Got a new pen and marker today, so I decided to test them out along with some other media I got. Applied a water brush to ‘em so you can see how they fair with liquid.

Got a new pen and marker today, so I decided to test them out along with some other media I got. Applied a water brush to ‘em so you can see how they fair with liquid.

11 months ago · 4 notes

And so I thought to myself “GEE The Cat is awfully TAME. So is Gunther! What can I POSSIBLY make that’s worse than anything else?”How about the most squick inducing zombie? Yeah, that sounds about right!Expect to see this guy frequently around the very outskirts of The Community especially. He’s gotten pretty good at dodging bullets by now. And killing sheep.And yeah, it happens sometimes.(He’s a “perma-three”, which means he won’t evolve for now. He’s got a comfortable niche worked out and avoids humanoid undead. He’s little more than a dog himself, though.)For  you lucky, lucky people.

And so I thought to myself “GEE The Cat is awfully TAME. So is Gunther! What can I POSSIBLY make that’s worse than anything else?”

How about the most squick inducing zombie? Yeah, that sounds about right!

Expect to see this guy frequently around the very outskirts of The Community especially. He’s gotten pretty good at dodging bullets by now. And killing sheep.

And yeah, it happens sometimes.

(He’s a “perma-three”, which means he won’t evolve for now. He’s got a comfortable niche worked out and avoids humanoid undead. He’s little more than a dog himself, though.)

For :iconumbagog: you lucky, lucky people.

12 months ago · 7 notes

Birch! Darkhorse favorite among our players. He’s one of the main hunters and NPCs that assists The Cat during raids and helps provide for High Society. Name: Birch Height: 6’5” Race: Caucasian Origin: Coos County, NH Sexuality: Not picky, however he prefers women over men as a general rule (80/20). Appearance/Abilities: Tough skin (on his limbs). Knobby spines on his forearms. Elephantitis-like condition on his extremities. Dull keratin claws that encompass the whole limb (no defineable terminus between his “claw” and hand). Faster than a human, but couldn’t pace a dog for too long. Better at jumping/swinging through trees. Small sharp teeth Serrations all over his skin, evidence of a run in with a lawn-mower perhaps. Hence his name “Birch”. Conditions: Hypomania, Cyclothymia, Hypersexuality, Sex addiction, Gambling addiction Personality: He’s a bit crude though not a terrible person (or no more terrible than most the undead in HS). He can be relied on to get jobs done. He has issues stemming from his hypomania and can be nigh intolerable during one of his episodes. Particularly due his hypersexuality. He tends to get very very pushy during one of these sudden mood swings. It’s not helped by bouts of denialism and anger. He’ll find some relief in taking out his frustrations on lower tier hoards. On his own, Birch found a hoard difficult to maintain given his…habits. In High Society, he’s got more access to things that can quell his vices. In between those times though, Birch is a pretty likeable person with a quirked sense of humor who enjoys what he does. He enjoys some relative popularity among his peers, the other hunters. Despite the frequency of monkey jokes lobbed at him, he still finds ways to spin them to be funny to him or just fresh in general. Currently: Raider in High Society. Though not one of the heavier hitters among The Cat’s raiding group, he enjoys more status and privileges than the average HS member. Unfortunately this is offset by his constantly doing favors to pay off gambling debts.

Birch! Darkhorse favorite among our players. He’s one of the main hunters and NPCs that assists The Cat during raids and helps provide for High Society.

Name: Birch

Height: 6’5”

Race: Caucasian

Origin: Coos County, NH

Sexuality: Not picky, however he prefers women over men as a general rule (80/20).

Appearance/Abilities: Tough skin (on his limbs). Knobby spines on his forearms. Elephantitis-like condition on his extremities. Dull keratin claws that encompass the whole limb (no defineable terminus between his “claw” and hand).

Faster than a human, but couldn’t pace a dog for too long. Better at jumping/swinging through trees.

Small sharp teeth

Serrations all over his skin, evidence of a run in with a lawn-mower perhaps. Hence his name “Birch”.

Conditions: Hypomania, Cyclothymia, Hypersexuality, Sex addiction, Gambling addiction

Personality:

He’s a bit crude though not a terrible person (or no more terrible than most the undead in HS). He can be relied on to get jobs done. He has issues stemming from his hypomania and can be nigh intolerable during one of his episodes. Particularly due his hypersexuality. He tends to get very very pushy during one of these sudden mood swings. It’s not helped by bouts of denialism and anger. He’ll find some relief in taking out his frustrations on lower tier hoards. On his own, Birch found a hoard difficult to maintain given his…habits. In High Society, he’s got more access to things that can quell his vices.

