E. M. Fields (COMMS CLOSED)

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comic artist and illustrator. he/him. email me at emfieldsart at gmail for commission inquiries!

Comic panel 1: a dystopian city. Electronic billboards of Emma (@pseudonymjones) send a message - MAKE A TERRIBLE COMIC. Cartoonist @emfields runs through the streets, scared for his life. Panel 2: emfields is caught in front of a brick wall at the end of a blind alley. Pinned by a searchlight in front of a propaganda poster of Emma, he screams “No!” Panel 3: EMMABOTS approach menacingly, intoning the rules - “PARTICIPATION IS COMPULSORY.” Panel 4: EMMABOTS drag emfields to his art board, forcing him to make a terrible comic, the worst torture imaginable. He screams NOOOOOO
Page 1 Panel 1: the stone door, in a dark and dank dungeon. Fungal roots surround it. Panel 2: The Picker's Guild local no. 666 observes the door nervously - Sten, a dark-skinned masc dwarf with geometric hair and a metallic eye; Webley, a big-eyed kobold; Bren, a half-giantess with white fur and horns; Enfield, a femme half-elf with white hair and freckles; and Vickers, a dark-skinned androgynous figure in a cowl with makeup adorning the top half of their face. Sat atop Vickers head is Welrod, a grapefruit sized imp, frog-like, with bat wings. Panel 3: Enfield lights her cheroot with a slow match. "Awright Vickers, whatchu see?" Panel 4: Vickers raises a large glass marble to their eye and observes the door through it cautiously.
A shrew in a medieval monk’s habit, seated on a wine cork stool, slumped asleep over a scriptorium desk. His spider silk and dew drop glasses are askance on his sleepy head, and his hummingbird feather quill is slipping out of his grasp. His acorn ink pot is spilling at his feet.
a vector illustration of a Magic: the Gathering card. "E. M. Fields, Vector God. Mana cost: 4 U/R U/R U/R. 6/4 Legendary Creature - Human Wizard. Haste. Activated ability: 4 U/R U/R U/R, tap: Create a copy of target permanent, except it isn't legendary and is a Treasure artifact in addition to its other types, with 'tap, sacrifice this artifact: Add one mana of any color.' The artwork is an artist self portrait, wielding the pen tool from adobe illustrator, manipulating a bezier curve path in his hands, glowing with magic. Vector blend shapes and effects-laden closed paths form the blue and red background. The card looks like it's laying on a wooden table, and there's a red d20 (20 face up) on top of it.
A scene inside a large hangar space. There's a holographic projection of a beach at sunset taking over the industrial space. Real sand has been spread over the metal floor, appearing to have been placed through a static or magnetic process. On the sand sits a huge quadrupedal mech frame. It is white and blue and gold. It has huge sweeping shoulder pauldrons covered in delicate filigree. It's wielding a lance-like weapon in one hand that crawls with organic pipework. Standing proudly in front is the Baron, a rich man showing off a favored toy. He is stout and brown-skinned with long dark hair and beard. He has a halo-like crown and gold and teal armor, a long blue cape dragging in the sand, and a jeweled ceremonial curved dagger at his waist.
Steam banner for the roguelike platformer game Angvik 2, available now! An assembled crew of fantasy hero characters posing on a mountaintop, with a sunset world behind them beckoning adventure.
A scene from in the VIP pit of a Lancer mech duel in the Grand Arena of Throne Karrakis. Colorful pennants sway in the breeze high above the stadium. Huge shades that look like translucent petals shade the spectators, seated in the sandy white gallery stands. The architecture flows and curves rather than being rectilinear or purely circular. Pointed archways from the main arcade level. Ornate fluorescent light chandeliers light up the shaded stands. On the Field, a massive black Lancer frame lunges forward with a black broadsword, boosted forward with back-mounted rockets. A red ponytail flows from its helm. Parrying the blow in a shower of sparks is a sage green Lancer frame with a curved scimitar-like sword. It pirouettes on digitigrade legs, its blue cape tails swirling in the arena dust. It is adorned with golden filigree. In the pit, two factions face off, each representing their frame in demeanor and attire. On the left, matched with the black knight mecha, a cadre of nobles (perhaps from the House of Stone), all in black and red and metal and furs, stand haughtily. The main one raises her whiskey glass in smug superiority. She has dark skin and an undercut hairstyle of red hair. Next to her is an older man, bald and bearded, with dark skin and a grumpy expression. On the right, representing perhaps the House of Glass, a rakish young noble lifts his wine glass in mocking salute. He has twin swords on his belt and an orange cape. Next to him is a beautiful noblewoman in a dress covered in rose-like flowers. a chain veil covers her face. Behind them, vidscreens show alternate angles of the mech duel, including shots from the cockpits of each frame, showing the determination and effort of each Lancer that pilots them.
