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E. M. Fields (on hiatus)
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comic artist and illustrator. he/him. email me at emfieldsart at gmail for commission inquiries!
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Amalghast. Actually a form of tomb mold which conglomerates skeletal remains in the dungeon into an ambulatory mass. Often controlled by swamp witches or druids.

Inspired by the Wizardry art cards.
A hideous skeletal monstrosity lurches towards you. Roughly humanoid, but it has 3 arms, one wielding a spiked club, and a pig's skull. Guts and tendons hang gruesomely from its bones.
August 4, 2025 at 7:27 PM
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SWALLOWTAIL.
Page 1 of the comic "Swallowtail" by E. M. Fields. The first panel shows a vista from atop a high tower overlooking the surface of the Omegadungeon - a vast labyrinth world cloaked in permanent eclipse. A Drakencult soldier in rad draconic armor rushes to the balcony and points and shouts - "It's Swallowtail!" The titular thief, dressed in dark blue leather and with their iconic swallowtail cape, leaps from the parapet. They glance back at the pursuing soldiers, showing the snarling bronze demon mask covering the lower half of their face. The next six panels show a montage of the drakencult soldiers readying crossbows and firing at the fleeing, free-falling Swallowtail! Swallowtail falls towards a long red banner hanging from a neighboring tower, grabbing it at the last moment and swinging away from the hail of crossbow bolts. In the final panel they are running away, clutching a skeletal urn with gold coins spilling out of it as they make their escape... The second, final page of the Swallowtail comic by E. M. Fields. Swallowtail runs down the spiral steps of the tower, drakencult hot on their heels. A hug, brutish drakencult soldier with a two-handed bardiche ambushes them from around the curve of the stairs, tackling them both off the edge as they land in a heap below. Struggling over the bardiche and Swallowtail's dagger, the soldier reaches towards them menacingly - "Now we'll see what's REALLY under that mask!" With his hand grasping the metal maw, Swallowtail barks back - "IT'S NOT A MASK." As the jaws of the 'mask' come to life and clamp down on the soldier's hand... The final panel is Swallowtail running towards the reader, urn and gold in one hand and dagger in the other, swallowtail cape streaming behind them, and the soldier's bloody hand gripped in their metal teeth.
July 31, 2025 at 9:17 PM
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Screenshot of Mark Zuckerberg's original texts to a friend about the creation of the original Facebook. He says "Yeah so if you ever need info about anyone at Harvard Just ask. I have over 4,000 emails, pictures, addresses, SNS" Friend replies: "What? How'd you manage that one?" Zuckerberg: "People just submitted it. I don't know why. They 'trust me'. Dumb fucks."
July 30, 2025 at 3:59 PM
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#PortfolioDay

I'm E. M. Fields, I make sci-fi and fantasy art and comics! I love to work on TTRPG projects and indie videogames, and do personal commissions. I can do concept art as well as key art/marketing art. You can always check out my media tab or my website emfieldsart.com for more!
