#Terragon

[neontapirguts]

what, personal art? From Ops? a rare thing indeed!

Local eclectic tadpole eyed wizard brags about how he played a hand in making his foe fat as fuck, proud terragon arch lich tries to pretend he isn't enjoying this.

Both of them will never admit they are into this~

[wakinguponsaturday]

Halsin: Tell me something about yourself in return, why don't you? Come on - I'm sure you've got something better than carving wooden ducks.

My guild artisan tiefling who makes wood carvings for a living: I actually don't.

[certifiedceliac]

Nutty Risotto with Celery and Tarragon (via Sainsbury's Magazine)

[themagesrequiem]

"If you are reading this, you have been killed, and been resurrected, my dear Zachariah. The reason why you are resurrected is because long ago, when you were just a child, i helped you make a Phylactery. I knew this day would come when you would be killed by the system that hates males so much, but I knew if you were a lich, and could come back after that injustice, you would fight the system harder. You are welcome for the gift i have given you. Guard this with your life, it is your one phylactery that will allow you to come back no matter how many times you are killed. Protect it, hide it away. make more so you are harder to kill. Fight the system in unlife that I could not take down in my time here. Be the thorn in their side that will poison them slowly. Make them regret ever killing you"

[scolopendrisims]

Ok I'm eternally on a journey to eat every plant animal and fungus the human body can accept so if anyone knows of some uncommon herbs or spices (for USAmericans) I need to try please lmk

[purplecladmerchant]

Because it took me an eternity doing the third mates, I decided not to do lineart when doing the hexbuds, just my usual clean sketches.

Anyway, here's Tarragon, the plant keeper, the last dragon!

[one-little-nerd-stayed-home]

Anyway You know something that's real fucked up? There are only three Hexbloods left in Eldermourne. Others carry the name of course, but there are only three left with the magic in their blood, and that's for the best. They agree on that most days.

Better to leave that behind.

But even long lives end eventually, the arcane magic in their blood burns out and they die, peacefully or painfully and the Hexbloods can truly become the legends of Outerborough.

But here's the kicker.

Eventually there will be no Hexbloods left in the world, Thats just the way of things.

But before that happens. Before there are no Hexbloods left, there will be just one.

[ticklemerainbows]

[dailynewskit]

Terragon's $9M raise gives credence to the market maturity in Africa’s cloud and martech space

As one of the well-known data and cloud martech companies in Africa, Terragon, via several products, gives its clients (primarily telecommunications and financial services companies) data on the continent’s growing consumer markets. Adrenaline, one of its main products, is a telco-data monetization solution that lets telcos diversify their income and marketers access specialized audiences…

[bunjywunjy]

bunjy recipe book- Crustless Quiche of Eternal Dinners

this is a reliable, quick, and infinitely modifiable recipe that uses an entire three eggs plus whatever you have in the fridge to give you and several friends an excellent dinner time! crust is the most labor intensive and also the most boring part of the quiche, so getting rid of it really opens up entire worlds of possibilities for what is basically a very easy modifiable egg pie.

you will need:

a glass or porcelain 9-in pie dish, well greased

3 eggs

1/3 cup milk

1/3 cup heavy cream

salt and pepper to taste

this will give you a basic custard to enclose your fillings! and the fillings are up to you- good basic combinations to add are cheese/vegetables (like leek/gruyere), cheese/starch (like sharp cheddar/potatoes), cheese/vegetable/starch (like smoked cheddar/sweet onions/potatoes), cheese/vegetable/meat (like mozzarella/rehydrated sun-dried tomatoes/italian sausage), and cheese/meat (like cream cheese and lox).

you will need to fully cook your ingredients before you add them to the quiche if they are raw- saute your veggies and meats (DON'T FORGET TO ADD SALT), shred your cheese, and microwave your potatoes before chopping them into chunks. make sure that you remove any liquid or excess oil from your ingredients before you add them, as they can cause bubbles of weird hot liquid or a lot of oil buildup under your quiche. just put them on a paper towel for a little bit before you add them to the dish.

