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Mall Date

After Reading @schmuckered Awkward Aftermath fic, I decided to doodle up a certain scene.

Go read it, it's good!

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Scrap Shooter

An attempt at doodling up the Evilikin, with my first being Fisticuffs. Not too proud of the shading, but it's a happy little guy.

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Slobber Tooth

Another Skylander, Slobber Tooth! I'm very happy with his shiny shell.

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Riz Gukgak

While I'm in the Dimension 20 fandom, I haven't made much fanart for it. Seeing as I plan on writing Skylanders fanfic, might as well make that go both ways and doodle up Fantasy High Fanart.

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Pop Thorn

Needed to finish this up, and we did!

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Mary Ann's Adoption

Was talking to some folks on a server about Mary Ann's possible parents, and the idea of a pair of rock collecting firbolgs finding a rock that turns out to be Mary Ann's egg was adorable. It is also a scenario ripe with the potential for angst.

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Dinorang

I am capable of writing and drawing at incredible speeds when I put my mind to it!

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Lightning Rod

I'm getting back to Skylanders! So the titan be upon ye.

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Happy Halloween!

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Kipperlily

My part of an art trade with @raziele

Still not happy with how the nose and hands turned out, but I need to start drawing again.

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Look, Fish-food-s has shown me the light. While I will not give up my KipperBees agenda, Kipperlily can love whoever she doesn't want to.

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Rinny

@areslikestodraw, I've doodled up your Rin, contemplating the end of a brawl against corn cuties.

Honestly, it was fun to try to draw severe damage, I haven't tried that at all before.

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Chapter 2: Kobold Khaos (Pt 1.) It took Yoku a mere three days to reach Keep Remembrance. However, he didn’t think the coming task would be so quick. Kobolds are many things: quiet, sneaky, crafty, but above all else, careful. A kobold who’d managed to worm their way into a secure place would need to see the safety vanish in order to begin running away. Luckily kobolds tended to grow quickly, so a few of the younger ones might be interested in leaving the safety of the Keep. As soon as the Keep rose into his vision, he realized that he may have more difficulty than he’d thought. Well fortified, solid stone. Yeah, this would be tough. Yoku walked to the gate, stepping in without too much hassle. Though his visits weren’t too terribly often, the staff of Keep Remembrance had a hard time forgetting him. He asked a question about where Kallum was. Kallum was the leader of the kobolds, and knew where Yoku could find a few who’d be willing to leave. As Yoku wandered about the Keep, he began to feel as if something was off with his cape. He kept checking, but he couldn’t see it catching on anything. Ah well. He continued, not noticing the three little kobolds now clinging to his cape. Kallum was rolling along with the Butler of Keep Remembrance, Sir Duncan. Yoku found his name hilarious for a handful of reasons. Upon Yoku’s arrival, Duncan left. He wanted to give the two some time to themselves. Also, Yoku giggled constantly whenever they were in each other's vicinity. “Yoku!” Kallum cried. “Why didn’t you say you were coming? We would have stolen more food from the kitchen if we knew!” Duncan poked his head back into the room. “Please stop, we do not have enough food to feed Yoku.” “Hey, Duncan!” Duncan did not reply to Yoku as he left. “So, Kallum, sorry, but I need a favor.” Yoku began to pace, it helped him think and speak. It also allowed Kallum to see Yoku’s tagalongs. “Yoku…” “I know that our clan doesn’t really like risky things, but-” “Yoku.” “And, see, if we had a couple kobolds out there, in part for seeking tribes, and also inspecting the stone-” “Yoku!” “Yea?” Kallum pointed at his cape. It took Yoku a minute to recognize the three shapes curled up in the folds. They returned his gaze, before bolting for the halls. Kallum let loose a dejected sigh. “Those three… I might need your help Yoku.” He began to roll along, slowly explaining the whole ordeal surrounding the troublesome trio. The three were Keef, Klyps, and Krimmic. Keef had apparently recently wandered in, having been rejected by his clan. He had a history of alchemical experiments. Klyps had learned to track from following the many staff of Keep Remembrance, and robbing them blind. Kobolds stole all the time, but she really pushed it. And then there was Krimmic.  Krimmic, the heir apparent to the clan. Krimmic, who had one of the worst cases of wanderlust seen in a kobold. Krimmic, far too small to be related to Yoku, and yet… Yoku didn’t enjoy coming to Keep Remembrance. When he’d left the clan the first time, he’d thought that hidden away in the mountains of Dracor they’d be safe. But the Conqueror had found them, and forced them to swear fealty to him. Yoku had been their protector, and he’d left. He managed to get Dalkan to cut the strings that bound the clan to the Conqueror, but he had still left them. Now they were safe here, at least until Yoku could get Pakan squared away. And the clan wasn’t as weak as they had been when he’d first left, most of them having received training from the Conqueror’s army. Still, what was it with the heirs to the clan all wanting to wander off?

