Michael, the Cat. DASTARDLY CAJUN GENTLEZOMBIE
for fable—i’ve been missing Umba shenanigans
OOUUAHHH!! What is this?!!! What have you been doing?
Gentlezombie my chunk-ass!
A couple of sketches I did today during some downtime.
I am just…so amused at the idea of Birch riding Chrysler to battle. I don’t even think they like each other that much. I think he just hopped on and Chrysler was too enraged at the target to notice.
And then Chrysler tears apart one of Harpy’s (name temp) lovely things and Marcus tells him off.
Chrysler is not stupid and he’s not a dog or animal. If he does any stupid shit, it’s entirely purposeful.
1 month ago · 17 notes
Alex asked me once “I know The Cat is depressed, but why is that so?”
A few months ago I was doodling in my sketchbook and decided to answer. It took a while, and it expanded into twice the comic I intended, but now it’s done.
The Cat speaks highly of New Orleans. He mentions parties, people, and conquests. It all sounds like one big fairy tale, a kind of paradise for the dead where there’s no fear of the living. You work for The Master, you get your chunk of the city or, like the The Cat, maybe you expand his empire further and draw in all the accolades.
So why would he ever leave? He mentions some ploy to overthrow the tyrant, but what precipitated that if life was so good?
He’s leaving out a lot of details. A lot of sordid, unpleasant details. The kind of things you’d only suspect if you got too close, and then you wouldn’t want to.
Matured as this comic gets pretty heavy.
2 months ago · 42 notes
The “jocks” of High Society are undergoing some revision. To better handle a large cast of characters which will appear in the Umbagog novel I’m working on, it’s simpler to [at least initially] treat major chunks of cast as thematic to the overall internal struggles of the major protagonists and antagonists. Finding a framework helps me develop within a loose idea and expand upon it. Where before I drew from people in my own background, I also wanted to make an external mirror to issues characters (especially the undead) experience. In this case, I view the seven sins as both essentially what defines us as human but also something which must not grow in excess, as they do in The Cat.
The sins here are considered the elite or dominant forces within High Society due to ability or glib nature. They are not literally the sins embodied, so while some of their personality and characteristics are drawn from interpretations of Binsfield’s demonology text (which tethers a Prince of Hell to each deadly sin), there’s little direct connection. It’s a source to draw inspiration from rather than “yeah this guy is definitely Lucifer here mmhmm”. I’d personally find that a bit twee anyway, for the purposes of this story.
It is a STRUGGLE to not call on some popular interpretations of these things though. I must not FMA, I must not FMA, I must not FMA…
So, a brief rundown:
Envy is the only female, a harpy thing. Bringing in aspects of birds (who doesn’t envy their flight?) and fish (Leviathan). She is bleegghhh.
Leftmost is the design for the greed-based character. The demon associated with greed is sometimes depicted with lupine aspects, but I didn’t want a big werewolf-looking thing. So instead I opted to exaggerate a wolf’s defining feature, it’s toothy mouth, to absolutely absorb this poor man’s body as his only tool. He’s like…those creepy bound-arm things from silent hill. Except his arms are bound to create a lower jaw so he can bite and grab bigger things. He doesn’t necessarily eat that much though, he just ensnares it and holds it for a long time. His hands “clutch” his heart.
Chrysler is going to be wrath-based. As Satan is the demon associated with wrath and Satan is often pictured as a dragon or serpent (and blue), I’ll bring more cool colors and draconic designs into Chrysler. He has scoliosis now too and is uneven looking allover.
Crash is gluttony, and he’s getting squatter and fatter and more frog like. He already had shovel hands, so it works. Scoop it in your mouth, YUM.
There’s no way I’m giving Marcus wings (ala Lucifer) or Birch three heads and wings too. Pretty much every demon I read up on had wings, so you’d see an awful lot of “well hey bat hands!” people if I did THAT much. Other aspects might be added if the characters progress to Uber status. But there’s not much to do for Marcus on that angle. Lucifer is pretty much just a pretty guy with pretty wings. I had to call back to Attar (inspiration for Lucifer) to get any kind of symbolism that really worked.
Sometimes I’m concerned these designs are pushed too far, but it’s easier to push them this far and then pull back so they’re not QUITE as extreme as The Cat (who needs to visually stand out from the pack). However, some Half-Deads are just born weird.
Sort of to scale, still working on it.
(Brandy is no longer a “jock” elite guy. His personality and story just weren’t suited for it. But I’ll fit him in somewhere somehow. He has a sweet little tale)
Matured for peen
mumbles decided he wanted to be sketched today, spent most of it working on the cat
Cat belongs to Fable and both are from umbragog
Ahaha, he has a tendency to absorb the attention of a composition like that.
