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Only Natural
In which Gale’s attempt to come clean is interrupted by a bath, and Gale is not cut out to be a druid. Pre-Weave scene.
AO3 Link: More Than Magic - Chapter 1 - InquisitorLavellan - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]
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“Aster?” Gale called into the trees as he walked away from camp. It was rare to be able to catch one of their band of misfit, reluctant adventurers alone, so Gale was eager to seize the opportunity while the druid was away from camp for a moment.
Well, somewhat eager, somewhat terrified. Part of him hoped he would fail to find her and have an excuse to hold on to his horrible secret just a while longer. His anxiety caused the orb lodged in his chest to thrum, as if that secret were mocking him. He paused for a moment and took a deep breath, gathering his resolve. Even if she turned him away, even if she could never look at him the same way again, she deserved to know. She was the kindest, most generous person he had ever met, going out of her way to help anyone in need despite the imminent danger of ceremorphosis lurking in their skulls. She had given him so much, quite literally saved his life many times over, without question or hesitation, and the very least he owed her was the truth.
As he passed through a thick patch of trees, he emerged to find a small, secluded lake. The clear, still water reflected the vibrant hues of the sky painted by the setting sun. Rocks were scattered across the muddy shoreline, and leaning against one Gale spotted a familiar staff with a neatly folded leather coat beside it. She must be somewhere nearby, likely enjoying the picturesque display of nature’s beauty stretched out before him. He took a second to appreciate it himself before calling out again.
“Aster? I was hoping to talk to you about something, if you have a moment.” His eyes scanned the lake again, still not spotting the druid. As a gnome, her small stature did make it easier to hide, though her striking red hair somewhat negated that stealth advantage. Still, she might not currently be gnome-shaped at all, and if she were one of the many birds and squirrels visible along the lakeshore, he would hardly be able to tell.
He saw something emerging from the lake, which quickly revealed itself to be the top of Aster’s head. As she walked closer to the shoreline, the tips of her pointed ears broke the surface of the water, with the rest of her head and shoulders following quickly behind. Her wet brown skin glistened in the sunlight, freckles smattered across it like stars in the night sky.
“Of course. What do want to talk about?” she asked as she continued toward the shore. She grasped her auburn curls between her hands to wring the water out. It fell from her hair and cascaded over her shoulders like a miniature waterfall, droplets of water leaving curving trails over her ample breasts.
Hold on a moment. Her breasts. Gods, she was completely naked.
Gale felt his face grow hot as blood rushed to his cheeks and, well, . . . elsewhere. The orb in his chest began a familiar thrum as it always did when he experienced a strong emotion or physiological response. He closed his eyes and raised his arm in front of them, half making a show out of not looking and half attempting to obscure his flushed cheeks from view.
“Ahem,” he started, clearing his throat, “my apologies if I caught you by surprise, but you are aware that you’re not wearing any clothes, aren’t you?”
“One generally doesn’t when bathing,” she replied, and he can practically hear a smug smile in the tone of her voice. Alright, not the response he was expecting. It seemed he was the only one to have been caught unawares.
“Fair point,” he responded with a slight nod, arm still covering his eyes, “though I would counter that one generally does whilst having a conversation.” 
She laughed, “I forget how . . . weird non-druids can be about nudity. Clothes have their uses, sure, but there is nothing strange or shameful about our naked bodies; they’re only natural.”
He had heard druids had a more casual outlook on such things but had never been confronted with that philosophy head-on. Gale couldn’t imagine being so blasé about seeing someone naked. Especially her. The image of her emerging from the lake, all soft curves and sun-kissed flesh, popped into his head again and threatened to reignite the fire in his body that had only just started to subside. He prayed she would dress quickly so he could open his eyes again and stop his mind’s eye from running wild in the dark.
“Well, some of us are not prepared to embrace your free-spirited druid ways just yet.” There was an awkward pause as he waited for some signal that she had finished getting dressed. Surely it couldn’t take this long. Perhaps she simply enjoyed watching him squirm.
Mercifully, she spoke. “You can stop covering your eyes now.”