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“Now, I think that, seeing as you’ve been running about the world, you might be able to talk to Krimmic. Make him understand that running off isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” Kallum said, turning a focused look onto Yoku. It wasn’t a glare, but it was a loaded expression. Yoku had never been good at reading people.

Eventually the two managed to reach the hall where the trio may have gone down. It was quite easy to follow the path of destruction. They stumbled upon the three harassing the kitchen. 

For a moment, the three were surprised to be chased down by a stranger. They tried to run again, but Yoku nabbed Krimmic before he could join the others. Lifting him up, Yoku studied the young kobold. He looked about five years old. Not yet full grown, he still had another year or so before he could be considered matured. His scales seemed to be a muddy red hue, except for his underbelly, which was a dirty white. Krimmic’s large ears dwarfed his miniscule horns. A thick brown fabric tufted by white fur was draped over his body. 

Two facets stood out to Yoku though. On his back was a long spear, for a kobold. It might have been a little short for most humanoids though. Oddly, a portion of the spear was made out of… bone rather than steel. The Dragon Fang Lance. It was a mark of pride for the tribe, but due to its size and weight, few kobolds ever used it. Other than that was a band wrapped about Krimmic’s wrist. A brass band studded with rubies and sapphires. It marked one as a leader amongst the kobolds. Kallum had himself one such band. But the one on Krimmic was different. It took Yoku a minute to recognize the magic in it. He didn’t have a clue what it did, but it was there.

Krimmic crossed his arms in defiance. He was a big, dangerous warrior of the clan, ferocious and strong. Alas, he stood barely up to Yoku’s shins on his own, so Krimmic’s authority was somewhat undermined.

“You’re Krimmic?” Yoku asked. Sure, the band pretty much confirmed it, but it was good to double check. “Yeah, so what?” Krimmic replied. “I think we need to talk,” Yoku said, easing himself to the floor. Krimmic was still about three feet off the floor, Yoku didn’t trust him not to dash. “So, you’re interested in running off? How come?” Krimmic scoffed. “Shouldn’t you know? You already ran off looking for glory and whatever.”

Oh. “Kallum, can you and the others get out?” “Yoku? What is it?” “I need to talk to Krimmic alone.” “… very well.” Kallum ushered out the kitchen staff. While he could press the issue, he’d had no luck swaying Krimmic. If Yoku had a way to do that, to connect with the lad in a way he couldn’t, it’d be worth it. Krimmic glared up at Yoku. This might be a tough sell.

“So, interested in adventuring?” Yoku said. “What are you after?” Krimmic’s face softened a bit at that. “Well, I want treasure! I want myself a massive hoard!”

“Oddly, adventuring isn’t the best way to get treasure. You think, oh, I can just run wherever I want, plundering who knows what, but then you get told about all the fees various guilds insist upon, and also food, lodging, and all the equipment you need to just get through every place. You need to get really lucky to get a job that pays well enough to cover it’s own cost. That’s assuming it doesn’t kill you outright,” Yoku explained.

Krimmic’s face had long since eclipsed listening and traveled to incomprehension. It was apparent that he had considered the logistics of this about as much as Yoku had.

