• It's technically to ward off evil and disease, but as there are snakes, I felt like it could fit a Halloween theme. Yel is wearing a traditional naga raksha mask, with a few modifications to fit a more chibi style, like the eyes having eyelashes (not traditional).
    It's technically to ward off evil and disease, but as there are snakes, I felt like it could fit a Halloween theme. Yel is wearing a traditional naga raksha mask, with a few modifications to fit a more chibi style, like the eyes having eyelashes (not traditional).
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  • Sketch for Melody who didn't have a face.

    She usually wears a mask, but it seems someone stumbled upon her without it by accident :b
    Sketch for Melody who didn't have a face. She usually wears a mask, but it seems someone stumbled upon her without it by accident :b
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  • Raavi's childhood was decent, despite been raised in an orphanage that made little to no money on the edges of Waterdeep. He grew up hungry, but relatively happy. He made friends at a young age and was quite popular with the other kids who were fascinated with his horns and stark hair colour. After a few years, Raavi and his friends began to mingle with more people outside of the orphanage now that they were old enough. He would often be picked on for the same things that made him popular as a child, and his friends turned on him, not wanting to receive the same hate for being friends with him. Hurt and confused, Raavi turned to petty criminal activity to prove he was better at life than them, and in the hope he would steal enough to get away from this place.

    After a few years of this, now being around 16, he was taken notice by a man around the same age as him, who introduced himself as Maxa. Raavi was hesitant at first but quickly finding himself comfortable around him, and soon fell for him. Maxa was well dressed, seemed like he was well fed, too; and when Raavi would express his distaste for the orphanage, Maxa asked if he would like to come with him, to work with a group of powerful, wealthy people; where Raavi could hone his skills and leave the orphanage.

    He and Maxa's relationship growing stronger as they aged, their trust and bond deepening and it wasn't long before they both were deeply in love. They would often sneak out at night, making their way to different rooftops to look at the stars and fantasize about their future. The two of them unaware of the fate that awaited them.

    Having grown into a man now, aged 21, Raavi was allowed some more freedoms given he had finished his training; and would often walk around the city. What he would see, now that he was old enough to understand was twisted and almost evil. corruption everywhere. Homeless people begging for food while nobles would scoff at them as they pass by, knowing they would go home to be welcomed with a filling meal.

    He would bring this up to his superiors but they would brush him off, scoffing at him just like the nobles to the homeless. "Those people couldn't afford our help if we gave it away for free!" he was told. Ordered to ignore it, but he couldn't. He spoke to Maxa, who was hard to convince, basically raised by the Zhentarim, indoctrinated into their ways, blind to the fact that they weren't helping those who were really in need, until Raavi opened his eyes. Over the next few months the two of them planned an escape. They didn't now much about other Zhentarim facilities but this one had deadly consequences for those who wanted to leave. They finally made their move, timing everything perfectly, however, some of the soldiers they trained with had found their plans and took it upon themselves to kill Raavi and Maxa themselves, trying to show off to the higher ups.

    The battle was brutal, Raavi suffered many attacks, as well as being cruelly scared by the leader of these brutes, changing how he speaks, eats and drinks for the rest of his life. During the battle, Maxa was killed, sending Raavi into a rage, using every ounce of anger, pain, guilt and love for his partner to kill the remaining aggressors, not knowing that the leader survived his rage - barely. He carried Maxa's body away, burying it under a cherry tree.

    Raavi, unsure of how much time had passed, in physical and emotional agony, he wandered the streets of Waterdeep that night. He eventually stumbled onto the doorstep of his old orphanage. Memories flooding back, his body not being able to take another step having lost so much blood, he fell, hitting the ground.

    He had been found and taken in by the Harpers, an enemy faction of the Zhentarim. They held him at arms length but fed him well, and treated his wounds. Unfortunately there was not much they could do for his face, and he began wearing a mask to hide the painful reminder of his lovers death, eventually enchanting it to help others understand his speech.

