#patchy patchy boo

[gomzdrawfr]

practice doodles

[rukafais]

"it wasn't larian's fault they tanked this npc, blame the novels! blame wotc!"

i literally went through those novels. aforementioned npc people are rightfully complaining about the tanked development of is not there. she is not named even once. i will read more closely but i'm gonna bet that even with the patchy coverage on wikis if i cannot find a mention of her in the damn books she's PROBABLY NOT THERE. Even when people cite minsc and boo's journal of villainy as SEE? THIS IS WHY!!! it's also vague/weird enough that you could do whatever you wanted with it or disregard it entirely

dont say this when larian created the weird dichotomy of Lolth-Sworn and Seldarine drow for no reason and further left in comments about how certain eye colours are actually indications of their religious leanings, something that has never existed in dnd. Larian can take the L on this one.

wotc literally has a stance of 'any adaptation/property is its own version of dnd' come on

[mushroom-for-art]

Baby two electric boogaloo, it seems Imp and Circe (belonging to @phlurrii) have an unexpected extra! Here's Fee!

Fee uses Circes lightest pink for her base color lightening and darkening from there, she has an opposite coloring scheme to Nymph with her having darker arms and lighter feet with Nymph being the opposite cause matching but not

Ngl I just really wanted to use Imps tail color for this one. She was meant to be creams ad peaches but I couldn't make those colors work (they were also meant to be opposite creams where Nymph had pink ect) so she's shades of pinks and purples instead! Real ourple ponk two. Her second neck nose and patterns will likely increase in complexity with age just like Nymph

Shes short furred compared to Nymph who I see as long furred. She's also meant to give off this impression of being complete as her patterns aren't as solid like Nymphs more patchy

She has grandmews eyes <3 because I can. Gonna make Meau feral lmao

Shes called Fee because it's kinda like fae/fairy and makes me think of Fifi forgetmenot and also it's just cute imo

I guess you could say I've handed in my late Fee *badumtish* *a large hook drags me offstage as the crowd boos loudly*

[justaghostingon]

The Random Guy in the Carbonite

Or, Jin Ling Meets a Man who is “Definitely not the Yiling Patriarch” 

An Untamed star wars au.

Jin ling will admit in the privacy of his own mind, that he did not think this through. Running off to confront one of the most notorious crime bosses of the outer rim was one thing, but ditching the Jedi hired specifically to protect him was not his best move. 

In his defense, they had been very annoying. His Uncle and the Jedi master had gotten into a long fight over what plan was best, forgetting entirely that they were Senator Jiang Cheng of Yumeng, famed force user and war hero, and Hanguang-jun, the single most respected of the Lan Jedi to walk the earth. But noooo. Put them together and they argue like children!

People were dying! The clock was ticking down, and Jin Ling had to do something dammit!

What was the point of being the future emperor himself if he couldn’t even save one measly planet from the Hutts?

So yeah, he’d snuck out on his own, confronted the Hutts, and gotten thrown in this dark empty cell, surrounded with solid metal and cut off from his father’s lightsaber. 

Well, not completely alone. In the wall was a carbonite encasing of a man, frozen mid scream. At least, Jin Ling assumed it was a man. He looked human, and the cut of his robes were distinctly masculine, but there really was no knowing for sure until he was released. 

A grating noise from above snapped his attention away from his frozen companion. Light filtered in as a mechanism removed the dark metal lid above. Jin Ling blinked his eyes, taking a few minutes to realize that this was not salvation or release, but another worse punishment, humiliation.

For above him, separated only by a metal grate, was a growling, hooting crowd of the worst looking ruffians he’d ever seen. 

“Welcome guests!” Jimbo the Hutt’s booming voice echoed in the circular arena Jin Ling now realized he was in side. “To witness the battle of a life time!”

“In the corner we have Jin Rulan!” A loud booing filled Jin Ling’s ears.

“You’re going to regret this when my Uncle gets here!” Jin Ling shouted back. “And its Jin Ling!”

“The feisty heir to the emperor himself! Quite the challenger!” Jimbo continued as if he’d not heard Jin Ling. “But lets see how he does against his family’s natural enemy...”

A pure red beam hit the carbonite. Heat danced across Jin Ling’s skin, forcing him to step back as far as he could. Little by little, the carbon melted off, freeing the man beneath. 

“...The Yiling Patriarch!!” Jimbo’s voice boomed as the man inside stepped out.

Jin Ling’s blood beat fast in his ears. The Yiling Patriarch? The man who’d made him an orphan, who’d led the second great rebellion against the emperor himself, notorious sith and master of the dead. His knees began to knock. He wanted his Uncle, who’d defeated the man last, froze him in carbonite, and only lost him due to an unexpected attack of pirates. He wanted his dad, who he’d never known, but most of all he wanted Fairy, who Uncle had said would be a hinderance on this particular mission. She would have never let him get caught like this. 

