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all crossposted from my art tumblr which i keep updated more because uhhh... uploading photos is easier there. maybe i could set up a feed to automatically post any images i put there over here...

Last time I did this was like last June, so it's been a few months. I don't feel like updating the old post any more.

This post last updated 9/22!


Rex is one of my dragon shapeshifter OCs from my "closerverse". He is about 6'4", has long wavy black hair, a goatee, and extremely visible cheekbones. Usually he's wearing a jacket or something, sometimes he has a scar over one eye. When he is being a dragon, he is a ten-foot, long and slender beast with mostly black scales, a reddish ticked chest, and broken red stripes along the length of himself; he also has a face inspired by gargoyle geckos with a very large pair of eyes, a permanent 'smile', and two wide fins at the back.

Rex can die, but he does not stay dead; he has two friends (Brin, short for Bringer of Sorrows, and Deva, short for Devastation of Worlds) who together have magic powers that work to find him and bring him back from the dead. They have to do this every time or they can't use their powers for anything else, which is very annoying for them. This has given Rex a fetish for getting killed and dying. He indulges it quite a lot more than Brin or Deva would really appreciate.

Rex is from Closerverse, a novel continuity I haven't actually written the book for yet but I'm planning on it I swear. He is not the main character. He is a minor antagonist that I decided had all of the interesting Tragic Backstory elements I was otherwise tempted to give to every character at random, because I have a very specific shared Tragic BackstoryTM I need to not undercut through most of the story and it won't work very well if I fuck that up, so I need to avoid distractions for the most part. Because so many of these were completely random, this meant that he ended up having, like, 80% more things per year of life than anyone else in the setting, so I've been cutting down on the quantity of random bullshit for a while but it is slow going because I'm attached to quite a lot of it, so he's just kind of around these days, doing nebulous weird shit.
If he's around "Shotgun" and "Felyx", he's anywhere between 16 and 22, if he's not he's closer to 27 or 28, in between I don't do much with him because there's no reason to focus on those years because they were mostly him very slowly putting himself back together after the events of his entire youth... which are currently nebulous as hell, because they need to be made less ridiculous. You understand. Reblog.

Rex has issues. A lot of issues. He's afraid of the dark, he's afraid of most people, he responds to feeling fear with outsized aggression, he's extremely secretive, he's generally of the impression that if he starts to ask for the things he wants he won't get them so instead he works his way around obliquely and takes a million years about it and is mean about it the entire time, he has whatever emotional problems come from being killed a hundred different ways more than the average person has ever experienced and several of those times against his will (which largely he translates to outsized aggression from him, because he responds to fear with aggression); during the years he's hanging around Felyx and Shotgun his social circle is full of people playing stupid mean mind games on one another as a matter of rote and he never quite unlearns the suspicion, he was well old enough to remember when about 80% of his family was killed so he's got issues from that too (and so do the rest of his siblings with the sole exception of Taz, who was not); there are others and I'm not remembering them. He has problems, is what I'm saying. He has a lot of emotional problems. Many of them are problems for everyone around him, too, not just himself, because he's mean as fuck. (I love this for him and I think he should be meaner.)

He is also, due to the aforementioned Not Killable situation, the Whole Dead Family situation, and some other political stuff I'm kind of revamping so I'm not sure about exactly at the moment, Interesting LorewiseTM on an in-universe level and several people have made his life a lot more difficult because they care about that sort of thing and they want him to do things he's not interested in, like "be in charge of anything at all" or "be a cool badass villain" and he's more interested in getting drunk in the woods and going to sleep at 4pm. He really does not like being told what to do. He also really does not like having to tell anyone else what to do. And he has firmly tapped out of trying to fix literally anything.


Rex generally interacts with other characters by being unpleasant and wanting them to leave him alone, but sometimes he is the guy who is there to tell them things like "don't stick your hand in a fire" and "its possible this is a bad idea since it seems like such a bad fucking idea"; most of what he's here for in this batch is the former and not the latter.

Haven is one of my dragon shapeshifter OCs. He's around seven feet tall, extremely built, has long red hair, most of the time I draw him half or more naked. He's got freckles and black scleras, I think he's the only one of my OCs with either. When he is being a dragon, he's around 300 feet long, with a sort of canine face and body, antlers, and a pattern inspired by koi fish on a sort of pinkish-orangey body with black stripes.

What even is Haven. Haven is the most unpleasant character I have ever invented and I love him for it because he is so sucks. He can live forever until he is killed, which so far hasn't happened. This is to the detriment of, very literally, every person who lives on the planet Earth. His job is to run what is essentially a version of the Illuminati, but instead of whatever people think the Illuminati is for he's doing this on behalf of an alien doing other politicking behind the scenes with interests in becoming a controlling part of some sort of, like, Star Wars style Galactic Senate and plans to use Earth as an entry state for coalition-power purposes when the time is right, which so far it has not been. Haven's job is basically to make sure that Earth doesn't enter whatever this governing body is too early and that he can pull the strings when it does. Mostly this consists of starting wars. Haven doesn't actually particularly want to be doing this job, but he's good at it and he does enjoy the mass murder aspects, he just doesn't like having a boss.

Unfortunately for Haven, and also everyone else, the biggest obstacle to Haven quitting his job (admittedly a deeply unpleasant workplace and probably the #1 source of misery and suffering in his otherwise-... well I can't really call it a charmed life, because of how much his life is his job and his job is his life, but certainly he doesn't really have other problems) is that he and his boss share a magic power that means that if they tell someone else to do something, they can put a like magic spell on them to force them to carry out the letter of that command. It's not foolproof and it can be thought around if you're willing to get clever with interpretations, which Haven is constantly doing to his boss and which everyone else is constantly doing to him because it fucking kind of sucks to be forced to do anything, but it's also ridiculously overpowered as long as you're able to speak first.

[points at Haven] Slow.

Among other things the kind of alien Haven is is meant to be hooked up to a very small hive-mind of around four to eight individuals, which he used to have, but rather unfortunately for everyone else that sort of situation makes it a lot easier to work around someone else's compulsion magic and, if one were to be cut off from a preexisting network, suddenly would make it substantially harder. No points for guessing this is the situation Haven is in; because Haven is in a critical position in the organization, was brought on to replace someone who had become too seditious, and is also like, openly seditious himself, just more impotent about it, he gets to have one nonwork social contact and his work contacts are rotated frequently so he's essentially got One friend. He would have none if complete social isolation would not send him uselessly off the deep end. He gets to pick someone out and keep them until they die, which is usually a long as hell time. They don't usually get a say in this and also Haven is a pretty big sadist and he takes the issues he has with his work out on everyone around him and he's got, like, assorted almost-random issues that come up repeatedly that whoever's job is to live in his house Will be forced to handle that half the time he himself can't even predict because a) he's not very emotionally intelligent, particularly about himself, and b) also sometimes he gets mind controlled into really strange issues that did not exist before. So this isn't really an ideal thing to be. At the moment Haven's One GuyTM is named Taran. Taran wants Haven to quit his job even more badly than Haven does and the two of them are actually going to get there, eventually.


