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I struggled to draw everything in this 😞

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Banan & Laundry's backstory (1/?)

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Quick lil backstory comic I've started for Banan and Laundry the slugpup (aka @skyauroka) that I came up with on the spot inbetween Jolly Co-op sessions

Don't let the lack of background colours fool you, this is garbage wastes. There seems to be a theme here with this toll hm?

All the scavs here are based on in-game scavs, except banan herself who originated from the scavcat mod. In order of appearance their IDs are:

1848 (white n green)*

8597 (dark, teal eyes)

5515 (blue)

4454 (brown)

10337 (grey, blue eyes red pupils)

11105 aka Lil Guy (dark, orange eyes)

*I'm aware this one has a different horn shape in-game

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Between Now and Nether Fanart Masterpost

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smol doodle of bnan :> updated colours from her ref, these are her official ones now!!

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Maybe I should spend less time drawing and play the actual game, but in my defence it's still the middle of exam season for me and I don't have the energy right now.

Anyways laundry doesn't have any idea what's happening right now, she doesn't speak scavenger yet

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Banan the scav (feat. her slugpup @skyauroka)

She's from the dms scavcat mod, I made her at the tail end of my first Survivor playthrough and have been using her as my surv skin since then. Never drawn her until now though, which is a shame because scavs are really fun to draw turns out.

Notes/headcanons/screenshots/extra sketch below:

Ok so, this is my first time thinking about scavengers this much. Anatomy-wise i mean. You can see it as the drawings progress even. (the top right was the first i drew, and from there on the back growths slowly went from fur to spines in subsequent pieces for example)

Headcanons: - I imagine scav mouths/heads to be pretty bug-like, inspired by ants specifically. While banan herself doesn't have mandibles a lot of scavs do, and the face shape reminds me a lot of ants too. - Are her mouth pieces on the top or bottom of the mouth? Simple: both! There's 4 of them total, the top pair are just hidden under the bottom pair -like in the pic with the slugpup- unless the mouth is open. - Like most people, I imagine scavs as being similar to monkeys. But like, if you made monkeys out of paper mache. Incredibly brittle lil things. You can always see their ribs poking through, they're usually all skin and bones, banan is in peak physical condition for a scav. It helps improve their agility. - Most of her body is covered in very short fur, think pitbull or dachshund or something similar, and the tail has slightly longer fur. The spines on the back are like porcupine spines visually, but without actually being spiky or detachable. The longer the spines & antlers are, the prettier the scav is by scav standards. Like birds! - Speaking of, the 'eatlers' are just antlers. Their ears are lil invisible holes on the sides of their heads, also like birds actually.

Various assorted screenshots of Banan and her pup. We had to change sky to an adult ingame eventually since she was a bit... vertically challenged as a pup, but in spirit she's still a tiny slugpup.

The first picture was taken during that original Survivor run :]

and uh...

...it took me a second to figure out the angle of the eyes in that apple doodle. Honestly this made me laugh irl for like a minute straight when I first made it because it was on complete accident

She is judging you. I dunno what you did, but she is. She's probably right.

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Between Now and Nether :: Ch 16 :: Sneek Peak!

You have all be so patient, here is a little taste of what is to come!

“Do you remember the day we met?” Emma rasped softly, a tiny tick at the side of her mouth causing her lips to spread into a smile, a happier smile.  Her eyes remained closed and Killian wasn’t sure if it was in the memory of that day or of his hands on her skin.

“Aye, love,” Killian ghosted his thumb over her cheek and hoped she could feel him.  “How could I forget?” he laughed easily, his own smile growing.

“I was so scared of meeting you,” Emma grinned to herself at the memory.  “I’d heard stories,” she teased.

“Stories?” Killian raised a brow.  “Good, I hope.”

Emma laughed and pulled at the sleeve of her cotton long sleeved top, wiping the damp lines from her face quickly and brushing the hair from her face.  “Would I have been scared if they were good?”

“Indeed,” Killian conceded with a sly smirk.  “Was I every stereotype you were hoping for?”

Emma rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and inhaled hard, recalling the day she had met Killian on her first day as a detective.  She had been assigned to his car that shift, spending the entire day trapped inside the metal contraption with a man who she had decided on first impressions was, undoubtedly, the most arrogant and cocky person she had ever met.  At first sight, however, Emma had decided that he was far prettier than any man should be and that he intrigued her enough to actually listen when he talked.

As it turned out, Killian Jones was nothing like the stories.  They painted him as an egotist womanizer with one agenda and a closure rate for cases so high that he was a bullpen God.  It was true that his cases were closed quicker than the thighs of a woman becoming a nun, and most of his fellow detectives looked to him for advice and with admiration, but Emma couldn’t find a single shred of evidence to suggest that he played the field.  No disgruntled exes.  No complaints against him for harassment.  Nothing.  In fact, she began to encounter the very opposite.

Killian Jones was, in fact, a gentleman.  He was her superior but that didn’t stop him from opening her patrol car door for her, or buying her coffee.  And not just any coffee, no, he would actually ask her what she ‘fancied’ and just pay.  He opened doors for her to buildings, always made sure she could walk through first, and never interrupted her whilst she was talking to a suspect or witness, defending her honour when things got a little heated.  He also didn’t demand she complete his paperwork so that he could go out with the guys after work, instead content to sit opposite from her dimly lit desk and join her in the tedious, daily task.

After her first day, she had softened to him, enjoying the way he smiled in her direction across the bullpen when he thought she wasn’t looking and defended her from all the rookie jokes.  She had told Graham that very night that Killian Jones made her tingle and didn’t think she had stopped smiling since.

“Only one,” Emma smirked coyly.

“Oh?  Which one would that be, love?” Killian asked gently, letting his hand slide down over her shoulders to hover over her stomach.

“I had heard you had a penchant for blondes,” Emma grinned cheekily.  “Turned out pretty true,” she shrugged playfully, shaking her golden tresses with a nod of her head and laying her face on her hand that was palm down on the pillow.

“You are actually the first and only blonde,” Killian said matter of factly.  “I promise,” he winked.

“And what about me?  Was I everything you had imagined?” Emma asked him with a smirk of intrigue, narrowing her eyes a little when he pondered the question.

Killian’s face grew serious, his smile fading away as he was once again hit with a wave of emotion that was mixed with the fear of never being whole again.  “Emma,” Killian began, propping his head up a little on his elbow so he could look down into the dull green pools of her eyes, still watery from her tears.  “I could never have imagined a more beautiful creature,” he purred honestly. “You walked into the bullpen and beguiled me, and it was the first time in my life I had considered ending my career to pursue a colleague.”

“Because we were not allowed to date at first,” Emma confirmed quietly, looking up at him with childlike eyes.  “Precinct rules.”

“That’s right,” Killian smiled, closing his eyes and exhaling hard at the memory of first seeing Emma.  “You took my breath away, Swan.  You ripped it right out of my lungs and it wasn’t long after that, you stole my heart as well.”  Killian’s eyes flickered open once more and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips that didn’t even need it.  “You are a thief, Emma Swan, and you own every part of me.”

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