The Yiling Patriarch turned his head towards him, black eyes met large and grey, before grey rolled back, and the Yiling Patriarch, feared destroyer of worlds and killer of millions, proceeds to fall flat on his face in a dead fate.

Jin Ling blinked. What the heck was that? 

Now he could see him clearer, he began to notice the discrepancies in the supposed enemy of all light force users. His robes were grey and black, but rough and patchy, clearly of poor make. Even the bright red ribbon in his hair was worn on the ends from what was likely years of use. The man himself was too thin, cheeks gaunt from hunger, and far to pale. 

In short, this man was definitely not the Yiling Patriarch. 

Jin Ling felt a bit foolish. He of all people should have known it wasn’t. After all, his Uncle had been getting sent carbon frozen bodies of “sith users” and the “Yiling Patriarch” since he was a little kid. His Uncle had diligently unfrozen every single one, confronting them on the accusations they’d been brought to him for. Some had been genuine wannabe sith, although nowhere near the level of the Yiling Patriarch. But most had just been ordinary folks who’d bought the cheeper carbon-freezing ticket for space travel on some shady ship, and gotten sold off as a novelty for looking a bit to similar to Wei Wuxian.

Lotus Pier had gotten a reputation for being a very good place to go to rescue stolen family members from these so called carbon thieves. 

If Jin Ling had to guess, he’d say this guy was a farmer. He nudged the guy with his foot. 

“Hey, wake up.”

The man groaned but didn’t move. Jin Ling shoved him harder. “Get up! This isn’t the place to take a nap!”

He reached his hand down and stuck a finger in the man’s ear. The man gave a shriek and flung himself up and away.

“Shidi what the Hell...” the man’s voice faded as he took in Jin Ling, and then the crowd above them. “...what is going on.”

“You got mistaken for the Yiling Patriarch and now they want us to fight.” Jin Ling shrugged. “Now stop being a baby and help me find a way out!”

“Mistaken?” the man blinked at him.

“Yeah, it happens,” Jin Ling scowled. “Don’t buy shady tickets next time.”

“Hehe, that’s very wise young master,” the man grinned. “You’re pretty smart for a Jin.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jin Ling shook his fist.

“So snippy! No mother to teach you manners I see!” the man laughed.

Jin Ling saw red. He didn’t care that this guy was a civilian, no one talked about his mother like that. He charged forward, fist swinging.

The man stepped easily out of his way. “Good job,” he whispered to Jin Ling as he passed his ear. “Keep fighting like that.”

“Oh I’ll show you a fight!” Jin Ling aimed a kick at the man, but he sidestepped once again. 

“Touchy, touchy,” the man shook his head. “I’m trying to get us out of here, you really think they’d let us go if they realized we weren't going to fight?”

Jin Ling lowered his fist. “So you’re doing this on purpose?”

“Of course,” the man struck forward with surprisingly good form. Jin Ling barely managed to parry, and that was only thanks to the unnatural quickness that all force users possessed. “We need a proper distraction if we’re to get out of here.”

“And how are we going to do that?” Jin ling struck out again.

“Oh I’m not going to do anything,” the man laughed and aimed a kick at Jin Ling’s face. “I’m a civilian remember? You’re going to get us out of here.”

“How?” Jin Ling dove forward, but missed, hitting the metal wall instead. 

“Using the force of course!” the man laughed. “Find the seams of the metal and the bolts holding it down, somewhere here there has to be a trash shoot. They wouldn’t want to keep dead bodies in here long term.”

“That’s not how the force works!” Jin Ling shot back, then stopped. the man’s suggestion hadn’t been wrong exactly, just not worded very well. Jin Ling hardly had the skill to sense nonhuman things like metal, but all dead things were once living. If there was a trash shoot, he cold find it, he just had to follow the decay.

He closed his eyes and concentrated. The life of the mob above was loud and wild, but down here there were only two signatures, his own and the flickering of the man he was fighting, and just behind him...

“There!” Jin Ling dove forward, slamming directly into the carbon casing.

“Ouch,” the man tutted as he watched Jin Ling stumble back to his feet. “Let your senior help here okay? I’ve worked in the fields, I’m stronger than I look.”

Jin Ling stepped back as the man circled his old prison, thumb in his mouth. Above them the murmuring of the crowd quieted to a disgruntled hum, no doubt wondering what they were doing now they weren’t fighting.

The man darted forward, to the side of the carbon casing. Back to Jin Ling, he shoved his whole wait against the casing. For a second nothing happened, Then the force flickered, a sour taste filled Jin Ling’s mouth, and the casing moved, inch by inch, but faster every second, until the hole beneath it was visible. 

