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[izzystizzys]

Echo’s world has gone decidedly… wobbly. Blurry. Fuzzy at the edges, and what-will-you-else. He can’t feel his fingertips, is his first thought. Kriffing overdid it on the glowing green shots, is his second.

“Holy kriff, Echo, that manhole-cover underneath you is moving!”, Fives exclaims, third. Or more like slurs into Lt. Jesse’s shoulder, who is himself moaning indistinctly into the Captain’s pauldron, who is in turn swaying back and forth gesturing at Commander Cody.

And it really is - the manhole cover, that is, once Echo stumbles off it with a shriek. Jumping up into the now open air with sudden force, steadying and then scraping across paveme-

“Are those kriffing hands?!”

In an instant, seven highly drunk pairs of fists and one blaster, courtesy of Commander Cody (the only one present who’s sober enough to be legally handling it) are aimed in a circle around the cover slowly being shuffled to the side, then the hands reaching up to palm at the edges of the hole -

- and are slowly being lowered again when two white-red painted helmets are heaved into view, along with chest-deep groaning and grunting. Two armored Corries collapse in a heap at Commander Cody’s feet, who stares down at them in open-mouthed shock.

Slowly, Echo blinks. Slowly, he raises a hand to snap his fingers in front of his face. No, still there. Slowly, Fives grabs for a piece of flank underneath his blacks and twists. Echo yelps, and slaps his hand away hard enough to hurt himself. “OI!”

“B’have, boys”, Captain Rex makes a brave attempt to slur out as he sways on his feet, still staring down at the trembling heap of armor at their feet. Whoa, Echo didn’t know they had those kinds of funky armor designs in the Guard. Very avant-garde.

“That’s blood, Ey’ika”, says Appo.

Oh.

Slowly, Hardcase raises his right foot, inching towards-

“Don’t even think about it”, Commander Cody snaps, and Hardcase’s foot whips back to the ground next to its companion. Fives chortles. “Yeah, genius, those are Commander kamas - they’d put you down in a second flat!”

“Why would two Corrie Commanders go crawling out of holes in front of 79’s, huh, genius?!”, Hardcase retorts, somewhat justly, Echo feels. Next to him, Commander Cody frowns, and kneels carefully. “Good question, trooper. Fox, can you hear me? Fox’i-“

Which is when one of the bodies - Commander Fox, Echo realizes with a shudder, The Marshall Commander Fox - convulses on the ground, and an arm rears up to nail Cody face-first with the back of a hand, sending him sprawling back into the pavement with an undignified squawk.

“Thorn”, the sad figure that is the highest decorated clone in existence groans, still faceplanted into pavement, “Thorn, I’m hallucinating Cody. Thorn, tell him to shut up.”

“Shuddup”, Commander Thorn heaves, loyally. Cody makes an affronted noise, braced back on his shebs. “Sdubid Codeh.”

Commander Fox’s visor scrapes against the ground with his nod, a sound that sends the surrounding vod’e cringing. “Yeah, you go, Thorn. You’re my favorite.” A considering pause. “Oh, kark. I need to call in medevac - Fox to Stabby, Fox to Stabby - the kriffing Narglatches are back on the lower levels.”

The Commander’s comm crackles to life, as he heaves himself over with a punched-out moan - oh, yup, that dark patch’s definitely not paint, and are those teeth marks?! On plastoid??

“I’m going to wring Senator Hliii’s neck, and then I’m going to twist him into a human kriffing meat-lasso to catch every last one of his little pets with”, sounds through Fox’s comm, who just hacks out a laughcough in response. “Pinging your location now. Where’s Thorn?”

“Pr’snt”, slurs Thorn.

“Concussed”, adds Fox, “We crawled out forty levels to behind 79’s, so no one would see us.”

Awkward silence follows.

“Uh, about that”, begins Rex, only to be interrupted by a deep groan from Fox.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kriffing kidding me! As if Cody’s ugly mug wasn’t - WHAT THE KRIFF ARE YOUR KRIFFING ARC KARKHEADS DOING IN MY HALLUCINATION, REX?!”

“Shuddup, Rex”, Thorn moans bravely.

[fumifooms]

thanks for infecting me with marchil its so so fun to just see them pair themselves up in the background now

especially love how much she picks him up like a cat (and when he has the opportunity to do it to her too he just lugs her around like a sack of oats) gosh i love them they're so funny

YAAAAAA 🎉🎉 I’m so glad to hear it welcome to the sillies corner 🤝

THEY’RE SOOO SO FUNNY

They’re worsties that cannot get enough of each other

[justcallme-ange]

It’s the same field.

Uncropped Mask Version-

[mythicaltoad]

Floyd’s Apprentice John Dory

The stinkiest boy

Basically after Branch gets taken by Vel, he does nothing but work on plans in Branch’s bunker. Fearing every day that he might lose him.

Anyway funny stinky little baby man.

[here’s your little baby girl @ohposhers ]

[lemonouiiid]

don’t stop get it get it

[hplonesomeart]

Puzzlevison screenshot redraw!! On paper!! With water color!! Wahoo!!

I don’t have much credible experience with coloring traditional art—usually just doodling or sketching in my spare time for fun. But I’ve wanted to try expanding the different mediums I use and letting myself learn from them. It’s a nice change of pace and allows me to take a step back from responsibilities. And I’ve needed an excuse to keep working in this sketchbook so here we are!! I think in the end of this I might’ve treated the watercolors too similar to acrylic paints lol. Ah oh well all part of the ✨learning experience ✨

Also here have some goofy work behind-the-scenes progress photos

[fuckitwebhaal]

kyr’s whole bit is that he is the hypocrite. like he tells all of his companions “oh we will defy your fate!! we will find another way” and is meanwhile foreshadowing his own seemingly inevitable demise.

to Gale, Lae’zel, Shadowheart; they need not let gods and masters deign their fates

To Wyll, Karlach, Astarion; you are not monstrous, you are not what others made you to be

But for himself? To stand at the edge of Bhaal’s oblivion? that’s his fate. That’s always going to be his fate. It’s in his blood, it’s inescapable. Oh, he’s the lamb. Oh, he’s the scapegoat. Oh, the gods are bleeding him over Faerûn and he is the one with the knife to his throat.

There’s another way for you. Not for me, gods no, not me. But for YOU.

[fatale-distraction]

Barcus in Distress

Part 2

Part 3

The door creaked open and Barcus looked over his shoulder, expecting to see Wulbren or Philomena. Instead, silhouetted in the doorway, wearing a familiar, mischievous smile, stood Lithe. A quick glance at the guttering candle on his workbench told him it was late; well past a reasonable hour to be paying casual visits.

“Lithe?” he asked as he turned toward her, anxiety spiking in his chest. “Is something the matter?”

She giggled a little and slipped inside, letting the door click shut behind her. “Not at all,” she assured him, approaching and wrapping her arms around him from behind. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck and pressed a kiss to the tense tendon there. Barcus sighed and leaned against her, tilting his head back and letting his eyes drift shut as she knuckled the other side of his neck and kept kissing up to his jaw.

“Oh, that’s nice…” he murmured, feeling the tension slowly draining away as she massaged his shoulders.

“You work too hard, darling,” she whispered against his ear. “Why don’t you put your little tools away and come to bed with me?”

“I…” he looked up at his beautiful lover and furrowed his brows. Her eyes sparkled with mirth, freckled cheeks flushed dark green, her long hair loose from its braids and falling around them in soft, fragrant waves. “I can’t,” he explained, reaching for the beaker he’d been carefully mixing. “This compound has to be fully incorporated or it’ll be useless in the morning. I spent all day on it.”

Lithe gave him an exaggerated pout, her breasts pressing against his back. “Don’t tell me you’d rather sit here and play with your alchemy set than come upstairs and play with me?”

Barcus turned and gave her a stern look. “You’re being very pushy tonight,” he scolded, lifting an eyebrow. “Now, be a good girl and wait for just a few moments.”

Lithe giggled again, nuzzling his neck. “You know I’m not a good girl at all” she purred.

Something prickled at the base of his spine. Barcus glanced up at her again, squinting tired eyes. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“Of course,” she said, giving him a queer look. “I’d be better if my favorite little man would put away his toys and come play with me instead, but…” Lithe pouted again, her fingers trailing down his back, breath tickling his ear. “I suppose I can behave. For now.”

Barcus stared at her hard. “Good girl,” he murmured softly, lifting a hand to trace a constellation of freckles on her cheek. She simply smiled and leaned into his touch, turning her head to kiss his palm. Barcus grabbed her chin between a thumb and forefinger and tilted her head down, peering closely at her. Then he stood so abruptly, the bench jostled against the table with a loud screech.

“You’re not Lithe,” he whispered, a rock sinking in his stomach. The smile on the woman’s face split wide, a completely unfamiliar expression on such a familiar face. “Who the hells are you, and what did you do with her?” His voice quaked and caught, but he kept his spine straight and his hands balled into fists, glaring at this strange creature who wore his lover’s skin.

