Sketchcraft - Rob Duenas

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Close‑up of Rat City Spawn’s helmet, all jagged metal and sharp edges, glowing with neon pinks, yellows, and greens. His white eyes cut through the page like he’s ready to raise hell and keep the Spawn‑point locked.

Rat City Spawn lunges forward mid‑swing, jagged armor and spiked dragon‑head fists bursting off the page. His red cape whips behind him over a neon green glow, ready to raise hell and Spawn‑kick anyone in his way.

Closeups!

Jagged, armored Rat City Spawn stands wide‑legged, dragon‑head fists up and cape whipping sideways. Neon greens and reds make him look ready to raise hell and really get things Spawn‑ning.

Close‑up of Rat City Spawn’s helmeted head, all sharp angles and glowing white eyes, framed by a flaring red cape and neon yellow light. Looks ready to raise hell and keep the city Spawn‑ning all night.

Rat City Spawn dives forward in a crouched, mid‑air pose, jagged armor and dragon‑head gauntlets flaring. His massive red cape whips in an arc over neon green light, like he’s ready to raise hell and Spawn a street‑level beatdown.

Rat City Spawn stands tall in a wide hero stance, jagged armor gleaming and dragon‑head fists raised like trophies. His red cape flares against a neon green backdrop, ready to raise hell and keep the city Spawn‑der control.

Closeups!

A sketchbook page bursting with neon-colored Rat City Spawn drawings, five main poses and one big close‑up of his helmeted head. The character is a jagged, armored version of Spawn, with sharp shoulders, heavy boots, and a long, flowing cape that whips around like it has its own personality. The sketches are done in layers of bright red, pink, yellow, green, blue, and black, making the page feel alive with energy. In the top left, Spawn stands tall, arms slightly out, with his cape sweeping wide behind him. Top right shows him leaping forward, cape arcing overhead, looking ready to slam into a fight. Center left has him holding two spiked, dragon‑head gauntlets up in a triumphant pose. Bottom right is a dynamic mid‑swing attack, his body twisted with motion, claws and cape flaring. The bottom left is a massive close‑up of his helmet, angular, glowing, and full of attitude. The whole page feels like a 90s comic book fever dream, pure feral energy, all scribbled lines and glowing colors, as if Spawn himself crawled out of Rat City and onto the paper.

Rat City Spawn warm‑ups! 🐀👹 Cracked the sketchbook and let the shapes go full necroplasm, chunky armor, jagged cape, all attitude. Some poses might evolve, others stay as feral warm‑ups, but it all ends hand‑drawn, fully colored, and ready to raise hell… or at least Spawn a little trouble.

One of the most infuriating little things about playing games in 2025: When the quality-of-life update fixes that one problem right after you finish a game Patient gamers have got the right idea.

Are we seriously doing this again? @pcgamer.com I’d love it if you didn’t print false things. 1) The game saved mid-run at launch (between levels, granted with bad UI feedback), 2) I didn’t change my mind about the design, 3) I left Ironwood over a year ago, … www.pcgamer.com/games/when-t...

Three‑panel breakdown of a city build‑up. First panel: nothing but raw, chunky block shapes stacked in perspective, like a kid went wild with toy bricks. Pink boxes and black outlines lean and overlap, hinting at towers, rooftops, and alleyways before anything real exists. Second panel: the city comes alive in full color, purple towers, gold roofs, little green patches, windows and details popping everywhere. It’s still the same blocky foundation, but now it feels like a breathing, lived‑in skyline. Third panel: tight black‑and‑white inks finish the job. Every box now screams “building,” with bold linework, packed windows, and rooftops layered like a comic book splash page. The pile of simple shapes has fully transformed into a dense urban sprawl, like a lost page out of a 90s comic book.

Here’s your reminder, kids: every chunky castle in the sky starts with a box. Stack enough shoeboxes, bend the rules a little, and bam, you’re building a whole city. Master the simple shapes first, and you can build anything. Cities. Castles. Your own personal skyline.

A sketchbook page packed with Ghost Rider doodles, all spiky armor and flaming hair, jumping, swinging maces, and looking ready to rumble. Bright orange marker blocks make him pop like he’s leaping out of a Saturday morning fever dream.