Jin Ling frowned. But the taste on the edge of his senses was gone as soon as it came. Had that man used the force? 

“What are you waiting for?” the man called. “Thinking later. Escape now!”So saying, he threw himself down the hole. 

“Stop him!” Jimbo screamed.

Jin Ling cursed and dove after the man. Together they tumbled down the dark shaft, a disorienting fall of head over feet until it finally met its slimy end in a splat of water.

“Ugh,” Jin Ling pulled himself up. The stench was horrific, iron and rot and sick, sick sick. His clothes were soaked with who knows what and there was slime in his hair...

“Don’t look!” the man slammed a hand over Jin Ling’s eyes. His voice gentled. “This isn’t a sight for young ones.”

“I’m not a kid,” Jin Ling knocked the hand from his eyes. He blinked at his new surroundings, and promptly threw up.

Bodies lay all around them, some complete, some in pieces, some near skeletons and others almost fresh. Jin Ling ducked his head to stare at his own feet, standing next to the decomposing flesh of a human face...

A hand covered his eyes again. 

“It’s okay,” the man whispered in his ears. “It’s a lot for anyone. Just don’t look. I can handle it from now on okay?”

Jin Ling nodded and took a deep breath trying to center himself in the force like his Uncle had taught him, but the decay and agony stirred the dark side of the force, making it a struggle.

He heard the man move away, rummaging around in the piss/blood/water.

“What are you looking for?” he asked.

“Just some tools,” the man reassured him. “I know a thing or two about mechanics, and I can get us out.”

“Hurry,” Jin Ling choked out, the force was moving all wrong, resentment thick in the air. Even his companion’s presence seemed to flicker in and out against it, leaving him uncertain where exactly he was.

A click echoed through the sound. “Done,” the man said. 

Jin Ling began to lower his hand, but the man’s own stopped him. “It’s alright,” the man’s hand lowered to Jin Ling’s elbow. “The way it clear. You don’t need to look again, I’ll lead you.” 

Jin Ling wanted to protest, to point out he wasn’t a baby, he could handle it, but the dark side of the force was choking him, eating away at his bravado until all the remained was the scared boy who really, really wanted his Uncle.

 “That’s it,” the man spoke as he guided Jin Ling forward. “Step up now, over the entrance, good, good. There we go.”

Jin Ling’s feet stepped onto solid ground, the faint clink of metal beneath his boots. Behind him the resentment rose up, a furious at being robbed of its prey. Then another, sharper, redder resentment clashed with it, sending it back into the trash pit. A loud clank sounded behind him, and both presences cut off. 

“You can look now,” the man said.

Jin Ling blinked the spots from his eyes. They were in a corridor, just another black metal like all the others in this maze of a palace. Beside him, the man knelt before a control panel, having yanked it open to fiddle with the wiring. 

“What are you doing?” Jin Ling scowled, trying to recollect himself. “We need to run!”

“Not without a map we aren’t!” The man said. The panel glowed green under his fingers and he laughed with delight. “Bingo!”

Jin Ling leaned over him, to look at the small screen built in above the wires, dictating two pathways in red and green. “Is that the way out?”

“Not bad for a radish farmer is it?” the man beamed. “Let’s go!”

“Wait.” Jin Ling shook his head. “I can’t go. I have to get my lightsaber.”

“Just build another one,” the man dismissed, reaching out to drag Jin Ling towards the path.

“I can’t!” Jin Ling bristled, shoving the man off. “It was my fathers! It’s all I have left of him!”

The man stopped. “Your father’s?”

“Yes!” Jin Ling crossed his arms. “And I’m not leaving it!”

The man hesitated.

“It also has a tracker in it,” Jin Ling went for the killing blow. “And a panic button. We hit it and the Jedi and the whole of Yumeng Jiang will come down on their heads!”

“Yumeng Jiang?” the man startled.

“My uncle,” Jin Ling sniffed. “So its our best bet.”

“Okay.” The man let out a breath. “Okay you can go to your lightsaber. I’ll calculate you a path. But as for me...I’m getting out of here.”

Jin Ling abruptly remembered that this man was a civilian. He didn’t ask to get mixed up in this. “Fine.” 

The man gave him a small smile. He reached into the control panel and pressed a few more buttons before pulling the screen itself out and shoving it into Jin Ling’s hands.

“This map will lead you to your lightsaber,” he said.

“What about you?” Jin Ling asked.

“It’s all up here,” the man rapped his knuckles on his head. “Don’t worry about me.” The smile slid off his face. “Be safe Jin Rulan.”

“Jin Ling,” Jin Ling corrected automatically. “How did you...” the man raised an eyebrow. Right. Emperors nephew. Famous. Of course he knew his name. 

Speaking of which...”What’s yours?” Jin Ling asked. The man had never said, and unlike Jin Ling, he didn’t have his plastered all across the galaxy. All he knew was it wasn’t Wei Wuxian.

“Yuandao,” the man smiled. “I’m Yuandao the radish farmer.” 

“Yuandao,” Jin Ling repeated. “Come to Yumeng when you’re free. My Uncle will help you find your family. They’ll probably be worried since you got frozen.”

Yuandao’s smile twisted. “Goodbye Jin Ling.”

“Goodbye.” Jin Ling awkwardly agreed, before taking off down the hall towards his lightsaber. He had an Uncle to call. 

-------

Behind him the man who was not Yuandao stood and watched until the boy was out of sight. Then he turned back to the trash door and opened it, to meet the standing force of the dead within. 

He nodded to one of the fresher dead who still wore the uniform of the Hutt’s staff. “Follow him, make sure he gets there safely but don’t be seen. Lie still on the ground so that they think you’re a fresh kill. As for the rest of you,” His eyes flashed red.

“Make sure to teach that Hutt a lesson.

[xomoosexo]

BOO! Its a patches 👻

OH MY GOD PATCHY!!!!!

[bluebellhairpin]

My darling, and lovely, Nemo! How wonderful of a little event you have going on - truly it is a work of love!

Perhaps I may be able to participate in such a sweet little event? If you are feeling generous enough to spread that love to me, I would adore nothing more than a love letter for my darling Sero (from MHA).

He is my one true love, the first I ever got in more recent memory, and would appreciate very much a token of said admiration

Much love to you as well, you are truly a delight above all else 💛

darling and lovely patchy! I think you'll find you're truly a delight, at the very least in my eyes <3

My Patchy, 

How’d you like it? I remember you saying these flowers were your favorite, the chocolate too - don’t worry about it being too much (at the very least I can help you eat the chocolates!). 

I don’t usually like going over the top for many things, but this once I’ll make an exception - you’re the love of my life after all! Really it’s the very least I could do. 

But no matter how much I love you and dote on you, you need reminders that I love you - what better chance to do it than Valentine's day! You are so amazing, and I couldn’t ask for anyone better to be in my life that you. Even your imperfections are perfect to me. 

I love you so, so much. 

I’ll let you know it every day, just like you tell me, and I’ll do anything I have to to make sure you believe me! My little pookie boo bear (Ha! That felt so weird to write, but you laughed right? I bet you did, somehow you always find my jokes funny.) 

And I’ve booked us in for dinner at that place you really liked last year (are we making a new tradition?), so dress up nice - I pulled out my waistcoat so it can get its once-a-year breather. 

Love from, Hanta

[thelaughingmerman]

There was a lot going on in my dream last night but I'm sad it was a dream because I adopted a very sweet kitty. She had a black face and the rest of her was patchy white and an icy grey-blue that I don't think cats normally are lol. But she reminded me of a ghost so i named her Boo and she was so incredibly sweet I wish she was real :(

[eefanwritingawfully]

Love Turned To Hate

I’ve got the same whine as a neglected dog, soon enough the same bite as a rabies infected animal

I sit under your feet waiting for any scraps whining quietly, for my hunger will yell at you louder. Maybe when you get angry enough at the volume of my stomach you will feed me, I’ll eat out of my bowl at a wild animalistic speed not waiting to slow down, hacking and coughing as a scarf it down.

I gnaw at my reddened patchy skin from your love, groom my flea and tick ridden fur, a result of my own ignorance. Maybe one day I will be treated, but for now I will let you go about your day let you pass me by after you get home while I whine at your feet my tail still wagging, i saw you glance at me

I whimper by your door at night but not too loud I know how you get when you’re angry. I flinch when you bring your hand up but eager for it to be a soft pat of my head “maybe this time” I say in my mind

I have gotten used to the burn of you kicking me, I’m sorry I’m so ugly, im sorry my coat is no longer as soft as you’d like, Im scruffy and scabbed but one day I will be as beautiful as you wanted me to be. Will you love me then? Will you let me sleep with you, will you feed me everyday secretly giving me an extra scoop because I’ve been good enough? Will you love me when I’m good enough?

Soon I saw myself start to bark, I never used to do that. I felt myself turn to a hound forced to fight, pushed into the ring with nothing but the patches of fur I had left, being booed at because of my skinny body and open flesh where my tail had been, a bleeding wound.

I scratched at you when you threw me out begging you to let me stay I did every trick I knew I wouldn’t let you leave me, you pushed me out into the rain and I bit you, breaking skin I quickly lick it up scared of what I have done, you look down at me in disgust giving me one last kick down the steps before you leave me for the cold

I made myself a home near your house, snarling at passer by, I don’t remember becoming a dog who barks, I always used to whine, beg. I’m not feral, I don’t know why I’m like this

—E.B

[oooohno]

Nana, dear, happy valentine's day💐💐

I'm sure that Nanami has cooked the most delicious version of your favorite meal for the two of you to enjoy tonight, no?

kisses xo

Happy Valentine’s Day bubs 💗

I think Nanamin is busy spoiling our beloved Patchy but Choso & I are currently busy getting drunk & painting valentine’s cards for each other 🥰

How is your jjk boo treating you today?

