Galerie de Catastrophes Filmées

An art exhibit displaying the best (and worst) entertainment Illium can buy. Artwork on loan by Dr. Jorgal D. Lenny, Esq., his estranged Andromeda-seeking daughter Ms. Freyt, and the Dwick Dwickcast Syndykyt.

[semirampant-dwickery]

Map Directory

On behalf of the Dwick Dwickcast Syndykyt and the Galerie de Catastrophes Filmées I would like to thank you for your continued patronage. Please note that 10% of all museum donations go towards funding the Sand4Saviors Fund and its continued mission to provide a source of Red Sand for all Illium-based Reaper War veterans.

Please unfold this map via the inset below to determine which wing of the museum you would like to view.

--Kew Rater, Docent, Galerie de Catastrophes Filmées

OUR BELOVED PATRONS

Jorgal "Dwick" Lenny

Image graciously contributed by @maudie-beans

Jorgal Dwick is the founder, former Chief Executive Officer, and current Head Custodian for the Dwick Dwickcast Syndykyt. An active working showrunner, actor, and wrestler (operating under the "Beast" persona), Mr. Dwick represents each of the Syndykyt's multiple beating hearts and is the source of many of its most popular HV programs, such as The Short Hour, Space Protector(Z), and the Shaman Wrestler's Offworld League of Kowla (SWOLK).

Mr. Dwick remains in an ongoing long-term relationship with its CEO, Drau Lura, and retains a (self-proclaimed) galactic record for the most Tupari® consumed in one sitting, having consumed over 177 cans' worth over a period of 5.5 hours.

Art displays depicting Mr. Dwick may be found along this route.

Drau "Lydia" Lura

Image graciously contributed by @maudie-beans, who remains the character's owner.

If Jorgal Dwick is the beating hearts of DDS, then Lydia is its soul. Officially taking the reins during the "Dwickrise" event of December 2194, Ms. Lydia has been operating as the Syndykyt's CEO in the years since. She is responsible for bringing much-needed stability to its former CEO's wake, having done so through a combination of community outreach projects in the greater Nos Dwicka region, forcibly disbanding the Syndykyt's "Corporate Security" police force, and creating HV entertainment using distraction-based rehabilitation of the Syndykyt's founder's as its source.

Mme. Lydia is in an ongoing long-term relationship with DDS founder Jorgal Dwick. A wrestler in her own right, she reigns as General Manager "The Empress" on SWOLK, using her own detached prosthetic arm to bludgeon her rivals.

Art displays depicting Mme. Lydia may be found along this route.

ESTEEMED CONTRIBUTORS TIER

Bellator Turp

Bellator Turp is Nos Dwicka Civil Protection's Civil Oversight Chief, heading the public defense force that officially replaced DDS' Corporate Security force in the wake of the Dwickrise event of 2194. NDCP operates with public service in mind, providing emergency transportation, healthcare assistance, and de-escalation efforts across the city. Turp's motto, "Dwick causes enough chaos already," reverberates throughout NDCP, and they work as the regular damping force protecting the public from their leader's unruly activities.

Turp is the Nos Dwicka Chapter's leader of the Spirit Society Fan Club, and can out-debate even the most ardent salarian on Season 62 inter-family dynamics. His passion for soap operas is unrivaled, as is his penchant for speaking exclusively in five-word sentences.

Art displays depicting Mr. Turp may be found along this route.

Jorgal Zoar

Character owned by @maudie-beans.

Jorgal Zoar is the Executive Assistant to Bellator Turp in the Nos Dwicka Civil Protection unit. While an officer in his own right, Zoar's primary activities are as a liaison to Nos Dwicka's "Babetown" district (so called for the large population of krogan women emigrating there as a part of the Nos Astra Restoration Project, spearheaded by Mr. Dwick and Mme. Lydia) and in assisting Turp reaching places the permanently handicapped turian is unable to reach. While Turp finds the latter activity annoying and regularly declares his wishes that the krogan would stick to the former, he also notably does not turn it down or reprimand him for it.

Mr. Zoar is the biological father of Mme. Lydia, and she never lets him forget it. His online presence can primarily be found in fiery debate with Mr. Turp over the relevance of Vedi'Peros vas Iktomi's affair with his mother-in-law, beginning in DDS' All My Suits S16E33, usually from the same IP address.

Art displays depicting Mr. Zoar may be found along this route.

APPRECIATED DONATION TIER

Nakmor Branka

Image graciously contributed by @maudie-beans, who remains the character's owner.