A Lancer pilot. She's a strong-looking woman with pale skin, orange eyes, and long white hair that goes to her knees. She's clad in medieval-inspired power armor, black and purple with gold details, including a lioness head on her left shoulder. In her right hand she wields a bardiche, and in her left is a red war banner, draped over her arm and showing heraldry of a purple lioness, rampant on a purple and yellow shield, over crossed bardiches.
Article screenshot: "With Attie, anyone will be able to build their own custom feed just by typing in commands in natural language, the same as if they’re chatting with any other AI chatbot. To use the app, people will sign in with their Atmosphere login (meaning their login for any app that runs on atproto, which includes Bluesky). Attie will immediately understand what you’ve been talking about, what sort of things you like, and more, because Bluesky and the wider ecosystem are open systems that share data across apps." (last sentence highlighted for emphasis)
screenshot of globalcomix AI policy page: "Content that violates any of the following will not be allowed: Generated AI graphics that imitate or copy another creator’s intellectual property, style, likeness, or characters without permission."
A Blender maquette of the Lancer scene
Fanart of the gun witch Layla Brimstone from the webcomic Kill Six Billion Demons. She's dressed in her signature blue coat and wide brimmed hat, astride her flying musket, firing an uzi submachinegun in one hand and a broomhandle mauser in the other. The background is various other famous firearms
Fanatical's Build Your Own Spring Bundle banner image by me - key art from the game I worked on Angvik 2. A motley assortment of colorful science fantasy heroes against a warm sunset backdrop, a town in the midground and a city in the clouds in the background.
Synapsidiform kobolds cavort and caper around a burning dragon effigy. A kobold priest dressed as a red dragon leads the ritual, throwing gold coins in the air.
A hideous skeletal monstrosity lurches towards you. Roughly humanoid, but it has 3 arms, one wielding a spiked club, and a pig's skull. Guts and tendons hang gruesomely from its bones.
Sten, a fantasy Dwarf man with dark skin and geometric hair, stands confidently with his arms crossed, his inventory arranged neatly before him: 1. Rucksack 2. Bedroll 3. Dwarven Prayer Book 4. Darksteel short sword 5. Ironwood war club 6. Clay pipe 7. Halfling pipeweed 8. Treasure coffer 9. Plumb-bob 10. Twine 11. 50 foot of rope 12. Saucepan 13. Folding fork 14. Collapsible cast iron skillet 15. Folding spatula 16. Spicebox 17. Hand mirror with rotating handle 18. Chalk 19. Chef’s knife 20. Fine chisel 21. Wax tablet and stylus 22. Hair comb 23. Rock hammer, iron spike, ruled prybar 24. Adamantine nails 25. Water, swing-top bottles 26. ‘Dragon spit’ (aqua regia) 27. Oil, swing-top bottle 28. Dwarvish ‘elixir’ (lager) 29. Square and round hammer 30. Wine jug 31. Stein 32. Belt satchel 33. Stone chisel set, shears
An omegadungeon goblin. Bat-like countenance, large ears and complicated, delicate nose. It is slavering profusely. It has a leather hood obscuring what are surely vestigial eyes. Armed with a curved dagger and its left arm is a hooked, bladed prosthesis with some sort of pulley mechanism to scissor it. Nasty!
A red skeleton in black globe-like armor, leaning on a long sword. In its other hand a bastard sword, upon which lies a bloodied crown. With a rictus grin it intones; DEATH TO THE WIZARD KINGS!
My Lancer Art Commission Sheet! Mechs (full color no background) are $410 (black and white $360). Lancers are $205 (fc no bg)/$155 (bw). Mech and Lancer together are a discount package for $575 total. All art comes with complimentary hex tokens if you want them. Contact emfieldsart@gmail.com!
A femme knight in silvery armor, filigreed with feather designs. She has pale skin and long auburn hair, tied in a ponytail and held back with an ivory and gold circlet. She has a white cloak and tabard, with blue accents. The cloak has a blue phoenix emblazoned on it. She wields an adamantine shield with the sigil of Bahamut engraved on it. She wields a longsword with a golden dragon hilt, and a rapier with a silver wing hilt. Also among her inventory is a parchment labeled "Shit List" with some names on it, some crossed off.
A lancer pilot, standing casually and holding a double barreled revolver at the ready. She has blue, red, and yellow dyed hair in a side shave style. She is wearing anti-facial-recognition dazzle camo makeup on her face. she has a prosthetic arm that is styled after the Horus Pegasus frame. She's wearing a sleeveless long coat with patches on it. She has a dataknife strapped to her left boot leg.
A Lancer Monarch custom. Painted red and gold, it surrounds itself with molten hot metal angel wings. Enemy rounds ricochet off its projected energy shield.
My Lancer Art Commission Sheet! Mechs (full color no background) are $400 (black and white $350). Lancers are $200 (fc no bg)/$150 (bw). Mech and Lancer together are a discount package for $500 total. All art comes with complimentary hex tokens if you want them. Contact emfieldsart@gmail.com!
A hideous skeletal monstrosity lurches towards you. Roughly humanoid, but it has 3 arms, one wielding a spiked club, and a pig's skull. Guts and tendons hang gruesomely from its bones.
Page 1 of the comic "Swallowtail" by E. M. Fields. The first panel shows a vista from atop a high tower overlooking the surface of the Omegadungeon - a vast labyrinth world cloaked in permanent eclipse. A Drakencult soldier in rad draconic armor rushes to the balcony and points and shouts - "It's Swallowtail!" The titular thief, dressed in dark blue leather and with their iconic swallowtail cape, leaps from the parapet. They glance back at the pursuing soldiers, showing the snarling bronze demon mask covering the lower half of their face. The next six panels show a montage of the drakencult soldiers readying crossbows and firing at the fleeing, free-falling Swallowtail! Swallowtail falls towards a long red banner hanging from a neighboring tower, grabbing it at the last moment and swinging away from the hail of crossbow bolts. In the final panel they are running away, clutching a skeletal urn with gold coins spilling out of it as they make their escape...
Screenshot of Mark Zuckerberg's original texts to a friend about the creation of the original Facebook. He says "Yeah so if you ever need info about anyone at Harvard Just ask. I have over 4,000 emails, pictures, addresses, SNS" Friend replies: "What? How'd you manage that one?" Zuckerberg: "People just submitted it. I don't know why. They 'trust me'. Dumb fucks."
A scene from in the VIP pit of a Lancer mech duel in the Grand Arena of Throne Karrakis. Colorful pennants sway in the breeze high above the stadium. Huge shades that look like translucent petals shade the spectators, seated in the sandy white gallery stands. The architecture flows and curves rather than being rectilinear or purely circular. Pointed archways from the main arcade level. Ornate fluorescent light chandeliers light up the shaded stands. On the Field, a massive black Lancer frame lunges forward with a black broadsword, boosted forward with back-mounted rockets. A red ponytail flows from its helm. Parrying the blow in a shower of sparks is a sage green Lancer frame with a curved scimitar-like sword. It pirouettes on digitigrade legs, its blue cape tails swirling in the arena dust. It is adorned with golden filigree. In the pit, two factions face off, each representing their frame in demeanor and attire. On the left, matched with the black knight mecha, a cadre of nobles (perhaps from the House of Stone), all in black and red and metal and furs, stand haughtily. The main one raises her whiskey glass in smug superiority. She has dark skin and an undercut hairstyle of red hair. Next to her is an older man, bald and bearded, with dark skin and a grumpy expression. On the right, representing perhaps the House of Glass, a rakish young noble lifts his wine glass in mocking salute. He has twin swords on his belt and an orange cape. Next to him is a beautiful noblewoman in a dress covered in rose-like flowers. a chain veil covers her face. Behind them, vidscreens show alternate angles of the mech duel, including shots from the cockpits of each frame, showing the determination and effort of each Lancer that pilots them.
