B.O.W Unit 3586-UMB, known as &quot;RPD&quot;

A tall glass of SKINLESS and BEEF has shown up! Here’s beefo boy RPD wearin’ his +50 Mudhole stompin’ thigh highs~

Drawn by my SO KruglovSniper :3 <3

#MMMM BEEFY

RPD gets super sassy when he’s taller.

…and chunkier.

This (and the OC on the left belongs to!) was done by @rileyomalley !!

#i got thicc

((...Man, I really need to post here again.))

((I saw an early screening of Pacific Rim Uprising and it was SUPER RAD. also i should probably move that car crash post from my most recent post lmao))

My Thursday was eventful!

((Hows this for a Munday? Lol.))

"I gotta say, you always did have great taste in shoes."

Ha! You're damn right I do!

xanthelasma

feels like 2013 again

#Voice claim

“Listen, buddy, For the last time I said I’m the BOOT Fairy. Now whadaya want?”

An older piece done by @azyomecha that I still really adore 💚

(Another Munday, another pair of boots :B )

#LOOK WHAT I FOUND ON EBAY #also thats my personal blog if anyone cares

what if:

RPD in a pinup pose wearing these

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RPD felt his heavy body get lifted up off the ground, the wet slap of meat quickly following as his unresponsive arm hit the puddle of blood that he was laying in. Unable to look up, he mumbled toward the stained concrete, “…Who th’ fuck…”

“I suppose we do.” RPD leaned back against the wall, rubbing what was left of his face. “It’d make more sense if I was completely sober, which is a rare occasion.” A smirk, “Oh yeah? Gimmie a 12 pack and I’ll field strip my Beretta.” He paused, “Feelin’? Alright I guess...sore. Really, really sore. Probably can stand up at this point. Gonna scoot on then?”

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RPD felt his heavy body get lifted up off the ground, the wet slap of meat quickly following as his unresponsive arm hit the puddle of blood that he was laying in. Unable to look up, he mumbled toward the stained concrete, “…Who th’ fuck…”

“So the big thing hasn’t happened yet, judging by yer answer.” A valid point he made as he took the bottle, twisting it open and dunking two of the pills into his mouth without hesitation. “Hope that’s just regular aspirin and not some magic get better pill cause it wouldn’t agree with my liver. Or lungs. Pretty sure they’re just black sludge and charcoal at this point.” A shrug, but RPD seemed in some better spirits now, “So I got a stack of files on me, somethin’ big is gonna happen with me, an’ you gotta make sure it happens and I don’t fuck something up. Again.” He counted on his fingers, “An’ you, Gem, have been watchin’ for a while. I think I’m sober enough to get it. Maybe.”

“Don’t worry, it’s just vicodin… I think. I dunno, been a long time since I got them. It’s pain killers, the uh, normal kind.” She cracked her back, feeling stiff from sitting. She decided to lean up against the wall next to him and relax with her legs outstretched.

“I didn’t say it was a big thing. Just a thing. Or things. God don’t make me explain how time works.” She nods her head and pats his shoulder “Man I’m so proud of you, you’re able to remember a conversation that just happened. And people say your brain gets damaged when it’s on the outside.” She grins to herself, obviously making her own amusement now.

“But yeah, I’ve been watchin’ you off and on when I need to, along with some other people. I’m uh, not exactly suppose to show myself to people I’m watchin,’ but that takes the spice out of life.”

RPD smirked a little bit, “Ehy least I’m important for somethin’. Aside from blowing up buildings anyway.” He was still curious though, “So it’s like a job then, huh. Were you assigned to watch me or was somethin’ about my file that stood out that made you volunteer?”

“People do say that about brain damage? Well shit they ain’t seen me disassemble a rifle like it’s nothin’. Though most are looking down the barrel anyway...”

#pssst check discord

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RPD felt his heavy body get lifted up off the ground, the wet slap of meat quickly following as his unresponsive arm hit the puddle of blood that he was laying in. Unable to look up, he mumbled toward the stained concrete, “…Who th’ fuck…”

"So the big thing hasn't happened yet, judging by yer answer." A valid point he made as he took the bottle, twisting it open and dunking two of the pills into his mouth without hesitation. "Hope that's just regular aspirin and not some magic get better pill cause it wouldn't agree with my liver. Or lungs. Pretty sure they're just black sludge and charcoal at this point." A shrug, but RPD seemed in some better spirits now, "So I got a stack of files on me, somethin' big is gonna happen with me, an' you gotta make sure it happens and I don't fuck something up. Again." He counted on his fingers, "An' you, Gem, have been watchin' for a while. I think I'm sober enough to get it. Maybe."

