And then there was this other thing

Xaroth the Dreadlord. dA commission for Hreffles, poster size. Detail just for fun! (and because he's watching you...)

I... don't usually post WIPs, but for this particular commission I was asked for WIPs. So, I suppose I will share. This was done in photoshop, the next step for me will be taking it into SAI and just going to town. It's Friday night and I'm drawing. FOMO with no point of reference. God I feel old.

Ryder and the Archon - Counter move . An Andromeda fanart commission over on dA. Little bit of love hate going on here. Little bit of, DNA lust going on... hot, right? But I am... really sad there will be no Andromeda DLC. Just... very sad.

4th restart. My hair is possessed and I look like I'm covered in bacon grease and I beat myself with an ugly stick before getting in a cryo pod only to spend 600 odd years thinking of awkward facial expressions to make when thawed. God damnit Bioware. Back to main menu.

I... don’t usually do requests. But... for you stranger, please have. It’s rather fast and random and well, Peebee just seems like the all attitude/barefoot type, no? And who doesn’t take Tupari on their intergalactic voyage? Not this turian. Tupo berry world will be berry beautiful. Make that planet a priority.

Andromeda Initiative pendant in sterling and gold. Got bored at the bench today. I guess if the game is terrible I'll melt it and make something else. Sorry about the terrible phone pic!

Mass Effect Valentine - Should have been about crushed pelvises or dinosaur bones. Oh well

Mass Effect Valentine - Colonize me. Heh. Colon.

Mass Effect Valentines - Number 1 & Number 2... I'm terrible.

Mass Effect Valentines! Reach & Flexibility. This is advanced yoga you see.

My dad told me many years ago that he had a WWI machine gun. He wouldn't tell me why he had it, and I had never seen it, but as it is illegal to have automatic weapons in our country, he had hidden the antique somewhere inside our old house. 10 years ago, after my father died, my mother sold the house to a developer who had plans to tear it down and build a stripmall. As we emptied the house, I remembered the machine gun, but I had not had the chance to ask my dad where it was hidden before he had died. My brother and I searched every corner of that 6000 sq ft house. I stuck my hand in every dark crevice, under every dusty ledge. Nothing. After the demolition I would often find myself lying awake at night, asking the darkness where that gun had been, and if it had ever existed at all. Eventually I accepted that I would never know. Yesterday my brother met a friend of a friend while out of town who said he was a construction worker, and had worked in demolition. Someone mentioned the demolition of our grand old house almost a decade ago, and after some pictures to confirm, it amazingly turned out this man had been there. He said you wouldn't believe what we found in that house. A WWI machine gun, stashed behind the drawers of a built in dresser inside one of the bedrooms. They had turned it over to the police. My dad had hidden that machine gun in the bedroom of his teenage daughter. It had been right next to my underwear the entire time.

Rosie Bannon. Please SNL. For the children.

Drawing from last night. Vetra. We only met a couple days ago... I don't get your shades, but I bet you're awesome.

Impervious Stargazer