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A member of a certain gang of lovable delinquents has taken to wearing costumes when they go about their mischief. Totally as a disguise. She's been a little frosty to her friend, who didn't tell her she was transitioning.

After she's injured by a cop on a power trip and has to drag herself back to the clubhouse to sleep it off, said friend drapes her favourite hoody over her, and all is forgiven. When she wakes up, she's surprised to realise that her body paint held up given how much she was sweating, and she doesn't remember contouring her face THAT well...also, are those actual horns growing in? Heck yeah!

[MTF egg to devilkin woman, caused by a costume made real]

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Thank you all for the patience while I've been recovering from my car accident ❤️

If if hadn't been for the need to raise my leg every hour or so to stop the pain, this probably would have been done a few days earlier. Alas, even though it was my leg that got squeezed by that car and my drawing arm ended up fine, sometimes the pain was just too much for me to just sit down.

Luckily I'm feeling a lot better today and I think I'll be back to full speed in the next couple of days. And I'm having quite a lot of freetime coming up in the next two weeks so I should hopefully be able to finally catch up with all my work soon.

Anyway, the background setting for this comic might look a bit different from the solarpunk/mild cyberpunk utopia of Empire Bay, and that's because this is the "dark twin" of Empire Bay. A city called The Sprawl by the people living there. It's a more typical cyberpunk sad setting unlike Empire Bay and more like what you usually think of when you think "cyberpunk." I came up with the difference because the happy and cool city of Empire Bay shouldn't have cops, but The Sprawl should.

Much love and please don't play in traffic ❤️

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Erin Brioche

Ah, Squiggltopia, that well known manufacturing hub for horns.