#patchy things

[just-patchy]

mahoyome decided to use machine TL and get translators to clean it up (i.e., cut costs by not actually paying human translators to translate) for the official eng simultaneous(?) translation and they’re getting dragged on twt lmao

[theloveinc]

I wanna read the showing bakugo ur boobies for the first time thing 🥺

this is all i got

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"Show me."

Bakugo glares at you from where he’s sat on the edge of the bed, torso leaned back, eyes that deep red now narrowed into pretty, black slits. You feel naked under his gaze, consumed, and yet the only thing that’s come off so far is the thin, white T-shirt you were wearing during dinner. 

(And his, the scar on the skin above his heart soft and pink.)

You shrug, turning in on yourself as your arms move to shield the skin that’s left barely covered by your bra. He’s never seen your boobs before, not that he hasn’t been interested, just that he’s always respected your hesitance.

It's a new relationship. It's new for you in general. For him, too.

"I will, I will, just... they're a little..." 

You pause, he interrupts. 

“Say it.”

"You know...” you gesture, eyes flitting everywhere but to his face, his spread thighs, and his… crotch, tight with stretched fabric, “…weird."

“Weird? Fuckin’ weird?” Bakugo pulls his lip up, eyebrows shooting to the top of his forehead in (what is so unlike him,) bewilderment. “Baby, my dick’s already hard. Whatever you got is good, I can promise.”

He leans forward, the tent in his pants tilting as he shoves a finger into your waistband and tugs your hips closer to his face. 

“Kat!” you whine, wiggling in his grasp, fighting against a force that cannot be fought against (lest your clothing rip or even worse, you run away and he lets you go). His hands creep up your sides, gentle enough to be stopped but steady in their path now that you’re standing between his legs.

“C’mon,” he rasps, not quite a beg but about as close as you’ll ever get, his bottom lip curled in one of the smallest pouts you’ve ever seen. He stares up at you, his chin brushing against your sternum, as a thumb finds a clasp and starts toying with it. “Lemme see.” 

You purse your lips, a hundred questions left unanswered at the tip of your tongue, about a thousand more insecurities exhaled in your breath... but nod, anyway. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let him undress you (more gentle than he's ever been)... then peak, just once, to find that he is already grinning.

[thepatchycat]

A conversation in passing

[bloodofgrapes]

seeing a highly disturbing trend of people """jokingly"""" saying things like men should run their beard by a panel of women to determine if they're allowed to have one, because it's sparse or patchy or whatever

like you all grasp that men do not owe attractiveness to the world any more than women do, right

[cryptidalphiea]

GhostTrain, or maybe HexTrain

Without the extra maniacs:

Original frame:

[tazmilygray]

[uncanny-tranny]

The fun part of transition is now I know what it's like to be Too Lazy to shave 👍

[titleknown]

Hot Take: They should hire Tom Kenny to play someone on the Netflix One Piece, given he's done live-action before (Not just as Patchy the Pirate, but also on Mr Show in the 90s) and he'd fit in very well.

Hotter Take: If they do that, they should get him to sing "We Are" in the Patchy the Pirate voice.

[pearl-blue-musings]

I'm not sure if we are mooties!! So if not,please disregard and I shall enjoy every thing else you make with this ask game 💛💛

But if I am able to play! One of my favourite tropes meet-cute fail - think bumping into each other at a café and instead of it being awkwardly cute you accidently spill coffee on each other - and it just how perfect it is with Bokuto ☺☺

Okay first of all OF COURSE WERE MOOTIES I LOVE YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH PATCHY YOU MAKE MY LIFE SO MUCH BETTER OKAY?!?!??? 💜💜💜💜

“Woohoo! Next round is on me!”

Bokuto screams over the crowd of people as they all cheer to his announcement. Since winning the most recent tournament, Bokuto has been on a high. He scored the winning point and secured the win for MSBY. It was truly exciting and he’s more than pumped up! Since he decided he was buying the next round, it was his duty to go and get it.

Bokuto knew a few people wouldn’t want shots, so he was able to buy accordingly. He walks up to the bar and orders about 20 shots with a big grin on his face. He takes the platter and starts to walk over to the VIP lounge. He’s already had a few and he doesn’t realize he’s stumbling until the platter falls. And almost all 20 shots fall somewhere…

That somewhere being your brand new dress.

