#cd verse

Ya know how I mentioned in my previous post that I made this Samurai Jack oc based on a character I saw in a dream?

Well

It happened again.

Kind of.

It was Demongo himself with two heads, but I felt like making a different design entirely with that concept.

& then my hubby @aceofcards0715 wanted to join in on the fun & made his own, gifting me his bby to have since he didn’t know what to do with her.

So now I have 3 fire bbies

Since I originally made Boron Demongo’s “brother” (which… I mean, I like to think he was just created under similar environmental circumstances, saw Demmy, & went “you’re my brother now! We’re having soft tacos later!”), I guess uh

I guess I’m just starting a new trend of creating Demongo siblings…

It’s like the fuckin “Demongo children craze” of old & im kinda vibing with it IWNWKWMWOSMSODKWODM

Uh

If any of y’all feel like making your own

Pop off! I’d love to see em!

I used this chart for the names & colors & shit, so if ya wanna go by this thing, go right ahead!

@handlcd

A night with Klaus and Lila was never without it's excitement. From rolling at the club, to stealing snacks from the corner store, they always found some kind of trouble to get into. But that was simply the world Klaus lived in. He thrived in chaos. But tonight, chaos was finding him a little too fast.

@commissioncd

Once again, Lila and Diego and Co. had dropped him off at Five's apartment, like a grown man who needed a babysitter. Except, that's exactly what it was. Alone, Klaus tended to spiral. With ghosts no longer a problem, he was left with something even more terrifying--hearing his own thoughts. Therefore, when the family wanted to leave town, and Klaus inevitably didn't, he was brought over to Five.

But being in a different environment, even one he'd been to a few times, was stressful for Klaus. Half of his suitcase was cleaning products, knowing he'd have to scrub down wherever he was staying. He'd already washed his hands raw in the bathroom sink, and choked down a dinner not made by one of his Safe, Usual people. Being out of his comfort zone was making him more paranoid than usual.

When Five came out of his office to check on him, Klaus had been wiping down the living room instead of sleeping. The blankets he would be using, the coffee table, the TV remote--anything that he might come into contact with. Even still, he'd kept his nitrile gloves on.

After being mildly scolded for still being awake, Klaus now sat awkwardly on the couch. His stance was stiff, feeling every inch of contact between him and the couch. Rolling his eyes to keep up his usual persona, Klaus gave a hollow laugh.

Sent by @commissioncd

Another late night watching Days of Our Lives, until the voices in Klaus's mind were too exhausted to put up a fight. That was how he got to sleep most nights, especially while Diego and Lila were gone. Endless television, anxious crocheting, falling asleep sitting up, before waking up around 5am to stumble back to his room. Without substances to help him sleep, this had become his routine.

With Five staying with him, while the family was out of town, Klaus had thought he'd gone to bed already. Long gone were the mutual alcoholics, the shared booze around the end of the world. Each of them chasing away ghosts, literal or figurative.

Around 3am, soft snores came from the couch. Sitting up, with his chin resting uncomfortably on his chest, Klaus was only just aware of someone touching his arm. Too sluggish to resist, his arm was put around a small pair of shoulders, and he was pulled to his feet--or rather, an attempt was made. Though he was still quite thin, he was also a good seven inches taller than Five, and made up entirely of limbs and sharp angles. Grimacing at the movement, Klaus finally cracked his eyes open.

"here, you look like your freezing."

Sighing, Klaus left his crochet abandoned in his lap With Lila, Diego, and the kids all off to the coast for a few days, Five had been called in as a backup babysitter. Not for the children, but for his sober, obsessive compulsive brother. Being alone in the house felt like far too much pressure. The ability to go anywhere, unquestioned, do anything stupid his brain told him--that was too much power. Too much freedom, too fast. Therefore, Five.

HOLY SHIT OC ART

LET’S GOOOOOOOO

God, it’s been 2000 years since I drew these two.

They’re main antagonists, by the way.

I did a thing.

I recreated two VERY old ocs of mine, Danisa & Deon.

The series was originally called “Devil’s Daughter”, but since Danisa isn’t really… well, THAT anymore (mainly cause that concept’s already been done TWICE in the indie animation scene), I wanna change it to something else but I’m not sure what.

I’m sure I’ll figure it out eventually.

But until then