Just Some More Landscape Paining.

Oh, lonely star. Tell me why are so so far?

"Rumor has it, if you go out past the Badlands, farther than the Waists, out into the Endless Flat that you can still find them. Those old ruins, fragments of the old war, back when the rains came. Now, there just Monuments to ruin, to the forgotten, and to all those fools who try & find them."

Don't you just hate it when the train is late? or the fact that the train itself gawks at all the female passengers when it does finally show up?

Some spicy fanart of TheLoadingCrew's character "Watersword" from The Complete Waifu Handbook.

"The mistress will be right down, Can I get you something to eat, some tea perhaps." The butler asked as I sat of the vintage couch, trying not to shiver. The furniture being a mish match of styles didn't quiet fit the ascetic of the mansion, then again nothing from the modern era really does.

"No," I say & take out the thermal flask, the cheep tea bag giving it a vagally fruity flavor clamming to be 'Orange Blossom'

"You realize that you don't need to do that," the butler said, dusting another corner of missed matched candle holder "it doesn't work that way with me."

"I'd rather not take the chance." I snipped back, what I learned is that you always need to go back to the original mythology of a creature to know there true abilities, at least to the older ones. Guess what, its all mental. If your a new one then yes, you get the whole package, but I was dealing with a 200 year old vamp & a Fae.

Huffing the browny turned to me and stated with a rather un ingenuity deminer and flatly stating "I am a Browny, a house cleaning spirit, one that is the unseen helper. One that is forced to leave if insulted by the homeowner, That being Lady Matilda good sir. I have no reason or means to harm you."

"Yah, but old Lovecraft took the name eldritch from the old word for Fae" I shoot back, leaning forward to look at them but not into there eyes. "I'm not gong to take chances. I've read the Brothers"

"I'm sure you have', just like how everyone in the modern age has read Homer, or Marks, or Tolkien." they show back, not bothering to look at me as they continued there work by the fireplace.

Sighing I relaxed and mumbled "I'm a F-ing HVAC tech, and got dragged into a world of Magic mumbo jumbo, how the heck am I suppose to react?"

Pausing the butler tilted there head in thought, then said "Like with any other client, respect. You, unlike your fellow craftsmen, do not seek to swindle your clients. You do good work, and are willing to do overtime in order to get the work done right, and not just done."

Taking another sip of my thermos I asked "And her?" I asked my eyes drifting to the stairs, both of knowing the meaning of the subject.

"She has always been well adjusted, but too… naïve" they hesitated, speaking of the home's owner in such a way. "It is why she was turned in the first place, too trusting… And what got her trapped in the first place."

We were going to continue but the intentional creaking of the upstairs door, one that they paid good money for, alerted us to the owner of the house.

"Ah, Matt, so how is everything? Did you figure out what happened to the System, it only twenty years old." The mistress of the house asked, she stiped down to the Victorian equivalent of skimpy wear, a fan in her hand as she tried to bear the overheated (to her) house.

"Not god" I said pulling out my phone & showing her pictures of the Compressor completely blackened "The thing was way to small when it was put in.. Because it was never meant for running all the time, or at such a low temperature, meant only during the height of summer." I didn't know what she expected, the place wasn't supposed to be at a balmy 40 degrease "The system is going to need to be torn out & replaced, your going to have to get something larger, probably a 4 ton. And you need a dehumidifier"

"De-humidifier?" She asked, not familiar with that word

"It takes ingenuity out of the air, so you don't get water condensing off your walls. Dry and Cold instead of Wet and Damp." I stated back "I like the walls drippings," She said "I reminds me of home"

"I's also destroying your house, there pools of water where there shouldn't be, and its warping the wood… I wouldn't be surprised if there's a lot of mold in the walls as well." I said

"That's what a Undead Vampire's home should be" She stated, not getting why I would want to get rid of it..

Sighing I rubbed the bridge of my nose, the supernatural had a.. Interesting taste in dwellings, but they were a lot more accommodating than most people. "Stuff isn't built like it use to be, if this keeps up y'all have to gut the house & re do it in half a year, and it would only last ten after that."

Eyeing me she sighed & walked over to the cabinet pulling out the check, Mumbling i herd her say "What happened with Human ingenuity to make an item last past your death?"

Taking the check in hand I said "Consumerism & short term memories. No one what's seeming good but expensive, they want something cheep that they can throw away. So we can start Sunday, it going to be…."