[the-lavender-creator]

Also boo. My favorite new soft pumpkin blanket went through the wash and came out rough and patchy and not soft anymore and I am very sad about it

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

[unknownjpegs]

impact

“Extraction six, one injury. Requesting medical.” 

At the comm crackle, two black-clad heads lift and swivel in eerie unison. Silhouettes near the same height, stationed and secluded on the swell of a patchy-grassed hill. Awaiting orders just like this.

The smaller, feminine of the two figures begins to rise from a crouch. Thumb at her neck, ready to respond in affirmative. The radio crackles again, and she pauses to listen.

“E-ex…traction six. Amend to one— one fatality. Med stand-by.”

Her companion offers a disappointed tsk.

 “Awh, boo.”

Both settle back into position, wary of the snap-white flashes of gunfire in the distance, the echoing trawl of it across the landscape. Eyes peeled, ears perked: ready to assist.

Well, one of them.

“You’ll get yours,” the smaller figure intones, voice washed in carefully vague judgment and considerably less vague revulsion. “They’re not unit one.”

Her companion grunts in agreement. “Fuckin’ messy.” Then, with an audible smile, adds: “Hopefully.”

“Ugh, Palanivel, you’re…” she sucks in a breath, adjusts her tone. Will tell anyone it was a slip away from professionalism, a harsh snap reigned back for that reason alone. “Disgusting.”

“Ooh, Rodriguez.” Benji purrs theatrically, leaning forward and twisting to find her eyes where they’re shadowed behind that shiny visor. He knows, without seeing, that they dart away. “Keep goin’ to town on me, all snide like that? Might need to reconsider some things.” 

Shut up, she might laugh if it were anyone else. If it were a normal friendship. Barely a friendship, really. First time they met, Rodriguez’s had glazed a bit in fear, just like the rest. Except unlike the rest, she’d sneered at him before deliberately neutral wariness blanketed her expression.

It made Benji like her immediately.

“Disgusting.” Rodriguez says again, but there’s a tiny, tiny hint of something suspiciously light in her usually clipped tone. Hard for people not to lean into the charm when he lays it on like that. 

Their exchange is interrupted by the soft, distant bang of a door opening. At the far end of the field, a figure escapes the ruins of the southern-most warehouse. Hurt, judging from the limp, but neither of them move. The person isn’t dressed in Shadow blacks. 

Enemy, goes the tingle within, cool fingers tracing the inside of his skull. Get ‘em.

When Benji slings the Sig fluidly over his forearm, settles that neat cross cleanly center over the fleeing target’s head, there’s a hedging sigh beside him.

“Not meant to engage.”

“True.” He agrees, and adjusts his finger to brush along the rounded trigger guard instead. “Good thing it’s not first contact, ‘ey?” He glances side-long, but his partner can’t see that — or the smirk beneath his mask. “C’mon. Just a bit of defensive fire as a treat?”

“Christ,” Rodriguez sounds sick about it, but not with actionable strength. “He’s running away.”

And he is. The combatant, small from their vantage point, turns in panicked circles and then sprints west. 

As best he can, with that limp. Benji notes. Hm. Wonder what’s broken.

He’s got the mind to zig-zag, but unfortunately not enough smarts to shake up the pattern. Benji traces it steadily through the scope.

“Yeah.”  The soldier stumbles, arms flung out to catch on the ground, and then gets up — legs kicking cartoonish in the dirt. The limp is worse, and he moves a little slower. “Runnin’ away into a sledgehammer.”

To the west, Wolffe’s leading another unit, since his is largely down for the count. Benji’s been listening closely to their calls. Listening more to the increasingly adrenaline-soaked breaths that begin to lace the corporal’s barking commands. 

Sounds good like that. Sounds almost like it hurts.

Benji’s brain helpfully offers up a miraged image, wavering and fuzzed with desire, of him hefting the weapon across broad shoulders with ease. Warmth tickles below his belly button. A hint of unspooling, sick heat that feels as if a flame is being held up internally, licking chars at his pink insides. It winds solid, feels now like there are fingers within him, petting at the interior of his abdomen. Coaxing to be let free.

He imagines the graceful, crushing, messy, wet swing of that sledgehammer. Imagines the fingers tearing out of him. He shivers.

Benji flicks the safety. “Isn’t it the kind thing to do?” He drops an eye to the sight again. Drops the cross, too — from the figure’s skull to its leg. 

