I had the absolute honor of creating these special illustrations for Alex Rochon!
For his very own D&D one-shot, I designed every single character from the show — reimagined in fabulous, fantasy-inspired outfits!
Alex gave me wonderful descriptions and references for his vision, and together we brought these chaotic, lovable characters into a whole new world.
The DnD stream was hilarious, heartfelt, and so full of personality — and seeing the cast bring the designs to life was such a surreal moment!
Right after the stream, fans started drawing fanart of my designs!!
I’m honestly so proud and beyond grateful that something I created inspired others to create too.
Thank you again to Alex and the cast for trusting me with this magical project — and to everyone who’s shared love for the designs, you’ve made my artist heart so full 💕
(Also: everyone who draws fanart of my designs is now legally required to tag me in their posts. I don’t make the rules 😌)
The amazing digital circus: Digital Dungeon Danger
Happy 21st anniversary everyone! I was apart of the RePhanimated project! We're hoping the completed video will go up soon, but the project coordinator's channel is facing copyright issues with YouTube rn. Please keep an eye out for the finished video on the channel linked!
The original file for this was like the size of a crumb so I ended up having to trace the entire thing 💀 I naturally didn't follow my old lines entirely though and tried to be more mindful of contrast and stuff as I went too. So it's like a pseudo redraw. Which barely took less time than actually redrawing it lol. I still like it!!!
The colors here are matched to the original, but the palette for print is shown in the listing!
I’M SCREAMING. I LEGIT DID A DOUBLE TAKE AT THIS I LOVE IT SO MUCH (and from one of my favorite writers??? I am a huge fan.)
TALENT. LOOK AT IT.
OBVIOUSLY I HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING.
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‘We escaped.’
As the train ran through the sun dappled forest, bursts of light and shade raced through the windows. Danny glanced outside, catching the first golden rays of the morning.
‘They’re safe. We’re safe.’
Tucker grumbled beneath his breath, temple smushed against Danny’s shoulder and leaning even more onto Danny’s chest. His breaths are even and deep, unlike the shallow panicked gasps that haunted their steps last night. His glass slipped from the bridge of his nose, rattling in tandem with the conical wheels of the train on its tracks. Tucker hugged his PDA like a sacred teddy bear, with his bruised knee propped up on Danny’s leg. Even when he sleeps, Tucker did not cease to speak. Danny would never want to live in a world where Tucker and his jokes and words stopped flowing.
‘They’re alive.’
On the other side, Sam leaned her head against Danny’s shoulder. Her purple hair brushed against the fabric of his hoodie as she slept. Her earrings dangled, swaying as the train rumbled through the forests that she loved. There was a hint of a smile on her face that rarely made an appearance. Sam snuggled her bag to herself, sleeping the exhaustion of running, running, running away. Even when she sleeps, Sam is put together, steady when all else is gone to hell. Her leg is balanced against the seat in front of her, combat boot clad foot planted against the leather. Danny could not, would not, ever imagine a world without Samantha Manson and her steady and defiant presence.
Danny wrapped his arms around this friends, steadying them… and himself. He’d be lost without Sam and Tucker. His bag sat on his lap, pins making high pitched clicking noises every time the tracks ground against the wheels. It was full of hastily gathered supplies that Jazz had shoved into it before she went to distract the hunters so that they could slip away.
‘We got away.’
Danny’s entire world, what’s left of it, could fit in this small train seat. He glanced at windows, catching sight of green tinged eyes in his reflection. Phantom kept flickering onto the visage of Danny Fenton, his urge and desperate need to protect them too close to the surface.
“Danny.” Danny blinked, turning to Sam, who had opened one eye to peer at him. “Did Jazz text?” She murmured.
Danny shook his head, the skin around his eyes tightening in worry. Sam reached up and tugged his hood further up his head. “Go to sleep, dork. We need as much rest as we can get, especially since you’re even paler than me. She’ll message later.”
“You mean I look like a walking corpse?” Danny mustered up a smile. Sam snickered.
“Yeah, that’s supposed to be my thing.” Sam jabbed her pointy elbow in Danny’s side. “Go to sleep. I’m tired.”
“Yeah, thanks, Sam.” Danny whispered.
They settled back into the seat, and Danny Fenton fell into a doze with his best friends sleeping cozily in his arms.
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“- Arriving at River Bend station, please stand clear of the do…”
“Danny, wake up. Our stop’s almost here.” Tucker poked his face.
“Urgh…” Danny groaned, blinking awake. Sometime during the train ride, he’d fell into a deep sleep, and now he woke up refreshed. Well, as fresh as he could be, considering the circumstances.
“C’mon, dorks, I wanna actually take a shower. I feel gross. Tucker, where are we staying?” Sam sat up right, idly tapping at her phone.
“There’s a motel nearby the station. We, uh, already got checked in.”
Danny grunted. “Cool. We should grab something to eat.”
“There’s a vegetarian place! Oo, and a burger joint across the street!” Tucker showed them the listings as Danny grabbed his phone.
His heart soared at the singular new message on screen.
[Got away. Safe, wbu?]
Danny grinned and tapped back a quick, [Safe. Got far away.]
“Jazz is good,” he announced to his friends. They grinned back at him, tension that Danny hadn’t noticed slipping out of their frames.
They might be homeless, they might be far away from everything they ever knew, but Danny had his friends and things were looking up.
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