers as this is very important
I’m kind of surprised this is the first time I’ve drawn Lunala! I’ve loved its design ever since I first saw it; definitely one of my favorite legendaries.
I have determined that every piece of art of Tyrell comes out sexier than I intended.
After morphing for the first time in our first animorphs tabletop session, we discover that our clothes do not change with us and everyone ends up…well, naked. We all had clothes at the cabin since we were prepared for a weekend away…all except Tyrell who was there for a clandestine meeting with Katherine concerning the exchange of illicit materials.
They were forced to borrow Katherine’s pink bathrobe and owned it a little too hard.
Interested in the campaign? Check THIS out! Here you will find info/descriptions, rules and guidelines to this mostly original system, and links to the audio of the first 2 sessions!
The boy looks to be his age, and he wrings his hands like he doesn’t know what to do with them. Valdyrim considers the troll boy, thinking to the purpose of this gathering and a distant conversation with Father stressing the importance of forging alliances. So it is with his chin held high that he approaches the young troll, straight-backed and proud.
“Good evening,” he says, and the boy looks at him with wide, brown eyes. He doesn’t stop wringing his hands, but his surprise at being approached melts away into a friendly smile.
“Hello,” he says, and even in just a single word his accent is apparent.
“I am Valdyrim, firstborn son of an esteemed noble house,” Valdyrim introduces himself with an incline of his head, years of etiquette lessons making it almost reflexive. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“Hello,” the boy repeats. “I be too young for a name, but it be nice meeting you too.”
Lowkey Liminal 