Gale Can Produce A Picture Perfect Hologram Of Mystra’s Head, There’s No Reason At Some Point He

This is something I drew before the final episode and boy I wanted it to happen but not like that 😭

I have a habit of only liking the characters that stick around long enough for me to get extremely attached and then they have to die for “story reasons”. The big three are Desmond Miles (Assassins Creed), Cayde-6 (Destiny 2), and Martin Septim (Oblivion).

I feel like collectively we are sleeping on the Star Spangled Man track from Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Just take a listen. Maybe I’m just a sucker for drum lines but dang it’s jazzy

Had a small comic idea that I inked last week.

I don’t know when I started loving them but now I do apparently????

I’ve only just started Oxventure’s Deadlands first season and I’m already obsessed I can’t even begin to explain. Every single character rocks and Andy is doing an absolutely fantastic job as the Marshall. I forgot how much I love a western setting and am just eating up every minute of the podcast currently. I’m so excited to get to know these characters further and eventually catch up to season 2!

Been rewatching the original Star Trek series and doodling while doing so!

I have not known peace since I discovered I can draw Transformers. They’re crawling at the back of my mind when I’m doing commissions trying to get out. Anyways, here’s my sweet son: Armada Starscream.

This is how the first three Moon Knight episodes went, right?

Gonna color this when I have time but here’s some sad stuff immediately after the fun sketches.

I imagine Zavala and Ikora were called in the middle of leisure time by the hangar telling them that they have to get down there. That it’s not good. It’s the YW. It’s Cayde. Of course they rush down not knowing what to expect, Ikora interrupted from either meditation or a rare sleep, Zavala putting down some late night knitting which is the only thing that seems to relax him anymore. When they almost trip down the stairs to the hangar they see the YW leaving her ship, carrying an all too familiar black and red cloak stained with dirt and grime. Immediately they know. Immediately their hearts just drop to the floor. The YW can’t say anything but, “I brought him home. I didn’t know what else to do.”