#characters that are mostly creatures

[wigglybug]

new character for artfight yippee!!!!!

[meerphanim]

The Ferryman's Scorpion

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My entry for @catmask 's and @frogcroaks ' contest, Monster Mayhem!

I chose the theme Wisteria Will-O-Wisp for flower symbolism and will-o'-the-wisp folklore. Also because of the color purple ← My favourite color 💜

Thank you for hosting this contest where I can try out monster designing and good luck to the other participants. Peace and love on planet Earth!

[mistfallengw2]

Feel free to be more specific in comments/notes if you want! If you want to elaborate further, how do you organize them? By role, species, age, alphabetical order, vibes or something else?

[sanctus-ingenium]

well I thought I was going to compile my backlog of unpublished pascal sketches & doodles into a big tumblr post or something but it turns out i had so many that i was able to make a 42 page digital sketchbook out of them all laid out in rough chronological order from 2021 to the very beginning of 2023.

you can get it here and it's $3

[duahauuoplanh]

I cannot live without you.

[radaverse]

Haven't posted any art on a while so have some lazy PoM doodles

went through a lot together didn't they

[zipora666]

whoa! I have feeling my sona will smilw with sharp teeth back to him 😂 he’s very cool hers a sketch of him! Plus some ask I did earlier got deleted of my sona with showing teeth for once (she don’t show it much bc she is a bit insecure with them lol)

here have this sketch lol!

plus the deleted silly pics (bc I like to embarrass myself lol)

Poor Zipora she have trouble to make a normal shape mouth- oh well

[witheredgardenparty]

Has anyone talked about how each member of the Genius Society represents the over reliance on the belief of intelligence but not the act of intelligence?

[activatebutterflyshield]

Some sketches of designs for creatures based on the Crane Wives’ current four albums. I tried to keep them relatively simple, so that I can make them into patches or even stickers in the future. I like to think they could voltron together to make my previous all-encompassing Crane Wives patch design.

More to come, for when Beyond Beyond Beyond comes out fully, and maybe for their live singles and Dogwood Studios. Probably going to do the Oh Hellos as well.

Close ups under the cut.

[eclipsionart]

Thing idk

[bblookyyy]

a lil guy

[oh-meow-swirls]

i think this was funnier in my head.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Mirrored Heavens

conclusion to a high fantasy trilogy set in a world inspired by pre-colonial america

Serapio, the newly crowned Carrion King, rules Tova, and tries to keep his power as enemies try to destroy him

Xiala is back among her people on the island of Teek - tries to learn about her newfound powers, and survive the violent occupation of her people

Naranpa is on a journey to control her Sun God powers to save Tova, while Iktan searches for her

[phantasmallow]

yay protogen time :D [ID: Image one is a digital drawing of a brown cat protogen with gazelle horns and white paws and tail tip. Their face plate is black with mint colored facial features. They have grey metal armor on their chest, dull gold rimmed shoulder plates with plant shapes in glowing mint, and metal upper legs that also have plates with plant shapes. There is a green and light purple flannel tied around their waist. They are drawn standing, laughing. Two smaller doodles have their hands on their face in excitement, and sitting on the ground with their paws open, text reading "12 dabloons".

Image two is multiple doodles in orange, red, and purple colored pencil with blue behind them. One is a profile drawing of their face, two is them sitting with their head tilted with a question mark, three is them with their arms raised and pixelated heart eyes, with a food package hovering above them, text reads "Item get: cream cheese danish" /End]

[hunnicute]

“Hello! You there, in the cot. I know you’re feeling sleepy, but I wonder if you’d mind taking a brief survey. I’m sure it will make you feel right as rain. Five questions.”

There’s a crackling over the speaker. Or maybe it’s in his head. Everything feels at once itchy and gloopy. He tries to sit up as the speaker fizzes, there’s mumbling on the other side but it’s indistinguishable as language.

“Where am I?” The man asks, pushing up from the bare cot, looking around the room which seems to be made up of concrete walls and little else.

“Close, the first question is actually: who are you?”

Where was it coming from? The voice seemed to echo off all of the walls, its source at the moment unknowable. The man jumps off the cot, barely that - it’s only some green canvas stretched over a metal frame, an intense prickling filling his brain and sinking down his spine. What was that called? Anxiety. This wasn’t right.

