Lio the Drawist - Comms Open

(Previously Leokumitrash) Hi! You can call me Lio. You'll find a lot of art here, some of it spicy or adjacent. If you find a story you want to write in my art, please do! Tag me, DM me, send me an ask when it's up, I'd love to see it. I do not allow reposting of my art on any platform. I may add it myself if you ask. I also do not allow the use of my work in AI. Jedi Fallen Order/Survivor Reference Folder: https://www.tumblr.com/corvidscreams/728400127559090176/jedi-fallen-ordersurvivor-reference-post

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Commission Details

It’s about time I put my commission sheet up, so here we are. DM with any questions or requests.

Transcription and details under the cut

Pricing as follows:

Sketches: Head - $10 Waist Up - $20 Full Body - $35

Lineart: Head - $15 Waist Up - $35 Full Body - $50

Flat Colors: Head - $25 Waist Up - $50 Full Body - $75

Shaded: Head - $35 Waist Up - $65 Full Body - $90

Sketch Sheet - $75 - Includes 5-9 sketches of various cutoffs and poses and a discount on future commissions based on featured sketches.

Additions: Additional Characters add half price. Simple Backgrounds - $15 Complex Backgrounds - TBD by Comm Color Variations - $10+, increasing with complexity

Comms will include: - Final Renders at requested level and all previous levels. (Ex. Shaded comms will include Flats, Lineart, and sketches) - When applicable, Lines files will come with a transparent version. - Final renders with and without watermarks. - Commissions may be posted to tumblr with permission and watermark. (See ‘my comms’ tag)

I accept payment via Paypal and Venmo.

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Started reading miles high, in the deep (rated M) by @mikkalia and got hit by the need to visualize. Y'all should go read it.

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What are friends for if not to wax poetic about the buff pirates you come across?

(1,2,4,5,6)

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Lucky Cal that a helpful Mer happened to be swimming by just as he lost his rebreather. Naturally, I had to get some spyscrapper in at some point.

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Mermaid au but demons are aquatic and live in the sea. Fortuna is still on an island so that’s a problem, and the kids are taught to avoid the water so it took Nero a while to learn about his personal side effects when swimming.

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For the mermay art: Selkie cal. Maybe trusting someone with his seal skin? (Do selkies count as mermay?)

Cal was lucky in the early days on Bracca. There was only one person present to see his slip up.

Secret bonus baby seal!

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It’s Mermay! Time for Cal.

Jedi as Mermaids who glow when using the force. Cal is a koi because: 1. Pale 2. Ginger 3. Speckles.

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So Coral Island said Mer-Rays and I agree.

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For mermaids you should do a hunting mermaid or merman with like a couple sharks theyre using like hound dogs

Much like canon, the mers of Dathomir are adept at the breeding and training very dangerous beasts.

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Hey. Hey, y’all. Cassian Andor x Karis Nemik. Send tweet.

After Cassian is sure Nemik is breathing again, he’s gotta make sure Nemik knows to keep his mouth shut.

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You mean my secret new brainrot? Well don't mind if I do~

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Mermay comes bearing Devils.

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mermay prompt: Altair drowning because siren of your choice has him entangled like the incapable-of-swimming novice he is 😂😂

Gotta say, I am a big fan of revenge plots. How does Altair get out of this one? You tell me.

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The most badass women you've ever seen, Mermay edition.

More of the DMC mer au. Lady, naturally, has top-of-the-line demon hunting gear and Trish, as with all suitably powerful demons, possesses transformative abilities that allow her to walk or swim as she wills.

Individual shots under the cut.

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For the mermay art: you know the classic ‘sailor saved from drowning/mermaid who saves them’ dynamic? The one that is not-so-secretly the little mermaid in disguise? Yeah that for bodecal. Please.

Distant but unmistakable sound of Part of Your World (Reprise)

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Mer!Boba and his Tookafish, Princess. Because maybe Tooka deserve to be fish too.

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I need more baby clone spelkies.