A Yautja alien from the Predator franchise. She has dark blue-gray skin and dull red markings that form a black widow style hourglass on her forehead. Her dreadlocks have teeth from various hunted species dangling from them. Her armor is a coppery color. Her main weapon is twin wristblades that can extend and rotate.
Illustration of a Cleric of Deneir. He is a stout man with light skin and thinning hair. He is wearing green and earth-tone medieval garb. He has a leather breastplate over a green tunic, with a fringed green cowl over it all. The cowl has metal plates sewn in the fringe. He has a leather belt, from which hangs a dagger with an antler handle, a metal flanged mace, a leather purse, and a leather book holster containing a large bound book. Also hanging from the belt is a metal reliquary that looks a bit like a tall and thin bird cage. Within it is an eagle feather quill. On his back is strapped a rucksack, a wooden shield, and a crossbow. He has eagle eye googles pushed up on his forehead - they are styled after an eagle with a beak and feather designs. He is looking at his hand in bemusement - a small black-scaled wyvern is perched on it, looking back at him. Beside him is an array of all his inventory items. The shield can be seen to have a design on the front of the iconography of the god Deneir - an eye, the pupil an equilateral triangle, and a lit candle above, within some circular designs.
“Make a terrible comic day” comic: panel 1, me drawing an ape for work. Panel 2, the ape drawing. Panel 3, a self portrait suspiciously similar to the ape drawing, me thinking “good”.
A woman in 15th century jousting full plate. Her armor is green metal. Her sallet helm looks like a snarling lioness. She is blonde, with a very long braid. She has cold blue eyes, and three jagged scars (from a lion attack perhaps?) running down her face. She has lost her nose, and replaced it with a gold prosthetic.
Enfield, a half-elf woman with short white hair kept back in a headband, wearing leather armor, kneeling with her inventory spread on the ground before her: 1. Rucksack 2. Bedroll 3. Flint and steel, tinderbox 4. Steel short sword 5. Vial 6. Glass Bottle - unknown liquid, red, smells of almonds. Suspected healing draught 7. Tallow candles 8. Hand mirror with rotating handle 9. Chalk 10. Coinpurse 11. Leather wineflask - mushroom wine 12. Cheroot leaves 13. Halfling tobacco 14. 50 foot of rope 15. Slow match 16. Iron Stakes, Pitons, Nails 17. Elvish seax - watered steel blade and antler handle 18. Waterskin 19. Dwarvish darksteel axe and prybar 20. Dungeon rations - hardtack, jerky, dried fruit and mushrooms, hard cheese 21. Ball of twine 22. Needle, fishhook, plumb
A scene from in the VIP pit of a Lancer mech duel in the Grand Arena of Throne Karrakis. Colorful pennants sway in the breeze high above the stadium. Huge shades that look like translucent petals shade the spectators, seated in the sandy white gallery stands. The architecture flows and curves rather than being rectilinear or purely circular. Pointed archways from the main arcade level. Ornate fluorescent light chandeliers light up the shaded stands. On the Field, a massive black Lancer frame lunges forward with a black broadsword, boosted forward with back-mounted rockets. A red ponytail flows from its helm. Parrying the blow in a shower of sparks is a sage green Lancer frame with a curved scimitar-like sword. It pirouettes on digitigrade legs, its blue cape tails swirling in the arena dust. It is adorned with golden filigree. In the pit, two factions face off, each representing their frame in demeanor and attire. On the left, matched with the black knight mecha, a cadre of nobles (perhaps from the House of Stone), all in black and red and metal and furs, stand haughtily. The main one raises her whiskey glass in smug superiority. She has dark skin and an undercut hairstyle of red hair. Next to her is an older man, bald and bearded, with dark skin and a grumpy expression. On the right, representing perhaps the House of Glass, a rakish young noble lifts his wine glass in mocking salute. He has twin swords on his belt and an orange cape. Next to him is a beautiful noblewoman in a dress covered in rose-like flowers. a chain veil covers her face. Behind them, vidscreens show alternate angles of the mech duel, including shots from the cockpits of each frame, showing the determination and effort of each Lancer that pilots them.
