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The Preators are born from deepline blood - fertile with sentient cancer. They live to serve the great stone of war, the incomprehsible prison, the god with a face wrought from a billion pitted skills: The Egregore.
The calls began suddenly after months of working from home. A single phrase repeated every hour of the night and day, trying to wear you down. The chittering of a thousand claws threatened to drown out the voice on the phone as it spoke - 'its time to return to the office'
STRAHD MUST DIE TONIGHT!
Kinda obsessed with my OC Eddy Drakemoore atm so I made a poster for the one shot I'm going to play him in!
Haidr Honey-Hand
"From the west came the Bronze Yarl Haidr - with the sweetness of battle clenched in his fist." - A fragment from the hidden Psalms of Bythos
Be Not Afraid.
Love to draw angels as they were intended: as rejections of the supremacy of the human form and symbols of the cosmic terror inherent to interactions with the simulteneous familiarity and otherness of divinity.
"hey, wanna buy some death sticks?"
Character for a zine I'm putting together this month.
Some cool album artwork I did a couple year ago. Brief was to draw a marooned alien pilot pining after their love 🚀🚀🚀
Line Jam - Immortal Danger
Had a great time inking @brutesaysay flat colors, so nice to have the shapes of a character already plotted out.