No, is what he knows she wants to say, no it’s fucking not. You could let him run. You could let him go.

Rodriguez shifts in place, stretches out one leg. “I don’t think I’d call it kind.”

“Mm,” Benji hums. His index finger pets over the trigger. “Me either. What d’they call those old nurses — the ones that go ‘round killin’ terminally ill fuckers in hospital?” 

“Angels of mercy,” Rodriguez’s voice is suddenly thin like spun-sugar candy, unsettled. “Hold on —”

The rifle cracks loud. Rodriguez is not a jumpy woman, but she jolts now. Gloved hands twisted in the grass on either side of her thighs, visor sliced bright and shining with the flash. 

“Oops.” Benji says dryly. “Missed.”

Except he hadn’t, of course. The shot is dead-on. Just…not in the slightest bit merciful. Benji’s isn’t an expert shot, not his purpose, but he’s adequate. Decent enough he could make it quick, clean through the heart or skull. 

Benji’s not decent.

Instead, the combatant writhes on the ground. Petting in disbelief, clutching desperate, at the remains of his leg. Through the scope Benji notes how the hinge of it hangs at a funny, loose angle. Been nearly halved; what was once a kneecap now flesh and exposed tendon, shattered bits of bone. Barely connected by a straining bit of muscle.

It’s a mortal wound if he doesn’t get help, judging by the way blood weeps in great spurts from those severed arteries. 

Rodriguez doesn’t have a scope, so the image is less clear. The agony is palpable, if not audible, and so vivid even from afar that she goes: “Jesus.”

It’s nearly impossible for Benji to keep the suggestion from his tone and the filthy, twisted grin from his mouth when he slips a thumb over the radio: “0-5, combatant was headed towards your position. Downed — injured.”

A crackling pause, and then Wolffe’s slightly distorted voice. “Copy.”

He’s a massive blot in the doorway as the metal swings open. The soldier, who has now resorted to desperately pulling himself towards the warehouse���s cover, freezes. He makes a hopelessly sad (amusing, Benji thinks) half-circle in the dirt. Escape attempt. But Wolffe’s got long legs, and this guy’s down to just one. The distance swallows up quick in that wolfish saunter.

Benji’s scope’s smears over the bloodied enemy. Slows as it traces a provocative, voyeuristic regard up the corporal’s legs. Benji darts his tongue out to wet his lips, swallows down pooling saliva, as that cross lingers in a quartering bisection of a wide torso. Holds there a moment, right over his heart. He watches the heaving breaths and flex of muscle as that dense weapon rises beautifully skyward. 

Again, the view lifts. Catches and hovers on Wolffe's rakish, grotesque expression. He's not wearing a helmet.

Gorgeous, Benji thinks. That wide grin splits wrong. Green eyes glinting with awful, sublime ferocity. The head of the weapon is a silvery-flash flurry as it holds hands with gravity. Sweeps in a graceful, plummeting arc to the earth. Brutal. Crushing. 

Gorgeous.

Its impact into skull and brain isn’t audible over the distance. Benji wishes it was. But he at least feels the impact in his stomach; as if the punishing, mercifully destructive thud is meant for him. The harsh steel head pounds that flame, smothers it, crushes those petting fingers in a wobbling, lascivious red mess. The heat becomes something thick and soggy in his gut. 

He doesn’t focus on the impact. Instead, he is absolutely riveted by the crimson pied varnish of viscera as it paints across Wolffe’s pale face. Looks like ink from this distance, and even though it disappears against the grim achromatic wash of his uniform, Benji knows it’s there. A deep, ruddy color that smears across his cheek, the seat of a black glove as he wipes it away. 

 “Wow,” Benji breathes, airy and appreciative. “Vicious.”

“Disgusting,” Rodriguez says for a third time, meaning it. She’s not looking at the scene anymore. Probably hasn’t been for awhile. “Just disgusting.”

Benji laughs.

“Messy,” he corrects in an eerie chirp. The cheerfulness sounds mad as it wraps wantonly around the lust-rough crackle of his voice. “Nice and fuckin’ messy.”

[welcometomybraincomics]

Make me draw my neglected blorbos

A while ago, I went through all my sketchbooks and wrote out the names of all my characters who had names and designs so I could draw them more often. Unfortunately, my brain latches onto new things like a rabid dog and won't let me think of my old guys, so I'm making the list public instead!

