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Awright, so I finished this Gelfling-girl head to the point where it can be used as a 2d art reference, so if you want it, here's a download link that should work. (Let me know if it doesn't.) :-) https://drive.google.com/file/d/1vkpjNxBLHDuz2iyfmYYrQPg4LqIZIyhP/view?usp=sharing
This head is getting close to done, I'll make it downloadable somewhere when it is...
Chapter 10 is out!
In which we check in on the ex-Conqueror, and the Chamberlain is still up to their shit.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Keep this up and I shall be forced to summon the General again, which will be an edifying experience for neither of us,” the Scientist called down. SkekGra peered up through the glare. “Why is your head so big all of a sudden, SkekTek? I mean other than the obvious. Did one of your pets up there very understandably kick you, and you had to bandage it up?”
“No, I’m afraid it’s for your benefit, nameless one. These muffs comprise an ingenious new auricular device for blocking out unpleasant sounds.”
“Oh? How well are they working?”
“Well enough, for everything except the worst! Unfortunately, that includes you.” The Scientist added, grumbling, “And there is a slight propensity to headache due to the tightness of the clamp…”
“I’m very sorry to hear that!” the Seeker belted out at full blast.
“I’ll just bet you are!”
“Hope the headache improves!”
“And I hope you are stricken with scurvy and marasmus at the earliest possible juncture! Which will not be difficult to arrange!”
“And feel free to keep screaming at me, by the way!”
A short silence, followed by the shifting whisper of robes on stone. “Loath as I am to admit it, you have a point. Matching your stridence with my own accomplishes nothing beyond an exceedingly dubious moral victory. Therefore, let us return to a more pragmatic frame.”
My piece for @themostexcellentzine !! It's been a while since I played the first psychonauts game, but the art style and levels are still pretty fresh in my mind, hehehe
Go check out the zine ! it's free and everybody pieces are super fantastic!!!
urIm and urTih after skekTek got his eyeball bitten out, and an extra skekOk
Kira + Deet ㅤꨄ︎
Blast from the past (reposting to have a link to give somebody. :-) )
Here's the full version of the cover I did for @themostexcellentzine !! It's a collaborative digital zine and it's FREE to download. It showcases a ton of gorgeous art and fantastic writing celebrating the 20th Anniversary of the first Psychonauts game!! It turned out beautifully, definitely go check it out!
(And while you're at it, if you're interested, you can get this piece as a print in my Etsy shop.)
Day 6 @dark-crystal-week: Music!
Wanted to draw something gentle so here's Kylan playing his firca.
Day 1 for @dark-crystal-week: Drenchen! Celebrating with everyones favourite guy Gurjin. I had so much fun doing his hair.
Terrible terrorbirds are terrible
Chapter 9's up! Courtier silliness and the Chamberlain being...well...Chamberlain. https://archiveofourown.org/works/24350581/chapters/172499146
“Speaking of the Ritual-Master,” the Collector barreled in, “I can’t have been the only one who noticed them and the Emperor both getting up early from supper last night.” They speared one talon apiece into four pommerfruits from SkekAyuk’s plate, then proceeded to gobble each one off its claw in two juice-smacking bites.
“Ah, yes!” agreed the Ornamentalist at once. “The crowning proof. Well, you all know my theory about the Emperor and SkekZok—”
There were groans all round at this, even a very quiet one from the Gourmand.
“No one wants to hear your theories about the Emperor and anyone,” said the Collector.
“Oh, flit-wits, all of you. Anyway. You noticed that too I trust, Scroll-Keeper dearie?”
“Hm?” The Scroll-Keeper seemed surprised to be called on, but they quickly covered it over by taking off one of their spectacles and assiduously smearing the film on it around with the edge of one sleeve. “Of course I did. A little strange.”
“They left at almost the same time, too,” remarked the Gourmand.
“A little strange!?”
SkekOk all but jumped out of their skin and regarded SkekEkt, who was staring at them as if they had just grown a second head, with the air of a hunted thing.
“A little strange?” the Ornamentalist repeated. “And come to think of it, you’ve been acting a bit off yourself.”
