Robert Robertson from the video game Dispatch lying on the floor: back to the ground with his legs up, set on his office chair. He has his dispatching headset on and his eyes closed, one hand raised up to the headset and the other on his stomach.

look at my dispatcher bro I’m not succeeding this call

Flambae and Robert from the video game Dispatch. They are both on the ground, Flambae leaning menacingly over Robert, practically in his lap. Flambae’s left hand clutches Robert’s shirt. Robert says, “You should probably get that punch out of the way before someone walks in and thinks we’re fucking, big guy.” Flambae interrupts, “You homophobic or something, bitch? Don’t want our coworkers to think you’re fucking a guy?” Robert replies, “That… is not at all even close to the sentence that I just said.”

Flambert in the break room

your face in the mirror

Art of Waterboy from the game Dispatch hitting the “teehee eto… bleh” pose (hands lifted over his head, fingers tapping the front of his scalp, eyes are closed in an awkward expression and his tongue is peeking out).

Waterboy when he solo succeeds on a dispatch despite having an 8 percent chance

Flambae and Robert from the game Dispatch kissing inside SDN’s break room. Robert is half-sitting on top of a counter while Flambae leans over him.

Flambae and Robert have stopped kissing to look over to the left where there is a vending machine in the break room. Waterboy is at the vending machine. Waterboy says, “The- My lunch. F-forgot… it.” Flambae then tells him, “Just fucking go already, Wetwipeboy.” Waterboy says, “O-okay. Right. Now. Leaving. B-bye!” but Robert interrupts, “Wait-“

Waterboy, Robert, and Flambae, with Robert in between the two others. Waterboy nervously leans over Robert, hand on the man’s exposed chest. He’s blushing heavily. Flambae stands opposite to Waterboy as he cups Robert’s face, leaning it in Waterboy’s direction.

#flambert and…. Waterboy???

Art. A picture of a boy (Gwion), blond with a circlet around his head and a red tunic on his shoulders, looking up toward the yellowed sky with his eyes closed and expression contemplative. A nightingale sits on his hand. The image is framed by simple illustrations: sequences of a figure falling through fire toward a cauldron, a hand with a bow and arrow, a hand reaching through flames, various animals, and birds.

Art: Page 1 of a comic sequence. Ceridwen stands in a dungeon, facing a solitary bubbling cauldron. Morfran and Gwion stand behind her. Ceridwen says “Well done. Your offering has been accepted.” She pulls Morfran forward, “Quickly now.” Ceridwen and Morfran lean over the cauldron. Morfran appears scared. Ceridwen says, “Dip your hand in.”

Art: Page 2. Morfran stares over the lip of the cauldron as his mother stands over him. Morfran whispers, “Mother…” Ceridwen interrupts him: “Morfran. Do not deny your birthright.” Next panel, Ceridwen lifts Morfran’s hand. Morfran tells her to wait, but she then drags the hand down into the cauldron. Morfran screams. At the bottom of the page, Morfran is in shock as he tears his hand away from the scalding heat of the cauldron. Ceridwen stares in confusion.

Art: Page 3. Morfran drops to the ground and Ceridwen follows: “It burned you,” she says, “What have you done?” Gwion stands in the background, staring. His shocked expression is in focus in the next panel. Something begins whispering into the room, voice emanating from the cauldron. “Gwion,” it says. Gwion looks up and his eyes appear vacant. The voice continues calling, “Gwion Bach.” The final panel shows the room overtaken by smoke from the cauldron, the color an eerie green. The words “Sing your poem unto us” echo through the room but only Gwion reacts.

THE BLACK CAULDRON X THE SONG OF ACHILLES
A brash poet disguises himself as the noble he serves so he can take his place in a contest to determine the king’s bard. He soon becomes trapped by the politics of a competition that is more corrupt than it seems.
#DVpit #OG #GN #YA #F #LGBT #TV #DVArt

Thank you Joey!!! 💕

Art: The cover art of Taliesin, a WIP graphic novel, featuring the main cast (Gwion, Ceridwen, Morfran, and Owain).

Art: Page 1 of a comic sequence. Ceridwen stands in a dungeon, facing a solitary bubbling cauldron. Morfran and Gwion stand behind her. Ceridwen says “Well done. Your offering has been accepted.” She pulls Morfran forward, “Quickly now.” Ceridwen and Morfran lean over the cauldron. Morfran appears scared. Ceridwen says, “Dip your hand in.”

