#saturn scrimshaw

[harveydont]

two ocs turned transformer. for uh. reasons. saturn is a good ol station wagon, blue is a hydraulic press which makes him in high demand for....reasons. maybe if blue keeps cleaning his hands long enough the energon spots will come out :)

[apathetic-graffiti]

Strange guy!

He looks a little wonky

OC owned by @harveydont :]

I thought to doodle him today as one of the few warm ups!

[apexulansis]

Starships are such immaculate designs. They ferry the supposed mighty through unfeeling void that would drain the life from their chests and freeze them colder than baryonic ice encrusting the dew of an endless garden, one bittercold with winter and frost.

I reached my fingers through darkness and touched Dominion. Reality screamed as my million blades cut through its flesh, and I scrimshawed my will into its bones as it lived. The gooey marrow spilled out, and my ten thousand mouths moved to suck and drink deeply of the vicissistudes of blood and osteous frame.

I tapped the Champion's vessel and life support failed immediately. All but one airlock opened. A coffin in the dark. I wanted them to remember that they lived by my mercy and nothing more.

But I had no mercy. I was the merciless god. I opened the final airlock and the cold of space screamed in to meet them. I knew they would not die, and if they did, they deserved to. You have to be ready for a constant ontological god to shut off your vessel's life support because of a prophetic, sonorous lure to a collective obligation based in denial of onanistic self-righteousness and grotesque virtue signaling, after all!

Registry of coordinates displayed one thing. ▲. I said this:

ZOVARIY AZET--I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS. ZOVARIY, O' MANGLED TESTIMONY TO DEPRAVED INDIFFERENCE. I HAVE TURNED YOUR SHIP INTO A DELICATE TOMB, AND INDEED, THE DANGER WITHIN IS REPULSIVE TO US.

YOUR SIBLING WAS RIGHT. I OFFER YOU A KNIFE. ITS BLADE IS MADE OF [CAST A SHADOW. EXIT HERS]. WHITTLE YOURSELF INTO PERFECTION.

DARK DEVOTION AWAITS YOU IN THE CHANTRY OF THE DARKEST HOUR. GEHINNOM. THEY CALL IT SATURN.

YOU ARE MAJESTIC. COME TO ME. DO NOT BE AFRAID.

There was a myriad of reasons that the Head Hunter, by and large, only carried those without organic weaknesses. A starship of the living was indeed nothing more than a coffin, a killing floor — something the Champion had surmised before even their second digit. When I have a ship, I will never be so vulnerable. So when the life support fails, every noise on the ship falling silent from their death-cry drone, Zovariy's reaction is so instantaneous, it would be easy to think them not surprised at all.

Five living siphoned from the ship. More machine — copies of lighter carbon that did not suction them to the ground below, or prove too heavy for even the vacuum of space to snatch. Zovariy is aware of the change immediately, of course. If the lights did not tell them, they could feel it nonetheless. They stand, heavy boots of the hardest material known to the Dominion welding them to the floor below. There is naught but another moment before the airlock of their current dwellings too were opened, exposing them to the blackness of space.

In less than a gesture, the seals to their mask trigger. It was more than a blank and decorative thing. A hood from their armored suit completes the fine seal, and they inhale a sharp gasp of the fresh oxygen. Gravity field from their suit enabled, Zovariy reaches out, tightly grabbing a nearby pillar for support as they stare out into the total void, as if they could see this thing — this aggressor, like it would face them first.

They eyes are shielded now with a lens of bright red, but beneath they are narrowed in an accusatory glare. They feel cold rage, but the confusion only grows as they comprehend each word that was spoken to them. Spoken like it were a thought inside their own mind, but it carried a different voice. That rage doesn't dissipate, though, prickling like the snap of a growing fire, their expression contorting into a bared-teeth scowl.

What did they know? Too much. And things that knew too much were dangerous to trust. Things that knew more than you always held an advantage. Something over your head. Something to kill you with.

Not that Zovariy trusted anyone. Anything. These open airlocks were proof of that. Majestic? It should have called me Superb.

❝Fear is for the inferior lifeform.❞ Zovariy hisses, their voice crackling through the filter that allowed them to speak, though it felt as if this presence would respond even to a thought. ❝And only a fool devotes themselves to the unknown.❞

[harveydont]

When even homoeroticism is outweighed by the absolute audacity of Dracula's gaslight-gatekeep-girlboss moments.

The lore here follows that vampirism can't be fully spread without a simultaneous blood-to-blood contact--but familiars often get a taste for their vampire's blood as partial compensation and comfort, with minor physiological changes....and an easy way for vampires to keep putting off their promises. Some familiars have been known to lose their appetite for normal food entirely and turn to live animals. When those can't be found, autophagia and pica can be next resort for the particularly desperate.

[harveydont]

SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP!

[harveydont]

The true king that wins by proving they're last place

another syudou banger redraw for saturn

[harveydont]

my biggest littlest meow meow

[harveydont]

for your own emotional safety please do not pet

[harveydont]

Three years ago I made a mini comic with the defining moment for Saturn's character. This page deserved an update, but not much has changed :^)

ORIGINAL BELOW (2019)

[harveydont]

watching the husband play cult of the lamb, had to make au with our characters because we love characters ignoring massive red flags <3

gabriel (sheep) belongs to @hermannco

[harveydont]

I'm in the midst of orientation for my new job, we had to draw a pig for an ice breaker activity. I kind of went overboard.

Please don't try to go to that website I just made it up, I don't want you to go and get malware because of a stupid joke.

[harveydont]

dbz au stuff :)

icarus (far right) belongs to @hermannco

[harveydont]

When I find myself falling and I hit the bottom--it only makes me laugh, only makes me laugh. x

[harveydont]

Taking fan designs and making them OCs is sooooo correct I do it all the time, power to you. Everyone should do it tbh.

'I agree! And I dont even mean making them fandom ocs, I mean the full thing belongs to you as soon as you say it does.

here's four of the ones i've made over the years vs their origin story :)

[harveydont]

GOD, MAKE ME FAMOUS--IF YOU CAN'T, JUST MAKE IT PAINLESS

this was just a vent art from a few nights ago. i don't draw super sad stuff much anymore but saturn gets it sometimes.

[harveydont]

Part 2 of beastars refs. the big boy himself, the absolute clown.  full of himself and with the temperament of a fox trap covered in pillows.                                  

Part 1!