    Once he was healed, and healthy, Raavi offered to repay his debt to the Harpers by joining their forces. He was able to give insight into the Zhentarim, and after a few years of keeping Raavi in their sights at all times, out of fear of him betraying them, he gained their trust. Raavi, now a member of the Harpers was being sent on his first important mission, after doing many smaller ones for them over his time with them. He has been sent to The Spine of the World to safeguard their settlements of Ten-Towns, while concealing his Harper affiliation. Credible threats to Ten-Towns include the Arcane Brotherhood and the Zhentarim. He was told to avoid Targos as it was believed to be controlled by his old organization, and to meet with his contact, a human named Beldora, who poses as a homeless woman gathering information in Bryn Shander.
    Raavi's childhood was decent, despite been raised in an orphanage that made little to no money on the edges of Waterdeep. He grew up hungry, but relatively happy. He made friends at a young age and was quite popular with the other kids who were fascinated with his horns and stark hair colour. After a few years, Raavi and his friends began to mingle with more people outside of the orphanage now that they were old enough. He would often be picked on for the same things that made him popular as a child, and his friends turned on him, not wanting to receive the same hate for being friends with him. Hurt and confused, Raavi turned to petty criminal activity to prove he was better at life than them, and in the hope he would steal enough to get away from this place. After a few years of this, now being around 16, he was taken notice by a man around the same age as him, who introduced himself as Maxa. Raavi was hesitant at first but quickly finding himself comfortable around him, and soon fell for him. Maxa was well dressed, seemed like he was well fed, too; and when Raavi would express his distaste for the orphanage, Maxa asked if he would like to come with him, to work with a group of powerful, wealthy people; where Raavi could hone his skills and leave the orphanage. He and Maxa's relationship growing stronger as they aged, their trust and bond deepening and it wasn't long before they both were deeply in love. They would often sneak out at night, making their way to different rooftops to look at the stars and fantasize about their future. The two of them unaware of the fate that awaited them. Having grown into a man now, aged 21, Raavi was allowed some more freedoms given he had finished his training; and would often walk around the city. What he would see, now that he was old enough to understand was twisted and almost evil. corruption everywhere. Homeless people begging for food while nobles would scoff at them as they pass by, knowing they would go home to be welcomed with a filling meal. He would bring this up to his superiors but they would brush him off, scoffing at him just like the nobles to the homeless. "Those people couldn't afford our help if we gave it away for free!" he was told. Ordered to ignore it, but he couldn't. He spoke to Maxa, who was hard to convince, basically raised by the Zhentarim, indoctrinated into their ways, blind to the fact that they weren't helping those who were really in need, until Raavi opened his eyes. Over the next few months the two of them planned an escape. They didn't now much about other Zhentarim facilities but this one had deadly consequences for those who wanted to leave. They finally made their move, timing everything perfectly, however, some of the soldiers they trained with had found their plans and took it upon themselves to kill Raavi and Maxa themselves, trying to show off to the higher ups. The battle was brutal, Raavi suffered many attacks, as well as being cruelly scared by the leader of these brutes, changing how he speaks, eats and drinks for the rest of his life. During the battle, Maxa was killed, sending Raavi into a rage, using every ounce of anger, pain, guilt and love for his partner to kill the remaining aggressors, not knowing that the leader survived his rage - barely. He carried Maxa's body away, burying it under a cherry tree. Raavi, unsure of how much time had passed, in physical and emotional agony, he wandered the streets of Waterdeep that night. He eventually stumbled onto the doorstep of his old orphanage. Memories flooding back, his body not being able to take another step having lost so much blood, he fell, hitting the ground. He had been found and taken in by the Harpers, an enemy faction of the Zhentarim. They held him at arms length but fed him well, and treated his wounds. Unfortunately there was not much they could do for his face, and he began wearing a mask to hide the painful reminder of his lovers death, eventually enchanting it to help others understand his speech. Once he was healed, and healthy, Raavi offered to repay his debt to the Harpers by joining their forces. He was able to give insight into the Zhentarim, and after a few years of keeping Raavi in their sights at all times, out of fear of him betraying them, he gained their trust. Raavi, now a member of the Harpers was being sent on his first important mission, after doing many smaller ones for them over his time with them. He has been sent to The Spine of the World to safeguard their settlements of Ten-Towns, while concealing his Harper affiliation. Credible threats to Ten-Towns include the Arcane Brotherhood and the Zhentarim. He was told to avoid Targos as it was believed to be controlled by his old organization, and to meet with his contact, a human named Beldora, who poses as a homeless woman gathering information in Bryn Shander.
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  • The short story below is correlated with the image above.:

