(028) An Academic Rival Shares Skyfire's Laboratory For Several Months And Relentlessly Sabotages Him.

@knightsparadigm commissioned me to draw their friends' D&D party, and I'm very very very grateful! To quote them directly...

Jay (John Bridgestone Jr) belongs to @midnightcreator12 Thraxzuloroneth Ezilian the First belongs to @violetvulpini Yoel belongs to @pechtothevoid Wind belongs to @sleepy-splash Boots belongs to @tired-o-fighter And their fantastic Dungeon Master @secreterces5

hope you all enjoy your funky little guys!

I shouldn’t have inked this on this flimsy paper.

More screamy burd!

You may vent through this picture, this is what internal screaming looks like! Or what my internal screaming looks like.

i had homework to do and i didnt finish this on time but here's a knight for trans day of visibility 💖🏳️‍⚧️

prints

see i know that we all like to make fun of luke skywalker, hick farmer from the back of nowhere, thinking that shooting womp rats with the space equivalent of his dad’s old rifle is somehow sufficient preparation for taking down the death star; but i love the idea that actually womp rats are six foot abominations of teeth, spines & poison and bulls-eyeing them is actually excellent preparation for the rebellion. think about it: swarms of six foot rats, and some skinny kid with an outdated weapon taking them out, cool as paint. hardened soldiers whisper scary stories to each other, about the monsters who scavenge in the sands, stripping a camp of everything living in five seconds flat, and luke just saying oh, womp rats? they’re nothing. great with a bit of butter and some toast.  

lord, we should quit but we love it too much

a little oc sketch thing bc i really wanted to draw some armor.... lyrics are from sedated by hozier

the weird schrödinger's emotion that is "that character death was narratively satisfying and emotionally impactful and ultimately the best way to handle their character arc" simultaneously with "noooo but I wanted them to live :( :( :("

‘Thoth and the Chief Magician’, 1925. Evelyn Pau

It’s us

one-sided platonic feelings always hit me so hard. like. i want you to love me like a son, but to you i’m not much more than a servant. i swore our oath of brotherhood out of real devotion, and you swore it out of convenience. i want to go to the ends of the earth and the depths of hell for you and follow you until the end of time, and in your mind that’s no more than what i owe you