Looking into the porthole of an escape pod in space. A femme lancer in a space suit and helmet looks out, sweating but relieved, her hand touching the glass. Reflected in the glass we see she's looking at an explosion in high orbit above a planet. She's escaped... she made it.
Illustration of a pair of space mermaids, know as hoefenwives to starfarers. They are resting on a rusty meteoroid infested with some sort of green fungus. They have blue translucent skin that reveals internal organs. Blinking bioluminescence covers their fan-like tails. They have upper bodies that are shaped like beautiful women, but their eyes glow ominously like a predatory cat. They have "hair" that looks more like the mane of a jellyfish.
Page 9 Panel 1: Enfield asks: "...anyone tried pulling it?" as she readies her axe. Panel 2: the group looks chagrined. Vickers sighs dramatically. Panel 3: Enfield's axe in her hand. It has a crowbar-like tip on the handle. Panel 4: the crowbar end goes into the "lock", slotting downwards and gripping. Panel 5 and 6: with a gentle heave Enfield pulls the door with her crowbar-axe. Slowly at first and then fairly easily it pivots down its center line, revolving open towards the group, revealing a dark passage beyond.
Page 5 Panel 1: Enfield glances down with a pained but patronizing expression, her cheroot burned down to the nub. "Let's let Sten have a go, yea?" Panel 2: Webley, with giant watery eyes tearing up - "Yib" Panel 3: Enfield pats a quietly sobbing Webley. Sten marches towards the door confidently, with dwarven tools in hand. "Ya, me Stone-ken'll find just the right cleft." Panel 4: Sten touches the stone of the door, sensing some aspect of the worked stone that only dwarves are sensitive to. Panels 5-9: a montage sequence - Sten carefully measures along the door using his outstretched thumb and pinky as a measuring stick. He draws in chalk on the door, indicating some sort of ley line. He scrawls careful geometric diagrams, culminating in an X in a precise spot on the door. He raises his chisel, carefully aiming it. Sweat beads on his brow in concentration.
Page 1 Panel 1: the stone door, in a dark and dank dungeon. Fungal roots surround it. Panel 2: The Picker's Guild local no. 666 observes the door nervously - Sten, a dark-skinned masc dwarf with geometric hair and a metallic eye; Webley, a big-eyed kobold; Bren, a half-giantess with white fur and horns; Enfield, a femme half-elf with white hair and freckles; and Vickers, a dark-skinned androgynous figure in a cowl with makeup adorning the top half of their face. Sat atop Vickers head is Welrod, a grapefruit sized imp, frog like with bat wings. Panel 3: Enfield lights her cheroot with a slow match. "Awright Vickers, whatchu see?" Panel 4: Vickers raises a large glass marble to their eye and observes the door through it cautiously.
Cover page to a comic titled "You Come to a Door", a random Omegadungeon encounter by artist E. M. Fields. "You Come to a Door" is in an ornate medieval blackletter style typeface, on a black field, above a white drawing of a stone door set in a stone archway. There is a carved skull in the center of the door.
