#mavrik art

[roetrolls]

I wasn't initially gonna post Mavrik until I knew more about her but I changed my mind because I wanna show off the new stuff I've been trying (largely inspired by the things I like in Newt's art hehe)

I've been trying some new brushes for sketching and lines too :}

Anyways Mav's a scavenger who salvages spare parts with their partner (@/fantrollology) to sell and modify their ship. She can see through the machinery to locate the best parts!

She also frequents a junkyard/biker planet I've been cooking for a while now, I need to develop that some more.

[noried]

happy first nhl goal mav :)

[kitnita]

i've called mav some variation of a pathetic sopping wet cat enough times that when i finished this study from before his doomed playoffs debut it felt weird that he didn't have cat ears. he couldn't just stand there sopping wet and pathetic without cat ears. so i gave him cat ears 🥰

[gensjunia]

a couple mavs from the springtime :)

[alfiely-art]

Drew some ocs in homestuck panels

(He/Him for Marion, He/They Calyptra and Caltraps, all pronouns for Mavrik, They/Them for Formic)

[footlongdingledong2]

sequence of drawings i did for an rp bit

additional characters belong 2 @chemol-2 @k1tkatv and @hadal-blacksite-system

bonus cause its funny and idk where else to upload it. nostalgia caprac

[chowtrolls]

TWO OF THEM TWO OF THEM!!! new guys......

the violet is Mavrik Conrod (he/they), commander of a small combat search & rescue unit! He's been around a while, committed to never retiring only because SOMEONE has to make sure those deemed "fodder" get rescued at some point. He has some quiet history with the Monark family but isn't one to show his grief. He's a handy mechanic, knows his way around most ships and planes, considers himself to be a decent medic too. Dia actually looked up to him when he was a kid!

The jade is Winter Phytin (he/it), a cavern abandoner! He left the caverns when one of his friends was turned into a drinker. Since then, it's held a strong bitter fear of turning into one itself! It LOVES to hike and wander, never really finding a true home, always wandering. It's terrified of death and the undead- to the point of becoming a bit of a hypochondriac. It battles itself constantly, craving adventure and fun but being afraid of death or getting hurt. It often drags strangers on trips with it! He found those boots in a dumpster, nearby a dumped body. Don't ask. He's just happy he didn't have to pay for them.

[starscelly]

Hi, anon with the mush/mavrik pairing here.

It's basically a small town au. Mavrik and Harley go to the same college and Mav went back to Harley's town with him for the summer and like... Met all the guys in the most ridiculous ways and ended up getting a summer job at the local flower shop and Mush just falls in love with him and tries to flirt with him in french.

I had Dell be Harley's bestie and always come over unannounced but like. Everyone loves having him around even if he is a gremlin (he works as a mechanic at Faksa's auto shop with Kivi).

(I should mention that I have Roope and Miro owning a bar together, Harley works there during the summer. And then Jani is a butcher bc just look at him)

I just really want motivation to continue it and i want to make it work so bad 😭 i dont wanna give up on it

oghhhh i love a small town au !!! all their little occupations are so fun and so perfect omg. esp grease gremlin delly so true … this all sounds so cute i hope u get the motivation to work on it back!!! it’s the Worst when u love a project but just have no will to work on it )):

also uhhh. sorry this took 5 million yrs to respond . but i heard mechanic delly and harls roope miro bartending together and i blacked out and had to do some silly doodles …. hope u enjoy

[prismagirlart]

The name buddies! Mavrik and Mavrik!

The Mavrik that isn't my Mavrik belongs to @jandro-of-ale!

[mavrik-m21]

ART for the SOUL - a Gallery Exhibition by a Mavrik

Art can assist in mending the soul. The Yellow Submarine by Mavrik Paris to Remember by Mavrik Ladies on the Champs Elysees by Mavrik The Return by Mavrik The Gathering by Mavrik Meeting in the Heavens by Mavrik Adiuva me mutare mundi

[mistfunk]

Mistigram: the first bulletin board service, Ward Christensen and Randy Suess's CBBS, launched 45 years ago today. Sixteen years later came along Mistigris' first WHQ BBS, #TheScreamingTomato, run by SysOp Nitnatsnoc. This #ANSIart advertisement for it, featuring the Image Comics character #Pitt, was drawn by Mavrik and included in our debut MIST1094 artpack collection released 29 years ago.

[homicidalfantrolls]

Call My Name

In which Dia is recovering from a loss and Paenit does all he can to help him through it. (Click title for matching song)

a sorta sequel/alt POV to It’s All Decay

art (in order) by ridiculousfantrolls and byrdstrolls. I love u both thank u for ur help and amazing art <3

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Before Dia had even left, you had already been imagining what would happen when he got back.

Some younger, more naive part of you fantasized about him jumping into your arms like no time had passed. The more realistic part of you knew he’d probably say something snarky before demanding a pair of your pants so he could take a nap in your bed. The part of you that missed him so much it hurt just hoped he would give you a hug and say nothing at all.

When you received the news that Twitch and Hanagi Cheong’s ship had been found in the deepest reaches of space, only one of them having survived, you knew none of the situations you had envisioned would come to pass.

In her dying breaths, his sister had offered him probably the best gift he could ask for, yet something you knew he never would, something he would have given back in a heartbeat. A way out. A ticket out of the fleet, one that wouldn’t put him or his loved ones in danger. He wouldn’t hug you, he wouldn’t say he missed you. He wouldn’t say anything. Dia might not come back at all. You wouldn’t blame him for a second.

Your longing for him only grows worse as one of your crew members crashes on a routine supply run. As Mavrik Conrod of all people arrives to rescue her. A man you hadn’t seen since he lied to your face about the circumstances surrounding Daisee’s death, a man you hoped you’d never see again.