A scene from in the VIP pit of a Lancer mech duel in the Grand Arena of Throne Karrakis. Colorful pennants sway in the breeze high above the stadium. Huge shades that look like translucent petals shade the spectators, seated in the sandy white gallery stands. The architecture flows and curves rather than being rectilinear or purely circular. Pointed archways from the main arcade level. Ornate fluorescent light chandeliers light up the shaded stands. On the Field, a massive black Lancer frame lunges forward with a black broadsword, boosted forward with back-mounted rockets. A red ponytail flows from its helm. Parrying the blow in a shower of sparks is a sage green Lancer frame with a curved scimitar-like sword. It pirouettes on digitigrade legs, its blue cape tails swirling in the arena dust. It is adorned with golden filigree. In the pit, two factions face off, each representing their frame in demeanor and attire. On the left, matched with the black knight mecha, a cadre of nobles (perhaps from the House of Stone), all in black and red and metal and furs, stand haughtily. The main one raises her whiskey glass in smug superiority. She has dark skin and an undercut hairstyle of red hair. Next to her is an older man, bald and bearded, with dark skin and a grumpy expression. On the right, representing perhaps the House of Glass, a rakish young noble lifts his wine glass in mocking salute. He has twin swords on his belt and an orange cape. Next to him is a beautiful noblewoman in a dress covered in rose-like flowers. a chain veil covers her face. Behind them, vidscreens show alternate angles of the mech duel, including shots from the cockpits of each frame, showing the determination and effort of each Lancer that pilots them. An Everest-pattern Lancer frame, destroyed in battle, kneeling in a snowy, ashy battlefield in the middle of a ruined city under an overcast sky. The pilot huddles near a portable heater nestled between the frame's legs. Illustration of a Cleric of Deneir. He is a stout man with light skin and thinning hair. He is wearing green and earth-tone medieval garb. He has a leather breastplate over a green tunic, with a fringed green cowl over it all. The cowl has metal plates sewn in the fringe. He has a leather belt, from which hangs a dagger with an antler handle, a metal flanged mace, a leather purse, and a leather book holster containing a large bound book. Also hanging from the belt is a metal reliquary that looks a bit like a tall and thin bird cage. Within it is an eagle feather quill. On his back is strapped a rucksack, a wooden shield, and a crossbow. He has eagle eye googles pushed up on his forehead - they are styled after an eagle with a beak and feather designs. He is looking at his hand in bemusement - a small black-scaled wyvern is perched on it, looking back at him. Beside him is an array of all his inventory items. The shield can be seen to have a design on the front of the iconography of the god Deneir - an eye, the pupil an equilateral triangle, and a lit candle above, within some circular designs. Art by E.M. Fields depicting characters from Fay Lanark's novel The Reverse Tower. Left to right is Zolei with her globe of sun magick zipping around her body; Vost, using his bone magick to playfully levitate a human skull; and Beshtl, who has the power to bend and pull on physical space and is casually disappearing the sleepywax smoke from his favorite pipe. Art by E.M. Fields depicting characters from Fay Lanark's novel The Reverse Tower. Left to right is Zolei with her globe of sun magick zipping around her body; Vost, using his bone magick to playfully levitate a human skull; and Beshtl, who has the power to bend and pull on physical space and is casually disappearing the sleepywax smoke from his favorite pipe.
July 8, 2025 at 8:27 PM
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Really enjoyed Predator: Killer of Killers so I made a Yautja OC. They call her "the black widow"...
A Yautja alien from the Predator franchise. She has dark blue-gray skin and dull red markings that form a black widow style hourglass on her forehead. Her dreadlocks have teeth from various hunted species dangling from them. Her armor is a coppery color. Her main weapon is twin wristblades that can extend and rotate.
July 7, 2025 at 6:48 PM
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Cleric of Deneir Commission. I love doing characters like this! Thank you to all my commissioners!
Illustration of a Cleric of Deneir. He is a stout man with light skin and thinning hair. He is wearing green and earth-tone medieval garb. He has a leather breastplate over a green tunic, with a fringed green cowl over it all. The cowl has metal plates sewn in the fringe. He has a leather belt, from which hangs a dagger with an antler handle, a metal flanged mace, a leather purse, and a leather book holster containing a large bound book. Also hanging from the belt is a metal reliquary that looks a bit like a tall and thin bird cage. Within it is an eagle feather quill. On his back is strapped a rucksack, a wooden shield, and a crossbow. He has eagle eye googles pushed up on his forehead - they are styled after an eagle with a beak and feather designs. He is looking at his hand in bemusement - a small black-scaled wyvern is perched on it, looking back at him. Beside him is an array of all his inventory items. The shield can be seen to have a design on the front of the iconography of the god Deneir - an eye, the pupil an equilateral triangle, and a lit candle above, within some circular designs.
