Ffenicmere Art | CaitCat

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Panel 1 Picka goes down basement stairs: Hey, Blake, good news, I fixed de door! You wouldn't believe what I went through for it, but it's- Panel 2 Picka opens the door to the living room, it is empty, except for a slight hint of smoke Picka: Oh. Hey, Blake? You down here? Cruci? Panel 3 Picka knocks on the door to Blake's room Picka: *Sniff* And why does it smell like- Panel 4 Picka opens the door to see Blake smoking her meraleef stash. Cruci is passed out. Blake is shocked. Picka: -De hell?! Panel 5 Blake nervously points at the bag of meraleef, joint still in hand. Blake: Oh, hey... Uh, long story, but I think you dropped that bag... We... Uh... Panel 6 Picka bends down to pick up her bag. Picka: There's, like, half de bag gone!? And Cruci's passed out too?! Panel 7 Blake with a slightly remorseful look, gestures at Cruci Blake: Sorry... Not his fault... I'll... Uh... Buy you some more...? Once I can move...
Panel 1. Cian and Ilane are at the desk checking in, Tan and Edan are in the background. Tan is holding her passport. Edan: Yeah, just show it at the desk there, Tan... Panel 2. A goblin is sat on a very high stool at the check-in desk. Tan stand on tiptoes to hand over the passport. Check-in Assistant: Name? Tan: Tanbyr the Demon Goat! Panel 3. The goblin looks at the passport confused and concerned. A gradually building thud of footsteps is heard Assistant: Your passport says you're... chimeric humanoid... Except someone seems to have scribbled it out and wrote "Demun Gout"... Panel 4. Edan has rushed over to the desk to intervene. Edan: She's joking! She just got a little... carried away with the joke! Assistant: Oh, Edan, didn't see you there! Well, kids being kids, huh? I guess if you can vouch for her, we can let it slide... Panel 5. The assistant laughs Assistant: Well, after someone pays the 100 Gold fine for defacing an official document, of course... Panel 6. Edan rummages for his wallet with an annoyed expression. Tan looks slightly smug. Edan: Ugh... yeah, fine, I'll take care of it... (Dammit Tan, control yourself!) Tan: Well, that's what happens when ya try t'make me boring!
Panel 1 Captain Lance Frost dynamically points and pumps his arm Lance: Well, fugitive buddies, we'd better get moving! Set a course for Witheredchev... Prepare to blast off at warp speed! Panel 2 Dance stands arms crossed, looking annoyed Dance: Okay, first, please don't call us that. Second, we have no warp drive. Its in the other half of the ship... Panel 3 Lance turns to a monitor displaying the ship's virtual assistant, Atarah. Lance: Well... Atarah, how long will it take to get there with whatever this thing does have? Atarah: By my calculation, arrival time will be somewhere between one month and −2,147,483,648 months. Panel 4 Lance uneasily points once more. Lance: ... Very well. Team... Prepare to... slowly maneuver forward! Panel 5 A 3d render of the ship travelling through space, speech bubbles surrounding it. Leroy: You know, we still have the issue of the lack of food supplies in the meantime... Lance: Well... I've got my candy bar stash in the Captains Quarters... Dance: ... Yeah, we're not going to make it to that planet are we? END OF CHAPTER
Panel 1 and 2. Picka closes her eyes and opens them as the pink Mind energy mist susbsides, awakening her from the journey into her mind. Panel 3. Picka is sitting on the floor of the real workshop, surrounded by a mess of tools and broken fragments of capsules. She looks around worried. Picka: ... Uh, is dat it? Nothing else going to jump out at me? Panel 4. Picka wipes her brow in relief Picka: Oh thank de gods! It's over... Panel 5. Picka stands and looks on at the mess on the floor. Picka: Shame some of de mess was real... Look at all dis... Panel 6. Picka turns to look at the door that caused all her problems, hands on hips. The door rattles and squeaks Picka: Still need to fix dat rattling door too... Panel 7. Picka bends down to pick up a screwdriver off the floor Picka: Hmm... Actually mess can wait, door first! I'm not going to risk dealing with all dat again! The door lets out a sad squeak
Fanart featuring Aqua and Seth of Deltarune, surrounded by their bullet patterns
Panel 1. Nabri crouches down next to a worried Tan, staring her in the eyes, angry. Nabri: Yeah, I can see it, you may have a humanoid face now, but I saw the monster lurking inside you... Panel 2. Nabri rises back up, she activates the shock side of her spear in a dramatic pose Nabri: But trust me, you picked a fight with a dangerous foe. I am Nabri Manta, master of spears, and I will not rest until I have taken you down! Panel 3. Tan glances at Nabri and away rapidly and tugs at her collar Tan: Eh...hehe... Uh, sorry for... the cow thing... Panel 4. Nabri silently death glares at Tan Panel 5. Suddenly Nabri smiles and laughs Nabri: ... Nah, I'm messin' with ya, we're cool! You taught me a valuable lesson! Just don't try and teach me any more of them... Panel 6. Cian approaches and signals behind him Cian: Hey sorry to interrupt, but we've got to get moving. You sure you and Bolk will be able to keep things safe here on your own, Nabri? Panel 7. Nabri with a slightly concerned look Nabri: Oh, I'm sure I can manage... Bolk on the other hand... Panel 8. A long shot as Tan, Edan, Cian and Ilane move away and say goodbye to Nabri Cian: Feel free to eliminate him if he becomes a hinderance! Be seeing you! Nabri: Will do! See you guys, I'll try and make sure you have a city left to come back to!
Fanart of Deltarune, featuring Noelle and Susie confronting the "mouse" in the basement
Panel 1: (The demon Hark is studying the curse request, a slight smirk breaking his previous stoic appearance) Hark: Hmm... Oh... I see... Ooh... That... *snrk* Panel 2: Hark (smiling): Hehe... Hehehe... Panel 3: Hark (Shrouded in shadow, flames rise, as he laughs manically): BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! Panel 4: Zut (Looking concerned): Please tell me that's not an "I'm going to murder you" laugh... Panel 5 Hark (Somewhat regaining his composure): Ehehe...eh, no, it is not. *Ahem* That was merely a... I don't get requests like this one often. Panel 6: Hark: However, even if it seems a little juvenile, I see no reason not to fulfil it. It's refreshing really, most curses are all blood and guts, aimed at innocent people. Panel 7: Hark: This one seems bordering on noble. It almost makes me suspicious... Not enough to refuse though. Now, a few minor details to take care of...
Panel 1 Dance is firing her gun, enemy energy shots whizz past her, some bouncing off her shield Panel 2 One gaaklag trying to run: FIND COVER! Offscren a yell of: RETREAT! Another is firing back with their weapon Panel 3 Dance, angry close up, fire in eyes: EAT SHIT! I'M GONNA KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU FUCKERS! Panel 4 Frost, cowering behind corner, covering ears: My god, she's merciless... Guess they must have really pissed her off! Panel 5 From Dance's vision, we see she is imagining the gaaklags as many clones of Lance Frost. Frost 1: Hey, I crashed another escape pod! Frost 2: How was I supposed to know dividing by zero would break the computer? Frost 3: Look, it really looked like an enemy ship! Panel 6 Dance, shrouded in dark shadow, smiles...
A kind of failed attempt at "Draw your character in an overly cute style" Featuring Tan as a baby dragon, with somewhat exaggerated features.
Panel 1: Picka escapes from the mist of Mind Energy, and grabs at a book off a cart Picka: *Cough* *Cough* Great... Didn't even know dis stuff could create a visible mist... Panel 2: She fans away the smoke with the book Panel 3: As the mist begins to clear, a goblin shadow becomes visible Picka: Huh? Blake, dat you? Panel 4: Mist gradual eases away, revealing first some familiar hair, then an eye, then a knife... From the smoke, Picka's old enemy Aluk appears, standing grinning , wielding two knives Panel 5: Picka *Horrified, panicking, crashing backwards into the cart*: ALUK!? Nonononono... Panel 6: Aluk (Giving a sarcastic wave, knife still in hand): Hey, Picka, got unfinished business with ya... Panel 7: He lunges forward in a strange manner at Picka with the knife Panel 8: Picka screams as the knife draws close
Demon (Shrouded in smoke): WHO HAS SUMMONED ME?! Edan (Nervous): Having second thoughts, Tan? Tan (Cowering scared behind Edan): N-no! Of course not... Zut (Waving): Um... Yeah, hi, I'm Zut! Demon spreads wings scattering the smoke Demon: Hm... Well then. Hello, Imp Zut. You may call me Harkatzo. Demon: Enough pleasantries though. You requested a bespoke curse, correct? Zu (Holding up the rolled up note they were carrying)t: Um, yes... I've got it all written down here... Demon (Bemused): Hmm, how novel. Most people just /scream/ their commands at me... Very well, you've piqued my interest, hand it over...