Name a character you think sounds interesting, pick a prompt (ex. Ratio T-posing, Sprite in a Pepsi factory, or Quad looking four times as cool), and shoot me an ask! 💖

[Oof, just finished and the whole list has 192 characters, haha]

Key: Character name [Universe/story]

book 1

Winter [pokemon]

Tempest [Supernaturals]

Sparrow [Supernaturals]

Leroy [supernaturals]

Jerikai [supernaturals]

Marina [supernaturals]

NIco [supernaturals]

Ratio [Supernaturals]

Yoshi [Supernaturals]

Shesho [supernaturals]

Popo [Supernaturals]

Supersonic and unnamed friends [Supersonic]

Maddlin [supernautrals]

Agony (mortal) [Supernaturals]

Destruction (mortal) [Supernaturals]

Death (mortal) [Supernaturals]

Sapphire [Mechanical Overload]

Rosline [Mechanical Overload]

Pico [Supernaturals]

Razor Blade [Shattered]

Phi [Shattered]

Monokeros [Shattered]

Stardust [Starlight Guilt]

Nora [Dragon]

Book 2 [brown]

Dark Star [Starlight Guilt]

Gravity [Undead Dolls]

Velocity [Undead Dolls]

Supersonic's brother (named, but stricken from the record out of sheer embarrassment, lmao) [Supersonic]

Nemesis [Shattered]

Katie [Supersonic]

Brice [Supersonic]

Heru [THEM]

Red [THEM]

Nani [Shattered]

Rira [Neighbors]

Android [Supernaturals]

Draco Hunter [1]

Roary [Cat Blobs]

Blue Lilly [Cat Blobs]

Peek-a-boo [Cat Blobs]

Coco [Cat Blobs]

Eclipse [Cat Blobs]

Shadow [Cat Blobs]

Patchy [Cat Blobs]

Diablo [Null Void]

A0221 [Null Void]

Chesh [Dream]

The keyhole children ( 4 and unnamed within their story)

Book 3 [Flip]

Ashwin [Karlegeg]

Aris [1]

Page [THEM]

Markus [THEM]

Masky [THEM]

Emanuel [THEM]

GHOST [THEM]

Sarah and Gale [THEM]

Scratch and Bite [THEM]

Chex [Advanced Displacment]

Character 2 [Advanced Displacment]

Lao [Subterrainer]

Cult Leader [Subterrainer]

Mr. Wiggles [Neighbors]

The Doll Maid

Goo [A Little Insanity]

Jaq [Location: Unknown]

Polar [Location: Unknown]

Katerax [Neighbors]

Nami [Neighbors]

Marsis [Neighbors]

Rae [Neighbors]

Anson [Bounty Hunters]

Zoa [Bounty Hunters]

Izaia [Location: Unknown]

Jerikai (adult) [Shattered]

Kiko [Gremlins]

Zai [Gremlins]

Miti [Shattered]

Daniel [Shattered]

Alfred [Neighbors]

Happy Mask [Segmented secrets]

Red Moon [Segmented secrets]

Black Cirkus [Segmented secrets]

Tripod [Segmented Secrets]

Soki [Segmented Secrets]

Mall Ghost [Segmented secrets]

Shadow Creature [Segmented secrets]

Jet Stream/Angel (involves a secret identity) [Comp]

Jack [Comp]

The Book of Lies

Isis/Wyatt [Alien]

Ash [Alien]

Leo [Alien]

Dirt [Neighbors]

Mirror fox [Mirror]

Karlegeg book

Pon pon [Supernaturals]

Moleskin

Blue Rose [Villain]

Dewdrop [2]

Balthazar [Villain]

Zero [Villain]

Sacrin [Bone and fire]

Sun [Bone and Fire]

Jewel [ Segmented Secrets]

Aqua [Segmented Secrets]

Larz [Segmented Secrets]

Dirt [Segmented Secrets]

Ici [Segmented Secrets]

Radio Devil [Segmented Secrets]

Caution [Segmented Secrets]

Goldie [Segmented Secrets]

Captcha [Segmented Secrets]

Wizard [Segmented Secrets]

Glitch [Segmented Secrets]

Tri [Segmented Secrets]

Quad [Segmented Secrets]

Guava [Segmented Secrets]

Pocket [Segmented Secrets]

Trevor [Segmented Secrets]

Gref [Segmented Secrets]

Mountain [Segmented Secrets]

Array [Segmented Secrets]

Atris [Comp]

Dandy the Dandylion

Cat-fly

Melody

Big Brown

Denny [Mechancical overload]

May [The Empire]

Jack [The Empire]

Kate [The Empire]

Mary [The Empire]

Fabian [The Empire]

Anson [The Empire]

Irene [The Empire]

Vira [Supernaturals]

Malice [Crow's Call]

Maribell [Crow's Call]

Tree boy [DND?]

Xylon [Null Void]

Wish granter

Flex black

Echo [Copy Cat]

Death (god) [Death, My Prisoner]

Pandora [Death, My Prisoner]

Agony (god) [Death, My Prisoner]

Destruction (god) [Death, My Prisoner]

Madness [Death, My Prisoner]

Raily [Meet]

Deric [Meet]

Clorox [DND?]

