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This is our TAZ sideblog. Our favorite arcs are Suffering Game and Crystal Kingdom. Check out our About Us. Follows from @spookyhetero and @clarkentismyalterego. “Taako, you are my heart.”
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Lucretia would love to say that there wasn't much that surprised her anymore, but that was horribly inaccurate and incredibly easy to prove false. Last week, she had been surprised to tears when Merle held her hand, even though Merle held her hand all the time (he did that even with his memories gone, though it had been much more weird for both of them then). And even two days ago, she had nearly startled herself to hell and back when Angus told her that "you actually don't hide your depression symptoms very well, ma'am" and "maybe you need to seek some professional help? I have some great therapists I can recommend!"

Anyway.

No, Lucretia couldn't say she wasn't hard to surprise. But despite knowing all of that, standing in the tiny living room of Magnus's childhood home, getting hugged by two women whose arms wrapped around her the exact way Magnus's did? Cut her some slack, why wouldn't that be surprising?

"Thank you for staying with him," one of Magnus's moms said— Amelia? Fuck, of course Lucretia knew it was Amelia, she had drawn her dozens of times, recreating and refixing the worn-down photo that Magnus insisted on keeping on him the first few years of their century running from the Hunger.

The words, "but I didn't" got stuck in Lucretia's mouth. She swallowed around the, and couldn't bring herself to do anything more than just nod. Gods. Fuck.

Magnus had been the one to tell her of the Planar Belts. Lup was supposed to have, apparently, but Magnus caught her first. An hour in their home plane wasn't a lot but the seven of them had far grown used to working under weird, constrictive time limits. And while they were still tracking down Lucretia's brother, Magnus's moms hadn't been hard to find at all. Story and Song had stretched across their planar system, yes, but the Hunger had already touched down when it did. And thus, every single planar system inside it heard it, too.

Lucretia had spent a lot of time after that wondering what her brother thought of her. And standing here with Magnus's moms doubled the thoughts' intensity. Would he be proud? Teary, like Amelia? Speechless, like his step-mom? Had he been worried about her? Had he given up on her coming back? Was he even still alive?

A small gust of wind caught against her skin and Lucretia looked up to see they were outside. Gods, she needed to get a grip on herself. How much time had passed? How much time did they have left?

A hand tugged on hers, leading her to sit down. It was Magnus. She settled onto a picnic bench in their back garden, surrounded by dozens and dozens of flowers.

This was not the first time she had been to this house. The memory was old, but the scent of rosemary brought it back. She and Magnus, much, much younger than they were now, still in their Institution days, back when the Institution of Planar Research had yet to tack the "And Exploration" onto the end of their name. They had been roommates for a semester, back when they both started out. Magnus had convinced her to spend Candlenights out here and she had felt much the same as she did now.

Yearning. For her brother, for a life she didn't yet have, and a life she hadn't begun to know.

Helplessness. Away from home for the first time, in the wake of her mother's death and her father's withdrawal into himself. Trying to figure out who she was in the world.

And hopefulness. Winter had been bitter, but it hadn't snowed, and Amelia was, in Magnus's words, "an expert at seasonal plants." Their garden had still been full and lush and while she had been invited to help tend to it, she hadn't wanted to, in fear of breaking something by accident.

That version of herself felt foreign now. How could Lucretia possibly break anything worse than what she had already done to her family?

Magnus nestled into her side as she lifted her head, trying to blink away tears.

"Ma said she's gonna get some new plants," Magnus said. "As 'celebration'." Lucretia snorted a little bit at the way he said it— Amelia Burnsides thought every event, no matter how big or small, was worthy of new plants. "You still like cornflower, right? 'Cause I told her to get cornflower for you."

"I—" Lucretia said, her throat suddenly a little tight. She turned away. Magnus didn't budge, merely wrapping an arm around her and holding tightly. Lucretia cleared her throat, trying to get a hold of herself. But instead of answering, her mouth said, "thank you for staying with me."

Magnus didn't respond, just squeezing her slightly. She wiped at her eyes, looking up towards the horizon. The two suns overlapped like flower petals. The wind chime played a little melody in the wind.

"Cornflowers are good," Lucretia said at last. "It's— tell her that'd be great, Magnus."

"Tell her yourself," Magnus said.

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[ID: A white banner with black text and a drawing of bluejeans with heart patches on either leg. The text reads “Blupjeans Week 2024″. End ID.]

Announcing Blupjeans Week 2024, a whole week dedicated to Barry and Lup from the Adventure Zone Podcast!

The week will run from Sunday May 26th to Saturday June 1st, honoring the anniversary of Episode 64. Any creative content is accepted, so feel free to share whatever you create! AI-generated content will not be accepted.

For Visual Artists: image descriptions are deeply appreciated! I'd like to make sure this event is as inclusive as possible, and not having to describe all the images myself allows me to run things much more efficiently!

Prompts Are:

May 26: Memory

May 27: Alternate Universe

May 28: Strings

May 29: Duet

May 30: Kiss

May 31: Loss

June 1: Reunion

Tag your posts #blupjeansweek2024 and @blupjeansweek to make sure I see it! If your post is not reblogged within a day or two please send me the post through message so I can reblog it here!

Happy Creating!

Blupjeans Week begins tomorrow!

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Hello everyone!! I'm kris :3 This is my very first post! I'm only here cause this is where the TAZ fans congregate now and no one on insta gets my visons /lh

I am very fixated on taako rn so expect a lot of him ,_,

In honor of the TAZGN6 coming out here's my take on Post-wonderland taako! I've wanted to do this for awhile :)

I wanted to take my post-wonderland taako seriously since it's an important moment to me, and a lot of what I see in other designs is just taako minus eyeliner with eyebags.

Just a heads up!!

i am not trying to imply anything about the features in the post wonderland design: I actually based it off a photo of myself. This design is more abt my own insecurities rather than calling the features themselves "ugly".

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[ID: An Illustration of Lady Godwin beheading the wolfman from TAZ vs Dracula. We only see the neck and disconnected head of the wolfman. He is stylized in red and yellow and between we can see Lady Godwin swinging her great axe. Her face is twisted in glee and anger on her dead blue skin. Her body is more purple and covered in scars and stitches. END ID]

GODS NOT DEAD BUT THE WOLFMAN IS

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I cannot truly predict how Ethersea season 2 will start but I needed to doodle this theoretical season 2 Devo design that’s been in my head for like a month, where it’s like three or five years after season 1 ends and he’s settled into his role as the schoolhouse’s jaded teacher who spends most of his time pulling all nighters in his pursuit to research ways to find and kill god in order to save one of his friends from the shark dimension, because what else are you supposed to do in your mid to late 20s

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