Sualne

illustration made on ms paint simulating a video game, there's a square with the "game" on, a porcelain angel creature that's starting to crack and broke into a flesh-y being is on front of two characters, sariel (an angel) and casio (their human). on the bottom of that square there's a text box that writes "... your... cousin?", on the right there's three options to pick from 1. run, 2. say hi, 3. run faster. on the far right of the composition there are two elements/graphics that portrait both characters in the "game", one of sariel, showing their body with organs inside, bright red, there's a bunch of tear shaped graphics that appear to be "charged". down that element there's a frame portraying casio, he appears to be scared and two hands are surrounding his neck, flesh and gut is on top of his frame; on the left of it there are four hearts, three of them are "empty", the last one has a little bit of red color on it.

meeting your girlfriend's family ❓
#art #ocs

this sooo pretty!!

i feel best when i draw like this

三船長

chapter 13 is out! #OPModernAU

#RE9

requiem for vanished birdsong

I'm opening a few slots for test Surprise me Icon/Portrait comms!

55USD each, feel free to grab one HERE!

Need to pay bills soon and I'm omega broke, shares appreciated ❤️

#commissions

happy international women's day

Ink drawing- side profile of a blindfolded woman among apple tree branches. There is an apple on her head with an arrow through it.

🏹🍏

🔥 Paranatural UPDATE! It's property damage time! www.paranatural.net/comic/chapte...

i love the witch hat atelier mangaka more and more every day yall dont know what this means to me

Day 7 | Himemiya Anthy

trigun max vash and wolfwood doodles from the home arc. first doodle is a lined drawing of them sleeping and wolfwood koala hugging vash. second is wolfwood sitting with his knees tucked, a grouchy expression, and vash hugging him from the side and leaning against his shoulder with a smile. third is a simple drawing of the back of their heads, standing next to each other.

lined drawing of vash patting wolfwood on the shoulder sighing with a smug-ish smile. wolfwood looks to him, irked.

messy doodle of vash and wolfwood sitting together, wolfwood has an arm around vash’s shoulder while vash leans into him, laughing.

happy happy hospital yuri doodles
#vashwood #trigun

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a handful of slots are now available for this month. as always, I am eternally grateful for the continued support both through commissioning and sharing. 🖤

"SHIT"
"FUCK"
"NO"
"FUCK"
"SHIT"
"FUCK"

trigun max black and white sketches of intimate vash and wolfwood. vash hugs his right arm around wolfwood’s shoulder from behind, leaning his head down into wolfwood’s shoulder. wolfwood tilts his head to vash and kisses him, vash’s hair obscuring it.

vash with his back to the viewer, lying his head against the crook of wolfwood’s shoulder, shoulders tightened, tense. his right hand is clenched, the back of it resting against wolfwood’s bare chest. wolfwood has a solemn looking expression, unreadable.

close up of wolfwood kissing the nape of vaah’s bare neck, his hand coming around, holding vash’s throat.

super loose sketch. the pair are lying down on blank space together, vash spooning wolfwood from behind.

old sketchies

#trigun #vashwood

vash and wolfwood, mid sex, vash having a hand by the side of wolfwood’s neck and wolfwood gripping the sheets. vash is over wolfwood, spreading his legs with his own, and leaning close to wolfwood’s face, watching his pleasured expression with a small smile.

his favorite part
#vashwood #trigun #nsfw

Some old personal work.

We used this to test the rough line treatment that ended up in the Hyper Light Breaker trailer.

Composite by Craig Nowicki

Maddoc sits in a humble living room, taking up most of one sofa, across from an older woman sitting in the other one. A bouquet of flowers is on a coffee table between them along with a box of tissues, one of which the woman holds. Her shoulders are slumped and she is gazing down, her thin, straight hair falling over her shoulders and face. Another framed photo behind her shows a man in a graduation gown and cap. The woman - Mrs Lancaster - starts to speak, her expression numb. “This was his worst nightmare. He never even had a girlfriend longer than a year. He was terrified of passing it on, even by accident. Used to wake up screaming when he was a kid. [Quote] I bit them! I bit them!” As she talks, Ashley, wearing a matching suit, glances over at one of the framed photos on the mantle. It shows the woman wearing a sunhat and holding up a prize ribbon, beaming as she poses for the photo with her adult son, who smiles nervously and holds up a watering can. “Didn’t matter that he hadn’t changed like that since he was still in preschool… he always said, Mom, what if it stops working? What if one day, I just can’t control it?” Ashley recalls the look of agony on the infected werewolf son’s face after Ashley had been forced to kill him, contrasted with the happy, less gaunt face of the son in the photo. Mrs. Lancaster: “I told him he was being silly.” Ashley looks away. She goes on. “How could something like this even happen…? He was taking those awful drinks of yours nearly every damn day, on top of the dampener…”

Maddoc looks almost unrecognisable with a clean shaven face, his normally shaggy hair slicked back, dressed in a plain black business suit and tie - though he retains his ear piercings. He gestures with a level expression. “By our current understanding, the infection bypasses all dampeners, tonics, and even tattoos. There was nothing else your son could have done. It wasn’t his fault.” His last statement doesn’t comfort Mrs Lancaster, instead making her angry, and she tenses up before lashing out to yell “No, it wasn’t his fault, it was yours!” She continues to shout, upset, washed in light from the window while Ashley’s face is cast in shadow sitting opposite from her. He keeps his eyes down and his expression stony. Mrs. Lancaster: “You’ve been promising a cure for as long as we’ve been paying your damn dues! I don’t care about any pension or funeral costs - I want my son back! You people were supposed to protect him! All you keep saying is Oh, we’re getting closer, we’re getting closer- well where the hell is it? Haven’t you had fifty years!?” Ashley’s eyes sharpen as she adds, “My son is dead because you people don’t care enough to do your damn job-!” Maddoc raises a hand to attempt to intervene, starting to say “Ma’am,” but Ashley attracts Mrs. Lancaster’s attention by saying “You’re right.”