“What is this place, where am I?” He asks again, pacing the room. There’s one exit. A metal door set into the concrete walls. Beside it a black panel with dozens of tiny holes. The speaker. Beside the cot he woke up on there’s a chair made of metal. Florescent lights beam from the ceiling causing the man to squint as he zeros in on the speaker grill. He nearly trips over his feet reaching for the door. He tries the handle, it doesn’t budge. He pulls. Nothing. Pushes. More of the same. Not even any give in the hinges or lock. Whatever was holding it in place wasn’t something he could get past.

“Who are you?”

Calm down, breathe. The man tries to order his thoughts into rationality, fighting the building rage and stress that's filling his entire body. Find out what they want, if you can give it to them then you may make it out alive. If you can’t… convince them you can. The man analyses the voice. Young, most likely male, tone what could be called chipper. It doesn’t seem threatening, or deceptive. Still best to be cautious.

“Who are you?” The voice comes once more, some of the cheerful edge is dulled this time, like it expected an answer by now and doesn’t know why it’s not getting a response. Like turning on the radio and expecting a song but only getting static when everything seems to be in working order.

Play along for now, the man thinks. He goes to answer, only to find out he can’t. Nothing’s physically stopping him, there’s air in his lungs and his lips are free to move. But he can’t answer. The simplest of questions, he reaches for the information in his brain and it’s just- gone. He clamps his jaw shut, teeth clicking together. His veins turn to ice.

What the hell is going on here.

“If you can’t answer, feel free to say unknown.”

He needs to get out. He needs to get to- Make sure- Is safe- It’s his job to- Home is-

There’s only one way out of this room, built of concrete and smelling of freshly printed pages and antiseptic (how does he know that?) and it’s through that door. Whoever is talking through the speaker can open it. He picks up his hat and runs a hand through his sandy blonde hair.

“I don’t know.” The man says, voice floating out of him like it doesn’t even belong to him. Maybe it doesn’t, how would he know?

“Unknown. Okay. Second question, in which US state or territory were you born?” He reaches for it. Nothing again. The ice in his veins spreads again, as the anxiety builds. His breath speeds up and his fists clench. He takes a step back from the door. Stay calm. He shakes his head. They must be watching him because the voice goes on.

“Unknown! Great.” Some of the chipperness has returned. He didn’t notice the round black bump above the door before, like a beady eye staring him down. How does he know that it’s a camera? He’s never seen one before, but he knows exactly what it is and what it does. The urge to run begins to overwhelm him the longer this goes on. His stomach twists with nausea. Commonly caused by motion sickness, intense pain, early pregnancy, food poisoning, various enteroviruses or in this case emotional distress.

“Question three, please name any US state or territory.”

“Uh- I don’t know… Delaware.” Delaware? Where did that come from? What else? Georgia. Iowa. Alaska.

“Delaware.”

New York, California, Virginia, New Mexico.

“Question four, what is Mr. Eagan’s favourite breakfast?”

Illinois, Rhode Island, Texas, Idaho. There’s another voice in the background, one he hasn’t heard up until now. It’s deeper, exasperated. God, he thinks it says. The chipper voice ignores it. So there’s someone else there. Maybe someone higher up, someone in charge?

“I don’t know who that is.” He reaches for the handle of the door again and jiggles it futilely. “Maybe we can have a conversation and you can tell me face to face.”

“I’d love to chat with you, after we finish the survey.”

He lets out a terse laugh, a smile tightening his lips - but not with amusement. The action feels familiar.

“And would you look at that, we’re on the final question! To the best of your memory, what is or was the colour of your mother’s eyes?” Does he even have a mother? He must. Everyone has a mother. The nausea threatens to take over and the man turns around looking for a bucket or a trash can. There’s nothing but the cot and the chair. He stumbles towards them.

“I don’t remember.”

“Unknown! Wow!”

“What the hell is this?”

“Unknown, unknown, Delaware, unknown and unknown right?”

“Look if you don’t tell me what the hell I’m doing here I-“

The door swings open and out of it comes a kid who can’t be older than 17, holding a clipboard and grinning behind large circular glasses.

“Gee sir, you got a perfect score! And quicker than most too, that first question is usually what really trips people up but you done it just swell.”

[synoicus]

A once magnanimous guardian spirit, burdened by the people to bear the weight of two suns.