He opened his eyes to see a now fully dressed Aster, leaning her shoulders forward slightly as her hands rested on tilted hips. “So,” Aster said with a smile and a quick raise of her brows, “did you enjoy the view?”
Gale froze like a cornered animal, sensing the trap closing in. What response was she looking for? If he answered honestly that he had, would she think him a leering creep? If he lied or refused to answer, would she be insulted? Did she want him to find her attractive? He doubted she shared feelings similar to those he was developing toward her, but that didn’t mean she would not appreciate a compliment.
The right corner of her mouth lifted even higher into a devious smirk and there was a playful twinkle in her eyes, as if she could see the thoughts warring inside his head. Oh, she definitely enjoyed watching him squirm.
“As I am sure you are aware, you are a most attractive woman, though also rest assured that I was not attempting to spy on you,” Gale replied, finally settling on a carefully measured response that would hopefully not offend regardless of the answer she sought.
“Gale!” Aster replied with a tone of sarcastic shock, “I was talking about the lake! Doesn’t it look beautiful at sunset?” She tutted and shook her head in mock disapproval, “And here I thought you were a gentleman.”
Gale rolled his eyes and breathed out sharply through his nose. “Tease me if you wish, but you and I both know you were not talking about the lake.”
She laughed. “Speaking of talking, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”
Ah, right, he had come here for a reason that was not to thoroughly embarrass himself. However, now hardly felt like the time to discuss such serious matters. The right moment would come, and Gale prayed, to whom he wasn’t certain anymore, that the truth of his condition would not ruin everything.
“You know,” Gale lied, shaking his head, “I completely forgot.”
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thechaoticdruid · 2 months
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@vixstarria I'm late to the AA x gnome party but he actually kneels for one of them lol I thought it was the lip bite kiss but it's actually the chin grab one.
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And the 'on your knees' one is here. Man's bending over and it just makes me giggle at how hunched over he looks.
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thetinyscald-blog · 4 months
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I'm on a break rn but here are some sketches of my gnome tav Giwz and Karlach ~
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ansburg · 4 months
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cannot imagine getting mad about gnome racism when the main gnome cast is just like. white people who are purple
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im very sorry barcus tucci but you are distracting from a serious conversation about racism in western fantasy when the slave-keeping race of dwarves overwhelmingly look like this
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cromwell300 · 6 months
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We need Three rooms. Small, Medium, and Large
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planktonheretic · 4 months
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HS2023: Shortstack Trio!
So here's a closer look at some of the participants in this year's big group Christmas picture... Diana, Jorunna and Sophia form the center group! Gifts all around! If you're interested in taking part in such a series in the future, I'd recommend joining my discord server - that's where these things get announced first. Find the current invite link pinned to my twitter profile! (@planktonheretic) ----- @PlanktonHeretic Commission Info | Commission Queue | Patreon Tip Jar
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thegnomedome · 1 year
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Fun fact: We gnomes are actually marsupials! Our children’s hats fit rather exactly into our hats, point to point, and it gets stuck there until they get big enough for them to not fit under our hats(they kinda dangle).
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teallinum · 10 months
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a comm for Gearsin
price for such comm is $200 [more info]
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sugar-hamster · 27 days
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Zinlin the Gnome [FRONT-FACING BUST]
Zinlin the Rock Gnome from our Death House oneshot. This was made to be used as a token on Roll20. The character belongs to a friend of mine. Drawn by me, rendered by Pearline. Interested in commissioning me? Check out my Artistree: https://artistree.io/request/sugarhamster
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bchangart · 1 year
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D&D commission, Xanthe Steamwhisle the Gnome Artificer and Waking-Cloud the Half-orc Ranger-Rogue
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tapsiges · 5 months
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Some more Gnome Love <3
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normaltothemax · 7 months
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he does not do the domestic stuff well. he's so so bad at it. but getting a picnic together, with dead people music on a handheld stereo and a couple books for sal to check out with and game for phee and lucy, and rallying the troops for a park day terrorizing ducks and generally basking in the sun, he can do that. or attempt that anyway. anything for the kids.
