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heckingclown · 1 year
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All the lil dudes chilling (and Gravel the frog trying to fit in 🐸)
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rossthren · 5 months
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The forest isn't safe at night.
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Yay new Helruse, also decided to make Tadhg into a lich.
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ryvols · 2 months
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there’s a hole where Something was
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pettyelves · 10 months
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👤Tadghfhijklmnop about Magdal (I will not be getting permission thank you)
Like you need my permission and fuck @fog-eye 's permission too.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah, Doc Fogeye," he began with a big smile and gregarious voice. "Wha' can I say about Magdal? She's GREAT, isn' she? She's calm. She's cool. She's collected. Wha' a woman, that Magdal FUCKIN' Fogeye." He slapped both his thighs like a midwesterner on his way to depart from the family barbeque. "Whew, I could wring that little chicken neck, I could. But once I were ovah my seething rage about being put outta work for nigh a month?" He thought for a while, letting out a little tun in whistles. "She ain' bad. Easy to speak too when she ain' shooting you... Don' see whatevah Dhole sees in her but I don' know tha' one well eithah. He seems a nuttah too, so maybe they's made for one anothah."
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wolfagenda · 1 year
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G E N E R A L
FULL NAME: Tadhg Callum Lachlain  (pronounced Tie-g)
NICKNAME(S): Tag
TITLE(S): None.
AGE: 30s
DATE OF BIRTH: April 20th
RACE: Gilnean Human
GENDER: Cisgender Male
PRONOUNS: He/Him
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS: Widowed
PROFESSION(S): Hunt Master, animal trainer, field guide & tracker. Enforcer for the mercenary company Glove & Gauntlet.
LANGUAGES: Common, conversational Dwarvish
A P P E A R A N C E
HAIR: Dark brown. Fades to a reddish/golden brown along the tips in the summertime.
EYES: Hazel/green. Left eye is now milky and blind.
HEIGHT: 6′4″ (H) / 7′3″ (W)
BUILD: Broad shoulders, compact muscle.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS (visible):
A large scar runs the left side of his face, from the center of his forehead, over his left eye, down to his left cheek. The eye is obviously blind.
COMMON ACCESSORIES:
Two massive Gilnean hounds, Bruiser & Buster.
An old silver cigarette tin with a rose stamped on the cover.
A boot knife.
A gold chain holding two golden bands.
A hunting rifle.
A B O U T
Tadhg is a stoic man who is not prone to showing emotion in public. Despite his frequent silence and rare words in a group setting, when he is with people he knows he is quite conversational; even boisterous. He is a loyal to and a fierce protector of those close to him. Sensitive and intuitive, there is a gentleness that speaks to a desire to listen and offer counsel. He is afflicted, but is not open about it.
Want to know more? Interact or RP!
•extroverted / introverted / in between.
•disorganized / organized / in between.
•close minded / open-minded / in between.
•calm / anxious / in between.
•disagreeable / agreeable / in between.
•cautious / reckless / in between.
•patient / impatient / in between.
•outspoken / reserved / in between.
•leader / follower / in between.
•empathetic / indifferent / in between.
•optimistic / pessimistic / in between.
•traditional / modern / in between.
•hard-working / lazy / in between.
•cultured / uncultured / in between.
•loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.
•assertive / timid / in between
P E R S O N A L
HOBBIES: Farming, hunting, wood carving, cooking
SKILL(S): Animal training, tracking, hunting, cultivating the earth, woodworking, cooking, keeping children calm
RESIDENCE: Elwynn
BIRTHPLACE: Gilneas
AFFILIATIONS: The Autumn Oath (disbanded), Alliance military (former), Glove & Gauntlet (current).
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
SPOUSE:
Anna (Kelly) Lachlain. Deceased.
CHILDREN:
None.
PARENTS:
William Lachlain, father. Deceased.
Eithne (Farrier) Lachlain, mother. Deceased.
SIBLINGS:
None.
OTHER RELATIVES:
All deceased.
PETS/COMPANIONS/FAMILIARS:
Constant companions:  Bruiser & Buster, Gilnean hounds.
Numerous wild-living companions; too many to name.