June 30, 2025 at 6:48 PM
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#makeaterriblecomicday2025 ape mode
“Make a terrible comic day” comic: panel 1, me drawing an ape for work. Panel 2, the ape drawing. Panel 3, a self portrait suspiciously similar to the ape drawing, me thinking “good”.
June 24, 2025 at 10:22 PM
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Show me how you draw armour.🛡️
A woman in 15th century jousting full plate. Her armor is green metal. Her sallet helm looks like a snarling lioness. She is blonde, with a very long braid. She has cold blue eyes, and three jagged scars (from a lion attack perhaps?) running down her face. She has lost her nose, and replaced it with a gold prosthetic. A death knight standing before you. He has straight balck hair and corpsepaint makeup. His left hand is amputated and the metal of his armor is melted over it. He has a cinqueada style dagger at his belt and is wielding a simple but thick mace. In the chestplate of his iron armor there is a cage holding a red wax candle that's lit and melting. A death knight, kneeling, supported by the crossguard of her longsword, considering a black raven feather. Her face is little more than a skull, mummified skin stretched taut. She has long white hair and blue warpaint. Science-fantasy golden armor, very brutish and heavy looking. The massive helm has 3 vertical eyeslits, glowing red.
May 29, 2025 at 4:33 PM
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Enfield's inventory
Enfield, a half-elf woman with short white hair kept back in a headband, wearing leather armor, kneeling with her inventory spread on the ground before her: 1. Rucksack 2. Bedroll 3. Flint and steel, tinderbox 4. Steel short sword 5. Vial 6. Glass Bottle - unknown liquid, red, smells of almonds. Suspected healing draught 7. Tallow candles 8. Hand mirror with rotating handle 9. Chalk 10. Coinpurse 11. Leather wineflask - mushroom wine 12. Cheroot leaves 13. Halfling tobacco 14. 50 foot of rope 15. Slow match 16. Iron Stakes, Pitons, Nails 17. Elvish seax - watered steel blade and antler handle 18. Waterskin 19. Dwarvish darksteel axe and prybar 20. Dungeon rations - hardtack, jerky, dried fruit and mushrooms, hard cheese 21. Ball of twine 22. Needle, fishhook, plumb
May 23, 2025 at 4:11 AM
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Duel
A scene from in the VIP pit of a Lancer mech duel in the Grand Arena of Throne Karrakis. Colorful pennants sway in the breeze high above the stadium. Huge shades that look like translucent petals shade the spectators, seated in the sandy white gallery stands. The architecture flows and curves rather than being rectilinear or purely circular. Pointed archways from the main arcade level. Ornate fluorescent light chandeliers light up the shaded stands. On the Field, a massive black Lancer frame lunges forward with a black broadsword, boosted forward with back-mounted rockets. A red ponytail flows from its helm. Parrying the blow in a shower of sparks is a sage green Lancer frame with a curved scimitar-like sword. It pirouettes on digitigrade legs, its blue cape tails swirling in the arena dust. It is adorned with golden filigree. In the pit, two factions face off, each representing their frame in demeanor and attire. On the left, matched with the black knight mecha, a cadre of nobles (perhaps from the House of Stone), all in black and red and metal and furs, stand haughtily. The main one raises her whiskey glass in smug superiority. She has dark skin and an undercut hairstyle of red hair. Next to her is an older man, bald and bearded, with dark skin and a grumpy expression. On the right, representing perhaps the House of Glass, a rakish young noble lifts his wine glass in mocking salute. He has twin swords on his belt and an orange cape. Next to him is a beautiful noblewoman in a dress covered in rose-like flowers. a chain veil covers her face. Behind them, vidscreens show alternate angles of the mech duel, including shots from the cockpits of each frame, showing the determination and effort of each Lancer that pilots them.
May 19, 2025 at 6:40 PM
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Escape
Looking into the porthole of an escape pod in space. A femme lancer in a space suit and helmet looks out, sweating but relieved, her hand touching the glass. Reflected in the glass we see she's looking at an explosion in high orbit above a planet. She's escaped... she made it.