A WIP sketch from the next page of Drachronon. Edan, looking worried: Having second thoughts, Tan? Tan, visibly scared and cowering behind Edan: N-no! Of course not...
Prompt: Draw your character in your favorite artist's style. Featuring Tan, drawn in a style somewhat based on Akira Toriyama's.
Panel 1: *In a corridor, near the ship's bridge, a small troop of Gaaklags are standing around.* Gaaklag 1: Any sign of more prisoners yet? Gaaklag 2: Nope. Ship is empty, except for the varmints that tricked the Commander. Panel 2: Gaaklag 3: Yeah, he's ain' too happy about that. He's tryin' to ransom the ship right now. Gaaklag 2: He having any luck? Panel 3: Gaaklag 3: Nope, "There is nothing left on this ship worth that amount, especially not that useless captain" was the response from their leader! Panel 4: Gaaklag 1: Wow... Glad I'm out here, Commander is probably about to tear someone to shreds! Panel 5: Dance *Foot stomping into view*: Sorry to break it to you... Panel 6: Dance *Aiming laser cannon and activating a personal shield* ...But he's not the only one! *Lance is hiding around the corner, looking on with worry*
Panel 1 Picka is peering through a magnifier, her eye magnified by a large amount. Picka: Okay, so now I need a... Very precise route of mind energy... Panel 2 Picka is at her desk, working on her project... Picka: ...Dese things are so compact... And so tired... I should have just stayed in- No Picka, don't let your mind wander... Just concentrate... No distractions... Panel 3 The RATTLE SQUEAK THUD of the shoddy new door of the workshop startles Picka Picka: WHAA! She flails, turning and knocking over a mind capsule on the desk. The mind capsule goes over panel to next one Panel 4 Mind capsule cracks as it hits the floor Panel 5 Picka *Reaching down to grab it*: Ah crap... Well, at least dese don't explode! Panel 6 FWOOSH, as pink mist fills the air Panel 7 The shattered capsule has created a dense pink fog. Picka's shocked expression can be seen through it.
My character Edan alongside three animal forms. A cat, a meerkat, and a bird. They are purple and have his usual hair horn and eyes.
An old bad comic page that looks bad and should feel bad
Art depicting what my character Tan might look like when she's older. She has swapped her old tunic for a more modern punk-ish look.
Fanart of Toan of the video game Dark Cloud
Panel 1 Zut, holding a rolled up piece of paper: Well, if no-one has any more objections, let's do this! Tan, you wanna look over the request before I begin? Panel 2 Tan: Hm... Nah. I trust ya! It's a good one though, right? Panel 3 Zut, igniting a stick on a nearby candle : Oh, they won't be bothering you two again, I can guarantee it! It's nothing lethal, and unlikely they'll trace it back to you, but just the right amount of keeping them off your backs! Panel 4 Tan, smiling: Oh yeah, that sounds good! Edan, anxious: *Sigh* Fine, I don't like it, but I guess if it'll stop them trying to attack you, go for it... Panel 5 Zut, lighting a candle of the ritual circle: Hey, prince, trust me, this is probably the best way of handling them! If they've resisted that Scread "silver tongue" thing of yours, then I'm guessing reasoning with them is out, this is your second best option! Panel 6 Edan: Well, I can't say I've actually tried. I don't like using my persuading abilities, it feels weird magically convincing people like that... Panel 7 Zut, Raising hands, masked in shadow: Then cursing is now your first best option! Too late anyway, ritual's ready! (Each word bigger) Khandar Dematos Khandar! Panel 8 FWOOOM Smoke and fire rises up, filling the cave as a horned figure appears shadowed in the mist...
