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Ghost Complex. // Cover artwork & animation for darkDARK

By midmindsarts

gonna make a cyberpunk setting with prosthetics and cybernetics that outlast their owners. even with advanced medicine, humans only live for a hundred years tops -- but titanium doesn't age, doesn't rust, doesn't break down. and it'd be a waste to destroy it, so the insurance cartels just repossess it upon body-death, flash-sanitize it, and then put it back into stock for some other poor bastard. they're cheaper, pre-made, already calibrated - only problem is that some people who get refurbished prostheses complain about phantom reflexes, nerve inputs they never sent.

a wonderful little fellow from Stieven Van der Poorten for REFUGIUM! I first fell in love with his work from encountering his paleo artwork -

The balance between scientific attention to detail and his natural cartooning powers bring his stuff to life in an excellent manner...

Take a look at his stuff here

And, of course, if you'd like to get a copy of our ever-growing guidebook/graphic novel, REFUGIUM, take a look at the campaign here

IPS-N "KIEU"

Throwing weapon specialist

People don't realize how liminal it is to be a time traveler. How you don't ever really feel like you're in the time you are. Even when you're in your own time, everything is off, your coat was something you bought in interwar France, the book you're reading on the train is from a bookstore you had to visit in Victorian London, even your necklace was given to you by a Neolithic shaman, from a culture the rest of the world can never know. You find yourself acting strange even when in the present, much less in the past you have to work in.

You remember meeting a eunuch in 10th century China, and having him be one of the only people smart and observant enough to realize you were from a diffrent time. You could talk honestly with him, though still you couldn't reveal too much about your time. And it was still so strange hearing him talk casually about work and mention plotting assassinations. You're not allowed to but you still visit him sometimes.

You remember that the few times you were allowed to tell someone everything it was tragic. You knew a young woman who lived in Pompeii, who you had gotten close to, a few days before she would inevitably die. On your last day there you looked into her eyes, knowing soon they'd be stone and ash, that the beauty of her hair would be washed away by burning magma. And you hugged her, and told her that you wanted her to be safe, and told her she was wonderful and that you wanted her to be comfortable and happy. And you let her tongue know the joy of 21st century chocolate, and her eyes see the beauty of animation, knowing she deserved to have those joys, knowing it wouldn't matter soon. And you hugged her the last time, and told her she deserved happiness. And when you left without taking her it was like you were killing her yourself.

You want to take home everyone you're attached to. There's a college student you befriended in eighteen fifties Boston. And you can't help but see him try to solve problems you know humanity is centuries away from solving. And you just want to tell him. And it's not just that, the way he talked about the books and plays he likes, his sense of humor. There's so many people you want him to meet.

You feel the same way about a young woman you met on a viking age longship. She tells stories to her fellow warriors and traders, stories that will never fully get written down, stories that she tells so uniquely and so well. She has so many great ideas. You want so dearly to take her to somewhere she can share her stories, or where she can take classes with other writers, where she can be somewhere safe instead of being out at sea. She'll talk about wanting to be able to do something, or meet people, and you know you're so close to being able to take her, but you never can, unless she accidently finds out way too much then you can't.

You remember the longship that you met that young storyteller on. You were there before, two years ago for you, ten years later for the people on it. The young woman who told you stories wasn't there ten years later, you had been told why then but you only realize now, her uncle, who ran the ship, had been one of the first people to convert to Christianity in his nation. He killed her, either for not converting or for sleeping with women, you're not sure, but he killed her, and bragged about it when you met him ten years later.

You talk to the storyteller on the longship, ask her about the myths you're there to ask her about, the myths that she loves to tell. You look into her eyes knowing it's probably less then a year until her uncle takes her life. You ask her if you think that those who die of murder go to Valhalla. She tells you she hopes not, she doesn't see Valhalla as a gift but as a duty, she hopes for herself to go to Hel, where she wouldn't have to fight anymore. You slip and admit you're talking about her, telling her that you hope that's where she goes when she's killed. You hope to yourself you'll be forced to take her to the twenty first century, you're tempted even to make it worse, you want to have ruined her enough to be able to save her.

Mountain Dew 84

Rhubarbes lab 

targetdead

hitwoman voice acting and sound design @kuripachan

boss voice acting onipuunk

Ben 10: Alien Force Heroes 💫 By Eugenio Sprenger, an Illustrator, Comic Artist, & Character Designer (Sprenger’s ArtStation) (Instagram)

Kyle Reese and Sarah Connor vs the Terminator (the T-800 model). Art by Katsuhiro Otomo (Akira).

By wwworonin for the bestialrium project

Nestedneons is a collector of wwworonin art

ASV "Condor"

Air-to-Air Support/Transport

and thats the last of the frames I was commed for the supplement