The kids don’t think he does half bad. Lucy bobs his head and sings along to the music while they play. Despite sitting a little further away, Sal’s got a genuine little smile on his face as he reads. Even Phee is clearly and openly enjoying herself. The ducks are a huge hit (Lucy laughs as he chases them; Phee yells at Lucy for terrorizing them; Sal quite literally has them eating out of the palms of his hands), and by the time Arthur picks them up again, Phee and Lucy are both passed out on the couch. Sal carries a sleeping Lucy out to the car, Phee conked out in Arthur’s arms, and both children would have only good things to say, were they awake. Phee might even admit that she had fun—something that would be a small miracle. But she’s not, so she doesn’t. However, John’s planned outing still results in one miracle.
Sal manages to look him in the eye when he thanks him and bids him goodnight.
@talentforlying (x)
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creat0r-cat · 2 years
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Bill Cipher x reader (6) - Creator and Demon
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As we sped through the forest, I could faintly hear the shouts of my sister for help. My right eye burned, similarly to how it had earlier that day. I was scared, not for myself but for Mable.
Questions and worries flooded my brain. What if Norman really was a zombie? What if my sister was getting eaten alive at that very moment? Did I just get my sister killed by letting her go out on that date? I'm such a horrible sister. What will I tell mom, dad, and Grunkle Stan?
As we approached the clearing where the noise was coming from, my eyes widened. Dipper sputtered in confusion at what we were seeing. "The more you struggle, the more awkward this is gonna be.. just, okay, just get her arm, Steve." Shouted a little bearded man from a mossy rock. In front of him, was Mable, surrounded by more tiny men. 
"Let go of me!" She retaliated, punching one of them in them face then kicking him away. He landed near some rocks where be began to throw up a rainbow. Dipper and I exited the car, standing before the small crowd. 
"What the heck's going on here?" My brother asked, confused. The gnome from before hissed at us before returning to his brethren. "Guys! Norman turned out to be a bunch of gnomes and they're total jerks!" 
"Gnomes..? I murmured, realizing that I was right all along as the burning in my eye subsided. Dipper checked out the page in the journal, reading aloud that they had no known weakness. "Oh, great!" Groaned Mable from her spot on the ground, where she was now tied down like that one scene in Night At the Museum. 
"Let our sister go." I demanded and the gnome in front of me turned around to face us. "Oh, well. Hi! Sorry, this is all just a big misunderstanding. You see, she's going to marry all 1,000 of us and become our queen for all of eternity. Well, that is, unless you want to take her place?" He said, looking up at me. "You are a more suitable candidate, after all you are older than she is. She's only a last resort if I'm being honest and even then we'd wait till she was of age before doing anything. I mean, we aren't that creepy." I glared at him. "As much as I appreciate your honesty and the fact that you guys don't want to be pedophiles, you won't be marrying either of us."
"Yeah! You're all a bunch of butt faces!" Mabel shouted before one of her captors covered her mouth. "Listen, you don't want to mess with us gnomes. You two don't know what we're capable of. We're a powerful race so do not trifle with-" He was interrupted by Dipper easily scooping him up with a shovel and tossing him away. We ran forward, knocking away the other gnomes and cutting the bindings easily with the shovel's edge. 
I picked Mable up and the three of us ran to the golf cart. "Seat belts." I reminded them before reversing and speeding out of the clearing. We could faintly hear the shouts of the gnomes behind us. "Hurry, before they catch us!" Shouted Mable and Dipper patted her on the shoulder. "I wouldn't worry about it. Did you see their little legs? Those suckers are tiny."
A roar from behind us drew the twins's attention away and their eyes widened. "(Y/n)!! DRIVE FASTER!!" I looked in the side view mirror and was shocked to see a giant sized gnome monster. "Dipper! Does that journal of yours say anything about the gnomes being able to do THAT?!" 
"Checking!" He said, flipping through the pages of the book as I swerved and tried to dodge incoming gnome attacks. Unfortunately some got on the roof and tried climbing down for an attack. Mable punched one in the face, Dipper whacked one with the journal, and I slammed one into the steering wheel before throwing him away. "Nothing in here, sis! I don't think the author knew about it!" Said Dipper, finally finding the page.