Optional actual prompt: Jango has just chucked a spelkie clone into the tossing seas of kamino after handing it it’s kar’ta beskar.

So it was this (Kar'ta Beskar conveyor belt) or it was Lion King yeet.

Some au notes for those who don't live in my head rent free:

Mandalorians are selkies and the Kar'ta Beskar fills the role of their coat

The rest of the armor surrounding a Mandalorian does not necessarily begin as Beskar and is instead altered by the presence of the Kar'ta over time and will similarly revert if removed. This is one of Mandalore's greatest secrets.

They start out small and chubby and seal-shaped and grow larger and leaner and sharper until they reach their adult Mythosaur form (water type)

The Kaminoans confiscate the Kar'ta Beskar'e shortly after decanting to encourage docility

Various versions of the au involve the clones finding/having their Kar'ta Beskar'e returned to them and discovering the soul-deep joy of having something they never knew was missing made whole

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Yeah, tbh I have no idea why you’re not charging rent…

Spelkie fic! I forgot to write this in advance so all mistakes are @corvidscreams fault (or mine. one of these.)

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There had been reassurances, Jango thought as he stared at the drawer full of kar’ta beskar’e. The Kaminiise had sworn— but then, what worth was the word of one who had no soul?

“Sir?” one of the clones… one of the children asked quietly, and when Jango looked down at them there was fear in their eyes, badly hidden. He lifted a hand to touch their head, the same sort of gesture he normally reserved exclusively for Boba, Boba who had his soul on a chain forged of shining beskar in his pram with him, and not labelled with a number and hidden in a drawer that closed with a flimsy lock.

The child flinched. Jango curled his fingers into a fist instead, and pulled back.

He wondered why his own soul was still bright in the center of his skin, why it still rang as he step with the sounds of true beskar’gam, if the clones were… if this were real.

“How,” he whispered, opening another drawer, and another. How could they have hidden this from him? How could they have kept him from seeing this? How could the other trainers not have seen?

It beggared belief.

It made something uneasy curl in his gut and he glanced around, then up at the surveillance system in the corner of the ceiling.

“Get me something to pack these in,” Jango said.

“But, sir, we’re not allowed to touch them! The Kaminoans said so!” the child replied, flinching slightly again.

“These don’t belong to the Kaminoans,” Jango replied with a strange cold calm that felt like it would drown him— he, who could not drown.

“Yes, sir,” the child said, then they darted away, hopefully to get the required crates.

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It came down to this, in the end: a firefight through the corridors, with half of Jango’s men taking up arms against him, the clone-children caught in between. They’d withdrawn from the barracks, from the training rooms, taking the children with them as they went, up and out of the great platforms of Tipoca City until they were wedged against the furthest side of the landing area, right up against the raging seas.

The half of his men who still remembered their souls, who valued their skin, alternatively provided cover and bent to press kar’tase into the hands of the clones.

“It’s fine,” Jango tried to reassure the child in front of him, tiny and shivering in the lashing rain. “Mandalorians do not drown.”

“It feels wrong,” the child protested, even as they cradled the kar’ta to their chest. “It’s sticky!”

“We’ll sort everyone out later,” Jango said, hoping that would be true. “I swear it. Take it. Your siblings are waiting for you, can’t you see them?”

And they were, the tiny blubbery forms of barely-grown mythosaurs bobbing below them in the turgid seas. A few of Jango’s men were with them, keeping them contained, their own forms sleek and fearsome as the waters churned around them.

Finally, the child nodded, pressed their kar’ta to their sternum, and dove over the edge of the platform. Jango didn’t have time to watch and make sure they bobbed back up to the surface; he turned to the next child and handed them a kar’ta as well.

“It would probably be faster if you just pushed us in, sir,” they said, then dove after their sibling.

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In my heart, each of them gets a special bond with whoever’s heart they got in the initial escape.

Also, no I don’t know how they got off Kamino, and it’s been bugging me for literal years.

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important addition