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Swtd Fanart - "Stop Being An Angry Bastard"

Around a week ago, maybe a bit more, @twistedpartywolf sent me an ask that pictured this exact scene: A furious Rennick, being lifted into the air by his much taller partner, Horacio who then proceeds to kiss his head. And welp! I had to draw it!

Kinda rushed it because boooy the last week was exhausted, but hey! At the very least it's done! Hope you all like it!

Apologies that it took so long. Work strapped me in verrry tightly after I came back from sick-leave. Being sick does suck ass, but it at the very least had given me the time to draw a lot.

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Beautiful!

k so uhhh. What if Still Wakes The Deep just had a like fighting game spinoff. I think that would be cool

individual character cards/stats below!

I def have more to explain of course, like how I think this hypothetical "game" (is this an au? I've been just calling it an au for simplicity ig) works.. wanted to start with a simple lineup first to get the concept out there first lol

(I got other characters in mind for the au too, if there's someone not here you're ichin to see)

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RE Oneshot - Only After My Coffee

I needed a break from drawing and so I wrote a Oneshot for Resident Evil called "Only After My Coffee - Albert Wesker x Sergei Vladimir" for which I had the idea for quite a while now. Thought I might share it here!

It took me two hours to make lol. I hope it's good!

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I love the height difference between your oc and Rennick. It would be funny if Rennick is just mad about something and your oc just picks him up and gives head kisses to the old man. Love your art style btw!

Thank you!! 💙 I'm still a bit shaky with humans so I am glad that I seem to slowly get the hang of it. I will totally draw this.

And yes, that would TOTALLY happen. Horacio is a humble guy but that Russian knows his height and strength and how to take advantage of it, even with his crippled leg. And it's not always in favor of Rennick.

So, sometimes, he gets picked up like a naughty puppy and gets a smooch on the head. Only in private though, as he knows that he can go and dig his own grave if he'd dare to embarrass his man like that in front of the crew. ESPECIALLY McLeary.

Rennick is a proud bastard, and he is temperamental enough to even sometimes scare this big man. Plus sweet Horacio is scared he'd pop a vein in his head one day if he angers him too much.

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Terry Innes & Ewan Muir

I love these two. They live rent free in my head lol

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infected rennick and horacio meeting reminds me of the lyrics to alt-j's song breezeblocks. from rennick's pov: "please don't go, I'll eat you whole; I love you so, I love you so, I love you so". he's thundering down a collapsing corridor after horacio, howling "thirty fucking years!" like he's choking on his grief, thinking horacio is abandoning him 😔

I listened to the song and you are so riiiight!! God this scenario is downright heartbreaking...poor Rennick.😔

I am absolutely in love with this though because I can absolutely see it taking place! I wish I could animate to make it! I can draw it though! And it 100% gets onto my drawing list!! Thank you so much for giving me this idea!! It already lives in my head rent free💙

I can already see it being one of those projects that will take me thirty years to complete 😅

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How would Horacio react to seeing mutated Rennick?

Horacio would be straight up devastated.

He would be in denial at first, probably screaming Rennick's name and trying to get through the fogged mind of the man is now a monster. He'll probably also attempt the same thing as Innes as well - talking to him - and when he would notice that it was impossible, he'd turn on his heels and run.

He wouldn't fully escape though, no. They have been together for 30 years. Horacio would either find a way to at the very least partially reverse it, or they would both die here together.

They swore to do so, after all. Back when they had still worked together.

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SWTD Fanart - City Lights in Winter

Rennick isn't too fond of open affection from Horacio for several reasons. Especially not when people are around.

But sometimes...sometimes he needs it. And given that winter is the time of the cold, he is more receptive towards it than usual. And Horacio, being the smug bastard he is, gladly uses this to his advantage.

A little something I drew in the doctor's office today because I had to wait forever. It was originally also on Reddit, but I took it down due to hostility there. This is now a tumblr and DeviantArt exclusive post lol.