May 15, 2025 at 4:58 PM
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Hoefenwives, for #mermay.

Troxy void-jacks beware of faerie-lights out in Iron Shoals...
Illustration of a pair of space mermaids, know as hoefenwives to starfarers. They are resting on a rusty meteoroid infested with some sort of green fungus. They have blue translucent skin that reveals internal organs. Blinking bioluminescence covers their fan-like tails. They have upper bodies that are shaped like beautiful women, but their eyes glow ominously like a predatory cat. They have "hair" that looks more like the mane of a jellyfish.
May 3, 2025 at 6:48 PM
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Page 9 Panel 1: Enfield asks: "...anyone tried pulling it?" as she readies her axe. Panel 2: the group looks chagrined. Vickers sighs dramatically. Panel 3: Enfield's axe in her hand. It has a crowbar-like tip on the handle. Panel 4: the crowbar end goes into the "lock", slotting downwards and gripping. Panel 5 and 6: with a gentle heave Enfield pulls the door with her crowbar-axe. Slowly at first and then fairly easily it pivots down its center line, revolving open towards the group, revealing a dark passage beyond. Page 10 Panel 1: The squad gathers their gear up and gets ready to proceed. "Onward." says Enfield. Panel 2: The titular door, open now. Panel 3. An iron spike wedges the door open. No one who passes this way will have to solve the "puzzle" again. END.
April 22, 2025 at 9:32 PM
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Page 5 Panel 1: Enfield glances down with a pained but patronizing expression, her cheroot burned down to the nub. "Let's let Sten have a go, yea?" Panel 2: Webley, with giant watery eyes tearing up - "Yib" Panel 3: Enfield pats a quietly sobbing Webley. Sten marches towards the door confidently, with dwarven tools in hand. "Ya, me Stone-ken'll find just the right cleft." Panel 4: Sten touches the stone of the door, sensing some aspect of the worked stone that only dwarves are sensitive to. Panels 5-9: a montage sequence - Sten carefully measures along the door using his outstretched thumb and pinky as a measuring stick. He draws in chalk on the door, indicating some sort of ley line. He scrawls careful geometric diagrams, culminating in an X in a precise spot on the door. He raises his chisel, carefully aiming it. Sweat beads on his brow in concentration. Page 6 Panel 1: Sten applies a solid but not forceful hammer blow to the chisel. Nothing happens. Panel 2: a beat - Sten looks with anticipation but nothing continues to happen. Panel 3: Sten hammers away at the chisel wildly with loud reverberations - DNK DNK DNK DNK - the group looks on expectantly, Webley jumping in time with the hammer blows in excitement. Panel 4: The chisel shatters in Sten's hand! Panel 5: Sten looks down at the broken tool in his hand with a shocked expression - "Urk--!" Panel 6: Bren looms behind Sten, shoving him aside gruffly with a huge furry paw. "Stand aside, dwarf." Her voice booms. Page 7 Panel 1: Close up of Bren's eyes, filled with determination. "See now how this door fares 'gainst the thews of Bren, the Giantess." Panel 2: Bren approaches the door confidently, her giant bulk dwarfing it. Sten pouts to the side, quietly - "HALF-giantess." he corrects the record. Panel 3: Bren's mighty arms come down in a double axe handle blow on the unyielding stone with a WHAM. GRAAAH she chuffs in exertion. Page 8 Panel 1: Deep within the halls of stone beneath the Omegadungeon, Bren pounds fruitlessly on the stone door. BAM BAM WHAM WHAM.| Panel 2: Bren tries to grip the bottom of the door, to perhaps lift it like a portcullis. Nothing happens; she sweats and URFs with the strain. Panel 3: Bren heaves and huffs, resting against the door, exhausted. The door remains resolute and unmoved. The dungeoneers are stymied. Panel 4: The group sits in a circle around the lantern. Bren and Sten play cards. Vickers knits. Webley sleeps curled up like a dog. Enfield sits in thought... Panel 5: Enfield perks up with a "Hey!" Panel 6: Everyone turns and looks at Enfield, expectantly but mildly perturbed.
