DrN1k0

✨Niko✨ He/Him ⚠️Nonsharing Self-Shipper⚠️ F/Os: Axel/Lea (KH), Astarion(BG3), and Mark Likely(DnDads)

[drn1k0]

Emergency Commissions

I'm opening up Clean Sketch Commissions

Headshot: $20

Half Body: $30

Full Body: $40

Extra People: $10

Intricate detail or background fee: $15

I attached some of my recent pieces to show what I mean by 'clean sketch' but, under the cut, I also attached recent, finished pieces to showcase the range of my skill!

[Mark Likely Design belonging to @graboidmilk]

[graboidmilk]

Blue Gold

Nickel dyes all his own clothes 👍

[graboidmilk]

Gold

And then I'd be blue for the rest of my life.

Today is Scam and I's 5th anniversary !! I decided to do a redraw of a (now really old) wedding photo I mocked up a few years ago.

I wanted it to be a bit of a 'renewing of vows' after making the decision to change my last name to Likely once I have the means to legally change everything.

The background image is STOLEN !!!! I STOLE IT !!!!! FROM GOOGLE !!!!!!!

[graboidmilk]

Just ask nicely

Based on a true story (that I'm SO sad I didn't get footage of <//3)

Irkaih belongs to @/sketchygatito

Me when I fucking lie bruh

[graboidmilk]

Falter

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This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, this wasn’t how it worked. His hunts were solitary and smooth, isolated and controlled. This, however, was chaos. It was disgusting, pandemonic chaos and Löllinger had felt it from the moment he’d been forced out onto the battlefield with every other failure of a hunter the guild seemed to be expecting him to work with.

It was a Gogmazios, what they’d been sent out to hunt. It was a Gogmazios.

They’d told him that it was an emergency, that the village of Azuz would be razed to ruin if they weren’t able to stop it. He’d scoffed, resting himself upon his hammer, feeling confident. He’d taken on plenty of monsters described in such a way, had helped others defeat monsters described in such a way, he knew that he’d be just fine, and thus so would the village.

Then he’d been informed that others would be joining him- that too fucking many people would be joining him.

No cohesion.

No privacy.

No control.

Yet, fucking somehow, Löllinger had been the casualty.

The monster had breached its own weight in an attempt to smack at another hunter on the far side of the field, and Löllinger had been clipped by the tail. It hadn’t really hurt, not too bad anyway, but it had sent him flying across the ground before skidding across the molten stone head-first. He’d heard König yell for him, but he was dazed. His head hurt. He just had to blink, he told himself; he just had to blink and then he’d be fine and right as rain, back into the fray just as he always was during these hunts. He told himself it wasn’t a big deal, because how could it be ? A few concussions were part of the job, after all.

But then he’d felt the wind. The heat. He’d felt air on his face and he’d realized that his goggles had broken, his mask had been ripped.

His face was exposed- no, worse than that- His mask had broken before, much to his own chagrin- here, his face was exposed on a battlefield full of other people. Other ‘hunters.’ Hunters that were pulling the monster this way and that and prodding and poking and making it so fucking hard to just do his job-

Löllinger’s expression dropped, and it only made everything worse. Anger, humiliation, he couldn’t stomach it.

“Löllinger !” König had called to him, but his hands were shaking. Löllinger reached up to his hood, still held in place by the buckles around his horns, and he tugged lose fabric against his face to hide it from any prying eyes.

Did any of them see ?

Löllinger felt like he couldn’t breathe.

König was calling his name when he’d fled the battlefield, hammer left in his frantic retreat.

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“Olivia said you’re not to leave the camp,” König informed mildly. It had been three days, and Löllinger hadn’t been able to look his palico in the eye since the incident, try after try that he might. This news only made the feeling worse.

“That’s ridiculous,” He sniffed, lips curled in a grinning sneer. “She can’t stop me- she’s not the one I was told to take orders from. We’ll just go out like we always do anyways. There’s not much she can do about it.”

“The orders are from Fabius. And I agree with him.” The fucking traitor. Löllinger could feel his jaw tighten until near pain, and he turned his face further toward König in defiance.

“You agree with him,” Löllinger spat mockingly. “You agree with him, do you ? Yeah, you fucking would-”

“It’s not like that-”

“Sure as hell what it seems like. They want to ruin my fucking hunt-”

“It was the guild’s hunt, not yours.”

“My fucking hunt ! They don’t get to ruin my fucking hunt after months of kissing the fucking ground I walk on ! I didn’t need any help ! I’ve never needed any fucking help !” Löllinger snapped, turning to finally face his snarl towards the felyne that stared back at him, clearly having expected the outburst based on the controlled expression on his face.

