Tatters - Tumblr Posts
Portraits of some of the windblown! [pretty meris, the tattered prince, caggo corpsekiller, denzo d’han, quentyn martell]
prompted by this ask which inspired me to do some more of these characters
//Tag List?
Oh boy gimme a bit to get used to using Tumblr again. I might make them fancy later but for now sweet and simple sounds good to me.
Maybe tackling a goop/skeleton monster isn’t a good idea...
(You also may have accidentally taken part of his spine and whatever was left of his pelvis.)
@void-bound-souls
Cue 300 of bat-ass tackling his skeleton husband
//New job is taking a lot of energy out of me, but please have some sketches and tidbits of info/thoughts on the bois set back when they were in the Monster/Human War!
#1 Tatters = puppy in Web’s brain. Gotta keep the smol safe and if that requires picking him up to move him, he will.
#2 Skeleton constructs were originally created to just go until they couldn’t anymore, but turns out monster food (magic) can replenish their energy. So Web is making a Stinky Face(tm) because eating food?? That's weird yo. But Tats loves trying all the things, even if it’s just a dry bar of rations! He even cried a little the first time he tried something because it was a whole new sensation that was surprisingly pleasant? And that’s not a common thing in the war. I wanted to add to this with a sketch of Web offering bone instead because that's how he heals/regains mass, buuuut that's a warhound thing so it doesn't fly with Tatters. He shall remain forever smol to Web's disappointment.
#3 During this time, Web is very aggressive and mostly feral, but he will not purposefully hurt Tatters, even if he puts himself in harms way. Tatters knows this, but it’s still terrifying to try keeping an angry warhound from ripping some new ones. Also, the armor is a tiny incentive to keep Web in his smaller form, but there were a few times when he popped out of it anyway. There’s a whole thing behind the armor I might sketch out stuff later for that too.
A starter for @bow-tie-bartender
The chatter around the camp was considerably energetic today. News spread that there was a cluster of new recruits joining their particular group, which eventually reached the two skeletons that also inhabited the campsite. The smaller of the two, Wingdings, nervously tugged at the sleeves of his cloak, hoping that the royal monster crest on his chest was noticeable enough in the mild chaos in case a memo wasn’t passed along of his...recruitment. A quick glance upwards showed that the sun was still fresh in the sky... He wasn't sure when he would be summoned back to the medic tents, but for now, it might be worth viewing who was new in case.
Would there be more like him? Probably not... A busy monster accidentally grazed his arm passing by, causing a small flinch before he regained his composure and clutched at a sleeve tighter. He wished Aki was around, but she was needed for something important she said... She would comment that this would be good social experience for him, wouldn't she?
It was more out of curiosity than anything, for a flurry of questions bogged his mind. Aki may have tried explaining how many have come from far and wide to aid in the war, but he just couldn't quite fathom it. The main question he had...
Was why.
Wingdings' bright eyelights grew lost in thought, his once purposeful pace dwindling to an absent-minded wander. The bustling monsters, the earth and dust tossed up into the air, the chatter...it began to fade away. An anxious pang in his soul scolded him for it, but at times, he just couldn't help it.
At least there was a cautious eye keeping tabs on him. The larger of the two, Webdings, was stationed near the entrance of the recruitment tent, watching as monsters passed by. Reluctantly, he was in his smaller form as to not startle any of the newcomers. It was a little bit of a scuffle between him and Wingdings to get the helmet on though...his skull itched.
Occasional sniffs of the air also accustomed him to the new scents, the new monsters...therefor less unusual scents to investigate on patrols. Anyone thinking of approaching him however was met with an intense glare. He was there to assist in case there was a human hidden amongst the rabble, or in case one scuffled with another...or if the pup got himself into trouble. Otherwise...he couldn’t care less.
Some progress type shots for my reverse American Girl project.
Recent project- I hacked this mothy WWII uniform shirt down to a short Ike jacket, then added a bunch of shoulder insignia I found in a baggie at the thrift store to the back, plus a few patches on the front.