firs birthday drawing ive ever made for this disgruntled feral ugly ass lookin creatur

Perhaps in the next Nintendo Online update they should bring in Banjo Kazooie: Grunty's Revenge.

My OC Cobalt from my comic Skeleton Crew with their Pokémon team! I experimented with a different style for this piece that I didn't end up liking very much. Cobalt was born in the Galar Region and grew up in Ballonlea. When they started their Pokémon journey they were given a Shiny Eevee as their first Pokémon. They loved him more than anything and when he evolved into a Sylveon Cobalt gave him the name Sylvester. The first Pokémon they _caught_ was a Galarian Ponyta in the Glimwood Tangle, which they named Cotton Candy, or Cece. They traveled the region, caught a Noibat in one of the Galarian mines and named him Noisy because of how talkative he was. Unfortunately while on their way home for a visit they passed through Stow-On-Side and were attacked, yanked into an alley and assaulted by Chairman Rose. During the assault he choked them so hard he caused permanent damage to their larynx. Luckily they were saved by a Mimikyu, who chased off Rose and found help for Cobalt. Cobalt kept the Mimikyu and named him Prince for being their rescuer. After what happened they decided they wanted a fresh start, took their savings and moved to the faraway island chain of Alola. Sadly because of their injury they lost the ability to speak clearly and were only able to communicate effectively through Sign Language, which made finding work especially difficult. While looking for a job on Akala Island they caught a Salandit, which they named Pluto (short for Plutonium). When they made their way to Ula'ula Island they were running out of options for work and while leaving a Pokémon Center in a huff they ran (quite literally) into Guzma, who was out doing community service with a couple of his grunts. Over time the two became involved and Guzma gave Cobalt a Shiny Cutiefly he had rescued as a gift. Cobalt named her Ribbon. Cobalt now lives in Po Town and is dating Guzma. For more of this story keep an eye out for my comic Skeleton Crew!

The faintest glimmer of the sunlight just peaked through the lush canopy. Trees creaks in the wind as a few decorations moves along with them. On the ground, laughter, popping cans, and conversations downs out the birds calling above. Most members of the Regular Army are there: happily having the time of their lives. One such member, however, choose to hide in the trees slightly above the party goers. Away from the crowd, Marco helps himself to a few slices of watermelon. The second day of this Jungle Party, and already things are getting interesting. Aside from party games, the androids found an ancient temple nearby. They just left a few minutes ago, with Marco keeping an eye out in case they return. He leans down, and takes another bite. Marco swallows his piece, before speaking. “Don’t even think about it.” Marco didn’t have to turn around to see who is behind him. A raspberry sound reaches his ears. “How’d ya know it was me?” Tarma swings in front of Marco. He grabs slice of watermelon, juggling it before taking a bite. “I’m your commander, I know everything,” Marco said, unamused. “Now where have you been?” “I thought you knew everything~?” Tarma replies smugly. Marco was about to shoot back a retort when a blur suddenly tackles Tarma to the ground. With a grunt, Marco watches Tarma wrestle a man to the ground. However, he’s slowly over powered and was tossed off of him. The man turns, laughing hysterically. Marco only rolls his eyes at the man sitting before him. “Hey Marco! You’re looking remarkable today!” Derek smirks. “Hey Derek.” A low war cry erupts from Tarma as he tackles Derek. Marco only eyes at the two as they horse around the area. Some party goers nonchalantly dodging the pair or avoiding them. They smack against Fio, who recoils and turns to the two men. Marco only raises an eyebrow as Fio chastise them while trying to get out of their way. Marco looks down at his slice of watermelon. His ears turning out the mayhem that’s taking place. He sighs, and takes a bite. Juices trickling down his chin as he chews slowly. A nice refreshment from this humid environment. Marco makes a mental note to thank Eri for the idea later. Another shout reaches his ears. Marco turns and sees Derek’s hands around Tarma’s neck. The latter of which is laughing his ass off. Marco turns back around with an annoyed expression. “Good Grief.” Yup, just another day. _________________________________ Marco Rossi, Tarma Roving, SNK Derek Aran, Me

