Belour (left) and Tethys (right), our Aarakocra necromancer’s Shadar Kai wights. Super fun deaders to draw. They haven’t been in many game sessions yet, but we know Belour inexplicably likes to stare at the sun (not great for someone from the Shadowfell) and both of them are horrible shots with a longbow (really, really bad rolls, but fun character development).
Did both a clothed and unclothed version because I hate designing armor and like naked deaders.
If you need me, I’ll be in the trashcan.
A new creature in an eldritchy-sciency setting. He is not happy because he is not sure what to do with all those eggs… When a suitable…receptacle can’t be found, he will pretty much stick those things anywhere that is warm, tight, and dark…
Illustration for this fic by FalseProphet. I tried to do the first porn…but Kokoko-sir beat me to it! The more porn the merrier I say!
Trying to allow myself some sketchier things so i can put them up faster.
Ft. chairporn.
Here, have some trash with Hand man (minus hands) and Stitches.
Based on this fic Pinned written by someone who obviously wants to kill me… I love them.
Some traditional media marker stuff, because energy to color = 0.
Anyway, Gangrel my mimic again in various forms. A nice blep in his normal form and some actual heads. You see, he can form a humanoid head with a great amount of effort/concentration but he can never quite get the face right. And by ‘not right’ I mean a swirling vortex of void-terror. In order to enter a town, he either has to be luggage and suck in those limbs, or put a fucking mask on lest he horrify the villagers.
figured this only had some minor nudity so it can go on my regular art blog too.
Third in a series of illustrations done for He’s My (Gay) Thing (chapter three)
It is a short study of Dean throughout his life explaining realistically his influences and why he might be resistant, but in the end accepting of a relationship with Castiel.
It involves interactions with his father and other influential people over the course of Dean’s life.
In this image, Dean has an experience in a hotel room with a date he will not soon forget.
(The fic is eventually Destiel, though this image is just chapter three)
Lowkey Liminal 