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"Who is Courier Six, otherwise known as Cecil Meyer?"

Long time no fallout, for some figures in Cecil's wild life talking about him.

Featuring fnv au versions of characters by @whatthewonder @gaybandaids @shockingshinx12-shinx and @sealsundae @gob-ombs

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Women like winners, Mcloser

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I am in fact Not Dead, and here's some of the Christmas present felts I made for 2024!

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Quick doodle as binging Captain Laserhawk got me thinking about my motherfucker unlimited cyborg bodyguard man

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Category 5 old queen event

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Guy I'm a fan of

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When will I ever be happy with how I draw these carcinisatized fungi aliens

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Some more boards!

"If after all this you will not listen to me, I will punish you for your sins seven times over. You will eat the flesh of your sons and the flesh of your daughters. I will destroy your high places, cut down your incense altars and pile your dead bodies on the lifeless forms of your idols, and I will abhor you. I will turn your cities into ruins and lay waste your sanctuaries, and I will take no delight in the pleasing aroma of your offerings. I myself will lay waste the land so that your enemies who live there will be appalled. I will scatter you among the nations and will draw out my sword and pursue you. Your land will be laid waste, and your cities will lie in ruins."

Enter DEMIURGE, a world of cannibals and carnivores where it's kill or be killed and you must evolve or die.

Centuries before, a mutagenic plague consumed the world, becoming the very planet itself. Today we see the bizarre environments and inhabitants that dwell in the body of the Demiurge, all struggling to survive another day.

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Better late than never in posting, but some attempts in finding how to draw Cass... featuring my current courier who is the nerdy little brother she never had.

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MEGLIO STASERA, BABY, GO GO GO!

CROSSOVER TIME.... MESSY CONCEPTING SKETCHES AS IT HAUNTS ME.

Going off of a concept from @halftoning for amnesiac isekaied Guybrush stuck in the Sam&Max verse- as "Guy" or "Journalist Guy" who finds himself as an investigative reporter, specifically reporting on the cases of Sam&Max.

We also have Agent Nelson Tethers. After the disaster in Scoggins involving assault of government agents and destruction of government property/a government secret weapon, instead of being fired or locked up, he was scooped up and made the assistant of Agent Superball. Now he's in charge of following up on the cases of Sam&Max, helping tie up loose ends and assisting in cleanup.

The two cross paths and decide to teamup/share information, as both are hunting down a certaim loose end... Sam&Max may have caught the museum thieves of the pyrite parrot, but just who was hiring them? Who is behind the demand, and what other seemingly random burglaries may be tied to this, and what does a forgotten legend about an undead pirate king have to do with anything? The red strings of both conspiracy and of fate are at play...

The dream team that would absolutely destroy Taskmaster (the show), meshing together so well- Of unflappable calm matched with boisterous energy, the ability to find the most precise straightforward answer matched with the ability to find the most out of the box and strangely clever answer. A puzzle solving dream team- instead of personalities clashing, they end up as complimentary foils to perfectly balance each other out. Autism king and ADHD king.

It's also about this sorta vibe

And if you recognize what redraws those polycule poses are from, you get some cotton candy!

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"At the late night, double feature, picture show..."

Boards for a fic project I'm workin on, using a Psychonauts×puzzle agent and others crossover au I'm nesting in like a raccoon

CURSE OF CELLULOID

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"I ENJOY MY VERY BIG SPOUSE"

I am on my bullshit. For simultaneously a psychonauts au and oc bullshit, "Curse of Celluloid".

Dr X, the genre aware 1950s b movie mad scientist who is simultaneously a cunning genius and utterly incompetent. The man with the atom brain, filled with confidence and hubris. People who have been with me on my main for a while may recognize him.

I probably should just post Nelson on his own and not post this but. Who's gonna stop me.

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So yeah I devoured the Puzzle Agent games and trying to figure out how to draw Agent Tethers. Also made me draw the other cartoony oc that may be involved in a fic idea I have, who is a Deep Cut for those well informed on the starship/major tom lore.

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"Your dumb human head is full of naivete

Your impending fate is to be one with me"

AU FOR HALO COMBAT EVOLVED... A parasite of a parasite, consciousness is a disease. The burgeoning gravemind overwhelmed by sheer willpower to create a splinter cell, that was or believes itself to be Captain Jacob Keyes. Who is currently having a horrible time as the Flood stands back to let the graveminds fight to the death, bee queen style- though interrupted by covenant.

To find yourself a human software now running on fungus shapeshifter hardware is... A Fucking Time. Going from a solid structure of a body to a fluid adaptable multitool where every cell is flexible... It speaks of that sheer willpower and stubbornness for how he's still "functioning" instead of just melding to the floor and screaming like hindbrain flood+monkey instinct wants to do.

And new combat technique unlocked, for if you've played Carrion: where you just wildly lash out and grab and fling shit and let physics do the work to clear a room.

And adding all new meaning for the desperation for Chief and Cortana to leave him behind and not look for him.

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"If after all this you will not listen to me, I will punish you for your sins seven times over. You will eat the flesh of your sons and the flesh of your daughters. I will destroy your high places, cut down your incense altars and pile your dead bodies on the lifeless forms of your idols, and I will abhor you. I will turn your cities into ruins and lay waste your sanctuaries, and I will take no delight in the pleasing aroma of your offerings. I myself will lay waste the land so that your enemies who live there will be appalled. I will scatter you among the nations and will draw out my sword and pursue you. Your land will be laid waste, and your cities will lie in ruins."

Enter DEMIURGE, a world of cannibals and carnivores where it's kill or be killed and you must evolve or die.

Centuries before, a mutagenic plague consumed the world, becoming the very planet itself. Today we see the bizarre environments and inhabitants that dwell in the body of the Demiurge, all struggling to survive another day.

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A duo of Demiurge mutants, ice-fishers both. Traversing the slick adipocere for where they can break through and cast down lines into the murky fluid below.

They live in a "necrotic zone" in the Demiurge, of frozen flesh and skin flake snow. Rybnik is dour and practical, and keeps Martyr-Of-Flies focused.

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Cthulhu mythos/Delta Green canon for Cecil...

A ghoul, a creature of the night, one of the foul eaters of the dead, wearing the skin of man and walking among them. Cecil Meyer is a dangerous man, but prides himself in that while he may be wicked, the things he deals with are worse.

The ghoul den he was born into was raided by Delta Green- while surviving the extermination, he was left alone in the world and it... was not kind to him. He's been hardened and fashioned himself into a weapon and an avenging angel. Time is a flat circle, and he was picked up by former Delta Green members to work with them as a "friendly"- now witnessing for the dead, tracking down eldritch monstrosities, and bashing in the brains of MAJESTIC agents.

Fatalistic with many strange ideas and philosophies on death and existence, though he doesn't like to present himself as having deeper meaning, preferring to present as an aggressive and mouthy shitkicker. He is of a bloodline that has been doomed or blessed by the charnel god Mordiggian, granted the special ability to witness for the dead: by consuming the flesh of the deceased, he can astrally visit the scene of their demise.

A man with one foot in the grave, a figment of the grim reaper, who is still kicking despite himself.