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RPD felt his heavy body get lifted up off the ground, the wet slap of meat quickly following as his unresponsive arm hit the puddle of blood that he was laying in. Unable to look up, he mumbled toward the stained concrete, “…Who th’ fuck…”

rpdthebow

“It’d be nice to have, y’know, like my name n’ shit.” RPD would be rolling his eyes if he still had them. “Don’t call me kiddo, probably twice yer age.” He waggled a finger toward her a little before flicking the spent cigarettes out of his mouth.

“So yer here to make sure shit I do in my life goes according to plan? The fuck is so important about my dumbass life that you need to monitor it anyway?”

“Ooh ok old man, here’s the thing though, being a little shit towards me ain’t gunna get you any information. So maybe stop wagging your finger at me, grandpa.“ She still seemed amused with him to an extent, but now she was glaring.

“What you think is important doesn’t matter. Your whole life could just be a lead up to you taking a shit at a certain time, but if that shit triggers some kinda semi-important event, then we gotta keep a watch on you. Understand, old man?” She spoke with some annoyance before she went to grab the pack of cigarettes from him, deciding now was a good time to take them back.

Whoops, made her mad. All the beer in his system isn’t helping though…

“Well, fine, but when ya tell someone you know a shitton about them and said person ain’t got a recollection of 70% of their life and they ask about it and you say no; that’s a bit of an informational cocktease. Naturally some folks are gonna get annoyed.” RPD let go of the cigarettes, forgetting he had them, and handed over the lighter too. Rubbing his face, the licker groaned.

“I just got the shit kicked outta me and was passed out for like 20 minutes. Kinda cranky. Sorry.” RPD rolled his shoulder some before there was a disgustingly loud POP, and the BOW grit his teeth before clenching the bloodied limb, “AaaFUCK. God damnit, I didn’t know it came outta socket too. God, fuck.” A fist slammed down on the floor before he calmed down, opening and closing his fingers to move the digits carefully.

“Ugh…fuckin, injuries aside, does that mean you’re gonna pal around with me now? Like, make sure I don’t fuck up the big thing I gotta do? Or was that fight it.”

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RPD felt his heavy body get lifted up off the ground, the wet slap of meat quickly following as his unresponsive arm hit the puddle of blood that he was laying in. Unable to look up, he mumbled toward the stained concrete, “…Who th’ fuck…”

rpdthebow

RPD was muttering, “Truly, truly, truly outrageous…” as Gem scooted closer and explained herself. Ashes dropped from the cigarettes. “This place? You gonna tell me something’s wrong with my kids now too, right?” More references, because of course.

“So yer here to make sure everything goes smooth, huh? Was me turnin’ inside out parta that?”

She was now rolling her eyes at him, maybe he was still drunk, “Actually yes, but you probably didn’t want to hear that.” She was looking over the rest of him now, for any shard of glass or metal that might be lodged in him, “I ain’t got control over what’s suppose to happen, I just make sure it does. And no, I didn’t have anything to do with your mutation. I just know about it. I know a good amount of the basics with you. You got a nice list of documents talkin’ about you.”

Gem paused, a thought coming to mind, or more like a memory.“I do think you met a friend of mine once though. Vaguely remember, hm… You scaring someone I know half to death. “

RPDs drunken interest was peaked. “Documents on me, eh? That mean you can fill in the blanks in my damn head like who I was before turning into beef jerky?” A genuine question this time. Rolling his shoulder, RPDs injured arm was mobile once more, stretching it forward and moving his fingers, “Cuz Umbrella censored my files to shit n’ back.” A pause. “Unless this is some ‘I cant I gotta follow the timelord rulebook’ or some bullshit excuse.” There was another drunk pause, “…Was I supposed to win that fight?”

Gem leaned her chin against her palm as she listened to the Licker. It was starting to feel like this man was playing some game with himself about how many references he could fit into this conversation.

She sucked on her teeth for a moment when he mentioned rules “Well about that. You really expect me to be able to give you such important info? To be honest, I didn’t take a real good look at the files havin’ to do with your life before… jerkification.”

“But uh yeah. You were suppose to win that fight by a landslide. Like, you fucked up real bad, kiddo.” She seemed genuinely amazed at how badly he did, but there was amusement in her voice. After all, she did get to watch the whole show play out.

“The guy is dead though, I finished your job for you, so don’t worry about that.”