Alex, a cowboy devil (missing his usual hat), is fixated on something and intense to the point of violence, a fist balled and the other hand flashing outstretched claws. His eyes are as wild as his hair as he hunches over, looking for someone. Not super relevant, but he has big pecs.
[ #CastleWithNoWalls #OC ] started redrawing an old piece until my computer updated in the night. he's lost to time now, just like he is in canon...
Baxter, a satyr demon representative of Belphegor, rests his face on his hand, and arm on a table, gesturing aside to whoever he’s speaking to. Lacking his hat, his horns protrude from his disheveled hair. “Let me be clear with you—“ he starts, his eyes narrowed and brows furrowed, he forces an unnatural grin. “Don’t waste my time again. 💢”
[ #CastleWithNoWalls #OC ] pushing Baxter’s buttons a bit
Wesley, a devil, is drawn from a high angle as he walks across a log to cross a flowing river.
[ #CastleWithNoWalls #OC ] where tf are you going!!! (walking a fine line)
[ #CastleWithNoWalls #OC ] And his first name was Belphegor
CW Smoking Hannum, a yellow, middle-aged devil, leans down with an unlit cigarette, graciously leaning down to his cohort Ratzy, a living plush, who smokes his own cigarette. He struggles to meet Hannum in the middle-- he stands on his own tail, offering up a lit match. While Hannum seems unconcerned with anything, Ratzy looks at the viewer with his singular eye with a mix of shame and frustration, none of which is directed to his friend. Grime and smoke swirls behind them, Hannum's hair disheveled under his hat, betraying both Hannum's poise as well as an elegant boarder that frames them both. The deep black hues of their designs are impacted by the smoke, revealing color.
[ #CastleWithNoWalls #OC ] a rat who tells you to mind your own business
[ #CastleWithNoWalls #OC ] go rat boy go!!!!
Hannum, a rather theatrical devil, currently with his hat off, a tiny poppy flower resting on the inner rim, casts his hand aside dramatically with a gentle grimace. Simultaneously, Ratzy, a living plush-creature-thing, wrings his flat plush hands together, his eye closed. They both conclude: "Can't be helped." There's also a profile of Hannum, showing the side of his head. he pouts a bit and furrows his brows as if unhappy to be stared at.
[ #CastleWithNoWalls #OC ] customer service nightmare
Clyde, a devil clad in a sort-of hodgepodge of historic American military attire, sits reclined against a saloon bar, unlabeled beer bottle in hand. The demon's face is flushed, but his gaze is stern and irritated. "I should kill you," he starts, twirling the neck of the bottle around idly, "but I'm not... No, I'm not in the mood. Let's both put a pin in it." For reference, if not for his momentary vice, a violent fight would have begun.
[ #CastleWithNoWalls #OC #Repost ] for the love of everyone, keep sucking on that bottle
Wesley, a bald-headed imp looking demon with a shit-eating grin and dark eyes holds what could be a nickel, bent over, tail flicking about. "Nice paycheck, dumbass. Was this before or after taxes?" He jeers, his free hand toying with the lip of his pants pocket-- not even with intention to pocket the coin for himself, but probably just stimming his shit. Technically, he should be saying "Nice wages, dumbass," but I used the more-modern term paycheck for immediate viewer comprehension, at least on the understanding this is a singular wage payment. The use of the word paycheck is actually several decades past his time.
[ #CastleWithNoWalls #OC ] lousy pickpocketing devil
together til daybreak, just not quite there yet #CastleWithNoWalls #OCs
A 10 frame pagedoll for my Grundo's Cafe shop, with my neopet versions of Hannum and Ratzy. Hannum's allowed a little stache-twirling. #CastleWithNoWalls
In a redraw of Shinji throwing the beer bottle, Baxter-- after being fed poisoned booze by Sylvia and Chanticleer-- throws the bottle at them. It bounces off of Sylvia's head, and then shatters on Chanticleer's. Baxter is noted as "unaffected by poison." Sylvia is noted as having been "foiled." Chanticleer is noted as being "foiled as well."
how it looks when your demon conspirators end up as your busted situationship from hell (this counts as #CastleWithNoWalls lore)
Mary lunges, a wooden stake in hand, the other hand extended.
[ #CastleWithNoWalls #OC ] really loose mary doodle
Mary, sitting in tight fetal position, clutches her knees wide-eyed before a swirl of devilish faces. She seems afraid of them, but maybe she's only cautioning the viewer to what she can see. Mary is the leading protagonist of my up and coming webcomic, Fire in a Castle with No Walls!
[ #CastleWithNoWalls #OC ] goth girl acutely aware of the horrors and the horrors and the horrors and
Baxter sitting, his arms crossed. another drawing shows him trying to placate another party, and another shows him looking at crude drawings of himself, broken down into his simplest shapes. "Yeah ok." He huffs. He is knowingly circular.
[ #CastleWithNoWalls #OC ] a time i tried to draw baxter, a very monochromatic character, colorfully. featuring the baxter glyph
A short, monochromatic satyr demon with golden eyes stands with pen and paper in hand, looking sharply dressed. The picture's a bit awkwardly cropped because the references I've been posting are size-accurate with one another and Baxter's on the smaller side lol. He stands before a faded photograph of a field of oil rigs. The webcomic's name, Fire in a Castle with No Walls, is presented beside her. It's a queer southern-gothic historic fiction.
who could forget dear baxter... the belphegor casting a mighty shadow over #CastleWithNoWalls' setting
Mary, who gives a sort-of cowgirl Wednesday Adams vibe, stands with rifle in hand, casting a heavy glance behind herself. Her hair cascades in braids down her shoulders, the ends of her dress dirty and frayed. She stands before a faded photograph of a church. The webcomic's name, Fire in a Castle with No Walls, is presented beside her. It's a queer southern-gothic historic fiction.
it's mary!! leading lady of #CastleWithNoWalls, which is to say, the leading force of change
Wesley, a devil of twink-like stature, stands with a pitchfork in the crook of his elbows, his thumbs behind his suspenders. He grins with a mouthful of sharp teeth, perhaps friendly, perhaps untrustrworthy-- certainly both. He stands before a faded, burning photograph of a field with an old wooden fence. The webcomic's name, Fire in a Castle with No Walls, is presented beside him. It's a queer southern-gothic historic fiction.
it's wesley!! leading bastard in my southern-gothic webcomic, #CastleWithNoWalls, which has been a long time coming
