Club High Castle Pre-Pandemic

All your fanart are belong to us. Set up us the draw. My mind is back on Babylon 5 (as if it would stay away for long!). I'm always striving to improve my art by testing new styles. Enjoy! I got this idea from a Beauty and the Beast gif. I liked the mood the original invoked, so I made my own....Psi Corps, of course! "Vy am I vearing all black?" Chekov asks himself as he gazes through the looking glass. It's a rainy day at your friendly Psi Corps headquarters! And just for kicks and giggles, I wandered into the deep, ancient drudges of the Internet to uncover one of my old pieces of fanart. The .jpg quality is atrocious, but it just goes to show you can improve with practice. Created some fanart of our own? Feel free to share!

I didn't think it was possible for a movie to completely blow me away and douse me in its flames of awesomeness, but one film recently let me bask in its glory. Mad Max: Fury Road Figure A This one is worth going to the movie theater for. Trust me on this. The stunts, accidents, and flames were all real, as were the unique post-apocalyptic cars themselves. You cannot go wrong with an armada of aggressive cars, all shiny and chrome, especially if you have your own Drum & Metal Corps (please see Figure A and the flame shooting guitar). The movie doesn't have a lot of dialogue, but the action sequences are works of art awesome. There isn't any pointless romance, though there is a budding relationship between two characters. It's played out in a way that doesn't pigeonhole any characters for the sake of a "lame" romance. It fits with the flow and story. The two characters involved are not the main characters. I liked how the writers left the ma

Get your medieval and fantasy fix! Because every fantasy story needs some sort of map (and as seen in my previous post)...I'll just leave this here...Click the image to view full size. Glory, Pride, and the Maiden Vain by M.L. Crabb Prologue I knew the maiden before the downfall she wrought upon herself, before the treachery set itself into her mind, and before she met her betrothed. Many say it was vanity. Some say it was revulsion. Others say it was pride, and few say it was hatred of the elves which spurned her fate. It was naivety that did her in, and now she is but a song that Westridge children sing in the fields. See saw, Tip or fall! Lord or Elf, Slay them both. Maiden Fair, Dissappear! I. Luthandra Raikin A chill settled in the Adaina Mountains, marking the descent of the sun. Where it went, only Night knew. Luthandra Raikin extended a pale hand as her warden, Jeffroy Wynn, helped her out of the carriage. A horse whinnied in the distanc