#scrapper oc

[lethalcontracts]

"The name's Patchwork... Try not to stare too much, otherwise I'll have to teach you the manners your momma never did."

Patchwork is usually the last one alive in the crew that they are assigned, so rumors like to spread about him possibly sabotaging or killing his own crew; because of this hostility, he tends to stick to himself and is short tempered to others.

The missing arm and the split helmet was the result of a hungry Jester that he was teleported from before it could completely crush him in its jaws.

As for his other leg, he lost that to the Affliction (dont worry, hes no longer infected). He managed to obtain a nutcracker leg as a partial prosthetic and modified it to his own taste.

[he will use that shovel with deadly force if he has to.]

[transmogrified-in-the-void]

Character drawings feat my worst interpretation of a kenku

[maxicaiman]

Shock line has the patience of a GOD.

Mixmaster and scrapper? That’s some work.

I think he's got em under control,,,

[dozzzingbunni]

mem (my oc) and blythe (@thedolmainblog's oc) as That One TikTok Trend that went around awhile ago ! lore drop (/j) but zeze was actually my biggest motivation to make me go DAMN. I SHOULD REALLY JUST BITE MY FIST AND MAKE THAT OC ACC bc i was like. in AWE of blythe and aiden. so thank you !!! please accept my thanks

[jei-rifni]

Constructicons + my dumb oc Bridger who is like some wet cat they adopted idk

[yougotthetouch]

a few doodles and sketch requests 💖 thank you for getting me to draw some characters I haven't yet!!

requests from tumblr:

(apologies for the cop out of one single constructicon, but I have a scrapper blokee and that one blooper line cracks me the hell up)

[riddlesmoon]

bombshell blythe ft. aiden! aw man

for @thedolmainblog!!!

honestly just an excuse to practice my editing and try out random stuff in c*pcut lol... its been really long since i did a project like this so its uh... kinda all over the place, sorry 😭 but i persevered. For Blythe. Do It For Him

songs: Bombshell Blonde by Owl City & Revenge (DJ Got Us Fallin' in Love Minecraft Parody) by CaptainSparklez

[birderer]

PRETTY FACE [Uglayyyy]

(redraw)

Some ink stuff to try and break an art block im in. Original below the cut.

[ask-wir-oc]

THINK FAST CHUCKLENUTS!

[ibrithir-was-here]

Tada! Merry Christmas @animate-mush ! I hope you enjoy it as much as Barry is enjoying this particular vintage xD

[fire-lizard-ro]

Why do I do this to myself- Anyways. Prince Blythe because I’ve been reading too many manhwa again.

I could Not make myself draw fancy patterns on his outfit after drawing the frame but that’s a Tomorrow Problem-

Character belongs to @thedolmainblog

[flickeringquip]

Convince the Fighter abstinence is bad for his health. There may be consequences(?) <<

A text continuation of this post, feat. @thedolmainblog's Blythe (shamelessly self-indulgent smut below the cut)

Your lips meet Blythe's a bit more forcefully than you intended, but you don't let that slow you down. You take advantage of his gasp to swipe your tongue against his own, hoping to entice him into responding.

Your knuckles turn white as your grip tightens on his shirt; you don't have a back-up plan to speak of, and frankly you're not sure you'd ever be able to look him in the eyes again if he shoves you away—

(1) And then he does move, but it's certainly not away.

In what feels like barely a few blinks, you find your positions almost completely reversed. You hear wood crack as it's kicked out of the way and internally thank your trusty crate for its service—

A firm thigh pushes between your own as warm hands slide over your ass with a squeeze, and then you get a taste of your own medicine as it's your gasp that's taken advantage of, this time.

(1) You don't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't quite this.

This being how you're pinned firmly to the concrete wall behind you, weight supported by the leg slotted between your own and the hands on your ass as every shift and squirm finds you inadvertently grinding down against Blythe's thigh — and making the most dreadfully embarrassing little noises that are only mostly muffled by the Fighter's own lips against your own.

Already you can feel the desire pulsing in your middle, can feel the heat building between your thighs with each of your little shifts and squirms, each squeeze of Blythe's hands as he kisses you like a man possessed.

(1) It's only when you break the kiss, feeling like you can't quite get enough air, that his attention shifts.

Those same lips trail down to your throat as his hands slide up to take a firmer hold of your hips — and this time there's nothing to muffle the moan that startles out of you when he sucks a bruising mark over your pulse and grinds you down harder against his thighs.