April 22, 2025 at 9:32 PM
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Page 1 Panel 1: the stone door, in a dark and dank dungeon. Fungal roots surround it. Panel 2: The Picker's Guild local no. 666 observes the door nervously - Sten, a dark-skinned masc dwarf with geometric hair and a metallic eye; Webley, a big-eyed kobold; Bren, a half-giantess with white fur and horns; Enfield, a femme half-elf with white hair and freckles; and Vickers, a dark-skinned androgynous figure in a cowl with makeup adorning the top half of their face. Sat atop Vickers head is Welrod, a grapefruit sized imp, frog like with bat wings. Panel 3: Enfield lights her cheroot with a slow match. "Awright Vickers, whatchu see?" Panel 4: Vickers raises a large glass marble to their eye and observes the door through it cautiously. Page 2 Panel 1: Vickers turns back to the group. "No Dweomer. No Glamer. Worked stone." Panel 2: Enfield blows out a cloud of cheroot smoke. "Right." Panel 3: The group cautiously approaches the door. Webley sniffs the ground, Enfield taps ahead with a 10 foot pole. TK TK TK. Panel 4: The pole touches the door with a 'TAK'. Panel 5: Enfield glances approvingly at Webley. No traps triggered! Panel 6 and 7: Enfield blows a cloud of cheroot smoke carefully at the crack under the door. The smoke sucks beneath it with a 'fwssshh'! Page 3 Panel 1: "A passage!" exclaims Enfield triumphantly. "Check it, Webley." Panel 2: Webley affirms with an excited "Yip!" Panel 3 and 4: Webley sniffs around the door, inspecting it all over with his sensitive and wet kobold nose. He arrives at the conspicuous lock shaped hole in the door... Panel 5: viewing out from within the lock, we see straight up Webley's snoot and his excited eyes. Panel 6: Webley pulls aside his raggedy garments, revealing a neck adorned with DOZENS of keys of all descriptions. His pupils reflect the lock as he grins excitedly. Page 4 Panel 1: Some time later - a pile of used and discarded keys on the dungeon floor. Among them is an iron spoon. Another falls onto the pile with a 'tnk'... Panel 2: Everyone has clearly been waiting for a bit and have grown bored. Vickers knits, Bren plays with some knotted rope. Enfield and Sten are smoking. Webley tries another key, unsuccessfully, and throws it over his shoulder frantically. Panel 3 and 4: Sten looks at Enfield, shrugging silently, as if to say "how long do we entertain this?" Enfield shrugs back sheepishly in return. Panel 5: Enfield reaches a gentle hand to Webley's shoulder. "Ay, Webs..." "Yeep?" Webley chirps in response.
April 22, 2025 at 9:32 PM
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You Come to a Door, a short comic 🧵 (1/4):
Cover page to a comic titled "You Come to a Door", a random Omegadungeon encounter by artist E. M. Fields. "You Come to a Door" is in an ornate medieval blackletter style typeface, on a black field, above a white drawing of a stone door set in a stone archway. There is a carved skull in the center of the door.