In between those times though, Birch is a pretty likeable person with a quirked sense of humor who enjoys what he does. He enjoys some relative popularity among his peers, the other hunters.

Despite the frequency of monkey jokes lobbed at him, he still finds ways to spin them to be funny to him or just fresh in general.

Currently: Raider in High Society. Though not one of the heavier hitters among The Cat’s raiding group, he enjoys more status and privileges than the average HS member. Unfortunately this is offset by his constantly doing favors to pay off gambling debts.

1 year ago · 3 notes

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esdafable:

AHAHAHAH PERFECT.


And as he stood next to the unsuspecting human, Berlin gritted his teeth. “You better be grateful.” He groused into the phone, before slapping it shut and sliding it into his jeans. His JEANS for fucking christ sake. He desperately needed his slacks like a comfort blanket. These were chafing him in areas he wasn’t certain he wanted to know he had. Until it was too late. They were chafed. And this jacket was gaudy. Cheap fabric made for idiots who thought the gay culture was surrounded with pop worshipers. He’d pop their worship…


Berlin shook his head, and put it back into the game. Just a few hours longer. “So sweetie, you know. I was thinking—”

“Oh god, stop iiiit. You stupid bitch. No but really, for reals. What were you thinking?”

Berling gripped his knees in such a death grip that had never been gripped before, nearly pulling his kneecaps off in the process. “I was thinking… I have some nice clothes back at my place. Some jewelery, you could, perhaps, come with your friends. We could make a total girls night about it!”

“Oh. My. God. Bitch, you are so smart. Let me call my friends up!”

Berlin saw red. He grimaced. And grimaced some more. And as soon as he told her what road to go towards. Right near the jocks. He nodded for her to follow. He bore listening to her giggle fits, and her chattering. But if she called him bitch one more time—

“Hey biiiiitch.” She cooed.



Berlin walked slowly down the small hill to the road, spotting the group of jocks. His eyes were narrowed, and every step was filled with rage, walking up to the Cat. His face had a spray of blood over it, hair stained mahogany and rust. The first thing he did was unzip the jacket blatantly before Michael and shove the blood soaked clothing article right to him. The teeny bopper print shirt next, leaving him topless. Then sharply, he added,

“I’m sorry. Not even you could make me suffer through ‘gay bitch’ one more time.” He groused, hopping out of his skinny fitted jeans, and the chuckes next. “And FUCK these shit things.” He yelled. Before turning and storming naked down the road, back towards HS. Out of the pocket of the hoodie fell a few fingers that had been gnawed on, and a bloodied cellphone, with the picture of a decapitated woman’s head laying in a pile of her own guts, not even chewed on.

Berlin didn’t want the indigestion.


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Whoops. Couldn’t help myself. Well, there. Enjoy a gaggle of moron girls, and a nekkid Berlinny.

1 year ago · 12 notes · Source

Why Rav Shouldn’t Write

So I let myself write first-person perspective for once in a long, long time for my “favorite” asshole ego dog, Ravage. Only here he’s Raphael, the bounced around foster kid who Jack dragged up from his class in Pennsylvania. And now he’s hunting around the Underground, being a crazy human cannon and firebug.

There is no real reason why this guy is any less terrible than The Cat. And yet…

Well, read on to find out more:

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1 year ago · 4 notes

Late night scribblings to make Laced laugh. “Fancy meetin’ y’all here.” Vinn “reunites” with Michael, post-mortum.

Late night scribblings to make Laced laugh.

“Fancy meetin’ y’all here.”

Vinn “reunites” with Michael, post-mortum.

1 year ago · 24 notes

Sweethearts part three! Since Tumblr is gonna eat this, please go here for the lovely big version you can actually read. K? PreviousFor All I gotta say is FUCK FENCES.Seriously, these mother-fucking fences dragged down my work ethic so much you can’t believe. Thank goodness this is the last we see of the outer section of the Facility for a while.Anyway, back from hiatus on this comic mostly. I was working on it, but I was only able to get a portion of a panel done a day at best for the last month. It’s been awful. Thankfully, the circumstances causing this dramatic drop in my arting ability are slowly lifting and I’m hoping to get back on schedule in short order. There’ll be another week or two break between this and the next update as I try to build up a buffer of pages (to keep this from happening again), but after that I’m keeping to a hardcore schedule.And never drawing fences for the next several months >:(((

Sweethearts part three!