Nakmor Branka is a former Growth Intelligence and Material Procurement Strategist for DDS' Nos Astra Restoration Project, as spearheaded by Mr. Dwick and Mme. Lydia. Originally hired by Mr. Dwick, Ms. Branka was primarily responsible for the demolition of buildings irreparably damaged during the Reaper War and procuring supplies for construction in newly-christened Nos Astra. She is also responsible for spearheading the Babetown Initiative, which encouraged emigrating krogan women to come to the ruined Illian city. Despite (or even to spite) Mr. Dwick's activities, Ms. Branka's own activities are responsible for the beating hearts of Nos Dwicka's fastest-growing district, as well as the resulting mutual-aid explosion that has risen in response to Illium economics.

Ms. Branka has retired her position within DDS, opting to work instead on Tuchankan restoration activities, but she returns regularly to Nos Dwicka to visit her boyfriend, Forsan Tank. She is an avid fan of squirrels, and her ryncakes (that is, ryncol-infused pancakes) are as delicious as they are deadly to anyone not of the Tuchankan persuasion.

Art displays depicting Ms. Branka may be found along this route.

Forsan Tank

Tank's a delivery boy! He delivers Pizzas! Without a driver's license! Or even a car!

He's got a WAY COOL GIRLFRIEND named BRANKA who's got a REALLY COOL HAMMER!

The Galerie de Catastrophes Filmées wishes to apologize for this placeholder. This individual has not been hired by DDS in any capacity, and, having no other means of establishing a dossier, asked Mr. Tank to fill out a questionnaire. This was his response.

Art displays depicting Mr. Tank may be found along this route.

HONORABLE MENTIONS TIER

Jorgal Freyt

Please report any information regarding the whereabouts of Ms. Jorgal Freyt, Mr. Dwick's daughter, at the following url. Current intelligence indicates that Ms. Freyt was one of the colonists aboard the Andromeda Initiative; however, a 10,000-credit bounty exists for any information that may credibly falsify this information and lead to the reuniting of Mr. Dwick with his daughter.

"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS GUY" TIER

Emon Spiza

Mr. Spiza is in no way affiliated with the Dwick Dwickcast Syndykyt. So far as the Syndykyt's extranet searches can determine, Mr. Spiza was "a former indentured servant for Hahne-Kedar" and is currently proprietor for the Citadel's Aphin's Place bar. So far as the Galerie can determine, Mr. Spiza is not a Special Tasks Group agent posing as a simple bartender...but really, given the salarians, who knows?

Art displays depicting Mr. Spiza may be found along this route. No, we don't know why we would have art of this random salarian; we are trying to find out on our end ourselves.

[semirampant-dwickery]

IT IS TIME.

Now that that incredibly idiotic and asinine DeviantArt-era rule regarding reference usage has been shot down, I feel a little more comfortable doing this! Mind you, between family obligations, work, and my naturally slow as molasses pace, I probably won't get more than three to four pieces done - but I look forward to seeing what comes out of this!

Here's to seeing COOL ART by COOL ASS ARTISTS

and

please more krogan characters please more krogan characters please more krogan characters please more krogan characters

[semirampant-dwickery]

Jorgal Dwick Bold and Brash...? Photography of Impasto on Canvas (Only Surviving Copy) 2195 On Loan from the Dwick Dwickcast Syndykyt 

((Moo hoo hah hah.))

Only one person could ever convince Dwick to abandon his endeavors to be the largest living creature in any room, and Drau Lydia had absolutely no interest in doing so. For reasons ranging from interpersonal to professional, aesthetic, and deeply, deeply carnal, she had no intention of ever asking her extremely plush boytoy to lose that deep, soft padding.

That didn't stop Dwick from being extremely stupid, however.

Consider the afternoon they spent reviewing potential talent for an upcoming production of The Terror of Peak 24, in which the two of them reviewed headshots (and gratuitous additional physical data) submitted by prospective actors still in the Aralakh System. It was an eye-rolling process for them, almost more so than when hiring outside their own species: the krogan there clearly still thought either the asari (or, worse, the humans) were the ones fielding them, ignoring the leering, jowly visage plastered over every DDS logo in existence. The result was akin to looking at preliminaries for a stereotypical porn shoot: an overwhelming parade of grizzled face after humorless mug, all with the same shredded abs, shriveled humps, and exposed shirtless muscle plates that made the viewer want to scream "have a gods-damned glass of water already." 