You were trying to unwind from the stressful week by going out to a club with your friends, new outfit and everything! You hadnt realized the MSBY team was also here until the player Bokuto made that announcement. You had heard but you had disregarded it. You body sways with the music, letting it move through you until you feel what you think is a brick wall and then liquid all over you. You’re now on the ground, realizing you’re covered in liquor. A frown sets on your face as you wipe down your body. “What,” you begin to exclaim, “the fuck?!”

“Oh shit…”

You look up through angry eyes and see a tipsy, athletic, yet concerned man above you. He breathes heavily with a stumble in his step. “Oh shit, are you okay?” You want to be angry, truly you do. And you still are! But his puppy dog stare is starting to get to you. But not too much.

Your friends around you help you up, and you continue to try and dry yourself off. With hands on your hips you stare indignantly at him. “Do I look okay to you, asshole? You! I’m! Im covered, I’m fucking liquor in my new dress! I was supposed to relax and now I’m covered in alcohol from some stupid jock!” Now there’s a crowd forming around you, and Bokuto begins to panic. His eyes fart left to right before he quickly takes your hand and drags you away.

You struggle behind him, your anger growing. “Just,” you exasperate, “where the fuck are you taking me?” Suddenly, the VIP section is in front of you and all eyes are on you as you quickly are pulled to a bathroom. You’re quickly sat on a counter with two strong hands holding your arms. You cross your arms with a pout and that makes the man in front of you almost, whimper?

“I uh, I’m really sorry! I, I had bought everyone here the next round and I didn’t see you! And now I ruined your day.” Bokuto begins to pout and you’re sure his bottom lip trembles. Your eyebrows soften at his confession, but your anger is still bubbling. You see him dart around and ask for a towel. He gives you the towel and you begrudgingly take it. “If it,” he slurs a bit, “if it helps I always carry a sweatsuit with me! You can change into that! T-trust me, it’s gotta be more comfortable than being in wet sexy clothes! Ah sorry! I meant just clothes.”

You can’t help but laugh at his slip up and relax your muscles. You nod at him and he smiles widely. He stands up to his full height and you feel your stomach drop. He extends a hand and you happily take it.

“I’m Bokuto! I’m a member of MSBY. And I’m the one that ruined your dress and your night.

“What’s your name?”

[skunkes]

[just-patchy]

ok but fr what’s with aoyama gosho and cousins???????

[laundrybiscuits]

(wait for the season to come back to me tag)

Robin crosses her arms. “Okay, so when you said you could fly, that was…a blatant falsehood. A vile calumny. Not to put too fine a point on it: a filthy lie.”

“Fuck you, I can fly!” squawks Eddie.

“Sure. Like, three feet.” Robin does not look impressed.

“That’s three more feet than you, bloodbag.”

“You’re barely hovering, Penn Jillette. Call me when you get powers that don’t totally suck.” Robin visibly realizes her mistake as Eddie laughs so hard he does an off-kilter roll in mid-air.

“Oh, Buckley. I can’t even touch that one, it’s way too easy.”

Eddie drifts over to the couch and collapses. It does look like it takes a lot out of him to do stuff like that, sometimes.

Steve is already sitting on the couch, so he ends up with Eddie’s feet in his lap. He casually drops a hand onto Eddie’s ankle. Eddie runs a little cooler than a human, but not that much. Robin’s been trying to see if his temperature changes at different times of day.

“The hell does it matter if Eddie can fly real high?” Steve asks.

“It doesn’t,” says Robin. “Except for how he was all like ooh I am a creature of the night, I stalk the shadows from above and it turns out he can basically float just enough to clear the coffee table. It’s like, an extended jump.”

“That’s still pretty awesome, though.”

“Steve thinks I’m awesome,” Eddie warbles.

“Not what I said,” says Steve, but he smiles at Eddie and rubs his thumb over the bony jut of Eddie’s ankle. He thinks he’s probably never going to get over how good it is to have Eddie close and touchable like this.

Robin heaves an exasperated sigh and ambles into the bathroom to rummage through her makeup. Tonight is lesbian karaoke night at a bar in Andersonville, and Robin’s been pretty determined to work a Joan Jett look this time around.

“I mean, you don’t literally suck blood though, do you?” she calls through the open door. “It’s not like you’ve got fangs or anything.”

“Uh, I definitely have fangs, Robin.”

