#patchworkcowboy

[swarmcall-a]

@patchworkcowboy Imagine if Cricket got a low taper fade

[accultant]

What is your Dark Urge’s greatest fear?

I just did a little ramble about Iago’s fear of dying, so I’m using this as an excuse to talk about some of their other fears (they have MANY!! scaredy cat!!!) instead >:)

The sight of blood makes them feel faint and sick. They’ve stubbornly tried to force themselves out of this, especially while in the Bhaal Temple, but simply can’t get a hang of the celebratory bloodbaths and carnage (they’re not very fun at Bhaalist parties). They’re also incredibly embarrassed by this ( "how childish..." ) and will not express their discomfort until they are already passed out face-first in a pool of blood.

They’re also very claustrophobic. They are a prey animal at heart and panic when they feel trapped. Tiny spaces are a big NO, but thankfully panicking = wild magic surge = something is exploding. So they usually don't have to worry about being contained for long.

This didn’t really manifest until after they left the Bhaal Temple, but they hate being underground. Doesn’t matter where or why, but being anywhere beneath Baldur’s Gate will mentally send them right back to the blood sewers they once called home sick home. They prefer to be above ground, where they can go sit in the sun and touch grass whenever they would like (they missed out on this for far too long and don't want to give it up again).

[speculor]

@patchworkcowboy || Cont from here

"Well, I suppose dream isn't even really the right word. During trance we're supposed to see... our memories and such from our lives, but that doesn't happen for me most of the time. Sometimes... I get snippets of memories, but they're all from the last few years and not the other two hundred before that like I would expect." Ist'aufein sounds rather concerned as they speak.

"I wonder sometimes, if there might be something wrong with me." They then pause. "I... I apologize, this probably doesn't make much sense to you."

[ceruleanscarred]

[ DISCOVERED ]  for Vorel to see @patchworkcowboy’s scars for the first time.

The blue was no stranger to scars. She proudly showed off her own on a daily basis, since clothes weren't exactly something she wore. She knew there was no point, really.

But she'd sensed that Jack was a bit more secretive with his own, and it wasn't always polite to ask. Though as the days grew hotter on their trek over the sand, she could tell he'd been suffering under all his layers.

"You won't last long if you keep wearing all that." she says softly, "If you're worried about being judged for battle scars, please don't be. I'd rather you not be miserable."

[beastbitten]

@patchworkcowboy ∣ 🐺

"Um... 'scuse me, I... I was wonderin', uh... you... you ain't human, neither, right?"

[redemn]

he's  been  following  this  cowpoke  for  a  while  now  .      nothing  caused  by  any  provocation  on  either  of  their  ends  .      only  genuine  curiosity  had  pushed  him  to  follow  after  ,      and  then  ,      as  it  usually  goes  ,      a  hell  of  a  lot  of  acting  like  their  encounter  ,      once  he'd  given  himself  and  his  proximity  away  ,      had  been  up  to  anything  but  random  chance  .      there's  something  off  about  him  ,      something  the  outlaw  would  like  to  pinpoint  ,      given  he'd  been  spotted  not  a  mile  out  from  their  camp  more  than  once  in  the  last  couple  of  weeks  .

he  stands  now  with  one  arm  crossed  over  his  abdomen  ,      fingers  hooked  around  the  bottom  of  his  ribcage  and  nails  digging  lightly  into  his  shirt  and  his  other  elbow  rested  upon  his  forearm  .      gaze  thoughtfully  lit  upon  that  stranger  face  .      he  has  all  the  right  parts  in  the  right  places  ,      only  it  doesn't  feel  quite  right  when  he  looks  at  it  .      like  something's  wrong  .

@patchworkcowboy  .      ❝  is  there  something  strange  about  me?   ❞

❝        yeah  .      there  is  .        ❞        because  arthur  morgan  is  not  one  to  mince  his  words  ,      or  tell  a  lie  when  truths  are  better  heeded  .      there's  no  hint  of  hesitation  in  his  voice  ,      no  uncertainty  .      only  curiosity  and  a  bit  of  caution  to  go  along  with  it  .      no  stranger  who  strikes  an  outlaw's  speculations  is  ever  heeded  without  keen  vigilance  .        ❝        i  know  there's  somethin'  strange  'bout'chu  .      i'm  just  tryin'  to  figure  out  what  that  is  .        ❞        he  shifts  his  weight  to  one  leg  .        ❝        unless  you  wanna  tell  me  now  ,      spare  me  the  reasonin'  ,      'cause  ain't  nothin'  i'm  reasonin'  seems  very  likely  .        ❞

╰ ゜TLOZ : TP STARTERS.  /  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

[radicalrascals]

Open: y/m helps Miguel unwind after a hunt Looking for: friends or flirts (m/w/nb 30+, not looking for smut) or whatever else works, NO supernatural being unless they're actively deceiving Miguel Muse: Miguel Guerrero, hunter | fc: Diego Luna

Blackened fingertips dancing over coarse paper, a fleeting glimpse over the edge of a sketch block, a tongue peaking out between lips.

For once Miguel's mind was silent. No screaming anger, no racing thoughts. Just peace. Concentration drowning out the nightmares. "Your eyes are beautiful," the hunter whispered as if not to disturb the sacred quiet. "Do you want to see it?" He flipped his sketch block around regardless, showing the charcoal portrait drawing to his willing muse and model. "Do you like it?"

[radiaking]

+ memes / accepting!

@patchworkcowboy said: “ i… i thought you’d be taller, for some reason. ”

"Y'know, I get that a lot." He doesn't but it's not really that important.