Golden child, until you grow up / Persona grata, until you blow up
Some Michael redesigns and a bonus Lucifer
The design in the middle (the one he probably had when kicking Lucifer’s face in, you know, that one time) is still a work in progress. It used to have a BUNCH more armor pieces, but I took most off. I think it’s much more in character for Mike, and his ego, to show off the fact he doesn’t need it.
Haniel and Reuben have a really, honestly, very normal day
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Omens too big to brush off
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I didn't know if I wanted to post this, but my overflowing love for Cedric won out
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true love is being married for so long your shenanigans begin to disintegrate space-time and he still makes u swoon
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I was waiting for a very specific anniversary to post this djfkfhjksdfh hooboy. Technically the date isn’t correct, but I keep forgetting to sign things
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A brief escape
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thanatophobia
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A small something or other of my favorite girl while working in-between.. everything else, really
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He said, well I hate that it’s come to this, but baby I was doing fine, how do you think that I survived the other 25 before you?
Happy 4th birthday to these two traitors and their conflicts of self preservation, distance, and all their differences which measure up to love. I sure put them through the damn gauntlet.
Husbands…
Ghost, from my 2018 nano project Sympathetica! I didn't make the deadline last year lol. She's an interloper natural to crossing realities. After being branded by a cult, she's stuck in our dimension, causing a doppelganger phenomenon to sweep over the world. She's been getting more grotesque and less collected ever since.
Waiting for January is 9 years old this year! Second only to Chris’ story, but certainly my most dear. The story follows Mikhail, a man debilitated by obsessive compulsive disorder, shut off from the world. With the help of a peculiar young nurse named Lacey, Mikhail works to re-enter society in time for his estranged daughter’s wedding. But his demons have had decades to fester, and Lacey finds herself fighting to understand all the ways Mikhail’s illness has kept him trapped. As someone with severe OCD, I wanted to write a story about how drastic the disorder can be. While it’s not always counting and washing (legitimate compulsions, of course), many people don’t know how vast it is. It’s something that will never go away. You can, however, manage it. When Mikhail was first conceived as an idea his story was overtly tragic and ended in death. As I’ve matured he grew alongside me. I wanted to see him survive against all odds. I don’t want to shy away from the scarier and often embarrassing parts of OCD. It’s therapeutic in a way!
a wild Bastard makes an appearance!
El, the 10ft tall omnipresent beast who functions as God for my story about angels, demons, and the humans caught in the middle of it. He was designed with the "spiders came from space" theory in mind