Jul 18, 2022
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2ème semaine caniculaire ça à du bon quand même
@salami-dono Happy Birthday, Clausy!!! (♡´❍`♡)*✧ ✰ ｡*
A little portrait of your OCs the wonderful Skulltula family!
I loved drawing all of them, and also had fun scouring your blog for references and bits of info on their character (♡´౪`♡)
It gets a little soppy under the cut:
I wrote this story with Salami and Cervelas on July 15, 2018. I haven’t looked over it since I wrote it. But now I’m gonna share the part I like.
Cervelas steps out of the house behind Salami. The sunlight is not kind to his eyes. It only takes a second for the pain to shoot through his skull like lightning. When was the last time he came outside?
Salami notices his poor brother wincing and offers him his favorite hat. Zer accepts it and places the hat on his head. The brim of the hat casts a relieving shadow over his eyes. It’s good enough protection. He thanks Salami for his kindness.
“You’re welcome!” He beams with pride.
Mutton may deny it, but he’s done a fine job raising this one, Cervelas thinks.
“Did you bring me out here just to get some fresh air? I appreciate it, but—what are you doing?”
Salami is looking around as if he’s searching for something. Then he checks around the corner of the house.
“Oh, there you are!” Salami laughs.
“What’s going on here, Salami?”
His brother points at the wall. He follows him and he can’t believe what he sees. It’s a giant rodent with short brown fur and giant, bulging yellow eyes. He’s never seen anything like this monster. Whatever it is, it defies gravity the way it rests against the wall. The disturbing grin on its face doesn’t make Zer feel any safer. And on the end of its tail is… a ball?
“What IS that thing?” Zer finally manages to say.
“It’s a Bombchu! A real one!”
“What do you mean ‘a real Bombchu’?”
Salami recounts the fantastical story of the Bombchu that put the entire castle town on lockdown, and how he was able to whisk it away like it was a cute puppy and not a terrifying monster. Then, Zer realizes something. A Bombchu is a mouse-shaped, self-propelled bomb. If this is a “real Bombchu” as Salami claims then does this rodent also… explode?
“Uh oh! It’s doing it again!”
The Bombchu strikes its tail against the wall and the ball at the end of it sparks. The ball is a bomb! Who let this devil child take this, this... a-BOMB-ination home?!
It screeches and hops off the wall. Cervelas grabs Salami and runs off with him. Salami’s favorite hat is lost in the scramble. He leaps off the edge with his brother and braces for the explosion.
But nothing happens.
They open their eyes and peer over the stone wall. The Bombchu is running in circles chasing its own tail. Its fuse has gone out.
“It’s a dud,” murmurs Cervelas.
The bomb failed to go off this time but it’s still dangerous. It could go off at any moment, especially with the rodent carelessly swinging its tail around.
“It’s broken,” Salami muses.
“Did it do that before?” Zer asks, keeping an eye on the Bombchu.
“Yup! I wasn’t scared.”
Salami does not know fear apparently.
Zer wonders how it’s possible for a living bomb to exist. Perhaps real Bombchus create their own cocktail of gunpowder and store it in their tails. Maybe this one doesn’t have it. Therefore, it cannot explode.
No, this creature can’t be natural. This thing must’ve been created through some kind of magic. He despises magic.
Cervelas climbs up the ledge and his younger brother follows from the steps. He calls for the rodent. The Bombchu hops and scampers over to the little boy. He catches the rodent in his arms and embraces it. Zer can’t tell if it’s okay with this or not. The grin on its face is unwavering. He inspects the end of its tail while Salami is holding it. It’s shaped eerily like a man-made bomb. Everything about this creature is unnerving to him.
“Are you gonna keep it?” Salami asks, catching Zer off guard.
The pair look at him expectantly. He stands his ground against the ugly and the cuteness.
“And let it eat my gunpowder and blow up our house? No, I don’t think so.”
“But you have to! It needs you.” The Bombchu yaps as if it agrees with him.
Cervelas pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. Why is this happening? His eyes hurt again. Without the hat, the pain from the sunlight is excruciating and impossible to ignore. He retreats back into their house. Salami comes trotting after him with the Bombchu in tow.
“I’ll go get your blue medicine!”
Cervelas could destroy the entrance to the Shadow Temple. He has a lot of bombs... Only dummies light all the torches!
....Unless it’s a magical slab of stone that is impervious to exploding Bombchus. hmph
1 pâte à pizza 1 cervelas découper la pâte env 1cm et le cervelas en deux les rouler
Cuire au four 15min 180°
Déguster
April 27 2022
OC in 5 GIFs
tagged by @eshidu
(part 2)
Pinkel
Venison
Skulltula Fam
there was also a pink-haired Mutton
Skulltula Triplets in Miitopia :^)c
Cervelas is a Stubborn Scientist. Venison is a Laid-Back Pop Star. And, Pinkel is an Air-Headed Cat.