Taruth3mighty - The Lorekeeper

I finally did it. I finally drew Portia in Riffraff with their "disguises" now the gang is all complete...

uh extra doodle + actual avatars below

THIS IS SICK AS FUCK, EVERYONE CHECK THIS OUT It's like an AU Credits to 'adrn' on youtube

This was inspired from a fic written by @DragonRoar87 on Ao3 called 'To a Better Me'.

I love the idea of Quincy going into choir so much that I had to draw him singing and coming to love it!

what happens when Player isn't around

When someone else brushes your hair for you and it hurts way more than when you do it yourself.

(A random DW Skit idea I had to write down because it's hilarious in my opinion)

Suzie: Hey, Quincy?

Quincy: What is it?

Suzie: Can you brush my hair? I've been trying to get into the habit recently, but I can't seem to get the brush through.

*Proceeds to show her knotted hair to Quincy*

Quincy: OH MY LOUIS, WHAT IS THAT??

Suzie: My hair, why?

Quincy: WE NEED TO FIX THAT MESS RIGHT AWAY! NO DILLY DALLYING, CHOP CHOP!

Suzie: Okay, rude much- WOAH!

A few minutes later...

TJ: I'm back and I got us some snacks from-

Suzie: AHH!!

TJ: HOLY SHIT!

Quincy: SUZIE! Hold still, I'm trying to untangle this RIFFRATS NEST that is your hair at the moment.

TJ: What did I just walk in on?

Suzie: I asked Quincy if he could- ow... help me brush my hair- OW! Now I'm not so sure if I want him to be the one to do it anymore.

Quincy: Well it's too late for you to change your mind now, because I shall not cease until every last knot and tangle has been purged!

TJ: Dude, you look like you're ripping her hair out.

Quincy: Wha- DON'T BLAME ME, HER HAIR IS LONGER AND MORE DIFFICULT TO UNRAVEL!

TJ: Doesn't mean you should yank on it full force, man.

Quincy: How else am I going to brush between the strands?

TJ: Brush between the- That is literally the same thing!

Quincy: What do you mean?

TJ: Like... why would you be worried about not brushing between the strands... when a brush already does that by default??

Quincy: I don't follow.

Suzie: OW! QUINCY!! CAN YOU STOP PULLING MY HAIR?!

Quincy: If you don't want it to hurt, then STOP MOVING!

*TJ takes a deep breath, listening to the two of them argue as he suddenly gets an idea*

TJ: You got a comb?

Quincy: There's one on the dresser, why?

TJ: Can I borrow it?

Quincy: I don't suppose why not...

TJ: Cool.

*He goes to grab a comb off the dresser before walking back towards Quincy*

TJ: You don't mind if I comb your hair, do you?

Quincy: What would possess you to wish to comb my hair?

TJ: No other reason than to help a homie out.

*Quincy considers for a moment*

Quincy: Fine, I'll allow it. But if I look into a mirror afterwards and find out you made a mess of my hair-

TJ: Cool it rich boy, nothing bad's gonna happen to your oh-so-luscious locks. Now keep your head still.

*TJ starts to comb Quincy's hair while Quincy is still brushing Suzie's with the same force as he did earlier, causing her to shout another 'OW!' in the process*

Quincy: Wow, this actually feels a lot nicer than I thought it would- OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!

*TJ puts his hands up in mock surrender*

TJ: Sorry man, there's nothing I can do. Besides... how else am I gonna brush between the strands?

shit's serious when even your oc ain't smiling

Finding out your whole life might be a bit more fucked up then originally thought