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Nice argument, unfortunately I have drawn you as a drunkard bear and my dog peeing on your argument.

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Hey gang!! This is another Simpsons OC of mine!! He's called The Bruiser, and he's part of Fat Tony's mafia. Not much is known about him since he speaks in short, brief sentences, but it is known he has a short, fiery temper. He does a lot of the grunt and intimidation work, and always loves to brawl or give someone a good beating (he honestly gets off a little from it, he's a freak like that). In a way, he's also like Tony's bloodhound, always ready to track and hunt someone or something. He's always more than happy to teach a mole a lesson they won't soon forget and takes pleasure in watching them squirm like a worm on a hook. Also, he wanted to join the army as a young man, but got denied for reasons he won't reveal to anyone. He claims they were too scared to have a loose cannon like himself on the team. The Bruiser is always recovering from some fight or another, but he wears his scars, bumps, and bruises like a badge of honor. (also, random fun fact: he's transmasc and 5'2! :3)

#simpsons fanart #the simpsons #simpsons oc #The Bruiser #springfield mafia #scary dog privilege #he's lowkey fucking crazy and will bite #cant wait to put his ass in a cute little maid outfit one day :)#sorry for the wall of text #my art <3 #my ocs <3

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Here's a drawing I made of The Bruiser! He's one of the OC's of the amazing @mo-kiwi!

Like I mentioned in a commentary! I imagine him and Hot Shot being fierce rivals! They don't like each other that much and always fight in bloody fights!

By the way! I finally get to introduce Hot Shot's knuckledusters! They're his trademark weapon, since he doesn't fight like his friends, you know, using guns, because "they're for sissies", he would rather fight with his own hands. His weapon of choice, of course are knuckledusters!

Your OC is amazing! He's very fun to draw!

And congratulations to you and The Bruise for being the first OC who interacts with Hot Shot! By this point Joel, Lucky and Hot Shot are the only members of the Capital City Mafia who have interacted with other OC's!

Have a good day or night! Depending when you read this!

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From the Hound of The Jellicles

Bustopher always feared this would happen. It was the day he’d have to fight against the six protectors of his tribe Munkustrap, Demeter Run Tum Tugger, Bombalurina, Alonzo, and Cassandra. As The Bruiser.

He had told them to leave him alone in his gruff sinister voice. He told them he didn’t want any trouble, that he had business in the yard that didn’t involve them. He even had permission from Old Deuteronomy himself to be there, telling them something of his had wound up in the in junkyard and he wanted it back. Old Deuteronomy had even given him his signet to show to any cat who question him being there, but Munkustrap and the others didn’t believe him, claiming he must have stolen it from their leader.

Mistoffelees was carefully hidden watching the unhappy scene unfold. ‘Oh Uncle,’ He thought miserably. ‘What are you going to do?’ ‘I’ve got to take them out quick and try not to hurt them or at least try not to hurt them too badly. Quaxo will never forgive me if I hurt Rum Tum Tugger and rest of them and I shall never forgive myself.’

Munkustrap was the first to charge at him. The Bruiser caught him and lifted him up in the air. Munkustrap was stunned, never did he expect that, then The Bruiser then threw back at the others. Mistoffelees winced as he saw Munkustrap’s fount claws collided with Tugger’s face as he flailed trying to get his balance. There were groans as Munkustrap body knocked them down. “He can’t try that with the both of us!” Alonzo said before and Tugger rushed him.

The Bruiser stood his ground and Alonzo and Tugger run directly into and bounced off him! The shocked look on their faces was almost comical as they realized they were in trouble. The Bruiser grabbed each of them by their scruffs of their necks and banged their heads together knocking them out. ‘Oh my poor Tugger!’ Mistoffelees thought in sympathy. ‘And poor Alonzo too!’ ‘Two down four more to go,’ Bustopher thought as Demeter jumped on his back.

The Bruiser fell, whatever sense of triumph she felt at taking him down quickly to turned to horror when she realized that he was falling backwards on her. Mistoffelees grimaced at the thought of having a twenty-five plus pound cat fall on you. He hoped Demeter would be okay.

The Bruiser rolled off her, leaving Demeter stunned having the air knocked out of her. The Bruiser turned his back to the rest of the cats, seemly doing something too Demeter. “Demi!” Bomba yelled and she Cassandra charged at The Bruiser. Whatever they had planned they didn’t have chance to do as The Bruiser stood up and whirled around holding a small tier from a child’s toy riding car and slammed it down over the two queens trapping them! He rammed his shoulder into them knocking them down, then he kicked the tire sending rolling into Munkustrap. Cassandra and Bomba screamed in part indignation and fear.

The Bruiser turned back to Demeter who was still stunned and quickly bound her wrist and ankles together with her own tail. “Why you dirty….! Demeter yelled at him as Munk tried to charge at him again. This time The Bruiser grabbed him by the forearm and began to spin. “Just what are you trying to do?” Munkustrap asked through gritted teeth. “This!” The Bruiser hissed at him, before throwing him inside an old three legged cabinet, quickly shutting the doors turning it over so the doors faced the ground trapping Munkustrap inside. After that was done The Bruiser went to over to Tugger and Alonzo lay still unconscious and bound their writs and ankles with their tails also.

Mistofflees didn’t know whether to be impressed and distressed about the whole thing or should he meet up with his uncle or check on his mate and friends. ‘I must go to them first and then Uncle later, he’ll want to know if he’s hurt them.’

Suddenly from somewhere in the distance the hound that had stalking the Jellicles howled, a horrid sound, it made Mistoffelees fur stand on end and his paw pad brake out in sweat he curled into himself trying to make himself as small as possible.

“Well, well,” The Bruiser said standing over Demeter. “You Jellicles are in for a lot of trouble. Someone’s ether put a cruse on your tribe or one of you lot cross paths with the wrong dog, because that howl belongs to no mortal dog of this earth.” “What are you talking about? Just who are you?” Demeter demand trying to break free. “They call me The Bruiser,” And with that he left.