A comic. panel 1: A distant shot of fantasy travelers with a wagon. panel 2: a dwarf being lifted up by her orc companion in a dungeon to look into a barrow-hole. She's saying "God's Blood! Damn Cobwebs!". The orc merely says "Hm." Panel 3: The dwarf is fixing the wagon's broken wheel. The orc is working a foot bellows for her forge. She says "Gods-damned busted-ass cart needs a new king bolt... why don't you smith one up, Erebera?". The orc says "Mm." Panel 4: The travelers walk in the rain. Erebera has her cloak above her head. The orc has a lily pad on his head to block the rain. Erebera is complaining: "I hate the rain! I hate being wet! I hate soggy rations! I hate mud in my boots!" The orc replies "Mm-hm." Panels 5-7: The orc and Erebera are sat by their campfire at night. Erebera says "feet hurt, hands ache, coinpurse light, belly empty-" as she takes off her boots. The orc silently hands her a green apple. She snuggles up against him in the glow of the fire and chomps in, happy
A ladder toss game set
A band of crusty dungeoneers in black and white. At the fore is Enfield, a pale freckled half-elf woman wielding an axe and dagger, wearing a tough leather coat and gambeson. She has a headband holding back a short crop of white hair. She has tired eyes and is smoking a cheroot. To her right in the front rank is Webley, a kobold. He is in a ragged cloak, with a cropped tail, wielding a hammer and spike. Many keys are visible under his rags. To Enfield’s left is Sten, a dwarf man. He has dark skin and a geometric hair style and long curly beard. His right eye is a metal prosthesis. He has ornate ring armor, and a short sword and hammer. In the back rank is Bren, a half-giantess. She is a hulking white-furred creature with horns. Her hair is in elaborate plaits wrapped around her whole body. A massive two handed mace is on her shoulder. Beside her is Vickers and Welrod. Vickers is a tall lanky person with dark skin. Their face has some form of solid makeup applied to the entire top half. Their gear is monk or nun-like, long robes and a sort of habit or cowl. In their hands is a magical device, though which runs a long thin scarf-like band of woven fabric and beads. Welrod, their familiar, squats atop their head. Welrod is a small melon-sized frog-like demonic being with bat wings, horns, and goat-like eyes.
A scene inside a large hangar space. There's a holographic projection of a beach at sunset taking over the industrial space. Real sand has been spread over the metal floor, appearing to have been placed through a static or magnetic process. On the sand sits a huge quadrupedal mech frame. It is white and blue and gold. It has huge sweeping shoulder pauldrons covered in delicate filigree. It's wielding a lance-like weapon in one hand that crawls with organic pipework. Standing proudly in front is the Baron, a rich man showing off a favored toy. He is stout and brown-skinned with long dark hair and beard. He has a halo-like crown and gold and teal armor, a long blue cape dragging in the sand, and a jeweled ceremonial curved dagger at his waist.
An orange cat named Billy bean sleeping peacefully in a cat tower by a window
Self portrait of the artist in an n95 mask
image of a DnD party strolling down a sunset beach. There's a human warlock in an overcoat, a warforged fighter, a firbolg druid with a wooden staff adorned with flowers, a gnome bard with a huge zither on her back, and a half-elf monk wearing sunglasses. In the background is a coastal city watched over by a rusted hulking construct.
A heavily customized Barbarossa frame Lancer mech. It's covered in moss and vegetation from being in deep storage for years, but it has some brand new command and control hardware and CIWS cannons bolted to it. It's kneeling down to offer a manipulator to the pilot.
A comic. panel 1: A distant shot of fantasy travelers with a wagon. panel 2: a dwarf being lifted up by her orc companion in a dungeon to look into a barrow-hole. She's saying "God's Blood! Damn Cobwebs!". The orc merely says "Hm." Panel 3: The dwarf is fixing the wagon's broken wheel. The orc is working a foot bellows for her forge. She says "Gods-damned busted-ass cart needs a new king bolt... why don't you smith one up, Erebera?". The orc says "Mm." Panel 4: The travelers walk in the rain. Erebera has her cloak above her head. The orc has a lily pad on his head to block the rain. Erebera is complaining: "I hate the rain! I hate being wet! I hate soggy rations! I hate mud in my boots!" The orc replies "Mm-hm." Panels 5-7: The orc and Erebera are sat by their campfire at night. Erebera says "feet hurt, hands ache, coinpurse light, belly empty-" as she takes off her boots. The orc silently hands her a green apple. She snuggles up against him in the glow of the fire and chomps in, happy
3 gnolls in a rowboat, stealthily rowing it in a canal under a medieval bridge, avoiding the gaze of a human patrolman with a mace.