ACT Friday [Subterrainer]

Dante [A Little Insanity]

Eva [A Little Insanity]

Green book

Blue Moon [Segmented Secrets]

Marcus [Neigbhors]

Alex [Neigbhors]

Alain [Neigbhors]

Monique [You lived to see another day/ DND?]

Ithzani

Argon [Dictate]

Elsy [Dictate]

Sprite

Felix

Stunt Double [Neighbors]

Angel [Starlight Guilt]

Magic Man

Dead Beat

Kashy [Fire and Bone]

Jax [Unknown]

Willow [Deathless]

Maddy [Deathless]

Gil [Deathless]

Jazz [DND?]

Ginger [Reverse]

Lupe [Reverse]

Naga [Reverse]

Obsolete/done

Jerry [THEM]

Docura [THEM]

Yellow Book

Lucifer [Supernaturals]

Satan [Supernaturals]

Pablo [Neigbhors]

Cartel [Neigbhors]

Macaroni [Neigbhors]

Ink [Subterrainers]

Quill [Subterrainers]

Oldmanster [Subterrainers]

Gaea [Supernaturals]

Small purple

Dick [Null Void]

Spirit & Ghoul

Samuel [3]

Mathew [3]

Connor [Restart]

Benji [Restart]

Hallner & Igna

Vivian [Supernaturals]

Mescaline [Mira]

[kysplumbob]

The family then got together and watched a horror movie. Killian and Tallulah thought it was lame so they started kicking the soccer ball around. Patchy pulled his family aside to show them something.

Patchy: Kids… i'm pretty sure this is your Uncle Patrick. I'm not sure 100% sure though 🤨

Killian: Hi Uncle!

Tallulah: Dad.. seriously…

Patchy: I'm serious, I can't really tell since we all usually look alike but this one kinda looks ugly like him..

Patrick: BOO! You're the ugly one!

Patchy: aHH!

Tallulah: wtf?

Killian: Cool!

Rockelle: 😀 haha nice

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[bunnwich]

I think we all have had friends like that! And perhaps know some ppl in the fandom that can seem this way, but I guess if I were to take this ask completely seriously (even though there's no reason for me to.) I have never claimed my word is gospel on anything, and as a shipper, I have never even claimed to be a yume and have expressed annoyance at those who are weirdly aggressive about shipping? ALSO, I do not know this person, we are not friends. They do not know me irl or online. Idk what parasocial relationship they may have formed in their head with me but I cannot dominate anything if there is no discussion. They are hiding behind anon and I highly doubt this is a serious complaint from a friend or mutual. Even so, sometimes you can't take responsibility when ppl get their feelings hurt based on a harmless action of yours. What faux pas have I committed?? I have no control over how my work is perceived in the fandom whether it annoys ppl or they enjoy/agree with me. All I know is I put a lot of thought and work into, specifically my analysis. I always add a disclaimer to say that: this is just my take. What else can I do, anon? Just bc some of them are well-received and accepted by others in the fandom... it's not my fault? As has been echoed by others if you feel I am taking up too much space in a fandom or w/e, block me and do the work yourself to add whatever HCs/opinions you want!! DFGHJK THAT'S ALWAYS ALLOWED. And that's about as genuine of advice I have for this person who IMO just comes off as pathetic and insecure. (This ask was sent right after my ship art. LIKE????) This is not my first rodeo with Leona fans being weird toward me and there seems to be a common thread of them who ALSO shipping themselves with Leona or with their OC. (Some not all ofc, because most ppl are sane.) I can not state how many times I DO NOT CARE ABOUT SHIPPING. DO WHAT YOU WANT. SHIP WHAT YOU WANT. I don't own shit and just bc I do what I do without shame and confidence I am egotistical?? TLDR: If there are ppl out there who seriously agree with this person you have some growing up to do... And if we are friends, have the courage to DM me directly if I have done something to upset you and let's hash it out. I won't bite. That's it. (This is not directed at you in any way Patchy-Boo I'm just ranting FGHJKL💚💚💚)

first off,, I wanted to say I do think your artstyle is cool but it's kind of annoying how you think that you like "claim" leona ngl. you're always clogging up the leona tag with your art, opinions and idk like I just feel like you're a egotistical person who likes to dominate the discussion. like your art is okay but I just get tired of you frankly lmao. I know that you think that your better than everyone. I wonder if anyone else feels the same.

Even in the prison of your own mind, you're still a loser huh? This just sounds like "I can't handle seeing content of a character I like" with more steps.

[animecatoftheday]

Today’s anime cat of the day is:

Pachipachi-bu from Mewkledreamy Mix!

[mspoodle1]

Day 7-13 of the #watercolorjumpstart by @jennygranberry