Traditional Pen Sketch To Pass The Time Since I'm Stuck At My Desk During A Private Event And The Event

Traditional pen sketch to pass the time since I'm stuck at my desk during a private event and the event planners are doing most of the work and I need some form of stimulation otherwise I get restless

Happy Pride month gaymers! Just found out today after just finding out 7 years later that Bolson was almost going to be a bear. Also the sumo version of Bolson looks a lot like he could be Kahuna Hala's cousin

i hate it!! i'll have to draw again.

DROPPING SOME OC LORE SINCE I FORGOT TO MAKE THIS A FEW DAYS AGO

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Laanok Harbor is a quaint tourist town nestled in the southern coast of New Jersey and has become infamous for a very recent cryptid sighting over the past few months in the forests just outside of town. Hikers and others yearning for Internet views have reported sightings of something otherworldly followed by a strange, purple fog. These reports have led to dozens of missing persons reports, complaints of horrific shrills in the dead of night and multiple hospital calls with people getting violently ill when they came in contact with this fog.

Ivan Donahoe is a 3rd year in college and decided to visit his family back home while on summer break between semesters to unwind. Having gone to attend school in a bustling city, he decided to venture out near the local campgrounds to rid himself of the claustrophobic feeling of city life before surprising his parents of his visit who haven't informed him of the incidents since they started soon after he left as a freshman. On his way into town he was stopped by Ocean County deputies who have been patrolling the area for some time and informed Ivan of everything that's been going on. Having agreed with the officer, but silently dismissing them with a disbelief in the supernatural, Ivan buys supplies and then promptly heads in to the campsite.

Come nightfall Ivan is awoken to a bloodcurdling scream in the night believing someone is in need of help. Grabbing essentials, he rushes to try and find the source near a large body of water, coated in dense fog. The loud screaming grew into a defending silence as the ripples of the water grow more in numbers. This silence is broken shortly after as another cry is heard close by and as Ivan turns his head he's welcomed to an unimaginable horror. A young fawn is pelted up in the air by some unseen force, writhing in pain and is then torn in half by said force whose gutteral clicks and screeches echo along the water. Ivan tries to hide but it's too late for his presence has been made known since he first appeared at the lakeside.

The fog disperses to unveil the abomination that stands just a few hundred feet away from him. A hulking, writhing mass of sopping vegetation hunched over at around 15 feet tall. Its facial features look disproportionate and twist into an ungodly, undulating mass that, even from this far away, Ivan sees it pulsating in places where it shouldn't. The body morphs from some lanky upper body covered in pores and morphing lumps down to a bloated abdomen that folds into an unnatural pear shape. Though its legs are invisible from being slightly submerged underwater, they're clearly almost as wide as its stomach. Ivan is now paralyzed with fear as he watches this thing pick up the remains of what was the young deer and shovel it into its mouth as the sound of bone crunches and teeth gnawing on flesh etch themselves in the depths of Ivan's psyche as the untimely demise of what transpired might repeat as he will bear the title as the next victim and is then met with the image of the monstrosity taking a running start towards his location. Unable to move Ivan slowly accepted his fate for being reckless and was swatted away by its long arms scratching him in his right side leaving behind marks on his forearm and calf. He was flung a few feet and was smacked into a tree immobilizing him

The assault is cut short as Ivan is then met with the presence of another figure. An ethereal, horse-like creature with large horns rams itself into the side of the monster, followed by an explosion that vaporizes both the fog and the monster leaving no trace of the existence it had before. THEY were horse-like in appearance but bore the head of a 6 eyed moth, draped in iridescent fur from head to toe and a pair of folded ancestral wings draped from it's back and where there should be a tail was something akin to a braided tree. THEY were adorned in ropes of glowing jewels that wrapped around its body and tapered into the branches of the "tail." THEY turned and looked at the young man lying on the ground who gasped for air yearning to believe that this is just some nightmare and he's still sleeping in his car but that wasn't the case. His spine is broken. His arm and leg are bleeding and his head is pounding from whatever was in the fog. He slowly passes out with the sight of whatever this thing that saved him being the last thing he remembers along with the sound of sirens.

Within the next 5 or so hours, Ivan will soon then be awakened by the smell of rich coffee, the taste of his favorite breakfast sandwich, the sound of a hospital intercom and will feel marked by an unknown tattoo on his chest that vaguely resembles a moth with horns....

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"Moths symbolize the concepts of transformation and wisdom, but also have been vessels for more negative concepts like weakness and death. I like to see myself as an Atlas Moth, a majestic beauty of nature cursed to only live in a blip of a moment. Despite my natural instinct to seek out a carefree life isolated from the woes I'm meant to experience...I know I'm not going to last long, and with that I wish to be just like the Atlas Moth as I grow up and create a lasting impact in nature with my presence before I eventually flicker like a dying bonfire in the minds of those that will in doubt remember me fondly." -Ivan Donovan Donahoe

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Typed all of this out haphazardly while on break at work so bear in mind if it feels rushed 😭 I've wanted to encompass Ivan's backstory that leads up to him having been blessed by a supernatural spirit and gaining some kind of power in the process

Ooooh you know youre drawing good when you wanna make out sloppy style with your drawing. Like MMM MAN

ill never be that smooth at lineart, sure I could spend hours methodically making each line 10px wide but i think its just not me... like... i know how but its not a process that brings me a lot of joy or a result i like. When i do art i enjoy each and every stroke of the pencil. as much as a wish i could do that clean seamless mainstream lineart it simply isn't something i can make look right