City Lights in Winter (Alternative Shadings)

I could not decide which one I liked most. Soo, I posted all of them! Hope you enjoy!

And a little funny treat 😅

Yeah, I don't know what happened here.

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YESSS!! ANOTHER MASTERPIECEEE

EXCELLENT WORD MY FRIEND 💙

“Are you man enough, McLeary..?” Suze spoke, though something different met his gaze.

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WAAAH doodle of my design and concept of The Shape! Of course previously showcased COUGH.

Made for The Sea Runs Black SWTD au!

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HEYYYYY

MASTERPIECE ALERT

The Shape

Heeeyyyy this is my interpretation of what is truly beneath the derrick! Its “speech” can be interpreted as whichever voice a character hears. And of course this is the design for my AU lmfao.

The “king” it refers to is David Rennick, as that is what he referred to himself as and the Shape has continued to confirm that it takes past events in its “conversation”.

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I LOVE HORACIO and how huge he is please tell us more about his relationship with rennick (the old man is also my fav) 🫶

Hello! Thank you so much for your kind words❤️! I’ll gladly tell you more about the big man!

Soo…without spoiling too much of the main story:

Horacio Dmitrov is a man of Russian blood born into the Soviet Union yet partially raised in England and Scotland (How this happened is a whole story in itself lmao). He is an independent contractor who has been hired by the government to investigate a “concerning anomaly” that has been discovered post-begin of the drilling operation and as such has agreed to be stationed at the Beira D. for an extended amount of time to ensure whether or not it was safe to continue.

His personality is, despite his rather unfriendly facial expression when idle, actually very pleasant. He is a quiet man with an exceptionally calm temperament who rarely raises his extremely deep voice, speaking with an English accent that is slightly tinged with a Russian’s that makes him sound quite unique. He enjoys the small things in life such as animals, hunting and sports, is a very enthusiastic tea drinker that owns his own collections of taste all over the world and has a passion for good literature. He is usually quick to become a father figure to younger people whom he teaches.

Horacio Dmitrov’s Relationship with David Rennick:

Horacio Dmitrov and David Rennick have been partners for over 3 decades and have an established family, though that had required some legal tinkering due to their same-sex relationship. He is the stepfather of Rennick’s biological daughter Freya who was born from a one-night stand with a girl Rennick had slept with when they were both in their late teenage years – she is not in the picture – and has helped raise her into adulthood, eventually also becoming the grandfather of her twins that she had given birth to in hear early twenties.

They once used to work together as well – it was how the met in the first place – and have been partners in that particular job for over two decades before Rennick was forced to quit due to a horrible incident that nearly cost Horacio’s life and Rennick’s sanity, and now they work in separated fields and only reunite when Rennick is onshore. Well, that was until the contract with the government...

I apologize if any of this is confusing. 😅 I am horrible at summaries

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John "Whiny Old Fud" Roper Doodle

This time in a more cartoonish style. It was quicker, and I believe I will try to adapt to it a little. I love this man. I am also stealing his "blue arsed flies" quote lol.

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I played Still Wakes the Deep and fell in LOVE with it. So, doing as I do, I made an au and created an OC. Horacio Dmitrov! The probably most peculiar man on earth lmao. And also...Rennick's partner.

Even though it doesn't look like it because the old cunt is yelling at the fellow old man 😅. But Rennick is just Rennick-ing

Stay tuned for more story, my friends! I cooked some things up in the last few weeks!

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Humans!! They suck to draw! I want to learn though! My first attempt in quite a while from yesterday...

I wanna draw Still Wakes The Deep Fanart lol, soooo...yeaaaaah I need to practice.

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My Daedric Princes Human Form Headcanons

Over time, my little mind began to picture some of the inhuman daedric princes in human forms. I thought I might share them through headcanons, given that I suuuuuck at drawing humans 😅

Molag Bal

Somehow, it is extraordinarily unsurprising that Molag Bal has a human form. And to the frustration of many, especially for those who hate his guts, he was objectively incredibly good looking.