A tight closeup on Ashley, face in shadow, his expression artificially neutral. “We’re not doing enough. We can’t do enough. The tiniest bite is contagious and the mortality rate is 100%. It kills mundane hosts too quickly to get anywhere in lab settings. That means gathering research or running trials in the field, which is dangerous, and worse, agonisingly slow. But…” He glances at Maddoc pointedly. Maddoc can only look back at him with quiet confusion but says nothing. Ashley returns his attention to Mrs. Lancaster. “I shouldn’t be telling you this, but we are close. Closer than we’ve ever been. For the first time, a vaccine candidate has been shown to have an actual effect against the infection. I was there. I saw it. And I was there with your son, too. In his last moments, he…” Ashley clenches his fist with downcast eyes. “He pulled himself back from biting. He made sure nobody else got infected that night. It took phenomenal strength, and it saved lives.” As he speaks, Mrs. Lancaster listens, her expression softening back to sadness. Ashley: “I know we were too late to save your son, and for that, I have no excuse. But if you agree to grant us custodianship of your son after his funeral, he can help us save even more lives, and make sure this never happens to anyone else’s children, ever again.” Mrs. Lancaster turns away, sniffing back a tear. After a moment she replies, “Do what you like. That thing you brought back’s not my son any more, anyway.” Ashley keeps his gaze down.

A transitional panel shows gnarled tree branches bare of leaves as Ashley says “Thank you, Ms. Lancaster.” The two brothers sit in Maddoc’s truck. Ashley is still wearing his black suit but Maddoc has discarded the jacket and untied his tie. His beard stubble is already starting to peek back out. Maddoc starts the engine and Ashley buckles his seatbelt as they talk. Maddoc: “Was any of that true?” Ashley, neutral: “Infection had cooked the eyes out of his skull, I doubt there was much thinking going on. But we got permission to dissect the body, and Ms. Lancaster got a sense of closure and purpose.” Maddoc watches Ashley wordlessly. Ashley: “Win-win. Right?” He has turned away slightly but his face, reflected in the window, reveals a more conflicted expression than his words would indicate. Maddoc turns his attention back to the road, still saying nothing, but with an uneasy frown. The truck screeches in a tight circle as Maddoc makes an illegal right-hand turn. Ashley: “Woah! Maddoc- geez- what-? I don’t think you can turn here-” Maddoc shifts gears as he talks, ignoring Ashley. “We’re gonna need to dial up our efforts for a while. Don’t wanna give the Wolfe family any more ammo that we’re slacking. That means more numbers out on patrol, every night.” Ashley, bracing against the dashboard: “Okay, yeah, I hear you-” Maddoc interrupts him with a smirk. “So I reckon you need to run a Gauntlet or two, just in case you’ve gone soft.” Ashley pauses before allowing a little smile of his own. “If you wanted to be humiliated, you should’ve just called Chelsea. You’re on.”

Silver & Iron: Part Two
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I saved lots of 70s fashion ads and found myself sketching Velma and Daphne (and Scooby, don't like him to have his ears cut off).

an image promoting a substack article titled ‘25 medieva manuscripts you can look at online right now’

i made a starter back of beautiful and unique manuscripts you can browse online! (with links) for anyone that wants a good way to spend an afternoon :)

open.substack.com/pub/weirdmed...

A black and white drawing of Briar, a fat butch woman with short black hair, and Dagny, a long-haired butch woman. Briar sits on Dagny's lap, facing her with her arms draped over Dagny's shoulders, while Dagny grips Briar's thigh. Briar furrows her brow and grits her teeth while Dagny looks at her with an insufferably smug smile. Both are blushing.

[ 🌻 oc, f/f ] okay you can have this one

a reference sheet detailing the character navrys, a dark grey-skinned elf with long, silver hair. he is shown in two outfits. one displays garb worn in surgery while the other shows more everyday attire. the details on the sheet are presented like a medical document, including his personal information.

submit to record.
#commission

i love having free will
#RE9 #ScoobyDoo

Zoro biting Luffys annoyed rubber face, stretching it out. Zoro is content, hands wrapped around Luffy. Meanwhile Luffy begrudgingly holds Zoro.

Tiger's Chew Toy !!

[ #luzo | #onepiece ]

Perona knows how to handle babies 👻

a digital limited palette illustration with five panels: a pair of eyes, an ear dripping strange fluid, a pair of thumbs pressed together with a bead of blood between them, dirty fingers on a typewriter, a man holding another from behind.

"it's in me, too."

fanart for THE WORKS OF VERMIN by hiron ennes