#boneshaped

[madcat-world]

Dark Dice’s True Necro (3 of 5) - Marcel Mercado

[paint-pot-pete]

Started an AoS army to get to grips with that game as well 😁 chose the Ossiarch Bonereapers because I love me a skeleton! 😁🤣 here’s the Mortisan Boneshaper ready to fulfill all your artisinal bone-based needs

[lily-of-the-flame]

If you want to know just a bit more, check out the pinned post on @belior's blog! I'm currently on chapter 3 of Ryft, and Prisma will be made available once chapter 1 is complete!

[kharak-the-skeleton]

Do you need a complete skeleton to turn it into a skeleton? Or can you just slap a skull on top of an arm and let ya boy hop around?

AH, WELL WITH OUR PERFECTED ART OF BONESHAPING WE CAN ALTER THE SHAPE OF BONES.

WHILE A HEAD ON AN ARM COULD PROVE USEFUL, WE USUALLY JUST SHOVE SPARE PARTS INTO A PILE AND RECYCLE THEM.

NO PART IS EVER WASTED.

AND IF WE DONT HAVE A COMPLETE SKELETON WE USUALLY JUST MAKE A BIRD OR PERHAPS ONE OF THESE

[maevethewerepuppy]

The Stray

Petplay Story

CW: Petplay, degradation, bondage, medical play, humiliation, BDSM

You were out for your normal early morning walk when you came across a couple running the other way. Two women, one wearing a collar and tail with a set of fluffy canine ears on the top of her head. You had to admit... Both fluffy assets looked convincingly realistic, and you could've sworn they moved. You hadn't paid much attention to the new laws being passed by the newer, much younger government but you recalled something about people being pets? You-

"Hey, are you lost puppy?" The other woman asked, the one you'd belatedly noticed holding the leash attached to the collar around the weird dog-girl's neck.

"What?" You would blink in reply at the question. Being called a puppy? What did she take you for, a degenerate like them? "I'm not a-"

"Oh dear!" She'd exclaim, looking you up and down as the collared girl moved up behind you. Sniffing your hair and generally cornering you between them. "You poor stray... Let's get you to the pound and make sure you are taken care of!"

And before you can react, she spurts a small spray bottle in your face. The world quickly growing dark and warm as you pass out into the surprisingly strong arms of the puppygirl.

When you wake up, you find yourself in a metal cage, naked except for a black plain collar around your neck, a boneshaped gag in your mouth and large mits on your hands and feet preventing you from any dexterous use of either. Even if the cage you were in would let you stretch enough to move.

As you started to stir and wake up, you'd find my face appearing in front of your cage as I knelt down and smiled at you. A soft, kind face and long dark brown hair. And two beautiful brown eyes that just... captivated your attention.

"Well hello puppy! Good to see you are waking up! You are so lucky Ms. Mindy found you out there, who knows what could have happened if you were left all alone thinking you were a person~" I'd coo softly, a gentle tone in my voice that made your heart flutter for some reason. You'd tried to protest through your gag, but all that came out was muffled groans and cries that didn't seem to affect me.

"Don't try to talk silly! It's okay, we'll get you nice and trained up for adoption, okay? I'll be taking good care of you from now on."

(To be Continued...)

[hopeminiatures]

I hope this isn’t an annoying question, but how did you get the aged bone look on your ossiarch figures? Specifically the ones with the blue and pink armour.

It’s a fantastic looking ancient bone, looks the right amount of grimey!

It's not, ask away!

This one is very simple: it's primed black, and then I use a drybrush to do a zenethal highlight with ProAcryl Bold Titanium White, and I used Skeleton Horde Contrast on the bones, very liberally. I then come back later and hit *some* parts of the bones, mostly the highest parts like the "articular cartilage" and a line across the "diphysis" of the bone as needed with an off-white such as Screaming Skull, both by Citadel.

Pallid Bone Speedpaint is suitable instead of Skeleton Horde if you have it, the difference is negligible (check out my October 10th post, each of the last image are done with separate contrast paints, there's virtually no difference between the bone color of the Boneshapers: https://www.tumblr.com/hopeminiatures/730851082397499392 )

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Do you think GW constantly releasing new models is sustainable? Whenever I see it I think about how there must be a point where you can't really add much else and stuff becomes redundant, that new boneshaper was probably the catalyst

I mean, that sort of feeds into a larger question as to whether or not constant short-term cycles of capital profit are sustainable within an economic system (they aren't, which is why inflation is how it is and we're veering towards another market crash), but I digress!

As long as GW receives hard data that people are buying enough of the stuff they release to justify their methodologies, they'll keep doing it.

Do I think it's sustainable ultimately, overall, in the grand scheme of long term economics? No, provenly no.

Do I think they can keep doing it for the next while successfully and fairly easily? Yep.

[baharrothbluu]

If I was an ossiarch boneshaper I feel like I would just explode my bones every so often for the sensation

[yin-shimo]

screaming because i want my ocs to be height accurate (ying should NOT be the same height as most of the cast) but if they are in game it’s impossible to pose them in blender w/o things going wrong

like ?? i think there was a tutorial how to with this boneshape thing ts4ripper should export BUT— mine never exports it… 气到发光

[postoctobrist]

i wanna buy a new gag but cannot decide what design to go for - dildogag, boneshaped gag, or ring gag. do u have any insight that could assist me in deciding

Get one that inflates, will change your life

[real-british-empire]

Boneshaper must’ve fucked up.

Seems about right.

[sorastro]

Frosthaven "Starting Six" PDF Painting Guides

Patreon, YouTube, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Spotify, iTunes Hello! Today I’d like to share a complete set of six PDF painting guides, covering the six starting classes for Frosthaven: So here you can find PDF guides for: Banner Spear, Blink Blade, Germinate, Deathwalker, Drifter, and Boneshaper. I enjoyed working on some of these more than others (and I did find the quality of the sculpts…

[reachfolk]

listening to leaves from the vine from atla and im in tears because i can absolutely see it as a boneshaper clan mourning song for fallen forsworn soldiers.

[judgeverse]

i’m proud of him

[kharak-the-skeleton]

BONESHAPER THAT MADE THEM MUST NOT HAVE BEEN HAVING A GOOD DAY.

he's too dope for this world bless his soul

[parker-d-bloodrose]

Blades & Burgers

The following is a short story I wrote for funsies about a big, muscular lesbian necromancer/swordswoman and her thirsty AF girlfriend. If you’d like to buy a PDF copy of this story and support me, or even download a copy of it yourself to read offline for free, you can do so at Winking Wytch Press This story contains the following elements: 

Bone swords

A tall muscular butch lesbian

Outdated memes & references from the past forty years

A whole lotta ass kicking

A double marriage proposal!

It’ll be under the Read More.    

Goddess, my girlfriend is so gorgeous, I thought to myself. I loved the way she dipped her fries in ketchup between riotous laughter and jabbing wildly with it like a sword. Her biceps were as big as my head, and I made sure to drink in every moment of her flexing. The rolled up sleeves of her unbuttoned blue flannel shirt and her black cropped tank top gave me more than my fair share of her rippling muscles. There was a small flower tucked in her ear, held in place by the sunglasses that she wore on top of her forehead. I constantly found myself thinking, Godsblood she could crush my skull and I would thank her. We were on a date at our favorite burger joint on the space station, McTrans and she was busy telling me about her latest adventure with the boss of a local gang that claimed some of the unused maintenance tunnels as their turf.

“You should’ve been there Karla,” Annabelle said chomping down on the fry and grabbing another one from the huge pile in front of her. “It was fucking hot girl shit when I stabbed the leader of the Tunnel Snakes.” I didn’t bother to tell her that I thought everything she did was hot girl shit. She could pour an unhealthy amount of one of her horrible energy drinks in a bowl of chips and I would still think she was doing hot girl shit.

I smiled and slurped at my Estra-Cola and nodded. “Yeah I’ll bet babe,” I leaned forward, still grinning like a love struck puppy. I enjoyed listening to her escapades as much as I loved kissing her. And I wanted to do nothing more than kiss her all day, every day.

“He tried to come at me with a switch blade! It was hilarious. Guess he didn’t get the memo that a puny knife like that can’t even cut me.” She thumped her chest and grinned.

Annabelle was functionally an immortal necromancer. She would never age, and killing her was next to impossible. The only way to kill her was to find the physical manifestation of her soul and destroy it. Anybody looking for that would have to go through a rather embarrassing collection of toys hidden in her sock draws. She was particularly skilled in the art of boneshaping, and was usually wearing jewelry made from bone just in case. Today she wore the pair of gator jawbone earrings I had gotten her for our fourth anniversary last year.

I swirled my straw around idly and thought about the knife I had hidden in my purse. It was my own soul, fresh and tender, drawn from my own flesh. Like Annabelle, I was now also functionally immortal. Since we would now both survive until the heat death of the universe, I was comfrotable proposing to her, using that very knife as the marriage knife. Traditionally, a marriage knife would be inscribed with a poem, however I wasn’t sure about the consequences of literally inscribing anything on my soul, so I decided to opt for painting it on. It read:

“Though we walk in death,

You bring me nothing but life,

I love you with each undying breath,

T’would be an honor to call you wife.”

I hoped she would like it, as poetry was never my strong suit. Annabelle was always better at emotional things, wearing her heart on her sleeve. If she proposed to me it would’ve probably been with a handcrafted knife she taught herself to make, out of the finest materials she could afford and carved with a beautiful poem about her favorite parts of me. She was like the protagonist of a mushy romantic novel that way.

On a sudden impulse, I reached for my purse and began unzipping it. I barely noticed the harsh light of an approaching headlight shined brightly on Annabelle’s face as she picked up her hamburger. My hand curled around the hilt of the knife when suddenly the wall behind me exploded as a hoverbike came crashing into my back. The force of the impact knocked me flat against the table and pinned me beneath the heavy machine.

A man with a large brown pompadour in a black leather jacket with a rattlesnake patch sewn onto the back hopped off and landed on my hand, causing me to cry out in pain. The man kicked my tray off the table and looked at Annabelle. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you,” he sneered.

“Karla sweetie are you okay?” she asked, ignoring him.

“Yeah I’m alright. Just not used to getting used as a parking space.”

“Good,” Annabelle took another bite of her burger.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” the man shouted at her, pointing at Annabelle.

“I don’t pay attention to assholes who don’t know how to park correctly,” She replied as she shoved the rest of her burger in her mouth and chewed it thoughtfully.

“Yeah, well maybe I’d park correctly if you hadn’t killed my boss!” the man shouted back, drawing a basket hilt made of bone from his pocket. He suddenly flared with magical energy and the hilt grew a large thin rapier blade. Annabelle sighed and pulled out one of her bone earrings and fiddled with it as she swallowed the rest of her burger. She picked up a napkin and carefully wiped a small amount of ketchup from her face.

“Ah, so I came here initially with the plan to eat burgers with my girlfriend. Now I see I’m actually here to eat burgers with my girlfriend and kick your ass. And I’m all out of burger.” She flared up with magical energy and the bone fragment in her hand expanded and morphed into a long sword. Annabelle slid out of her seat and pointed her blade at the man’s hoverbike. “Get that damned thing off my girlfriend so we can fight properly.”

“To hell with your girlfriend, I’m going to make you pay!” the man screamed as he suddenly lunged at Annabelle, his rapier aiming for her heart. She sidestepped the attack and whacked the back of his head with the pommel of her sword. The man whirled around, gently rubbing his head. Although Annabelle was a full head taller than most people, when she was angry like this she seemed even taller.

“Alright, if you’re not going to do it, then I will,” Annabelle walked over and with one hand lifted the bike off my back and then effortlessly threw it at him. The force of the impact sent him through the soda dispenser and the wall behind it.

“Hey, take it outside!” the manager shouted. Annabelle carefully lifted me up and was clearly shocked to see that I was relatively unscathed.

“I’ll explain later,” I replied, “Go kick that guy’s ass.”

“Hold my flower babe?” she asked, pulling it out from her ear and pushing her sunglasses down over her eyes.

“Kick his ass baby, I’ve got your flower” I said, taking it from her.

“Good girl.” Annabelle spun on her heel and shouted to the man, “Stay out there, I don’t wanna wreck this place, just your face.”

The man was back on his feet, having shoved the bike off of himself with more magical energy flaring up as he healed himself.

He stood shakily on his feet, blood oozing from various scrapes and cuts. This man was clearly not prepared to fight a necromancer of Annabelle’s caliber, but I had to admit, he had some big ones to attack her in broad daylight like this. Annabelle was a godsdamned monster with that long sword. He lunged at her and she easily parried the attack as though she was swatting a fly. Her fist crashed int his nose, knocking him on his ass. She carefully planted one of her large black boots on his chest and pointed her long sword at his throat.

“Do you yield?” she demanded.

The man spat out a tooth and dropped his rapier. “I yield.”

“Good boy,” She stepped off of him and inspected his wrecked hoverbike. Magical energy flared up around her and she put a hand on the bike. It screeched and popped as it fixed itself. “I’ve even done you a courtesy and fixed your bike for you. Tell your next boss that the next time he decides to pick a fight, make sure he brings a bazooka or something more dangerous than a pocket knife.”

The man’s rapier retracted its blade and he climbed on to the bike and sped off.

Annabelle returned to me and sat down in front of me, lifting her sunglasses back up onto her face.

“Would you like your flower back?” I asked, offering it to her.

“Yeah, sure.” She took the flower back and tucked it under the stem of her glasses again. “So, how did you survive that?”

I reached into my purse and pulled out the knife, angling the poem on the blade away from her. “I, uh figured out how to ascend,” I replied. I slid out of my seat and knelt in front of her, bowing my head as I offered up the knife to her. “I uh wasn’t planning on proposing just quite yet, but y’know what? Annabelle Tenner, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

She carefully took the knife from my hand and smiled, turning it over and reading the poem.

“Karla Deathgale, it would be my honor to call you my wife,” she replied tucking the marriage knife into her belt. She pulled another bone earring out of her ear and carefully shaped it into a knife and offered it to me, her head bowed. “But, I must insist, Karla Deathgale, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” My tears welled up in my eyes as I held the knife. It was also inscribed with a poem.

“To behold your beauty is to love you,

Your smile is like fresh morning dew,

I love it when we kiss,

And it’s you I always miss.”

--- Once more, if you enjoyed this story and want to buy it or download a copy of it, you can do so at Winking Wytch Press!