the very worst thing

Space Bat requested goblin sharks over on patreon, so of course i drew a shark goblin instead.

These rare sea goblins are what goblin sharks are named after. They’re kind of the goblin version of elves (minus some of the more annoying elf traits) and they live on an island of perpetual night right above the deepest part of the ocean named Moonless.

It’s just as goth as you think it is.

This nice lady is a translator of abyssal languages who is traveling to a terrestrial library to do the yearly Great Deeps Tome Check. Gotta make sure the horrible truth of the depths doesn’t reach those who would break under the weight of the Black Knowledge lol. That’s basic public safety stuff.

Hannah Blanke gave me a whole bunch of great Design A Cryptid prompts over on patreon and this is the first of those.

Antarctic moss dryads don’t do a lot of moving (they don’t really have limbs like dryads based on vascular plants) but when they do  it’s quite the sight. They enchant the stones they grow on/around into surprisingly fast and formidable false bodies that roam the tundra looking for water sources and prime sunning spots. They never go too far though, and prefer living in small territories. If they can’t find enough water in their specific territory they usually just plop down somewhere and go into a desiccated hibernation mode until things start melting again.

These dryads also have astounding memories, to the point that they amass knowledge of their surroundings even when they’re asleep. Do you want to know about environmental changes or animal migration patterns through an area that’s extremely harsh and borderline unobservable? Just sweet talk a moss dryad.  

Sabrina Gross requested something ‘super self indulgent’ over on patreon, so it’s oc time.

here’s the little bird gorgon from a few months ago as she takes a post breakfast nap in the sun, serves as her own backup singers, and has lunch with a friend who works at a rival bakery (both their bosses would be pissed if they found out about this fraternization). i tweaked her design a little and have tentatively named her Hava. also her band is now named Undercover Oven and the Jazz Buns. they’re not really aiming to be big name stars or anything, but they have two albums that are pretty good (Dirty Funkrowave and Midnight Snaccs)

*bangs fists on table* more oc’s. more oc’s. moRE OC’S

Once upon a time, an ancient grove of sentient trees was sent outside the veil to acquire human tithes for the fairy queen. To accomplish this, the grove decided to create beautiful nymphs to lure unsuspecting humans to their doom.

They were not very good at it.

Mire was their first Quality Nymph. And that was surprising since they had buried her seed somewhere and lost the dang thing for like a month because they couldn’t remember where it was (listen, all these mundane forests look the same okay?). They eventually found her in a nearby swamp, drifting along lazily beside a giant gator and sipping a coca-cola she’d gotten from somewhere.

When she burped, a dragonfly flew out of her mouth.

Okay.

Okay this was fine. She was alive and hot, that’s all they needed. Humans were dumb as fuck.

Long story short, Mire was good at her intended purpose but was also a little too feral and smart to keep up with her orders for long. She didn’t give a frog’s fat ass about the fairy queen. She’d never met her and from what she heard from her creator she probably wouldn’t like her. And some of the humans she found were fun! They talked about cool moss and brought her snacks, why couldn’t she keep those ones? This was bullshit.

Eventually she spent more and more time in the swamp until she kind of…became the swamp.

The fairy queen sent Disciplinary Action after her one time.

Those fae are still lost in the swamp to this day. Just traveling in circles and occasionally catching horrifying glimpses of something in the rough shape of a beautiful woman. She’ll probably let them out eventually. If she remembers.

Forgetfulness runs in the family you see.

Mire is currently happy as a clam in her swamp. She’s integrated herself into the local dryad community and generally does what she wants. Despite how…Intense…encountering her can be, she’s pretty nice. Generally non-lethal. Both magical and non-magical earth creatures like having her around because her presence keeps the fairy queen out of their freakin’ backyards. That bitch needs to stay in her own house.

She still keeps up with The Grove like a child keeps up with a parent, which honestly freaks The Grove out because she is clearly not entirely their kid and they have no idea what got a hold of that seed when they lost it but there is a borderline old god energy in her that they DO NOT appreciate.