A rough WIP sketch from the next page of Drachronon, featuring dialogue. Zut, holding a rolled up piece of parchment: Well, if no-one has any more objections, let's do this! Tan, you wanna look over the request before I begin? Tan: Hm... Nah. I trust ya! It's a good one though, right?
Panel 1: Dance and Lance are crouched behind a corner in a corridor of the ship. Dance: Okay, hallway ahead looks clear... Wish I knew where they are right now though... Frost: Maybe they rest are still all down the other end of the ship, maybe it's just that one big guy up here! Panel 2: Peeking around a corner, Dance: I think you might be a little too optimistic on our luck here... I hear footsteps, get back! Panel 3 Two aliens march across the hallway around the corner away from Lance and Dance Panel 4: Dance, with a bloodthirsty smile: Looks like they're heading to the bridge too... Good. That'll make eliminating them easier... Panel 5: Frost: Ooh, so this is what it looks like when you've got the bloodlust. Very good. Wish you showed some of this when I suggested a pre-emptive attack... Panel 6: Dance: I suggest you shut up, I still haven't ruled out using you as a distraction!
Panel 1: Cruci is washing dishes in the living quarters, Blake is walking in through a door in the background Panel 2: Blake Notices something on floor, it's a small bag of green something Blake: Huh? Panel 3: He holds it up, examining closely Blake: Hmm... Panel 4: Blake suddenly grabs Cruci around the shoulder from behind, shoving the bag in his face Blake: Cruci, you drop this? Cruci: GAH! Panel 5 Blake: Hey, relax, I don't care if it's yours! Just not a good idea to leave this stuff lying around, y'know! Cruci: Uh, no? I don't even know what that is! Panel 6 Blake: Yeaaah... Now that you say it, can't really imagine you smoking Meraleef! ...Guess it must be Picka's... Either that or I had an old stash I forgot about! Panel 7 Cruci: ... Is that stuff even legal here? Blake: ... How should I know? I think so... Probably... Maybe... ... Oh, who cares! How about you just get back to... Whatever it was you were doing. You need me, I'll be in the other room!
Picka is wearing a purple suit jacket, black pinstripe pants and a tie. The Tan snowman features yellow gem eyes, a carrot nose, a red and yellow scarf, foliage based hair, and wings made of sticks.
A promo image for Blake's Goblin Tech Emporium, featuring lines from upcoming pages.
Picka is riding a sled in the snow.
Picka is sitting on a bench in the back area of the workshop on a rainy day.
Picka the goblin is sitting on a raised platforms in the dimly lit tunnels beneath the workshop. She is smoking some form of smokable substance. Several lights illuminate the area slightly around her.
A comic page of Drachronon Panel 1 Zut, standing over a set up ritual: Okay, I think I'm all set up here... Panel 2 Edan: Look, are you sure this is a good idea? We're talking about making deals with demons here! Panel 3 Zut: Correction, I'm dealing with demons! Don't worry, these guys aren't anywhere near as bad as you may think! They're just dimension-hopping innate spellcasters really! Panel 4 Zut: Sure, they may twist things a little with less knowledgeable, unsavoury types, but I'm technically one of them! Not much chance they're going to mess with me! Panel 5 Tan, cracking her knuckles: And if they do mess with ya, I'll clobber 'em! Edan: Tan, if you can't fight the twins, I seriously doubt you can take on a demon! Panel 6 Zut: Yeah, gotta ask ya not to anger the demon! I'd rather not have to set all this up again to curse the curser!
A sketch of a panel from my webcomic Drachronon
Tan punching
A series of facial expressions featuring Tan in dragon form
A page of my comic Starship CHA05 Dance: Alright, first thing we need to do is make our way back to the bridge. That way /you/ can seize control of the ship again. .. Frost: You want me back in charge of the ship? I'm hopeless... Look at this mess I got us into... Dance: Now is not the time for self-reflection, Lance! I'll be sure to list all your screw ups once we're safe! In the meantime, I suggest we follow the main corridor, it'll probably be busy, but we should have enough firepower to get through whatever is in our way! Leroy: Well, good luck you two, I'll see you there! Dance: Leroy, where are you going?! Leroy: Heh, I was born on these ships, spent nearly 20 years on them... I know all sorts of things of little ways of getting around. Trust me, I'll be fine! Leroy fades into shadows Frost: He... He's gone? Did he just disappear into thin air?! ... Hey, are we absolutely sure he's just a janitor? Dance: ... Maybe it's best we don't question it...
