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This is probably nearing my threshold of what to post here and what to post on my nsfw (versus my main, which, uh, I’d prefer not to post this to for what I hope would be obvious reasons). Anyway, kaiju!Newt macking down on Hermann because I have had a bitch of a time drawing anything lately.

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I saw your fan-art of Pyre and Critical Role together as an AU. I LOVE IT!! Especially Percy's desgin, and the backstory of Vox Machina in the world of the Downside. Will we get to see more such as the rest of the team like Pike and Taryon? Or was it just a fun one-shot? Will there be a chance of seeing the Mighty Nein in this AU? Keep up with the great art and have a lovely day!

Ahhhh thank you! I would super lover to do more! Pyre is just... absolutely incredible for style and color, and would lovely to try and draw more art for, even if it’s AU based. I DID have some other sketches, but they got stuffed in to a Patreon only sketchbook. I think that’s a good reason to sketch some more out to share with everyone. :D

(We’ll see about the Mighty Nein! That actually works super well to make them another Triumvirate... Hmmm...)

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Oh, we’re thinking of AU happenings again and going to revise, rewrite and RESTART @driftandhivemind.

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Hermann doesn’t find the recording until years later. When Newt and Little Wing are... wrong, and all he can do is rifle through Newt’s lab and his belongings, hoping for some small hint as to what could be happening. The unassuming black recorder plays its message clear, Newt’s last words before Drifting alone with the kaiju brain. Hermann sobs because every bit of it is intrinsically wrong and he should have known, should have seen how it would always be a downward spiral. The human bonded kaiju were a gift, but they were a mistake, something that could never have been guessed at. An outlier. Other outcomes were sobering and terrifying.

Padding softly behind him is Archimedes. He flinches as she wraps her arms around him. The kaiju uses one of her more humanoid hands to pluck the recording away, sighing into his hair. Newton likes to be dramatic, doesn’t he?

Hermann laughs.  “My dear, he knows no other way.”

He cares about what you think a great deal.

“It appears so." He gives the owlish face a half smile.

Archimedes inspects the recorder, turning it over in her hand. I think you should bring it to him. Let him answer for it. I think... I think it hurts him and maybe fixing it will help.

“Darling, I wouldn’t know where to even begin.”

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I dunno where this was going, aside from “Archimedes comforts Hermann when he blames himself for Newt losing his way in the Drift.”

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It’s 7am, I haven’t slept, may as well think of kaiju!Newt things, not actual fanfic because I am le tired and cannot write well. Suffice to say, I didn’t edit this.

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Newt’s form took what felt like ages to shift and reshape itself. Most of that was spent hiding away, making excuses not to see anyone as he Drifted again and again with the half decomposed kaiju brain he has preserved. It was alive, barely. It sang to him, and it was so loud that he failed to notice things at first. How his fingers were a little too long. How he seemed to grow taller AND shorter, his torso elongating, but he didn’t have the muscle to hold himself up so he adopted a permanent slouch. How the Pons rig constricted around his neck until he could barely breath (but that just added to the ecstasy of the Drift, didn’t it).

And then it had been a few months since anyone had even seen Newt, and three weeks since Hermann had even gotten a text. Hermann just sick with worry, storming to Newt’s apartment, to find a misshapen lump of grey-blue kaiju and peach human skin, struggling to breath on the floor. Newt, collapsed, Pons burning circles into the flesh of Newt’s malformed skull as it overloaded, and been overloading for who knows how long (the smell of burnt meat making the room reek). Hermann would snap the Pons off Newt’s neck first, causing the man (kaiju?) to gasp for air, mouth opening to reveal too many teeth. The head piece would come off next, causing weak yowls of pain as it stuck to his skin and Hermann had to pull it away. Hermann would see the extent of the damage: three circles on Newt’s head, open, raw wounds showing a mix of Kaiju blue and red human blood, and the entire left side of Newt’s face just WRONG. Three more eyes than the right side (and the right side already had one too many), all of the left eyes a milky white with drooping eyelids. Blinded on his left side thanks to the extended length of time he spent Drifting.

Hermann would dress the wounds, but they never healed perfectly. The mark around his neck would remain, the skin more pinkish and raw looking where the Pons had gripped his neck. The burn wounds on his head the same: pinkish and raw looking, seeping Kaiju blue serum if his mind wandered too far away from itself. Newt would talk, eventually, voice raspy with disuse and new vocal cords. It was hard to tell if he had gotten bigger with the transformation or not. Longer, certainly, though he hunched, practically bending into himself, trying to hide as much of him as he could. He was so so skinny. Hermann would take to feeding Newt himself, as the transformed man refused to touch anything at first, because “anything” ended up needing to be red meat, and the smell of raw flesh turned Newt’s stomach.

It would all be slow recovery and kind words from there, until Newt tried to Drift again, and the wounds on his head open and bleed blue and he can’t stop screaming and clawing at his own skin, and Hermann has to start over with getting the man back out of the kaiju.

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Hahaaaa I posted this to twitter with a snippet from Marceline’s ‘Everything Stays’ song because damn is that not giving me some feelings for this stuff.