“I don’t,” said SkekOk, as their spectacles slipped out of their talons.
“Know,” they added as they almost managed to catch one lens in their other talons, but fumbled it and sent the things bouncing upward almost to muzzle-level.
“What you’re,” they clarified as they made a robust grab for the pair and wound up almost losing a second one.
“Talking about,” they finished decisively as they bent over to retrieve the spectacles from where they had ended up, dangling on the end of their tether somewhere in the fluted folds of their skirts.
SkekEkt just snickered. “You don’t play coy very well. You should be right here with the rest of us trying to solve this little puzzle, and you’re not. You know something, don’t you?”
“If I knew anything, don’t you think I’d be telling you?” sputtered the Scroll-Keeper.
“Fair point,” brayed the Collector delightedly, hawking up another noisy gobbet. “Of all the terrible secret-keepers around here, you’re the worst…”
A distinctly interested-sounding “mmmmMMMMMMmmmmm” rang forth in the hall outside.
My fav lefty princess :3
Motoring on
Yup, the next chapter is going to be some birbie silliness from the gossip gang.
Gossip (I)
“Well, I think something is going on,” said SkekEkt the Ornamentalist.
“Well, I think you’re right,” SkekAyuk the Gourmand returned.
“And I think you’ve both picked up a case of head-crawlies,” said SkekOk the Scroll-Keeper, flicking a bit of crawlie that had in fact just gone flying from SkekAyuk’s head (more specifically, their mouth) off of the blotter on their desk.
“It’s the Castle of the Crystal,” wheezed SkekLach the Collector into their handkerchief. They spit into it for good measure, then crumpled it in their talons, stuffing it indifferently away in one of their thousand pockets. SkekOk wondered why they bothered; in a few moments it would be coming right back out again. The Collector had been haunted by a constant cough for at least the last five unum. “There’s always some foolishness afoot.”
Nasty little bird
She keeps him around cuz he play that flute good
IT IS DONE.
New chapter for "...But Skeksis and Mystics Were Unimpressed."
In which: Chamberlain does not find Detective UrGoh to be as much pushover as did expect.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24350581/chapters/171227179
I swear I'm trying to get back to my longfic
“Why…do you talk…like that?”
The Chamberlain drew themselves up with a little hmm? of mock-puzzlement. “Don’t know what you mean,” they said loftily. “Talk like what? Chamberlain only speaks as duty demands. Why does Wanderer talk as does?”
UrGoh gave a little smile. “Not…my turn,” they reminded the Skeksis. “But if you must know…I talk slowly…that I may speak less foolishness.”
“A wise notion,” returned SkekSil, the dullest glimmer of tooth now showing beneath the tiniest curl of lip. The Wanderer pretended not to see it.
“The Seeker,” they said, “believes your speech is a mask…to lull the unwary.”
The glimmer widened. “Ridiculous,” was the zestful reply.
“I agree. You…do not merely play…a part.”
“Of course not.”
“There is more to it…than that.” UrGoh paused. “You don’t think…in Gelfling…do you?”
The hunched creature sat up nearly straight at that. “What? No!—that is—no idea…what you are talking about? Speak foolishness, indeed. Wanderer has no reason to think this!”
“You would have me… believe otherwise?” The Wanderer tilted their long nose and gave it a knowing tap. “You must do better. It is still your turn. Perhaps...Podling…is what runs…through your head, then... as we converse. Or…perhaps…Nurling?”
Insult followed by injury stung SkekSil into biting back, “Skeksis! Think in Skeksis tongue. As is only proper.”
“Ah yes,” said UrGoh with a nod. “The Seeker has told me of the Skeksis-speech. They say…it has little use…beyond curses…and rites of challenge—”
“So-called ‘Seeker’ lies to you,” SkekSil hissed, brushing at their robe and then running dark talons through the feathers just behind their ear. “In more than this I think, hmmmmMMMMMmmmmm?”
The Wanderer paused again to see if any more bird-racket was forthcoming, and when the answer seemed to be no, they finished:
“You still think…in UrSkek…do you not?”
