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knifemartin · 12 hours
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Choose Your Own Adventure!
"What's a specialler occasion than this? We cleared quarantine, the rain's let up just enough to see some stars. And there's just the two of us, don't even need to share it four ways."
Barnes hesitates, torn. Yeah, tonight's not a bad night for it, but Barnes doesn't know if he'll come across a rum this good again. He holds it in his hands, eyes running over the bottle as he considers it, and then the bottle's gone. 
"Too late," Carter says, biting down on the cork and pulling it free. Barnes laughs, the weight of decision lifting off his shoulders, and reaches for the bottle. Carter lets him take it, have the first drink. 
"Where'd you even get this, then?" Barnes asks, handing the bottle over. Carter grins wickedly, winks. 
"Some things are best left to the imagination," he says, taking a hefty swig. He's- he's not even savouring it, just aiming to get as pissed as possible. 
"Hey!" Barnes nudges him, and Carter relents. "Leave some for the rest of- leave some for me." 
Carter hands it back wordlessly. A rare moment of quiet from him. The neck of the bottle is warm from Carter's grip, and when Barnes takes a sip he can almost taste where Carter's been. 
Hm. 
Maybe he's feeling the alcohol more than he thought he was. He glances at Carter, fully aware how bloody red he gets when he's embarrassed, but Carter's leaned back now, gazing up at the stars. 
"Thank you, for this," Barnes says quietly, adjusting himself to get more comfortable. The rum tastes like long nights on the open sea, like crew crowded together, like the first night docked in a new port. He closes his eyes, and without the input from his vision he can imagine the wind in the trees as the sound of distant waves, the press of Carter's arm into his as any crewmate. He blinks his eyes back open, and the swirl of stars above them both threatens to overwhelm him. 
Carter shrugs with one shoulder, feeling for the bottle. His fingers press into Barnes's as he tries to take it, and after a moment of resistance, Barnes relents. "You deserve to let go sometimes, too," Carter says. "Indulge in something for once in your life, eh?" 
Barnes feels his heart pick up, the blush crawl back over his cheeks, down his neck. Maybe it's the alcohol or maybe it's the night, or maybe it really is the reflections of the stars he can see in Carter's eyes. Indulge. 
He's not so good at that.
Carter's still looking at him, and Barnes knows, no matter how hard he tries not to know, that Carter would kiss him back if he were to lean in, press their mouths together. 
Indulge. 
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How I think RQG Characters would react to being given a gun
Sasha: Fascinated by the mechanics of how it works, but doesn't actually like it as a weapon because it's so loud. she tries it out once or twice and everyone hides
Grizzop: He thinks it's more efficient and practical than a bow, but he prays to Artemis before using it for the first time to make sure she's ok with it
Cel: Immediately tries to figure out if they can use it to make their explosions bigger. Or maybe add it to their village's tank? What about if we make it shoot electric bullets? Or maybe...
Azu: Handles it very gingerly, scared of shooting it accidentally. She's not entirely sure how it works, but she prefers to kill people with her axe anyway.
Hamid: "Well, i mean, it's not bad, but i can still hurt more people with a Fireball!"
Zolf: Keeps it in his room as an emergency weapon, is actually not too bad at using it but still prefers his glaive
Bertie: Oh no. By the love of God do not give Sir Bertrand a gun. You can't even imagine the casualties
Some NPCs under the cut
Bonus:
Wilde: Uses it to threaten people (especially while he doesn't have his magic)
Barnes: Uses it responsibly, spends most of his time trying to prevent carter from stealing it
Carter: The gun has been forcibly taken away from him.
Earhart: "Nice, another one!"
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elliekillsu · 1 month
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Sobbing listening to child Carter talk about everyone finding him annoying and no one being excited to see him god damned you newall
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incorrect-rqg · 2 months
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[Sasha and Carter talking knives.]
Hamid: Here's a question. What makes a butcher knife more butch than other knives?
Sasha: The knife itself isn't necessarily butch.