Read The Arrogance of Man here: www.fimfiction.net/story/22083… The group continued on their way to find the Elements. It wasn't long until they came towards a welcoming sight, among of all of the misfortunes and dangers they've ran into. There stood the remains of an old ruin, not too far ahead among the mists. "We made it!" Twilight joyfully announced. She broke off into a sprint, eager to reach their destination. "Twilight, wait for us!" Applejack called, as the rest of the group followed in pursuit. "We're almost there!" Twilight cried, but her joy was quickly dashed away. The elf suddenly noticed that she was near the edge of a cliff, and the bridge was down. Twilight skidded to a halt, but stopped dangerously close to the edge. She wildly flailed her arms in a vain attempt to keep her footing. She exclaimed as she felt herself beginning to fall forward. Twilight then felt her arm grabbed. She yelped as she was yanked by a strong force, pulling her away from the edge. Twilight grunted as her face pressed against a cotton surface, held in a tight embrace. Twilight panted, her eyes wide from her trauma. As her adrenaline settled, her breaths became calm. She looked up to her rescuer, finding Junior. He was slightly panting, holding her tightly away from the cliff. "Cutting it a bit too close," said Junior. Twilight gasped as she felt the racing heart in the boy's chest. Her face began to flush, feeling the security of his strong arms. It was a surprise to realize the tone of his muscles beneath the thick hoodie that he wore. "Ooh~." Pinkie grinned. Junior and Twilight noticed the stares from the rest of the girls. Junior quickly released Twilight, allowing her to step away, her face flushing red hot. "Uh... You good?" asked Junior awkwardly. Twilight timidly nodded, avoiding his gaze. "Mmhmm. Thanks..." stuttered Twilight. "So... what's with you and falling off cliffs today?" asked Rainbow smirking. Twilight moaned in embarrassment at the comment.

*Shit.* His head spun like a whirlpool after that strike--but he knew better than to stay put. Straining to keep his balance, he backstepped. The sound of his heart pumping, blood rushing, resounded in his ears; faintly he could hear the crowd’s roar, the announcer’s gusto, the crunch of sand. Vauruk needed to land after that uppercut, but he wouldn’t delay. His grin stretched from ear to ear, and like starving shark he split into the sky, sun illuminating his wings. Kaldov was caged by walls of that arena, and like a hunter who’d cornered his prey, the bat was ready to finish the job. The air screeched as the bat soared in. Kaldov swayed just to the side, but Vauruk turned, bouncing off the wall behind him. Barely Kaldov twisted in time to block the battering bull rush with his forearms. Painfully did they pang in reply. Vauruk bounded off, beating his wings fiercely and kicking at the wall to return to the air. “Vauruk’s found his edge at last, folks! Like an eagle, he’s soaring, and--**wow!** Another powerful punch just narrowly blocked! Golalud can’t hold him off like that for much longer, and both of them know it.” Kaldov heaved with effort and fury, lowering his arms for just a moment--only to see Vauruk diving with a downward kick. Kaldov tried to backstep … but his foot hit the wall. Impulsively he raised his guard--! **CRACK!** His eyes clamped shut and he grunted as his left arm dripped with blood: blood to match the faint trickles on his face, his chin, his stomach. Kaldov forced himself forward, not wanting to be boxed in. He saw Vauruk swerving, watching him out of the corner of his eye-- --but he didn’t expect that sudden pivot in midair. His leaden arms, burning up with agony, resisted his demands to protect himself. Then that dreaded shadow came upon him. And an eruption of pain kneed its way into his skull. “Golalud’s falling, folks! Is this it--is this the end?!” the announcer declared, watching the bronze dragonborn hit the sand … and the warrior bat head after him soon after. ----- **Author's Note**: This is a page from a comic that [Vauruk](https://inkblot.art/profile/Vauruk) and I did for ArtFight 2023. It stars our boys, Kaldov Golalud (by me) and Vauruk the Formidable (by [Vauruk](https://inkblot.art/profile/Vauruk)). We intend to upload the pages of this series cooperatively, alongside the accompanying writing, over the next few days. The content will include violence and mild gore, and pages containing the latter will be tagged as such when warranted. Thanks for following along, and I hope you enjoy this! [|< First](https://inkblotapp.page.link/L5N6TCGxgqLkePyM6) | [<< Prev](https://inkblotapp.page.link/aJHcPLCCMoTXFCYi7) | Page 07 | [>> Next](https://inkblotapp.page.link/zEsfV7gvH9D7tRmv7)