Most of the time when I draw Haven he's either standing around looking intimidating or being made fun of. I'm aware that doesn't seem to gel with the fact that he can mind control people into shutting the fuck up. He likes when people say stupid shit to him because it gives him an excuse to beat the hell out of them :) he's so pleasant. and normal. Sometimes he's having alarming gory sex with people. Sometimes I've arranged him into a pinup. Most of the time he's alone, and I went and checked and I've only drawn him as a dragon like maybe eight times total.

Taran is Haven's longterm partner. (See above). He's a normal-height (5'10" or thereabouts?) normal-looking guy in his apparent mid-fifties. He is also another dragon shapeshifter, though I've never drawn him as a dragon; he turns into a black-and-white iridescent slender thing that looks like a white-lipped python with legs and wings.

He wasn't really interested in the idea of being Haven's new favorite guy / chew toy / sex toy / therapy dog at first and he and Haven didn't get along very well, but enough repeated applications of mind control over the next several decades effectively rewrote his personality into something that made this easier for both of them to live with :) Taran isn't, like, stupid, he's aware that that's what happened, but as far as he's concerned it's not like he's going anywhere anyway and it's easier to live like this if he likes his life and he likes Haven. And he likes Haven now, so he's working on the life part, and has mostly got it, even.

To literally anyone else this looks like Taran has the lowest goddamn standards on the fucking planet. This is true. He probably does. And he is perfectly fine with that, and is mostly concerned not with fixing the issues he's still able to have with Haven so much as talking Haven around to letting him have more fun and more free time than Haven does, which he has been ridiculously successful at thus far because as long as Haven isn't worried he's being, like, abandoned or neglected or whatever Taran can about ask for anything from him and be convinced he can get it at this point.

In practice this means that Taran spends a lot of time on hookup apps meeting strangers, having sex with them, and then leaving very quickly because Haven gets anxious and lonely if he hasn't spoken to anyone in like three hours, which isn't a lot of time for Taran to do anything and socialize and whatnot accounting for travel time, but it's hardly like he can bring anyone around the house so he makes the most of it. It also means he spends a lot of time weathering the "you could find LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE" talks from well-meaning sortakinda friends who Taran has not read in on the Situation beyond "no trust me lol you do not want to meet him and i dont want you to meet him either". A larger number of his sortakinda friends are convinced Taran is cheating and it's a big secret.

He also raises goats. His religious situation is particularly complicated and frankly really strange and I don't feel like elaborating, but a couple times a year he kills one of the goats for religious purposes and then he and Haven eat it. This is the result of long negotiation because Haven fucking hates most religion and particularly this one, but Taran is astoundingly good at talking Haven around to these things. This was one of the biggest sticking points in their entire relationship and one of the only ones that, ah, actually stuck. Haven will probably never stop being mad about it; he's considering it a permanent rivalry with Taran's god (admittedly; based on a contemporary of his) that he's personally lost at.


I don't draw Taran very often because he's meant to look like he is in his fifties. And I struggle badly with drawing people between the ages of 35 and 60-something. This drives me UP THE FUCKING WALL. At the moment I'm mostly drawing him in dragon form because first of all it's cool looking and second of all I struggle badly with his human face. I'm working hard on it though.

Full name Ta'jai Elarayn, or something like it; he's a space alien from alien space. He doesn't always look like a human; he's ripped himself down to very narrow strips and put himself back together from rectangles and triangles like a plushie in order to make sure that he passes for almost-human so he can walk through the world conveniently. His eyes have no pupils, his skin is gray, his blood is blue, and his teeth are translucent and very sharp. He's got horns because he thinks it's fun to have them. I keep drawing him looking disgruntled.

Jai's thing is that he cut a deal with a fucked-up space monster called the Watcher (alternately, the Centipede, if you're being a little mean), a walking apocalypse who likes to destroy planets. Unfortunately for Watcher, it's currently under a curse and it can only affect the world by doing things people have asked it to do, which naturally it doesn't like, so it does all sorts of weaselwords loophole-lawyer shit to get away with causing Problems. Jai is under the impression it grants wishes with a condition in exchange for favors (true) and makes a wish for like, charisma and to be attractive, and the Watcher hears him hedge and go "or something" over and over and is like okay let me just throw a million other random assorted things in there for my own amusement. Jai is bitter over it.

One of the biggest conditions that Jai didn't ask for is that he has to have a conversation with and get a secret from anything he wants to eat (encouragement to learn to be charismatic, allegedly). A slight mitigating factor is that he can also speak to fish. He prefers to eat people though. He's kind of a prick. This has shaped his life in large and significant ways.

At the moment I'm putting together a story of some sort with a completely different cast where I'm putting Jai into the antagonist cast (additional context here) and he's kind of a wagie who hates his job but he can't quite leave. He wants to spend his life fucking around doing fuckall and amusing himself during the times he doesn't have to spend charming the socks off of people and/or fish around him in order to eat, which naturally takes up a lot of his time and limits his options significantly. (At times I play around with him working as some sort of military doctor/surgeon type. He keeps nearly starving through med school, but he can't die, so it's fine, I guess?)

He's immortal but that doesn't often come up because he really hates getting killed. His flesh can be cut without pain and put back together because he's kind of constructed as a series of polyps, and each polyp can be reorganized as they feel like. He has a distributed hivemind across all of his polyps and can be in two or more places at once if he feels like, since they can locally control themselves while also connecting to the broader "overmind", but he tends to try to avoid thinking too much about the entirety of himself because a good chunk of him is floating in vaccuum and it's inconvenient to think about being simultaneously burnt, frozen, and starving without end basically-forever if he doesn't have to and some of him is fine, clearly, he's on-planet in other places.

I'm not sure all this is necessary.

Everyone else is kind of minor/will recur only a few times so they're not worth writing up in my opinion.


Kit leans over the viewer, one foot on a damaged brick wall. She's wearing combat boots with red mud on them, socks with bones on them, a pair of fishnet stockings slung over the socks, short denim shorts, a low-cut white top with a pair of white strings over her cleavage, a lacy bra, and a handful of sheaths for knives wrapped around various arms and legs. She is grinning sharply over green sunglasses and has a sword slung over her shoulders, and is covered in blood. In the background, Kat is standing around in a tactical vest, a strappy leg harness, and gray pants, and she's saying something in Kit's direction. There are also several buildings that reach up very high and look like clusters of buildings glued together. They vanish into the distance.


