[ image one: a drawing of Warren Beek, a large fetal bird in a purple and gold suit. his eyes are red, set in massive purple eyelids that bulge off of his pinkish orange skin, and his beak blends into this wet flesh, pointy and forming a zig-zaggy frown as he says something. his hair is brushed and sticks to his face, some strands frilling out behind him. his arms are unfeathered and seem backwards, hanging close to his body, and his shoes are far too big for his twiggy legs. he looks upset by something as he walks by his desk, which has a metal box for rolled up papers and a fishbowl of nondescript candies. behind the desk, a chair, and behind that, on the grey wall, a key holder with metal keys and key-cards, some missing. the wallpaper seems to drip...
image two: a drawing of Sirenae, a creature draped in a dirty sheet, reaching pinkish purple arms out of the sheet to slice wayward branches off of the hedges they are attending to. their arms are haphazardly wrapped in bandages, and the palms of their hands are green from tending to the hedges. where their face should be behind their sheet is also green, and they are turned toward the viewer, a happy glow illuminating the bushes around them. their tail sits upon the grass limply. ]
and here’s the other two, Warren and Sirenae