I let out a yelp as a gnome that landed on the hood of the cart tried to attack me. I dodged but he attacked Dipper's face instead, my brother screaming in panic. "I'll save you. Dipper!" Exclaimed Mable as she repeatedly punched the offender in the side. He finally flew out of the cart, but took Dipper's star hat with him. "Thanks, Mable.." He said, his rolling slightly to the side, a little stunned after taking some damage meant for the gnome. "Don't mention it" 
Behind us, we heard the giant grunt with effort, as well as the sound of ruffling leaves. A shadow passed over us and my eyes widened as a whole tree, complete with roots crashed onto the path ahead of us. "Hang on!" I swerved the cart and it drifted underneath the fallen tree, and spun dangerously before coming to a complete halt in front of the Mystery Shack. 
Dipper leapt out of the vehicle and faced the monster with the shovel from before. I held the bat in my hands, standing beside him and in front of my sister. "Stay back!" the male twin shouted, throwing the shovel at the monster who promptly punched in down into the ground. Our eyes widened and I grabbed Dipper's shoulder, bringing him behind me too. "Where's Grunkle Stan?" He asked, holing onto his sister in fright. Indeed, he was no where to be found.
"It's the end of the line, kids." Said the head gnome, at the very top of the monster. "You, Mable's sister, marry us before we do something crazy." My right eye began to burn even more and Mable grabbed my hand, taking the bat away. "I have an idea." I somehow understood what she meant and nodded, stepping forward. "Fine, I'll do it. Just leave my family alone." 
"What?! (Y/n), are you crazy? There's gotta be another way!" Panicked Dipper, taking the journal out of his vest. "Trust me. I've got it all under control." I said, smiling softly and petting his fluffy hair. He nodded sadly and he and Mable stood away from me. "She'll do it, Jeff. (Y/n) will marry you." 
'His name is Jeff?'
"Hot dog!" Said the gnome happily, ordering the others to let him down. "Also, (Y/n)! That's a pretty name! I like it!" He walked in front of me, not noticing how my siblings disappeared from their original positions. Jeff held out a leather box with a shining diamond ring inside. He motioned to his mouth, indicating that he wanted me to kiss him. I felt nauseated but shook my head, offering my left hand. He slid the jewelry onto my ring finger with a smile. "Batta Bing Batta Bam! Now let's get you back into the forest, Honey."
I laughed softly. "You may now kiss the bride." The gnome stopped and looked back at me. "Well, don't mind if I do." He puckered up and I pretended to lean in, only for Mable to switch on the hidden leaf blower beside me in a pile of leaves. Jeff's eyes widened as I pointed it at him threateningly. "Woah, woah hey, what's going on here?" He said in panic as he was sucked into the leaf blower. I handed it to my sister with a smirk.
"That's for lying to me!" She announced, glaring at the captured creature who looked back at her with fear. She switched the leaf blower into reverse.
"This is for breaking my heart." The gnome yelped in pain as the suction got to him, the pressure building till it was like a balloon ready to burst.
"And this is for messing with m family!" She pointed to the gnome monster who let out a collective gasp. "Do you wanna do the honors?" 
"On three!" Dipper announced, holding onto a leaver on the device. "One.. Two.. Three!!" We chanted as he shoved the lever to 'F' an Jeff went flying into the giant, making it explode into a thousand gnomes. "AHHH!! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!!" The leader screamed as he flew away into the forest with the remaining momentum. The result was chaos. Gnomes sat in piles, wondering who was going to give them orders and complaining about being sore. Mable used the leaf blower, making them yell and run for the forest in fear. One ended up getting caught in some trash which was picked up the local goat, Gompers. 
I walked over to the creature, who's captive was screaming in panic. I held the goat in place and gently released the gnome before taking off the ring and handing it to him. "Here, take this back to Jeff. I don't need it." He nodded before running away into the brush. Looking back, I noticed Dipper and Mable heading back into the shack. I caught up to them but Mable stopped us.