More information is under them in the low-effort category (first image there) - this is Kit and Kat from a story I'm kicking around.

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A long, narrow strip of horizontal paper with a watercolor painting on it. The painting is of a man named Haven, showing a strip of Haven's face around his eye. He has light skin with freckles, light orange hair, and heavily-lidded eyes with black scleras, gold irises and red slit pupils. He is looking a bit judgmentally at the viewer.  One eyebrow is raised. His eyes are painted over with glitter so they shine,and the rest of the image is matte. The face is cut off to the left in the center of the eye, and to the right there are about two inches of purple background - the same purple as the shadows on the face are painted in.

A long, narrow watercolor of a man named Rex, looking straight ahead at the viewer. He has tan skin, long black hair, and amber eyes with slit pupils. There is a scar running across the right side of his face and cuts through his right eye. His brows are slightly drawn together in a frown and he has one hand up, the pinky and ring finger and their respective long, sharp talons visible. Everything else is cut off by how narrow the paper is.
The same painting, but now being held up in front of a window so the light can shine through it. The eyes are made of yellow cellophane and the light streams through, like they're glowing brightly in the dark.

A watercolor of a blue-gray man named Jai, showing only his eyes. He has blue, overlapping veins in a semi-circle around his eyes, and his eyes themselves are deep, round and bright white against the blue-gray of his face. His nose also fades to a darker bluish color, and he has bluish tips to his ears. His hair is visible around the sides of his head and is dark brown, and around him is a reddish background. His irises have been cut out and replaced with yellow cellophane, but he is against a dark background so they look black and glassy.
The same painting, now held up in front of a window. The eyes glow a striking gold, with a slit pupil down the center.


I really like how this series of watercolors came out. From the top to the bottom - Haven, Rex, and Jai (Jai was painted on the back of Rex). Jai's eyes don't actually look like that - they're just a sclera and a solid blue pupil, without an iris but looking more like a pupil-less iris because they're brightly colored - but I wasn't going to fuck up the effect on Rex's side, because I was pasting it to my window to block the light from a floodlamp pointed directly at my bedroom window. (I put Jai on the other side specifically so that I didn't have to have the ugly outside of a box of chicken nuggets showing to the rest of the world lol.

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An entirely black and white line drawing with text overlaid. In the center of the image, Jai - a man wearing a loose, unbuttoned button-down and suit jacket - stands, looking neutrally to the right of the viewer; he has horns and rippling patterns in a half-circle around his eyes, as well as down the side of his neck. Directly behind him and dramatically dark and large are a close-up of his eyes, now intensely focused and angry. The rippling pattern is more clear and looks more like overlapping veins now. The eyes have no pupils, and his irises look like black glass marbles. At the top left corner are two cards laying face-up - an ace of spades and a jack of hearts, a winning blackjack hand. At the bottom left corner are two transparent dice, both rolled to be the number one - "snake eyes". At the right side, a dramatically-large hand is splayed over the entire side, and underneath it are a jumbled mess of credit cards. Weaving throughout all of these elements is a centipede that resembles the scolopendra genus, whose head is never visible but who has an unrealistically long body and sharp, curved legs. Overlaid over the top of the entire image are segments of text, alternating between large uppercase block text and a smaller lowercase font with a cursive slant to it. These are lyrics to the song "You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell, and read: "Arm yourself because no one else here will save you" over the hand at the top right; "The odds will betray you" over the cards, slightly lower and to the left; "and I will replace you," to the direct right of the large right eye; "You can't deny the prize ...it may never fulfill you..." directly over the central figure's shoulder; "It longs to kill you... are you willing to die?" at the bottom in a clear, bordered space around the central figure.
The same picture, now colored. It's primarily painted in shades of blue and gray. In the center of the image, Jai is colored in gray and gray-blue, and in a red silk button-down and cobalt blue suit jacket. Directly behind him and dramatically dark and large are a close-up of his eyes, now deeply blue. The rippling pattern is more clear and looks more like overlapping veins now, also visibly bluer than the rest of his skin. The eyes have no pupils, and his irises look like cobalt blue glass marbles. The snake-eyes dice at the bottom left are transparent blue plastic, a lighter color than the cobalt of Jai's eyes. At the right side, Jai's hand over the cards is gray and darkens toward the fingertips and features blue fingernails. Underneath his hand are a jumbled mess of credit cards in dull colors. Weaving throughout all of these elements is a blue and red centipede, with a navy blue body and sharp, curved legs tipped with red. The text is also in shades of blue, red and cream.


I had intended this to be a silly cooldown sketch but it clearly got out of hand - the line style is less "refined" than I usually aim for, but I think it works and it works well. I'm genuinely very proud of it, and I have a printout of it hanging up on my wall as we speak (but I'm hoping to trade it for a much nicer print when I finally get this set up on my artpal shop because I like their print quality way better than my college's regular printers).

The text comes from Chris Cornell's "You Know My Name", but I consider the Poets of the Fall version to be "my" one true version of the song, so you can listen to either if you want but know the lyrics should be in Marko Saaresto's voice for the full experience lol.

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A photo of a watercolor and ink painting on brown cardboard that looks more like a pastel drawing. A pale human man with red hair stands smirking in the center of the image. Very loosely coiled around him is a fucking huge blue-black snake. The man's name is Haven. Haven has long red hair that falls over his shoulders and is wearing a burgundy tailored coat open, a blue and black brocade vest, and a puffy white neckerchief. He has one arm raised to rest gently against the snake's head, and on that side the sleeve of his jacket and shirt underneath are rolled up so you can see he is also wearing a white linen shirt. He has a pair of red sunglasses on and behind them his eyes are strange - he has black scleras, warm irises in a sort of brownish color, and red pupils with vertical slits. The snake's name is Taran. He is black with a white underside. He has large scales across the top of his body, and his underside is much smoother and sleeker. His pattern is mostly cut off because his head is so big it's the only thing that fits in the image and we can't see his neck or the rest of his body, but he has light gray upper lip scales and white underside scales, with small black stripes between them. He also has a blue-white eye with a vertical black pupil. His scales are iridescent, and reflect pink, yellow, blue, and green where the light hits them. His head is about the size of Haven's upper body, and where his torso coils past Haven's chest, he comes up tothe middle of Haven's chest.


