“You know, if… if you showing up out of nowhere and saving my life on more than one occasion
on my few days off
is part of some dastardly scheme to make me less inclined to arrest you when I’m on duty… it’s working.”
My first art book “Dappled Light” will be for sale at Austin Reinken’s and I’s booth at this year’s CTNX! Included will be sketchbook pages from this year and going as far back as 2014, some of my favorite digital illustrations, and a few things I haven’t posted online. This is my first art book so I’m very excited to share it :) Hopefully I’ll see a lot of you at CTN this year!
That freakin dragon Grim Matchstick in Cuphead’s been giving me more trouble than I care to admit. I will say though, he did inspire me to do some fiery shenanigans with Candice, particularly showing how cartoony she could be when very angry/at her limits (yes the fact that Grim’s head transforms like that has inspired that second pic pfft)
Also figured with how dangerous but capable Candice can be, I figured she could use cartoon logic to extend her wick and use it like a fiery whip to strike some suckers. vuv)/ Poor Lucy and Bulby though, aheh…
Some more sketches of Wanda as well as a fake fight scene for her.
When it comes to fighting her, her attacks are pouring/spitting wine, she has minion corkscrews who drill holes in the wine barrels that create fountains. They also attack you too and she throws cheeseplates as well.
Idk guys, I tried out a different writing style with this one, not sure if it worked.
Starts off cute, but ultimately, it’s angst without a happy ending (fair warning yo). I had this planned to go one way, but then this story decided to march itself in the other direction and took me along for the ride. Hope you like it nonetheless.
“Steve,” you hiss.
Steve grumbles in his sleep, then turns his back to you as he rolls over. You huff indignantly. Unfazed, you poke his side insistently until he stirs awake, blinking the sleep out of his bleary eyes.
“Y/N?” Steve yawns, “What’re you doin’?”
“C’mon, ya big lug,” you whisper, grabbing his thin wrist and pulling him off the bed, “It’s a clear night,”. You pick up the small canvas bag you’d dropped on the floor, pulling it open to show him the contents. “See? I snuck some apples from home and packed some papers and a graphite for ya,”.
Steve shakes his head, trying his best to look more disgruntled than he really is. “You go on up,” he says, flapping his hand at you in a shooing motion, “I’ll join you in a bit,”.
i imagine jessamine as someone who delights in fashion, but sticks to relatively simple pieces for herself. lots of solid colors (especially black) with bold, opposing accents, and beautiful jewels, but tastefully selected. as soon as i saw this 1930′s Valentina evening dress, i had to draw it!