A comic. panel 1: A distant shot of fantasy travelers with a wagon. panel 2: a dwarf being lifted up by her orc companion in a dungeon to look into a barrow-hole. She's saying "God's Blood! Damn Cobwebs!". The orc merely says "Hm." Panel 3: The dwarf is fixing the wagon's broken wheel. The orc is working a foot bellows for her forge. She says "Gods-damned busted-ass cart needs a new king bolt... why don't you smith one up, Erebera?". The orc says "Mm." Panel 4: The travelers walk in the rain. Erebera has her cloak above her head. The orc has a lily pad on his head to block the rain. Erebera is complaining: "I hate the rain! I hate being wet! I hate soggy rations! I hate mud in my boots!" The orc replies "Mm-hm." Panels 5-7: The orc and Erebera are sat by their campfire at night. Erebera says "feet hurt, hands ache, coinpurse light, belly empty-" as she takes off her boots. The orc silently hands her a green apple. She snuggles up against him in the glow of the fire and chomps in, happy
Primrose the gun-witch, casting a spell to rapidly reload her break open revolvers. She’s a young Asian woman with a wide brimmed hat with bullet tassels. Behind her is a glowing sigil in the form of a revolvers 6 chambers, with pentagrams and universal metaconstant characters within.
a 4 panel comic titled "The Witch and the Lioness". In the first two panels, we see Lioness Theda's face, scarred and with a missing nose, in a space lit by dim candlelight. She wears a 15th century style gown and strings of pearls in her long blonde hair. Her face is being grabbed and observed back and forth, roughly, by hand of the Witch. Theda asks impatiently: "Tch - well, witch? Can it be fixed?" We see them both in profile, in the Witch's library filled with books and arcane oddities. The Witch, short dark hair with a shock of grey in the forelock, in a purple doublet with puffed and slashed shoulders, pentagram earrings, and pince-nez glasses, professorially considers Theda's scarred visage, muttering softly in consideration ("hrm..."). In the final largest panel, we are close in on Theda's face in profile, seeing only her mouth and neck. The Witch's hand, prominent in the center of the frame, is more gentle now, her thumb ever so softly caressing Theda's lower lip. The Witch says "Nothing to fix...", the warm glow of the candlelight backlighting them both.
A woman in 15th century jousting full plate. Her armor is green metal. Her sallet helm looks like a snarling lioness. She is blonde, with a very long braid. She has cold blue eyes, and three jagged scars (from a lion attack perhaps?) running down her face. She has lost her nose, and replaced it with a gold prosthetic.
Original JM6-DD JagerMech art by Joel Biske (penciller) and Jim Nelson (inker) from the Battletech Technical Readout: 3050
fanart of a Battletech Rifleman mech, and the pilot - Master Sgt Gurratan Jha (callsign "Chopper"). A Nepali man with dark hair and beard, and a prosthetic left leg.
modified Tokugawa-class Lancer frame 'Beso Toxico', glowing with radioactive plasma energy. also pictured is the pilot, a Latina woman with a cyborg prosthesis arm, dressed in a long winter trenchcoat, wielding a heavy excavation laser tool.
An Everest-pattern Lancer frame, destroyed in battle, kneeling in a snowy, ashy battlefield in the middle of a ruined city under an overcast sky. The pilot huddles near a portable heater nestled between the frame's legs.
screenshot of my bsky timeline showing Trevor Henderson's House poster immediately followed by Marc Michaud's Home cover
A lancer pilot, standing casually and holding a double barreled revolver at the ready. She has blue, red, and yellow dyed hair in a side shave style. She is wearing anti-facial-recognition dazzle camo makeup on her face. she has a prosthetic arm that is styled after the Horus Pegasus frame. She's wearing a sleeveless long coat with patches on it. She has a dataknife strapped to her left boot leg.
badge showing i was the 354,924th bsky user, among the first 10% of the current 10 million.