Art: Page 2. Morfran stares over the lip of the cauldron as his mother stands over him. Morfran whispers, “Mother…” Ceridwen interrupts him: “Morfran. Do not deny your birthright.” Next panel, Ceridwen lifts Morfran’s hand. Morfran tells her to wait, but she then drags the hand down into the cauldron. Morfran screams. At the bottom of the page, Morfran is in shock as he tears his hand away from the scalding heat of the cauldron. Ceridwen stares in confusion.

Art: Page 3. Morfran drops to the ground and Ceridwen follows: “It burned you,” she says, “What have you done?” Gwion stands in the background, staring. His shocked expression is in focus in the next panel. Something begins whispering into the room, voice emanating from the cauldron. “Gwion,” it says. Gwion looks up and his eyes appear vacant. The voice continues calling, “Gwion Bach.” The final panel shows the room overtaken by smoke from the cauldron, the color an eerie green. The words “Sing your poem unto us” echo through the room but only Gwion reacts.

THE BLACK CAULDRON X THE SONG OF ACHILLES
A young aspiring bard is forced to fill in for the noble he serves in a politically important competition that will decide the future of poetry in a kingdom that perceives art as a means to an end.
#DVpit #GN #YA #F #LGBT #TV #DVArt

Thank you so much! I appreciate the support ✨

Art: Cover art for Those Left Buried, a WIP graphic novel. The main character, Iwan, stands in a dark forest holding a lamp over a body wrapped in sheets lying on the ground.

Art. Referencing the painting “The Meeting on the Stairwell”.

Art. A comic page. Morfran stares over the lip of the cauldron as his mother stands over him. Morfran whispers, “Mother…” Ceridwen interrupts him: “Morfran. Do not deny your birthright.” Next panel, Ceridwen lifts Morfran’s hand. Morfran tells her to wait, but she then drags the hand down into the cauldron. Morfran screams. At the bottom of the page, Morfran is in shock as he tears his hand away from the scalding heat of the cauldron. Ceridwen stares in confusion.

A vertical comic sequence. A bird flies into frame as a woman reaches her hand out for it. It lands in her hand as magic flows around her.

Hi! I’m Len Clouser, a transmasc comic artist seeking agent representation for GN and illustration work. I have an academic background in medieval Welsh literature and gravitate toward YA and Adult fantasy and speculative works.

Portfolio: lenclouser.carrd.co
#WFH #YA #LGBT #TV #DVArt

Your style is adorable!!

Ohh I love the style here. The palette is so pleasing.

Thank you so much!!!

I do 🙂‍↕️

Art. A picture of a Gwion, blond with a circlet around his head and a red tunic on his shoulders, looking up toward the yellowed sky with his eyes closed and expression contemplative. A nightingale sits on his hand. The image is framed by simple illustrations: sequences of a figure falling through fire toward a cauldron, a hand with a bow and arrow, a hand reaching through flames, various animals, and birds.

Art: Page 1 of a comic sequence. Ceridwen stands in a dungeon, facing a solitary bubbling cauldron. Morfran and Gwion stand behind her. Ceridwen says “Well done. Your offering has been accepted.” She pulls Morfran forward, “Quickly now.” Ceridwen and Morfran lean over the cauldron. Morfran appears scared. Ceridwen says, “Dip your hand in.”

Art: Page 2. Morfran stares over the lip of the cauldron as his mother stands over him. Morfran whispers, “Mother…” Ceridwen interrupts him: “Morfran. Do not deny your birthright.” Next panel, Ceridwen lifts Morfran’s hand. Morfran tells her to wait, but she then drags the hand down into the cauldron. Morfran screams. At the bottom of the page, Morfran is in shock as he tears his hand away from the scalding heat of the cauldron. Ceridwen stares in confusion.

Art: Page 3. Morfran drops to the ground and Ceridwen follows: “It burned you,” she says, “What have you done?” Gwion stands in the background, staring. His shocked expression is in focus in the next panel. Something begins whispering into the room, voice emanating from the cauldron. “Gwion,” it says. Gwion looks up and his eyes appear vacant. The voice continues calling, “Gwion Bach.” The final panel shows the room overtaken by smoke from the cauldron, the color an eerie green. The words “Sing your poem unto us” echo through the room but only Gwion reacts.

THE BLACK CAULDRON X THE SONG OF ACHILLES
A brash poet disguises himself as the noble he serves so he can take his place in a contest to determine the king’s bard. He soon becomes trapped by the politics of a competition that is more corrupt than it seems.
#DVpit #GN #YA #F #LGBT #TV #DVArt #OG

Thank you!!!! 💕

Art. A picture of a young man, blond with a circlet around his head and a red tunic on his shoulders, looking up toward the yellowed sky with his eyes closed and expression contemplative. A nightingale sits on his hand. The image is framed by simple illustrations: sequences of a figure falling through fire toward a cauldron, a hand with a bow and arrow, a hand reaching through flames, various animals, and birds.

