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It's freezing where I am right now, which got me thinking--a while back there was chatter about Martin, being from the North, having a particularly thick and fluffy winter coat. As someone with thick and fluffy hair, I am very aware of how dry winters can get. Static inevitably happens. So not just the best bedhead, but also inevitably fluffy and staticky. Accidentally shocking himself while cleaning his sword. Less-accidentally zapping Gonff when passing him a scarf. Just. Staticky Martin.

It is -20 (F) where I am and also have enormously fluffy hair, and so I am right there with you. I spent 10-15 minutes trying to wrestle it this morning before I gave into a hat. 

I am CERTAIN that this is a huge problem for fluffy Redwallers, especially the northerners. Little balls of fur napping together when one of them yelps and the other is all apologies. Squirrel tales become electric weapons. It is also confirmed that Martin is young, and so having fluffy, staticky hair would be the CUTEST (no wonder all the baddies underestimate him). 

Day 0 of posting my Redwall brainrot

(this is not a series, I am dramatic)

nothing in the history of the universe will ever depress me as much as the Patrick McHale Redwall series being cancelled… that was a personal hit job from the universe aimed specifically at me

The Rumor Come Out: Does The Taggerung is Gay ?

another tagg deyna doodle ^_^

all I can think about today is how bad I wanna see a sequel to Taggerung where he's older and him and Nimbalo work out their traumas together and unwittingly fall in love and also along the way there's an insane amount of violence because it's a Redwall story

I’ve been being so normal about Redwall today

(Humans ur mice Humans ur mice Humans ur mice)

Og Rakkety Tam textpost

I intended just to do a drawing of Lady Cregga but it ended up a little more three-dimensional.

Horty: don’t worry I’m not homophobic, I’m an ally Horty: that’s why I experience same sex attraction, so I can better understand gay struggle Martha: because you’re an ally? Horty: because I’m ally

Hon Rosie: Listen, Tarquin is great and all but does he have a life plan? Thyme: Rosie, Tarquin doesn’t even have a day plan. I once found a note he wrote to himself that simply said ‘put on pants’ followed by a question mark.

Ok Jumblr,

Can I headcannon a character as Jewish even though they’re fairly explicitly not Jewish?

For context, this is Cornflower Fieldmouse

She lives next to Redwall Abbey, and her husband Matthias is an apprentice monk there when they meet.

Later he becomes a warrior but stays tied to the abbey and swears to protect them. So basically he’s still a monk but he’s a warrior monk now.

They have a kid later, which breaks the vow of celibacy, but this is never addressed so I assume he’s just exempt because he’s a ✨warrior monk✨ (it’s possible this is talked about in the later books as I’ve only read the first two out of twelve as well as seeing all three seasons of the show).

But anyway, it is a CRIME that this woman is not Jewish. Can she be Jewish in my heart, as a treat? Or would that be weird because she’s very heavily implied to be a mouse Christian? (Jesus is never mentioned, the devil is implied through Cluny the Scourge, and they mention G-d in passing, but the only other biblical adjacent figure is Martin the Warrior who is Matthias’ predecessor)

Purely self indulgent character design for Marlfoxes (from Brian Jacques' Redwall novels)..... They're described as 'mottled' and I've never seen anyone show that!

(based off our grey foxes, because they have really fun designs)

The Best Lessons Are Taught With Blood

An unfinished Taggerung piece exploring the time Tagg spent with the Juska Clan and his relationships with them. In this scene, Tagg and Sawney discuss an opportunity for him to prove his mettle.

Rating: T

Words: 1186

Fourteen seasons on, and the Taggerung had yet to take a life.

Of course he had killed before, if all the clams and fish hauled back to their shoreline camp was proof of such proficiency. But it wasn't - not in the eyes of a Juska, at least. Though it proved one's self reliance, it did nothing to prove one's power. Hunting food would never be enough to prevent his adoptive father's growing pressure.