April 22, 2025 at 9:32 PM
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I'm looking for comics interior work and available now - here's a few example pages, and some more at my website: emfieldsart.com/comics
A comic. panel 1: A distant shot of fantasy travelers with a wagon. panel 2: a dwarf being lifted up by her orc companion in a dungeon to look into a barrow-hole. She's saying "God's Blood! Damn Cobwebs!". The orc merely says "Hm." Panel 3: The dwarf is fixing the wagon's broken wheel. The orc is working a foot bellows for her forge. She says "Gods-damned busted-ass cart needs a new king bolt... why don't you smith one up, Erebera?". The orc says "Mm." Panel 4: The travelers walk in the rain. Erebera has her cloak above her head. The orc has a lily pad on his head to block the rain. Erebera is complaining: "I hate the rain! I hate being wet! I hate soggy rations! I hate mud in my boots!" The orc replies "Mm-hm." Panels 5-7: The orc and Erebera are sat by their campfire at night. Erebera says "feet hurt, hands ache, coinpurse light, belly empty-" as she takes off her boots. The orc silently hands her a green apple. She snuggles up against him in the glow of the fire and chomps in, happy a comic page. panel 1: a rear shot of a figure entering a modest tent, containing a cot, a chest of drawers, and a small camp stove. a mirror is on one wall. the figure is dropping a gun holster. a 9 panel grid in the center of the page: scenes of the figure, a young woman, taking off her armor, her boots, her clothes except for a tabard. she drops used bullets into a pan on the camp stove, melting the lead. she holds her hood over the stove, inhaling the fumes of the melting lead like incense. she holds up a comb, also made from spent brass. she pulls hairpins made from bullets from her long black hair, letting it spill down to be combed. last panel: she gazes into the melted pool, sweat pouring from her face scarred with powder burns. the whole scene has the air of a magic ritual. A comic page. panel 1: a young girl, about 12, with dark skin and dark curly hair, wearing a green jumpsuit, climbs onto a barrel in a busy fantasy spaceport scene, trying to get a better looks at something. panel 2: she stands on tiptoes, trying to see over the throng of strange aliens. panel 3 and 4: in the distance, a bald man with dark skin and a curly beard is walking down the gangplank of a landed ship. The girl asks, almost to herself: "Baba?" Panels 5-8: The girl runs through the streets of the spaceport, past many alien creatures, following the man, trying to get his attention, shouting "Baba! Baba! Baba, wait! Baba it's me!" Panels 9-12: The girl is running and not looking, not realizing she's about to collide with a scene - a gaggle of street urchins are distracting a large green frog or fish-like alien in red and gold finery. one of them approaches with a dagger, clearly intending to cut the alien's coinpurse from his belt and run. The girl runs into him headlong, sending the whole tableau tumbling... A comic page. panel 1: "Throne. The Spires." a scene of the Spire district of the city of Throne from the webcomic Kill Six Billion Demons. panel 2: close up on a man's face, running, looking over his shoulder, breathing heavily. He has dark hair, a goatee, and an eyepatch over his right eye. Panel 3: medium low angle shot of the man running, tilted. "Outta my way!" he shouts as he knocks over an alien pedestrian. Coins from the long metal box he's carrying spill everywhere as horrified denizens of the streets of Throne look on. panel 4: the man runs towards a floating sky ship, berthed at a spire dock. panel 5: he leaps over the gangway onto the ship, knocking down a porter.
March 10, 2025 at 3:34 AM
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I’m a ladder toss man
A ladder toss game set
March 7, 2025 at 6:09 PM
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Picker’s Guild Local no. 666
A band of crusty dungeoneers in black and white. At the fore is Enfield, a pale freckled half-elf woman wielding an axe and dagger, wearing a tough leather coat and gambeson. She has a headband holding back a short crop of white hair. She has tired eyes and is smoking a cheroot. To her right in the front rank is Webley, a kobold. He is in a ragged cloak, with a cropped tail, wielding a hammer and spike. Many keys are visible under his rags. To Enfield’s left is Sten, a dwarf man. He has dark skin and a geometric hair style and long curly beard. His right eye is a metal prosthesis. He has ornate ring armor, and a short sword and hammer. In the back rank is Bren, a half-giantess. She is a hulking white-furred creature with horns. Her hair is in elaborate plaits wrapped around her whole body. A massive two handed mace is on her shoulder. Beside her is Vickers and Welrod. Vickers is a tall lanky person with dark skin. Their face has some form of solid makeup applied to the entire top half. Their gear is monk or nun-like, long robes and a sort of habit or cowl. In their hands is a magical device, though which runs a long thin scarf-like band of woven fabric and beads. Welrod, their familiar, squats atop their head. Welrod is a small melon-sized frog-like demonic being with bat wings, horns, and goat-like eyes.