This is actually the first drawing I ever did of Taran's dragon form. It was also a nightmare to do. Believe it or not this is allegedly watercolors, albeit watercolors I got for about $5 at the local dollar Five Below, and normally I love them, but when I was working on the cardboard the paints went on dark and then dried to a much lighter final color, so it was a ridiculous trial trying to get the colors to look right. I ended up having to spray it over and over with a sealant (Mr. Super Clear) to be able to build the colors up, which was also necessary because before I started doing that it would keep picking up any color that was already down when I tried to paint over it (admittedly, this is normal for watercolor) and making it look abysmally streaky and generally bad.

That aside, I actually love how it came out, so no complaints, really. I might even do it again sometime if I'm feeling masochistic!

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Haven, a very large and very pale pale freckled man with a lot of red hair, lays across his partner Taran's pretty much entire body, with most of his torso resting on Taran's thighs or stomach. Haven is wearing some sort of teal and yellow silky transparent robe that doesn't really disguise much of his body, or the fact that he's naked underneath it, but the pattern hides any spots on his skin. Taran is significantly tanner, and he has graying hair and aged eyes, but most of his face is hidden. He is entirely naked, and has a few silvery scars and body hair visible. They're laying atop a bed of some sort with cream, red and teal-colored sheets. Haven's hair is badly knotted on one side, and Taran is working a comb through his hair; the other side of Haven's face is silky and smooth where it's been brushed properly. They both look kind of bored with this at this point, but it's not like it's going to get done if they stop.


My stupid asshole and his long-suffering boyfriend who has to brush his hair for him because Haven refuses to do it for himself. He is so deeply annoying.

Also for some reason when I put the robe on him (this is the literal reason he wears it so idk why I was surprised) it hid all the scars I put on his back, so I made a version without the robe too, and i've got that under the cut here...
The same picture, but now Haven is not wearing anything either. Across his back are a large number of scars in wide pink stripes, of various darkness and length and width. His freckles also go pretty much everywhere.


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Three characters stand in a sunlit field, in the center of a trampled mass of long grass. At the left, a reddish-orange deer stands over the twisted and bloodied figure of a dark brown deer. The darker deer has been shot twice with red-and-blue-fletched arrows, and a dark puddle of blood spills from under its body. Red flecks its shining silver antlers. The deer standing over it is also streaked with gore, shining wetly in the sunlight. To the right somewhat, in the center of the image, is a woman leaning on a spear that's been jammed into the ground. She's holding a bloodied knife in one hand and flicking a gold coin up and down with the other, turning to laugh at the reddish deer to her right. She is wearing a blue shirt, brown leather armor, orangey pants, and a blue and red cape, and her hair is braided roughly and tucked under a blue cap with white fur trim. She's also flecked with gore, and mud and blood mark her blue suede boots. To the far right is another deer - this one dark on top with a white underbelly. This deer is also streaked with gore, and around him dark splotches of blood mark out his footprints. He's standing above the prone form of a human man, stepping on the man's cape to stop him from going anywhere as the man visibly loses the last vestiges of his energy. There is a knife - a matched pair to the one the woman is holding - protruding from his back, and he has left a trail of blood on the grass behind him. In the background, crows and buzzards gather, sitting on trees and shrubs protruding from the long grass; and in the background, behind the sharp forms of a set of mountain ridges, are visible very dark clouds, contrasting with the bright sunlight in the foreground.


This is a really wide image that doesn't display nicely, so I cut it up into smaller parts, which you can see here...

A close-up of the red deer and the dead brown deer.
A close-up of the dying human man and the black and white deer.
A close-up of the woman and some of the turkey vultures.



These are some of my charcters from an art game I'm part of on DeviantArt: Brida, a poacher and general all-purpose brigand team-leader, and her two tame rukaan (fantasy deer you can ride like horses) Caern and Rautaluu, who both know what crime is and love doing it. I madde this because I was mad at the admins, the game bans gore but not blood, and I wanted to ruffle some feathers without breaking the rules entirely. I'm less mad at them now, which is nice.

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An acrylic painting of some sort of sea environment, with the very top of the canvas being above the water and the rest being below. At the surface of the water, a large sailboat with a red and white hull comes from the right of the picture and sails in; three people are visible hanging out on the deck outdoors. Two are drinking together, and one is laying toward the front of the boat, messing with a fishing rod. Beside them, the water is a little choppy but not super rough, and the skies are blue but dark clouds are visible on the horizon. Underwater, the sea floor deep below is covered with plant life, and the hull of a sunken wooden sailboat is visible, along with several rocks protruding upward almost to the surface of the water; all are encrusted with algae and seaweed. Fish school and swim through them, and a handful of sharks circle. But the centerpiece of the underwater tableau is a giant sea dragon and an enormous snake, both looking with great interest at the sailboat. The dragon is quadrupedal and is pinkish-yellow, with jagged black stripes along the top of his back and the front of his legs, and gills running down the sides of his long neck. he has antlers like a deer, and they are tipped in red. The snake is iridescent, with a black top part of the body, white underside, and a dotted pattern fading down from the dark top toward his light belly. Each one dwarfs the sailboat; together they're undoubtedly enough to destroy it with ease.


Haven and Taran join the orcas' war on boats on the side of the orcas, mostly for their own entertainment. Originally painted as a color test to make sure I could get the color green out of the acrylics I have, because I only have red, yellow, bright blue, purple, white, and black. After this I went out and bought myself a tube of ultramarine blue and I fucked it up because it was completely dry when I got it to my house (but felt perfectly fine from the outside, sigh) so I need to go back and exchange it but I've been busy and it's a long, long walk.

It looks a lot better in person, which is really saying something. I'm really proud of this one.

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Two original characters stand next to each other. The one on the left - Kat - is a large, muscular woman with gray skin marked in darker gray like tabby markings on a cat. She has a dour face on and is stiffly holding a bullet. She is wearing a black and white bicorne hat over a red bandana, a red-white-and-black flak jacket and climbing harness, gray pants, red and black kneepads, black boots, white and red arm guards, and black fingerless gloves. Over her shoulder is slung a rifle and behind her, floating, are several metal clips in the shape of detailing on her clothing that are holding more bullets. To the right, hanging off this first character, is a second, much smaller and more slender woman - Kit. She has normal-looking skin, though it gets dark at the arms and features a white patch on the chest between her breasts, and dark hair from which protrude two massive cat ears. Her eyes look catlike, and she is winking at the viewer. Her shirt has several cutouts in it, to reveal her cleavage and her shoulders, and she is wearing a bell at her neck as well. She also has on white pants, with a knife at the calf, blue arm warmers covering arm guards, and white fingerless gloves. Her fingers go from black to white like 'mittens' patterning on a regular cat.


