Additional Dearsweets. Colour test, rat-bubble-bath and antenna headband with their big shiny wet shiny peepers.
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That has been sitting in my drafts for far too long, the good Bishop for @notatzimisce
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Dearsweet ‘Respectfully’ Darling, they’re just a little guy with a couple unfoldable jaws and a carrot in their hat.
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Vanya the Golden
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Miscellaneous Menagerie things. Gotta name the guy with the extendable torso now that I've decided it's their whole torso and not just the neck that pops out.
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Out of context doodle of our jjba tabletop session last night
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makes you all look at Miodrag's wip again. Slow going but, yeah.
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Teufel of the Menagerie
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Chester (my Orphan mage from a MtA game, general horrible little man, got turned into a goose once) and Sledge (from a jjba themed game, they're the only non-stand user in their group but they don't let that squash their radiant vibes).
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Squishy
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One of Grandpa's alternate skins to wear.
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Revisiting my old artwork for Grandpa Dragon, adding more scales, wiggly bits. Satisfied for now!
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Slee, who never gets sketched the same way twice and I love him for it.
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Drahomíra, Grandpa's kennelmaster. Trying to nail down her design- Definitely giving the armor and helmet another pass. More ornate/more faces or maws sculpted around the shoulders perhaps/maybe more of a stylistic link on the helm with a falconer's hood.
The sketch just so happened to sit all cosy next to Miodrag's (her husband) sketch.
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WIP.
An arcane automata from a forgotten era of magic. Powered by an internal magebone battery, much of their flight comes from unconcious and instinctual spells of levitation, allowing them uncanny movement in the air. Will ‘filter feed’ mana from sunlight and wind during low-effort gliding. Fully sentient, though amnesiac after centuries of torpor, they presently employ themself as a mailman or courier of sorts, taking scrolls and missives through the hatch in their front into a ‘larger on the inside’ compartment within their interior, spitting them out again from one of the many carved faces that line their side with unerring accuracy on delivery, hardly needing to land. While they do not yet remember much of their creation, they relish the oppertunities their new path has given them.
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