His echoing groan rumbles through you like a physical touch, tension winding hot and fast in your middle as Blythe guides your hips into a rolling rhythm against his leg — and fuck if the easy way he moves you doesn't make you burn all the hotter.

You lose a bit of time, then, losing yourself in the all-consuming onslaught of his affections. It's dizzying, overwhelming, and leaves you utterly unable to focus on anything other than him—

(1) Which leaves you caught entirely off-guard when you suddenly find yourself only scant seconds away from cumming.

"Blythe—" Your fingers fist tighter into his shirt, the only part of your positions that has remained the same, a shivery note to your voice you're unfamiliar with as your thighs squeeze around his own, not even aware of the faint quiver working its way down your spine, "W-wait a sec, I, I'm—"

Blythe, who most certainly did notice your little tremble, the way your breath begins to catch in your throat, the heat he can feel through both of your trousers—

"Cum," The order is as demanding as it is desperate, all but growled into your ear as he presses even closer, tilting your hips until the next roll of them has you loosing a stuttered cry, every inch of you going taut as a bowstring in his grasp, "Aster, cum."

(1) And really, what can you do but listen?

Pleasure crashes through you like a tidal wave, and you're only dimly aware of the lips slanting over yours to muffle noises you hadn't even realized you could make. Your body moves of its own volition, hips rocking jerkily against Blythe's thigh as you ride out your orgasm with mindless intent until you're finally spent.

You collapse against the Fighter's chest like a puppet with her strings cut, trembling all over as you try and catch your breath in the wake of such unexpected intensity. Just above you, Blythe makes a noise that nearly sounds pained, and it's jarring enough to have you lifting your cheek from his collar to peer up at him in somewhat bleary concern—

And then you're being moved again, faintly trembling hands no less strong as they hoist your legs up around his waist. You can't help but fidget, and Blythe responds by taking another half-step closer, leaving you pinned flush between him and the wall — and entirely unable to miss the firm bulge that grinds into your still-sensitive sex, hot enough to make you whine even through the layers of cloth between the two of you.

(1) "Again."

Time blurs again. You try to cling to your composure, but it's a battle you lose laughably quick when every rock of Blythe's hips sends frissons of heat shocking through you. The high-pitched little noises - nearly mewls - have you flushing bright enough to rival your hair, but it's blessedly easy to ignore, because—

Blythe seems fixated on wringing another orgasm from you just like this, grinding into you with laser-focused intensity, adapting real time to what pulls the best noises from you. Normally you'd feel a little bad at your lack of participation, but honestly it's all you can do to hang on for the ride, what with how determined the Fighter is on driving pesky little things like thoughts out of your head.

(1) Your next orgasm leaves you twice as breathless and shaky as the last, and you only just catch the muttering coming from above you.

"Not here, not here," Blythe all but chants the words, and the fingers flexing against your hips are your only warning before you find yourself plucked away from the wall, arms slipping instinctively around his neck as Blythe walks with a single-minded focus to. . . Somewhere? You get your answer when you find yourself set gently down upon a leather seat. It's Blythe's motorcycle; you've seen him on it a handful of times, but you've never been on one before. He hands you a helmet, waiting a little impatiently for you to put it on, and you're in enough of a daze from your unexpected - and successive - climaxes that you do so without even really thinking about it. He tightens it for you before getting on himself, reaching back to pull your arms around his waist, guiding you grab your opposite wrists before looking over his shoulder with a look caught somewhere between stern and feverish. "Hang on tight." (1) Why did no one tell you motorcycles vibrated so much?

End of Pt. 1(?)

[kingdomofpink]

BRO THIS THE FASTEST ART I EVER DID admittedly I did have a sketch prior and I just needed to mess with it a bit before lining BUT STILL

@thedolmainblog of course I had to draw THE GUY who made me want to actually work on my PC seriously Blythe is SO trustworthy pilled I think Neera would actually like him a lot

[punk-rockrz]

Been traditional pilled recently

[suranastair]

Raya Thorne 🪽

🔵 Age || 34 🔵 Lineage || Human 🔵 Pronouns || They/Them 🔵 Identity || Panromantic / Greysexual 🔵 Class || Rogue 🔵 Specialization(s) || Saboteur 🔵 Faction || The Grey Wardens 🔵 Romance || Davrin 🔵 Besties || Taash 🔵 Frenemies || Lucanis

[ichigosan]

3\? Vroom-Vroom. 🏍️✨

She knows how to surprise :D Leighton is afraid of her, so he doesn't really try to meet her plans. And yes, she actually has pointy ears, she just hides them a lot at school.

@thedolsideblog ;)