Kit and Kat, two ocs from the same assorted antagonist cast as the story I'm casting Jai into. They're also OCs laying about that I threw into it. I like them a lot. They're really fun.
(Neither is the archetype they "look" like - Kat is tall and scary and stony because Kat is kind of shy and awkward and doesn't like making a fool of herself. Kit is a Femme FataleTM because she's actually a wired high-octane bloodknight battle freak who learned that if she puts her tits on display Space TSA stops looking as hard for where she keeps her knives and stops paying as much attention to her talon augments. I designed them like that when I was like 14 and then didn't do anything interesting with them but I'm doing something interesting now, I hope.

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Haven, an oc, sits on a counter eating a bowl of cereal. He is completely naked and has bloody scratches up his arms, clustered around his forearms and hands. The camera is just outside the kitchen through a big plate glass window, which has been punched through; several windowpanes are badly cracked. Behind Haven, the rest of the kitchen is in disarray. Cabinet doors are askew, and the shelves in one are broken from where things have been thrown about roughly; a potted plant in a cracked pot is laying on its side on a kitchen island; the stool that accompanies that island is apparently upside down, as all that can be seen are its legs. On the ceiling, some sort of sticky reddish liquid has been thrown against it and splattered all over the ceiling, where it is slowly dripping down. In the hall beyond, a door is visibly swinging off its hinges. Haven himself is turning toward the viewer, visibly angry. His dialogue is transcribed below.


Text: "Did I 'get it out of my system'? Why don't you come in here and find out?"

Haven being so sucks again. He's so unpleasant. He's trying to convince whoever he's speaking to to come into arms's range of their own volition so he doesn't have to apologize for throwing them across the room like they're another potted plant, which is obviously not happening because he's being too obvious about it.

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A nondescript man, Rex, who is wearing a gray shirt that says 'sorry i'm late, i didn't want to come' and darker gray pants, with a black ponytail and a subtle bracelet in the colors of the bisexual flag, stands next to a significantly taller gray humanoid robot character, Shotgun, with red lights instead of facial features. This robot character is wearing short green shorts and thigh-high shiny purple boots, as well as a full-length bisexual flag tied around her shoulders like a cape. Instead of a shirt she has two pasties over her breasts, both of which read 'tits!'. She also has a frankly unreasonable amount of rainbow necklaces and bracelets on both arms. They are having a conversation which is transcribed below.
Rex and Shotgun are now facing the other way and walking away. Shotgun is now down most of her bracelets but otherwise looks about the same. Rex now has a pink stripe in his hair, chalk dust all over his side in pink and yellow, and pride flag face paint and temporary tattoos all up and down his arms. There is a bi pride flag painted on his face. There are also blood splatters all over his pants and his arms. The majority of the picture is taken up by their speech bubbles, which are transcribed below.

"Dipshits go to Pride" - drawn around July when some of the city I go to college in does its local Pride celebrations. Rex doesn't really belong at parties you're not getting into fistfights in, and frankly, no one wants him at those either.

Text in the first:
Hudson Pride Party 1623
Rex: “You sure this is the right scene? Not convinced I belong here, I mean.”
Shotgun: “Yeah. Go find the booze truck and you’ll fit right in, loser.”


Dialogue in the second:
Shotgun: “Rex!”
Rex: “Hi Shotgu-”
Shotgun: “What is your problem!”
Rex: “In my defense I didn’t think the ‘no lacerations’ rule applied.”
Shotgun: “Wh - Rex, it always applies!”
Rex: “It was a homophobe!”
Shotgun: “You still got kicked out.”
Rex: “Eh. I was sick of it anyway.”


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Shotgun is a very tall robot with bright green hair, antennae at the side of her head, glowing red panels in place of a face, and bright green hair. She is standing with her back to the viewr to show off a jacket. Her hair is tucked over her shoulder so it doesn't obscure the back of her jacket. The jacket itself is a long jacket that comes down to just above her knees and features a big blue-green grid and a scan of a human skeletal system, which is ironic because she has no bones. There is shiny black trim at the wrists and collar. Underneath that, she has shiny neon green translucent PVC pants and red and black leather boots. The jacket itself is a photograph made available online by the Los Angeles County Museum of Art; the jacket has been outlined and the character has been drawn in on top of it.


I can't remember why I was on pinterest making outfit imageboards, but I was. I saw this picture of this jacket and thought it suited my horrible robot girl Shotgun soooooo well so I drew her over onto the top of it. Then I drew some other clothes into the picture because I thought she deserved it.

Jacket: Jean Paul Gaultier Man’s Lounging Suit (Jacket and Pants), Spring/Summer 1996. Currently in the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA) Pin-Up Boys collection & not on public display. The picture is from View 3.
Pants: green version of the transparent blue PVC pants from this One 2 One phone ad printed in Sleazenation in May 2000. I'm quite irked I can't find a better link than a Pinterest post, so if anyone has access to an archived version of May 00's Sleazenation issues please let me know. I tried to find some, but all I could find was (IIRC) 2001 issues.
Boots: Demonia SLACKER-156 Black Patent & UV Green Platforms, modified heavily & color-changed and also barely visible
The original pinterest board that caused this.

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Two ocs. One, Rex, is a skinny man with pale skin, whose arms are fed through some sort of narrow metal fence so he's gripping the fence with both hands. His back is arched intensely. He's got red marks all over his chest and torso and is blushing heavily. His dick is pressed against the top of the other's thigh, wrapped in long tentacles across the shaft. The other oc, Shotgun, is a gray and red cyborg, who has Rex's legs pinned to the ground beneath her own legs and is holding some sort of long electric prod against Rex's stomach. She's twisted so we can see both her ass and her tits. Instead of nipples, they are open mouths, teeth visible. The entire rest of the picture is pretty much just white paper.


This was originally a sketch for a commission that wasn't my OCs (i did the commission and posted it here, it's Doctor/survivor snuff art for Dead By Daylight) but I liked the pose a lot and I couldn't use it in its original form for the commission. I ended up sketching my OCs over it because I was like, bored or something.

Rex doesn't get to stay dead, so he and Shotgun have a tendency to completely bypass all semblance of "risk-aware" and just do wildly-dangerous kink. The DBD version is deliberate fatal electrocution, but this is probably accidental fatal electrocution. Rex loves convincing robots to electrocute the living shit out of him until he stops being alive. it's a fetish for him.

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A very dark basement, illuminated mostly with the beam of a bright white flashlight - pointed directly at a completely naked gray man laying on the floor. He's got one knee up, which has a tablet computer balanced against it, and the other leg laying flat in a puddle of dark brown water. He has his head propped up against one hand, and is squinting in annoyance at the flashlight's beam. His skin is gray, but in the insides of his arms and legs, underneath his pecs, around the sides of his face, and wrapping around out of sight toward his back are strips of overlapping bluish flesh with a sort of veiny texture. At the center of his legs, because he's not wearing any clothes, you can see there is a hole, out of which spill a handful of very blue tentacles. He also has dark gray horns at the top of his face. He looks irked as hell that you're pointing the flashlight at him. The room is a dark gray cinderblock construction with a cracked cement floor. It's damp, and water stains streak the walls; iron stains where water clearly was are visible on a few parts of the floor, and there is a big puddle across the right side of the picture, draining off into a part of the basement not visible.


