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Oh hey, I’m still alive. Whoops.

Totally pooped out of inspiration for my usual characters elsewhere and when all was lost, suddenly Warwick. And the bunch of songs I was listening to at  the time which also pass as the playlist for her bedroom-hairbrush-jamming-out sessions.

Praise be to the Monster Queen.

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There is almost always an accidental Warwick along with me returning from nowhere. Here she is.

But seriously I was having a chat with a friend about my favourite characters that I’ve made and...Well I got onto Warwick somehow. Not even somehow.

Firstly part of the chat was about me and my ability to just make femme and NB characters mostly these days. Being super gay does this to a girl. Warwick had a huge part in that, of this I’m certain.

Then there was one of my current and most loved characters. Julieta ‘V’ Varyllis. I’ve done a lot with her over her two years and right now I’m compiling a playlist and writing some origins to one of her AUs. The one where she’s a ridiculously highly powered crime lord. 

V and Warwick could share a lot of songs from a playlist. A lot (Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande was the first one I kind of realised). And while V’s crime life is an AU (although she began as a Chaotic Neutral/Evil murderess, torturer, executioner and general corrupter of the innocent), Warwick is very much a bank-heisting, diamond-thieving bombshell in her canon life. Their personas are similar in a handful of aspects too and that’s most likely because, even though there’s probably about six years between their creation...I have a type (domineering, no time for modesty, intimidating, glamorous, good bad girl).

I had a bit of a moment and realised that Warwick (and Archie, Addy and Luke) will always fall into the category of ‘My Favourites’.

Let’s not get started on any similarities between Archie and Aelestri or I’ll cry at my own predictability.

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Oh look, a grossly neglected blog /sigh

I mean, I gotta face it right now, my gaming blog is way more populated in terms of junk I post. I’m forever writing, drawing, developing my characters over there. And I’ve definitely not had the attention span to manage two blogs over the past year and a bit...

Long story. In short, November 2015 I stopped working because my feet started breaking when I walked. These days it’s looking like major surgery/prosthetics on my lower legs just to walk so...yeah, understandably somethings have been a little on the weird side.

And then I got back to work January 2017, arthritis in my knees and hips, still waiting on surgery. Still weird.

But since I’m sort of getting places now I’ve kind of unintentionally expanded into developing (and redeveloping) some original work. One of the things I’m looking into making a bigger thing are the old ‘Dark Horizon’ settings, lore, stories and perhaps working something from that. 

And then there’s the new thing. Inspired by the huge epic fantasy stories, some kind of Dragon War Goddess Queen tale of giant dragon proportions. It needs a lot of fleshing out.

Anyway, the point is that either this blog or a new one is gunna be used for original works. I’ll probably keep this as an inspiration blog and make a new one for world building and stuff when I have a bit more content.

Anyway.

That’s where I’ve been.

Gaming/RP Blog: [email protected]

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Sometimes it’s just time to consider writing DH Universe things while scribbling some Hobo Lion and...Warwick.

Did I just want to scribble the Queen looking a little disheveled? Yes.

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TE scribbles from ages ago and two more recent SAI scribbles. Similar poses? Yes Ma’am I’m tired and lazy and fight me.

It’s been like eight years and I still have no excuse for Warwick. I’ll have to accept it at some point. There’s no excuse owo;;;

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Flower shop AU

Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?”

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Omfg

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MY TIME HAS COME

so you’d need a bouquet of geraniums (stupidity), foxglove (insincerity), meadowsweet (uselessness), yellow carnations (you have disappointed me), and orange lilies (hatred). it would be quite striking! and full of loathing.

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You don’t know how much I needed this

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Couple of doodles from Tegaki while I get my head back around how it works (and working without a zoom).

Left: Quinn looking annoyed at something off screen. Right: Daria, Vulpix gijinka, in a pretty normal pose for her.

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And a most recent tiny Warwick doodle because Monster Mama warm-up uwu

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Eidolon doodles.

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Pathfinder scribbles.

Quinn’s Eidolon, Sheidra, got a mask to disguise herself. Worked like a charm.

And our paranoid sorcerer likes to detect magic literally everywhere and never finds anything, however whenever he’s beaten to it by our bard, something shows up. It’s a thing.