In a fit of pique, induced by one particularly shriveled specimen, Lydia tossed the datapad holding its picture to Dwick, muttering the trigger phrase: 

"Just look at this walking specimen of man-meat." 

Now, the two of them had been together over a decade by this point. Dwick knew her interests. They had a dedicated wardrobe and a gods-damned omnigel-powered, flash-forging holodeck "Dream Room" dedicated to roleplaying those interests at 1 Dwickcast Tower. Custodial staff members knew not to enter that room, and especially not to shine a blacklight on that entire floor, lest the ensuing visions drive them to the brink of insanity. There were Workman's Comp funds earmarked in Dwickcast Syndykyt's budget to cover psychiatric counseling for those foolish enough to ignore the warnings. 

Dwick knew Lydia wasn't interested in what she passed to him, and had his brain functioned even three seconds later, he would hear her reinforcing this with the pacing, gesticulating, three-full-minute tirade she made on the subject. He would ordinarily have known her statement to be sarcastic, known that he'd have a few ridiculous comments of his own, and that there would be some teasing, some groping...and, depending on how dedicated they really were to this project, a high-tailing to the Dream Room for roleplaying and "script-writing." 

So what stopped Dwick's brain in its tracks? A momentary, instantaneous flash of insecurity and a little thing called mind-boggling stupidity. 

Now, Dwick didn't want to do this. He had many reasons for wanting to be the Biggest Bastard in Broadcasting, Freudian, Jungian, hedonistic, and intimidation-based being just a few. He liked his size and worked tirelessly to remain at it, doing his damnedest to override that biotic status of his constantly eating at his reserves. The prospect of being some scrawny, titchy matchstick of a man, one who could be blown over by a stray Illian breeze, was practically nauseating to him. 

But if the light of his life wanted it, then that was a sacrifice he was willing to make. 

==========

Three days passed after that meeting, three days during which Lydia witnessed Dwick curtail his consumption to well below his usual habits. A day of this was understandable, if they were busy; two, even, if he'd planned something particularly kinky for them involving a buffet line.

But Dwick had signaled nothing of the sort. In fact, he'd become almost furtive by comparison. By the third day, she was alarmed: had something happened to her lovable worse half? Had he contracted something putting him off his lunch? Had the Taint, which nearly killed him seven years ago, made some horrific resurgence?

...No. She could feel his stomachs rumbling across the table, see that distracted look in his eyes as he looked over the messy remains of his "kid's meal" 144-oz varren steak to the massive cloche sitting next to them. She knew he wanted more...and for whatever reason, he was doing his best to ignore it.

"Dwick, my silly schwanzstucker, you've hardly touched your food!" she crooned to him, waving a chunk of her own steak on a fork for emphasis. "Are you all right?"

"Oh--uh, yeah! Yeah," he said, eyes locked on her fork, hastily patting his jowls with a handkerchief barely big enough to cover half his mouth. "I'm jus' feelin'...full, y'know? Heheh, uhhhh...eyes tooooo big fer my stomach--"

His eyes crossed slightly as his midsection betrayed him. Lydia's own eyes narrowed as the sounds rolled for a full ten seconds after that.

"Out with it," she said, dropping the playful act entirely. "You're hiding things from me again, and you're not eating. What's. Going. On."

Dwick blanched. Any resistance he may have had to telling Lydia dissolved on the spot.

"Okay! *Okay!*" he said, hastily holding up his mitts. "I, uh--I was, uh, goin' ter show you after din's ternight ennyway."

"Tell me *what.*"

"It's nothin' bad, I swear - I swear!" he said, hastily reaching under the table and disengaging something under its surface. "In fact...I think you'll even be purty proud'a da concept!"

"The...*what?*"

"Da concept! Oh, yeah, Lydds, dis is gon' be great--"

Dwick paused, clearing his throat as he readied something just above his lap.

"Ahem--Drau Lura, you sexy schmexy Chief Executive Officer'a my hearts...take a gander at what you could have..." 

He hoisted the object: a massive canvas on a wooden frame, easily four feet tall, its sides clearly plastered with a thick, paste-like paint.

"...In five ter ten years!"

He flipped it about to reveal a lurid portrait, garishly constructed in impasto, of Lydia in a pink dress, looking in adoration up at a shirtless, thong-clad image of Dwick. Dwick's portrait did not depict the corpulent, tent-filling creature he was today, however: while his face was just as scarred, jowly and be-chinned as it normally was, it had been crudely affixed to the same scrawny, dehydrated body that had spawned Lydia's tirade only days earlier.

