MONSTER < MONSTER < MONSTER

CHARACTERS / ZINES / ARTIST

MONSTER < MONSTER < MONSTER [M3] is a visual and literary project centered in the cyberdeco, biopunk, post-apocalyptic future.
Featuring characters in a non-linear, loss-of-context timeline where only the very moment matters, M3 explores visceral realities in an even more brutal romanticism.

ART / EXTRAS / LITERATURE / UNCATEGORIZED

BUTEO CAIUS CROTALUS FLOWER HUNTER IMPSNAKE JULIUS MOONDOGS MR PRIEST RAZIEL REDRAW URSUR WIP

CONTENT INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCE. DISCRETION ADVISED. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[ITCH] [X] [IG] [BSKY]

URSUR

  • HAPPY BIRTHDAY, URSUR!

    [07.24.2023] A little redraw of a very, very old picture to celebrate Ursur’s canon birthday, July 26! I first created him in 2010, so he’s stuck with me for quite some time and is the oldest character I actively build and write. He used to be obsessed with birds, but I threw that idea out…

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  • AT THE DAGGER’S EDGE

    [06.04.2023] Originally that scythe was a symbolic item for rituals when Ursur was leader of Kraud, an Etherwalk cult. But he took it with him when he fled and he repurposed it into a dance prop. Now he likes to swing it around to the droning beat of music. This may well be sacrilege, and…

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  • SUNBURNS

    [05.25.2023] It’s become quite warm out so this seems an appropriate way to celebrate. And unfortunately the chances that they see the beach are quite slim, but at least the Parasyn compound has a nice bioluminescent pool with robotic fish swimming around. Off into that warm melty sunset,Koel out.

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  • whatever gets it out

    He shouldn’t have been in the hallway, but he had nowhere else to go. And Crotalus maybe should not have been there, but he could go anywhere he wanted, anyway, if he owned the place. Ursur stared at the ground, and he stopped a few feet away from him. Ursur continued to stare at the…

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  • bad stitches

    Crotalus dropped his hand and Ursur flinched. But he took his palm back, just shrugged and walked away, feather still between the cross-promise fingers of his other hand. “I’ll stitch it back in, later, if you’d like. That one’s up to you.” He smiled, soft, the bad sort of way. And he left him there,…

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