Remix Made In Desperation And Grief Of This Comic That I Made On My Friend Mohamed's Behalf. I Apologize

pyro dance ‼️

The last caffeinated energy drink in the house A comic.

Apocalypse be damned, my boy can work a walkman and groove it 🕺 [ALT BELOW]

D: ...hold the phone.

L: wha-

D: HOLD. THE. PHONE!!!

D: Do you know what this is, Nardo?

L: Oh, did the apocalypse finally make you lose your marbles, Nerdo?

L: wait a sec...

L: Is that... A WALKMAN?

D: Walk with me dear brother

L: Do you think this baby's still got some juice in it?

D: Juice or no juice, I can fix it in a jiffy! Piece of cake

L: AUGH! I wanna listen to some tunes so bad

L: Don't you wanna groove a lil Dontron?

D: While it may attract enemies around the perimeter and distract us from the task at hand...

D: I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK!

I want to scramble them like eggs I swear to god

-Voices-

A collection of portraits depicting the voices from Slay the Princess, taking inspiration from the style of the video game Disco Elysium! The Voice of the Hero, a knight, an iconic silhouette against a luminant halo. A color palette of black, blue, and teal.

The Voice of the Hunted, a beast trying to protect its heart from danger, represented here as a crosshair.

The Voice of the Smitten, the knife wound letting loose lovely streams of swirling bodily juices into the air.

The Voice of the Cold, dark, and angular. Something completely unafraid to kill.

The Voice of the Skeptic, attempting to fly, tearing himself away from chains and what looks like his own body.

The Voice of the Paranoid, Frantic and multi-eyed, clutching at a wound.

The Voice of the Contrarian, flying in stark contrast to the others, glowing instead of secluded, a mischievous fairy or will o' the wisp, instead of a grotesque figure.

The Voice of the Broken, shattered and leaking. A humanoid figure is no longer recognizable.

The Voice of the Stubborn, Fiery eyes, and big meaty claws. The brushwork is chaotic.

The Voice of the Cheated, smoke leaking from puncture wounds still embedded within him. He's holding a cigar, too; probably where all the smoke is coming from.

The Voice of the Opportunist, carrying multiple masks on his person, and wielding a poorly concealed knife.

And finally (for now) The Long Quiet itself, the night sky, swirling sigils blurred in the dark.

Here is a wip that I won’t finish anytime soon, but this was when I first got my phone and I just wanted to test out the brushes

“I’m not very liquid right now.”

Wanted to try out a new animation app with my ocs