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Hmmmm in all honesty I haven't drawn too much this last month; been super-busy with Flash-Fiction-Month instead and juggling my internships and whatnot, but still managed a bunch of stuff, even if it's mostly just silly OC doodles, hahahah. But here is, and a mix of my traditional and digital sketches of late~ <3

And the Corryn vs. LieLie pic is for the Poll I've been running, hahahahah though it seems the winner is clear-!!

And yeah I got really swept up in Sariel/Jean backstory stuff... expect to see more of her and Salim, I've got a couple of cute/sweet/awful things I still need to post HAHAHAHAH;;;

And if you guys ever want more updates/me yammering on about my OCs/stories, you should probably check out my Artslam posts , as that's what I've been mostly busy with/posting to this summer!

Yanna belongs to ,
Mikki belongs to , and uuuuhhh amazingly enough everyone else is mine, hahahah!!

Seth, Rouka, Asher, Phelan, Ayra, Corryn, Sariel/Jean and Salim are all from my story Iris ;
Ian and Cris are from Angel Dust , LieLie is from Shantih , and Sweet's just a free agent of chaos and cuteness xD

As always, I'm happy to answer any questions you might have about any of my OCs/stories!!

AD - WoundedIn the hollow after the BANG! of the gunshot, Ian finds himself suddenly laughing, stupefied.
"Wh... What the fuck?"
It's slow to sink in: the kid on the ground kicking, spastic, his mouth open and gaping but no sound coming out, only--only sputters of blood, and the hole in his neck bubbling, the weird strange whistling noises coming from--Ian's not sure where, he turns to--
"What the fuck, Cris?"
Cris just shrugs, pausing to take a drag on his cigarette. The gun's dangling casually from his other hand like it's a toy, and not just the weapon that just punched a hole, neat as a dime, into someone's neck and turned them into a leaking sack of red fluid--
A blind, jerking kick from the kid's spasming leg hits Ian's shoe and he stumbles back, bumps into the island in the middle of the deserted kitchen, in this abandoned, wrecked shell of a place where people used to live but which now has just turned into a place for one guy to kill another--
"You..

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Hmmmm in all honesty I haven't drawn too much this last month; been super-busy with Flash-Fiction-Month instead and juggling my internships and whatnot, but still managed a bunch of stuff, even if it's mostly just silly OC doodles, hahahah. But here is, and a mix of my traditional and digital sketches of late~ <3

And the Corryn vs. LieLie pic is for the Poll I've been running, hahahahah though it seems the winner is clear-!!

And yeah I got really swept up in Sariel/Jean backstory stuff... expect to see more of her and Salim, I've got a couple of cute/sweet/awful things I still need to post HAHAHAHAH;;;

And if you guys ever want more updates/me yammering on about my OCs/stories, you should probably check out my Artslam posts , as that's what I've been mostly busy with/posting to this summer!

Yanna belongs to ,
Mikki belongs to , and uuuuhhh amazingly enough everyone else is mine, hahahah!!

Seth, Rouka, Asher, Phelan, Ayra, Corryn, Sariel/Jean and Salim are all from my story Iris ;
Ian and Cris are from Angel Dust , LieLie is from Shantih , and Sweet's just a free agent of chaos and cuteness xD

As always, I'm happy to answer any questions you might have about any of my OCs/stories!!

AD - WoundedIn the hollow after the BANG! of the gunshot, Ian finds himself suddenly laughing, stupefied.
"Wh... What the fuck?"
It's slow to sink in: the kid on the ground kicking, spastic, his mouth open and gaping but no sound coming out, only--only sputters of blood, and the hole in his neck bubbling, the weird strange whistling noises coming from--Ian's not sure where, he turns to--
"What the fuck, Cris?"
Cris just shrugs, pausing to take a drag on his cigarette. The gun's dangling casually from his other hand like it's a toy, and not just the weapon that just punched a hole, neat as a dime, into someone's neck and turned them into a leaking sack of red fluid--
A blind, jerking kick from the kid's spasming leg hits Ian's shoe and he stumbles back, bumps into the island in the middle of the deserted kitchen, in this abandoned, wrecked shell of a place where people used to live but which now has just turned into a place for one guy to kill another--
"You..