A stubby, squat Ghost Rider stomping forward like a fiery gremlin of vengeance. Flames lick off his skull helmet, fists clenched, spikes everywhere, looking like he wants your lunch money.

Ghost Rider mid‑air, teeth bared, mace swinging like he’s about to ruin somebody’s Tuesday. Spiky boots, flaming head, and jagged orange highlights cranked to eleven.

Leaping Ghost Rider, twin flails spinning like he’s auditioning for a medieval metal album cover. His flaming hair swirls around a bright orange backdrop like a screaming exclamation point.

Ghost Rider’s been burnin’ donuts all over my sketchbook today.🔥💀 Cranking commissions, cooking up more spiky goodness, and I’ve got a stack of stuff I can’t wait to throw at your eyeballs soon. Stay tuned, the scribble train ain’t slowing down...

Lol I used to play the sit down cab at the ol' Black Angus in the late 80s early 90s. Then came Bust-A-Move. These guys really could jump genres

Love these two guys. Timeless designs.

Appreciated Thomas!! 🙏🙌

A chunky, armored Batman stands front and center against a fiery orange sky, gripping a jagged axe-staff. The scribbly, chaotic style pops with neon blues, purples, and splashes of turquoise over his spiky armor. He looks like he ate Gotham and asked for seconds.

Close-up of Chonky Batman’s upper body, his spiky shoulders, glowing chest plate, and scowling mask explode against an orange watercolor sky. Neon scribbles and splatters give him big “I’m the problem” energy.

Absolute Bat Chonk incoming! 🦇💥 — flat pose, max scribbles, like he ate three Robins for breakfast and washed ’em down with a gallon of justice. I went full watercolor sky, Poscas, and colored pencil chaos. He just stands there like, “Yeah. I’m the problem".

An 11x14 mixed-media Peter Pan scribbly, bursting with comic-mag energy. Peter’s frozen mid-leap, arms wide, like he just cannonballed out of the page. Behind him, a hand-drawn treasure map curls at the edges—Skull Island broods in the distance, a pirate ship cuts through choppy teal waves, and a rainbow arcs in like it’s crashing the scene. The background is stacked with layered greens, ocean blues, and gold highlights, all scribbled and scuffed in that loose, high-energy style that makes the whole piece feel alive and in motion.

An 11x14 mixed-media Peter Pan scribbly, bursting with comic-mag energy. Peter’s frozen mid-leap, arms wide, like he just cannonballed out of the page. Behind him, a hand-drawn treasure map curls at the edges—Skull Island broods in the distance, a pirate ship cuts through choppy teal waves, and a rainbow arcs in like it’s crashing the scene. The background is stacked with layered greens, ocean blues, and gold highlights, all scribbled and scuffed in that loose, high-energy style that makes the whole piece feel alive and in motion.

An 11x14 mixed-media Peter Pan scribbly, bursting with comic-mag energy. Peter’s frozen mid-leap, arms wide, like he just cannonballed out of the page. Behind him, a hand-drawn treasure map curls at the edges—Skull Island broods in the distance, a pirate ship cuts through choppy teal waves, and a rainbow arcs in like it’s crashing the scene. The background is stacked with layered greens, ocean blues, and gold highlights, all scribbled and scuffed in that loose, high-energy style that makes the whole piece feel alive and in motion.

An 11x14 mixed-media Peter Pan scribbly, bursting with comic-mag energy. Peter’s frozen mid-leap, arms wide, like he just cannonballed out of the page. Behind him, a hand-drawn treasure map curls at the edges—Skull Island broods in the distance, a pirate ship cuts through choppy teal waves, and a rainbow arcs in like it’s crashing the scene. The background is stacked with layered greens, ocean blues, and gold highlights, all scribbled and scuffed in that loose, high-energy style that makes the whole piece feel alive and in motion.

Just wrapped this 11x14 Peter Pan scribbly, and man, this one feels like a full-page splash out of some lost Neverland comic. Pan’s mid-leap, map tearing wide open behind him, Skull Island in the corner, pirate ship slicing through the waves, rainbow dropping in like it’s late to the party.

Peter Pan’s mid-air and mid-trouble, caught in that sweet spot between mischief and mayhem. Scribbly lines in hot pink and fire orange bring the kid to life, swinging a giant keyblade like he’s ready to unlock some skulls. In the backdrop, we’ve got a pirate ship, a spooky skull island, and all the Neverland vibes sketched out in cool blue. It’s still early days—just ink on paper so far, but the energy’s already off the charts. Tape’s down, markers are out, and next stop: color city.