I saw a photo of a dark basement (apparently sourced from a website about fixing leaks in basements?) and felt like drawing my freak over it. DK what he's up to but I was imagining this being the basement of some sort of like, Target or something and him being the cause of several weird lcoal legends about the building being haunted.

He's naked because I thought that was funnier.

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Three characters sit at a table, sketched in messy black and white. All three are visibly in their mid-twenties and have pointed ears. The first is labeled Velan, and is a young woman with short hair who is leaning her head on one hand. She is visibly very skinny, with sunken cheeks and eyebags, and at the time of this drawing is recovering from a long illness. She is holding a pencil and sitting in front of several papers, but not writing at the moment, instead looking toward the other characters. The second character is labeled Rocaim, and he is the oldest character at the table, in his late twenties. He has long fluffy hair, long sideburns, and a very short neat goatee; he also has very narrow sharp features, though they're softened by the kind of dopey little grin he's wearing as he looks toward the third character. He is holding a stack of papers in front of his chest. The third character is labeled Vokari, and le is a nonbinary person with a culturally-specific fantasy gender. Le has corkscrew curls pulled back into a bun, a bunch of bracelets, and a bare chest, and is leaning over the table to explain something to the other two. In front of ler seat is a map with several markers on it, but le is sliding a different paper over to show Velan and Rocaim, and this one is just text, but it has a marker from the map on it.

The same picture, but now colored. Velan is a dark-skinned woman with pale cream-colored hair and glowing red eyes. Rocaim has black hair, glowing yellow eyes, and tan skin, and is wearing a green shirt. Vakori is also tan, slightly darker than Rocaim, and has brown hair and orange eyes. Le is wearing green fabric, but lir bracelets are mostly purple, with some orange and yellow thrown in, and lir hair is tied back with an orange ribbon. The background is a sunset-colored gradient, and the table is purple; the markers on the map are colored but the map is entirely cream-colored, just like all the other papers.


Velan (left), Rocaim (middle) and Vakori (right), the generation before Rex's of the same family. Rocaim and Vakori both die in the course of some Politics Stuff and Velan ends up the one who lives, stuck raising Vakori and Rocaim's kids.

Vakori is a really complicated character and I based ler off of a number of people I know. Le's very pragmatic and very, very clear-sighted about things in a way that is almost pathological, but le has a good heart and cares about people, le is kind of just a crazy pragmatist who wants power for the sake of using it. Rocaim and Velan are both wildly in love with ler because le is just like. Le is a person yes but le is also like a straight line between two points, and good at it. Rocaim and Vakori end up getting married because it's more politically expedient for Vakori and helps ler get ler voice into the actual political leadership of ler time, which matters a lot for ler and if it didn't Velan and Rocaim wouldn't be in love with ler... but this means that Velan - already younger and kind of hopelessly in love with Rocaim for other, unrelated reasons - ends up awkwardly third wheeling for the two of them forever. Which is like torture forever but she's also much more pragmatic than most people so she kind of just forces herself to make it work.

The three of them end up being siginificant political figures of their time, Vakori and Rocaim making significant policy decisions and Velan (trained as an assassin and guerilla fighter and later as a battlefield tactician) as a military commander among a handful of others. Technically Velan and Vakori work in totally different fields, but Vakori has a big mind for strategy and Velan often refers to ler for difficult questions before she properly comes into her own.

Then, of course, the coalition they're working with gets properly kicked over in a crushing military defeat and everyone dies... sick and twisted. This sets the scene for the story I actually write.

This picture was meant to be the three of them talking together over stuff before they actually Attain Heights. I was putting together a timeline at some point. I need to get back to that but it got really time consuming and started really eating up my entire life so I had to stop and I haven't gotten back to it.

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Haven, a pale muscular man with freckles, poses with one arm raised behind his hand and the other on the junction between his hop and his upper thigh, over a leg which is raised like he's stepping on something. He is shirtless, but wearing dark red sunglasses and dark red PVC pants with a cutout at the hip that laces back together. He is also wearing black lace panties. He is smiling at the camera.


This kind of sucks but I like it so it's fine.

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A snapshot of a house with two people sitting in it, mostly decorated in white paint and dark brown wood. The floor is a reflective gray stone, and countertops in the kitchen are also similarly reflective stone, but that stone is a deep green. Directly in the center is a spiral staircase going to a second floor, which attaches to a central column that has cutouts on the staircase side to house plants. The other side shows a glass pane that reveals the inside of this column is an enormous aquarium filled with fish, underwater plants, and some very small sharks. The space to the left, which no one is in, is a very open sitting area with a very high ceiling. THe second floor is visible as a balcony, with windows beyond the balcony and more seating, and the ceiling is a visible dome sloping away at the ceiling. To the right, a kitchen; there is an island with bar stools at it, shelves, and some built-in wall ovens visible, as well as a sink. There's a large domed door at the wall at the end of the kitchen. Sitting in the kitchen is a tan man with gray hair wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, leaning on the island and looking toward the stairs - this is Taran. Taran is holding a blue plate and eating some sort of meal. Where Taran is looking is Haven, coming down the stairs in a translucent gray robe with wide ruffled sleeves and a cup of coffee. There's some kind of text on the coffee but it is unreadable.


lizard house. quite pretty for how little work I put into it. Taran (right) is here! I've been working hard to learn to be able to draw him in a way I find satisfactory. One day I will find a way to make sure that Taran looks like the

I asked a friend for advice on Haven's robe and they said (verbatim) "oh, a whore robe?" and I want everyone to know that. It is in fact a whore robe, and he is in fact a whore, and this is possibly his only saving grace because certainly there's nothing positive in his personality otherwise LMAO.

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Haven, a pale freckled man with long red hair and eyes with black scleras, gold irises, and red pupils stares at something. He looks fascinated, his face resting on his hands, and he is smiling slightly and looking at it intently. Behind him, the word 'Vicarious' is scrawled in italicized, black bold font, and around the top and bottom are the words "It's no fun 'til someone dies". Thee is a glowing white dotted 'cut line' around the inner border of the image, around Haven's head. there is also a lot of blood coming from the left side of the background , staining everything red.

The same image, but recolored to look a little bit more natural. Haven's hair is a more natural orange, with very intensely red highlights; the wall behind him is gray-green and splattered with red blood. His skin is a sickly-looking grayish color. His eyes are still golden and red.


