Fish skeleton in progress… Note the feet fin…. Darwin fish?
Bone a day
ah. a clearly injured ghoul. it would be brutish beyond even his own capabilities to pick this one off, so instead dylan eyed her for a moment. the girl in front of him was mutilated so badly that it appeared her kagune itself could not retract - the area around her lower back was a disgusting sight, with her kakugan being broken as well.
pitiful. but wouldn’t he expect some sense of mercy if he were to be in such a state as well? in many ways the beast was mutilated, but only to maximize his effectiveness as a weapon for the aogiri. he was a metalwork, tarnished and dented but nonetheless a lightweight ruthless machine with no corner left unhardened.
with what looked like a black streak of paint through the air, dylan lept from his location around the corner right to her feet, landing on all fours in front of her. she was even stranger up close - was that a bony hand? the previously slit pupils now widened in feline curiosity, his nose twitching rapidly as he sniffed around her general person.
the ghoul tilted his head to the side, uttering a single word that doubled as a question. one would definitely assume mikotsu was injured from her appearance, so perhaps his concerns were not entirely misplaced.
Her bones seemed to shake merely from the presence of the other ghoul around her. Nausea was rising up in her throat though there didn’t appear to be anything left she could vomit up besides her own stomach acid; after all, she hadn’t eaten in who-knows-how-long, and despite the fact that there was meat right there in front of her; tender, delicious meat, she wouldn’t touch him. Doing so would surely spell her own demise, and though at times she would rather die than continue starving, now that she was around someone else, there was a possibility that she could both stay alive and eat. So she would have to keep herself strong for just a little while more.
The ghoul was more animalistic than human, she saw, a creature changed beyond recognition to the point she would put money on him having more feline genes than human or ghoul. However, his approaching her was not out of malice, it seemed, but out of concern for her slowly worsening condition. Ah, yes——wasn’t it true that animals tended to look out for their hurt and sick? Maybe they didn’t desperately try to save them like humans did, but there could be no doubt that they would look after the injured member of the party and try to help them, one tactic of which was feeding the sick. If she had had any more liquid in her eyes, she would have burst into tears right there. With a careful nod and nothing else, she gave the ghoul her answer.
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practicin art time !! the coloring is MESSY AS FUCK bc this is the first draw of the day but i figured i’d draw mikotsu in her tokyo ghoul verse. this is actually with healthy rinkaku (that resembles seaweed), it gets browner and browner after she gets attacked until its mostly just shriveled and dropping from her back. also i figured out how to make the kakugan not look as shitty. hell yes. all hail the queen
With a spate of huge stories breaking in the past few weeks, you might not have caught the massive environmental crisis in northern Mexico that began earlier in August.
According to the Associated Press, local politicians claim that Grupo Mexico, a private mining company in Sonora with a troubling track record of hazardous waste violations in Mexico and the U.S., was slow to report a disastrous fault in its leaching ponds, which hold industrial acid used in the mining process. The spill released around 10 million gallons of acid into the Bacanuchi and Sonora Rivers.
(wheezes) ok thats all the starters requested. i have two drafts (mourningpurifier and frostytricks) but im saving em for a bit bc my brain needs a bit of time to recover lol. gonna watch a bit more fairy tail and then probably take a nap bc CFS rip ezra
A witch wrapped in the guise of a girl——which would be terrifying, if it weren’t for the obvious signs that this girl is not human. Blood leaks from many places on her body, and her arms and hands, hidden by the sleeves of her kimono, are whittled down to the bone, merely remnants of what they formerly were. One eye has been bandaged so as not to terrify people because of the empty socket there, and her smile is threatening if nothing else. Though maybe it would be incorrect to call this girl a witch; maybe something in between a human and a familiar would be more acceptable, as she doesn’t have her own barrier yet and therefore finds herself lost in this human world, unable to find a place for herself.
Though there is prey just a few feet ahead. Dead footsteps take her toward the magical girl, though her thoughts are much farther along than her actions, as it would be a miracle if she managed to actually attack the magical girl at the same time she’s thinking of doing so.
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The scent of dolphin is familiar to her——if only because sharks carry a related, yet not identical, scent, and she knows shark scent well. She’ll turn around to cast eyes on that familiar of Wadanohara’s who hates the Red Sea so very much…but for what? Doesn’t she know that the Sea of Death would be a good place? Doesn’t she understand that Mikotsu only wants revenge for being the victim of that c h o i c ewhich is unfair for anyone to go through, let alone her?
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