V I C E S
SMOKING:  never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
DRUGS: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
ALCOHOL: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
O T H E R
FACE REFERENCE(S): Clive Standen (namely as Rollo in Vikings)
VOICE REFERENCE(S): Raspy cockney accent. Very This.
ALIGNMENT: Neutral
SERVER: Moon Guard - Alliance
OTHER:
18+ Only. 25+ preferred.
Open to most themes. Just ask.
Always looking for connections.
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@stxryteller​
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theoriginalladya · 1 year
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WIP Wednesday
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Still waiting to hear on the status of the hard drive (please be finding all the documents! please be finding all the documents!!!!) but I have had some muses poking bits and pieces at me. Here's a bit from Caleb Shepard's first post war story when he finally gets to go back to Shannon.
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“An’ jus’ who might you be?”
It was strange being home after so long.  In a way, Caleb felt like an outsider; Irish, yes, yet no longer a native.  The man standing in front of him reminded him of Mr. O’Neill who’d run the corner store when Caleb was young; big and burly, auburn haired with fiery green eyes and a temper that matched, sparking even at just the thought of slighting him.
He'd seen the Greystones take O’Neill out from one of the rooftops.  Unable to hold his anger when they helped themselves to whatever they wanted.  It’d been a message, cold and clear, and stoked that last push that had nearly obliterated the Reds. 
Sighing in frustration at the way he could see tendrils of history trying so hard to repeat itself, Caleb pushed the child behind him, planting himself as a shield between the lad and the conflict.  Well, maybe he could keep things from escalating this time. 
His companion appeared to have other ideas.  “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”
Caleb threw his free arm out in front of Coats, stopping him before he could move forward.  “Hammersmith –”
“An’ you are?” the older man demanded.  “Last time your kind were here they –”
Coats growled, actually growled, and Caleb grasped hold of his sleeve.  “You bloody bastard!  The Greystones took over London long before they ever set foot on your island!"
"Coats!"
"And you must be blind if you don’t recognize the man who just saved your sorry asses from extinction!”
The child – Tadhg, he’d said – stopped squirming behind him.  The man in front of them frowned, eyes darting between Coats and Caleb, wonder slowly chasing away the disbelief.  A few gasps nearby, hushed voices, but otherwise silence. 
Caleb swallowed tightly.  Yeah, he and Kaidan needed to have a long talk about where to go when they left Shannon.  If this was going to be the way he was greeted every time someone realized who he was, Caleb wasn’t sure he was ready for civilian life yet…
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visualsine · 1 year
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12. the first 5 words that come to your mind
21. favorite album(s)
HI TADHG
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funkyjunkyfangz · 2 years
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https://glitter-graphics.com/graphics/197023
OMG IT'S FOR ME!!!
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formidophobia · 2 years
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soooo sad I always want to send you sandman stuff but you're the only person I follow who posts it 😭
OMG LOL i am SORRY i am abnormal about sandman, ,, and for flooding your dash w it !! ty for thinking of me tho thats so sweet,,...
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heckingclown · 1 year
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Updated group shot!
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ryvols · 2 months
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more of they
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pettyelves · 10 months
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💰 (stoat)
A pale hand smooths over off-ginger hair, he breathes out a sigh and for a few moments he stands there. "Wha's she going to do?" He muttered, "Shoot you? Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-- a-yup, tha'll be exactly wha' happens." Knock knock knock. "Magdal! Mags! It's me, your good friend, Tadhg. You know, the one wha' you shot not once but twice in his legs? Remembah?" He called through the door, hearing the shuffling stop inside. "Could I ask a small favah? I'm in a bit of a bid out here, so if you could just.." "No, yeah.. I hear you. S'not serious is it?" Come from the door. "Oh, well, it ain't yet. But it migh' be. Just need a bit of coin and I can get it back to you by month's end," he said, relatively calm about it all. "Saeron'll keep me honest, right?" The door creaked just enough, it almost stifled her asking how much he'd need. Tadhg grinned lopsidedly at the elf hidden in the shadows of her own home. A chuckle left him and he spoke warm, "Lovely day for it, righ'?" It was the middle of the night.
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tagged by @dragonflylady77 
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@tdetriste @stxryteller​
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majinshop · 2 years
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Tadhg Clover Boho Rainbow Throw Pillow
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