the very worst thing

a feather duster worm merm in housing that could use some repair. these merms are basically regular feather duster worms but huge and sapient. instead of building tubes for themselves, they make elaborate but temporary humanoid shells that resemble statues. even though these shells don’t reflect the worm’s real body at all, they’re strangely consistent. the ‘body type’ for each worm stays roughly the same and the shells even seem to age with each build.

if you come upon a statue garden at the bottom of the sea full of faceless stages of life ever changing, stop to say hello. that’s a worm friend.

hopefully.

*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?

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.

a jade sea dragon lady, freshly preened and reclining in a seaside studio (which I did not draw because ehhhhhh backgrounds) to have her portrait drawn.

here’s hoping the artist knows what they’re getting into.

from patreon of course.

 my inktober 2016 Moon Dragon in both dragon and semi human form from a january prompt over on patreon. Trevor prompted: “Winter Sky Dancing Barefoot” and it made me think of her so i decided to use her for the january pin-up. but then i drew her a bunch so here we are.

come down to the Night Beach to watch her  prance around in the water like a 10 foot tall goober and bark at crabs until you get up the nerve to ask her for a boon that you probably don’t want in the long run. truly a mystical experience.

REMwolf: Sea Legs

“Possible werewolf sighting at Kalhoon pier last Wednesday. Witnesses say they saw something swimming in the distance, but could not catch up to it in their boat as it was far too fast. From afar only the top of a person’s head could be seen, but there were glimpses of a large shaggy black form beneath it and the neck was said to be far too long for a human. A suspicious van and wheelchair were seen parked near some shade trees by the shore but were gone in the morning so their owner could not be questioned. If you have any information, please contact the authorities.”

the second REMwolf for spookmas.

pinup commission for @yukisami of their crocodile girl. i like this croc, she’s cute and soft like a fruity tropical dessert. plus i figured out how to finally color gold. a good time all around.

it’s the dead of night. time to post eldritch horror butts.

pictured are: Beau and Crepe being mildly upset at a rude guest, Beau rolling around on the floor enjoying new socks like a weirdo, and Beau having an after-summoning snack while Crepe naps (they are probably watching golden girls).

art is amazing. you can draw anything you want.

dragon mage.

even though he gives off a very strong, capitol letter, flashing warning sign DEMON vibe, he swears he’s a dragon. no one has the nerve to ask exactly what kind of dragon he’s supposed to be.

he doesn’t have any eyes or visible ears. he doesn’t even have a mouth unless he wants one, and when he does have one it’s more of a means to emote than a functional mouth. when he begins to talk his face just kind of parts slowly into whatever configuration of teeth he’s feeling and he just keeps it open until he’s finished. which tends to look like someone’s dubbing over a still image of the most upsetting cutlery drawer ever if he’s angry enough. his voice is worse as it can sound normal but is strewn with occasional irregularities, as if there are two people talking at once for a split second. also when he’s tired he adopts a soft monotonous tone that instead of varying in volume just sounds like he’s talking closer or farther away from you.

other than that he’s an okay (?) dude. very open to most questions from other magic users. has a lot of nice thrift store furniture and a lot of mysterious tomes that are freezing cold to the touch and have nothing written in them. sometimes parts the veil between worlds with no pants on during the weekends.

you could have worse neighbors.