a couple of old doodles I forgot to post

(feat.@thedoodlingsnail and @/infernojax on insta’s ocs)

I really do want his coat tho

UPDATED MY BOY’S REFSHEET, it was about time the old one is SOOO old

It took me such a long time especially since i drew EVERY LITTLE SCALE

Anyway i’m super proud of the outcome of it ♡

I don’t talk about him here as much as i should, so if y'all have questions my askblx is always open

Saturday night is for drawing villains

I decided to draw Pixel again

Playing with designs for one of my OCs because I want to make a proper design for her

procreate OC doodles

background practice with eizo

Broken Mirror

Unexpected allies help Cyrus overcome the last obstacle before coming face to face with his enemy, but nothing could prepare him for what he’ll find there.

A sewage tunnel. That’s where Husk disappeared in. 

The rangers are held off, and you’re the only one that managed to keep up, so it’s up to you. 

You take a step into the revolting waters and feel relieved that the suit is suitably insulated, your foot doesn’t even feel wet. 

But the stench… A few steps and you have to take your hand to cover your mouth. Can you actually do this when all you want is to run off and throw up? Husk’s mind begins to fade into the distance. You can never get the best reads from them, and as they move, it gets even harder. 

How are you supposed to follow them? How did the rangers do it last time? Maybe they had special masks or something…

 You let out another scan, frustrated that they’re getting away, and of course, they’re no longer there. Gone, while you are being held back by a stupid smell. 

But the scan doesn’t come back empty. There are many presences down here…

Rats.

Dozens of them. Maybe hundreds. 

They’re everywhere, keeping clear of you…

And they aren’t phased off by the smell. 

Your trainers and handlers would never approve, but you have no other choice… so you dive into their little minds, trying to meld their perspective with yours. 

And as you do, the tunnel changes. No, it doesn’t change, that’s not it. You are the one who changes. The smell isn’t as threatening… it’s not as noticeable, fading into the background.

Another step forward, and another, and soon you’re making progress. 

You lost Husk, but the rats know well which way they went, and they gatherer at your feet, joining as you walk on. They know the tunnels better than your enemy, and they guide you towards their lair. 

The rat leads you through a collapsed opening that leads out of the sewer itself, and into another set of tunnels… a ruined building’s basement? 

Only a few turns and Husk’s mind starts firing up again.

The familiar sensation in it strikes you once more. You can never access the core memories… it’s someohow protected, in a way that’s difficult to describe. And they are unaffected by the stench, in a way few could stand. 

The rats spy for you, and one of them can see them now, in an abandoned storage room that seems to be their actual lair. Through a rat’s eyes, you can see them changing, turning back into themself…

Blue skin. Orange tattoos. 

The rats scatter, rushing away as you lose all focus, the connection fading away in an instant. 

It’s hard to even think now. 

Husk is a Regene, and you don’t know what are you supposed to do next. 

————————————————

“I don’t know how you do it at this point.”

“Got lucky” Husk replied, as he stashed clothes in the suitcase. “The rangers chased me over half the town, then cornered me, but Riley junior came at them with the police thinking the rangers were chasing her right hand, and the exploding home was hard to explain for them.”

“The LDPD? I wouldn’t have thought that’d be enough to stop Charge.”

“Wasn’t, but I only needed a moment to run into a crowd and change into someone else.”

“Starting to think you’ve got some deal with the devil going on.”

“Well my mother is the devil so you might be onto something” Husk let out a nervous laugh. “I’m hiding now, what’s the word on what happened afterward?”

“It’s hell up there. My little birds tell me a dozen government agencies got involved, from the CIA to the Special Directive.”

Husk cursed silently at their mention.  Of course, they would show up.

“Exactly how many people did you piss off?” she asked.

“Too many. I’m sorry. I got stupid and careless today, all for a few bucks… I know Linda was our best chance of figuring where Ted is.”

“It’s ok. She was already becoming a dead-end anyway. I’ll just find a new corporate fuck for you to kidnap and bodysnatch. Someone who has better access”

“Always up for a new role here, you know that.  But we talked for too long, this cellphone is going into the fire and I’ve got to move. I’ll call you once I find a new place.”
“Be careful Husky.”

“Always,” they said, tossing the data-rod stack onto the briefcase before slamming it shut and walking into the dark tunnels. 

The stolen PharmaCore files were worth a fortune and they weren’t done with them yet. 

The tunnels that went through Los Diablos had been their friend for decades now. It was a good place to keep their victims out of sight. They’d be found years later as lifeless mummified husks by whoever dared venture into the underworld. Husk’s fame as one of the worst boogeymen was well deserved.

Left, left, and then straight ahead, and finally, they reached the point where the tunnel forked in several directions. Where to go next? They’ could be under the downtown plaza in no time, but perhaps they should instead go the…

“Stop”

Reflexes take over, and the free hand goes for the holster, pulling the gun, and sending three shots in the dark in the voice’s general direction. 

Silence. And then it speaks again, coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. “You missed.”

“Who’s there!?” Husk yelled, taking a step back, gun aimed onto the dark end of the tunnels different tunnels, still refusing to let go of the briefcase. Running would be the smart thing to do. Let them have it. 

“I know what you are”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you get closer and tell me about it?”
“I’m close enough already.” The voice came again, closer. Unnerving. Husk fired again, hoping they got him this time. 

