#theyre my little blorbos

[r0ttenb0gb0dy]

10/10 Coda "Rex" Morelli

It didn't take long at that rate, hurtling towards something dangerously close to love at a speed that would make a Blue Angel blush.

They sort of, kind of, not really hated each other. It was a delicate dance of pointed words, followed up by all-too-soft touches in passing. A pat on the shoulder, a hand grasping at another, Rex’s boot nudging him under the table during meetings. It was almost annoying, actually, how quickly Rex warmed up to him completely and entirely.

Graves cared about Rex and after a long, long while of acting like he didn't see the potential, he gave Rex that promotion. Lieutenant. It felt almost wrong to give it to him over some other Shadows that had been there longer, but something deep within his chest told him that the loyalty Rex offered was to the bone. It wouldn't waver at the slightest hint of anger, come and go like the tide — it was ingrained in Rex’s very being to do what was best for Shadow Company.

The years seemed to move by in slow motion and fast forward all at once, watching Rex go from some skinny, sharp-toothed, afraid little thing with an attitude to a bulky, even shorter-fused firecracker of a Lieutenant. A pack of black cats in a red paper wrapper. He came running whenever Graves called, he went wherever he was told, did whatever he had to. The job got done, regardless of personal feeling or strife.

Rex was a force to be reckoned with.

He would kill for Graves with his bare hands. Rip and tear into flesh like it were paper if it meant that he could satisfy his Commander. The day that he obtained his, supposed to be, final promotion at Shadow Company was a horrific one. Coated in a thin layer of sweat and a thick layer of blood as he dug his knife out of the chest of the enemy in front of him, another thick splatter coating his face.

Graves decided right then and there, in the middle of a bombing run over their precise location, that if anyone was going to carry on the legacy of the company, God forbid anything happened to him, it would be Rex. The way he flickered his green eyes up to meet Graves’, his mask coated in blood, a wicked smile that showed from just the creases around his eyes.

Messy and raw, the way a leader should be.

Only a few moments were wasted being back at base when Graves said something, unable to bite his tongue as he watched Rex light a cigarette and take a long drag. He was still dressed in his full tactical gear, still covered in the red liquid that made his eyes that much more vibrant, black painted fingernails chipped as they idly picked at the dried blood.

“You know, I never would've thought I’d see you gut a man with a knife with the way you used to fight with one.” He starts, looking Rex up and down. Inspecting him, dissecting his features. “Used to be so scared of them things.”

“Yeah, well, things change. I got thicker skin.” Rex sort of shrugs, reaching up to yank his helmet off unceremoniously. Dark hair spilling out, streaks of grey more pertinent than they had been years prior. Roots all grown in a similar shade of grey, making the dark ends look that much darker. “I’m just doin’ my job.”

“You do more than that, though, and you know it. You always push that extra mile.” Graves replies, taking a seat next to Rex. He nabs the cigarette from his Lieutenant’s hand and takes a drag for himself before returning it. “Always have a goddamn smile on your face while you do it, too.”

“Always have, haven't I?” Rex chuckles.

“You hated me for a long time, don't act like you didn't.”

“Hmm? Who's to say I still don't?” They say in jest, shouldering Graves gently. The Commander almost laughs, shaking his head instead as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He has always despised the way that Rex can make his brain get all cross wired with just a few words, making any sense of control disappear in the instant it takes to make a witty remark. “I’m kidding, I…I don't think I could ever hate you. You’re my person, y’know?”

“Should start rethinkin’ your choices if I'm the person you choose to rely on.”

“Why’s that, huh?”

“You can rely on yourself in this world, that's about it.” Graves replies, his hands behind his head now, fingers interlocked. He’s deep in his thoughts when Rex places a hand on the broad surface of his back, gently rubbing circles in some form of comfort. Graves couldn't quite place why he needed that little comfort, but it was welcome all the same. “Really wormed yourself into my head, y’know that?”

“So that means I’m your person, too, right?”

“My Achilles heel.” Graves mumbles under his breath with a combination of disdain and admiration.

