#liquid samurai

[leftysage]

i had fun drawing the goop

[theradiance02]

Sigh... I'm manning up and sharing some of my characters here

This is Shine, a silent and graceful lady that can end you in one breath, and the one on her hat is Bob, the loudest skull on the planet. He says a lot of bullcrap

Did I mention that she likes tea?

Human and Pocket Dungeon version cause why not

The other one is Kage and he's a hunk that likes men. They're besties

These versions for him as well

[nina245]

Now the trio is complete and I'm back from the void!

"Nina how many liquid samurai ocs (?) did you make?"

"Yes"

(idk if I should call them ocs but oh well)

Planning on doing a stand of them too

[bloomblanche]

[hilavaport]

[cyan0psia]

Hanari with @failmeep's Usagi. They're "good friends".

[grif-o-cil]

Hello, been inactive again because I was busy discovering new ways to Make Art

Animatic I did for an art contest, featuring my liquid samurai OCs! And currently working on another (Pokemkn ZA themed because I fucking love that game)

It was my first serious animatic, done fully traditional! There's room for improvement but really liked what I did

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Interested in my art? Check out my Kofi here!

[mercifulbutbroken]

For the Shovel Knight prompts…

The perspective of the Liquid Samurai from Showdown when it was in the possession of Plague Knight, after his ending in Showdown’s story mode.

HELLO CARPET I AM /SO/ SORRY CARPET THAT THIS TOOK MONTHS I'M SO BUSY W COLLEGE BULLSHIT BUT HAVE AT YE CARPET

The walls of their confinement, despite how thin they appeared, held strong against the continued thrashing. Their headpiece hit the metal top of the tiny glass room as their messy form swirled. 

They lost the battle. Their one form, while also trapped in a prison of glass, was unable to defeat the alchemist. The mirror, while shattered to a million pieces, was unable to be melded back together. Just as they were unable to join their brothers and sisters. 

Two malformed hands press to the walls as the jar was carried through the Explodatorium, the fabric of the messenger’s cloak swaying back and forth in front of him. Many eyes of others linger, some higher to gaze on the holder’s face, and some lower, to them. To the captured and displayed other, being taken to god knows where. It was a bit of a tossup, if the view of the journey was a mercy, taunting, or just an oversight.

The alchemist suddenly came into view, head not even making it to half of the height of the towering machines crowding a corner of the room. He bounces forwards, chattering unknown words as his beaked mask hovered close to the glass. His gaze went upwards, trying to gaze at the now revealed assistant. The form’s eyes gaze towards the gap between the mask and cloak, one weak spot, if only they would—-

Gravity lifted upwards, the two gloved hands leaving the sides of the glass as he was lifted upwards, the air just barely heard, muffled from the walls. 

Before the container fell into the pool of mixtures and color.

And then, the universe detonated.

Heat, all surrounding and encompassing heat melted away the glass and metal, the headpiece holding fast just long enough for one hand to grasp above the surface before slipping into the abyss. Everything was dissolving, turning into chunks, to bits. All the way to tiny pearls, dissolving into glitter. 

…. It was. Quite dark, being surrounded by everything.

Only a gentle pull was felt in the space that would only be assumed would be their waist, pulling them deeper and deeper. Everything was gone. Senses were fading to become numb, dissolving into blank nothing. Blank, empty eyes, scan the empty horizon. 

A speck.

A point in space shimmers. They blink. The point shimmers. 

A push drifts the mass forwards. Hands reached out, barely held together anymore, dives through the waves. Reaching, pushing, yearning, to go past that. To end up further.

Past the light, past the specks of color fading from view. They reach out past that event horizon.

To reach out and grasp that unfathomable star.