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I draw shit would you look at that Newgrounds: http://bushmannerino.newgrounds.com Kofi: http://ko-fi.com/bushmann Twix: https://twitter.com/Bushmannerino1

This time Velstatt was in his best. No longer in the harsh ripstop fatigues of expeditionaries. Had to admit to himself, the eccentricity was contagious and thus continued the next step of his human evolution. The days of being a humble commune spud spittler was long behind him though they never left his heart. The new clothes were well within his budget, thievery. The fabric feels softer when it is free. Ostentatious above his class.
Slick and silken black jacket open in the center and slacks made of vinylon. The jacket with gold wire trimmings and patterns decorated to subtle streaks of floral notes. His sleeves pulled to his elbows right around his forearms. Deep scarlet under shirt and black scaled dress shoes. His blonde hair now grown to shoulder length and slick back. He wore his dussack angled from his lower back with his left arm resting on its hilt.
The guards at the entrance perk an eyebrow and stifled a laugh but still recognize him.

A short comic. We see the propagandic interpretation of the Sky Warden, Marisol Déleon's fight against an opfor air raid. Only to be followed by the reality.

First anniversary commemorative drawing for the webcomic 'Armored Hearts'. We see the main characters, Lt. Mavis Marshall, 3rd generation Radical-- and Kelso Dawson, rifleman of her unit. They're posing happily, even if her brutish arm is squeezing the juice out of the poor guy. Standalone ver.

First anniversary commemorative drawing for the webcomic 'Armored Hearts'. We see the main characters, Lt. Mavis Marshall, 3rd generation Radical-- and Kelso Dawson, rifleman of her unit. They're posing happily, even if her brutish arm is squeezing the juice out of the poor guy.

Character design commission for a failed pit fighter turned bodyguard. In her pursuit of strength she rejected mobility in favour of mass. Indomitable and unmovable like a dominican doorman during summer break.

The whitest woman you've ever seen lies sprawled out in front of you. If only you could find out where she's from...

In the midst of the dreamlike cherry tree garden stands she-- coworker, bunkmate, buddy, love of your life. Your heart flutters, despite your insides being caked by vektan soot, gunpowder, dust and concrete-- your heart flutters with love. Childish love. One mostly carried by hope, an imagined future you nurture between you and her.