This looks amazing, I love the stark shift in values and depth
The Icelandic Phallological Museum located in Reykjavík, Iceland, houses the world’s largest display of penises and penile parts. The collection of 280 specimens from 93 species of animals includes 55 penises taken from whales, 36 from seals and 118 from land mammals, allegedly including Huldufólk (Icelandic elves) and trolls.
In July 2011, the museum obtained its first human penis, one of four promised by would-be donors. Its detachment from the donor’s body did not go according to plan and it was reduced to a greyish-brown shrivelled mass pickled in a jar of formaldehyde. The museum continues to search for “a younger and a bigger and better one.”
I feel this is relevant to Umbagog in some way or another.
I don’t know.
I made it relevant.
And thus Ceylon wins the “fanart I will choke on a coke over” contest…
As promised, babies in ugly sweaters
oh…my…gawd. I said it out loud even. I actually said that out loud. oh my gawd.
That is the ugliest damn sweater collection MICHAEL SHUT UP BLUE LOOKS GOOD ON YOU. Oh god he’d be so itchy and unnerved having to wear this and paste on a smile and trying to drop catty passive aggressive comments to “hint” at his need to go and remove the AWFUL from his body and mad that there are EXTRA SLEEVES BECAUSE HOW DARE YOU CELEBRATE HIS MUTATEDNESS!
Oh man not to gush over that too much but the animation sells it, dude. Just sells it.
The other stuff is so freaking aww and saccharine imma vomit from the cute. And he goes and spoil the adorable by being TOP DERP on the cute pile. AH for shame!
He’ll secretly go encourage Willowisp to pluck off the lights and then “blame” her, happy to not be blinking like a living xmas tree.
But I think Sugarbell would be charmed oddly, because “texture, light, motion? Catch CATCH catch? No collor moves GET ah it didn’t…”
Like a cross between a fascinated kid and a kitten
showed the Umbagog folks a wip of a 6 page comic “Drink” I’m doing and THIS FACE was a big hit.
“Oh shit”, one of the more difficult expressions to accomplish
4 months ago · 12 notes
Alex asked me last night “I know The Cat is depressed, but I don’t know why.”
Which made me want to comic.
2 rough pages of comic that I’ll be rendering out later. Needs another two pages at minimum. This one will get fairly explicit given it gets kind of deep into his fucked up history (when he was a Half-Dead in New Orleans). So I’ll be tagging the crap out of that stuff.
These pencils are rough as hell since I probably redrew every panel at least twice (in some cases, changing the perspective completely *shudder*). I considered painting it, but this paper doesn’t take paint as well as I’d like. So I’ll probably just end up coloring it digitally.
There’ll be no text. No sound effects. No dialogue. Just visuals.
5 months ago · 6 notes
(copy paste from old post now that i’ve finished this about as much as it could be finished. the paper started disagreeing with me)
Big ole sketch page of Sugarbell and Half-Dead Michael, inspired by “The Hole”. Trying to think more on their relationship and past. Wendigo are a bit limited because they’re essentially reflections of their hosts, but the interaction btwn host and parasite can be interesting. Knowing The Cat’s abusive past and wondering how Sugarbell reacted to it makes for some disturbing realities. I can’t imagine “she” enjoyed what happened, and some of her hyper aggressive nature stems from that history of abuse (some of which Michael wasn’t even awake for). It’s really no wonder she is so disinterested in coordinating groups or relying on other undead for anything other than sustenance.
5 months ago · 13 notes
More in progress art. Big ole sketch page of Sugarbell and Half-Dead Michael, inspired by “The Hole”. Trying to think more on their relationship and past. Wendigo are a bit limited because they’re essentially reflections of their hosts, but the interaction btwn host and parasite can be interesting. Knowing The Cat’s abusive past and wondering how Sugarbell reacted to it makes for some disturbing realities. I can’t imagine “she” enjoyed what happened, and some of her hyper aggressive nature stems from that history of abuse (some of which Michael wasn’t even awake for). It’s really no wonder she is so disinterested in coordinating groups or relying on other undead for anything other than sustenance.
5 months ago · 7 notes
“C’mon, maitre! Yah stressin’ too much. We ain’ wrastled in weeks!”
Just some silly Michael/Yena shenanigans because I can. <3
Then he has a trigger-fit and wigs out because she tore his pant leg, shreds his own clothes from the rage and starts screeching and pawing at her as she runs around (saved only by the grace that he can’t perform Wendigo control while freaking out) and being that she’s only a bit faster than him, keeps out of range until he exhausts himself into a collapse a half-hour in, at which point she can be all NOW I CUDDLE YOO!
And grump-face can’t summon up the energy to do more than growl.