"Um.. hey guys. I'm.. uh.. I'm sorry for ignoring your guys's advice. You really were just looking out for me."
"Hey don't be like that," reassured Dipper. "You totally saved our butts back there."
"I guess I'm just sad that my first boyfriend turned out to be a bunch of gnomes." 
"Look on the bright side. Maybe your next boyfriend will be a vampire." 
The two of them laughed. "Awkward sibling hug?" The male twin offered and she nodded. "Awkward sibling hug." They embraced, ending it off with a "pat pat" which made me smile. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. (Y/n), thanks for almost marrying Jeff to protect us. I'm sorry for what I said before. I really thought you would accept my new boyfriend and when you didn't I was really hurt."
"It's okay, Shooting Star. I know you didn't mean it. Plus, after what all we've been through today, I think we both know we forgive each other. Just don't go expecting me to "get engaged" to any of your next summer romances. I'm not ready for that kind of commitment." Mable giggled and we headed into the shop.
"Yeesh, what happened to you three? Did you get hit by a bus or something?" Grunkle Stan laughed and we rolled our eyes, heading for the stair way. There was a moment of silence before he called out to us. "Hey wait. Uh.. we happened to accidentally get too much merch in stock so.. how about you guys pick something out for yourselves. On the house, y'know?" 
"Really?" Mable and I said in shock. "What's the catch?" questioned Dipper. "The catch is pick something out before I change my mind." Replied our Grunkle Stan. Mable rushed around, looking at every single thing. Dipper walked over to a row of blue and white hats with pine trees on them. "This should do the trick." He said with a smile, looking at himself in the mirror. Mable gasped and rummaged through a box of books. "I'll chose a..." she spun around and I assumed she chose a pink one to be a diary but she opened her arms to reveal a "GRAPPLING HOOK!" she exclaimed. 
Grunkle Stan, Dipper, and I all looked at each other in confusion. "Aren't you gonna pick out a doll or something?" 
"GRAPPLING HOOK!" She exclaimed again, shooting it and hanging from a ceiling beam. "Fair enough." Laughed Grunkle Stan as the kids ran off to their room. I looked over toward the a case of jewelry. I walked over and noticed a beautiful necklace. I took it out of the case and hung it around my heck. It fit perfectly.
Grunkle Stan looked at me with a small smirk. "I'm surprised you picked that one out, kid. It's been in the shop for such a long time I was partially convinced no one would take it." I looked down at the charm and I smiled as I began to leave the room. "I'm not entirely sure myself why I chose it, but I did and I don't regret it. G'night Grunkle Stan." 
-(3rd Person)-
Dipper lay down on his bed, writing on an empty page in the journal. Mable jumped up and down on the twin bed parallel to his, laughing at her own antics and giddy with her new tool.
'The journal told me there was no one in Gravity Falls I could trust. But when you battle a hundred gnomes with people by your side, you realize that they've probably got your back."
Outside, on the roof, sat (Y/n), her (h/c) hair flowing behind her in the breeze. An (e/c) eye scanned the horizon while the second one was hidden from the world behind a black eye patch. She waved to Grunkle Stan, who was finishing closing up shop, before climbing back through her bedroom window, shutting it behind her.
'Our Uncle told us that there was nothing strange about this town, but who knows what other secrets are waiting to be unlocked?'
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rosettiarts · 2 years
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King
Wrath of the Righteous character/NPC in my 5e campaign, King. Do I have enough gnome ocs? No. I will never have enough. I love gnomes.
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zhaba-volkova · 9 months
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I think that this can also be called a trade, although in a slightly different sense 👽
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circadiancrunch · 1 year
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Character Portrait Tokens
The first of many hopefully. This is the first customizable token I've done and once the file's complete, I'll have a PSD and TIFF downloadable for my patrons and Ko-fi tippers.
This one's pretty basic, coming in just a few colors/races, pretty androgynous, with some make up, scars and paint/tattoo options. But they're layerable, so you can go kinda ham if you just turn everything on lol I'd like to do little sets in the future. Characters, creatures, different styles etc.
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