“How many bullets are in that gun? I’m trying to figure out the model…”
“Listen, moron, If you know what’s what, then you know everyone who’s ever come after me is six feet under so you better turn tail before I find you!” 

“I know you’re a Regene.”

Husk swallowed. “The fuck is a Regene?” they replied.

“I’m not asking, I’m telling you I already know you are one.”

“Fuck you! I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Please, I swear I just want to talk to you.”

“Oh, and why could that be?” Husk asked, sarcastically. 

“Because I’m one too.”

“What?” 

And there he was. Standing right on the flooded path that connected with the sewers. Sidestep.

Two more shots. 

“HA! I’ve got you now! Idiot… you think you can mess with…”

The words died in their throat, as they realized there was no one there anymore. 

Sidestep had banished. An Illusion?

“Nice tricks kid but you won’t get away next time.”

“It’s not a trick. I told you, I’m a Regene too.”

“What difference does it make? If that was true it’d just mean they sent you after me.”
“NO!” Sidestep cried out, the word coming from every one of the tunnels at once. “No, they didn’t. I got away. I swear.”

“You must be braindead if you think I’m going to buy a story like that…”

“But you got away. Is it that hard to believe I did too?”
“WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” 

“I just want to know why…”

“Why what?”

“Why are you doing this?” 

“The fuck do you mean?”
And again he appeared, out of thin air. Standing almost too close, looking straight at them. 

“Why the killing?. So many people… Why are you a villain… why are you… they … they told me you torture your victims… Steal their lives…”

Husk couldn’t help the laughter at that, and it was even funnier as Sidestep posture told them it was pissing them off. 

“What’s funny about it?” 

“You are. You say you’re a Regene and you’re asking me that? If what you say it’s true, then you’re a fucking clown, wearing that ranger. A clown and a traitor.”

“I’m not a traitor! You’re the traitor, you’re a killer, and a villain! That’s not what we were made for!! That’s not our mission” 

Oh boy, he sounded furious. Husk stopped laughing, raising the gun, aimed straight at Sidestep’s head.

“All humans are shit, you idiot. They made me a killer so that’s what I do and I’m damn good at it. I could never be something else! And you… why would you join with them?”

“You’re the one working for Psychopathor yourself!” 

“The Psychos and I share a goal, killing as many rich fucks as we can for what they did to us. They fucked me over in their labs for years until I managed to get out, and I’ve been bringing payback one corporate shit at a time for years. 

“But how…”

“No. My turn to ask questions. If they didn’t send you then how did YOU get out? How did you escape? Did you kill your handler?”

“N… no… we just got separated and… and… I didn’t go back?”

“Fuck you! That’s cant be true…”

“No, it is! I swear. I just…” 

“STAY BACK!” Husk yelled as the other Regene took a step over. 

“Alright…” 

“So what’s your goal?”

“Goal?” 

“Yeah. Why did you join those spandex idiots? What’s your plan with this?”

“I… I…”

“You don’t even know?”

“I’m helping. I’m being useful, I’m doing what I was made for!” 

“Oh… I see. I think I get it now.”

“You do?”

“Yes. You’re batshit crazy, you think you can be a hero and you don’t have a clue about what you’re doing.”

“I know what I’m doing!”

“How old are you?

Sidestep babbled an answer. 

“Your REAL age, not the lies they wanted us to tell, you moron!” 

The younger regene stood silent and then answered again. Reluctantly. Husk sighed at the answer.  

“You’re a fucking baby.”

“I’m NOT A BABY!” 

“You’ve barely finished your training… How many missions have you been on before this?”

“…”

“Alright. I get it, you’re too young and you don’t know any better. So I’ll give you one chance then. Join me”

“What?” 

“Join me. We can go out of here and figure things out. If it wasn’t just me, then maybe we can do some real damage… maybe we have a hope of…”

“No. I’m not joining you. I’m not a killer! I don’t kidnap people… I don’t replace them and live their lives as you do! It’s wrong!”

“Oh please…”

“Stop, and come with me, we can figure things out… we can…”

“I’m done talking” Husk groaned, pulling the trigger again. 

Sidestep banished again, but this time they were ready, shooting again, slightly to the left. 

“Aahhh!” the hero reappeared, holding their left arm where the bullet grazed their suit. 

“Mental manipulation, huh? Took me a while to figure out, there had to be a way for you to always tell who I am. Still, you shouldn’t show off like that kid. It can get you killed!” they said, pulling the trigger once more.

——–My Fanfiction:https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-heroDISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero world. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for his wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

#FHR#Sideste#Anathema#Fallen Hero Rebirth#fhr#trying to be cool#trying hard#Trying really really hard#Making new friends

I‘LL WATCH IT BURN

Now this is an ooooold illustration of my surprise villain, Elizabeth „Lizzie“ Fallacy from the H.E.L.L. Minicampaign i ran for my boyfriend and my partner a while ago, but i somehow forgot to post it here until now. Nevertheless, I love her and she is one of my all time favorite villains i‘ve ever played. Absolutely crazy in the coconut.

Reblogs are love, click for better quality!

If drow evil… why hot? Hm?

My partner has such a way with designing characters that they can be as irredeemable, evil, cruel and self serving as they wanna be and yet I will fall in love, make art and then continue to think about them for months on end. As far as I know, this all started with them reading War of The Spiderqueen… :::) <- thats an eight-eyed emoji!

:::)

villains are just extra kissable

reblogs are love, click for better quality