Clara being foul, to Isaac’s dismay. The usual.

What Isaac and Glen would look like in a more “modern” setting. I wanted to do other characters but I got burnt out. :/ …Yeah, they’d all be douchebags.

On the subject of people being rude with artists…

I’ve gotten plenty of messages from people I don’t even know along the line of, 

“Draw my OC, ____”.

No, they don’t even ask. They command, like I’m their art-slave or some shit. I can’t even imagine how fucking rude these people must be offline. Would you go up to a complete stranger and say “Clean my car”? “Mop my floor”? “Buy me something”?

Even more fun is when these people bitch and moan when I refuse. I don’t owe you shit, especially when you’re rude and demanding to me. The number of these messages I get is astounding, and it honestly scares me  that people are like this. :|

If you want art from someone, commission them! An artist’s time is no less valuable than yours, and compensation is only reasonable. At the very least, ask for an art trade.

And if they ARE taking requests, don’t be a rude little shit. Use your manners, say “please” and “thank you”, don’t demand anything, and don’t even expect them to take your request at all. If they’re not being compensated, they don’t have to do jack shit for you.

somepeopleIsweartogod

fairytalerejects:

Haven’t you always wanted to wear a creepy octopus man on your chest? Well now you can! 

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I DREW A DOGE

Random Elder Scrolls fanart. Lydia from Skyrim. I really feel like I should pay more tribute to this series.

Honestly I could write a whole essay about how much I love the Elder Scrolls series, specifically for the way it treats its female characters. Unlike most video games, Elder Scrolls doesn’t sexualize and objectify women. Female characters wear the same armor as males, not some skimpy cheesecake bullshit. They’re treated respectfully and given unique personalities and backstories. Also the number of important female characters is nearly equal to the males. 

They’re mothers, wives, bandits, warriors, commanders, queens, goddesses, villains, and heroes…You know, like in real life. This is one of the only game series I can think of that treats women like actual people instead of a pair of tits with generic dialog who constantly needs to be rescued.

(The Fallout series is also awesome for this, specifically from Fallout 3 onward.)

The fact that this is even a big deal is pretty fucking sad. Come on, game companies…Bethesda is /decades/ ahead of you with this stuff. Leave the sexism and objectification to modders; they’re always on top of it anyway…

I’m taking commissions!

Twonkie and I were talking about furries today

so I made my own sparkly ass ORIGINAL KARACTER DO NOT STEEL~*~*~ fursona that I can use as a profile on my “anthro” (satyrs and centaurs and gay shit) art accounts.

I have nothing in common with goats except they smell like poop and they hate everything, also everyone seems to think I’m a Satanist for some reason so I think it’s fitting. Also the idea of an asexual goat is pretty funny idk.

If I really were an animal, I think I would be a cat. Except I don’t particularly like cats so???

Fuck you I’m a cat-wolf-dragon-otter-unicorn-amoeba hybrid

wow this sure is some gay shit ugguuu~*~*~*~

Isaac and Glen OuO

BFFs 5ever

slapped some color on it.

I edited my drawing of Isaac. Made his nose more accurate and fixed his neck. Looks a little less shitty now.

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An illustration for the book.
Isaac and his caterpillar-eyebrows. 8I

Who likes ghost stories? Here’s a legend from the Fairy Tale Rejects lore. Inspired by a dream I had years ago.

~

She wanders alone, a ghost forever lost in the endless tundra. Wrapped in a white shroud, she drifts across the northern reaches of Noalen. She is the Pale Drifter, also known as Pale Woman, Northern Wanderer, and the Lost Woman of the North. The first sighting of this anomaly dates back over a thousand years ago, and there have been consistent sightings since. Her presence has been witnessed from Northhaze in the east all the way to Norrdalen in the west. No matter where she’s seen, the description is always the same: A deathly pale elf woman, wearing a long white shroud. She has ashen hair and her eyes have been described as “striking blue”, “hollow”, and “cadaverous”. When she speaks, there is only the whisper of wind.

The Pale Drifter is commonly dismissed as a myth, but many in northern Noalen still believe. Some think she was a girl who got lost in the mountains and died there, and her soul is searching for its way home. Others think she is not a ghost or any one person, but a nomadic tribe of elves. There are others who believe she’s an evil specter who leads people to an icy demise.

All theories hold some evidence. There have been many cases of Folkvar soldiers inexplicably wandering from their posts into the frozen tundra, where they become lost. Most are never found, but those that are claim they were beckoned by a pale woman in a white shroud. There are also several undocumented tribes living on the northern coast, and the “ghost” may very well be traveling tribespeople. No matter the case, it’s a tradition for many settlements in Folkvar kingdom to light lanterns on the top of their flagpoles each night, in hopes that the Pale Drifter will see the warm glow and find her way home.

The cover for “Blue Valley Underground”. It’s a written story set in the FTR universe. I’ll probably have an alternative cover along with this one.

The idea behind this stems from the unnecessary sexualization of women on the cover of most fantasy novels. I wanted to poke fun at that, but at the same time, his shirtless-ness and the scars are relevant to the plot. You see the cover and think, “Oh, it’s a homoerotic story” then you read it and it’s like LOLNOPE ADVENTURE.

Synopsis: A young Evangeline soldier named Isaac starts his first mission as a slaver. Disgusted by his queen’s orders, he wanders into the forest alone. After being tricked by a nymph, Isaac wakes up naked and disoriented on the other side of the continent. He must find his way home while surviving the everyday madness of the Blue Valley.

Leetle babby Isaac and a friend.

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“The other soldiers spoke about the nostalgic feelings of their childhoods. Isaac couldn’t understand such emotions, not when his younger years had been so miserable. The orphanage could hardly support the stray cats that infested it, much less he and the fifty-something other children there.

Isaac remembered being thin and frail, bruising at the slightest touch, the way his scalp itched and itched and itched all the time. His shaggy hair, full lips and long black eyelashes misled people, and he was often mistaken for a girl. He cringed every time he thought of the little boy who offered him a dandelion and confessed his kindergarten love for him. Isaac told him he was a boy and promptly got pushed in the mud. Needless to say, he always preferred the company of the mangy cats over the other children.

He was a baby-faced whelp who couldn’t follow orders and kept company with wayward strays. Over a decade later, Isaac realized he was still a child.”

-Scrapped excerpt from Blue Valley Underground