Carter: It's named that because it's wielded by a butcher, who is more butch than the other food shop owners.
Hamid: I see.
Zolf, from the side: What makes the butcher more butch than other food shop owners?
Sasha and Carter in unison: The knife.
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ghostbiie · 3 months
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wilde is suffocating in cute men!
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angryducktimemachine · 5 months
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So there is this chapter in @franzis-frantic-thoughts 's "Il Re dei Ladri" where Wilde, Barnes and Carter are singing "Moby Duck" by the Longest John's and well. I think the rest explains itself.
[ID: a digital drawing of Wilde, Barnes and Carter from RQG, on a boat on a lake, heading towards an angry looking duck. Wilde is standing at the front in a linen summer suit and strawhat with a parasol stretched out in his hand pointing towards the duck. Carter is sitting behind him, in an old fashioned, blue-striped bathing suit and armed with a branch. Barnes is wearing blue trousers with a white, unbuttoned shirt and is rowing the boat. /end ID]
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aith-art · 4 months
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My fave characters from Rusty Quill Gaming
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makesometime · 24 days
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ohhhh I'm gonna be a real knob and request a 96 for rqg for that prompt game (make it a carcar if possible nudge nudge wink wink no worries if not tho)
#96 - “What made you think I cared for you?”
(RQG season 4 spoilers)
The sound of the hatch opening would normally drag him out of his malaise, if he knew James or Zolf would be walking down the steps to check him for the blasted veins. 
But James and Zolf are off on a mission, which leaves…
“Mornin’ Wilde.”
The man doesn’t say anything, not even when he pushes the metal tray through the little gap in the bars. Howard takes it with a weary glance over the offering - with Zolf away, it’s little more than basic rations. It’s food, at least, which is more than he reckons Wilde’s been feeding himself in the absence of their comrades.
He leaves space for conversation, like an idiot. Waits for Wilde to say something, rather than stand there and fold his arms and wait, impassive.
Howard remembers when they used to make the best of all of this shit. Before Bosie came along and fucked everything up so nicely, causing far more damage than just the scar that Wilde can’t stop touching.
He’s not an idiot. He sees the way looks are exchanged between people that aren’t him and Wilde. But gods, he’d thought, once upon a time, that there might at least be a little fun to be had…
“Straight to business then?” He asks, snatching up the cup of weak tea and sipping at it, enjoying the burn against his tongue.
Wilde nods, but that’s the only movement Howard gets out of the man. “As you say.” 
Howard sets his drink down and pulls off the robe with a sigh, wishing he’d been able to wear his usual shirt and trousers and that they hadn’t been ruined by the rain before Wilde all but chased him into the cell on pain of death. 
He stands, naked and frustrated, watching Wilde’s eyes scour him with the sort of interest he—.
“Turn.”
He does so, not flipping Wilde off as he moves, no matter how much he might want to. When he glances back, the man is frowning, but not in the sort of way that would suggest anything entirely untoward is happening.
“Who pissed in your tea today?”
Wilde rolls his eyes, then fixes Howard with a look that he’s entirely unable to decipher. He does his best not to wilt under it, sensing somehow that that’s what the man is looking for.
“I simply have to know, Howard.” Wilde says, taking a single step closer. “What made you think I cared for you?” 
Howard thinks it's some sort of miracle that he doesn’t stumble. He stands there, watching the way Wilde’s lips curl up into a cold little smile. 
But only on one side.
“You can be a cruel bastard, you know that?”
The unpleasant smile fades in an instant. Wilde nods to himself and looks down at the floor, all of the emotion - real or not - fading immediately from his face to leave him staid and detached once more.
“I’m aware.” He says. “You’re clear, Howard. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Wilde has disppeared and the door has shut before Howard thinks to pull on his robe once more, the chill of the cellar chasing further discomfort all over his skin. After, he picks up the knife from the tray, tracing his fingers into the gaps in the mortar where he’s hidden away his stash and levering out the loose brick.
Gods know, If ever there was a time to get drunk.