Here’s the latest on the Peter Pan commission, inks are officially down! Took the digital sketch and laid it out on paper by hand. All traditional, all scribbly, all me. 😅

Pan’s flying & Tink’s right there stirring it up, & the background’s already setting the stage. Next step: color!

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Shelf full of PS5 games, but front and center is Berserk Boy—all neon punch and Saturday morning chaos. Box art shows a fierce anime-style hero mid-leap with lightning hair, surrounded by colorful villains and fireballs.

Yo! Had to snap a pic of this moment—Berserk Boy on the PS5 shelf! Big shoutout to my buddy Zu who made this whole thing real. I had the fun part, did the cover art and a bunch of in-game art, but Zu? He brought it all to life. From the animation to the final build. Proud of you, man.

Rough digital sketch of a wild, high-energy Peter Pan mid-leap, big hair, goggles, oversized boots, and a satchel full of attitude. Lines are still raw, with pink underdrawing showing through. Stylus in hand, locking in that scribbly flow on the tablet. Real punchy, real fun.

WIP shot of a Peter Pan commission I’m scribblin’ on. Still in the rough stage, but the lines are finding their rhythm. I’m leaning into that classic adventurer vibe, somewhere between lost boy mischief and street-punk flyer art. Next I’ll layer in the scribbly finish & let the color do the talking

Thanks Thomas! Hope your doing well bud!! 🙌👊

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A full-throttle blast of chaos and color featuring the Justice Gang—the “we’ve had enough of your crap” version of the Justice League straight from the Superman movie. Front and center: Guy Gardner, rockin’ that smug smirk, both power rings lit, summoning giant green hand constructs from the ground—including a middle finger aimed straight at the military-industrial complex. Yep, tanks flipping mid-air. Warheads? Toast. It’s Guy’s world, and we’re just catching strays. Behind him, floating cool as hell, is Mr. Terrific mid-calculation—fists glowing, jacket flying, clearly about to wreck someone’s whole worldview with math and magnets. Above him, Hawkgirl soars in, wings blazing gold, mace locked and loaded. She’s about to drop the hammer like a mythological WMD. The background swirls in cosmic energy—blue ripples, black voids, glowing chaos orbs—and the whole scene is exploding with comic book snack-level debris. Done in my Ruffy style, this piece is fast, raw, jagged—like a livewire sketch jam from Artist Alley. All linework, all color, all attitude. If Comic-Con had a backstage brawl between sketchbooks and caffeine, this would be the aftermath.

A full-throttle blast of chaos and color featuring the Justice Gang—the “we’ve had enough of your crap” version of the Justice League straight from the Superman movie. Front and center: Guy Gardner, rockin’ that smug smirk, both power rings lit, summoning giant green hand constructs from the ground—including a middle finger aimed straight at the military-industrial complex. Yep, tanks flipping mid-air. Warheads? Toast. It’s Guy’s world, and we’re just catching strays. Behind him, floating cool as hell, is Mr. Terrific mid-calculation—fists glowing, jacket flying, clearly about to wreck someone’s whole worldview with math and magnets. Above him, Hawkgirl soars in, wings blazing gold, mace locked and loaded. She’s about to drop the hammer like a mythological WMD. The background swirls in cosmic energy—blue ripples, black voids, glowing chaos orbs—and the whole scene is exploding with comic book snack-level debris. Done in my Ruffy style, this piece is fast, raw, jagged—like a livewire sketch jam from Artist Alley. All linework, all color, all attitude. If Comic-Con had a backstage brawl between sketchbooks and caffeine, this would be the aftermath.