March 5, 2025 at 10:00 PM
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“The Serrated Spear that Shreds Injustice” - the personal mech of Baron Tolove-Burr of the minor House of Fish in the Karrakin Trade Baronies. #lancer

Commission from 2023.
A scene inside a large hangar space. There's a holographic projection of a beach at sunset taking over the industrial space. Real sand has been spread over the metal floor, appearing to have been placed through a static or magnetic process. On the sand sits a huge quadrupedal mech frame. It is white and blue and gold. It has huge sweeping shoulder pauldrons covered in delicate filigree. It's wielding a lance-like weapon in one hand that crawls with organic pipework. Standing proudly in front is the Baron, a rich man showing off a favored toy. He is stout and brown-skinned with long dark hair and beard. He has a halo-like crown and gold and teal armor, a long blue cape dragging in the sand, and a jeweled ceremonial curved dagger at his waist.
March 4, 2025 at 6:45 PM
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My son, Billy Bean, is 15 years old. He’s very sick right now and in the animal ER and I’m worried about him. I don’t think he has much longer with us. I’ve known for awhile he would be going soon but I’m still not ready 💔
An orange cat named Billy bean sleeping peacefully in a cat tower by a window
February 3, 2025 at 12:50 AM
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Had to go outside today 😒 (15 minutes)
Self portrait of the artist in an n95 mask
January 23, 2025 at 7:24 PM
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I've done parties before! The price is much higher of course 😉
image of a DnD party strolling down a sunset beach. There's a human warlock in an overcoat, a warforged fighter, a firbolg druid with a wooden staff adorned with flowers, a gnome bard with a huge zither on her back, and a half-elf monk wearing sunglasses. In the background is a coastal city watched over by a rusted hulking construct.
January 22, 2025 at 5:22 PM
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More Lancer samples:
A heavily customized Barbarossa frame Lancer mech. It's covered in moss and vegetation from being in deep storage for years, but it has some brand new command and control hardware and CIWS cannons bolted to it. It's kneeling down to offer a manipulator to the pilot. A Lich-pattern Lancer frame and the pilot. The Lich has a black hole for a 'head' and is wielding an energy-based greatsword. The pilot is a Black man with an afro and a blue headband, standing at the ready in a grey cloak and wielding a bullpup sniper rifle. A modified Tortuga-class Lancer frame, marching forward in desert camo wielding a long range sniper cannon. custom Lancer metalmark frame, in grey and blue camo with red accents.
January 21, 2025 at 10:20 PM
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My Art Commissions are currently OPEN! 5 slots, first come first served. Shares greatly appreciated.
emfieldsart@gmail.com art commissions! Lancer frames full color no background: $400 Lancer pilots full color no background: $200 both together discount price: $500 all tiers come with complimentary hex, circle, and square tokens for pfps, avatars, battlemaps, etc. emfieldsart@gmail.com Lancer portrait commissions! $125 full color with choice of 4 cockpit backgrounds. +$75 for a custom background, discounted to +$50 if you let me re-use the custom background as a standard option. emfieldsart@gmail.com TTRPG character art commissions! Characters full color no background: $200 Characters black and white no background: $150 Character inventory items (up to 6): +$30, +$5 each additional item. My Commissions are OPEN! First come, first serve. Full payment up front. PayPal preferred. After we agree to terms, you send the creative brief and once I receive full payment, I will send sketches for initial approval. My goal is to finish the piece 2 weeks from first sketch approval. I will send progress images at each stage. Excessive revisions will incur further charges at my hourly rate. Listed prices are for the presented options ONLY. Personal use, non-exclusive rights. For commercial work or different personal commission inquiries, email me at emfieldsart@gmail.com
January 21, 2025 at 10:20 PM