you can also add some spices to your custard when you mix it to complement your ingredients! there should always be salt and black or white pepper in there, but think about what other spices you have lying around that might go with what you're using. if you're doing mozzarella/sun-dried tomatoes/Italian sausage, add a couple shakes of italian seasoning blend, or basil/oregano/terragon! if you're doing cream cheese/lox, throw some dill in there! using a smoked cheese? add smoked paprika! you can add anything from dry spices to a couple shakes of hot sauce, mustard, or even worcestershire sauce if you think it'll work. sky is the limit.

once your ingredients are dry and your custard is assembled, you're ready to build your quiche! take your empty pie pan and grease it up real well with olive oil or butter, and layer in your starch and/or meat if you're using either of those. add your veggies in a thin layer on top of this, and then cover the whole thing in a layer of shredded cheese if you're using it! (cream cheese, ricotta, and cottage cheese should be swirled into the custard instead) lastly, pour in your custard and tease the vegetables and cheese around with a fork until everything is mostly submerged.

bake in a 350° preheated oven for 30 minutes and allow to cool before slicing.

keeps well in the fridge for over a week, some assemblages are good hot or cold! enjoy your infinite dinners.

[ahhhhhhhghghhhgg]

‼️TWST OC‼️

PLEASE INTRACT, I WANNA TALK ABOUT MY OC AND I WANT YOU TO TALK ABOUT YOUR OC’s TOO PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU

(And if anyone would maybe be willing to draw him i would really appreciate it especially since I can’t draw AT ALL)

First Name: Terragon (his name sounds like "terrain" and "dragon," hinting at the gargoyle heritage)

Last Name: rock (he had no last name and had to pick one to put on forms)

Physical appearance: Terrifyingly pale from lurking in the shadows, yellow eyes, dark blue hair, reptile wings and tail but he usually keeps them hidden, two black horns on top of head.

Pet: spider named Hank he keeps on him at all times, Hank can usually be found in Terragon’s hair

Species: Gargoyle

Unique magic: “ Relic Warden” it is a spell that he uses to keep himself from turning to stone when it’s day, the power can also be used to briefly bring Gargoyle statues to life in order for Terragon to collect information from them when in need.

About Gargoyles: They are a nocturnal, winged-humanoid race that turns to stone during the day, While "Gargoyles" are commonly associated with the architectural elements of buildings, they are a distinct supernatural race within the broader category of Fae. Gargoyles are often seen rhyming when speaking and to use spells.

Gargoyles live in clans, which protect their rookeries and surrounding areas,they have a strong sense of community and territoriality. A young gargoyle is supposed to be raised by the entire clan as they protect the younglings and teach them how to survive.

Back story: From Terragon’s earliest memories he’s always been alone, from the moment he opened his eyes he was alone in a place of broken ruins with no clan and nobody else in sight, for years he would wander about during the night and turn to stone as soon as the sun came up, one day when he was still very young an explorer found his ruin home, as the explorers search stretched into the night he was quite startled to see one of the very statues he was studying turn into a frightening and quite frightened little boy. After a while of talking to the little boy the explorer (who just so happened to study the gargoyle species) realized that Terragon was without a clan and without protection, so the explorer whom Terragon just called pa, took him in and raised him, together Terragon learned how to control his magic and even found his signature spell “ Relic Warden” it is a spell that he uses to keep himself from turning to stone when it’s day, the power can also be used to briefly bring Gargoyle statues to life in order for Terragon to collect information from them when in need. It has been long since then and his pa has long since passed, Terragon is 170 now and has joined Night Raven College to hone his magic skills as he hopes to uncover what really happened to his ancestors.

