Majoring in Villainy.

... The name's Alto. Alto Wily. What? My father? No, of course he's not that Wily. [AU METAL MAN RP.]

[lovinonotatomatovargas-deactiva]

I am not a child now

               I can {take care} of myself

I must not let           them down now

I must      not {let}

them see me cry

I’m fine

[darkpalaceofwaterfalls]

shut up jazz

[darkpalaceofwaterfalls]

actual canon tenor and alto

[darkpalaceofwaterfalls]

i’m fairly certain posting dumb videos is all this blog is going to get used for anymore bye

[bladesofmetal]

outofarmor;;

staccato you're like 15 please go home

guess who's learning mikumikudance just to do this stuff

[coralus-deactivated20150409]

My set of animations that I’ve finished-! (The Snakeman & Quickman’s animation part has already done since before) 

Flashman’s grinning animation took an hour to finished it while Crashman’s wild landing took a whole day to finished it completely (;´-｀) I think my Crashman’s animation was a kind of that I should be proud of that I’ve done it in a complete moving animation for the first time; It was really hard to make his part, especially the cracking floor when he landed and the flying debris. (sweats)

Bonus scene: 

I have no idea what I’m doing with Crash’s sexy smirk in my animation;;;

-drawn & animated by me.

[deepseasinger]

(this is the worst one so far even just for how bad tenor glitches but i sTILL LOVE IT)

[bladesofmetal]

outofarmor;;

skedaddles off to work

[humanicprototype-blog]

He listened to what they had to say, and nodded once again in agreement.

"I will do everything I can to keep your word."

Except… that last bit caught him off guard. He couldn’t be serious…

"E…Excuse me? Don’t tell me… I…"

While he was sitting next to the sink, he grabbed a nearby clean fork, removing his shades, and shoving one side through his eye, having it gush blood down his face, spilling into his mouth in the process. He sighed shakily, showing no further sign of pain than shaking.

"Alright. …. we need a doctor."

[bladesofmetal]

{ ✰ } — ...And then his freshly cleaned kitchen was covered in blood. Lovely. Alto snatches the fork out of Nate's hands, tossing it back into the sink, and runs to grab a towel. He hands it over, looking like he's about to faint once again. 

"What the actual fuck was that?! Didn't you just say you were trying to stay incognito?! Why the hell would you do something like that? Get yourself cleaned up. Now I've gotta get you to a hospital and make up some kind of story to explain this shit."

As an afterthought, Alto throws the fork into the trash. No way is he going to eat anything knowing that the fork that had just drawn blood could be the one he was using...

[bladesofmetal]

[AS BASS] Hey, Alto, guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what

{ ✰ } — "What."

He’s really not in the mood for this…

[humanicantagonist-blog]

“I’m gonna rip out your stomach and force it into you if you won’t eat it.”

[bladesofmetal]

{ ✰ } — "Excuse me."

Alto glares, pulling out his phone. Here we go again...

"Wanna tell dad what you just told me, Bass? I'm sure he'll love to know just what you've been up to lately."

[humanicprototype-blog]

He merely nodded.

"I had a feeling he would want to know where you’d live. I understand, with your living standards."

Watching as the other prepped himself a glass of water, he sat himself on the counter. Might as well; his legs were already jello from the night before.

"If I stay in one spot, it’ll only be easier for him to track me down. I cannot keep a disguise for long before people start pointing out my sunglasses. They’ll grow suspicious, and that’ll only lead Wily to think that it’s me, when it is. When he does finally bring it up, tell him I’m dead. My brother and I already have big enough problems on our hands."

Speaking of his brother, Bronson was in deep shit with their dad… who knew where the guy was now; probably kicking some major ass.

"…. Each one of you is forgiven; you simply were not aware, and that’s exactly what your father intended. Although… I’ve had this skeptic feeling… that everything that has happened to me has happened for a reason. I cannot seem to figure out why or what meaning they hold for me, but we’ll have to wait and see."

[bladesofmetal]

{ ✰ } — "Hell, he helped me pick out the place and pays half the rent and car-- At least, 'till I'm done college, anyways. Whether it was a rare moment of him being a real dad or just looking for a way to hold something over my head, I dunno, but point still stands."

Alto sighs, nodding. That... Was manageable. Lying was the one thing he was good at, wasn't it? Surely he could spin a tale for his own father...

"...He may find out, otherwise, though." Alto bites his lip, frowning. "I may end up... Taking the fall for you, if it happens. And should it happen, just-- Keep an eye on my brothers for me, would you? Make sure they're safe."

Then, as an afterthought, he adds. "And if anyone ever happens to ask about me, my father's name is not Albert. It's Vincent, and he lives overseas with my stepmother working for a bank. That's the official story, anyways. The 'papers' are all there and everything as 'proof'. If I'm going to be trying to protect you, then I expect that my... Little secret be kept just that-- A secret. Especially from the Lights."