A Idea that came to mind while reading vampire folklore & Tumbler head-cannon posts, Vampire are usually obsessive, be that at people or things. And we have the trope of them twisting things into grotesque version of there previous interests, such as using blood to paint or twisting human bodies into monstrous statues. What happens to vampire who have more mundane interests/hobbies? What happens when a thousand year old vampire obsessed with candle making do? (Well besides start using a multitude of human bodies as the bace for the candles), Would they do shit like taking ten years to mold & carve a decretive candle in the shape of hyperrealist animal only to toss it into a pile of other previous attempts at a slight flaw?

And that is assuming there hobby is creative, what if the fang barer had something like physical exercise? "Ok, I have my jog around Europe all planed out, It will take three months, ill get back just in time to start laundry, have a quick snack before Elizbeth show's up". I know that they cant cross running water & the sea has a lot of salt so they cant exactly do a "Swimming across the English channel" but between the tips of South America & Africa, but still what sort of cray shit would they get up to?

Then again on the other side, how lazy & bad can they get. The 'I can do it later' mentality but when you have a near endless immoral life you can put stuff off for decades. Imagen trying to get the money for a commission you started in the early 1800's only to find that the entire bloodline is dead, and having to track down any connection, and the only living blood descendent is some HVAC technician living out in nowhere Ohio who knows nothing of his family history other than he was adopted & now has to try and convenes this Vampire that 1)he doesn't want it. 2) cant afford it, and 3) has no room for it in his shack of a house.

Some more ProtonJon related stuff, this time as obscure Pokemon characters. Lucahjin dressed as Hayley from My Pokemon Ranch, and RosaJon as Anna from Pokemon Battle Revolution.

More Watercolor/Painted TTRPG Items, this time a Djinn’s Lamp...

"Despite what many would think, a Djinn's home is a sacred thing. The Rings of a Ruler, the Swords of the Generals, and yes even the Oil Lamps of the common. But be wared that some are better left not being let out, for the Ifrit only seeks revenge."

Sorry for not uploading for a few days but life got in the way, but I'm back with some more fan-art. This time inspired by Worm fan-fictions.

 First Cygnus Wing, with a twist. I read a Worm/MMSF AU snippet by a author going by Dis Lexic (Outsider Vault chapter 95 over on FanFiction.net if you were curious), I wondered who Taylor would partnered with, as she has a lot of similarity to Tom Dubius i gave her Cygnus. 

Second is “ Core Coding" over on SpaceBattles.com , I'm sad it gets infrequent updates but writing is not easy.

My Persona 5 persona OC - Geronimo

I originally drew the sketch when Persona 5 came out and Persona 5 Royal got me to do the Digital color.

I was less informed when I asked that question, and have learned several other things so should have worded by question better.

One is that she was able to power up by ringing the 'Mexican Liberty Bell'/El Grito de Independencia that one time, So I assume that as long as it is bell shaped, could be rung, and being believe it to be a symbol of freedom it could be a viable 'power up' for her.

Also she did get the ability to admit ultra sonic waves, but we still don't know if that is from the Liberty Bell being struck by lighting again, or a side effect of Barron Blitzkrieg trying to steal her powers.

Until proven otherwise I will assume that any culturally important artifact can and will bestow powers given some circumstance....

This is to Uncle Sam, if he is still taking questions. Liberty Belle got her powers from the actual liberty bell & 'powers up' when the bell is struck, are there any other Colonial American historical items that are used as magical conduits? And is she technically channeling you when she used her powers?

US: How fitting considering what we just talked about. Me: This question will come out on the next day, but yes. US: Libby Lawrence was a wonderful woman, I should say. That woman's righteous indignation for the sake of others could burn white hot. I have seen her give enemies and politicians alike a look that could melt through a bank vault. Me: She is on record as the only woman who could get Johnny Quick to shut his trap US: Sometimes with blunt trauma to the head, but yes. Me: So to reiterate? US: Ah, yes, so we talked 'yesterday', only about 10 minutes for us, about Betsy Ross and Molly Pitcher, two young ladies who acted as sidekicks for Ms America in the late 40s Me: And the spool of thread taken from the historical Betsy Ross and the pitcher from the 'historical' Molly Pritcher that they used to gain superhuman abilities. US: Right, perfect example right there. Me: And the other question? US: No, so much as both her abilities and mine are both outgrowth of the same root. I keep explaining to folks that I'm not the SOURCE of the American spirit, they are. That being the American public at large. Me: I'll admit, the source of Lawrence's abilities have always been something that baffled my field since there really is no physical explanation for any of it. US: I hate to just shrug and say "magic" because I don't think of what I do or what I am as particularly arcane but that's about the best way to sum it up.