Tragedy Among the Scholars of War

Your name is BELATU KADROS. You like OLD THINGS, especially books and historical artifacts. You are AWKWARDLY SINCERE and a bit of a KNOW-IT-ALL, but at least you have nice manners. The rest of the Boat Trolls crew: Saniza Pancho Enkidi Galgal Elusca Pontop Sigmah Koneko Jethro Makwaa Erskin Aspera pictures RP archive in google docs, updated monthly-ish

[unknownbinaries]

Doodled a few Bels during gaming today, from the Boat Trolls RP I’ve been facefirst in catching up on instead of reading stuff I need to be thinking about illustrating soon. He needs more scars, though.

[jumpingjacktrash]

slkdfjALFJDGSDGHKLJH THESE ARE SO GOOD THO?

thank u omg so beautiful, i love your lines and the sense of motion and the haaaaair and just wow yes

[stayfr-sh]

McWay Falls in Big Sur, California

[roachpatrol]

wow this looks exactly like what i think bel’s island looks like. 

[jumpingjacktrash]

hell yes, it’s PERFECT.

edit: i just image searched ‘big sur’ and it turns out several of the other pictures i’ve reblogged to bel’s blog as landscape reference were also from there! so yeah, big sur is what bels’ (and pancho’s and erskin’s) island looks like!

[spockandawe]

One more boat trolls picture! Because, man. I couldn’t stop before I’d drawn Bel (jumpingjacktrash’s askcrossfirehurricane) and Galley (vastderp​‘s bustedcrankshaft). Every time there’s a new AU, I just fall more and more in love with these precious nerds, and the navy AU is the latest flavor of amazing. I love all the characters these folks rp, but Bel was the first one I really fell for, and Galley was a close second, and I physically cannot get enough of watching them fall in love with each other.

OH, almost forgot. There’s context for that outfit. Jesse reblogged this helmsman uniform post, and how I possibly have said no?

[jumpingjacktrash]

JOYOUS SCREECHINGeeeeeee this is SO GOOD YES I LIKE IT MHMMMM

[spockandawe]

Let’s have another boat trolls picture! If I recall correctly, all trolls involved here belong to roachpatrol, for the boat trolls Navy AU rp (I can’t figure out how to hyperlink from mobile, I’m sorry), mainly hosted on kintsugi.seebs.net, though Erskin does have his own blog, flintlockgallivant. So I’ve been ADORING Lainey and Arguus since they showed up, and I’m shipper yeah and I’ve been quietly nursing this ship in my heart without any real hope of it becoming canon, and then oh man. OH MAN. These three are so adorable together, and all of the dynamics are so distinct and precious, even though there hasn’t been all that much of Arguus and Lainey yet, it’s SO CUTE and I just want more!

[roachpatrol]

!!!! AAAAAAA!! THIS IS SO CUTE AAAAAAAAaaaaaaa

*lies down forever*

[jumpingjacktrash]

oh my gosh look at the cuties :3

[roachpatrol]

a smol fluffy friend locked in deadly combat with his jingleball

[jumpingjacktrash]

hello tiny genius <3

[perihelions-babyteeth]

Smol!Dad is smol. (also transparent, for sit on your desktop with his beautiful son)

[jumpingjacktrash]

OHHH I AM SO CHEERED THANK YOU <3 <3 <3

[mannersminded]

naked cuddles for rainbowbarnacle who is both a wonderful person and having a rough run of things. (also because even scars can heal.) i hope you enjoy.

[rainbowbarnacle]

oh my goodness this is so sweet! god, I’m tearing up, hahaha X) thank you so, so much!

[roachpatrol]

aaaahh this is so cute

[jumpingjacktrash]

lkdsfjhdfgkljh oh my god look at the pale babies :3 :3 :3

[jumpingjacktrash]

heyyy guess who has two thumbs and updated the boat trolls log!

Angst Bucket Tango 4: Chasing Erskin

erskin/the color green = otp?

[roachpatrol]

i just wanted to scribble self-indulgent oc shenanigans where they’re happy for once and also wearing dumb uniforms

[jumpingjacktrash]

I’M SO HAPPY :D :D :D

[flintlockgallivant]

Pancho wakes you up in the middle of the afternoon just to tell you not to look at some videos. At first you’re just confused, but she’s your leafbro,...

(most rp text is going to be happening on the kintsugi forums from now on! go there for further adventures.)