“Ok, but you know what I mean. Ow, fuck, my eye.”

Robin wanders back out, dabbing at her kohl-lined eyes with a tissue. Steve thinks she did okay with the makeup, but he’s definitely not an expert.

“You’re not exactly, like, Bella Lugosi’s Count Dracula, are you?” she says. “I don’t see any swooning damsels in nightgowns with delicate puncture wounds on their heaving bosoms around here.”

Eddie wrinkles his nose. “Gross. I mean, sure, that’s not exactly how I…how it works. But I still definitely have fangs. Like sharks, see?” Eddie opens his mouth and yeah, Steve can see serrated teeth descending in little rows, stacked close together. Eddie pokes Robin and gestures at his mouth, going “Ngaaah” until she rolls her eyes and looks too.

“Yeah, congrats,” she says. “You already showed me the first night you were here, remember? When Steve kidnapped you from the bar?”

“Um, excuse you, I did not kidnap Eddie,” says Steve.

“You kidnapped me a little bit.” Eddie prods Steve with his foot. “You lured me in with promises of embarrassing photographs, which were really pretty disappointing, all things considered. Way less embarrassing than I thought they were going to be.”

Robin, who is a traitor, says: “Oh, you should get him to show you the photos from Dustin’s graduation! He was trying so hard to look like a respectable adult that he ended up going way overboard and people kept assuming he was one of the actual parents.”

“Yes!” Eddie springs up. “Buckley, you’re a saint.”

Steve groans, and Robin pats him on the head as she grabs her keys. “Have fun, boys.”

“Come on,” says Steve, resigned. “I’ve got one framed in my room.”

[thepatchycat]

Ori’vod responsibilities include being there for the fallout when your brother’s substitute boss turns out to be a wannabe Sith

[slugpup2]

i was bored and wanted to try animating in krita, and this patchy came out as a result! the animation is a bit choppy, but this was mostly me just playing around and seeing how this works.

ver. where her crystal isn't glowing under the cut

oough mahoutsukai..

[the-busy-ghost]

Alright uninformed rant time. It kind of bugs me that, when studying the Middle Ages, specifically in western Europe, it doesn’t seem to be a pre-requisite that you have to take some kind of “Basics of Mediaeval Catholic Doctrine in Everyday Practise” class. 

Obviously you can’t cover everything- we don’t necessarily need to understand the ins and outs of obscure theological arguments (just as your average mediaeval churchgoer probably didn’t need to), or the inner workings of the Great Schism(s), nor how apparently simple theological disputes could be influenced by political and social factors, and of course the Official Line From The Vatican has changed over the centuries (which is why I’ve seen even modern Catholics getting mixed up about something that happened eight centuries ago). And naturally there are going to be misconceptions no matter how much you try to clarify things for people, and regional/class/temporal variations on how people’s actual everyday beliefs were influenced by the church’s rules. 

But it would help if historians studying the Middle Ages, especially western Christendom, were all given a broadly similar training in a) what the official doctrine was at various points on certain important issues and b) how this might translate to what the average layman believed. Because it feels like you’re supposed to pick that up as you go along and even where there are books on the subject they’re not always entirely reliable either (for example, people citing books about how things worked specifically in England to apply to the whole of Europe) and you can’t ask a book a question if you’re confused about any particular point. 

I mean I don’t expect to be spoonfed but somehow I don’t think that I’m supposed to accumulate a half-assed religious education from, say, a 15th century nobleman who was probably more interested in translating chivalric romances and rebelling against the Crown than religion; an angry 16th century Protestant; a 12th century nun from some forgotten valley in the Alps; some footnotes spread out over half a dozen modern political histories of Scotland; and an episode of ‘In Our Time’ from 2009. 

But equally if you’re not a specialist in church history or theology, I’m not sure that it’s necessary to probe the murky depths of every minor theological point ever, and once you’ve started where does it end? 

Anyway this entirely uninformed rant brought to you by my encounter with a sixteenth century bishop who was supposedly writing a completely orthodox book to re-evangelise his flock and tempt them away from Protestantism, but who described the baptismal rite in a way that sounds decidedly sketchy, if not heretical. And rather than being able to engage with the text properly and get what I needed from it, I was instead left sitting there like:

And frankly I didn’t have the time to go down the rabbit hole that would inevitably open up if I tried to find out

[spinningerster]

one week since closing how's everybody holding up