#toon!bonely

[pawnshopsouls]

The tiny tot gently butts his horns against the skeleton's legs, whining and seeming to have trouble seeing properly as it stretched out it's paws into his pant leg, whining louder and shaking from the cold. ( Baby!Ram ; gigitumblahrp )

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Bonely looked down at the youngster at his leg and gave the area a quick scan. Had someone lost their kid? Sure looked like it, but who?

“Hey there, little fella,” he greeted, picking the little tyke up in his arms. “Whatcha doin’ out here?”

The kid was cold and shivering, which prompted the toonish skeleton to reach into his jacket pocket and pull out a fluffy purple scarf. Gently, he draped the fleece scarf over the little tyke, bundling him up against the chill in the night air. The tot looked like a little devil or at least a baby imp, which probably meant he came from the Casino. But who’d be careless enough to bring their kid to work and then let them wander off like this?

“Let’s go see where yer folks are, huh?” he said with a grin and tromped his way toward the Devil’s Casino.

[intrepids-stuff]

Okay so this was me playing around with the Cam Scanner app on my phone (which is legit the most wonderful thing I could have, lemme tell ya), and fleshing out different ideas about Bendy and the Ink machine via my delightful skel, Bonely~.

The first the idea is that the Ink Machine’s Ink is able to bring toons to life once a drawing of them was introduced to it, thanks to the ceremony that brought Boris to life. (still thinking on the “doubles” issue and whether or not one can summon multiples of one character. I’m thinking not and that doing so actually corrupts the latter summons resulting in a goopy Bendy/Sammy issue.) I was also thinking on what toons might look like when they’re first summoned and tbh, after drawing this, the whole thing honestly looks like the process of making a character. I mean, start out with an idea and then you pile on more ideas until the characters start to solidify, after which all the excess is chucked away to be used for another character or story arc.

I’m also thinking on what else would’ve led to the goop corruption we see with Bendy, Sammy, and the goops/Searchers, but that’ll probably come with later drawings. In the meantime, have some toon!Bonely to brighten up your dash! 

[pawnshopsouls]

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Two guys probably sharing some small talk at the bar - possibly about a mutual friend of theirs~

[pawnshopsouls]

craig: ive neva head a that word in ma intire life-a. but i hate it-a itsa bad and im tryinta wina game a cardsssa!!!

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[pawnshopsouls]

“Land Ho!!”

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After days of being tossed at sea in their little boat, Bonely was busy sulking below deck, wondering if it was possible for a skeleton to get queasy. His brother Salem had taken to sailing like a fish to water—not really surprising considering how easy it was for Sal to adapt to new places. Bonely, on the other hand, wanted nothing more to do with the ocean. He missed the land and was sure his bones would be permanently tinted grin with how seasick he’d been. 

What was he thinking wanting an adventure like this? Sure, sailing suited Salem, but this was awful! However his unhappy thoughts were interrupted by a joyous cry from on deck. Curious and kind of irritated at being interrupted in his brooding, Bonely grabbed his hat and made his way up on deck.

“What’s goin’ on Sal?” the skeleton asked, squinting up at the helm where his brother stood. 

“Look!” Salem shouted, pointing ahead of the boat excitedly. “Land ho, Bonely! Land ho!” 

Gasping excitedly, the skeleton scampered to the bow, shading his eyes with his hand. There it was, the first island of Inkwell Isle and he could even see people there on the shore. “Yer right Sal! Land! An’ there’s people there too!” The two brothers whooped and cheered as they waved at the island denizens, pausing only to let Bonely get his gloves and scarf on so as not to scare anyone when they arrived.

[pawnshopsouls]

Swing you sinners!

Starter for @volantesxfemina​

Bonely couldn’t believe his luck when he’d found the Devil’s Casino. All the ones he used to hang out in back in Limbo Town had been closed thanks to their ties with the Red Ticket scam and he’d been dying for someone to play cards or dice against. He’d try to teach his brother but being the practical saint he was, Sal had no interest in anything related to gambling. Talk about a real wet blanket.

However, when they got to the Inkwell Isles, things had turned up! If only slightly. There were plenty of things to do in one’s free time, at least if you were living. But for a skeleton like him, nighttime was play time and the only joint open he could find was a haunted train. That was until some of his fellow ghoulies recognized a fellow gambler and pointed him the right direction. Now there he was, eyesockets dazzled by all the slots, poker tables and roulettes his non-existent heart desired. 

“Well, if this ain’t the classiest casino I ever saw,” Bonely breathed, his grin widening as he looked around. He’d only gotten halfway through browsing the casino when he heard someone by the name of Jazz-a-Belle was going to be performing soon.  “Hmmm, Jazz-a-belle,” he murmured stroking the bottom of his jaw. “Classy name fer a classy joint. Wonder when the show’ll start?” 

[intrepids-stuff]

Some toon!bonely head/ face practice~ I like how it's turning out but I still can't get his eyes right. He looks off model without his perpetual squint, but having the vertical oval eyes does look good on him and actually makes him look younger (oddly enough). Note to self tho: don't make his jaw too square. His jaw has curves for a reason! XP

[pawnshopsouls]

"Bonely! Bonely I have some great news! Well, that and somethin' to show ya-"

Bonely looked up from a crate he was digging through and grinned at the sight of the projectionist. “Heya Norman!” he greeted cheerfully, delighted to see his buddy in such a good mood. His smile widened at the mention of good news and whatever surprise Norman had in store for him. “Good news and a surprise? Boy, you’d think it was someone’s birthday!“Leaning off the crate, the toony skeleton ambled toward his inky friend. “So what’s goin’ on, pal? What’s the news?”