[askcrossfirehurricane]

[the format is just so much easier to use. these blogs will be for art, ooc, asks, and announcements. we’ll still post log update links here, they’ll just be easier to find. :D]

[jumpingjacktrash]

d’awww roach will u draw smudgy mechanic jethro and scoldy erskin with the handi-wipes? and diamonds errwher :3

[roachpatrol]

WELCOME TO FANTROLL HELL THERE ARE NO EXITS

[askcrossfirehurricane]

==> Bel: Cannot unsee.

You’re dozing in the leaned-back seat of your flyer -- parked in camo mode in the overgrown vehicle plaza of an abandoned fuel station -- when soft alert chimes from your husktop filter into your dreams. They come at long intervals, a minute or two apart. You keep nodding back off in between; you haven’t been sleeping much lately, and it’s starting to catch up with you.

You dream you checked the alerts, and they tell you the gossip blogger is interviewing Galley about Erskin, who is fine, Galley is taking care of him, and Galley is a celebrity now, no one would cull the helmsman of the Sunslammer, he’s like a movie star...

Your phone beeps ... .-.. at normal volume, and you come awake flailing.

You barely manage to keep from knocking Reggie’s egg off the passenger seat, but fortunately it’s well nestled into its feather-stuffed satchel (now fitted with a pocket heating unit tuned to your blood temp, since you don’t know Erskin’s) and only rocks instead of rolling. You find your phone after a lot of grumbling.

SL: bel, do not check those alerts, let me handle it.

Groggy and not really processing what you read, you immediately do precisely what Pancho just told you not to do.

It’s... some random bulgemunch’s party video. Wobbly camera work, sound is terrible -- wait, are these people rainbow drinkers? Is this a drinker party? You sit up and fumble for your glasses. This must have something to do with Cloris, it wouldn’t have tripped your systems if it didn’t. And it’s her sort of fancy, decadent crowd -- yes, there she is. You begin to observe strategically, coldly, for just about a second and a half, before you spot Erskin and your detachment begins to erode.

She’s treating him like a lapdog. She’s treating him like a toy.

That’s bad enough, but then the other drinkers keep touching him. She keeps them from crossing a certain line -- though she does things to him while they watch that he would surely object to if he weren’t obviously drugged to the gills -- but still, they bully him, taunt him, hurt him in sly little ways, over and over.

CH: * Sergeant, identify every troll who touches him in any of these videos.

SL: fuckin a bel i told you not to watch these!

CH: * I’m going to kill them all.

SL: bel, stop watching the videos. right now.

CH: * Find them.

You sign off. The video is getting worse. Their relentless black-flirting is starting to wear him down, you can see the panic beginning to bubble up through the drugged compliance. Until finally, one troll attacks openly, claws him, bites him, bloodies him until he flees -- your claws pop through the upholstery of your seat.

It’s starting to dawn on you that this might be heading for -- the reason Pancho told you not to watch -- the idiot with the camera is yelling and chasing, they’re surrounding Erskin in a nightmare mob -- you wonder if you should brace to watch your rival die, but how? How would you brace for that? You’re going to murder every single one of these filthy leeches, you’re going to see them die slow and ugly, you’re going to prune away every finger that touched him, burn off their lips and pull out their fangs --

He doesn’t die. In the end, they don’t kill him. They only truss him up like an animal and sedate him.

They put this video on the fucking internet.

You slam out of the flyer and stalk back and forth across the weed-split concrete, heedless of the spitting snow. Your thoughts are a high thin screech of jagged murder. Your guts are sour like you’ve been drinking battery acid. Your heart is a dull, swollen ache of loss.

Your beautiful barbarian. Your wild windblown mischief. How dare they.

Pacing isn’t enough. You get out your loudest gun, a shotgun loaded with slugs the size of olives, specialized for big game. In the unarmored flesh of a fleetbeast (or a rainbow drinker, you mentally snarl), the entry wound is the size of a shot glass, and the exit wound is bigger than a fist. You fantasize about blowing cereal-bowl-sized craters in every face in that video except Erskin’s as you systematically shoot out every window the fuel station has left. And if there are tear tracks cutting through the week of travel grime on your cheeks, well, it doesn’t spoil your aim.

You’ve run out of windows and are taking potshots at what remains of the sign when you hear the distant whine of enforcement drone engines. Some asshole called in a noise disturbance or something. You could bluff it out, you’re a highblood and this station’s a vacant ruin, but the mood you’re in, you’re not certain you wouldn’t open fire on the drones.