    "My name is Catherine. I was born with a weak immune system. So weak that if I end up catching something, I could die. It's a curse I'm permanently bound to. Before I could go to school, I had to go to the doctor with my parents to prepare for interacting with other kids. I was recommended to wear a mask the whole day and could not take it off. Every school year, the other kids looked at me funny. Some spread rumors about me. Some even tried to take my mask off. The moment they tried, they ended up on the ground, covering their own face. I got mixed reactions from my teachers when this happened. Some didn't care and some reprimanded me. One time when a teacher punished me for not taking my mask off when answering her question, I told my parents and I cannot tell you how small that teacher looked when my parents yelled at them for putting my life at risk. I barely had friends. Not many people were understanding of my predicament and would sometimes ridicule me for wearing my mask.
    Finding a job was tough. I wanted to pursue a career in fashion design, but my interviews did not go well. They either thought my mask was unnecessary, unappealing, or had trouble understanding me, even though I did my best to make my voice clear enough. I ended up getting an office job that thankfully didn't require me to speak too much. However, that didn't go well after being poked and prodded about my mask by my coworkers. While some were understanding, others thought I was full of **** and ridiculed me for it. I ended up quitting when the ridicule took a toll on my mental health and made me feel ashamed to wear this mask, even though I needed it to live.
    As the years go by, it got worse for me. I was harassed everywhere I went with my mask by men, women, even teens. I could count on two hands the attempts to rip my mask off by random strangers. Sometimes they got knocked out by either me or someone else, sometimes the police were called. Fortunately, I was never arrested, but I was ready to lose my mind. My parents recommended I ignore the assholes, and I lost it on them, blaming them for my condition. I may have stepped too far with that, but ignoring doesn't always fix the problem.
    My patience was disappearing, and my tolerance for other people was gone. I hated humanity. Humanity to me was an unavoidable disease that was putting me at risk. I had nothing but a desire to be free from that encroaching disease, finally take this wretched mask off, and smile for the first time in decades. But then, nobody will ever see my smile, except for me. It'll be like how it has always been. A cruel fate was handed to me, and my only escape is death. Ironic how much I want to escape, yet I want to live. What cold mortality."

    I don't have any plans with this character, but I feel like sharing.
    The short story below is correlated with the image above.: "My name is Catherine. I was born with a weak immune system. So weak that if I end up catching something, I could die. It's a curse I'm permanently bound to. Before I could go to school, I had to go to the doctor with my parents to prepare for interacting with other kids. I was recommended to wear a mask the whole day and could not take it off. Every school year, the other kids looked at me funny. Some spread rumors about me. Some even tried to take my mask off. The moment they tried, they ended up on the ground, covering their own face. I got mixed reactions from my teachers when this happened. Some didn't care and some reprimanded me. One time when a teacher punished me for not taking my mask off when answering her question, I told my parents and I cannot tell you how small that teacher looked when my parents yelled at them for putting my life at risk. I barely had friends. Not many people were understanding of my predicament and would sometimes ridicule me for wearing my mask. Finding a job was tough. I wanted to pursue a career in fashion design, but my interviews did not go well. They either thought my mask was unnecessary, unappealing, or had trouble understanding me, even though I did my best to make my voice clear enough. I ended up getting an office job that thankfully didn't require me to speak too much. However, that didn't go well after being poked and prodded about my mask by my coworkers. While some were understanding, others thought I was full of shit and ridiculed me for it. I ended up quitting when the ridicule took a toll on my mental health and made me feel ashamed to wear this mask, even though I needed it to live. As the years go by, it got worse for me. I was harassed everywhere I went with my mask by men, women, even teens. I could count on two hands the attempts to rip my mask off by random strangers. Sometimes they got knocked out by either me or someone else, sometimes the police were called. Fortunately, I was never arrested, but I was ready to lose my mind. My parents recommended I ignore the assholes, and I lost it on them, blaming them for my condition. I may have stepped too far with that, but ignoring doesn't always fix the problem. My patience was disappearing, and my tolerance for other people was gone. I hated humanity. Humanity to me was an unavoidable disease that was putting me at risk. I had nothing but a desire to be free from that encroaching disease, finally take this wretched mask off, and smile for the first time in decades. But then, nobody will ever see my smile, except for me. It'll be like how it has always been. A cruel fate was handed to me, and my only escape is death. Ironic how much I want to escape, yet I want to live. What cold mortality." I don't have any plans with this character, but I feel like sharing.
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  • Just a sheet depicting some of their weirder quirks. I honestly have a lot of info about this stuff rattling around in my head and usually I just never get to actually put it out there. Most of it is related to what they do to be presentable to other creatures despite being a weird slime monster because something something clumsy masking metaphor.

    The little bit at the end with Ky talking about cyanide is actually the result of me thinking of the bottom right diagram, realizing I didn't know how cyanide poisoning worked, and having to look it up only to find, yeah, it actually effects organisms on a cellular level, disrupting their ability to use oxygen. Considering Ollie is nothing if not loose conglomeration of highly adaptable, multi-purpose cells controlled by an intelligence distributed all throughout that mass, they are indeed, probably not immune to cyanide.

