murpo

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murphy | they/it | 30 | local artist. writer, gamer, loser, etc.

Nemesis sits on a chair, slouched over and staring upwards at nothing in particular as she smokes a cigarette. Its brown hair is cut short, and it wears dark clothes: a turtleneck jumper with the sleeves pushed up, grey slacks, black pumps, a black apron, and an ID card around her neck. She's also wearing black latex gloves. On the floor around its feet are various BDSM implements, such as a flogger, a spiked paddle, a riding crop, and a Wartenberg wheel. The background is a rich brown with minimal texturing, and the words 'BAD AFTERCARE' faintly written behind Nemesis.
Harbinger, a Kenshi OC, wipes the sweat off her brow as she licks at the blood pouring from her nose. She's wearing nothing but rust-orange slave trousers and a bandeau of rags, with manacles around her wrists. One eye is bruised and swollen, and her dark brown hair is buzzed short. Literally across her muscular body is a plethora of scars and bruises. She is also covered blood splatter. To the left is a wall of text: 'a slave of the Holy Nation and forced to labour in Rebirth for over a decade, she awoke after a most auspicious dream: that someday, she would guide the slaves of Rebirth out of the gates and into freedom, and no man nor weapon would stop them. convinced that this was a prophecy of godly nature, she named herself as the Harbinger of Divine Judgements, and committed herself to a training regimen far from the prying eyes of her slavers. day and night, she would risk life and limb to refine newfound skills in stealth, assassination, and martial arts. her body would bear bruises and scars, but the knowledge learnt from her struggles was invaluable. as more of her slavers woke to find themselves trapped in the very shackles they once locked onto the limbs of others, whispers began to travel through the ranks of the enslaved: that their liberator could open any cage, break any manacle, and could conquer any man. it was only a matter of time before Rebirth would be barren of the slaves it once imprisoned within its walls.'
a red-haired woman in a dark, double breasted coat looks down on the viewer, a dripping syringe filled with bright orange fluid held in one hand. she looks amused, smiling wryly, as the room behind her swirls and mirror shards fall from the ceiling, some reflecting back the contents of the syringe. she wears half-moon glasses and black leather gloves, and she's lit from above by hard orange light as blow glows from beneath.
a doodle of andrea on graphbook paper. he is surrounded by worn stickers of various colours and sizes, as well as lots of pencil doodles of eyes, hands, rabbits, and a gun. on one side, a teacher has scribbled over a 'GREAT WORK' sticker and has drawn an X next to andy's head, with a message that reads 'F- in what world is this algebra? see me after class!' andy is wearing a green shirt with a green-yellow sun on it, green shorts, and brown high tops. she has short brown hair and a prominent burn scar on her jaw. he is looking towards the viewer very mischievously.
Five characters in a lineup. From left to right: Akyra, with long brown hair, pale skin, snakebite piercings, and casual clothes all in earthy browns, is a she/they nonbinary lesbian; Aufeis, with disconcertingly pale skin, short ashy blonde hair and blue formalwear, is an it/its agender lesbian pup; Naled, who looks the exact same as Aufeis and wears the same suit as Aufeis (but is noticeably taller and also wearing a dark blue chest harness), is a they/she nonbinary lesbian pup (they also have a lot of scars and a bionic eye); Nadir, with locs tied up in an undercut and wearing dark grey/purple streetwear, as well as carrying a rucksack and knife, is a Black they/them nonbinary bisexual; and Sol, with a tied-back mohawk, goofy smile, khaki shorts and jacket, and wielding a bolt-action rifle with a variety of notches cut into the stock, is a she/they transgender nonbinary lesbian.
portraits of andi and frankie from Knights of Guinevere. frankie, who has curling brown hair and a backwards baseball cap, looks to the left with a crooked smile, whilst andi, with dark hair and tanned skin, faces towards the right with a frown.
two characters stand next to each other. one is a tall, ash-blonde girl wearing a yellow tanktop (with text that reads GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS! CALL NOW ON 0-800-XXX in hot pink), green shorts, orange leggings, and orange/black hightops. her hair is tied back, and she's rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. the other is a shorter person with short, dark brown hair, and all-black clothing; a turtleneck, charcoal slacks, dark shoes, black apron, and black latex gloves. they are smirking confidently upwards towards the blonde girl as it snaps its gloves on. text beside the blonde girl reads 'HARLEY VALENTINE; she/they transfem butch lesbian switchy-verse masochist who loves to get her ass kicked (desperately shy when it comes to her kinks; oh god someone please save her from herself)', and the text besides the short person reads 'NEMESIS GORE; it/she nonbinary butch lesbian switchy-dominant sadist who loves to kick asses (the it/its part of its personality comes from, quote, 'not being a person but a complusion that moves through me')'. below them both, text reads 'your honour they don't know it yet but they're in love'.
A portrait of the artist. They have a white, round face with a pink blush, a brown mullet with bleach blonde parts left over, green square glasses and a beige hat that reads 'JUST A SILLY LIL GUY'. They are smiling and holding up a peace sign. The background is pink with green and yellow stripes.
a short-haired, masculine butch stares to the left in profile. She has a burn scar across her lower ear and jawline. Across the back of her scalp, she has a tattoo of two intertwined snakes wrapped in barbed wire. The same image in better resolution fills the rest of the picture. The text reads 'PRINCE OF SERPENTS | laurel of snakes + barbed wire'.
The Lone Wanderer from Fallout 3 looks tearfully over their shoulder as they leave Vault 101. They wear a Vault 101 varsity jacket, and carry a bloodied baseball bat and bag. The light from the open gear-shaped Vault door halos their head in yellow.