[neontapirguts]

all the terragons i got to design this month <3

[wakinguponsaturday]

Losing my mind about Wyll with horns after you convince him not to kill Karlach. Corruption of the soul made manifest and in service of good rather than evil yes yes of course but also my tiefling is vibrating with excitement. Now she has TWO friends with horns

[undiscovered-horizon]

hello! if you accept requests for one peaceLive action (I hope)

could you write reader x sanji and I have a strange idea

what if with reader flirting.... another cook? and Sanji feels not just jealousy, but double jealousy... it's very strange, I know, but still I think it's quite interesting.

thank you in advance🙏💕

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The smell of spices, ripe fruit and freshly made food hits your nostrils. It's markets like this that truly show the genius loci of the place. Mobs of people roll through the narrow spaces between stalls that are bending under the weight of displayed products.

You glance at Sanji, who's walking next to you. Judging by the bliss on his face, you'd think you're in heaven and not some unmarked island in the middle of nowhere.

Then a specific aroma reaches you - something you haven't smelled in a long time but could never forget. It's tangy, creamy and herbal...

"Can you smell it?" you turn to Sanji, suddenly stopping in your tracks. Excitement bubbles inside your chest and cherished memories of beautiful days with wonderful people flash before your eyes.

"You'll have to be a little more precise, love," he answers with undeniable fondness in his voice. His thumb is softly rubbing the skin of your hand.

"Lemon tarragon sauce," you say as if it's the most obvious thing. Looking around, you catch a glimpse of a pot filled with yellow-ish, creamy dip. "Right there!"

Tugging at his arm, you pull him in the direction of the stall and the source of the delightful smell. The market stand is managed by a man around your age. He has a head full of black, dense curls that perfectly suit his tanned skin. There's a clean dish towel tied around his neck as if it's an ascot. Skilled, muscular hands move between pans, pots and counters as he's restlessly grilling meat, fish and prawns to put them in cones made from newspaper and layer the tarragon sauce on top.

The street cook looks up from the dishes when he notices customers approaching. As his dark eyes set on you, the man suddenly perks up and a playful smile curves his raspberry-coloured lips.

"Mademoiselle," he says with a certain intensity to his voice. It almost sounds like he's asking you something.

Sanji immediately cringes at the man's tone. This suave, decadent drawl is something he's also used the very first time he saw you. And considering the fact that you're tightly holding his hand, it had worked perfectly. Now just to make sure that this terragon-smelling, ascot-wearing sleazy guy isn't as successful.

"How can I thank you for brightening up my day?"

"I'd love a serving of prawns with tarragon sauce," you say thrilled. It seems that you're either missing the flirtatious aura surrounding the man or you're willfully ignoring them.

Sanji feels his chest tighten and a bitter taste fills his mouth. Why would you be so excited about someone else's cooking? Worse - what if you will prefer that guy's food over his?

The street cook gets to grilling freshly caught prawns. His fingers skilfully dance in the air as he seasons the seafood and mixes it in the pan. Garlic and lemon pepper fragrances overthrow your senses.

The ascot-wearing man gives you a curious look. "What are you looking for at the end of the world, flower?" he asks.

But before you can answer, Sanji cuts in. "We're on a shore leave," he answers coldly. "Won't stay for long."

"That's a shame," the local chef continues unaffected by Sanji's impertinence. His eyes are fixed on you, eating you up like you're the local delicacy and not the seafood in the pan. "At night the island looks even better. Not that it could compare," he says with a wink.

In a swift move, the man moves the prawns from the pan onto a page from a newspaper. He quickly rolls the paper into a cone. Clearly, he's been doing this for a very long time.

"You're from around here, right?" you carry on the conversation.

"Born and raised, ma cherie," he answers with pride. That shouldn't come as a surprise - ever since the Marines built a base on the surrounding archipelago, the islands have been filled with immigrants who couldn't care less about local traditions and customs.

Sanji feels his irritation only growing, hearing how the pet name rolls off the man's tongue naturally, as though he's calling you by your given name. It feels wrong down to the marrow of his bones.

"So, as a local, can you recommend something to pass the time?"

