#plaguebreakers

[ogre-easy]

Vladmir Blote, my D&D character as well as my favorite oc, is all I’ve been drawing recently. He is a ridiculous frilly bowling ball and I love him.

Also Alt summer event pool party skin.

[dianadragonfly]

So how many fanfics can I read while I’m on plaguebreak?

The answer: all of them. All the fictions. Smutty ones, sweet ones, fluff, AUs crosses with all sorts of things I’ve never thought of. Ones that make me blush a little. Ones that make me cringe. Ones that make me think really naughty things at inappropriate times. Ones that make me question my knowledge of anatomy (is that even possible? Wouldn’t that hurt?)

Thank you, all you writers of fanfic, for the entertainment.

[ogre-easy]

       (banging out some tentative early worldbuilding for “Laughing Matter”)

 After years of experimenting on pea plants, the monk Gregor Mavislav managed to genetically unlock his own latent psychic abilities. For a full 15 seconds he displayed powers never before seen in a mortal man, until his grey matter turned to plasma and he dissipated into a fine mist. 

    The resulting psychic blow-back caused massive but impotent creatures from another dimension to materialize around the world. The exploitation of their body materials has led to genetic breakthroughs even Mavislav couldn’t of conceived.

(more under cut)

1) Towering over the Feral Wilds, this titan is a prime example of how eerily people-like these creatures can be. The natives of this area have named this specimen Big Bert

2) One of the rare aerial titans, these conjoined twins serve as a training ground for psychics. Their flowing hair is also treasured by Dandermen.

3) Years of baking under the harsh Hoodoonian sun has left this titan’s usually inedible flesh tender and flaky. The people of Hoodoo say a strip of meat from The Fiery Guy has a taste similar to bacon.

4) The people of Golo Mesa tamed the Wandering Moon with 100-foot long harpoons, thousands of feet of sturdy rope, and pure determination. The moon now resided permanently above and under their capital city.

5) When the boneless titan Apollo appeared inside the Breadbasket Colosseum, the people of Garden-of-Olives mourned the loss of their favorite gladiatorial arena. A new sport has arisen however, where teams fight to plant their flag atop the doughy summit.

6) The Chalk Downs is a sleepy place with a premium of sheep and a deficit of landmarks. So when a mountain of flesh appears in the middle of your field its sure to cause a few superstitions to spring up. Shepards all across the Downs claim that rubbing the top of Big Yan’s bald head can cure gout, toothache, , the wobbling boils, and plain old bad luck.

7) For hundreds of years the people of the Grey Wastes have buried their dead in the Labyrinthine Necropolis. Many of Its mausoleums have become impassible, however, since the Patterson Eel took up residence in the Labyrinth’s winding streets. Folks wishing to mourn their honored ancestors find that the services of a fleshcrafter are necessary to navigate the titans mile-long bulk.

[ogre-easy]

Some more Laughing matter doodles

[ogre-easy]

Vladmir Blote was the Royal Academies star pupil in the field of Humourism until he stumbled across his latent talent for the blasphemous art of Homunculus crafting. Vladmir was pardoned of his crimes after saving the royal penal ward from an outbreak of Whooping Sores, and offered a position on the Plaguebreakers.

On the field, Vladmir commands his Homunculi with an unshakable stout frame, garish outfit, and grating nasal voice. 

[ogre-easy]

More doodles.

Gutdragon, swine, the opium baron, the princess’ covered walker, gentleman.

[ogre-easy]

Some messy doobles, for a setting I’m calling “laughing Matter” right now.