#bar brawl

[vertigoartgore]

Wolverine : "You mess with the kid, Marko...you mess with me."

1995's Wolverine Vol.2 #93 page 18. Script by Larry Hama, art by Adam Kubert, inks by Dan Green & Mark Ryan, colors by Joe Rosas & Digital Chameleon and lettering by Richards Starkings & Comicraft.

[ai-satin-chic]

"Hold my whisky"

One from the "Western Brawl" set I did some time ago. Always wanted this one to be more animated, but despite my best efforts, the animation always ended up terrible. So here's the static image instead. :)

[neonpaperlanterns]

Let me unclip your wings

Chapter Two: The Inlet

[Pt 1] [Pt 3]

Sleepy eyes gazed out across the smoke filled lounge. Muffled sounds of conversation filtered about the room as heels clicked softly against the wooden stage. Fingers wrap loosely around the stand that held the snoozing snail. Gradually its eyes opened as it let out a lazy yawn. A painted nail came up to scratch under the snail's chin.

“Ready?” It was said barely above a whisper and the little creature gave a happy wiggle. Taking in a breath she let it out slowly, curtains dragged across the stage as she was bathed in a single vibrant yellow light.

“As the waves gently crash upon the shore,” Wren’s voice carried through the darkened bar.

“Whispering secrets like never before,” Conversations started to die down and she let her eyes slip closed.

“I find solace in this vast, endless blue~ Where the sea and my soul intertwine, it’s true~” Carefully she began to circle around the stage. The steady drone of the bass strummed along with her liting vocals.

“And the tides, they sing me to sleep~ Their melody, so profound and deep~” The sound of the entrance opening brought in boisterous laughter and shouts for drinks. Languidly Wren opened her eyes, taking in the fresh ears.

“Drifting away on this salty breeze~ I’m lost in the rhythm of the seas~” Even from her vantage point it was difficult to make out who had entered. The lights cast everything outside of her little stage in darkness. Patrons turned to inconsequential shadowy silhouettes but as long as it was not marines she could lose herself in her song. 

“Underneath the moon’s soft, silver glow, time slows down as if it didn’t know~” As the disruption continued, Wren had to wonder if she would finish her set tonight. It would not be the first time a fight broke due to a misplaced crowd and as voice’s began to rise it would most certainly not be the last. 

Yet she carried on.

“The wonders the ocean holds in its heart. A story untold, a brand new start. As the currents guide me through I surrender as dreams come true~” 

CRASH!

The band kept playing, ignoring the sound of breaking glass.

“Dancing free in the moonlit night. With the ocean I find my light~”

BANG!

Tables broke all the time. They were no reason to stop.

“Oh the mysteries that lie within. Beneath the surface where secrets begin~” Swaying over the stage she avoided the incoming chair as it shattered against the wall behind her.

“The sea, my companion on this endless ride. Together we soar, side by side~”

“AAARGH!” A body flew through the air, crashing unceremoniously into her stage. It caused her to stumble and the band immediately cut out. 

For a beat everything was dead silent. 

Then a man was approaching, his steps measured as he came to stand in front of her. Their gazes roamed over each other. Eustass 'Captain’ Kid’s wanted poster didn’t truly do him justice. She watched as he hoisted the barely conscious man and tossed him to the side.

“Keep going.” Wren raised a brow at his demand but who was she to deny a customer. Gesturing to the band she took in a breath. Mouth forming into a grin she winked down at the pirate. 

She would get to finish her set after all.

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tag list; @punks-never-die205 never done one of these before. Weird.

[of-fear-and-love]

Bar fight from Westworld (1973)

[araneapeixes]

in the bathroom at the gay clubbbb

[snailmilkbiscuit]

redraw of an oldie

[oldschoolfrp]

John Blanche cover, White Dwarf 11, Feb/March 1979

[doawk]

bskies

[soapkaars]

Apparently I just want to draw these two brawling together. I think they could bond like that. I think it'd be fun. God I want to go into a bar and have a drunken fight, I think that could fix me

[johnny217]

If I had a nickel for everytime I like a bdsm evil deranged fictional guy with that facepaint and weird eyes I'd have 3 nickels

[mothstudios]

love when you can summon npcs for a boss fight. like hell yea me and the boys rolling up to get our asses kicked

[ai-satin-chic]

Her suitors never lasted very long.

[nixalegos]

Whispers in your ear: " A'ight, I'll take the ten on the left, ya' take the 8 on the right. We meet in the middle an' tha's all I got."-The First

"You always want to have these conversations at such lovely establishments." The warlock said as he stood up from the rickety bar chair in mirror to the First. Calling the place a dive would have been an elevation in status. The booty bay bar they'd found themselves in didn't even have the normal wooden floors. Just melted series of metal grates so the owner could hose the spills and messes directly into the bay under the lower level. "Before we start this brawl." Nix said, talking the initiative in speaking loud enough the gang, (No, gangs? The kraken neck tattoos was only on a few of them) of swarthy pirates and ner'do'wells could hear the hooded man. That was the biggest thing. Calling it a brawl made it clear they weren't there to kill them. Booty Bay may be the den of scum and villainy that it was, but it still had laws. And repercussions for breaking them, even for men like them. "Would anyone like to-" And shifted so the First was more 'behind' the warlock. "GET OUT." It was a bellowing command, a sudden howl that carried the same impact to the spirit as if it was loosed from an Annihlan's throat. A spellbourne shout that cut to the very SOUL of every other being in that room. Chairs and tables were tipped, pants were soiled and the doors were flung open as killers and thieves and plunderlords with less salt in their veins fled. "Hmmfp. That's six on the left and three on the right. Those kraken lads must have some chops to them. I'll join you once I'm done with mine." @thefirstperished

[gazpachoandbooks]

*Gendry and Arya finally get together*

Bran: pay up dummies

Theon: oh really? Years with their heads up their asses and the SECOND I make a bet

Rickon: are you really going to make us pay?

Bran: rules are rules

Jon *sees Theon pass Bran the money*: wait, you REALLY made a bet?

Theon: it's just-

Jon: no "justs". This is so wrong in so many ways! You think it's a joke? That you can use other people's lives as entertainment? Bran and Rickon are still boys, but I expected more from you, you ass

Theon: but-

Jon: I don't want to hear it. Rickon, this isn't right. Never do something like this again, no matter what Theon says

Bran: *waits for Theon and Rickon to leave, arguing among them*

Bran: I'm guessing you still want half of this?

Jon *holding out his hand*: not all of us are rich Bran

Bran *splitting the money*: was that you placing mistletoe all over Winterfell this morning?

Jon: that was probably a guardian angel. Or Cupid

Bran: I saw you buy it yesterday

Jon: some mysteries are best left unsolved

[moonamite]

Working on more MAW Reggie