    (Don't worry, they're fine, they probably did make Ky help them yank the apple back out, much to her chagrin.)
    Just a sheet depicting some of their weirder quirks. I honestly have a lot of info about this stuff rattling around in my head and usually I just never get to actually put it out there. Most of it is related to what they do to be presentable to other creatures despite being a weird slime monster because something something clumsy masking metaphor. The little bit at the end with Ky talking about cyanide is actually the result of me thinking of the bottom right diagram, realizing I didn't know how cyanide poisoning worked, and having to look it up only to find, yeah, it actually effects organisms on a cellular level, disrupting their ability to use oxygen. Considering Ollie is nothing if not loose conglomeration of highly adaptable, multi-purpose cells controlled by an intelligence distributed all throughout that mass, they are indeed, probably not immune to cyanide. (Don't worry, they're fine, they probably did make Ky help them yank the apple back out, much to her chagrin.)
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  • Hypothetical Majora’s Mask sequel. A teenaged Link returns to Termina, determined to face his past trauma. He discovers a country wrought with paranoia and terrorized by a strange cult.
    Hypothetical Majora’s Mask sequel. A teenaged Link returns to Termina, determined to face his past trauma. He discovers a country wrought with paranoia and terrorized by a strange cult.
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  • So, meet Irena Nikova, Aquarius Saint from 300 years ago and one of my _Saint Seiya_ OCs. She was born in Russia between two Holy Wars, but that didn't mean Earth was at peace. In a time when there was always little information about the enemy and attacks could come from gods from different mythologies, Irena stood up because of her creative uses of cosmos: she could shape ice and water into almost anything she wanted, be it a deffensive shield or a hundred spears to throw at the enemy. She wasn't the strongest physically, but her speed and flexibility made up for that. With time, some began to call her "the untouchable witch" because rarely was she injured in a fight.

    Irena had an apprentice, a young and ambitious boy who craved to be the strongest of all saints in history. One night after a specially hard day of training, an evil spirit found its way into the Sanctuary and persuaded this apprentice to kill his master, and so he did. He stabbed her several times, and right before she died he also cut her face to ruin her fame of "untouchable". But that wasn't the end for Irena. Hades has resurrected her from time to time as a mercenary, paying her with days instead of money: the more loyal she remains, the longer she stays alive. Her loyalty to Athena was pretty much destroyed after telling her the Sanctuary didn't catch her murderer anyway; now, her faith has been replaced with resentment and the only thing she wishes for is to recover the time her apprentice stole from her. And maybe deep down she might be looking for a reason to believe in Athena again, but being the cynical little piece of **** she is, she would never admit that.

    So, about the reference:

    a) Front view, training clothes. There were no bras when she was born, so she got used to binding her chest as a way to "hold it in place".

    b) Back view. Loooong silver hair.

    c) Detail of the head. Slightly hooky nose and sharp features. The injure on her face, now scarred, damaged some of her facial muscles. This means she can no longer smile with the right side of her mouth or rise the left eyebrow. This unfortunate because she was always quite expressive for an Aquarius Saint.

    d) Detail of the scars in her body. She only has those and the one in her face.

    e) How she usually wears the surplice. She always liked looking elegant (?). Also, no mask. NO MASK I SAID. NEVER. I didn't bother to colour this one because there are enough pictures of the Aquarius surplice out there, use Google Images xD

    f) Colors used.
    So, meet Irena Nikova, Aquarius Saint from 300 years ago and one of my _Saint Seiya_ OCs. She was born in Russia between two Holy Wars, but that didn't mean Earth was at peace. In a time when there was always little information about the enemy and attacks could come from gods from different mythologies, Irena stood up because of her creative uses of cosmos: she could shape ice and water into almost anything she wanted, be it a deffensive shield or a hundred spears to throw at the enemy. She wasn't the strongest physically, but her speed and flexibility made up for that. With time, some began to call her "the untouchable witch" because rarely was she injured in a fight. Irena had an apprentice, a young and ambitious boy who craved to be the strongest of all saints in history. One night after a specially hard day of training, an evil spirit found its way into the Sanctuary and persuaded this apprentice to kill his master, and so he did. He stabbed her several times, and right before she died he also cut her face to ruin her fame of "untouchable". But that wasn't the end for Irena. Hades has resurrected her from time to time as a mercenary, paying her with days instead of money: the more loyal she remains, the longer she stays alive. Her loyalty to Athena was pretty much destroyed after telling her the Sanctuary didn't catch her murderer anyway; now, her faith has been replaced with resentment and the only thing she wishes for is to recover the time her apprentice stole from her. And maybe deep down she might be looking for a reason to believe in Athena again, but being the cynical little piece of shit she is, she would never admit that. So, about the reference: a) Front view, training clothes. There were no bras when she was born, so she got used to binding her chest as a way to "hold it in place". b) Back view. Loooong silver hair. c) Detail of the head. Slightly hooky nose and sharp features. The injure on her face, now scarred, damaged some of her facial muscles. This means she can no longer smile with the right side of her mouth or rise the left eyebrow. This unfortunate because she was always quite expressive for an Aquarius Saint. d) Detail of the scars in her body. She only has those and the one in her face. e) How she usually wears the surplice. She always liked looking elegant (?). Also, no mask. NO MASK I SAID. NEVER. I didn't bother to colour this one because there are enough pictures of the Aquarius surplice out there, use Google Images xD f) Colors used.
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  • very basic ref sheet of my skyrim oc, sedrvas velhen, although i'm already thinking about making him a new one, my style has changed drastically since drawing this. i love him so much, i've spent more time developing his character than any other elder scrolls oc i've had. if you're interested you can read about him on his [toyhouse page](https://toyhou.se/12357273.sedrvas)!

