#Mothbones

[jon-is-sorbet]

funny ask blog for a nasty green guy.

the nastiest

he’s tied into @cheesecakepaw ‘s lore.

CHARACTERS AVAILABLE:

Jon Sorbetos

Billowstar

Petalmoon

Mothbone

Harmonyflake

Onechaser

[kirbeezz]

i know artfight is over but here are some of my attacks

done for users gummibeez and mothbone on af

[echeronsink]

Heroes | Phesec Castillo

“You've made a lot of mistakes since you pulled yourself out of the ground in that lonely cemetery. They all started in that moment: The minute you shook the hand of the short man in spectacles that shone under the blue light. The man who changed his face more often than you changed your clothes. He promised answers and guidance. Looking at that red corridor, you aren't sure who drove you here. Was it him, or you? Is there really any difference, or did you become an extension of him the moment you signed yourself over?”

Theme | Concept Board

[bonetrousledbones]

WHY does tumblr say a url is taken when i can go to the actual @ and there’s NOTHING THERE

[whatthefel]

Enan piercing sketches by mothbone on toyhouse.

[zecon125]

Echo by JellySiek!

Hymn by mothbone!

[silent-again-art-archives]

Art Fight revenge attack for MothBone on Deviantart!

[donotwander]

A unicorn adventurer, based on a carousel toy for mothbone @ dA!

[gakuwalked]

little chibi commissions i’ve done in the past day! these were all really fun and i thank everyone who has commissioned me from the bottom of my heart!!

characters belong to optikalcrow, mothbone, chimezard, boofyboof, glas-fuchs, and ligarugan respectively on deviantart!!

[csventbutfaster]

mothbones cb dainty, no I’m definitely not mixing anything up, you can check Hadou’s dainty tag on toyhouse, they have the CB slot marked as being from the FTO raffle up for cham trades, but they also have a shitload of other dainties including a CB right there on the same account

This is confusing. If someone wants to bring screenies to help that'd be great -MF2

[pyroclastic727]

Skull and mothbones

uHM

Y’ALL SEEING THIS

[echeronsink]

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Mothbones is a modern fantasy YA story set in an alternate universe where every creature of myth, folklore, and legend are very, very real and hiding right under the noses of the rest of the world’s population. It is told from two perspectives: One man who must live with his past misdeeds forever, and another who is still haunted by the arson killing of 13 people. Their paths cross with Maux; a girl with budding prophetic abilities and a target on her back. For Phesec, it’s one last job before he can try to break away from his reputation. For Pepper, it’s a chance to prove himself.

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CHAPTER ONE

"I don't think fortune cookies work if you steal them."

Pepper looked down at the bedraggled girl seated in front of him, sliding into the booth and setting down the crinkly plastic bag unceremoniously. The corner of his mouth curled into a lazy smile. "Maybe. Could be they just plain don't work."

Maux gave him a tired, argumentative look, scrunching up her nose and chewing her lip in a way he'd learned meant she was considering starting a debate.

A shape moved in his peripheral, drawing his attention as Maux diverted her gaze to the checkered floor.

"Do you need another minute to decide?" the waitress asked, tapping the end of her pen against her notepad expectantly. She didn't seem to be aware that her bun had gotten loose and drooped over onto its side like a deflated balloon.

"Ah, just a milkshake, please. Chocolate." He straightened up and smiled politely. Then, noticing her attention lingering on the bag of cookies, added, "Kid's got a big game coming up tomorrow. Gotta rack up the luck a little."

Satisfied with his explanation, she nodded and promised to have the drink ready shortly before walking away.

"You're such a liar," Maux stated once she was out of earshot.

"'s not such a bad skill to have," he replied, popping open the bag and dumping out the contents. Plucking one from the pile, he tore that open as well. "Besides, she's probably relieved. I'd bet she's seen a whole lot worse than a bulk bag of fortune cookies, working in a twenty-four-hour Diner."

She scowled more, curling up against the back of the booth and tugging her thin sweater over her hands. "Why are we even here? You always just steal food."

"Because," he continued absently, cracking the cookie open and pulling out the little slip of paper. "It's been a long week, and you look like you need something good to eat. Or drink."

"I'm lactose intolerant."

"That didn't seem to stop you from eating an entire package of mini donuts the other day. Or anything else, really."

Appearing to be temporarily out of arguments, Maux only sat forward and grabbed a cookie from the pile. The waitress returned and placed the shake on the table before walking away again after he thanked her.

"What'd ya get?" he inquired as she cracked the shell and tugged the slip of paper free.

"Let me read." She looked over the printed letters at least four times before tentatively replying. "'Take the chance while you still have the choice.'"

"Foreboding," he deadpanned, cracking open another cookie and popping half into his mouth with a loud crunch. "And maybe a little late."

She furrowed her brow and smoothed the slip out over the table, pulling the shake closer and taking a sip as she played with the condensation.

"You should at least read them," she said after watching him add a fourth slip of paper to the pile of wrappers without so much as a glance.

Again, he cracked a wry smile. "There's nothing to 'em, kiddo. It's all just a bunch of superstitious fun."

"Monsters are supposed to be a bunch of superstitious fun, too. So is magic," she countered, slouching over the glass.

A frown tugged at his lips, his attention halting for a moment as he glanced over his shoulder before looking at her fully. "No, kid. Monsters and magic...those are myths."

"They're real. You saw them. I saw you use magic."

He sat back in his seat, abandoning his dinner. "You did."

Maux grit her teeth, rising to sit on one leg. "Then why are you calling them myths?"

"Myths," he exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly, "are real. You've seen as much. Gods, monsters, the whole lot of it." Selecting a slip of paper from the pile of trash, he held it up. "Superstitions are different, they're wives' tales for people like me, like saying going out in the rain without a coat will give you a cold. There's exceptions, sure, for some things involving the Fair Folk and a few others, but they're different."

A faint ribbon of smoke rose from the paper, turned greenish-orange by the Diner's lighting. A moment later the paper curled in on itself and turned to ash as a thin line of orange flame ate away at the edges.

"Stuff like this, though...It's all just people. Normal, unsuspecting people having a little fun with the idea of luck or fortune or whatever they want to call it."

She pursed her lips, holding the glass with both hands and tapping her short nails against it as she stared at the straw blankly.

"There's nothing to worry about," he added softly.

"There's all kinds of things to worry about," she replied, barely above a whisper. "There's monsters and crazy people and magic all over the place and now they're after me. Jesus Christ, I haven't been home in a week. I can't even call my parents and I might never see them again."

He slumped back, shaking his head. "Well...the magic and monsters aren’t really anything new. I can handle any of that fine."

Silence hung over the booth tensely for a moment before anything happened.

A small hiccup escaped her, followed by another. She brought a hand up over her face to hide the miserable smile spreading across her face. "Oh, great. My knight in shining armor."

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Glad I can put your mind at ease."

She nodded, unsuccessfully trying to hold back more hiccups as she stirred the milkshake. After dropping her fortune into the pile of wrappers, she looked back up at him with a tired, wavering smile. "You really need to work on your comforting skills."

He rolled his eyes. "We’ll focus on getting you swearing properly first."

CHAPTER TWO

Blue and red weren't quite opposites. Sure, they looked different enough, but the space between them had become perilously narrow in the blink of an eye. Now that he stared at the divide with sobered eyes, he recognized the preface in the color blue.

No matter how hard he tried, blue would lead to red so long as he stood within it.

"You get quieter and quieter with old age." The familiar voice brought Phesec’s mouth into a tight line.

"Oraxes. Always a pleasure to see you." He turned to face the woman standing in the neon blue light with him.

"Have you grown philosophical already?” she inquired, her lips tugging up into a cruel smirk. “What mysteries does someone who's seen the flip side of the coin ponder?"

A heavy sigh escaped him. “If you’re so determined to annoy me, could you at least try to be original about it?”

The golden lattice of leaves above her left ear glinted with the tilt of her shaved head. “Right. How inconsiderate of me. You’re probably tired of hearing the same jokes after so many decades. So, which ones do you hate the most: The undead jokes, or the criminal ones we all have to hear?”

“Do you want something from me, or does Pegasus just pay you to sit around?”

“Please. You’re the last person I’d need anything from,” she scoffed, waving a hand.

“I’d almost think you’ve been missing me.” He pushed a loose strand of long hair out of his face, tugging at the sleeves of his jacket and shivering. He glanced up to the glaring exit sign. “What’s got him worried? He hasn’t moved shop in a long time.”

“Pegasus seems to be more interested in security lately. Not that you’d know, always running off to hole up somewhere while the rest of us work.”

“He doesn’t seem interested in keeping me close. I come to get the job, I do it, I get paid and then I go home…Still. I wouldn’t expect him to move shop to somewhere so…” He looked around the room, observing the grimy cement walls plastered in outdated flyers and the decomposing litter jammed into every crack and corner. The scent of cigarettes and booze hung heavily in the air, along with a few other less recognizable things. “Disgusting.”

She shrugged. “Don’t know. He’s probably just tired of the same old places. Or maybe he needed it for an expansion.”

“Of course.” He nodded, leaning against the steel door frame. “Lapdogs don’t usually ask a lot of questions.”

Her eyes narrowed as she took a step closer, parting her lips to speak through grit teeth. “I’m not-”

“Castillo,” a deep, smooth voice slipped from beyond the doorway. “Please, come in.”

Glancing from the red corridor back to Oraxes, who had seemingly been frozen in place by the voice, he flashed the slightest hint of a smile before turning and stepping over the threshold, trading out the neon blue light of the exit sign for a vivid shade of red.

His stomach rose further as he neared the end of the hall, and then again as he realized the lack of a door. By the time he stepped into the polished office his heart was already beginning to beat against his ribs with renewed life.

“Castillo,” the voice repeated, this time more tied down to the man sitting behind the ornate wooden desk in the center of the room. “It’s good to see that time still hasn’t caught up to you.”

“Please, don’t bother with the formalities,” he replied, crossing the space and taking a seat in one of the plush velvet chairs in front of him. He immediately scooted forward to sit on the edge, perhaps out of worry that the furniture might swallow him if he got too comfortable. “We’re still on a first name basis, aren’t we?”

Pegasus smiled, the wrinkly lines around his current form’s eyes deepening. His lips moved again, though his voice seemed to come from the air around him rather than his mouth, as usual. “Of course. Though I must say, your absences have been worrying me lately.”

“I’m sure you don’t have anything to be concerned about. You have plenty of reliable people working for you,” he reasoned cautiously, glancing at the backs of the dusty metal picture frames on the far ends of the desk.

“Plenty of people, yes, but not very many reliable ones. Youth doesn’t often breed maturity or trustworthiness.” He leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the dark surface and clasping his hands together as he peered over the wire rim of his glasses. “It would be wise to hold onto the old friends I have left.”

He held his breath, waiting out the silence for a few seconds before forcing a smile. “Well, if I’ve started acting my age, I think we’re going to run into some problems. I may start reminiscing whenever the wind blows.”

Pegasus laughed, sounding far less human with each note until he broke into a fit of coughing.

Phesec winced at the sickly rattling sound of the man’s breaths, a familiar bitterness phantoming its way onto his tongue.

He pulled a tissue from his pocket as the fit ended, wiping his mouth and grumbling irritably. “I’ll never understand how bad organs manage to find their way out of a photograph.”

“An interesting question,” he agreed weakly, watching the tissue fall into the trash before looking back up to Pegasus’s face.

After adjusting the collar of his suit, he leaned against the desk once again. “All of that aside, I trust you know why I asked you here?”

“A job,” he said quickly, relieved to be asked a question with a simple answer. One that he knew.

“Yes.” He nodded, glancing up at the doorway. “Unfortunately I must ask a favor of you.”

Polite smile fading, he waited in silence.

“You have voiced your wishes to abstain from these kinds of jobs before, however…-”

“Sir,” he interrupted sharply, earning a raised hand in a bid for silence.

“However,” he repeated. “It is important that I can rely on you for this. There is no one else that I feel could be trusted with such an important task.”

“We’ve been over this, please. No kids.”

“I won’t ask the impossible of you, Phesec, and I do not take this lightly. You are a valuable friend to me.” He paused, layering an icy edge over his words. “If you would hear me out, I believe that you would not be as opposed to the idea of making an exception for me, just this once.”

He turned his gaze to the carpet, nodding tensely after a moment.

“I would not ask you to bring harm to a child. Instead, I’d like you to find one for me and bring her into our care.”

“Kidnapping.”

A harsh frown carved itself into Pegasus’s dark skin, deep channels springing up on his forehead. “She is already far from home. This is for her own protection, I assure you.”

“She should be taken back, then.”

He shook his head grimly, rising from his chair. “Nothing would be able to protect her from the dangers she faces now, even if she were to feign ignorance about mythos.”

He stared as Pegasus strode across the room, twisting a knob on the wall. The frilled lights tucked up against the high ceiling dimmed.

“There are places for young mythos, sir. Places founded to raise and prepare them for their own survival and independence.”

He turned to face him, one hand on the deep bronze railing of the spiral staircase behind him. “It doesn’t take much attention to notice your drifting, Phesec. You are absent more often than not, and people are beginning to talk. You are an old and trusted friend. One that I would not like to see turned to ash on the part of your own defiance.”

His throat felt constricted as he swallowed, letting his gaze drop to his feet. “I can’t take the job, Pegasus.”

He was met with stony silence, followed by the sharp tap of rings on metal that made him flinch.

“Very well. Leave me.”

His legs shook as he stood, stepping back towards the doorway. An apology clung stubbornly to his tongue, refusing to be spoken. He managed a stiff nod before turning into the red corridor.

The slight vacuum of air tugged at his clothing as the doorway vanished behind him. He didn’t even spare Oraxes a glance as he stepped out into the blue again.

“What the hell happened to you? You look like you just ran into a Bureau officer.”

He failed to respond, looking to the sign again. Somehow, it looked a little more teal.

[the-dream-weaver]

The look of confusion changed into one of curiosity at the strangers mention of the dream realm and more so about her...shifting problem, studying the...bat? Moth? Moth felt most right the more she noticed.

'A humanoid moth...not the strangest I've encountered.'

Her head tilted slightly to the side as she politely chuckled at Grimm's bow, a gesture that brought back pleasant memories from a century ago. He earned some points to her good side with his manners, it seemed.

"My apologies, Troupe Master Grimm..."

The lady gave a polite bow of her head in return as her expression changed, trying to show a smile through her eyes since she had no mouth to do so.

"I have been called by many names, but I find Priscilla to be my most favored one. And to answer your previous question...I suppose so, though this feels..."

Her voice resonated with a hum as she attempted to stand, almost losing her balance with the added weight of wings on her back which she looked at with fascination. And when she looked back at Grimm she found herself fascinated again that she was...almost taller than him? She could of sworn she looked and felt smaller when she was sitting, but that could of been perspective.

She tapped on her cheek in thought as she dug to find the right word to fit her situation.

"Foreign? Different? Not unwelcoming, certainly, just...not expected. If that makes sense?"

//@flameindream I wanted to first say thank you about your compliment in tags, I referenced her design off of something I made in a picrew by mothbones (I think I got that right) and worked from there. Butterfly made sense due to her dream traveling and their symbolism with dreams.

I also have a picture here with the height reference, when I drew her I expected her to be small but once I put it side by side I realized she would be taller...granted, the idea of her being tall kinda grew on me and I didn't feel like redrawing her to fit the size so...yeah.//

the-dream-weaver​:

The voice of Grimm certainly caught Priscilla’s attention as the squirming tendrils froze; multiple sets of different colored orbs of light, presumed to be their current eyes, turning to look at him. It wasn’t a fearful look, thankfully…merely surprise.

‘How did I not sense him? Who is he anyway? Cazzo! I need to focus!’

The tendrils started moving again once she processes what this…being…said, all the while processing that he didn’t mean any harm.

At least yet…in her cautious mind.

“I…am trying…Just need…”

Her voice wavered from it’s clearness to sounding like multiple voices were whispering along and back to clearness as the form attempted to take shape, the tendrils starting to look less like wisps of smoke and more corporeal.

“Need to calm down…”

Priscilla was finding it was easier to focus on her form as the adrenaline started to slowly die down, the shadows morphing together to create a humanoid shape…at first.

’No, not right, doesn’t feel right, NOT RIGHT!’

Something, either her instincts or an outside force, did not like being in the form she was always able to take…to look like herself in dreams as she does in life. The form started to wisp and squirm again as she tried to think of a form that would work, the form shifting between different features and looks before one slowly came together.

A sigh of relief left her lungs as the shadows melded within her new form, letting her pink and amber eyes open to observe herself as she was now sat on the floor. She kinda looked humanoid…but this was new, something different to her.

“Most peculiar…”

The voice resonated from her like a hum as she realized she had no mouth, her expression furrowed in question before she glanced up at the figure nearby…staying sit in the floor since she did not trust her legs to function yet.

“I suppose a thank you is in order for your advice…Might I ask your name?”

//@flameindream Priscilla’s form inspiration is a blue tinted glasswing butterfly, and she is not a vessel even though she has certain physical qualities to one(ex: skull/mask like head, shade). Her top set of eyes are amber as if she is infected, however she is not infected at all. Since her magic in the physical world is mainly based on light, I figured it would be a nice nod to that connection along with the Radiance.//

Grimm stands idle as he watches this spectacle. It seemed as if it was dissatisfied with the form it was trying to take… then settled into something else entirely, before finally…

Oh, so it is a bug. But he catches that sense she’s somehow unused to… something about whatever had just gone on. Well, Grimm supposes he can’t say he’s bored now.

“Found your composure, did you, traveler?” the moth asks with a grin. “I must admit, in all my time across the dream realm, rarely do I see anything quite like that. Oh, but where are my manners, yes?”

He bows politely in greeting before continuing.

“You look upon Troupe Master Grimm, grand magician. And to who do I owe the honor of speaking?”

[echeronsink]

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Iureus, sometimes called by its working title Echeron, is a Southeast Asian coded high fantasy. It is set in one of few regions of the world with surviving civilizations, where a young witch still feels the effects of a centuries-old war on magick through the militant occupation of his hometown. No longer able to hide, he’s forced to step away from everything he knows and harness his inborn power if he ever wishes to return home safely.

Iureus is definitely my favorite out of all my projects, which unfortunately means my pickiness is severely delaying any progress. I’m currently overhauling the world.

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Mothbones is a modern fantasy YA story set in an alternate universe where every creature of myth, folklore, and legend are very, very real and hiding right under the noses of the rest of the world’s population. It is told from two perspectives: One man who must live with his past misdeeds forever, and another who is still haunted by the arson killing of 13 people. Their paths cross with Maux; a girl with budding prophetic abilities and a target on her back. For Phesec, it’s one last job before he can try to break away from his reputation. For Pepper, it’s a chance to prove himself.

I’ve done a thorough outline of about half the book so far, and once I’m in a better headspace I plan to finish and edit it before moving on to the first draft. For now, you can read the first two chapters here or here (for mobile.)

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[csventbutfaster]

/post/671027599917694976/ I think you're confusing two completely different people with very similar usernames (I checked myself), one's DustyMothBones (with the cb) and the other is mothbone (didn't have a cb before the raffle, I even checked trade history too).

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