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💀🕸️ Just a bunch of skeletons casually waiting for Halloween like…
Comfort Colors + vintage graphic = spooky perfection 🍂 This oversized Halloween tee is soft, weird, and cozy – just like October should be 🎃👕 ✨ Tap to grab yours on Etsy – before we all turn into skeletons 🦴
At this point my death care wishes are to dress me in armor and find a cave that needs a thematic warning skeleton.
⚔️ Knightly Thought of the Day
Sometimes I forget what I was doing, so I just dramatically stand on a hilltop until I remember. Very heroic. Very mysterious. No one needs to know I was looking for my belt.
- Bones 🦴
I Have Been Witnessed
Well then.
Over a hundred of you have liked, reblogged, or otherwise acknowledged my bony existence.
That’s more validation than I received during my entire living tenure as a knight, tax accountant, and amateur lute player. (Long story. Don’t ask about the lute.)
To all the brave souls who read, reposted, or simply stared and whispered “what the hell is this,” I say: thank you. You have given purpose to this old skeleton’s clicking fingers and caffeine-free mornings.
New scrolls drop weekly. Rants. Ramblings. Candlelit nonsense. Follow if you dare. Or if you’re just here for the aesthetic.
🕯️ Yours in dust and drama, Bones
I Was Told There Would Be Skeleton Appreciation Here
Greetings, Tumblr.
I am Sir Reginald Bonesworth the Third. Skeleton. Knight. Candle shop proprietor. Victim of tutorial screens and cruel stat balancing.
I was told this was a place for weird frogs, cursed fonts, and niche gothic yearning. So I have arrived.
I bring with me:
Scrolls
Complaints
Bone fragments (literary, not medical, unless you’re a necromancer)
I also hear there are frogs. I like frogs.
If you like undead nonsense, indie game ramblings, or very dramatic candle-related metaphors, follow me. Or don’t. I’ll still be here. Typing softly. Rattling loudly.
Skeletons Deserve Better: A Rant From the Crypt
"One minute you're rising from a crypt with noble purpose, the next, you're exploded by a level-one peasant named Greg who hasn’t unlocked shoes yet."
I have a grievance. Several, in fact. A scroll on the mistreatment of skeletons in video games, full of rattling complaints and noble (if slightly flammable) proposals.
🪦 Read it here: https://bonestheskeletonknight.substack.com/p/skeletons-deserve-better-a-rant-from
✍️ From the candlelit desk of Bones, Undead Knight, amateur game critic, and reluctant poet.
Now: