i made a fucking shortlist of my ocs and the stories theyre connected to! theyre all main characters but not all of them are actually there yet,i need to draw alot more bc theres Alot more, theyre all good guys too minus korrina bc shes feral.
but i just wanted to make this as a reference and i’ll update it when i draw the rest of the main cast for each series!! as for now Severed is the only one with its main group completely there.
Lup comes home to the mouth-watering smell of garlic sautéing on the stove. It’s fucking delightful. She loves having a body again. Not enough people appreciate having a working nose; for a long moment, it’s all she can do to stand in the hallway and inhale. Mmm. Fuck yeah, that’s the good stuff.
Then she kicks off her shoes and heads on into the kitchen, because after twelve years trapped inside an umbrella and several months as a lich, Lup also greatly enjoys having legs. It’s the little things, you know? Taako’s standing by stove, and when she enters, he glances back and waves her over to the counter.
“Oh, good, you’re just in time,” he says. “Come grate this parm. Where’s Barold?”
Lup rolls her eyes, but pads over and pulls a box grater out of the drawer. “What, no hello? Barry’s still filling out paperwork, he told me to go on ahead. What’re you making?”
Taako sticks his tongue out and reaches past her for a bowl of diced tomatoes. “Pasta puttanesca,” he says. The tomatoes sizzle finely as they’re added to the pan. Lup watches as he stirs, then lowers the heat to let them simmer. “How was day one of Reaper school? You gank some ghouls yet? Slurp up any souls?”
“Nah, no soul slurping,” Lup says. “That’s day two.” She eyes the skillet, then his mise en place. “You never add enough red pepper flakes.” She reaches for the little bowl.
Taako slaps at her hand. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he says. “If you add it now it’ll burn.”
“Um,excuseyou, it’ll be nicely toasted. You just have no taste.” Lup elbows him back, then picks up the block of cheese and resolves to try again when he’s not looking. “Orientation was good, though,” she says. “Pretty standard onboarding. It reminded me of the IPRE a little, actually. Krav made us do icebreakers.”
I was so incredibly lucky to see Toft’s Adoribull minibang take shape. This particular scene from chapter eight really arrested me from the start, and the final draft rendered it absolutely stunning. I couldn’t not illustrate it.
If you haven’t read it yet, please do yourself the favour and fix that. Inspired by both their canon story and the Ancillary Justice series, it’s forty-three thousand words of sci-fi adventure, the slow progression of trust, and exploring personhood and what makes it. Also guest-starring Dagna and Sera as truly delightful space smugglers.
Introducing Holly Fletcher, the ghost of Harper’s first murder victim. A witch whom was once a kind, naive forest girl curses Harper in her last moments of life so he will be forced to see her ghostly image in reflections. She torments him day in night in hopes that he will suffer as she did.