Lydia's jaw dropped.

"...Dwick, this is--"

"A-ain't it great?!" he spluttered, clearly holding back tears as he held it up against his own face. "I got the idear while we was doin' castin' calls a few nights ago, a-an' I think, wit' some real work - like, really workin' day an' night at it - I could totes rock dis here ROCK SOLID body fer you i-in two ter five years FLAT–"

“Burn it.”

Dwick blinked, surprised.

“But…I…but Lydds–”

“BURN IT.”

“Lydds, I-I don’t think you understand! I even got a physical trainer all set up–”

Lydia slammed her hand on the table hard enough for cracks to spiderweb out from the impact.

“FIRE THEM.”

“B-but I thought you wanted–”

“Don’t make me say it again,” she warned. “I will call Yete to fill that ass of yours out again.”

The thought of Lydia invoking Clan Jorgal’s premier Shamaness stopped Dwick in his tracks. He gulped, pulled the portrait back down, and (when it wouldn’t go back under the table) crushed it accordion-style under the weight of his palm until it did so again.

Then he cleared his throat, planted his hands on the rim of his gut, and did his best to melt into the floor.

“...Actually, no,” Lydia continued, musing to herself. “She’d just work you until that thick middle of yours was all muscle. Eugh, it’d be like laying on top of a boulder again…”.

Dwick closed his eyes and let out a breath. Bullet dodged.

“...No, I think I’ll call my father instead.”

“Oh fuck.”

[semirampant-dwickery]

>:}

THE SCREAM-LAUGH I MADE SEEING THIS IN MY INBOX

THE POSE

THE CREST

DAT PERFECT IMPISH GRIN

THE AMOUNT HE'S HAVING TO SHIFT TO GET IN POSITION AND GIVING POSITIVELY ZERO FUCKS ABOUT IT

THE WAY HIS SHIRT AND PANTS ARE IN NO WAY QUALIFIED TO RESTRAIN DAT MUCH TUCHUNKA

and the fact that, as you were drawing this, you casually admitted "...he could be bigger"

oh this is perfect <3 <3 <3

[semirampant-dwickery]

Loris Kasnerr Wake Up Call Encaustic on Aluminum 2195 On Loan from the Dwick Dwickcast Syndykyt

Following the events colloquially known as "Dwickrise," the deeply corrupted law enforcement wing known as Nos Dwicka Corporate Security was disbanded. Its commission was stripped, its facilities disarmed by the enraged public, and vast swathes of its personnel imprisoned for their failed attempt to take over the city.

Aside from the (extremely televised) death of its ringleader, Lemalein "Lemmus" Lepatomay, little is known of what happened to those taken into custody. A vindictive grin will often appear on Head Custodian and Lead Showrunner Jorgal Dwick's face at their mention, however, and Dwickcast CEO Drau "Lydia" Lura will forcibly change the subject whenever it comes up.

Nos Dwicka Civil Protection, the organization that took its place, is much less militaristic, having been headed by former CorpSec Communications Officer Bellator Turp and his assistant, Jorgal Zoar (both of whom earned the public's trust through their efforts in foiling the coup). Its munitions budget remains shockingly low by comparison, with the vast majority of its peacekeeping tactics tending to favor wellness checks, de-escalation, emergency transportation, hospitalization and housing assistance.

Civil Protection officers often show up on the scene with nothing more violent than the hue of their shirts (typically hand-picked by Officer Zoar) and generally act as a damping effect on unruly behavior, guided by Turp's guiding philosophy that "Dwick causes enough chaos already." The population is generally trusted to look after its own (especially without elements of law enforcement actively abetting its criminal element), and crime has generally plummeted during the duo's reign.

After all, if things ever get really bad in any district of Nos Dwicka…well, Lydia can just send Dwick there.

Unsupervised.

[songs-of-the-windfish]

hi! I hope this isn't rude but were you still working on the wrestling tournament? you haven't posted in a while

Not rude at all! But it's still going! 👍the process involves @semirampant-dwickery and I working out an outline thanks to information given by other players, and as the poll is going we discuss how to give the characters a cool end to their match, win or lose. Dwickery submits a rough draft to the players for approval before we post the end results. Writing it up can take a few days!

I also get bossy and tell Dwickery to take breaks since he does a lot of the legwork when it comes to the fighting scenes. Don't want to get burn out!

