Daimera's Art Corner

Spine lying down, cupping her head in all four hands (two against her cheeks, two under her chin), while she kicks two of her four legs behind her 'cutely' as she playfully waves her prehensile spine in greeting.

An offhand doodle for an answer to an Ask on Tumblr that I should have posted here, I just forgor. It didn't get much traction on Tumblr because it was an Ask answer that got pushed off by its text, hahaha.

"Feeling cute, might lean over Sam's shoulder while he's cooking later."
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Sam giving Juicebox a hug, as per one of the last interactions in his string of events.

I've been getting too distracted by new beta stuff that I completely forgot I wanted to draw this, since it was one of the highlights for me from the last beta.
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When Spine lies down alone, does she... ... loaf? ... sploot? ... or roach? (roaching in question is of the greyhound variety)

Drawing another picture (that I can't share just yet because of beta reasons) that has me asking myself some VERY important questions
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Sam being unraveled rather gruesomely by the Masked Shadow, as per the Game Over.

nothing here
except you and it

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Tickle gnawing on a wearied Sam's shoulder, holding on with his 'human grippers'. Henri sitting at a table with a can of cola, looking very, very tired. Slugman with a despondent "whyyyyy" expression. Audrey and Sam; Audrey is in a half-half state between monster and vending machine forms. She's looking away, embarrassedly. Rat Champion about to run you through. And Sewer Beast being... well... a trypophobia nightmare.

Just a little celebratory sheet of random 1.5 FUN TIMES
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You flop down on the couch after the meal, taking a moment to rest. As you do, you feel a clammy hand on your shoulder. Then one on the other... A third caresses your face as a fourth rests on your chest. You get the feeling she’s trying to push you to lie down. You can almost hear her voice. It’s hard to make out. “Three minutes...” “...please?” Dialogue options are given: Stop this. Now or ...Fine. Just three.

“Stop This. Now” You make a motion to push her away, though it does nothing. You think you hear a soft, disappointed whine as she slowly withdraws. Claws drift all the way down your arm, resting on your hand, hesitating to let go as long as she can before she retreats far enough that you no longer feel her presence. Should you be feeling bad? ...Nah. It’s too weird.

“...Fine. Just three.” You sigh and kick your legs up to lie down, neck on the armrest for support. Almost immediately, you feel a strong pressure as she climbs on top of you. Your body seizes up involuntarily as you feel her damp flesh against yours, skinless arms wrapped around you, pinning you in place. You feel her sigh contentedly, feeling the nuzzle of teeth against your cheek. Thankfully, she does nothing more. You stare at the ceiling, counting the ticking of the clock. Three minutes... That’s over an hour for her, right? True to her word, in three minutes, she releases you, crawling off the couch and vanishing into the apartment. ...She must be really lonely.

Three Minutes
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Clint from Look Outside; one colored image of him slouched and walking with a shoulder against a wall, a grayscale image of him being supported by Sam and Joel, and a grayscale image of him 'biting' by splitting his lower arm down the middle into a long, toothy maw.

Bonus enemy drawing of Clint, since I like him and keep him alive when I play, even if he's a hassle to navigate int he hall purely as an annoyance. I want to think Joel's family could possibly be helped in the future, even if that's too optimistic.

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A Gawker enemy in the process of transforming into a Witness. Next to it is a drawing of an Eternal Eye with a prone and terrified Sam in its claws, about ready to pull him apart. In-game screenshot text reads: "Gawker gazes deeply... Sam falls asleep! Eternal Eye attacks! Sam took 19 damage! Sam wakes up!"

The fifth enemy request, to go with the other four.

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Tall Pipe Man, along with a very dumb reference to Lesser Dog from Undertale.

Elevator Thing. I feel really bad for this monster. I hope we can spare it in the future some day.

Scarf. Honestly not very horror-themed. Very Mega Man coded, really, especially alongside the Tuques (fuzzy Mets).

Clyde. You can't improve perfection, but I did add some more arms.

Four of five 'minor enemy' drawings I did for Tumblr by Ask request, to celebrate getting over 1000 followers there.

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Sam, surrounded and embraced by his main three 'admirers'. His eyes are closed as he gives a kiss to Lyle's main lens, as-per the usual interaction, though his reflection is full of terrified warped/smudged eyes and teeth, like the associated Game Over. Likewise, Shadow and Spine are also hinting at their own Game Over states, with Shadow plunging its limbs into Sam's face and side like dough, and Spine digging her claws into Sam's back.

Sometimes one terrible, rotten, no-good decision isn't enough, is it?

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Sam and co are on the couch, playing Madwheels. Dan is taking up most of one side, lying down and propped on the armrest. Sam is sitting in the middle, hunched over, controller in one hand, looking down annoyedly at Leigh, who's sitting on the ground, grinning up at him. Joel is behind her, legs pulled up right, scared to kick her on accident Sam: Can you stop that, Leigh? Leigh: Heh heh... stop what? Sam: Targeting only me. It makes this so much less fun. Dan: HAH, you being a baby, Sam? Get good! Leigh: Heh heh! Yeah! Sam: Shut UP, Dan, you're not helping the-heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekk??!?! Sam is interrupted by something causing him to spaz out, tears in his eyes, mouth twisted into a forced grin. There's nothing there that should be causing this reaction. Dan: the hell?? Leigh: ...what? Sam flails, gripping his sides, squirming in place as he waves frantically over the back of the seat at nothing, eyes filling with more tears Sam: Hhhhaaa hahAHHHAAHHAHAAHHA s-sSToPP thAT-!! KN-KNOCK IT OFFFFF-!!!!! Joel: You okay... hhhh... Mr. Sam? Sam curls up on the sofa, one hand deathgripping the back of the couch as the other grips his chest, like he's having a heart attack. The others are looking at him, concerned. Sam: I'm fine! I'm FINE, there's nOTHING wrong-!!! Joel: Hhhh... okay... doesn't sound...hhh... like nothing... Leigh: Roaches probably crawled up his shirt. His fault for feeding them. Idiot. Dan: We're all thinking it, buddy, but you need help.

"Do you like it?"

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Same comic, but Spine's... well, spine is visible as a red ghostly spectre, doing its thing, and demonstrating what's going on that nobody - not even Sam - is fully aware of.

Alternate version because of course.

Another work doodle; a new line in the upcoming/beta content gave me a Sudden Realization...

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Phone doodle of lonely Spine done at work in response to an Ask on Tumblr regarding 1.5 beta content.

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Three rough badge/sticker designs of Sam's three primary 'stalkers' - Lyle, Shadow, and Spine - in the style of the Team Mystic, Valor, and Instinct logos from Pokemon GO.

Which Team are YOU on?

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A comic about Sam and Spine and a Perfect Ritual I mourned the day you disappeared. When we met face to face for the first time, I knew I had to have you. You didn’t seem so sure. But still, you stopped your companions from killing me. Ordered them to flee with you, and left me alive. Perhaps you were afraid of losing my presence. My comforting hand on your shoulder. Perhaps you simply couldn’t handle the guilt of killing someone who could speak as clearly as I could. Perhaps you thought that if I was lucid, I could be saved. Ha. Ha.

Sam disappears... Something else returns. But I noticed. You were responding less and less to my attentions. Perhaps you’d simply grown too accustomed to it. Or maybe you were just preoccupied... ...Then you left, and never came home. For a long, long time. I mourned the day you disappeared... and for the first time in months, I knew what true loneliness felt like.

Perfect Ritual Sam tears Spine apart, but Spine appears content at having been remembered. You. It’s you. Yes. This smell. This warmth. I knew you would come back around. You’ve changed. But you still remembered me. Returned for me.

Perfect Ritual Sam assimilates Spine. When you fled from me the first time, I swore the next time I found you, I would never let you go. Promise me you feel the same way.

Blue and Orange Morality

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oh god why

Funny story, the draft of this started off like

A monster truck shell sitting on a monster that looks like a cross between a giant, shaggy black dog and a mutated scorpion. Pistons and other chassis parts criss-cross its open organ undercarriage. Its front wheels have turned into wheels of clawed paws. Its back end has a bunch of furry scorpion feet, as well as a 'scorpion' tail made from vertebrae and a coccyx. Inside the car, under a cracking windshield, is a giant mass of compacted brain matter, out of which a number of furry black eyestalks emerge, some breaking through the glass. No dialogue, as he cannot speak in this form. However, he is more or less lucid and benevolent, not that anyone would guess. Can fully retract the claws into his mouth, despite not appearing able to fit. Euclidean space never seems to matter to these larger Cursed. A monster truck driver named Conrad who was on a road-trip doing some shows, with his best bud, a criminally friendly black lab named Darrin. The scorpion... was just something he found on the side of the road during an emergency pit-stop. He had it in a jar on his dashboard, and was taking it home for his son. It was originally a released pet.

An overdue Cursed OC inspired by Attack Pack, named "Tracks"

Character info in ALT

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EVERY FREDERIC

“It felt like I was being pulled out of him.”
“The painter was losing something as he painted me.”

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Lines for Real Frederick, as well as Tumor, Facetaker, Biting, and Shadow. Increased canvas width to give a bit more room to work.

I had to shift a few around for balance, but we're almost done with lines, haha.

Lines and block-flats for Wiggly and Toxic done.

Ok not gonna lie they are REALLY fun to draw, but this is still going to take FOREVER, omg

All 9 Freds on one canvas. Currently differentiated colored sketches, though Scared Fred has been fully lined with a flat base.

GROUP SHOTS ARE NOT MY FORTE WHY DID I START THIS

Crow pecks Sam's eyes out, and he gets even by pulling out some of its eyes out in return and putting them back in his own sockets, as per the descriptions of the combat effects.

REAL GAME MECHANICS OUT OF A REAL GAME!!!

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Panel 1: Leigh confronts stage-1 Remade Sam, pressing her arm to his chest and pushing him back a bit as she points up at his face, saying "You looked, didn't you? You can't lie to me. I see if in your eyes. Heh heh heh . . ." Panel 2: A close-up of Leigh's eye, showing Sam's reflected back in it. "I wonder what you'll turn into? Will it be strong? Can I kill it? Can it kill me?" Panel 3 is a no-text depiction of a battle in Mr. Henderson's apartment. Sam hacks up a Soldier with a machete, looking terrified. Joel is behind him, holding a repaired Fuzzy and having grown Teeth Armor while a Gatling looms in the back. Leigh is looking over at Sam with a dubious expression, holding a bloody patchwork club. Hellen is in the background, wearing the rat child's mask, is beheading another Soldier, while also casting an unreadable glance back at Sam. Panel 4 has Grinning Beast Leigh mauling the everloving crap out of Spine.

Combined version of a three-part answer to an Ask on Tumblr. They're not meant to fit sequentially, but I did them on one canvas.

This needs way more context than I can possibly explain here, so it's easier to just link the post:
www.tumblr.com/godslush/784...

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Rough sketch of Sam (Remade), Leigh, Hellen, and Joel, fighting off various Conscripts from Mr. Henderson's apartment. While the focus is on Sam violently hacking a Soldier up with a machete while looking terrified, and Leigh looking somewhat judgmentally back at him while holding the patchwork club, I ended up throwing in Hellen cutting off another Soldier's head, and Joel growing Teeth Armor (tho it was replaced later with Biting Armor which wouldn't make as much sense against these ranged units) with a Gatling looming in the background.

This WIP started as one part of three images for a simple answer to an Ask, and quickly got out of hand while I tried filling up empty space on it, and it ended up going a bit harder than I originally intended it to.

Lining this might ruin the energy, so I'm putting it up here as a sketch, haha.

Monty pulling on Remade Sam's exposed nerve cords while saying "That's messed up. You're messed up... huhh huhh" (much to Sam's EXTREME chagrin). Xaria regarding Remade Sam with disgust as he cowers on top of the fridge, holding a meat fork defensively. She scorns, "The Hell's YOUR problem?! Goddamn freak." And, wrapping it up with something a little more heartwarming, Masked Shadow using its ability to basically not trigger any sensations whatsoever with its hands to help apply medicine and bandages.

High-Strung Nerves

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I'm not even REMOTELY sorry
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Bored at work with cardboard and a sharpie and Jeanne is disappoint
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Sam, Leigh, Joel, and Sophie, gathered around a table eating pizza while a partially-invisible Stargazer/Edwin sits comically dead in the background. Sam is nursing a lot of wounds as Leigh gives him a knowingly sinister grin, while she eats two pizzas directly off the tray without using her hands. Joel and Sophie are fighting over who gets the single juice box.

I had a run blessed by a very early XL Italian Pizza delivery, and lemme tell you.

Lemme TELL you.

That shit hits different in the field.

(No, you aren’t allowed to ask how they brought an XL Italian Pizza with them to Edwin’s apartment)

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Remade Sam, skinned but covered in loose bandages, with two extra arms and four extra legs. His ribcage is pulled open, lungs, heart, and a bit of liver visible. Rat Child is nestled inside amidst the organs, peeking out quizzically. There are multiple pill bottles at Sam's feet as he grins lopsidedly, with unfocused and teary eyes (one slightly swirly), and the text "Immm. . . I'm fine. Don't hurt. Feelll great-" as he tries to slide out of bed, half-covered in a blanket, not really sure what to do with his limbs.

Forgot to post this here: small doodle of @eggnog-art.bsky.social ’s remade Sam, high off his *ass* on painkillers from Gracie from the most recent chapter of Misery Meat.
archiveofourown.org/works/65678713

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