Not at all. “What do you mean? How do you get jobs?” “You get lucky.” Krimmic was downtrodden upon hearing of the far more realistic life of an adventurer. Yoku didn’t really want to break his dream, even if he had talked to Kallum about getting Krimmic to stay. “Y’know what? Let’s make a deal,” Yoku said. He wasn’t completely sure about this, but he had an idea. “I’m planning on taking over Pakan. When I’ve got a base all set up, I’ll invite you over. You can get some experience for the whole adventure thing. Until then, you gotta stay here. How’s that sound?” Krimmic pondered the offer for a second. It seemed like he would accept, but there was a nagging voice in his head, pushing him to ask a simple question. “Why do you think I should stay?” Yoku heaved out a sigh. He knew someone would ask this question. “When I set out, I wasn’t sure the clan would be safe. I wanted to try and become so ferocious no one would dare threaten you guys. Instead, I abandoned you, right when the Conqueror appeared on our doorstep. I should have been there, instead I left. I don’t want you to go through that too.” “But. But you came back! You saved us!” Krimmic cried. “I still left. I don’t want anyone else to know how it feels to abandon those who depend on you.” Krimmic seemed… surprised?… to hear how Yoku felt. The idea that he’d abandoned the kobolds… Krimmic didn’t think he had. Klyps hadn’t thought so. Keef… Keef hadn’t been a part of the clan when Yoku left two years ago. “Alright,” he heard himself say. Krimmic wrestled with the fear that Yoku had now given him. The fear that without him the clan might be in trouble. “Great!” Yoku smiled again. “Now, do you know any good kobold rangers? I need to track a few people down.” “Well, Klyps is probably the best tracker in the clan,” Krimmic said. “Really? What happened to Krag?” Yoku asked. “Not able to smell a thing since Klyps jammed an onion up his nose.” “Ah.” /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Krimmic stared out the open window. There was a cart out in the yard, right by the gate. It was loaded high with maps of Pakan and some of Keep Rememberance’s best guesses as to where the tribes may be, some food, and one kobold carrying a sizable crossbow, for her. Her horns were more silvery than Krimmic’s, and her scales more brown than his Otherwise, it was quite difficult to tell them apart. They did have the same mother. Klyps had an anxious expression. She wanted a journey just as much as Krimmic did, but traveling all alone was worrying. Sure Yoku was a great warrior with numerous accomplishments under his belt, but the strength of kobolds was numbers and wits. Just two kobolds were not safe. Krimmic looked to his left as a voice rose. Keef was a new addition to the clan, sneaking his way in while they’d gotten themselves liberated from the Conqueror. His scales were far redder than the rest of the clan, and his underbelly far more yellow. His most distinguishing feature though were the pair of goggles over his eyes, followed closely by his bandolier of vials. Keef thought himself an alchemist, to the dismay of all involved parties. Krimmic enjoyed having him around. His many tricks were very useful… if they didn’t blow up in your face. “We could sneak on there. Yoku doesn’t seem too bright,” Keef suggested. But Krimmic was already shaking his head. “Yoku had me promise I wouldn’t go, he’s… he’s worried about the tribe,” Krimmic protested. “He always is.” Krimmic and Keef jumped as Kallum appeared next to them. For an ancient kobold in a wheelchair, he could be horrifically quiet. Was he invisible? Had he just greased his wheels? How did neither of them notice? Kallum turned a sad gaze out the window. Yoku was trundling back inside, grabbing the last few notes before they all took off. “Yoku ain’t none too bright, not at all. But he cares about us, and wants us safe. Whether that means trying to build us a home away from home, or fighting someone who hurt us. I think that if you went with him you’d be safe.” Krimmic and Keef glanced at each other. This kobold was the one immovable force which had stopped them from roaming free. And now… “Sir, are you saying we can-” “I’m saying that someone lost an important notebook, and Yoku’s spending a fair amount of time looking for it. I doubt he’d notice a pair of stowaways under a dozen blankets,” Kallum clarified. He put his hands to his wheels, and rolled off. Krimmic and Keef shared another glance, and shared a mischievous grin. 
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Yoku never really talked about his ability to see soul’s strings. It’s not that it was some big secret, it just wasn’t terribly important. It was honestly annoying. He’d look around and see dozens of strings springing into the sky. Different strings meant something, but Yoku never bothered to learn the details, passed learning how to turn off the special eyes. But when three soul strings rose from the cart, and only one person was supposed to be there, he knew something was up. Yoku turned to Kallum, a single questioning eyebrow raised. Kallum returned the look with a coy smile. Yoku got in front of the cart. He picked up the handles, and began to walk down the road. Klyps kept trying to make small talk, obviously intending to run interference for the two stowaways. “Alright, you two can come out,” Yoku said once they’d gotten out of range of the Keep. One kobold head popped out, shortly followed by a second. “How’d you-” “Did Kallum tell you to come?” Yoku’s tone brooked no argument. If the answer was no, he very well may have tossed them all back to the Keep. “He-he did. He believed you’d be able to keep us safe,” Krimmic stammered out. Yoku let out a gruff sigh. “Fine, but you two had better have something to contribute.”

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Sergeant Daniels sat at her desk. She was finishing up her report. Her higher ups had been mentioning having a band of Falkran Mercenaries try and clear out Pakan. If she couldn’t provide tangible proof of progress before then, they might be out of luck. Sure, they all wanted to see an Epanak unburdened by the Conqueror’s presence, but the little progress she had made being wiped away as the success and skill of these mercenaries? Unacceptable. Sergeant Daniels would take this fool, this brute, this villain, Yoku, and forge from him someone who could fend off each and every fragment of the Conqueror’s broken legions. A commotion erupted from the corridors of the barracks. Yoku had returned. Wonderful, maybe they could have a meeting on how they should go about finding the many tribes of… what is that. Daniels watched as a trio of kobolds, not even up to her hips, rocketed past, leaving a trail of robbed soldiers in their wake. Those soldiers, of course, did not stay in their wake for long, lest they be bowled over by a storming Yoku. Daniels had her work cut out for her.

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Blu3b1rd and I had an art trade. I drew his Coco, because snake, and he drew Draskull.

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Cersu

Cersu here was my first dnd character. Originally, he was lawful good.

Then Chaotic Good.

Then Chaotic Neutral.

Then Chaotic Evil.

Then Lawful Evil.

He became a yugoloth by the end of our little campaign, but it was a mess of people who didn't have a clue how to run the game. We had barely even knew that the books existed. I was the only one who had the books.

I got them halfway through the game.

Cersu wasn't any class, because none of us understood what that meant.

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Chopcake was born of a pig, one who managed to sneak into a royal banquet, and feasted on desserts. When it was meant to be killed for the feast, it tried to flee, but it had eaten too much.

Those Inspirited by Chopcake discover a love for baking, and begin to bake themselves. And Bake. And Bake.

Would you like some cookies?