He is tall, standing at the end of 6/at the beginning of 7 feet, and as such is much taller than the average guy. He enjoys the looks of shock every time he is confronted with a mortal, and feels superior when they are forced to lift their heads to speak to him.

His eyes were still blue, though the glow has retreated to a somewhat normal iris with cat-like pupils. He simply liked the look of that, and quite honestly, the compliments he gets from the ones that are attracted to him boosts his already enormous ego.

His hair is short to mid-length, reaching just far enough for a small braid. He keeps it in many different styles to keep the appeal to mortals -males and females alike - fresh and his most-used ones are open, small bun, skillfully braided, or just a simple ponytail.

He is immensely tuned, his body broad with hard muscles. His skin is heavily scarred and on the pale side, though quickly browns when exposed to the sun.

Being of good physique, he, of course, wants to show it off. This means that the armor he wears is sparsely, showing off as much as possible while simultaneously also providing somewhat of a protection, consisting of a steel-loincloth accompanied by thick leather pants as well as shoulder blades. The rest of his chest and stomach, however, is exposed.

His lovely mace of course still rests at his right hip, attached to a belt that held his loincloth up. It is easy to reach but also very visible, and he enjoyed the immense discomfort once it is spotted by a mere mortal. Oh…if they only knew.

Hermaeus Mora

Hermaeus Mora's human form is certainly unique and may be one of the most recognizable ones that the Daedra ever have taken on.

He has chosen a body of unbelievable height, towering over any sort of mortal by ranging between either 8 or 11 foot, looking down upon every creature that dared to speak to him.

His eyes have stayed the same, though they were now two, surrounded by black lines that only intensify their already natural glow.

His hair is absurdly long, its mist-like strands that always seemed to move as if they were tentacles swirling around him and pooling at his feet, making him appear as if he was dragging darkness itself behind him. Surpassingly, he does occasionally braid it into an elegant, single braid, doing so when he moved through difficult terrain where the strands were more of annoyance than anything else.

His pale skin is littered with shifting tattoos that appear to be words, changing with every breath he takes. They were barely visible in light, but they glow once he stands in the dark, making it impossible to miss when he wants to be seen.

He is wearing a long, black robe that covers his entire body, his hands mostly hidden in the long sleeves that cover them. A hood is resting on his upper back, used when it is raining or snowing. If is wearing any sort of footwear is unknown.

Hermaeus Mora is also hiding a weapon within the folds of fabric. Two long blades half as long as his height, covered snuggly by cloth as they rest either on his back or on his hips. They are quickly reached, led by an experienced hand that does not only possess wisdom but also strength and have caused the death of many people...

Mehrunes Dagon

Mehrunes Dagon is maybe one of the more unlikely ones to have a human form, but surprisingly, he does have one.

He is taller in height, definitely towering above most mortals at the relatively consistent height of 8 feet. He just enjoys watching them squirm when they are forced to lift their head to meet his gaze, aware that should he decide to use violence against them, there is nothing they can do.

His hair is shorter on the front yet long on the back, the latter braided into a thick braid. He does occasionally wear it open, though prefers to restrain it so it would not disturb him in whatever activity he is doing.

His horns are something he wears in the form of a crown resting snugly on the crown of his head, fastened into the strings of his hair so it would not fall during movement.

His body is covered in thick armor, colored red and black to resemble the skin he wears when manifesting into the Daedra form that we all know so well. In colder area, he also has a cape with him that he uses to protect himself from low temperatures. He maybe a Daedra, but committing to a full human illusions came with its own issues, and he found the feeling of being "cold" especially uncomfortable.

His weapons, ironically enough a collection of four, are hidden all around his body, easily reachable for him and yet still perfectly shielded from sight. It still is quite ridiculous to think about when the obvious thread of such set-up is mentally discarded.

Malacath

Malacath rarely ever "lowers himself" to a human form, despite being able to do so. He sees it to be beneath him, preferring the form of an orc much more than the one of a puny human.

However, that does not mean that occasionally, he finds use of what he crafted, mostly doing so to secretly roam through the mortals' realms, taking it in through his own two eyes and by being directly present, fooling the mortals with the belief that he was a mere traveler exploring the world.

He isn't unnaturally tall, ranging within a mortal's reasonable height at 6.1 feet with well-toned skin and fine msucles. He can of course change that, but he does not see a reason to do so. His tallness had stayed the same ever since this manifestation's creation.

He has short, spikey black hair that he keeps in a rather unique style, the tips always facing backwards and slightly tilted upwards. It was an alternate way to have his horns.

When it comes to clothing, he keeps it light. He does wear regular pants and boots with his weapons either strapped to his back or resting at his hip, but when it comes to covering his upper body, he prefers to be free of any bothersome fabric. Only when he is in cold regions, he throws on a coat that is quickly rid when it starts to get on his nerves.

He still wears orc jewelry, refusing to take it off. That was something he was not willing to compromise, no matter the situation.

Peryite

Peryite's human form is...certainly unique and, despite being rarely seen, very recognizable when one does not know what to look for.

He appears as sick and frail, his body a tall but lanky form with grey skin and not an ounce of fat or muscle on his body. From afar, he is easily mistaken for a rough Draugr, a fact that heavily amuses him.

His grey hair is long, thin, and frail, looking as if it was desperately missing the minerals necessary to finally bloom. It is either open or hangs from him in loose, sad braids.

He is wearing thin, rather revealing armor with the majority of his upper body exposed, only his shoulders shielded by shoulder blades that seemed to be made of green dragon scales.

His weapons are strapped to his sides, looking broad and heavy, impossible to wield with such thin, frail arms. However, despite their physical appearance, he is still a master at wielding them when he had to. And he had to do that surprisingly often. Too often for his taste and his patience.

Due to having no fat and muscle and given that his human body is surprisingly sensitive to temperatures, he does not do well in sweltering heat or freezing cold, thus mostly only found in areas with somewhat regulated temperatures. He does have a coat for the latter that is tied around his waste, but it does fairly little to help.

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Chapter 7 of my Gog'h Comic came out last week. It was uh...an experience to make it. Took me 6 months lol

The Owl From the Shadows - Page 7

Previous Page:

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Next Page:

Coming Soon!

Characters featured:

Metal Beak/Lord High Tyto Surtr Auric Valhalla

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This is 450 layers big. Just saying. Also. The issue with accessing previous pages is now fixed.

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Saw the other headcanons for pookie randolph and I wanna know like his backstory (maybe what his childhood, adolescent years, early adulthood).

Of course! Here you go! Apologies that this took so long. I had to rewrite this four times due to some internet issues. I am glad that it functioned this time. I was getting a little frustrated. 😅

Warnings: Suicide

Being a rather private person, Dr. Randolph never revealed much about his childhood or his family. He always deflects shall a conversation lead towards these subjects, claiming that he had his reasons for doing so. And…he may not be incorrect.

Randolph was the youngest of three siblings, having an eldest sister and a middle-child brother. He came out looking almost exactly like his mother, which made him stand out from the rest of the household’s children. His siblings took after their father (blonde hair, blue eyes) and he was the only one whose mother’s genes seemed to be the dominant ones (dark eyes and dark hair).

Randolph’s father was, against the belief of many as he had a rather unpleasant facial expression etched into his features, a very friendly and loving man. While often not there due to work, he cared deeply for his children, including his son, doing all he could to make up for the time he was forced to be absent due to his job overseas.

Randolph's mother was a beautiful woman, but rather unpleasant to be around. It was not that she was unfriendly, cruel or aggressive, quite the opposite, in fact. She was quiet, reserved and rather...unique, and not positively so. She had this certain aura about her. She seemed...weird. Almost, quoting others, "unnatural”.

He took after his mother's personality, being rather anti-social and avoidant of other living beings - no matter whether human or not - while trying to keep himself busy with his own little projects. That caused a rather...complicated relationship with his brother and sister - both social butterflies - who tried to bond with him over the span of his younger years but never quite managed to do so as their interests did simply not a align. As such, neither really reached out a helping hand for him as his anti-social behavior reached a deep-end and the only living beings he interacted were their parents and themselves.