Not-Lithe shook with hideous laughter. “Awww, poor little man is scared,” she cooed, advancing on him with a foreign sinewy grace, backing him up until he hit the wall. “Tell me, you delicious little pebble, what gave it away?”

“She shivers when I call her a good girl,” stammered Barcus. “Every time. And,” he lifted his chin in defiance. “You got her freckles wrong.”

That eerily grinning face dropped into a filthy scowl. “Her FRECKLES wrong?” she repeated in a fury. “Her bloody FRECKLES? I studied her for WEEKS, these freckles couldn’t be more perfect if I had peeled her skin right off her insipid little face!”

“They’re wrong,” Barcus assured her.

The creature growled. Her hand snaked out and seized his throat, fingers digging into his windpipe. Barcus clawed at them in vain, choking and gasping as she lifted him clear off the floor, legs kicking uselessly. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his tongue felt too big for his mouth, sparks firing off behind his lids, and then suddenly he was falling, landing hard on his back, gasping for air.

The creature was laughing. Tearing at Lithe’s face with her nails and shrieking with demented laughter. Her body quaked with it. Her limbs twitched and a rotten meat smell permeated the room. Barcus crawled away from her backwards still breathing hard and fast, unable to tear his eyes away from the blood pouring down her face and splattering at his feet. Not-Lithe moved her bloody hands to cup the top of her head and her chin, grinning at him with a bloodied smile and pale, pale eyes.

“Are you ready to play, little man?” Lithe’s lovely voice purred, before viciously snapping her own neck.

Barcus whimpered nearly fainted. Instead of dropping dead to the floor, the person in front of him had changed. Gone was his pretty little wood elf with hair the color of the forest. Standing in her place was a tall human woman with long, slender curves, impossibly long blonde hair, blind-white eyes and black veins snaking under her pale, pale skin. She was scantily clad in bright red armor, that upon closer inspection seemed to be made entirely of bits of inside out flesh sewn together. Bile rose in Barcus’ throat as she stalked toward him, reaching to pluck him up by the throat. “We’re going to have so much fun…” she hissed, lifting him until their mouths were a mere breath away. A red dagger flashed in his periphery and then, nothing.

[luna-figs-art]

A teaser of a new art project I’m working on :)

[mrsoharaa]

I’m afraid I have fallen in the Suguru pit……immensely.

[livvyofthelake]

once upon a time is fun because all these ancient fairytales literally happened 30 years ago. snow white? yeah she was doing all that about 30 years ago. hercules? fought cerberus around 1970. king arthur pulled excalibur from the stone AFTER the release of disney’s the sword in the stone. mulan saved china (china? magic china? unclear actually) about 35 years ago. and it slaps and makes total sense don’t even worry about it

[lunastars21]

HMMM, WHAT CHARACTER I HYPERFIXIATE ON SHOULD I THROW INTO POPPY PLAYTIME?

OH I KNOW!

Have fun Karl! <3

[southislandwren]

Yeah I was fucking right by the way, he’s liked me since like last year and I’ve liked him since October so I really could’ve done something about this sooner, and also he’s not homophobic or transphobic yayyyyy

[cloneboywonder]

[kommetz]

*learns anatomy* great! now i can draw my dnd character!

her weapon: 🤠

[inkykeiji]

waaaaa idk how i managed to make it through yucky disgusting tomura-nii without batting an eye but fyodor breaking reader's bones had me cringing and closing my tab and waaaaaaaaa

i could not make it through the rest of that piece because that got to me for some reason even though i brushed it off when looking at the warnings but i just wanna let you know that i do rlly rlly love your writing and im sorry if this comes off as rude or insensitive, i'm sure many other readers were able to read that piece with no issue and give it the adoration it deserves <3 (also i love touya-nii he's perfect even though he's notttt)

hey, it’s okay! we’re all individuals and we all have personal squicks and whatnot, and some of them we can’t even explain! it’s totally fine if you couldn’t make it to the end of the piece (tho you made it fairly far if you got to when he breaks her tailbone!), i am proud of you for recognizing and honouring your limits and turning back instead of forcing your way through!

it doesn’t come off as rude at all sweetpea, if you couldn’t handle it and it wasn’t for you then you couldn’t handle it and it wasn’t for you and that’s absolutely fine! your limits are valid and important! <3 i am very happy to hear that you enjoy my writing & that you like icky sticky gooey gross tomu-nii and mr touya-nii hehe c: