#gutsy bones

[amf-studios]

Day 24: Skeleton!

"Reports coming live from downtown Springdale of a fifty foot tall Skeleton dancing to Michael Jackson's 'Thriller.' We will track this story as it develops."

This was a fun one! Hope you enjoy!

[submaskudari]

Art request dump

here's what I've got in terms of requests so far! One of these were requested in my server ^ ^

Leaving the individual doodles + asks under a cut so it doesn't take up like. Half the page.

[muffinboy123]

Gutsy vs arceus

[oh-meow-swirls]

the end of chapter 3 in 2 is really just the embodiment of the "i think i'm forgetting something" "it couldn't've been that important if you forgot" meme and i love that. there's a single braincell between nate/katie, whisper and jibanyan and i love that-

[night-raven-tattler]

A second opinion - Resorting the Night Raven College students into different dorms

Summary: Based on their personal headcanons and this post made by @thoselethalarts, Mx Tattly took it upon themselves to sort the NRC students into dorms different than their own - just for fun! She'd appreciate your feedback and opinions, as he is no Magic Mirror, so feel free to add your imput!

Characters: First year notable students (Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho and Sebek)

Other parts of the series: Second year notable students, Third year notable students

Warnings: none

By opening the document, you agree to Mx Tattly's terms of source confidentiality.

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A good fit for Heartslabyul's strict environment would be Sebek!

He is a boy with a very strong code of conduct that he follows religiously. Sebek is very strict with himself and follows his personal rules and daily routine with no exception. He puts a lot of value in the importance of rules and authority figures to maintain peace and order, since it's the only thing he knows: as a hopefully royal guard to be, Sebek believes in his liege first and in himself second. And, as a guard, he is very protective.

Sebek believes his way of thinking is the correct one and has no shame in trying to instill his views on others. He considers that he is doing what's right for his liege and the world, and no one can convince him otherwise. He'd make a good card soldier, maybe a spade suit or a heart suit.

『••✎••』

Deuce would make a good candidate for Savanaclaw.

He has an ironclad willpower and determination in spades (pun intended), which are his main driving forces in life. He is determined to become a honor student and to right all the wrongs he's ever done, a resolution he clings to harder and harder with every day.

Deuce is gutsy, and when push comes to shoves he is ready to fight back. He has a strong sense of loyalty, and he is willing to do anything for the ones he considers part of his "gang". He is a dedicated friend and family member and believes in payback, especially when he has been wronged in some way.

『••✎••』

Another good candidate for the Savanaclaw student spot is Epel!

His initial wish to be sorted in Savanaclaw was not random. Epel has the (in)famous Savanaclaw willpower and determination. Epel knows what he wants -he wants to be a strong mage who can help Harveston thrive- and his pride for his community is unwavering. He knows how hard he needs to fight and he is willing to work himself to the bone when needed.

Epel also is somewhat of an idealist, and he has big dreams for himself. From being a great mage to someone his whole hometown will be proud of, Epel strives to be this amazing, reliable figure worth of respect and who doesn't deserve belittling. He won't back down from any fight, even if he has to throw the first punch, and he gets back up even after losing.

『••✎••』

Ace would fit well in Scarabia.

He is a clever and cunning boy, who knows when to be straightfoward and when to be sneaky. From facing his own housewarden to pretending to ask Leona a smart question in order to not be used a bait, Ace is intelligent and can read situations very well, skills he uses to his advantage. He is also not above playing roles and feigning innocence if the end goal appeals to him.

Ace is resourceful, playful and knows what to say in a moment of need, making him very adaptable to any situation. Despite still getting into trouble, he insists it is part of his calculated risk. He is good at math, but sometimes you gotta make sacrifices (re: get put on cleaning duty) for a good outcome (re: a nap at the back of the class).

『••✎••』

Pomefiore is a dorm whose values Jack would resonate with.

Jack is a boy who strives to improve himself in every area he can. Academics, sports, even with his hobbies, he always strives to become smarter, faster, wiser, better. Self improvement is his main driving force, and he loves knowing that he is improving, since he knows very well just how hard he is working to achieve his best self.

Generally speaking, Jack is very self aware and knows what his skills and strong points are. He is self assured, meticulous and last but not least, aware of his potential, which he cultivates every day without fail.

『••✎••』

Another good pick for Pomefiore would be Ortho!

Ortho is, above all else, very proud of his own skills and achievements. He is the only humanoid with the ability to learn and feel, that's quite an achievement! Yet he is not satisfied, as he knows technology (him included) will always have space for improvement. From making and maintaining his gears to joining clubs to extend his knowledge on human reactions, Ortho wants to become even better, and he is an unstoppable force.

Being a Shroud, Ortho comes with his own eccenticities, like calling everyone by their full names and considering using powerful lasers as a solution for most of his problems. Maybe it's because he's an android, but Ortho can get quite reckless and engage in risky behavior.

『••✎••』

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

In-Character Q&A - CG (1)

Crosspost!

How did you end up in the coven?

That's a long and sad story.

Not by choice.

What were your first thoughts when you saw [MC]?

Poor, poor bastard. Wrong place at the wrong time.

How did you get your powers/ignite? 

What do you think?

The Juice. It's always the Juice.

Who's your least favorite in Coven (other than Hypothesis)? 

You'd think it'd be Catalyst, but no.

Variable.

They're so blindly loyal to someone who gives them nothing in return.

And they're also just annoying.

What are your thoughts on the Hounds? 

My job would be a lot easier with them not around. Old job, I guess. New job sort of involves them, so...

What I mean is. They're good at what they do and that's a pain in my ass.

Thoughts on the DPR? 

I've been around enough people with money to know that government just means 'in the pocket'. Only question is whose pocket.

So I don't trust them. And the way they treat kids is a fucking disgrace.

Did you ever think of being a hero yourself (especially now that you kind of are one)? 

I was the one who needed a hero.

By the time I got powers of my own, it was too late for me.

What's your real name? :)

Gutsy.

Fine, I'll throw you a bone.

Starts with M.

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝒈𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 : 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 ꒰ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒔 ꒱◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ summary, featuring alessio 781 : you are a new hero and you follow a group of criminals back to a warehouse after they caused havoc on your patrol. as you prepare to strike, you are stopped by a perculiar figure. friend or foe? you know not. your choices will have consequences and unlock further scenes and endings.

start your playthrough at the main menu. ꒱

“Who are you?”

Your fingers curl into your gloved palms and your foot pushes behind the other. A defensive position taken despite your voice kept on the low. The last thing you need is to alert the group of armed criminals swimming like sharks below.

The man’s dark brows raise. A silver piercing catching in the glimmer of moonlight from one of the few windows around this large warehouse. His hands raise. The knife slips back into the darkness of his sleeve. A confusing sight made even more bewildering when a spark of green around his wrist precedes the blade suddenly appearing on his utility belt.

“Easy there,”

His tongue clicks. And yet you can still hear the amusement dripping from his voice. And if not that – then the way that those sharp eyes of his trail you from head to toe should tip you off.

“Seems you’re new. Name’s Reaper.” As if to confirm his own statement, his line of vision snaps to the faculty below. The crease at the centre of his forehead easing your suspicions at least a bit.

“Must be new if you ran after the Reems. Gutsie one, huh?” His chuckle follows a nudge of his elbow to your side as he steps forward and circles you a few times.

“What’s all this anyway? What’re ya? Magic hands? Magic voice? Fast, strong, shoot webs? Oh wait,” his shadow casts over you as he halts before you. Snapping his fingers.

“Your mama said you’re special.”

The click in your jaw extends to your fist and it takes every ounce of self-restraint in your bones to not sucker-punch this supposed ‘Reaper’ straight off the railing.

“It’s -” you state your hero name blankly to which you can only assume he is grinning behind that damned mask.

“Oooo creative.” He chuckles at your glare and waves his hand. “Pullin’ your leg. Fuck you really are new.” He soon spins around.

For a moment it felt as though the shadows had consumed you. The ignorance to your presence so blatantly obvious as a few mutters in a language you couldn’t quite decipher just yet came from his mask. Albeit a bit muffled.

An evil part of you itched to push him over. But you quickly remind yourself that you are a hero.

So with a deep breath, you try your hardest not to speak through clenched teeth and utter out in the calmest voice you could possibly muster. One to put the cool breeze to shame.

“They caused havoc west side. I fought them off but they made a run for it.”

The Reaper’s head cocks and his eyes find yours once again. Is that judgement?

“So you tracked down the guys with guns and several explosives all alone.”

“Well, what would have done?”

“Missing the point sweetheart. You’re young.” He states. Flinching at his own statement and rolling his eyes at who knows what, before bringing his attention back to you.

With a step forward, the black-cladded man circles you once more. Halting at your side and making a jerk with his head to the way in which you came.

“Appreciate the assist. But this is way outta your league.”

. ˚◞꒰ “Even so. I want to help.” You insist. ꒱

. ˚◞꒰ “I know what I’m doing. Stay out of my way.” You grunt. ꒱

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[mikeyss1ut]

Can u pretty pls write where reader finds ponyboys ticklish spots ? Like in a silly goofy way. Armpit type ticklish.

Warnings: None

I’m not confident about this one. At all. I don’t think this is right and hesitant to post this but I didn’t wanna let u down anon!

You and him were talking in class today, and you gutsy had came to the conclusion you were gonna go to his house after school.

As you guys walked to his house, your sleeve accidentally brushed his armpit as you were rambling on about your day and you heard a faint giggle.

But it was there!

When you went to his and Sodas room, since no one was home it meant no teasing from his older brothers.

You guys had homework to do, and while you were doing it you accidentally dropped your pencil. Pony was closer so when he bent down to pick it up you saw the opportunity and took it.

You tickled his armpit. He doubled over laughing and fell off the bed.

You gasped in your discovery.

“Don’t.” Pony said laughing before getting back on the bed with you.

You giggled before attacking him and tickling him everywhere.

He laughed but gained a little more strength back, at least enough to reach up and tickle you.

You laughed and fell over off of him and onto the bed, so instead of you hovering over him he was now hovering over you.

You were still ticking him a little so now it was just a battle of you two tickling each other.

Darry must’ve came home a few minutes ago, you guys ain’t here it tho.

The door to the room opened, you guys too busy laughing to hear or notice it.

“Ay! Get back to your guys schoolwork and play on each others bones later, ya understand?” Darry said, directing all attention from each other to him. Pony mumbled a “mhmm” and Darry shut the door. You and Pony looked at each other, before dying laughing.

[thedarkbringer]

Imagining Arcade telling my Courier (Gutsy) about his history with the Enclave is super fucking funny because of HER history with the Enclave.

Arcade: Hey, uh... off-topic question. How do you feel about the Enclave?

Gutsy: Oh! They stole my bones! And my organs!

Arcade: what

Gutsy: Yeah! They found me when I was still in my vault in the radioactive stasis sludge and they took all of my bones and organs out of me and replaced them with fancy fake ones. That's why I can tank bullets like I do. They did the same thing to one of my best friends who assisted the Brotherhood with wrecking them a few years after we woke up.

Arcade:

Gutsy: But even then I don't really hate them. I'm not the biggest fan but there's probably a few good folks, like with any group that big. :D

Arcade:

Arcade: im gonnag throwe upp

[gilverrwrites]

Hi! Here I am with a Black Mask request 🖤. Could you write something where someone is threatening towards the reader and Roman gets protective about it?

Possessive Roman is great too but I wanna see this man go full protective mode!

You don't have to be sorry, Sweetheart.

Black Mask/Reader, 1.8K words

Request Info || Masterlist || Ko-Fi 

Rubbing my hands together like a hungry little racoon being fed. I forgot how feral this man makes me. I took me a while to find my Black Mask head space again, but my Roman is almost always based on an amalgamation of his 60-2000s-ish comic appearances, for reference. Oh and the mask, that does NOT come off. 🖤

Roman doesn't take kindly to an ex employee affronting you, after leaving you alone in a bar. Rated: 18+

CWs: Swearing, blood, spit, threats of violence, actual violence, and some more violence, switchblade, derogatory names: bitch, petnames: sweetheart, failure to wear seatbelts (- please don’t do that irl), protective Roman, somewhat possessive Roman, unhealthy relationship/toxic dynamics.

Please remember: You are stronger than your fears and doubts

Roman Sionis is no stranger to getting his hands dirty. In fact, anyone who’d worked close enough with him, himself included could tell you that Roman thrills in dirty work. However, there are some essential jobs that even Roman won’t touch. When these errands come up, there’s only one place to go to find a runt with morals low enough to get it done.

Noonan’s is the worst bar in Gotham, at least in your opinion. Roman didn’t seem to care much for it either. In fact, the first time you’d accompanied him on a business meeting there he’s told you; “This place is dicey at the best of times. Anyone touches you, says anything to you, so much as fuckin’ looks at you the wrong way, you come get me, alright, Sweetheart? I’ll set 'em straight.” And hadn’t let you leave his side until you’d sworn to come find him at the first sign of trouble.

Usually, you didn’t run into any real problems during the scarce amount of times you’d been there. Roman would conduct his dealings in a function room out back while you tried to keep to yourself. Most people knew who you were, who you were with, and were smart enough to keep to themselves. Nursing a drink in a dark corner typically didn’t draw any more issues than a few side-ways looks. Looks that didn’t seem worth mentioning to Roman. You love him, but he knows how to make a scene, and a scary one at that. It isn’t always worth the fuss. Usually.

It seems somebody was feeling unusually gutsy today. From the moment you’d entered, a familiar face had been watching you. You didn’t know their name, honestly, you likely couldn’t name a single person in this place. But you knew a lot of their faces, Noonan’s always seemed to draw the same crowd of washed-up and bitter ex-goons. Moments after Roman had taken his leave, your watcher approached, tripping over drunken feet until he was close enough to slam his drink onto your table, splashing you with beer in the process.

“Hey, you.” He leans over, pointing a finger in your face, far too close for comfort.

Careful to avoid elevating the situation you remain as still as possible, only moving your eyes in order to get a better look at him. Up close you can see smatterings of scars, and tattoos. He’s clearly tried to pay his dues with a lot of Gotham’s crime bosses and villains. A question mark, a penguin, a black skull.

“Yes, may I help?” You ask cordially, offering a smile.

“You’re Sionis’ bitch ain’t ya?” He slurs as he speaks, spit dripping onto his chin, and ricocheting towards you. “I got a bone to pick with that asshole.”

“Well, I’m afraid he’s busy.” You’d tried to be amicable but now your hospitable tone is gone, replaced with as much nonchalant venom as you can muster. “And his ‘bitch’ doesn’t want to talk to you.”  

“I don’t give a shit what you want.” He bangs a fist against the table. Luckily, you’d seen it coming and had had the foresight to grab your drink. But whoever this fucker was, had not. More of the amber liquid spills out onto the table. “That bastard fucked with the wrong guy when he laid me off. Do you know who I am?”

Do you know who he is? No, and you relay that information by staring at him with a pointedly blank glare.

“I said, do you know who I FUCKING AM?” Spit fires from his lips, hitting your face, you feel your already simmering blood begin to boil with each drop. “I’m. Henry. FUCKING Byrne.”

“Good for you, ‘Henry fucking Byrne’ but…” You shouldn’t say it, you know you’ll only provoke him, but he’s on your last nerve. “I. don’t. FUCKING. care.”

“You don’t care, I don’t bleeding care, I don’t care who cares! But he’s gonna care…” Your comment has set him into a long, drunken, incomprehensible ramble, you presume the ‘he’ in reference is Roman, but all other thoughts are cancelled out by the sight of Henry removing a switchblade from his back pocket. As he leans in closer, pointing the blade in your direction, the gravity of the situation sets in. If you don’t act soon, you might just meet your maker in fucking Noonan’s. Tragic. “He’s gonna fucking care when I wreck his bitch.”

Searching for a defence, an exit route, anything, your eyes dart around the bar, quickly locating your salvation.

His pristinely tailored suit highlights him amongst the crowd, the waxy polish of his mask glowing under the dingy low-handling lights. He advances with confident, assertive strides. Instant relief floods through you, followed by a completely different brand of panic.

Relieved to know that you’re almost certainly safe, panicked by the thought of whatever mess he’s about to make.

Despite the tap of Roman’s shoes and your obvious stare, Henry is too wrapped up in his own anger and babblings to notice the impending danger. Like a frantic school of fish being advanced upon by a shark.

He doesn’t deserve your kindness, but you offer it anyway, sliding your chair back, out of his reach as you shout; “Roman, don’t.”

“I just wanna talk.” He spits, holding both hands up, feigning innocence, showing that he’s unarmed. As if he needed a weapon to be dangerous. It’s a lie, you both know it.

Alerted to Roman's presence, Henry begins to turn but is stopped by a leather-clad hand fixing to the soft spot on the back of his head. With rapid force, he’s pushed face-first against the table. Once, twice, three times. Blood is pouring from his nose, mixing with the already murky puddles of spilt beer. Stray chunks of what you can only assume are broken teeth jump with every collision.

Henry’s knife clatters against the floor, narrowly missing your foot. You grab it, holding tight.

“Roman stop.” You say, certain you’re no longer at risk. “He’s had enough!”

Roman's brown eyes bore into you as he slows, gripping tight to your almost attacker's neck, guiding him back into a standing position.

“Do you think you’ve had enough?” He asks through gritted teeth.

“Yes, yes sir. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Henry’s already slurred speech is muffled even more by his own fluids.

“Oh, you’re sorry.” Roman mocks, his neck is red with rage, his mask creaks as he juts his jaw back and forth, a habit you’ve learned is a calming mechanism, something he’d picked up since getting his pacemaker fitted. It isn’t working. “See ‘sorry’ isn’t gonna cut it, you need to be taught a lesson.”

Using his free hand, Roman reached over to you, pulling the switchblade from your clutching fingers.

“Cause you see, when you mess with what’s mine, you mess with me.” Tension hangs thick in the air, every patron is watching, waiting to see how this unfolds, what the infamous Black Mask will do next. “And nobody messes with me.”

“Roman.” You warn, standing and placing your hand on Roman's shoulder, gently tugging at him, urging him to cool off.

“Fine, I’m gonna let you go.” Henry’s face hits the table one last time with a hard smack, followed by the sickening crunch of his own blade being stabbed through his hand, pinning him to the table. “But be grateful, and know that if I see your face anywhere near us again, I won’t be so gentle.”

All eyes remain on you both as you turn to leave. Roman doesn’t care. He firmly wraps a hand around your upper arm, leading you between tables, past the bar, and toward the door.

“Let that be a lesson to all of you.” He chides the onlookers in one last display of warning, before making his exit.

The time passes in a blur as Roman guides you outside, summons the car, herds you inside, and informs the driver to take you home, all the while his hands never leave your form, but once the car starts running time rapidly slows.

You sit together on the back seat, in silence. Roman is not traditionally expressive, for obvious reasons, but you’ve been together long enough to pick up on his emotional tells. He’s rolling his jaw again, and flexing his hand in and out of a fist shape, trying to cool off, trying to prevent himself from snapping at you.

In an effort to help soothe his anger you manoeuvre closer, until your sides brush together. You move to place your hand on his chest, but he grips your wrist, denying you.

“What did I say?” He isn’t yelling, but there’s still an anger to his tone, and a hardness in his eyes that you’re not accustomed to being on the receiving end of. Before you can respond he continues; “I told you, if anything happens, you come get me. What was that?”

“I know, I know, but I’m fine.” You reassure, nudging your arm until he releases you. “I’m sorry, I thought I could handle him, but it just escalated so quickly.”

His look softens, never able to stay mad at you for long. He lets your hand fall against the soft fabric of his blazer. In a quick, practiced motion he lifts your legs up and over his own, positioning you into a cradled position. Removing his gloves before resting one hand on your lower back, and the other on your thigh where he strokes his hand in slow circles.

“You don’t have to be sorry, sweetheart, just promise me, next time you sense trouble, you come to me.”

It would be easy to lie to him, to make an impossible promise, he tells white lies all the time. But you know he values your honesty, he has expectations for you that he does not hold himself to, you’re the light to his darkness. “If I can, I will, I promise, but it’s not always that simple Roman. I’ve got to defend myself sometimes.”

He lets you talk, but he’s shaking his head, disagreeing before you can finish. 

“This isn’t up for discussion.” He speaks in the gentlest tone, a voice that is reserved for your ears only. “I know you’ve had to look out for yourself in the past, but you’re mine now, and always. You don’t have to do that anymore.”

Your back hits the plush upholstery of the car seat, contrasting with the hard wood of Roman’s mask pushing against your lips. You welcome the familiar mahogany smell, the taste of spice that invades your senses. Kisses from Roman are never gentle, they’re harsh and cold against your skin, no matter how gently he runs his hands along your body.

When he’s satisfied, he pulls away, just enough to get a good view of your face, to look into your eyes. The coolness of his forehead presses to yours.

“Nobody is more important to me than you.” His voice is sharp and gritty. He holds you just a little bit tighter. “I’d burn this city to the ground before I let anything happen to you.”

[the-mercs-as]

wait actually. mercs as smurfs anon here. im gonna hit you with the full post and explanations. you just gotta make it into a helpful infographic, cause i can't submit my own infographic to you.

Scout- Tuffy Smurf (wannabe badass, new england accent)

Soldier- Dopey Smurf (stupid as hell but always tries his best)

Pyro- Jokey Smurf (completely insane, likes to have fun but that fun often involves other people getting hurt)

Demo- Gutsy Smurf (The Scottish One TM)

Heavy- Hefty Smurf (names sound similar, big tough guy of the team who has a sensitive side)

Engineer- Handy Smurf (self explanatory)

Medic- Brainy Smurf (wears glasses, morally dubious, commits medical malpractice) (brainy almost committed medical malpractice in the episode Jokey's Funny Bone but was stopped by papa smurf returning)

Sniper- Tailor Smurf (tailor smurf is the only smurf i can think of who is polite and professional)

Spy- Painter Smurf (this is entirely the french accent here)

Love this! Great job! Infographic coming soon.

[amf-studios]

Ever wonder if Nate, or, Natuski here, got traumatized from certain encounters with certain Yo-Kai? Mainly (literally just) Overseer?

Oh yeah, she can't be around Gutsy bones because of PTSD from the last time they were in the same place. (And to be fair his episode was essentially him torturing the kid because God forbid a kid want a toy. XP)

But as for Overseer... (ykw 4 hatred intensifying...) not touching that with a 50 foot pole.

[girrlfrommars]

Remembering Janis Joplin: The Woman Behind ‘Sex, Drugs and Rock n’ Roll’

Drunk on life stoned on beer. Texas girl, Odetta, choir girl, uneducated. Records found, you love life again… up until the age of ten. Those manly shaped shoulders that shook your friends into lust. Liberated liberated. Sad and tired, got to get away. Mother hurt me please! but you can’t make me stay.

The woman made her way to San Francisco. Music, laughter, sorrow in the night. Hollowed prayers disgust in eyes. She sang her way in. Speed freak. Her nipples are cold. They refuse to sing along.

Sister smiles father spits. Devotion has been a lifelong regret.

She joined signed sighed. But she is not silent. Screams of rage, still no success. All I’ve given, everything at best. Tell them Janis of amazing letdowns. Tell them how your bones poke right through. Shaking. Desire. Empty, half full. Black magic fell into the mind of the young like a life of sin. Sailors, saviors. Here to stay, are ya. Ball n’ chain.

Bourbon-fueled raw gutsy, amazement. You felt held back, no more piece of heart to break. Move over, unacceptable lady. Stick it in puke it out, like a crucifix error.

Return to the hole, they laughed once more. Laughable. People dancing as tomorrow isn’t a myth pledged allegiance the power of acceptance. No care in the man’s land, but you do care. Couples naked in the caress of doubt. Your heart burnt the crowd, confessions and contempt. There ain’t nothing like the real thing baby. This is the way, Pearl the way to the very end. Dated in passion and sensitivity. You killed your selves grasping at your weapon of love; you wore your vulnerability like some splinter-covered glove.

Early morning dark, dark night you took too much of what felt good. Craving distraction seeking sense. Home stalking, no more walking. Cause the Kozmic Blues surrendered with abuse. Number twenty-seven shot on your back, the twenty-seventh attack. This is the end, my only friend.

Vintage store, half-ripped book. Staggered kid, hunched view on life, stay away attitude, isolated. Opening the book, a light shot straight into the heart of a poorly cultured kid. Perspective gained. Intensely reading examining pondering. That’s how I found Janis, sitting on my bed, mesmerized by the treasure in my hands. My seventh-grade self would be amused by the fact that that same paper is loudly laying next to me at this very moment. The blues are blasting in the kitchen. And I’m remembering the exact moment she moved me: *freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose*. I didn’t know what I wanted until it found me, until she found me. And I bet ya can relate, hey. Break the broken, they bleed in blue. Sing the songs, Lord know’s they’re true. Measuring misinterpretations, the space between our hearts. Blues oh blues you flame-throwing love!

Early mornings still remind me of you. I’m utterly lost in the translation of your ways. Oh how the people mourn, how we cry out to you. You’re wine, a stain. There are dead roses with your name now your luck is merely rotten, eaten-at flesh. The power in your voice brings the blues to life; there wasn’t a thing you wouldn’t sacrifice.

[jqmon]

Fan-Fusion Time! Bone-Scaler

My newest fusion and it’s actually clean looking.

A friend of mine gave me and another a prompt of 2 yo-kai to fuse to see different interpretations of it. The yo-kai were Gutsy Bones and Slurpent and this was my idea.(Slight inspiration from bonetail from pm ttyd)

His name was gonna be something with gachapon and reptile but i just went with Bone and Scaler which came from Scale.

Bone-Scaler is an A rank fire attribute yo-kai of the Shady tribe. They were once a noko that found themselves a lot of power and was banished for his actions using said power.

Idk, that’s just the current idea for them at the moment.😅 Hope you enjoy

[oh-meow-swirls]

love how in 3 they were inexplicably like "what if we gave dr. maddiman a sad backstory and stuff" and like. it's great and all but it's just so weird to me like he's literally the only returning boss yo-kai from 1-

[morguemaw]

Hello there Mr. Gutsy!! I am 🖋️ anon traveling from Glitch’s corner to quickly say YOUR ART IS SO NICE??? And I wanted to ask if you have any tips for your art/anatomy!! I’ve been struggling a lot with drawing lately and hoped you might be able to help!! :D!!

Also *holds out medium rare steaks* 🥩🥩 an offering

-🖋️

AHHH THANK YOU!!!! I am very proud of my work, i just wish i could post as much as my brother LMAO And.. Honestly kinda!! A little trick i learned is to mesh together realism and cartoonism, some examples are: Knuckles. [ This is more for my Undertale Audience ] You see, knuckles themselves only have a little bone to define them, i like to take the best of both words and do a lovecraftian child between them. Round'ness of the more pronounced bone, while having the more defined outline of a fun little line.

For more To-Everyone tips; Dont worry about how many guidelines you use. Have fun. Art can be created in many different ways, everyone has their own method to madness.

Also, make sure to have fun stylizing what you draw! Old example of how i learned my own little rib style :)

Dunno if this helps!! [ also AHEEM THANK YOU FOR THE STEAK <333 ]