Three long strides back to the flyer, start the engines as you put up the shotgun, fasten your seat harness with your left hand and tuck the egg pouch between your feet with your right. With a deep breath and a desperate call to the icy river you know still runs through your soul, you don’t roar off in an obvious cloud of exhaust and noise. You drift gently up into the sky until you’re sure the haze of your camo field is lost among the falling snow, and then take off at a modest cruising speed that won’t generate any sonic booms or contrails.

Shotgunning inanimate objects until your hands were numb took some of the edge off, but your mind is still singing murdermurdermurder.

That’s fine, you concede. Yes, I am definitely going to kill each and every one of them. But rescuing Erskin is job one. I am stronger than this rage. I am colder than this rage. I am inevitable.

Within you, the angrypanic breaks like an iceberg calving, a thunderous release of pressure and then cold, endless cold, even colder than before.

You turn your phone back on.

CH: * The core plan hasn’t changed. I can kill the rest of them later, once Erskin is safe.

SL: oh thank fuck

CH: * Don’t worry about me now, Pancho, I’m in no position to appreciate it. Let’s just get this business done.

SL: i’ll leave you alone about it on one condition: you meet me for a jam before doing any extra murders.

CH: * Cloris may have guards or hangers-on.

SL: don’t be pedantic. you know what i mean. bel, you need to trust me. you’re losing focus, i know what it looks like, you’re gonna wish you listened if you don’t.

CH: * I trust you. I’ll come in once Erskin’s safe.

SL: ok good. be careful, babe. <>

CH: * I will. <>

As you sign off, you reflect that while you felt nothing typing that diamond, Pancho’s wellbeing is still one of your highest priorities. You haven’t lost yourself.

You just hope you haven’t lost Erskin.

But as you look halfheartedly for a safe place to put down and catch another hour’s sleep, you begin to realize that what you saw... terrible as it was, what you saw suggests you haven’t lost him at all. Whatever lies Cloris has laid in his mind like filthy little eggs, his soul hasn’t forgotten you. However aroused she was able to get him with her drugs and her cruel parody of pity, the others’ blackflirting left him cold. He wasn’t wearing enough clothing to conceal his total lack of interest.

And how he recoiled, how his lips twisted when they caught at him, that wasn’t the sexy kind of hate. That was pure disgust.

You were despairing, before. You couldn’t imagine he would ever come back to you, you were almost sure he’d genuinely lost interest in you even before Cloris started meddling. But somehow, in the middle of all that, he stayed faithful to you.

Where the ache of loss was, now something else is growing. Something fierce. Needle-focused. Relentless.

He didn’t give up on you, even under that kind of pressure. So you will never, never give up on him. Let every rainbow drinker on the planet stand between you and him, you will patiently cut them down for as long as it takes. Let Cloris run and hide in every velvet rat’s nest she can find, you will follow and follow and eventually you’ll dig her up, destroy her, and take your wild boy back.

[roachpatrol]

a quartet of dorfs (dwarf dorks)

[rainbowbarnacle]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[jumpingjacktrash]

ldsakjfghlsdfkjghsdflkgjh sdjflkjbeeeeeEEEEEEEEEE

shut up i’m completely calm

[askcrossfirehurricane]

[ooc] archive updated!

Angst Bucket Tango 3: Fish Alchemy

enjoy!

[roachpatrol]

when ur coplayers are feeling crummy you draw them cute buglet doodles right

[jumpingjacktrash]

ahhh this is exactly what i needed in my life today <3

and yes i love the sign like “welp u need a sign but we have no clue where the hell your genes came from so uh… HERE UR A STAR CONGRATS”

[roachpatrol]

pupation scribbles

[jumpingjacktrash]

AAAA CUTIE CUTIE CUTIE

[siveambrai]

Rainbow, happy belated birthday! Sorry I was so slow but I wanted to take my time with this and make sure it was as nice as you are :)

I hope you enjoy it. There is a high res version [here]. I will also happily email you the photoshop file if you would like. 

[jumpingjacktrash]

AAAAAA LOOK AT THIS AUD LOOK AT IT <3 <3 <3

[rainbowbarnacle]

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD

OH MY GOD IT’S GORGEOUS

THE BOAT

HER WETSUIT

POOR HUDDLED GALLEY

THE BOAT

HER TROLL WONDERWOMAN POSE

HER AWESOME SMILE, ALL TADAAA TIME TO CONQUER THE FUCKEN NIGHT

THE BOAT

JFKDS;LGHDSA;LGHADSFDSAFAS

Thank you so freaking much for this, don’t worry about being slow, this made my whole morining 200% better.

*SAVES IT DOZENS OF TIMES SO IT CAN LIVE FOREVER*