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I've been doodling these freaks on my papers a bunch so here's a sheet of all them

I also drew some of the hermits but i don't got those drawing right now

More under here->

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etho best thumbnail ever

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Quick-ish study!

<- determined to draw like Double Fine / the art in Broken Age

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backseat drivers stream my beloved,,

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More people should watch BigB I think

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The new hot tub is a little chillier

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Society's Chosen

Gem had heard the whispers long before she was chosen. The blood thirst was a companion she held dear. It got to feed every time she fell to red. Vicious violence, predatory hunt would sustain her until the next game.

But be given permission to enact violence, while she's still green - that is a true honour. Might as well making it a spectacle. Give everyone something to watch.

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Scar is having a very bad day. 

Getting blown up was bad enough, but Skizz’s antagonizing comments had made it worse. Even now, as Scar makes his way through the server, his fingers itch. He desperately wants to grab onto his sword and swing, and he wants to draw blood. His own is boiling. He can't remember the last time he felt this angry, or even close. 

He should've killed Skizz. To hell with the rules– it was the only thing that could cure his bloodlust at this point. So what if he got in trouble for it? So what if they gave him back the life after? Blood would've spilled. 

If only he was the Boogeyman. 

Still, he has to ask. If there's even a chance, he'll take it. 

“Grian,” he asks, breathless, as he takes the other's hands in his own, “Grian, can I kill Skizz, please? Can I kill him?” 

Grian laughs, though it's uneasy. He recognizes that look in Scar's eyes. He gently squeezes Scar's hands, and shakes his head. “No, Scar. You're green.”

Scar grits his teeth. He takes in a shaky breath and steps back. Grian's just confirming what he already knows, sure, but that doesn't make him feel any better. It doesn't make the bloodlust, now like a raging wildfire, any weaker. 

He eyes the Square Hole. It's claimed the lives of so many. Surely, no one would notice if someone happened to slip and fall. His fingers twitch, once more, toward his sword. 

Grian would be so easy to kill. He's crouched, yes, but at the edge of the Square Hole. All Scar would have to do is give him a little push. 

He deserves it, the small voice in the corner of his mind whispers, how many times has he betrayed you? How many times has he killed you, taken you out of the series? How many times has he scorned your very presence? 

It wouldn't be the same as killing Skizz, no, but… Scar yearns for blood. For satisfaction. For the thrill of watching someone's final moments, for it all to end in red. And Grian is a man who has wronged him so many times. It wouldn't be the same as killing Skizz. But would it make a deeper, smaller part of him– one that made cookies for his soulmate– satisfied? 

Scar doesn't ever find an answer to that. He's startled out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. 

“Y'know, Scar,” Pearl starts, audibly grinning, “if you really wanna kill Skizzy that badly, I could help you out. Could give you a little nudge into the Square Hole and take you down a life or two.”

Grian laughs. “True! If you were red, you could do whatever you wanted. There'd be no rules against it.”

Scar has three lives. Three lives, when he started with six. Three lives, in a game where staying alive was in the name. Three lives that he couldn't afford to lose.

So why did he hesitate? Why did the whispering voices in his mind grow, grow, louder and louder until they're practically screaming? Why did he blink and see a field of sunflowers, as if the image was seared into his mind?

He dips his head slightly, his hair falling forward to obscure his eyes. He feels Grian's gaze on him, boring a hole into his soul, but he doesn't care. Scar is so tense that anyone would be able to tell something was wrong just by looking at him. It just so happens that the man looking at him knows his soul and mind the best. On this server, at least. 

(Somewhere, very far away, Cub sneezes.)

Scar takes a deep breath. He forces himself to relax, and puts a hand over Pearl's as he smiles. His grin is a little too sharp, a little too crooked, but it's there. “Nah. I really shouldn't. Thanks for the offer though, Pearl.” 

She grins back. There's something wolf-like about it; something that the bloodlust inside of Scar considers familiar. It retreats for now.

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This is how that meeting went, right?

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Looking Back

Immediate repost because I realized him looking at the camera was cooler

Timelapse under the cut!

(This was before I changed the eye angle)

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Inspired by the post below from twitter!

I played around with the watchers design for a while and I'm heavily leaning into them being as far from humanoid as possible but I'd already taken the reference photos by the time I thought about that and it seemed like a waste to completely change the idea. Also it was supposed to be just a silly comic not a full illustration so we're keeping them humanoid for now lmao

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Also sorry my style’s been so inconsistent lately! Been merging a lot of funky concepts style-wise as well as learning a new program, but it’s evening itself out I think :]

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A Scar :]

CONQUERED THE DING DANG KRITA BRUSHES i understand now

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looks around, is this anything?

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Little doodle of session 6 scar bc i loved his vibes

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Phantom Riders

A couple close ups below :)

i dont know why i did it lineless, dont ask me why. i got possessed i think

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For now, the only soul The Rejects are playing for is Tango (rip)

Reference photo under the cut: