Fropomolo

Lancer callsign: Patchwork
Frame moniker: JingYu (Metalmark)
Patchwork was destined to live and die unremarkably maintaining production for SSC subsidiaries in the icy steel mills. However, the fire of revolution sparked new opportunities though with great cost.

Lower back tattoo order. It was fun to hide all the references, see if you can spot them.

Last page of my sketchbook. Alot of nonsense, I'm not who I used to be and I can't ever return.

Clemence
The Jordans aren't uniform but no one wants to say anything.

Nominative irony.

To my comrades working miserable jobs, stuck in the grind, 9-5.
Hold onto yourself and what you hold dear.

"Dread from the pit of a ship. What's a dog to do when there are no commands. When the handler's mind is smeared across the bulkhead. I'd say you should save face but they scrubbed it away two months ago. Go on fuckface, be Dad's proudest son, win yourself a screaming pony."

"Dread from the pit of a ship. What's a dog to do when there are no commands. When the handler's mind is smeared across the bulkhead. I'd say you should save face but they scrubbed it away two months ago. Go on fuckface, be Dad's proudest son, win yourself a screaming pony."

To my comrades working miserable jobs, stuck in the grind, 9-5.
Hold onto yourself and what you hold dear.

Nominative irony.

Clemence
The Jordans aren't uniform but no one wants to say anything.

When I played X and Y I found a Honedge in the palace grass and fell in love.
I like the idea that if you give this thing Iron head it pommel strikes everything to death.

Wedding gift for a couple.

Whatever, go my Scizor (Bullet punch with technician and stab)

Finishing this sketchbook so I can move onto a bigger one.

Went to reclaim my Mandate of Heaven. Back now👍

Robot and post-human concept art for Gorebone.

Catalysts.

Lancer comm ordered by one of my patrons. It's a Death's head named Partisan piloted by Saint. Very fun to work on.

Schmeat Man.

Schmeat Man but horse.

Meat Man but with Freudian implications.

Me and my Labubu.

Went to reclaim my Mandate of Heaven. Back now👍

"An olive tree in the Sahara, surrounded by silver grass that whistles in the warm gusts under a tan sky. The sun desists and smiles."

Birthday aircraft carrier

Me and my Labubu.

Some art I made about the pain of trying to transform into a better person.

When life gets hard, you gotta get even harder 💯 🍖🥩🥩🍖😩🥹😳🔥💫🪱

Whole thing is too crude to show here. Full version is on the Patreon. www.patreon.com/posts/after-...