“They felt a duty to help, just as you had a duty to assist them,” König attempted to explain, tone strained in its forced calm. “This is the best case scenario.”

“The best-” Löllinger fully rounded on his palico, using his height to tower over and intimidate the animal with a vicious bare of sharp teeth, “The best case scenario ? I’m the best fucking hunter there’s ever been and I’ve been fucking grounded to my tent like a god damn child !” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How could König say this to him ? He thought König understood, he thought König was his friend. This was inconceivable, that he’d agree with such idiocy. “This is the ‘best case scenario’ to you !?”

“They wanted to arrest you,” König informed, tone sharper now. Löllinger’s mouth shut, teeth clicking together unhappily as he’s faced with the new information. “Olivia called for your guild membership to be revoked and for you to be charged for your reckless selfishness. Claimed that you’re a danger and that the monster got away because of you- I talked them down from it. This is the best case scenario, Loel.”

Löllinger’s throat felt tight, and he suddenly found that his never-ending eye contact was forced to waver with his own discomfort, just as it had seemed to be doing the entirety of the aftermath. That bitch had been practically fiending for an opportunity to kick him from the guild the moment she’d met him, he can’t even understand why he was surprised to learn that König had to defend him from her. Still, the fact that the others had considered it all is bad, really fucking bad. How far had he slipped ?

“You said the Gogmazios got away ?” Löllinger asked, voice dry in a grief that could only ever be described as selfish. König’s eyes softened, the kind that the hunter could feel comfort in, not the dangerous pity that others always offered.

“Yes. They got it to change course, at least for the time being. They expect it to be coming back any day, but Azuz is still standing for now.” Löllinger’s eyes drifted off for a moment in thought, König’s words knocking around in his head. 

There was still a chance for himself, then.

Löllinger’s grin widened, from lazy to proud.

“I didn’t know you were such a successful lawyer, König,” The hybrid purred, eyes half-lidded with delight as he passed by the palico with a cautious saunter, risking a peek outside of his tent. He held the fabric close to him so that his face stayed out of view, a single crimson and amber eye peering into the darkness. He blinked slowly.

“What on Earth could you have said to them to make them give up something as serious as jail time ?” Löllinger prodded, predatory gaze following his handler as she seemingly anxiously traversed through the crowd of panicking hunters, potentially looking for him. He hadn’t seen her since König had kept him in the tent. Did she think that he was dead ? She looked pretty when she was scared. “I told them the truth.” Löllinger’s focus shifted, and he was suddenly unable to keep his eye on Alma. König’s ear flicked, cautious, but he held himself firm and lifted his chin, even as his hunter turned to face him with an empty expression. “I told them that you’re sensitive. That you got overwhelmed, and became a liability. I told them that leaving was the best thing that could have happened, because you would have hurt somebody had you stayed.”

[graboidmilk]

Bruh can you fucking move

Original under the cut

I have no idea what this is from but it was just so absurd I HAD to draw it with them

[spenglerpedia]

I hate to do this but I recently had to take my chinchilla to the vet and am having issues covering the cost to make sure she is okay.

My commissions are open and I am more than willing to work with a budget if possible, anything helps at this point. If you're interested please feel free to reach out and if not please if you could share this post I'd be forever grateful.

[spenglerpedia]

I hate to do this but I recently had to take my chinchilla to the vet and am having issues covering the cost to make sure she is okay.

My commissions are open and I am more than willing to work with a budget if possible, anything helps at this point. If you're interested please feel free to reach out and if not please if you could share this post I'd be forever grateful.

[graboidmilk]

Territorial Aggression

[drn1k0]

Something, Something, Nesting Season

idk man, leave me alone lol

[Apollo belongs to me - MHSona]

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[graboidmilk]

Judas and Icarus belong to @drn1k0

[drn1k0]

Something, Something, Nesting Season

idk man, leave me alone lol

[Apollo belongs to me - MHSona]

[graboidmilk]

Rework of my ChalcanCoyle Swap AU

I mostly only altered designs, but you may notice a particularly glaring alteration lol

[drn1k0]

Seinfeld

Apollo casually just getting absolutely bodied by a Barioth.

I did, in fact, faint just after this screenshot and fail the mission o7

[drn1k0]

Hardheaded

[MHSona Apollo - Belongs to me]

[MHSona Löllinger -Belongs to @graboidmilk]

Where there's a will there's a way, right? He'll get it eventually.

[graboidmilk]

Accidental Catch