The bitterness Sanji involuntarily tastes on his tongue is mixed with sweetness that only you can bring him. Of course you don't notice the flirtatious tone - you just want the tarragon sauce and something fun to do before tomorrow comes and the Straw Hats are off for another voyage.

Then, another nice thought stirs inside his head. Maybe you're too deep in love with Sanji to even notice another man's interest? The idea makes him giddy like he's a schoolgirl with a crush. He almost misses the next part of the conversation, too busy with his adorable, a little cringy, daydream:

"While the weather is still good and the nights are warm, skinny dipping is quite popular," the local cook answers while pouring tarragon sauce over the grilled prawns. "Much better with good company," he purrs out. "Prawns with tarragon sauce, on the house." The man hands you your order but with only one cocktail stick as though the blond chef next to you doesn't count as a customer.

Excited, you take the paper cone from the street vendor. But before you can try the food, Sanji takes the stick and takes the first bite.

A frown enters his face as he chews the prawn. Then he sighs in disappointment.

"Do you seriously call this cooking?" he asks the ascot-wearing man. His voice is laced with anger and disbelief. "A fishman would make a better sauce. It's missing white wine and anise. And there's too much garlic."

You hiss his name out but Sanji appears unaffected. Forcing a polite smile, you turn to the street vendor, who's glancing between you and your boyfriend with a look of superiority. "Thank you for the food and sorry for Grumpy over here."

Only when you're a few paces away from the vendor and definitely out of earshot, do you confront Sanji about his mordant humor.

"No need to get snappy."

He forces his lips into a thin line. "His food is shit and he keeps making piss poor attempts at flirting when you're clearly," he lifts your intertwined fingers, "not a mademoiselle." Although Sanji quotes the word in mockery, it sounds delicious coming from him. If you weren't already sharing his bed, right now you'd be seriously considering it. Planning it even.

"So that's what this is about?" you ask as laughter forces its way out of your chest. Considering how whipped you are for Sanji, it seems ridiculous that you could think romantically about other men. "You're jealous about a smooth-talking cook. Sounds like someone I know."

"Does it?" he picks up on your banter. That familiar, playful smile returns to his face. His eyes momentarily light up, flashing you a glint of various emotions: desire, amusement, adoration. "How many smooth-talking cooks have you seduced?"

You shrug your shoulders and shake your head dramatically. "Don't know. Never bothered to count. I'm just looking for someone to make me lemon tarragon sauce any time I want."

Sanji's hand again rubs the skin of your palm. His other hand reaches for your face, fingers brushing against your jaw. "For you, little dove, I'd make tarragon sauce every day."

"With white wine and anise?" you ask, leaning in slightly. His scent of cigarette smoke and frying oil fills your lungs. Suddenly, the market around you is nonexistent and there's only Sanji.

"The best lemon tarragon sauce you've ever had," he murmurs against your face. His nose brushes against your cheeks.

"I already have the best."

His lips taste like lemons, butter and herbs when he kisses you. Honestly, this is the best version of the sauce you've ever had.

[themagesrequiem]

hiyo friendos! Gonna start posting my SFW/dnd art over here again. Figured i'd start with something small. We will see if I keep up with it haha. This is my boy Zachariah! he is a terragon (think elf and dragon mix) When a terragon dies, they fill them with flowers for Burial Ceremony purposes. Unfortunately when you are undead, those flowers sometimes stick around.~ Don't mind me, just drawing my boi

[delusionallex]

HELLO‼️

I was wondering if you would maybe sketch my twst OC Terragon, I’m really super proud of him and I would love to really be able to see my character come to life but I have 0 art skills and your art is so scrumptious looking. If you think you might draw him you can find all the information about him on my masterlist under “Terragon”

Of course you don’t have to do anything<3 remember to drink water and not get hit by a bus

(Your yuumeship is adorable btw)

yooooo first tumblr req, hope you like it cuz i was truggling to find a pose- anyway tysm for liking my yumeship and your care <333333