part bunny part gator he can only grunt i love him dearly lol

[**Long description:** Some koathi, which are cheetah- or puma-like big cats endemic to Asthaom. These drawings show their range of coloration, which varies from tans and browns (as in a coyote or puma) to striking blacks and greys (as in a wolf.) Melanism and albinism are also shown, and some other, weirder color morphs that resemble a piebald cross fox. Notes in the margins read “Lotta variation. I ref wolf, coyote, puma color morphs” “Brindling, agouti common.” “Spots + stripes not typical, limited coverage.” “Sometimes you get real weirdos.” “IDK if poorly-defined pupils are stylistic or a real trait. go wild.”] ◆◆◆ Coyotes used to live in the high Asthaom desert, but mysteriously disappeared during the thousand-year drought… And wherever they went, koathi stepped in to fill their absence. Koathi are gregarious scavengers. They’ve long been considered humankind’s friend, because a wild koath has never attacked or preyed on a human unprovoked. They’re very tolerant of people, sometimes even friendly, but this is in the same way that wild orcas don’t really bother humans because they aren’t taught to consider them food, and puffins have no fear of humans because they haven’t been exposed to predators. Koathi do prey on other denizens of the desert (and they even use persistence hunting strategies the same way that humans do.) Sometimes your relationship with an animal is built on nothing but dumb luck, but I don’t think that makes it any less significant. Like cheetahs, they are not true big cats, so they don’t roar (but they do [meow, and purr, and grunt, and chirp, and make all kinds of other weird noises.](https://youtu.be/3kFl_TY3iUg)) The god Koda fashions herself after them. She just thinks they’re neat and so do I. Thank-you to [vlpn](https://www.deviantart.com/vlpn) for motivating me to draw [these bruisers](https://m0r1bund.com/works/moribund/koathi/#old-koathi) again! 

I decided to look back into my roots of celshade techniques and I finally chose to keep the style I used to create my older drawings along with some additional techniques. So here you go, I used Zaach to test out my celshading technique. He is a Locust from the fanfic series, The Soul Killers, named Zaach who is a regular Grunt who happens to be found by the elite Soul Killers group. I've always wanted to draw this guy in a unique way to stand out from the Locust race while also keeping the intimidation of them. I think it came out nicely, so I hope you guys like it too. Gears Of War © The Coalition -- The Soul Killers & Zaach © Soundwave04 -- Art & Zaach Design © MyFantasiMind 2016

Gisha squinted as she stepped into the larger, darker chamber. A score of figures stood silhouetted before an entoptic Pholin disc. The woman’s gaze scanned up a thin figure looming over all the others. The figure turned, a silver rapier balancing lackadaisically in one hand. A glimmer of backlight shone amidst two black pools framing a shrouded face. Gisha surged with realization. Her heart skipped and her chest burst with fluttering palpitations as she recognized the Legatus. The Telahus Maris was nearly unmasked, her forbidden facade almost exposed to the world. She glimpsed the flawless brow, beautiful strands of charcoal locks, the corners of bright facial patterns, not unlike the Quos that surrounded her. And then the face was gone, censored through her implants in the very moment that a pin struck the back of Gisha’s eye sockets. She grunted and heaved backwards, catching herself on the fall of her boot. The implants in her head throbbed with pain. A heat built in her skull. The Quos were staring at her with an unusual ferocity, their artificial eyes aglow with interrogative protocols. The first line of defense. The Legatus, even here in her home, was surrounded by exaFLOPS of processing power that her Quodilus acolytes could access at the blink of an eye. “Good turn to you, Captain” Whispered a soothing, synthetic voice in Gisha’s augments. The Pholin disc rippled as the words flowed like the most exquisite silk through Gisha’s head. “Neptune’s grace upon thee. I’m afraid you’ve caught me in the midst of my sermon. We would gladly entertain you in a few minutes.” The Quos relaxed a fraction of an inch, much to Gisha’s relief. The pressure on her eyes eased slightly, though the sense of bitter scrutiny remained. _Gats_, she thought. If this was how Celio’s sisters behaved in front of their Legatus, it was no wonder she was so rigid. Gisha’s focus returned to the now pixilated face of Albina. “Of course, Legatus. I will… wait in the corridor.”