Since Tumblr is gonna eat this, please go here for the lovely big version you can actually read. K?

Previous

For :iconumbagog:

All I gotta say is FUCK FENCES.
Seriously, these mother-fucking fences dragged down my work ethic so much you can’t believe. Thank goodness this is the last we see of the outer section of the Facility for a while.
Anyway, back from hiatus on this comic mostly. I was working on it, but I was only able to get a portion of a panel done a day at best for the last month. It’s been awful. Thankfully, the circumstances causing this dramatic drop in my arting ability are slowly lifting and I’m hoping to get back on schedule in short order. There’ll be another week or two break between this and the next update as I try to build up a buffer of pages (to keep this from happening again), but after that I’m keeping to a hardcore schedule.

And never drawing fences for the next several months >:(((

1 year ago · 6 notes

Another burrito night, another round of questions.Limited myself to three tonight since I’m getting used to a new schedule. Plus I didn’t want to overwhelm myself too fast after not having done these for a while.John and Lamia are from Soolee is from 

Another burrito night, another round of questions.
Limited myself to three tonight since I’m getting used to a new schedule. Plus I didn’t want to overwhelm myself too fast after not having done these for a while.

John and Lamia are from :iconumbagog:

Soolee is from :iconwindsonde:

1 year ago · 5 notes

Somewhere in The Facility, a researcher had a whole stack of these on a bookshelf for shits and giggles. Some very confused Half-Dead is going to come across them. “Is that Dave? What’s Dave doing with all those models? Lucky skunk.”

Somewhere in The Facility, a researcher had a whole stack of these on a bookshelf for shits and giggles.

Some very confused Half-Dead is going to come across them.

“Is that Dave? What’s Dave doing with all those models? Lucky skunk.”

1 year ago · 11 notes

Unspeakably unreasonable fluff, but the image in my head wouldn’t go away. Michael is paranoid to excessive levels. This is justified to a degree , given the kinds of people he associates with regularly. As such he is rarely, RARELY given to sleeping a full night with any of his liaisons. Too many fears about being eaten in his sleep. That and he’s not terribly interested in providing much comfort to others. Even Lamia, probably the person he’s closest too in all of High Society, doesn’t receive much tenderness from him. His beau almost always sleeps alone. And YET for some reason, this one particular night, he felt it was ok to just sleep in Vinn’s bed. Albeit after emotionally raping her after getting pissy that she wasn’t worshipping his dead ass. Then suddenly-WOW, hey!-he had a fun time! Just short of eating her even*. And as awful as that was, for a few hours until they woke up, there was zero drama. A false sense of security drummed up by foisting emotions on someone who didn’t want them and can’t handle them. That dick. Vinn was so pissed the next morning. I might render this out and pair it with the story me and Laced got to writing whenever we flesh it out. It’s a rather interesting (and hilarious) saga that highlights the truely fucked up nature of these two’s relationship. An association that lacks any defintion. Unless someone has a word for “that guy who pisses you off but for some reason you don’t just walk away who is also your boss and rarely fuck but you really wish he’d just step out of the picture and have zero attachment to. Also mind-taking” This is like, the anti-OTP. *You never want Michael to have too much “fun”. His wires be crossed. He’ll end up going all praying mantis on you, or worse.

Unspeakably unreasonable fluff, but the image in my head wouldn’t go away.

Michael is paranoid to excessive levels. This is justified to a degree , given the kinds of people he associates with regularly. As such he is rarely, RARELY given to sleeping a full night with any of his liaisons. Too many fears about being eaten in his sleep. That and he’s not terribly interested in providing much comfort to others. Even Lamia, probably the person he’s closest too in all of High Society, doesn’t receive much tenderness from him. His beau almost always sleeps alone.

And YET for some reason, this one particular night, he felt it was ok to just sleep in Vinn’s bed. Albeit after emotionally raping her after getting pissy that she wasn’t worshipping his dead ass. Then suddenly-WOW, hey!-he had a fun time! Just short of eating her even*. And as awful as that was, for a few hours until they woke up, there was zero drama. A false sense of security drummed up by foisting emotions on someone who didn’t want them and can’t handle them.

That dick. Vinn was so pissed the next morning.

I might render this out and pair it with the story me and Laced got to writing whenever we flesh it out. It’s a rather interesting (and hilarious) saga that highlights the truely fucked up nature of these two’s relationship. An association that lacks any defintion. Unless someone has a word for “that guy who pisses you off but for some reason you don’t just walk away who is also your boss and rarely fuck but you really wish he’d just step out of the picture and have zero attachment to. Also mind-taking”

This is like, the anti-OTP.

