Art Is Hard

It's me, majortomiscominghome, back with my art and ocs. Well, oc things are under the "my cast of weirdos" tag, everything "not oc" is under that tag. Enjoy if you wish

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Before Pride Month is over, a lil doodle for the power couple of conniving&charming dandies that have taken over my brain, an idea that came about from a single comic page but now has very elaborate lore. Help me.

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One of my needlefelt creations, one of the great archivists of Yith based on the original Weird Tales illustration!

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Mouthy cowboy and his friend

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I am back in the building with stinky men and with a new incredibly rare yuri pair of Tallulah Black and the Barbary Ghost. I need them to have adventures. Please. Please please please.

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"Who is Courier Six, otherwise known as Cecil Meyer?"

Long time no fallout, for some figures in Cecil's wild life talking about him.

Featuring fnv au versions of characters by @whatthewonder @gaybandaids @shockingshinx12-shinx and @sealsundae @gob-ombs

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Women like winners, Mcloser

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I am in fact Not Dead, and here's some of the Christmas present felts I made for 2024!

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Quick doodle as binging Captain Laserhawk got me thinking about my motherfucker unlimited cyborg bodyguard man

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Category 5 old queen event

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Guy I'm a fan of

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When will I ever be happy with how I draw these carcinisatized fungi aliens

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"If after all this you will not listen to me, I will punish you for your sins seven times over. You will eat the flesh of your sons and the flesh of your daughters. I will destroy your high places, cut down your incense altars and pile your dead bodies on the lifeless forms of your idols, and I will abhor you. I will turn your cities into ruins and lay waste your sanctuaries, and I will take no delight in the pleasing aroma of your offerings. I myself will lay waste the land so that your enemies who live there will be appalled. I will scatter you among the nations and will draw out my sword and pursue you. Your land will be laid waste, and your cities will lie in ruins."

Enter DEMIURGE, a world of cannibals and carnivores where it's kill or be killed and you must evolve or die.

Centuries before, a mutagenic plague consumed the world, becoming the very planet itself. Today we see the bizarre environments and inhabitants that dwell in the body of the Demiurge, all struggling to survive another day.

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Some more boards!

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Better late than never in posting, but some attempts in finding how to draw Cass... featuring my current courier who is the nerdy little brother she never had.

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"At the late night, double feature, picture show..."

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So yeah I devoured the Puzzle Agent games and trying to figure out how to draw Agent Tethers. Also made me draw the other cartoony oc that may be involved in a fic idea I have, who is a Deep Cut for those well informed on the starship/major tom lore.

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"Your dumb human head is full of naivete

Your impending fate is to be one with me"

AU FOR HALO COMBAT EVOLVED... A parasite of a parasite, consciousness is a disease. The burgeoning gravemind overwhelmed by sheer willpower to create a splinter cell, that was or believes itself to be Captain Jacob Keyes. Who is currently having a horrible time as the Flood stands back to let the graveminds fight to the death, bee queen style- though interrupted by covenant.

To find yourself a human software now running on fungus shapeshifter hardware is... A Fucking Time. Going from a solid structure of a body to a fluid adaptable multitool where every cell is flexible... It speaks of that sheer willpower and stubbornness for how he's still "functioning" instead of just melding to the floor and screaming like hindbrain flood+monkey instinct wants to do.

And new combat technique unlocked, for if you've played Carrion: where you just wildly lash out and grab and fling shit and let physics do the work to clear a room.

And adding all new meaning for the desperation for Chief and Cortana to leave him behind and not look for him.

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"If after all this you will not listen to me, I will punish you for your sins seven times over. You will eat the flesh of your sons and the flesh of your daughters. I will destroy your high places, cut down your incense altars and pile your dead bodies on the lifeless forms of your idols, and I will abhor you. I will turn your cities into ruins and lay waste your sanctuaries, and I will take no delight in the pleasing aroma of your offerings. I myself will lay waste the land so that your enemies who live there will be appalled. I will scatter you among the nations and will draw out my sword and pursue you. Your land will be laid waste, and your cities will lie in ruins."

Enter DEMIURGE, a world of cannibals and carnivores where it's kill or be killed and you must evolve or die.

Centuries before, a mutagenic plague consumed the world, becoming the very planet itself. Today we see the bizarre environments and inhabitants that dwell in the body of the Demiurge, all struggling to survive another day.