January 2023 Sketches

To start off the new year, some video game crushes- the Pirate Champion from Neopets for Tera, and Tiny Tiger's Werewolf skin for Mornil. Enjoy!

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The nameless Pirate Champion of Scarbeard had forgotten a lot of things over his long career- the lapine bruiser had forgotten his name, his place of birth, his family- but he didn't forget strength. Or the thrill of victory. Every time would-be heroes came against him and he won, his intricate tattoos would grow- but what was to happen when his body ran out of room? It seemed those magical tattoos had an answer- they would simply make more of him. Bit by bit, new strength had been pumped into his body, feeding his muscles with each hard-fought victory. His body had grown beyond massive as a result, making the hulking lapine pirate an absolute beast of a man, and an undefeated juggernaut for several years.

The champion's chest alone was as wide as a broadside and thick as the Revenge's hull. His enormous arms dwarfed the cannons of his home ship, his biceps like an entire stack of cannonballs, his engorged triceps like sails under full wind. His sprawling shoulders jutted out wide, and his neck was thick as a mast. His gigantic torso and heaving lats sometimes felt like they took up a whole deck, with rippling, barrel-thick legs to hold it all up. A large foot planted on another treasure chest he had won for the crew, and a cannon tucked under his rippling arm, the metal ready to crack under the pressure of the surging power in that tensed bicep, the champion began to court ambitious ideas- surely, amongst pirates, the strongest should be calling the shots as captain, no? And yet, here he was, the biggest and strongest pirate sailing, still just Scarbeard's hired muscle. He would have to talk to Scarbeard about that… and see if the old buccaneer would dare tell him "no" when he could bend him into a pretzel.

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Tiny Tiger could not be accused of suffering from an overabundance of intelligence. But after thinking about it until he hurt his head, he decided that being a werewolf was awesome. Truth be told, he had no idea how it even happened- he had terrorized so many animals beyond just Crash and his friends that maybe a wolf had bitten him at one point, but it didn't matter. He had always been stronger than anyone- besides maybe Koala Kong- but now he was stronger-er! And could definitely squash Koala Kong, nevermind those stupid bandicoots that Cortex kept sending him after.

As a werewolf, he had an insatiable hunger that kept the tasmanian tiger lunging after every scrap of meat he could to continue fueling his growing body. He finally had some respectably sized legs- a pair of oak trunks that bristled with power, but as before, they paled in comparison to his upper body. His chest pushed forward and out, two meaty pecs jutting past his muzzle, while his immense, sculpted arms leapt and inflated in size at the slightest provocation, his flexed bicep swelling up like a boulder. His torso had widened to match his chest as well, with thick, meaty lats and cobblestone abs. No one had mentioned to Tiny, however, the virility a werewolf would pack- it was hard to tell what part of his jeans would burst apart first, the denim stretched over his thick quadriceps, or his zipper and inseam somehow managing to hold back a burgeoning bulge that had definitely gotten bigger with each full moon. Tiny had never felt so powerful and strong, and never hungrier- he was ready to rampage out on the countryside, and if he came across any would-be victims, maybe he'd show them a good time- who could turn down a stud like him, now?