*You never want Michael to have too much “fun”. His wires be crossed. He’ll end up going all praying mantis on you, or worse.

1 year ago · 4 notes

She didn’t get it. Why would he spurn her attention after they spent so much time together? Wasn’t she doing enough? Helping him enough? With his job, his care, his emotional needs? Was there something she missed that was driving him away? Why he didn’t look at her like he did the other girls? Why he didn’t whisper sweet things in her ear anymore? Why did he ditchchivalry in favor of brusque behavior? It was so unlike when he first courted her, when he’d flattered her, stroked her, demanded he hold her. She’d felt like his one and only, his special thing. And now she was just another bitch at his boot.This wouldn’t do. She’d make him pay attention. Make him. And then he’d remember why he brought her along, called her his amoreaux. Why she was the first, the best. Deserving of his eyes like no other.Lamia walked into the office while he fussed with documents. Pushed aside the pages in his fingers and asked her question.Michael nearly swallowed his cigar. Nearly.Lamia and Michael are from 

She didn’t get it. Why would he spurn her attention after they spent so much time together? Wasn’t she doing enough? Helping him enough? With his job, his care, his emotional needs? Was there something she missed that was driving him away? Why he didn’t look at her like he did the other girls? Why he didn’t whisper sweet things in her ear anymore? Why did he ditchchivalry in favor of brusque behavior? It was so unlike when he first courted her, when he’d flattered her, stroked her, demanded he hold her. She’d felt like his one and only, his special thing. And now she was just another bitch at his boot.

This wouldn’t do. She’d make him pay attention. Make him. And then he’d remember why he brought her along, called her his amoreaux. Why she was the first, the best. Deserving of his eyes like no other.

Lamia walked into the office while he fussed with documents. Pushed aside the pages in his fingers and asked her question.

Michael nearly swallowed his cigar. Nearly.

Lamia and Michael are from :iconumbagog:

1 year ago · 4 notes

In an RP with The Cat, I had to figure out what winter wear the guy would don. After initially describing his outfit as practically Dickensian, I realized Michael would be running around in something not unlike what Sherlock Holmes wears.

This must be awful for some of you.

1 year ago · 7 notes

I really don’t know what’s going on here. All I thought was “Gunther likes ice cream.” For some reason this required a picture of him squealing over a bowl of it while Two Sugars has “what is wrong with you” face. Your guess is as good as mine, folks. I broke zombies.

I really don’t know what’s going on here. All I thought was “Gunther likes ice cream.” For some reason this required a picture of him squealing over a bowl of it while Two Sugars has “what is wrong with you” face.

Your guess is as good as mine, folks. I broke zombies.

1 year ago · 7 notes

Some illustrations based on when I went to visit (non-blood) family in Catahoula for Christmas. I sketched some Christmas scenes of Lance (Michael when human) visiting family since I decided his relatives are from there.Above is The Cat saying grace. What? He’s Catholic. He does that! Don’t give him that look, it’s not polite.And then a sketch of a guy I ACTUALLY saw while in the French Market in the French Quarter in New Orleans. SPITTING IMAGE OF THE MASTER. I was just…shocked.And some notes on various bullshit.

Some illustrations based on when I went to visit (non-blood) family in Catahoula for Christmas. I sketched some Christmas scenes of Lance (Michael when human) visiting family since I decided his relatives are from there.
Above is The Cat saying grace. What? He’s Catholic. He does that! Don’t give him that look, it’s not polite.

And then a sketch of a guy I ACTUALLY saw while in the French Market in the French Quarter in New Orleans. SPITTING IMAGE OF THE MASTER. I was just…shocked.

And some notes on various bullshit.

:iconumbagog:

1 year ago · 2 notes

Some sketches of The Wall, the mish mash of concrete and mortar and whatever upturned vehicles and sheets of hard metal the Community can piece together. This reinforced structure helps keep out the undead and is constantly being repaired and extended as the citizens of Gorham gradually take back their town.John, The Preacher, takes part in all of the daily duties of The Community despite members’ insistence he tend to just management.

Some sketches of The Wall, the mish mash of concrete and mortar and whatever upturned vehicles and sheets of hard metal the Community can piece together. This reinforced structure helps keep out the undead and is constantly being repaired and extended as the citizens of Gorham gradually take back their town.

John, The Preacher, takes part in all of the daily duties of The Community despite members’ insistence he tend to just management.

:iconumbagog:

1 year ago · 1 note