Also her resemblance to my character Goldie is not a coincidence. She’s their adoptive auntie and contributed some of the biological materials that helped them survive.

Fun facts: she doesn’t have nails on her ring or pinky fingers (like a gator), she loves sun hats, and she prefers either super light and sheer or no clothing. The last one is probably because she was built for seducin’ but she says it’s because clothes get weighed down in water and who has time to change every time you want to swim?

self care is deciding you deserve a goth monster clown oc. this is Lookie and and her little friend Lu.

concept art for races in @manojalpa‘s new homebrew game.

the fancy engineer bird couple are Koko. they love shiny things, pretty colors, Noise, and Fantasy Weed. they are smarter than you and have also been known to shove their children in their pockets along with the rest of the flotsam they carry around if said pockets are big enough. 

the fancy pastel fish elves are the Lislan. they’re completely androgynous so i drew the difference between a royal fish and a common fish instead.  royals get to be purple and this one’s transparent shawl is actually a type of symbiotic jellyfish friend that helps keep them moist on dry land. kind of like a pet slime with the intelligence of a cat. commoners have more functional fashion, using their woven belts to hold shiny stones that they crack shellfish on.

a very long knight for @moiddoesart! Julienne is here to save kittens and read books, and she’s…well actually there’s a surplus of kittens and books in her town so she’s good.

there’s a great monstrous harpy that lives in the woods over the hill. at least, they call her a harpy. no one’s ever gotten close enough to ask her what she calls herself.

You know, Like Nyah.

a bird gorgon. she lives in the countryside and works at the local bakery/cafe. in her spare time she makes clay sculptures inspired by her dreams and sings in a funky little blues band. she likes the color blue.

she doesn’t have a name right now.

Of course I traded a sleep paralysis alleviation service for his eye, I was sympathetic but this is a business, not a charity. I gave him a great deal too, the cataracts on this thing make it unfit for resale. It’s basically trash.

Is it going in the martini?

I mean. Of COURSE it’s going in the martini. What kind of wasteful- were you raised in a barn???“

combining Beezlebuddy’s ‘eyeball’ prompt and Alyx Wulf’s 'nightmare’ prompt from patreon to make this delightful shop-keep.

rapid-artwork:

@theveryworstthing has some real stylish art and some real great OCs. 

Go follow them now.

this is amazing, everybody look at my strong bug child! in traditional media no less! i love the sea butterfly turned actual butterfly friend and the expression on her face in the second pic. very determined. she’s here to study bugs and commit blasphemy and she’s all out of neither because there are a LOT of bugs and the bug studying is part of the blasphemy thing where she’s from and this joke is kinda falling apart.

anyway.

thank you so much!

mizardartblog:

Some fanart for an artist I really admire, this is from this particular piece they made. I love all their work but this really stuck with me (so much i kept it as a desktop background for a while.) 

the lovliest forest ranger. thank you so much!

new baby.

Big Depression means new and very indulgent oc’s. this is Bea and she is a little creacher who has done quite a bit of heresy and blasphemy. she can speak to spirits, she likes bold colors and prints that are abstractly insect-like, and she really wants to be an entomologist.

she’s been disowned since she was 15 so she currently lives on the temple grounds with the Sisters Of Perpetual Compliance who, despite their name and the front they put up for the new ‘community leaders’, are only teaching her how to do Religion Crimes faster and easier without getting caught.

the 2nd and 3rd pics are actually the first ones i drew, just figuring out her design. the first pic is because i wanted to draw that fat beetle. also i forgot her tail in that one just ignore that bit.

a freshly hatched cryptid for Oilzumbie over on patreon. they wanted, “something that would like dark, wet, underground places, and has creepy thin claw finger hands”, and while this little one’s exoskeleton hasn’t hardened yet, she at least has a nice set of creepin’ fingers on each foot(?).

when she grows into a proper young lady and gets the rest of her arms she’ll be the belle of the ball.