Art. A man in fine clothing stands in the middle of an elaborate stairwell. The room is dark, with a weak light source coming from above. In the background there is a tapestry, specifically one of the Unicorn Tapestries “The Unicorn Rests in a Garden”).

Art. A double page spread comic sequence. A boy, Taliesin, stands behind a tree in a forest. From one panel to the next, he passes behind the tree and jumps out, having transformed into a blond-white deer. As the deer wanders through the forest, a flowing sequence of words travels through the page, “I was in a multitude of forms before I was unfettered. / I was the radiance of stars. / I was the light of a lantern… / I am not one who does not sing. / I sang in the treetops… Alder at the head of the line, / Spiky Blackthorn… / The skilful Medlar tree. / Armed are trees… / From primroses and flowers, from the blossom of trees and shrubs / …was I made.”

Art. A comic page. A man, Iwan, wakes suddenly from a dream, tearing the covers of his bed away from him as he sits up. He breathes heavily, recovering, as he sits on the edge. He stares out into the bedroom, lit by morning. Slowly, he gets up, rubbing at his eyes and retrieving his glasses. He shuffles toward the door. He pushes his eyeglasses up on his face as he mutters, “Another nightmare…” Iwan blows out a resigned breath as he closes his eyes. He opens his door and steps out into the hallway and down the stairs.

Hi! I’m Len Clouser, a transmasc comic artist seeking agent representation for GN and illustration work. I have an academic background in medieval Welsh literature and gravitate toward YA and Adult fantasy and speculative works!

Portfolio: lenclouser.carrd.co
#WFH #YA #LBGT #TV #DVArt

Art: The cover art of Taliesin, a WIP graphic novel, featuring the main cast (Gwion, Ceridwen, Morfran, and Owain

Art: Page 1 of a comic sequence. Ceridwen stands in a dungeon, facing a solitary bubbling cauldron. Morfran and Gwion stand behind her. Ceridwen says “Well done. Your offering has been accepted.” She pulls Morfran forward, “Quickly now.” Ceridwen and Morfran lean over the cauldron. Morfran appears scared. Ceridwen says, “Dip your hand in.”

Art: Page 2 of a comic sequence. Morfran stares over the lip of the cauldron as his mother stands over him. Morfran whispers, “Mother…” Ceridwen interrupts him: “Morfran. Do not deny your birthright.” Next panel, Ceridwen lifts Morfran’s hand. Morfran tells her to wait, but she then drags the hand down into the cauldron. Morfran screams. At the bottom of the page, Morfran is in shock as he tears his hand away from the scalding heat of the cauldron. Ceridwen stares in confusion.

Art: Page 3. Morfran drops to the ground and Ceridwen follows: “It burned you,” she says, “What have you done?” Gwion stands in the background, staring. His shocked expression is in focus in the next panel. Something begins whispering into the room, voice emanating from the cauldron. “Gwion,” it says. Gwion looks up and his eyes appear vacant. The voice continues calling, “Gwion Bach.” The final panel shows the room overtaken by smoke from the cauldron, the color an eerie green. The words “Sing your poem unto us” echo through the room but only Gwion reacts.

THE BLACK CAULDRON X THE SONG OF ACHILLES
An aspiring poet and commoner disguises himself so he can compete for the position of the king’s bard, but he must decide if he’s willing to censor his art to please the court or stay true to himself and risk losing it all.
#DVpit #OG #YA #F #LBGT #TV #DVArt

Hi Arielle! I’m a graphic novelist, webcomic artist, and illustrator with a niche in YA. I’m available for work as a comic artist and I mostly work in fantasy. Here’s some samples below and, of course, more at my portfolio.

lenclouser.carrd.co

nah, I only made it for myself. Not planning on selling them

Hansry bunnies be upon ye

forgot to post this here… bunnies

late night discussions #kcd2

He’s shy

I would like to earn a #VGenCode!!
2024 was a very unlucky year for me in the field of commissions (legit just one for the whole year). Here's some of my recent work to convince y'all, the first being my only 2024 comm 😅🌠

20 reposts + 100 likes are what it takes to get artist access, apparently 😰

liorlen.bigcartel.com

A screenshot of Kingdom Come Deliverance 1 with Henry and Hans Capon in a forest. Hans is speaking and the subtitles say “Now you're playing with fire, boy, I could have you in the pillory for that - and then with my own two hands l'd... crush your balls. Hahaha!”

why did he say this

always stay vigilant
🫡

that stupid woke content detector google doc has kcd2 as woke and some of the reasons they listed for it had me gasping for air

henry theresa and bianca