Anyway, Archimedes ONLY sleeps with Hermann, but Little Wing will sleep with whoever he trusts. That’s USUALLY Newt, but Little Wing likes other people too. Like Hermann. Or Jake (much to Jake’s chagrin). But sleep has claws and is full of terrors, and Newt probably needs Little Wing more than the small kaiju needs HIM.

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Today, we were given a gift.

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Newt doesn’t have glasses because he has to cover up his CRAZY KAIJU EYES theory because, fuck, why would you lose the glasses. I’m so sad. Crazy kaiju eyes or glasses. I accept nothing else.

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Happy Valentine’s Day, you mushy goobers.

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This is dumb and a very sad imitation of the incredible Kate Beaton’s work. Drawn over this comic and edited for the particular characters (with the follow up based on a frame in this comic), so I take very little credit at all for this, other than “it was late and I couldn’t spare more than 30 minutes.” (And damn, even just drawing over Kate’s work, her effortless looking style is so freaking hard to try and mimic. There’s just something about it you can’t hit.)

Molly is a delight.

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I got enough gold in Overwatch and just straight up bought the imp skin because it’s my favorite of Mercy’s, and Mercy has been my current main since starting up and I wanted to look cool.

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I love them a lot.

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This is all the same info you can find on my commission page, and feel free to look at my commission tag for what I’ve done in the past.

Prices ranges are pretty large as I will do a lot of different things/finish/style, you just have to ask! Things like background or complexity (either in character design or number of characters) can affect the price. I will always be happy to offer a price quote when asked. I’m definitely up for discussing how to make something fit into your price range (i.e. specifying style, background, level of polish, etc).

If interested, send me an ask, or email me (alienfirst at mac dot com)!

Additional information on custom kaiju can be found at this posting.

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Commissions open! No set slot count this time, but I’m looking at taking somewhere in the 3-5 range. Also, if it’s a holiday gift you have in mind, let me know if you’d need it by a specific date, as I SHOULD be able to accommodate that. :)

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I can't wait for everyone to make it home a-ok and Stamets to go and be horribly domestic with Culber and have a pet tardigrade because why wouldn't they have a multi-dimensional squish baby.

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Hi! Not sure if this has been asked before yet, but if you don't mind me asking, have you been to art school or are you self-taught? Your style looks very distinctive and professional!

Little of column A, little of column B? I have an AA that was for Multimedia and Web Design (so a weird mix of audio and video editing, plus graphic design and web design), and a BFA in Production Animation (which was mostly focused on 3D modeling and animation). Plus just drawing in some fashion for myself since elementary school. Most of my self teaching is just beating my head against a rock until something works, and taking cues from artists that I like.

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Mooooore headcanon time! First run at all the de Rolo kids I had in mind. Five is a nice number, so that’s what we’re rolling with: older twins, a solo kid, and younger twins.

The older twins look put together, but they trained with Uncle Grog and Aunt Pike and can fist fight like no other. They actually like the diplomacy bit of being a noble in Whitestone, and they have FUN with it. It sometimes takes years for visitors to realize that the eldest child isn’t singular, because the oldest twins swap out. They take great pains to never be in the same room together when someone has come to call, revealing themselves at large parties to greet the confused guests.

The middle child is the one who drives the construction of a proper rookery, and when she’s older, an optical telegraph system that can spread across Tal’Dorei. She never could get the hang of magic, and she hates relying on others to do things that she can certainly find ways to do herself. The quietest and most reclusive of the kids, she tends to talk to the ravens and Trinket more than others.

The youngest twins are rangers through and through, but more adept at climbing and running across the walls and rooftops of a city than a forest. They court the idea of an animal companion, but at most, they have one for a few months to a year or two before letting the animal return to the forest. More of a... learning program about humans, than an actual companion like their mother and Trinket. They’re a bit frustrated that they need glasses and their older siblings do not, at least until they built they’re own spectacles with magnifying properties and can see for miles and miles when on the roof of the castle.

First version thoughts at least. We’ll see where I take them once I refresh my memory from the campaign guide and such. I’m rubbish at names, but the middle child is Evelyn and I’ve thought about her WAY too much already.

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de Rolo kid thoughts HERE since this is the silly fan art blog.  The middle child, born between sets of twins, so a bit of the odd one out. She gets older, thinking herself not as pretty as her mom, or as smart as her dad, and of course her siblings were gifted as such. She likes the ravens though. Scattered around Whitestone until she requests assistance in making a formal rookery. Her father helps, aiming to let her have control of the project as much as he can.

The girl becomes, for all appearances, the formal caretaker of the ravens in Whitestone. It’s assumed she’d attach herself to one, to acquire a companion, but her relationship with the ravens never quite gets there. They are friends, coworkers. Small creatures who she knows by name and feather pattern, and who likes which seeds and scraps of jerky, and a special eye on the small number of ravens who were somehow capable of simple druid spells. She thought of asking about that last particular quirk on more than one occasion, but the sadness that would come over her mother’s face when she began dancing around the subject would always make her quietly back away. If the answer was as important as the emotional response implied, then she would know in time.

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You Said you'd follow me anywhere But your eyes Tell me you won't be there (x)