You had never expected to receive a warning before your medic returned. If it was any other person on your crew, you would have gotten a ping letting you know a shuttle was on its way to deliver them back to duty. Even if you expected Dia to return at all, you knew you wouldn’t get a message for it.

It was amazing how, getting no warning whatsoever that he was returning, his timing was almost too horrible to be accidental.

Your hand throbbed as violet blue blood dripped from it, dripping onto the floor where Mavrik was lying in a small pool of his own blood, groaning.

And there was Jodiah Monark, standing in the doorway. Looking like he hadn’t slept in a week and hadn’t eaten in twice that time. His eyes sunken, his brother’s pants struggling to hold onto his almost emaciated hips.

And yet he looked just as beautiful as you remember.

Dia helped Mavrik as you retreated to your block. Even when you were confronted by him, you still couldn’t tell him the truth. You could only say you were sorry. And he held you as you cried, took care of you despite how much you knew he was hurting, how much he needed you to hold him instead.

When he fell asleep on your chest, you told yourself you would do whatever you could to make him smile again.

And over the next few months, you had desperately wanted to. You could only watch as Dia drew further and further into himself. As we went from having meals in the mess hall, to having them in his block, to finally not having them at all.

More often than not, when you returned to take his leftovers they hadn’t been touched at all. After too many times of returning to a full plate, you had told him you wouldn’t leave until he ate. And from then on, you had to sit in the block with him, looking out the window, petting his hair and feeding him tater tots.

You’d only seen Dia’s face a handful of times since you two were young. He still didn’t let you see his face straight on, beyond when you were panicking, but thankfully the reflection of the window and his own exhaustion made it safe for you to admire his features. Age had changed it in much the same way it had you. But whereas your stern features had softened, his soft face had grown hard over the sweeps. The smile lines around his eyes were accompanied by dark circles, his normally blindingly bright eyes dim with exhaustion.

And yet, as you watched his face in the reflection of the window, you couldn’t help but still be awed at how beautiful he was.

The weeks faded into months, though in space the days blended together seamlessly. Trying to encourage Dia to leave his block was about as easy as the time you tried to shoot your name into the side of a building. With the machine gun on your jet. Mostly because he hadn’t said a word in months. Not since he said you should find a new medic. Not since you told him you already had a medic and saw no point in looking for another.

You didn’t mind. You spent your time with him talking about whatever came to mind. Types of guns, planes, who Ship Cat had bitten that day (you). Occasionally you would a smile or very rarely a scoff. But he never said anything. Even when you kissed his cheek and told him you had to get back to work, and you’d look forward to seeing him later. He just nodded and continued to stare out the window as you left, his eyes seeing beyond the glass, beyond the stars and galaxies and planets. Watching something only he could see, seeing something only he knew was there. You told yourself you would stay over when he invited you to. He never did.

Three months after Twitch’s death, after Dia had returned to your ship, little had changed. You had changed up the things you fed him, knowing he couldn’t survive on potatoes for forever. But you were still bound to whatever he would eat, and it wasn’t ever enough. You were just grateful that he wasn’t losing weight anymore.

As you broke off pieces of rice cake to feed him, you hadn’t noticed you had started humming ever so softly. A song as ingrained into your bones as your genetic code, a song Daisee has sung to you since she had found you half feral in a dumpster.

Jodiah melts against you, letting you finish feeding him the small meal you had prepared. Your eyes glance to the clock i’m the corner. It had been getting late, the proceeding night having been filled with training exercises and the following one going to be filled with even more. You didn’t want to leave. You didn’t want to remove your head from his shoulder, your arms from around his waist. You didn’t want your eyes to leave the reflection of his face in the window.

You kiss his cheek softly and pull away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Try to get some sleep.”

You climb off the bed, giving his face one last glance before you open the door.

And for the first time in months, you hear him.

“Paenit?” Dia’s voice, rough with disuse and quiet with apprehension breaks the silence.

Your hand pauses on the doorknob, your grip faltering. For a second, you think you might have hallucinated it. That heart sickness and desire had gotten the best of you, had you hearing things you desperately wanted to for so long.

But when you turn, your eyes meeting his, the mask having returned to his face, you knew it hadn’t been a dream.

Without even registering you had moved, you had pulled him into your arms, his face pressed into your shoulder and your hand cradling his head. Dia’s body shakes with sobs as his fingers curl into your jacket, your hand continuing to stroke his head ever so gently.

You hold him there until he doesn’t have the energy to cry anymore, as harsh sobs fade into soft breaths as exhaustion wins the battle for his body and he goes limp against you. You hold him as he his stiff body relaxes, as he curls against your chest and finally lets you take care of him. You’re not sure at what point you take your jacket off, at what point you lay down with him curled up on your chest and your legs tangled together like necklaces lost in a jewelry box.

You press your lips to his forehead, shifting your attention to the window that had been holding all of his attention for months. Your eyes watch the stars, the galaxies, the planets out the window. Not seeing passed them, not finding any answers hidden in them. To you, they’re the same as they always had been.

“Thank you,” you whisper to the stars. “For answering him.”

[nocturnalcorgi]

Mavrik TiniChibi

Commission for @/KaijuKing on discord.  If you enjoy my art please be sure to check out my other social medias where I post art [here] ! Also check out my commissions [here] !!

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[alfiely-art]

Muy trolls

[jandro-of-ale]

Part 2 of my redesign for Mavrik! Heres him regular! I had a really hard time deciding on an outfit. His old one is something I was very unhappy with looking back on! I decided to lean as androgynous as I could and I think he came out really nice!