Meet Bruh!

A big, musclebound catgirl who doesn't just love to smash skulls, she's lookin' to smash ass with every monster she can find. Her quest is to find and fuck every monster in the manual!

A short personal history.

I (in real life) am a bi/pansexual, 35 year old man. I've been drawing since I was a kid and in the early years it was a lot of Batman and/or Ninja Turtles. Like A LOT. I always thought I wanted to get into comics growing up, and even through high school, graphic illustration was the focus of my AP portfolio. But whenever I'd draw a female character, my mom always had some sort of... comment to make. She still does from time to time. It really narrows you early on and made broadening those horizons, even from just a purely academic lens, a terrifying experience.

I grew up in a shitty, dirt-kicker, wild-west, oil-field hillbilly town in New Mexico. There was no shortage of Rednecks & God fearing Christians, usually one in the same. I didn't grow up in the church structure thank the gods, but the home I grew up in was covertly conservative and definitely repressive. I didn't get a birds and bees talk until I was 18 and moving out on my own, and by then I'd already been have a lot of sex throughout high school, art and fucking were like the only things I'd probably excelled at in that time period.

I used to be a pretty right-leaning, problematic thinker as a result of my surroundings. Now, my parents were pro-LGBT and pro-Choice, and my dad grew up in Kentucky and loathed the racism of the south. That being said, my mom had/has problematic view points I don't remember him ever sharing, but must have turned blind eye to? I'll never know, he's long gone.

My dad was a bit of a rock-a-billy type with no shortage of pinup themed bowling shirts and a lot of COOP art around, so this next part I'm going to tell you I STILL have trouble wrapping my brain around. Sex, the openness of talking about it, the mere thought of it was basically AREA 51. Don't think about it, don't talk about, if there is a sex scene in a movie or show, find a reason to leave the room or something. Like I said the only real 'The Talk" I got was after I'd already started college. There was one other time in grade school after the very first time we watched the puberty video, I told my mom we had watched it, she said tell your father, that's his dept, I told him and he looked up from the computer and said: "Hmm, well, um... if you have any questions I guess just ask?" That was it. I learned about sex from media, adult media, and eventually trial and error.

It's taken my entire adult life, realizing I've been dealing with mental trauma for most of it all, realizing I don't adhere to straight-male mindset, and a global pandemic to make me realize, yeah, I want to draw Orc women with big tits and a Minotaur with a thick rod cumming on a bunch of Pixies or some shit. I like sex. I like naked people. I like that my wife makes adult content, that she's bold and confident enough to explore that side of herself. I like tits, and vagina, and dick, and elf women going cross-eyed from self pleasure, and I want it all to be themed with one of my favorite things in the world, Dungeons and Dragons. I've never really been able to pinpoint what type of artist I wanted to be, and now, halfway into my 30's I GET IT NOW. I just want to draw silly, smutty nonsense, and I want to share it with friends who are interested or at least curious. I think there is a lot of needless shame when it come to sex, but in consensual contexts, with like-minded open/curious people, what's NOT to enjoy.

So please, if this story relates, if you find yourself amused or intrigued, grab your twenty-sided die and your vibrator and join me on this weird little quest to reinvigorate my love of drawing through high-fantasy, Tolkien-esque lewdity. Huzzah!

-Xaq / Bruh!

Meet Amethyst.

This daring rogue is an expert with a dagger and has deadly aim with a throwing knife. Growing up in a family of Dwarven metalsmiths she knows which locks are worth picking and which ones are easier to break. If you catch word on the wind the Amethyst is in town, you better hope you're not on her list...