WIP. Remembering why I don’t do fanart as often anymore. Finding refs is the fucking pits.
Etain, Guthrie’s daughter. Stubborn, angry teenager that she is.
Sorry about that random influx of not-art. My phone app was set to reblog here instead of my other tumblr.
Genderfluid god of medicine, snark, and sex. Not sure how this one is going to go over, but we’ll see.
If part of you isn’t at least a little bit afraid of Freya, I’m sorry, but Darwin has given up on you. She’s not a goddess of love, she is love. She is the flutter of butterflies in your stomach, the roll of warmth in your chest.
She is also the knife that twists and twists and twists. The feeling of your ribs caving in, the dull ache in an eye blackened by someone close to you.
There’s no question in my mind that she’s the most powerful goddess in my headcanon.
Fenrir bein’ a guinea pig for my first little art demo thing. Parts are annoying the shit out of me now, but it’s late and it’ll be there tomorrow.
Thanks for coming to the art party, guys!
Vian taking his work outside with him on a quiet night. All scholars know a change of scene can refresh the mind and the work. I also like the thought of Lock technology being organized like star systems, so a night sky might make him feel more connected, in a way.
Anyhoo, quick sketch for crispyfishsticks of her character Vian. I don’t own him, Lockjaws, or anything pertaining to them. The above is mostly my headcanon and should not be taken as any sort of gospel.
Feel better, Beast!
Still WIP. Thank gods the tumblr compression is better than facebook’s.