[semirampant-dwickery]

Hey, all! Dwickery here, just wanting to explain why these can take a while getting out the door.

As mentioned in the tags, we get really leery about controlling other people's characters, and so we make an effort not to do so without express consent from the players we borrow from. We want each player to enjoy what their characters get into with each fight, whether they win or lose, and do our best to mimic their demeanor, dialogue, and fights style (especially when it's been shown elsewhere).

As such, we make a point to ask each player if they can give us samples of their character in action, as well as whether there are any choice pieces of dialogue or action they'd like so see come up in the fight. These latest pieces have also included general outlines for fight choreography - that way, if actions start drifting too far in one direction, players can request changes and we can rework what happens ahead of time.

The upside to all this is that everyone involved so far has greatly enjoyed what we've written! The downside, however, is that it takes a while to write up each draft, and still more to check with each player to make sure they're cool with it (especially when we get to 15-page doozies like with the next match!).

We're both really glad you're interested in seeing the next match, though, and are actively working on the opener for the next match right now! We hope the wait is worth it <3

[semirampant-dwickery]

Upea Tatuointi Sink or Sin Oilpaint and Charcoal on Concrete 2195 On Loan from the Dwick Dwickcast Syndykyt

HE performs as producer, director, scriptwriter, lyricist, actor, and wrestler for some of the most tasteless, transgressive holovids, movies, hv shows, and wrestling shows this side of the Attican Traverse. SHE'S the CEO of his company, securing funding for-, beating asari colonialist influence back from-, and preempting the torture of its employees for his own amusement. Together, they form the backbone of the Dwick Dwickcast Syndykyt, ensuring there is NEVER a bar for galactic entertainment that they can't tunnel underneath.

Dwick and Lydia complete one another, forming a chaotic core that beats in the heart in Illium's post-Reaper Nos Astra. Dwick's creative bombast and excess in all things (whether personal, professional, culinary, or hedonistic) have unlocked Lydia's interest in exercising her own desires, resulting in a number of corporate coups the likes of whose style and elegance Dwick could only dream of. Lydia's shrewdness, meanwhile, allows her to redirect Dwick's more violent, compulsive tendencies away from their employees and into productive activity, thus ensuring the company's long-term survival (and creating some of the funniest holovision in centuries).

Here, we see them taking up the entire hallway of a Tuchankan-style sauna, with Dwick taking some time to massage Lydia's temples with some deceptively dexterous finger work. Lydia rests atop Dwick's front, his whole body a soft, secure cushion for her to stretch out against. It's an open question whether the sauna or Dwick's body generates more heat.

[semirampant-dwickery]

Item: The Welcome Mat Rarity: ⏶ Common

What game feels like "home" to you no matter when you come back to it?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

[songs-of-the-windfish]

So I miiiiight know you already have a certain kissing pair in your queue...but I'm a greedy bastard who will gleefully take Krogan!Dwick/Lydia on R3 >:3

That being said, I hear there's a certain humpback and zorca pairing who need smoochin' pics STAT

THAT'S RIGHT

HOOKSHOT AND BIG BLUE ON L3, BABY

LISTEN

this is a zelda blog

BUT FOR YOU I'LL DRAW DWICK/LYDIA ANYWHERE 💕

HOOK SHOT AND BIG BLUE HAVE ENTERED THE CHAT

[semirampant-dwickery]

YES! YES! YES! YES!

GET 'IM, LYDIA

GET 'EM, HOOKSHOT

[semirampant-dwickery]

25-09-26_BIG_FISTY_GORON_DWICK I want to say this was posted BUT THE NAME IS CRACKING ME UP 🤣

IT WAS

Specifically when a certain goron character of mine started acting like a

perfect role model

for a certain zorca character at that very S.M.A.S.H tournament.

HE HAS PURELY GOOD INTENTIONS I SWEAR

HE ISN'T JUST BILKING KIDS OUT OF THEIR HARD-EARNED RUPEES WITH OVERPRICED POSTERS OF HIMSELF

fun fact, that was going to just read "BIG_FIST_GORON_DWICK" because of the perspective shot, but then I made a typo and then realized "no, no, that's exactly what Dwick would have titled this"

[semirampant-dwickery]

25-11-13_YOURE_IN_TROUBLE_CIRONUS

fkjdashfksd this title is glorious. The date makes me think it's already been posted but still 👀 @kakarikotrio

Haha! You're right, it has been posted already! :3

This is one that I put together after certain events took place over at the S.M.A.S.H Tournament arc still ongoing over on @tides-that-bind-us' blog.