Panel 1 Picka, pulling a box towards her at her desk "Well, whatever, I'll take a look at it when I've finished with this..." Blake "Oh? What is that you're workin' on, anyway?" Panel 2 Picka, lifting a pink glowing capsule out of a different box, "Oh, just a little experiment with some of these mind energy capsules..." Panel 3 She is now holding a phone-like device in the other hand, "I think I can use it to turn some of these old communicators no-one is buying into some sort of privacy thing, only visible and audible to the user..." Panel 4 Blake, hand on chin, "Huh... Could be on to something there! Just be careful, every broken capsule costs me more these days!" Panel 5 Picka, opening the communicator with a screwdriver, "I know... Hey, at least you switched suppliers, would hate for a repeat of the fiya caps!" Panel 6 and 7 Blake, looking glum, Yeah, I guess it's worth the cost... But still, think about the profits and-" He is cut off by a loud rattle, clatter and thud sound. He looks up in shock and confusion. Panel 8 Picka, sitting at her desk relatively unfazed, "Door got you again, huh?" Blake is walking off, glaring at the door angrily "That thing is going to drive me insane!" He sighs. "I'll leave you to it, I'll be downstairs... As far away from that door as I can get!"
A list of questions against a cloudy blue background reading: I’m on BlueSky! Get to know me better. 1 like = 1 answer 1. Why are you on BlueSky? 2. Any other social media? 3. Still posting on Twitter? 4. What do you post on Bluesky? 5. Nationality? 6. Gender/Pronouns? 7. One word to describe yourself? 8. Something you hate about yourself? 9. Something you love about yourself? 10. What’s your perfect date? 11. Any hobbies? 12. Play any instrument? 13. Name a random fact. 14. Favorite food? 15. Favorite drink? 16. Favorite season? 17. Favorite sport? 18. Chinese zodiac sign? 19. Somewhere you want to visit? 20. Speak any other languages? 21. Favorite song? 22. Song you’re listening to now? 23. Saddest song? 24. First game console? 25. Favorite video game? 26. Last concert you attended? 27. Last book you read? 28. Last movie you saw? 29. Cat or dog? 30. Day or night? 31. What’s your lucky number? 32. Favorite quote? 33. Color of your toothbrush? 34. Favorite movie? 35. Coffee or tea? 36. Favorite character? Artist Questions 38. What do you prefer to make? 39. What’s your favorite OC? 40. Who’d you do fanart of? 41. Traditional or digital? 42. Weakness? 43. Strengths? 44. Anything you make but never post? 45. Weirdest thing you’ve ever made? 46. Any art goals? 47. NSFW? 48. FREE SPACE 49. FREE SPACE 50. FREE SPACE
A rough sketched work in progress of two panels from the next page of BGTE. Picka is working at her workbench, dragging and opening boxes. Picka: Well, whatever, I'll take a look at it when I've finished with this... Blake: Oh? What is that you're working on anyway? Picka: Oh, I'll tell you later, after we have actual lines and colours!
A blue hued zombie with red spiked hair with white streaks. She is covered in stitches, and is wearing a torn bloodstained tank top and ripped blue jeans. She has one hand in her pocket and the other held out revealing sharp fingernails.
A comic page from Drachronon. The imp Zut is telling their origin story.
Nabri, a blue hued merfolk, underwater. She is holding a spear.
A comic page from Drachronon. It features a short action sequence of two of the dragon characters fighting in midair.
A work in progress of the next page of Drachronon, featuring my OC Tan smiling, showing multiple missing teeth.
A promo image for the webcomic Drachronon
A red tinted goblin preparing to fire a flaming arrow from a bow.
Picka with a flamethrower
My OC, Picka, a blue goblin, as a vampire. She has black hair with a white streak, and is wearing a low-cut black dress.
Picka, a blue goblin, wearing a low-cut black dress, red eyes, and her mouth open to reveal fangs.
A pale feminine goblin-like creature, with no nose, ears, and blank eyes with a blank expression. She is wearing white and black robes, and has wild hair. Her hands are claw like. She is standing in a snowy woodland area at night, among some dead trees.