Fuck.
Fuck.
(I did my best for you <3<3 it's not a ship I'm into but I hope I helped with a bit of pain?)
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esperanzagalaxy · 2 years
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‘‘So sticky...!’‘.
 and, last but most definitely not least, RQG request #38: @quite-a-misty-mystery asked for the best possible thing -everyone in the cellar of the japan inn, with special appearances of octopus cel (the second best cel probably) and azu’s guns.
 i made this one in very separated stages but it came together in a very satisfactory way with the very last handful of requests. it’s not exactly what i’d hoped, but it’s pretty damn close. i was looking for the vibe storyboard artists have when drawing scenes just for the hell of it? whether i got it or not, i’m really happy with the result, especially since i made the bulk of the lineart in the midst of not having drawn proper figures for like two months. i also really love the faces. even now i still get weird when doing an all-digital piece, so this is a good reminder that letting loose and stop pretending are great measures to trust my gut and get things done. thank you for this request! <3
  and thank you all for sticking by and pouring your ideas together for this wild ride in honor of the best campaign 💙💙💙💙 i respect all of your crafts 💙💙
 ID under the cut!
[ID: a digital, grayscale illustration of the lolomg + barnes and carter sitting together in the cellar of the japan inn. it's drawn with sketchy black lines and shaded with bold grays. it shows, from left to right, zolf, hamid, azu, barnes, carter and lastly cel, turned into an octopus, right in front of them all. the shot is low so cel is at the forefront, and the rest of the cast is seen a little from below. cel still has their goggles and is grabbing at a set of playing cards with their tentacles, cartoon flowers around their beady eyes. behind them, on the far left, zolf is half reaching towards them with his right hand, while bringing the left to his hair with a distressed expression. he's fat, muscular, has short white hair and his beard done in a single plait. he's wearing a plain undershirt and trousers. next to him and somewhat behind is hamid. he's sitting politely with his legs together and his left hand on his thigh, holding a hand of cards in his right hand. he's got an eyebrow raised, and a corner of his mouth pulled up in disgust. he's short, fat, has dark skin, a bit of stubble on his chin, and slicked back hair. much like zolf, he's only in a shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and trousers. to his side is azu, who has hastily lifted up a board game above all their heads, away from cel's tentacles, some oieces and cards scattering everywhere. she has her eyes wide snd eyebrows raised but looks only vaguely surprised. she's fat, big and muscular, with strong arms on display since she's got a sleeveless shirt on. after her is barnes, a little in the shade. he's looking perplexedly at cel, with a confused squint and drooping shoulders. his long, straight dark hair is half-undone from its warrior's knot and looks a little messy. his wide open billowy shirt is visible. lastly, in front of barnes, closer to the camera and to the far right, is carter. he's pointing down at cel with his left hand with a big smile and tears of laughter in his eyes. his hair is short and disheveled, and he has small, circular spectacles on the bridge of his nose. he's wearing a plain button-up and trousers, with an undone bowtie hanging around his neck. around them all are the stone walls of the cellar, with the grate to the cell behind them all. cel's hammock hangs above them from the ceiling. end ID]
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rustyelias · 1 month
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OMG I FORGOT HOW FUCKING DRAMATIC CARTER IS!
Bakdjdjdjdhd he is so babygirl
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knifemartin · 29 days
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18 month timeskip crew choose your own adventure!
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ducessaeva · 1 year
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a gift for @franzis-frantic-thoughts for the CTL gift exchange!
I love the archaeology nerds and I want them to go on adventures XD
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yamikakyuu · 1 year
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cosmictap · 9 months
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SCREAMING CRYING RQG 176 and 177 ARE STILL SO SO HEARTBREAKING
UUUUUUUUUHUUUUU
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incorrect-rqg · 18 days
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Carter: My body is a temple!
Wilde: Ancient and decrepit?
Zolf: Haunted and cursed?
Barnes: Filled with sin and booze?
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ghostbiie · 3 months
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carcarcarcar
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