Quinn learns a new skill. None are detected. Ever.

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Had to find a picture for my new Pathfinder character. I said I’d draw one and DM said that if I didn’t get one to him by ‘soon’ I’d be forever stuck with a silly picture of his choice. Hence I went and did this.

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Yutso (painting time lapse) by Annelie Solis

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Eternally hairship trash.

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Doodle page. Super rusty on drawing lads. 

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This could be interesting.

“Breaking news: Protests at the Capital Military Headquarters follow the announcement of plans to open a new detainment centre. The cracking down on laws surrounding the existence or assistance of any known or unknown Mutant has created population issues in the existing centres. We have a reporter on the scene. What’s it li-”

“Why don’t we just kill them all?”

Only eleven years old, Luke’s attention flipped from the screen to his Father beside him. His brow was furrowed, clearly working over the situation he’d seen in his mind, trying to come to some clearer reasoning.

His father chuckled and ruffled his hair, “If only it were that easy, dear boy. They’ll arrest as many of them as they can catch, definitely, and chances are some of them will never see the light of day again. The problem we have today are these dissenters. If we start shooting publicly, they’ll just protest more.”

“They why not kill all of them?”

The elder man’s brows rose, a proud grin on his face, “Luke, you’re ambitious and I’m glad you are. But there’s more to politics than ambition and force of will. You’ll learn the ins and outs soon enough.”

Disappointed with the answers, Luke sunk down in his chair more, glaring at the screen once again, arms folded.

“...Missing. Detectives are certain this is the work of a Mutant but the investigation will continue into the whereabouts of the bodies.”

Brimming with curiosity and questions, Luke turned again only to see his Father had risen, heading towards the woman and young girl that had entered the room. His attentions were on his wife. A kiss to the forehead, a brief touching of hands. It had always seemed rehearsed somehow, like cardboard, stiff yet easy broken. 

“What did the school say, Dearest?”

The woman looked solemn, reluctant to speak, “They’re considering expelling her...”

There were eyes on the girl before the sentence had finished, glowering stares that screamed of only bad things. Still set on the tiny figure at her mother’s side, he spoke, “And why haven’t they done so already?”

“Darling, her grades are immaculate. Academically she’s surpassed her brother, but it’s her behaviour that’s appalling. She’s going to make herself a bad reputation before you’ve even had a chance to find a match for her.”

Gaze flickered back to his wife, softened and still hollow, “Don’t fret, Dearest. It’s just a phase, she’ll be right as rain soon. If she’s as smart as her brother, as you say she is, she’ll know her place.”

On occasion he’d be away on business for weeks at a time. He was a highly connected military man after all, it befit his position that he was required at state events and matters of importance. The planning of the Southern Detainment Centre was a matter of most importance. 

“We visited the Western Detainment Centre for wall specs. You know they look much smaller on the screen.”

Father, Mother and Son gathered on a sofa listening to the past month of an important man’s life. Daughter, clearly unimpressed seated on a chair nearby, eyes fixed on the screen flickering images of a nonsense show.

“Which reminds me, I bought back a gift for you Luke.”

His bright green eyes lit up with glee, turning to look over the back of the sofa as his father stood and wandered, coming back with a wrapped package in hand. A neat package, brown paper, tied loosely with string. Not for long, for as soon as it found itself in Luke’s hands it was snatched away, string pulled tight and paper torn off.

Not entirely sure what he was looking at, Luke looked to his father for explanation. His mother shuffled uncomfortably in her seat, colour draining from her face. With careless hands the boy lifted the heavy, lightly furred material. Grey in colour. Leathery on one side.

“Mutant hide.”

A loud gasp punctuated the silence, Luke bouncing happily in his seat, “Is it real? Did you see them kill it?”

Again, his mother moved, leaving her seat and clearly unhappy with the situation. The girl on the chair watched as her father stood, pushed his wife back into the chair with a growled ‘stay’. She didn’t look at the skin. The girl did. Her face a picture of fury like none had seen on one so young.

Luke swung the skin over his shoulders, standing abruptly and making a face. Exclaiming he was a monster. Laughing excitedly, father encouraging him when he made a scene of play attacking his mother.

“Lighten up Dearest, he’s just having fun.”

Another exaggerated noise cut through his father’s speaking as he turned to the girl in the chair, a wicked smirk on his face.

“Hey Warwick, you think this could be that friend you had that they shot?”

The last word left his mouth with a yelp as she leapt at him, forehead to nose, hands clawing furiously at his face. The scream that left her brother was by all accounts pathetic as he tried to scramble away, dropping the hide and prying the tiny figure away from him.

The scuffle didn’t last long. Before Warwick understood what had happened she was across the room on the floor, lip bleeding. Their father was standing over Luke, a bloodied fist clenched by his side, the other grasping the boy’s collar.

“Get your child out of my sight, woman.”

No more words needed to be said. Her mother sprung to her feet, gathered the dazed girl in her arms and retreated from the room.

It had bruised well. Warwick had to tell the girls at school that she’d tripped and landed badly when she was caught ‘playing with Mummy’s grown up shoes’. The lie was bitter on her tongue and she rarely said it without a snarl. 

Her father had forced her into seeing a therapist immediately. Clearly there was something wrong. She was a girl of good breeding, she should be quiet and demure and innocent. Not...whatever she was. As hard as the therapist had tried, she was incurably misbehaved and she was discharged much to her father’s disgust.

Ever since, her mother had had her home schooled. Forced her to repeat lines to ‘make her better’. The girl appeared little more than a disappointment.

“You’ll never keep a husband if you carry on like this.”

Warwick was silent as her mother brushed her hair. They were all pale haired, Warwick and Luke the lightest of them. 

“I don’t want a husband.”

An exasperated sigh left her mother, pausing with the brush, “Warwick, you’re too young to be make decisions about that. That’s why your father will pick a match for you. You’ll get married, have babies...”

“I don’t want babies.”

“You will though. You’re a girl, you’re too young to understand now. But give it a few years and you’ll be a woman and you’ll want all these things. All women should do.”

She gritted her teeth, frowning darkly. The same frown that always followed ‘you’re too young’. It wasn’t a new phrase and Warwick hated it with a passion. She knew what she wanted and yet for some reason no one would listen to her. 

“Done. Run along to your room and be quiet.”

A small shove propelled her off the seat and without revealing her scowl, Warwick headed to her bedroom. Shutting the door she turned around to see Luke, skin spread across her bed, himself sitting in the middle.

“You look ugly with that bruise on your face,” he said with a grin, clearly having enjoyed everything that lead up to his sister’s temporary demise, “That was pretty stupid to do, huh?”

Her lips stayed sealed and she stood, staring her brother down, waiting for him to leave.

“I asked you a question. You’re stupid, huh?”

More silence. Heavier this time. Warwick wondered if he could hear the way her heart was racing in her chest. If he could hear the same pounding she could hear in her ears.

He was standing, arm raised to strike her across the face.

Even thinking about it she wasn’t sure where it came from. The voice. The hissing, inhuman sound that left her. The speed at which she grasped her brother’s arm, twisted it and threw him to the ground. 

She could taste blood again. Like the time her father hit her, except this time it wasn’t a shock. It wasn’t forced upon her.

It was a craving.

Luke was on the floor. Silent. Staring. She wasn’t sure why. usually he’d be whimpering, whining for his Daddy to rescue him but he wasn’t moving. Barely breathing. Just staring.

And she moved. Left her room. Walked back to her mothers room. The last thing she could recall was her mother’s shrill screaming.

“...House staff found blood and body parts on entering the house the following morning. Only one survivor remained in the house. Master Nightingale has been questioned regarding the disappearance of his family, the owner of the Military weapons manufacturing giant Nightingale Ltd., his wife and daughter. As of yet, Master Nightingale has been held in hospital and is supposedly suffering from shock which Doctors say may take time to subside...” 

“...Forensics have positively identified the remains as those of Mr and Mrs Nightingale and daughter, Warwick Nightingale, although most of the bodies appear to be missing...”

“Detectives are certain the murder is Mutant related. Master Nightingale has been released into care...”

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Felt the need to get some doodles that weren’t game related in between commissions.

Couple of draws of the Monster Matriarch herself.

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actual forest princess

remake of this thing i did last year