It appeared more frequently between them in the past few weeks. It would linger on the edges of silent lulls in the evening, those times when he and Sawney were sat around their own small fire apart from the rest of the clan, when Grissoul had nodded off still upright with her chin tucked into her scarves, leaving them alone. It would settle in thick discomfort, when the laughter and chatter between father and son trickled away, and when its wake had left prickly self-consciousness skittering across Tagg's neck. Sawney would stretch and sigh and pick food from his fangs, then, as though starting a casual new conversation, the topic would rear its ugly head. It always started with the same signs, and usually, Tagg could dodge out of its way. He would parry a distraction into his father's mind, then the cursed thing would fall to the wayside as some other priority took its place.

On this night, however, while the moon hung low and half-lidded in the night sky, Sawney again stretched and sighed and picked food from his fangs.

"Vallug's seen two Juska'tar fishers in the northern tidepools again today, did I tell y'already?" the stoat said.

"Oh? Don't believe y'have," Tagg replied. He too took the opportunity to stretch and sigh, only to lay back and stare at the moon instead of his father's gaze.

"Aye, awful impolite of 'em, I'd say! Sure got me thinking, should teach 'em some manners about being neighborly, don'tcha think?"

"Juska'tar aren't anything to fret over. We show up with somethin' sharp, pull a scary face, and they'll tuck their tail between their legs. Worked wonders last time."

"Gaw, sure did! Barely had to lift a paw! That's the problem, though. Since we only done that, the sneaky bastards are back at it again. It's 'cos they think we'll keep lettin' 'em off easy. See, they're testin' what they can get away with." Sawney leaned forward from where he sat on a driftwood log and roused the fire's embers with a stick. "Can't let beasts think we're all bark an' no bite, else they start gettin' uppity. D'ye get my meaning, Tagg?"

Tagg wrinkled his snout up towards the moon. His knife found itself twirling mindlessly between fidgety claws. Grissoul remained sound asleep a short distance away, though Tagg sometimes wondered if she was silently eavesdropping.

"Yea, yea, I get what you're saying, da. So we'll send 'em back bloodied and bruised for it this time. We can nick their nets too, they owe us payment for whatever fish they snatched, huh?" The otter feigned amusement. When he turned to look at Sawney though, his father's crinkled eyes peered discerningly through him.

"Heh, a fine idea for certain…but I think we should teach them a lesson that'll really stick," the stoat goaded. "An' don't I always say, the best lessons are taught with blood?"

Tagg's chuckle faded awkwardly as Sawney's brown eyes glinted in the firelight. Taking up the stick again, he fussed with the embers once more.

"Now, c'mere to me, I've an idea that'll lift yer spirits," he snickered. "Tomorrow, hide and wait for our trespassers at the pools afore sun-up…then, when they go out onto the rocks, nab one an' take 'em for a dip in the sea! Juska'tar rats can't swim worth shite, they'll drown fast an' easy. And all the while, their buddy gets to watch helplessly from the shore!" At this, Sawney barked out a rough laugh. "That'll teach 'em, guaranteed! Heheh! Oh, oh, bring the corpse back to me afterwards, I'll show y'how to chop the head and stick it on a pike. Real nice decor to spruce the place up, eh? Call it future poaching deterrent!"

Those keen eyes searched Tagg for a reaction. The otter gave his very best dark sneer.

"Heheh…aye, sounds like a good plan, that'll show 'em!" Even vague agreement felt strange and stilted as it left Tagg's tongue. Sawney on the other hand sighed with audible relief.

"G'wan, g'wan, that's the spirit! I'm glad to hear yer onboard!" His grin was wide and his eyes bright. "So, then it's settled, that's what we'll do."

Tagg didn't respond. He only listened to the distant crash of waves with knots in his guts over what he had just agreed to. The two fell silent again, each mulling their respective thoughts. Their small fire finally smoldered and snuffed itself without Sawney's insistent prodding. It was getting late after all. Even Juska still up chatting or cleaning blades around the main fire had started to tuck in for the night.

After a while, Sawney stood, grumbling a curse at his popping joints. He tugged his cloak tighter around his shoulders and ambled towards his tent.

"I know I been a nag lately, Tagg, but ye'll see," the stoat said quietly as he passed. "Once ye make yer first real kill tomorrow, nobeast will dare think low of ye. Trust me! No need to look so glum." He leaned to tweak his son's ears affectionately, and Tagg swatted him away in mock annoyance.

"Buzzy old fly," the otter laughed. This time the sound came effortlessly.

"Pah! Old, he says. This old fly can still bite ye to hell, watch it," Sawney huffed lazily. "Get some rest so ye can get the jump on them poachers bright 'n early."

"Yea, yea."

"G'night, Tagg."

"G'night, da."

Sawney disappeared into his tent, leaving Tagg alone with the moon and his thoughts.

Bristling anxiety began to find its home inside the otter's chest. He could understand that behind Sawney's recent pressure, there was surely only a father trying to encourage his son. The stoat wanted to see Tagg fit in, and of course Tagg wanted that too. Wandering Juskan eyes and hidden sneers were always stray reminders that he didn't.

Above that, he wanted to make his father proud. The stoat was the only family he knew, one who had done so much for him. Tagg couldn't remember his early days as a pup, but Grissoul had once told him the story of how his father took him in. He had quickly gathered that it was scandalous for the Juska chief. That inspired gratitude within him, but just beneath laid a growing layer of guilt for the debt. To pay it, surely one murderous task shouldn't be too heavy a burden. And maybe once Tagg crested that hill, he would look back and realize it wasn't so scary.

Those reassurances did little to dash away his worries, though. Throughout the night, they instead swelled with the sound of waves crashing over his dreams.

WHOOPS THAT’S WHAT I GET FOR DOING THE TAGS BEFORE FINISHING THE BOOK 💀💀. You’re so right, that makes perfect sense.

Brian Jacques, every other paragraph: Sister Armel is PRETTY and INNOCENT and PRETTY and also PRETTY did I mention that she’s PRETTY, a PRETTY maid

Brian Jacques, every other paragraph: Sister Armel is PRETTY and INNOCENT and PRETTY and also PRETTY did I mention that she’s PRETTY, a PRETTY maid

A seasonally appropriate one ☔️

This is another piece from Flora and Fauna VI, my upcoming show at Gallery Nucleus LA opening on May 27th!

I’ll be sharing all my pieces over the next couple of days~

How to draw some meeses. Some cheese bois. Some rodent squadron.

Do your civic duty and vote for Redwall 🙏🙏

Round 1, Poll 8: Redwall vs Warriors

To vote in this poll, you must simply ask yourself what kind of furry you grew up to be (please don't come for me I was a warrior cats kid)

Remember to reblog for a bigger sample size!

Tarquin: If a beautiful woman disagrees with me I will immediately change my views. I have no principles.

Rosie: Well, maybe you should have principles.

Tarquin: You're right maybe I should.

shout out redwall fans

love this little guy

The one thing I did not expect when showing my friends Redwall was them being indescribably horny for Friar Hugo

We can all agree that Basil Stag Hare is Aroace and Transmasc right?

also Gonff and Martin are QPPs fight me

so are Muriel and Dandin

Mentally, I am there

SOMEONE DRAW THE SWORD LADY AS MARTIN THE WARRIOR OR LITERALLY ANY CHARACTER HOLDING HIS SWORD I AM BEGHING YOU THIS IDEA CAME TO ME THIS VERY MOMENT I WILL DO OT MYSELF IF I MUST

All the porn bots following me is so funny. Yes, this aroace tumblr user whose only account is for posting about tiny animals with swords is certainly interested in seeing your naked pictures. For sure for sure for sure. Best audience to market to.

The Pearls of Lutra