To avoid people as much as a child that was obligated to go to school physically could, he usually wandered off after his classes, taking his sweet time as he explored the village's surroundings again and again and again.

When he had begun doing so, his father had panicked the first few times when his son did not come home, even going as far as to drive out there himself as well as calling the police to find him.

His mother, however, always stayed relaxed, weirdly confident that her child would just be fine out there on his own. The father always tried to argue with her about that, but strangely enough, she was adamant, shutting down any attempt to convince her otherwise and merely telling her husband "I told you so" when Joseph did eventually return. Eventually, his father accepted the situation as it was and stopped panicking when his son disappeared once school was over.

One day, however, Randolph witnessed a horrifying scene while out. He wandered close to a train track and enjoyed the silence of nature while he played by himself and a safe distance away from the deadly zone, using the rocks as footballs and kicking them around. However, suddenly, he spotted a man within said zone, clearly intoxicated and ready for God to take him back.

The person was emotionally distraught and yelled for "Death to Take Him", screaming for a train to finally come and release him from the chains of this earth. And as this part of the system was rather active as the tracks directly connected several companies that worked together, his wish was eventually granted as one of the many delivery trains came, smashing into him despite the train driver’s best effort to stop before it could come to this, ending him with such a violent collision that his body was literally torn apart, his inner organs now fully exposed.

Instead of being disturbed and running away like any normal kid would, Randolph had been fascinated by it and approached the mess of a corpse as soon as it was safe enough to do so, staring at the result of this accident with pure wonder. He even went as far as to crouch down, poking around as he inspected the insides of the deceased in morbid fascination, marking his first and official contact with a person's insides.

And it was that very day he grew obsessed with them. That very day he wanted more.

After fleeing the scene once he had been spotted and called out to, running home where he fortunately found himself to be alone so he could wash off the blood in peace, he broke into his mother’s office, gaining access to her personal library she kept in there. He searched through it, very soon finding a book about human anatomy that would satisfy his morbid curiosity and deciding that this was enough to satisfy his curiosity for now, stealing it from her possession and taking it to his room to read. And that was exactly what he did, starting the very same day.

As the months passed by, he eventually finished it, his obsession growing larger day by day and slowly but surely manifesting into a plan on how to access “the inner life”, wanting to become a doctor just for that very purpose now. And with that in mind, the young boy set the plan to become just that into motion, setting himself the goal to become one the night his eyes swept over the last page.

Putting extra work into his schoolwork, his grades quickly improved to the point where they could be called excellent, far succeeding any other child in his class and age as he worked to achieve his objective and quickly passing through all of his necessary glasses until, finally, he managed to get a place in medical school.

From there on, he continued his grind to achieve the required knowledge and experience, working day and night for the best possible results, ignoring his own bodily needs and emotional requirements as he fell deeper and deeper into his ill-willed mania, grasping at the last strings of his sanity as he rushed through his final exams and finally, finally passing every single one of them at the very first try, opening the door to what he had wanted most at this point and time.

When he finally achieved the title as doctor, he wasted no time and sought out the most prestigious hospital in his area to start his career the very same night. After hours of searching, drenched in sweat and shaking with adrenaline, he eventually found the respectable institution “Heilwald Klinikum”, and after gathering information about this place, he decided that he would try his luck there, applying for a position the moment he realized that this was the next door that he needed to aim for.

His resume eventually reached the facility, and after having reviewed his grades and judging his potential in a personal interview that followed a few days later, the back then chief doctor Friedrich Erlenmeyer eventually decided to give this young man a chance, allowing him to proof himself in the actual establishment by granting him the position as one of them.

And proof himself he did. Greatly so. Almost…unnaturally so. It was a pleasant surprise…or so everyone thought. That was…until Erlenmeyer retired…and Randolph revealed himself to be the monster that he truly was.