SOMEONE'S IN A WHOLE LOTTA TROUBLE

[semirampant-dwickery]

WIP ask game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how especially non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

Tagged by @tides_that_bind_us!

So, cards on the table…these have all already been posted…EXCEPT FOR ONE. See if you can figure out which one it is!

it's probably p easy lmao

SEMIFINALS MATCH 1: Vaati vs. Bobkoblin

Great Busts and Nonplussed Fairy Dust_CH10

25-09-26_BIG_FISTY_GORON_DWICK

25-10-15_dwick_and_lydia_ballerina_and_Jester

25-10-31_tank_carrying_branka

25-11-13_YOURE_IN_TROUBLE_CIRONUS

25-11-30_dwick_and_lydia_in_THE_CON

25-12-15_santa_the_christmas_dwick

26-01-16_RUNSPIZADWICKRUN

26-01-30_Three_dwick_kruban

TAGGING: @operative-arrow, @becquerelsplash, @angrychickenman, @kakarikotrio, and @samjokjak!

[semirampant-dwickery]

N. Tonian Eschev Three Dwick Kruban Graphic Silkscreen for T-23XL* Tee 2195 On Loan from the Dwick Dwickcast Syndykyt

Customers agree that this is the most informative review for this item:

Pros: Fits my girthy frame, has me on it, attracts women Cons: Only three of me (could probably use a few more on the 'guns'), cannot see me when sitting with arms crossed, I probably would have looked better if I glowed in the dark. Review posted by BIGBAWSMAN, 31 Jan 2195.

NOTE: "T-" for "Tuchankan." Please see the DDS Apparel Store for species-specific clothing size charts.

Initially based off of Abisalli's Emotion Challenge (specifically, Expressions 3E, 5E, and 10D), this ballooned in scope the instant I realized I'd initially sketched these in the exact position to mimic a certain infamous t-shirt design.

I am a massive dork. <3

[semirampant-dwickery]

Emon Dwick Everything's Radioactive in Jorgal S5E2: The Gang Inverts a Dimension Production Still 2195 On Loan from the Dwick Dwickcast Syndykyt

We've already seen the sleaze that comes from putting Dwick's brain in Spiza's body. Now, what happens when the reverse is true? What horrific chaos ensues when a neurotic, alcoholic STG agent who parkours past his enemies is imbued with the overfed. bologna-ball body of Jorgal Dwick?!

One thing's for sure: with Spiza's luck, this apartment isn't going to be here much longer.

Many thanks to @maudie-beans for helping get those action lines and motion blur in there! <3 <3

[semirampant-dwickery]

Weyrloc Krism Culling the Herds, or: Halloween Sends its Regards Acrylic 2194 On Loan from the Dwick Dwickcast Syndykyt

When waging war on behalf of Christmas, it's best to watch your flank. After all, as Santa Dwick will remind you: memento Nativitatis mori.

Got this finished before Year's End! SUCK IT, INEVITABLE MARCH OF TIME!

Based off everyone's favorite Philadelphian mascot. Heh heh heh.

[this-rock-floats]

Reblog by @tides-that-bind-us · 1 image

💬 4  🔁 9  ❤️ 15 · FIN · ✨ Elsewhere on Shattered Mast Keys ✨ A nervous looking zorphin stopped in his tracks as they felt a shiver go down

Later Still...

"YOU MADE ME SWEAR THE BRO CODE!"

"YOU EVEN MADE ME INVOKE THE JB COROLLARY! And for WHAT?! What kind of disguise even IS this?!"

...Somehow, nobody else even noticed Cironus was there.

[semirampant-dwickery]

Z. Eghizagh

Special Delivery

Acrylic on Plascrete

2194

On Loan from the Dwick Dwickcast Syndykyt

Wait a minute, she's not a pizza...!

Wanted to make an illustration of these two, since I enjoy them so much - and @maudie-beans provided a fantastic reference from @ziggyzagz! THAAAANKS <3 <3

Also wanted to figure out an "off-duty" outfit for Tank that reflects his gang roots!

...even if gangs were more his brother's thing.

...and that he thought the Nathak's Teeth was just a bunch of his bro's rowdy playmates.

...and that he wasn't a "member" so much as a smiling doofus who inadvertently ran cover for them.

I just enjoy Branka's goofy grin. BIG HAPPY TEEF :3