[bladesofmetal]

[AS BASS] Hey, Alto, guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what

{ ✰ } — "What."

He’s really not in the mood for this…

[humanicantagonist-blog]

"I made mac and cheeeeeeeeeeese~ Nate got some stuff from this weird place called Wall Mart. Want some? I’m feeling like Forte today; I’m in a Forte mood."

[bladesofmetal]

{ ✰ } — "No, thanks. I'm not hungry."

[humanicprototype-blog]

"If I was still able to manage to come inside, surely you had something open."

He nudged his head towards the air duct above the lamp in the kitchen. Perhaps… that’s how he got in? It didn’t look like he was going to elaborate any further.

"I hear word from both sources. Of course… you don’t have to help, you can opt out and defend me, but one like me works alone. I’ve been alone, in case you were not aware of me locked up in your headquarters by your father. If you want to consider yourself special, be my guest. There is not another soul I can trust… nor am I even sure I have a soul any more.”

Nate grew unusually quiet. He seemed uncomfortable talking about this, but hid it with his facade fairly well. As long as Alto didn’t question, Nate wouldn’t answer.

[bladesofmetal]

{ ✰ } — ...Ah. So that's how he'd managed. Alto's honestly surprised that the other'd managed to even fit in the air duct in the first place, but okay then.

"I can't harbor you here." Might as well get that out of the way. "I honestly can't. It's not safe for you, if what you're saying is true. He has easy access-- He knows where I live. He can drop by or contact me at any time. I have a minor here with me. It's just... Too dangerous for everyone involved."

Alto pinches the bridge of his nose, heading over to the fridge and pouring himself a glass of ice water. He turns back to Nate, murmuring a "If you want something, help yourself." before taking a sip as he considers his next words. 

"However, I could do what I can to arrange a safe place for you to hide out in, unless you'd rather keep moving. I imagine I am going to be briefed on this plot at some point or another, so when he finally does bring it up I can try and talk him out of it. He... Usually listens to me."

And the times he didn't resulted in arguments... Sometimes worse. Rarely, but sometimes.

"And for the record, I wasn't aware of what happened to you. You've likely gathered that I try to stay as little involved in my father's plans as possible by now. I do apologize, though, for your treatment."

[bladesofmetal]

[AS BASS] Hey, Alto, guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what guess what

{ ✰ } — "What."

He's really not in the mood for this...

[humanicprototype-blog]

"I saw it all."

His voice was nonchalant, as were his usual polishing of his shades with his scarf; no fear, he never removed them for something a simpleton would have to perform.

"I never broke in, I’m not stupid, Alto. If you were to call the cops, I would deal with them myself, but unfortunately, I have no time for fun and games. This is a completely different matter at hand.”

Nate didn’t care if the older was working over time or getting promoted or anything ridiculous like that. To say the least, he was afraid… Of Wily.

"Your father is after me; as in, after my blood. He does not want me here. As long as I am incognito, I am safe. As long as you don’t call authorities, this secret will be kept. I’m afraid Doctor Wily is planning a bombardment on this entire city in search of me. I will not let him find me, whatever methods he may attempt. I cannot tell Rock, I cannot tell anyone but his eldest son… you. I don’t count; I’m not either Light nor Wily. I refuse to believe it. Do not speak a word of what I have told you to any member of either family, or you all may be obliterated along with me.” 

[bladesofmetal]

{ ✰ } — "Nate, the door was locked. The windows were locked. That's breaking in no matter how you turn it. Look, I'm not asking for the world here. Just some fucking warning ahead of time."

That being said, he quiets to listen to what the other had to say. Wait, what?! Dad had never said anything about blowing up the entire city in order to find this guy... More importantly, how did he know exactly who Alto was?! Panic grips at the eldest son's heart, making his blood run cold and eyes widen as he mentally runs through everything he's said and done in the last who knows how long, checking for slip ups... Shit. That reaction in itself was a slip up. If Nate had been bluffing about knowing the truth before, he'd surely know now...

Christ... Bombing the city? This seems way out of character, even for Dad. Oh... But that meant... He was going to be expected to help with that, wasn't he? Staccato would likely be the one having to plant those bombs-- The redhead sways, gripping the counter to steady himself. It looks as though he's going to be sick.

"And how... Did you hear about this? Furthermore, why are you telling me? How am I special?" He takes a deep breath, fighting to keep his calm facade going. 

[coralus-deactivated20150409]

Planing to make some animation clip of Metalman & Flashman grinning evily. 

-drawn and animated by me.

[bladesofmetal]

Forgive me, father

outofarmor;;

the fact that in some of his acts as metal man he might have killed people by mistake is something that haunts alto endlessly. while he plans out tasks his father has given him and his brothers so that the least amount of people possible are hurt, he knows that something is bound to have gone wrong because of the light's interference and that something will have happened anyways

and that bothers him. so, so much.