Episodic Chaos

@episodicchaos.bsky.social

My art account. Art is mostly SFW, if occasionally gory. Other art account is: https://www.instagram.com/episodic_chaos/ I make games at: http://episodicchaos.itch.io

"She called you a product. A weapon. But my child....you can be so much more." (My regular DM was showing us the recent Neon Odyessy playtest materials, I slapped together a character for fun....and immediately got attached.)

An anthromorphic pterosaur stands in front of the camera, clawed fingers tented and wings raised behind him. He has black feathers, a red patch on his throat, and a red and silver cybernetic eye. He's wearing a grey trenchcoat and pants, with a belt buckle that looks like an ouroboros. Behind him is a simple graphic of a neon green worm about to eat an apple.

"#19 was reliable. Not the fastest, not the strongest. But it had not once, through all those years, ever abandoned its post." (Remember that snow dragon from earlier? This is it when it's a bit more corporeal.)

A fluffy white dragon stands against a gradient of dark blue. Most of its body is covered in fur, except for silver scales on its belly and the dark grey membranes of its wings. It has grey claws poking out of the fur on its feet, curly grey reindeer antlers, and two small horns poking out of its nose. It also has two orange serrated tusks, and orange eyes.

"Run, run, don't shrink and cower/ And join us at the witching hour~" (I was digging through some old art when I realized you all hadn't seen my Crooked Moon character Scruffles! She's a cheerful bard...who has no memories except for a fragment of an apocalyptic prophecy.)

A reference of a living purple dragon plushie, which stands upright on two legs and has two small wings. She has yellow claws and teeth, and a hayseed in her mouth. She's wearing a green tailcoat with bells on the end, leather armor, and a red scarf. Her equipment consists of a lute on her back, and a needle-like sword at her side.

"Hey, you're early! Welcome to the crew, you can call me Architect-" "...no, don't apologize. Everyone stares at first." (Getting back to routine with another crack at someone I've been doodling since I played Dispatch with a friend. She's a House with a terrible job.)

A woman leans against a gigantic lion statue's plinth with a jagged stone wall behind her. She's wearing a long trenchcoat, red scarf, green sweater, jeans, grey gloves, and steel-toed boots. 
Her light brown hair is tied back in a short ponytail, and her eyes appear to be deep stony hollows in her head with orange lights inside.
She's giving the camera a friendly smile, holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.

"You...you will be perfect. Their cleansing fire. Their divine apocalypse." (Designed this critter a while ago for a friend's project! A bioweapon made by the gods to wage war on humanity, who's determined to take everyone down with him.)

A gigantic serpentine dragon stands in a field of scorched grey rubble, letting loose a purple beam into the sky where an eclipsed sun hangs. Purple fire suffuses the dragon's body, spilling out of its head like axolotl gills, as well as from places in its fractured body.