“Romantic.” Rex replies with a little smirk crossing their expression. “It always comes back to a tragedy with us, doesn't it?”

“Does it?” Graves looks up to meet Rex’s eyes, finding that charming little smile. Warm, cozy like a cup of tea on a particularly cold morning. He chooses to ignore the usage of ‘us’ in order to hear Rex’s explanation.

“I mean, Achilles was arrogant towards anyone else that looked his way, anyone except Patroclus. He mourned nothing more in life than the death of Patroclus, you know that? They were cremated and placed in the same urn.” Rex states in a matter of fact tone, though Graves’ mind is elsewhere from his deadpan delivery. It’s on the fact that he, too, would mourn nothing more than losing Rex. The Company could burn, the country could burn, he just needed Rex to be alive. He hadn't realized it outright until then that he relied on Rex so heavily, but years of close knit attachment will do that. He couldn't imagine the Company without him. “History books call them best friends. A general and his soldier.”

“What do you call them?”

“Lovers.” Rex hums softly, flicking the ash off of their cigarette. “But I mean, Roman soldiers had a very strange relationship with each other, so…maybe I’m just reading too far into it.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Graves murmurs, thinking for all of two seconds before he puts an arm around Rex. “How about us? Commander and Lieutenant Commander?”

“Hah — you're somethin’ else, y’know? I’m trying to be nice to you and it comes back to some power dynamic.” Rex laughs. Graves is entirely serious.

“You’d inherit the Company, should anything ever happen to me. I don't think that's something ‘best friends’ do, though.” Graves shrugs, all too playful in his wording, the same way Rex is. They rubbed off on each other a miserable amount. Briefings have become interesting, that's for sure, with two equally witty men at the head of the table.

Both too confident to admit what they're both trying to.

“Are you trying to tell me you love me, Philip Graves?” Rex says with a teasing tone, dragging their hand up Graves' arm. Tracing over the Shadow Company insignia embroidered on the sleeve, Shadow 0-1 right below it. His matches, 0-2.

“Maybe. Is that a bad thing?”

“Oh, terrible.” Rex replies, nestling themselves up against Graves as they finish the smoldering cigarette between their middle and ring fingers. “I thought we're only supposed to rely on ourselves, lest we succumb to the tragedy of needing another person?”

“Do as I say, not as I do.”

“Hypocrite.” Rex mumbles, whilst Graves gently rests his head against theirs, hesitating to let himself get close.

“I know, darlin’. Can you love me anyways?”

“Depends, will you leave me to run this place by myself?”

“Not if I can help it. As long as I’m breathing you won't ever have to be alone again.”

Bold words. A tall order. Both are firm believers that nothing could ever come to pass to separate them, not permanently.

“Promise?” Rex asks, holding out their pinky finger. Graves’ locks with it, as childish as it feels.

“Promise.”

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epic conclusion . this is like... 3-4 years before MWII takes place bt dubs ! ill eventually try my hand at writing some rexxy insert fics for the campaign but im also incredibly lazy 💔😔

taggies @simonrriley the realest

[onejellyfishplease]

When you have the time can we see more of your turtles? (TMNST)

Also Happy Tuesday you glorious jellyfish!!

hmmmm idk!

whenever i feel like drawing them i guess (shrugs)

and a happy tuesday right back at you!

[scyllamoonlight]

Word Vomiting about my Warden OC’s Selene Amell and Eos Surana how they met.

Amell was brought to the circle at the age of 4, exceptionally young. Due to this she was able to be heavily indoctrinated into the circle and hardly thought about the darker side of being a mage, in fact, she was incredibly dissmissive to it. She hardly experienced anything overly negative in her time within the circle, partly due to Irving being her mentor and partly due to her own blind obedience to the system she was raised in.