    i have more refs, two of his dragon priest mask and one of his pp,,

    https://www.patreon.com/hostile_elf
    very basic ref sheet of my skyrim oc, sedrvas velhen, although i'm already thinking about making him a new one, my style has changed drastically since drawing this. i love him so much, i've spent more time developing his character than any other elder scrolls oc i've had. if you're interested you can read about him on his [toyhouse page](https://toyhou.se/12357273.sedrvas)! i have more refs, two of his dragon priest mask and one of his pp,, https://www.patreon.com/hostile_elf
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  • If you want to see the full image its on my Patreon...trust me I hate doing these watermarks like hell but these ai freaks are ruining my day as of late.

    He is the one named Tuxedo Might...or Tuxedo Toshi!

    It's All Might aka Toshinori's Birthday! And um, so funny story, I worked on this like 4 years ago I think, it's somewhere on my patreon. I worked on and off again on this, due to reasons of BLEEEEHHH.

    Before anyone asks no I can't remember why I decided to draw him like this, I don't remember I think I just wanted to draw a silly funny ha ha I assume. Who know! please enjoy Toshinori dressed like Tuxedo mask...and yes I did use the classic pastel look from the 90s anime for the background, I had to man its the best aesthetic some times.

    Also Sailor Moon Cosmos just came out...did sick cat 4 years ago have prophecy powers or something when sick with the flue? EH Cross over art
    If you want to see the full image its on my Patreon...trust me I hate doing these watermarks like hell but these ai freaks are ruining my day as of late. He is the one named Tuxedo Might...or Tuxedo Toshi! It's All Might aka Toshinori's Birthday! And um, so funny story, I worked on this like 4 years ago I think, it's somewhere on my patreon. I worked on and off again on this, due to reasons of BLEEEEHHH. Before anyone asks no I can't remember why I decided to draw him like this, I don't remember I think I just wanted to draw a silly funny ha ha I assume. Who know! please enjoy Toshinori dressed like Tuxedo mask...and yes I did use the classic pastel look from the 90s anime for the background, I had to man its the best aesthetic some times. Also Sailor Moon Cosmos just came out...did sick cat 4 years ago have prophecy powers or something when sick with the flue? EH Cross over art
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  • Fact: Two of the masks that were used to create the Klowns in Killer Klowns from Outer Space were repurposed and used to portray the trolls of Ernest Scared Stupid.

    I'm absolutely in LOVE with this squid-like model! Lots of love to SquidorabL.

    Celebrate the third anniversary of the Slasher Hugs YCH with your very own here: ko-fi.com/peachyfren/commissions
    Fact: Two of the masks that were used to create the Klowns in Killer Klowns from Outer Space were repurposed and used to portray the trolls of Ernest Scared Stupid. I'm absolutely in LOVE with this squid-like model! Lots of love to SquidorabL. Celebrate the third anniversary of the Slasher Hugs YCH with your very own here: ko-fi.com/peachyfren/commissions
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  • Hand-shaped leather axolotl mask I made a while back. I'd like to make more masks like this, if I can find the time.

    Available here: https://ko-fi.com/s/7c170e302e

    [ID: A mask of leather shaped like an axolotl with a white face and pink gills. /ID]
    Hand-shaped leather axolotl mask I made a while back. I'd like to make more masks like this, if I can find the time. Available here: https://ko-fi.com/s/7c170e302e [ID: A mask of leather shaped like an axolotl with a white face and pink gills. /ID]
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