Yeaaaaars ago I made an OC playlist for Haven, which I still stand by because it's half-decent. I was trying to put stuff together for ArtFight (which I did end up doing, but I was woefully disappointed by the entire experience so I probably won't do it again, which is kind of what I expected in the first place) and I ended up listening to it a bit more than usual, because the usual is "never", and I got inspired by one of the songs.

Lyrics are from Vicarious by Tool, and it's one of the songs on the playlist, which you can find here. It's not the best playlist ever though, really it needs to be reworked but it's fine to listen to if you don't care that much about the transitions.

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Rex, a long and slender four-legged dragon with a build inspired mostly by geckos, perches over a block of mechanical doodads all stuck together and featuring several dials and lights. Rex is wearing a brown toolbelt and holding a wrench. He has his wings lifted up dramatically and is staring at the viewer with one big orange eye. The mechanical object has a radio antenna that sticks up right around where Rex's eye-level is. It emits brightly-colored green waves in a circular pattern; where that pattern bumps into Rex it creates a sort of silhouette that flows like green fire. The rest of the background is intense red. Around the left edge and bottom are wide green panels with text overlaid. The text is blue-gray with red and white drop shadows. The text reads: 'Rex's Radio Repair & Routine Maintenance'


Another thing I made quickly for the sake of ArtFight. I got a test print of this from artpal and it looks really good up on my wall, which tbh I didn't actually expect.

The text on the left-hand side says "Rex's radio repair" in my post-apocalypse-plus-eighteen-centuries not-really-english orthography. Frankly speaking I should look into actual orthographic evolution before I start doing these things because I don't know very much about it (maybe more than a complete layperson but not by very much, and certainly not enough to speculatively construct my own plausibly) and i;d like to do a better version at some point, but I think it looks good, and because when I write it it's not like I'm going to be writing it in speculative 2200+1600-post-english it's not like. A priority, and besides, conlangs are more fun. (I do think I'm going to memorize this alphabet just for the sake of weirding my handwriting periodically though, for fun.) As things stand, all it exists for is to look cool and futuristic on images. I overestimated how plausibly readable it is, though, I think - it seems perfectly interpretable to me, but I know that the weird triangle shape is a sideways A and I know that I mirrored the orientation of w so I can force everyone to cross out their zs like I llike to do. All I even did to the Rs is open the back but it also looks a lot weirder in this kind of stretched-outdramatic font, I think.

Lot of rambling about lettering for a picture that's only maybe 1/3rd lettering on the whole. You can find a handwritten-looking version of the alphabet here if you're curious. I'll probably post about it later at some point because i stupid alphabet shit and I have nothing going on tonight so I might honestly just go do a proper sans-serif Text version. who knows.

Anyway part of the reason people tolerate Rex despite his awful personality and unpleasant nature is that he will just fix your shit for free. He's not even charging for it because for him it's stress relief and a break from People, who he has to work very hard to be as tolerable toward as he is. By the time the actual story rolls around he's quite a lot better at socializing like a person and not a bite risk than he is when he first starts doing courier work on behalf of Clan Oserisades, so when he was doing ride-along type apprentice jobs they would just kind of sic him on other people's busted electronics (if the clans allowed, which is dubious for some of them tbf) and Rex is legitimately very good with electronics so he'd just go fix them. Or if they weren't fixable he'd explain why they weren't fixable (sullenly) at prodding from the courier he was working with. This earned him points because he was doing it for free and frankly electronic work in this setting is even worse than it is here, and there's a lot fewer people who know how to do it. Sometimes people ask for him in particular because they need some shit mailed but more importantly they have a broken piece of shit radio handset, can he like, fix the speakers... and he does it.

So this is about that. Asshole 25-year-old dirtbag who comes around by your place, fixes your shit that the last guy qhoted you $3500 to even diagnose, glares at you the whole time, charges you $15 to take a package somewhere else with him, and then leaves wi5h. Good deal for everyone because frankly Rex needs any advantage to not be chased out of town with pitchforks for a while lmfao.

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A white T-shirt with black text that reads 'Do not feed hallucinogens to the alligators' on it. 'Not' is crossed out with a black X. Underneath, there's an image of a dragon with a gecko-like face, broad head-fins, and a shit-eating grin opening his mouth to snap up a magic mushroom that has evidently been thrown toward him. In one of his visible hands, between two talons, is a blunt.


A friend posted a picture of a shirt and it absolutely captivated me, so I drew one of my ocs onto it. This is Felyx. He's one of Rex's friends.

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A man with a dark ponytail and a hoop earring in one ear is facing away from the camera so the back of his shirt is visible. His shirt reads 'don't ask me about my grade or college or job or relationship status or weight actually just don't talk to me okay.' He is on a bicycle in the middle of a crowded city street at night, and the glare from the red taillights of the cars in front of and around him make the entire image mostly red.


Was inspired by yet another shirt, this time for Rex. I worked hard on matching the motion blur effect.

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Two characters stand on a deserted beach, both looking pretty angry. One is a human man with long red hair, leaning toward the other and gesturing angrily, and the other is a very long snake-like dragon with short legs and feathered wings, arched and coiled as though he's considering striking. The man's name is Haven and he is wearing a very tight black shirt and jeans with cutouts, and he has freckles over his pale skin. He is also wearing a watch and a bracelet and several rings. The dragon's name is Taran. Taran is blue-gray and off-white, with patterns like dark hexagons creeping down toward his pale underbelly from his very dark topline. His feathered wings have cream-colored primaries, dark stripes on the secondaries, and are otherwise blue-gray as well. He has proportionally very short, stubby legs, like a salamander, but each is probably around two or three feet long given the scale of the image and very thick with muscle. He has a wedge-shaped, serpentine head, and his tail is visible rattling back and forth in the air like a rattlesnake's, though he doesn't actually have a rattle; his wings are also pointed down and partially-spread. This is because he's also pissed. They're both yelling at each other. The text is written below.


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Haven: For the last fucking time, we both--
Taran (interrupting): I don't care! I don't want to be there!
Haven: I don't want to go either! It's not optional!
Taran: "Your siblings are fucking mean! I'm not going!


Mostly I drew this to test out a brush I made so I could draw Taran's patterns more easily. He's the big snake dragon thing.