Additionally, Amell being brought into the circle so young meant that she had a good 3-5 years of hardly anyone her own age. During this time Irving and Greagoir were both heavily drilling the chantry mindsets into her, with the knight-commander ensuring she wouldn’t want to leave, and Irving ensuring she would focus entirely on studies. By the time she was able to interact with others she had a very “katniss everdeen” social mindset, she figured most people were only nice to her due to Irvings influence, and she heavily missed most social cues. She ended up secluding herself naturally, she had read nearly every book in the tower library by the time she was 12. Which brings us to Surana.

Surana was brought to the circle at the age of 12. An intensly rebellious city elf boy who wanted to join the dalish but was caught by templars after electrocuting a shopkeep who chased him after he stole appples.Surana deeply valued his freedom and adventure. The circle was his worst nightmare. He tried running from the templar at every chance but efforts were (evidently) futile. When he reached the circle it was decided he would need a “companion” *cough* supervisor *cough* who he wouldn’t be overly hateful towards and who could possibly mellow out his personality. Which is how Surana and Amell came to be friends. 

Upon their first meeting, Surana was struggling in a Templars grip whilst the Templar told Amell to introduce Surana to the circle and be his “mentor” to the lifestyle. When Surana finally calmed he managed to somehow rope Amell into an “experiment” in which he attempted to climb down the tower rapunzel style using Amells insanely long hair, which quickly escalated upon a 15 year-old anders finding them and deciding to also try his luck. All three were inevitably stopped with anders going into solitary for two days, Surana recieving 3 days of cleaning duty and Amell recieving a soft chiding from an amused Irving.

Whilst Greagoir was begining to wonder if the introduction of Surana to Amell was a bad idea, Surana was completely set upon the plan of making the most, gullible, socially inept child in the circle, his friend.

[abyssal-ilk]

dai knew not to let vivienne and solas talk to each other for too long because she'd be able to sniff out his bullshit if given half an hour and two glasses of wine btw

[quirinah]

ummmmmmm guys this dungeons looking a little dark here..........................ummmm..... hello??? guys??

[puppppppppy]

doodles of my fav sillies

anton belongs to @poicyss

[aqrilene]

Simple gentle gestures

(fixing each other's hair in the morning)

[zemi-noelle-art]

So at my work we sell calico critters which are near and dear to my heart, and I've also been super into Trigun Stampede lately, so naturally my brain gave me this wonderful concoction that I had to draw and share with you all.

Also because my coworker suggested it, I made them into stickers! Links below :) Vash sticker Wolfwood sticker

[oensible]

My personal 9/11 of the state of sharks rpf (incl. of fic posts narrativitzation everything etc) is that every time i see anythi f about paternal relationships its almost always macklin when EYE think klim kostin has way more interesting media uotes about his father except most of the meat is in russian articles so you gotta google translate them. Rick being a public figure and his son being a 1oa pick making them more famous than this ex highly ranked prospect that stopped being highly ranked like half a decade ago is my downfall

[mintedwitcher]

Since I can't write any bucktommy fics rn (rip to my laptop and pc) I am Graciously Begging for more bucktommy fics that are SOLELY bucktommy (nothing against buddie, love them, but please I want to drown in bucktommy for a little while without the buddie aspect getting in the way)

Anyone taking prompts is very welcome to reply to this or dm me, I have Many Thoughts

[alinalal-art]

SHOP UPDATE !!!!

I've added my new charm designs + sticker versions of them!

Link to my shop here

[strawberrycowtime]

doodles!

closeups under the cut

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

Is this canon? Technically no.

Is it even In character? Absolutely not!

Do I care? Not really!

Locus is my blorbo and i can put him in annoying situations, like having a small squad of annoying but just-good-enough-to-not-kill-them Feds, if i want to

[maples-wonderland]

ghoul and poison found a child

[cirrus-grey]

Sorry, okay, I don't give two shits about any of the plot or insights dropped in this episode, I'm too stuck on Trevor Herbert, MP.

[pipittypro]

Adopting characters from medias that have little to no lore written for them is so funny. Cause they've always just been little guys and then you decide they're your little guys now and then they start talking in your brain like they're infodumping everything the writers never did for them

Yes this is about the Skylanders Ring of Heroes portal master kids shut up they're my little guys and I love them