To my comrades working miserable jobs, stuck in the grind, 9-5. Hold onto yourself and what you hold dear.

Nominative irony.

Clemence The Jordans aren't uniform but no one wants to say anything.

When I played X and Y I found a Honedge in the palace grass and fell in love. I like the idea that if you give this thing Iron head it pommel strikes everything to death.

Wedding gift for a couple.

Whatever, go my Scizor (Bullet punch with technician and stab)

Finishing this sketchbook so I can move onto a bigger one.

Went to reclaim my Mandate of Heaven. Back now👍

Robot and post-human concept art for Gorebone.

Catalysts.

Lancer comm ordered by one of my patrons. It's a Death's head named Partisan piloted by Saint. Very fun to work on.

Schmeat Man.

Schmeat Man but horse.

Meat Man but with Freudian implications.

Me and my Labubu.

Went to reclaim my Mandate of Heaven. Back now👍

"An olive tree in the Sahara, surrounded by silver grass that whistles in the warm gusts under a tan sky. The sun desists and smiles."

Birthday aircraft carrier

Me and my Labubu.

Some art I made about the pain of trying to transform into a better person.

When life gets hard, you gotta get even harder 💯 🍖🥩🥩🍖😩🥹😳🔥💫🪱

Whole thing is too crude to show here. Full version is on the Patreon. www.patreon.com/posts/after-...

Meat Man but with Freudian implications.

Schmeat Man but horse.

Schmeat Man.

Turning the wheel.

Turning the wheel.

Lancer comm ordered by one of my patrons. It's a Death's head named Partisan piloted by Saint. Very fun to work on.

I smell bacon! I smell grease!

Yeah man, rest is on Patreon ...

"It's a fucking nightmare that you let happen. You're a disappointment, seeing everything go to shit and only making it worse. You're tangled in everyone else's problems, so many bridges you're stuck drowning underneath. Burn, Burn it all. Make no one forget you."

"Oh it's okay. You've been trying your best for so long and no one cared. I know how it feels, it's not novel. Just stop, let it wash over you. Lay down and breath in the mold. Let the maggots make you a home. You will be a bed of bliss, just stop."

A beer, a warm dog, and my blackwing pencil fo tonight #treatyourselfkindlylestyoupasswithsadnessinyourheart

Guess the Lancer frame.

"It's your meat that's weak. All that skin that sags with age and teeth that rot with sweets. Get rid of it all. Hydraulic cylinder tendons, a faraday caged brain, it's in the steel which hums the truth. Rust is a lie, we don't decay cay cay cat rat mat."

Catalysts.

Eliza redesigns for Conglomerate.

Carbon Martyr, rest is on the thingy.

CSM Pulp Fiction parody cover print I made for Anime North.

Do you guys fuck with a silly little bugger.

Carry-on size.

CSM Sneaker Peaker, rest is on P place

Next of kin.

idc, go my carbon priest

I have these day dreams where my body is still in the forest. No one ever found me.

Eliza from Conglomerate, Full is on Patreon.

Eliza from Conglomerate, Full is on Patreon.

idc, go my carbon priest