A full-throttle blast of chaos and color featuring the Justice Gang—the “we’ve had enough of your crap” version of the Justice League straight from the Superman movie. Front and center: Guy Gardner, rockin’ that smug smirk, both power rings lit, summoning giant green hand constructs from the ground—including a middle finger aimed straight at the military-industrial complex. Yep, tanks flipping mid-air. Warheads? Toast. It’s Guy’s world, and we’re just catching strays. Behind him, floating cool as hell, is Mr. Terrific mid-calculation—fists glowing, jacket flying, clearly about to wreck someone’s whole worldview with math and magnets. Above him, Hawkgirl soars in, wings blazing gold, mace locked and loaded. She’s about to drop the hammer like a mythological WMD. The background swirls in cosmic energy—blue ripples, black voids, glowing chaos orbs—and the whole scene is exploding with comic book snack-level debris. Done in my Ruffy style, this piece is fast, raw, jagged—like a livewire sketch jam from Artist Alley. All linework, all color, all attitude. If Comic-Con had a backstage brawl between sketchbooks and caffeine, this would be the aftermath.

A full-throttle blast of chaos and color featuring the Justice Gang—the “we’ve had enough of your crap” version of the Justice League straight from the Superman movie. Front and center: Guy Gardner, rockin’ that smug smirk, both power rings lit, summoning giant green hand constructs from the ground—including a middle finger aimed straight at the military-industrial complex. Yep, tanks flipping mid-air. Warheads? Toast. It’s Guy’s world, and we’re just catching strays. Behind him, floating cool as hell, is Mr. Terrific mid-calculation—fists glowing, jacket flying, clearly about to wreck someone’s whole worldview with math and magnets. Above him, Hawkgirl soars in, wings blazing gold, mace locked and loaded. She’s about to drop the hammer like a mythological WMD. The background swirls in cosmic energy—blue ripples, black voids, glowing chaos orbs—and the whole scene is exploding with comic book snack-level debris. Done in my Ruffy style, this piece is fast, raw, jagged—like a livewire sketch jam from Artist Alley. All linework, all color, all attitude. If Comic-Con had a backstage brawl between sketchbooks and caffeine, this would be the aftermath.

This one’s straight from Superman (the movie), featuring my Ruffy style. Tons of lines, wild color, loose and loud. Like what I’d sketch at Comic-Con… if I went to cons. (Spoiler: I don’t.)

Art’s up in the store now, link is in comments.
And yes, commish slots are open (for now)...

Hand-drawn commission of Savage Dragon, exploding through a fiery background in a vibrant, scribbly mixed-media style. Neon oranges, hot pinks, and intense greens dominate the scene with comic-book energy.

Hand-drawn commission of Savage Dragon, exploding through a fiery background in a vibrant, scribbly mixed-media style. Neon oranges, hot pinks, and intense greens dominate the scene with comic-book energy.

Hand-drawn commission of Savage Dragon, exploding through a fiery background in a vibrant, scribbly mixed-media style. Neon oranges, hot pinks, and intense greens dominate the scene with comic-book energy.

Hand-drawn commission of Savage Dragon, exploding through a fiery background in a vibrant, scribbly mixed-media style. Neon oranges, hot pinks, and intense greens dominate the scene with comic-book energy.

Scribbly Commish: OG '90s Savage Dragon’s bringing the heat, literally. Had a blast going full scribble-mode on this one, one of those pieces that practically punches its way off the paper.

Sketches @ Lunch: Before I dive into a week full of Superman ruffies (movie’s tomorrow!), I had to sneak in some 90s action with a quick ruffy Grifter. Just a loose, colored pencil blast—R-U-F-F-Y style, of course.

Almost there..

If Kamala were President, we'd have a 4th of July that didn't feel like a hostage situation wrapped in fireworks.

And I won't be purchasing those either.

When Xbox told us #dealwithit they meant it. I'll never buy an Xbox anything ever again.

They invented 20 million basement-dwelling welfare videogame bros just to sleep at night while gutting your healthcare.

A post from @guy_fawkes_news calls out the rigged logic of American politics—where re-voting until the "right" answer appears is somehow normal. Beneath it, a savage reply from @loveonyourtermslife offers mock "voting options": 1. Yes, 2. No, 3. No and waiting for the highest bidder. Welcome to democracy™—where the outcome’s for sale and your vote’s just bait.

They’ll vote a hundred times if it means screwing you harder. Medicare gets gutted, ICE gets a gold-plated death budget, and they call that “compromise.”

From bunker bitch to gator warden, Florida’s just his moat dream now.

Sip up, America ☕️ today’s truth is served straight from the Puritan leftovers no one else could stomach.

He's correct. If the 14th Amendment doesn’t count for immigrants, then the 2nd doesn’t count for assault rifles. Can’t have it both ways, patriots.