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A shiny blue mermaid with long rainbow-colored hair floats on her back with her arms crossed below her head, enjoying the bright sunshine. Trees shade one side of the image, and pink lily pads and orange flowers litter the gently-rippling surface of the water. Below her, blooms of reddish algae and dark, hard-to-see reeds float gently in underwater currents in the clear blue water. The water gets deep fast as it falls away from shore - dropping off to abyssal blue-black - and settled on the sea floor, looking up ominously, is a very big sea dragon - Haven - with a head like a seal, antlers like a deer, gills down the side of his neck, a long back-fin, black and gold patching like a calico cat or a koi fish, and broad, powerful shoulders, though his legs aren't visible. Haven is looking up, with his red and yellow eyes glowing brightly enough to illuminate some of the haze floating on the undersea currents around him. In spite of Haven looming in the background, the scene is peaceful and relaxed.


Technically this was an ArtFight attack and the mermaid character has absolutely fuckall to do with me, but Haven is there, and I did put a lot of work into this because I just really love painting water. The other person's OC can be found on ToyHouse here.

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Two scrawled black-and-white drawings of the same guy - an OC named Haven, a man with long messy hair, sunglasses, and a button-down shirt with some sort of harness over it - speaking, looking kind of irked. All text is written below. In the first drawing, he is looking at the viewer, perturbed. Below that, he is holding up a slice of pizza and pointing at it derisively. His sunglasses are dropping, revealing his eyes.
Now he's removing his glasses, leaning over a table. One elbow is on the pizza box, and he's got some sort of spiked cuff on over the cuff at his wrist. The other hand is flat on the table, but tense because he's leaning over dramatically. He's grinning and making some very intense eye contact.
Now he's standing in front of some other people. To the left there's two people picking over the snacks table, which features a box of pizza and some drinks in champagne glasses. To the right is a line of people in dubious quantities of clothing, waiting for their turn to have sex with someone. A bunch of them are drinking fancy drinks, eating off plates, or checking their watches. Haven stands in the front of all this, pointing at the line of people. Now we can also see that he's wearing extremely short shorts with lace-up cutouts at the hips underneath his button-down, which is really not buisness-appropriate clothing whatsoever. He looks enormously smug.


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What kind of fucking moron like what sort of actual gibbering idiot arranges a fucking pizza party instead of paying out bonuses?
(Muttering) It is embarrassing. Your employees could buy pizza at home for like forty dollars or something. Have some class.
No one wants company pizza. Your employees hate you. Now, in my company...

See, I know what people really want. You can't jsut give them what you find convenient, of course. The purpose of a bonus is to incentivise them to do more of the work you're paying them for better. If it's not money it has to be something significant. And every other manager is apparently stupid, but not me. I can do non-monetary bonuses. I'm just smarter. See...

When my employees do really well, I arrange a nice little division-wide orgy.
Obviously everyone wants to fuck the guy I'm fucking, right? It's pure genius really.


Everyone's mostly there for the catering. Not that you could ever convince Haven of that.

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In a dark alley, a ludicrously tall gray robot woman with a half-shaved head, long antenna-shaped spikes at where her ears should be, and a flat plane with square lights arranged into a pattern instead of a face leans over a much shorter tiefling man holding a ferret. The robot's name is Shotgun. The tiefling's name is Shard. Shotgun is wearing a puffy holographic coat that blocks almost all the light from the mouth of the alley from reaching Shard, a crop top, and half-short half-pants that are cut very high on her thigh. The lights travel down her entire body. She is blocking Shard from leaving. Shard looks a bit nervous; he's wearing a black shirt and a black cape. He's holding his ferret with one hand and shielding it from Shotgun with the other. The ferret is white and brown, with a brown 'mask' pattern; the ferret doesn't look particularly concerned. Shotgun is loudly asking to hold Shard's pet ferret. There's another panel to the right, labeled "peanut gallery". Two other characters - Felyx and Rex - are standing there. These are Shotgun's friends. Felyx has a hand covering his eyes, face thrown back, and he's groaning. Rex is leaning over Felyx's shoulder, one hand cupped around his face so he can see better without the glare from the lights outside the alley. Both of them are holding beers - Felyx a blue can, and Rex a green bottle. Felyx has a purple crop top that says 'ask me why I drink cement' written on it; Rex just has normal gray and black clothes. They're commentating. ALl text is written below.


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Shotgun: Hey baby, can I hold your weird rat pleeeeeeeeeeease?
Shard: uh.... hello there? do you mean my ferret?

Peanut gallery
Felyx: Shotgun you can't call his rat weird that's rude, this is so embarrassing
Rex: Dude I think it's a dog?

Shotgun is using the fourth wall to kabedon Shard, so we're all clear on what's happening there.

Anyway this was another ArtFight attack but the character Shard (with the ferret) is a friend's character, so it's less awkward for me to link it here, I think.

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A sketch of a tan character with curly, dark red hair and green eyes. She is wearing some sort of red capelet over an olive shirt and has a spear strapped to her back. She looks dubiously off to the right, and is saying, "Really not convinced this is a good idea..."


This is Nadiya! For a character I enjoy writing so much I really don't draw her often and it's because I'm still torn on her design. Oops.

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Haven, completely naked, lays facedown on top of Taran, who is being a dragon at the moment. Taran is laying in a knot of coils, with his head all the way back and slightly open. They're both dead asleep.


zonked. ignore the other image in the thread because it looks bad.

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Rex, an OC who looks like a man with black hair in a gray tank top and brown pants, stands in front of a projector screen, giving some sort of presentation. He is a bit agitated, and is clawing the air with one hand and pointing at the screen with the other, visibly saying something. The image on the projector is a meme styled to look like the 'you wouldn't download a car' anti-piracy PSA, but the text instead reads 'you wouldn't put a guy in a situation'.
The same image as before, but now it's blurry and tilted, like the camera taking it was turned abruptly. Rex is still yelling the same as he was before, but now a new OC, Haven - a man in a black tank top, gray pants, and with long red hair - is standing up from where he was seated like he's going down to go argue with Rex.
Haven now stands alone in front of the projector screen, which is on a new slide. He is smiling smugly and streaked with blood, and there's also blood on the bottom of the screen. He's rubbing his hands together as though to dust them off, but this is really only smearing the blood on his palms over more of his hands so it's not very effective. The text behind him says: 'bitch I might'.


Strongly inspired by this tumblr post. Given that Rex as a character kind of exists to be put in situations, in terms of like, narrative utility, and that Haven is a character I invented as a verb to specifically put anyone he comes into contact with into a specific situation, it felt pretty fitting.

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A black and white line drawing. Rex stands pointing at his shirt. He's wearing a t-shirt and shorts, with his hair loose and sunglasses pushed up on the top of his head. The shirt has text on it that says: 'So a man wals into a bar with a pet frog... i forget the joke but your mom's a whore'. Rex is saying to someone off-screen, grinning like he's enjoying himself: 'Yeah Felyx got me this. I thought that was obvious? He said I dress like i don't know what season it is.'
I saw yet another dumb shirt. I drew Rex into it.

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