I'm always trying new stuff, but weirdo creatures and fanworks are a common theme throughout.
Funny fish pokemon : )
Funny fish pokemon : )
Tastes bad of course, but its something to scavenge.
Just wait a while before you crack it open. The real ones start to rot.
Tastes bad of course, but its something to scavenge.
Just wait a while before you crack it open. The real ones start to rot.
Tastes bad of course, but its something to scavenge.
Just wait a while before you crack it open. The real ones start to rot.
Tastes bad of course, but its something to scavenge.
Just wait a while before you crack it open. The real ones start to rot.
Millenia ago Ser was in a party of heroes, before being struck into a slumber. Now, in the new world, he understand his nature once again just in time to defend the worlds balance.
Millenia ago Ser was in a party of heroes, before being struck into a slumber. Now, in the new world, he understand his nature once again just in time to defend the worlds balance.
Millenia ago Ser was in a party of heroes, before being struck into a slumber. Now, in the new world, he understand his nature once again just in time to defend the worlds balance.
Millenia ago Ser was in a party of heroes, before being struck into a slumber. Now, in the new world, he understand his nature once again just in time to defend the worlds balance.
Born one among dozens of Xixo in his little city, Brock was a natural con. One for confidence over facts he has been obsessed with gathering wealth and business power. How fortunate, then, that the easiest way he's found to do this is help save the world!
Born one among dozens of Xixo in his little city, Brock was a natural con. One for confidence over facts he has been obsessed with gathering wealth and business power. How fortunate, then, that the easiest way he's found to do this is help save the world!
But its the dark.
Our body knows cold, its evolved to fight it off and, if need be, give up and accept reality.
But nothing like this.
I haven't seen my own hands in months.
But its the dark.
Our body knows cold, its evolved to fight it off and, if need be, give up and accept reality.
But nothing like this.
I haven't seen my own hands in months.
A machine constructed by a doctor granted visions of out of this world engineering, after surviving an great explosion he has grafted parts of kin to stay alive. Now he rigerously maintains the safety of his heroes and their many loyal retainers.
A machine constructed by a doctor granted visions of out of this world engineering, after surviving an great explosion he has grafted parts of kin to stay alive. Now he rigerously maintains the safety of his heroes and their many loyal retainers.
Once a woman of the street, she was taken in and trained as a demon slayer. Now, she wields the 6-foot hell splitter sword and commands her own loyal regiment of worshippers following her psychic god.
Once a woman of the street, she was taken in and trained as a demon slayer. Now, she wields the 6-foot hell splitter sword and commands her own loyal regiment of worshippers following her psychic god.
Once a woman of the street, she was taken in and trained as a demon slayer. Now, she wields the 6-foot hell splitter sword and commands her own loyal regiment of worshippers following her psychic god.
Once a woman of the street, she was taken in and trained as a demon slayer. Now, she wields the 6-foot hell splitter sword and commands her own loyal regiment of worshippers following her psychic god.
Grand-heir to his conquering grandfathers legacy, he is haunted by his spirit - leading him across the lands in search of power, adventure, and glory in combat.
His skin turns away sword and fang alike, and sends back a mighty blow just as fierce as any blade.
Grand-heir to his conquering grandfathers legacy, he is haunted by his spirit - leading him across the lands in search of power, adventure, and glory in combat.
His skin turns away sword and fang alike, and sends back a mighty blow just as fierce as any blade.
Grand-heir to his conquering grandfathers legacy, he is haunted by his spirit - leading him across the lands in search of power, adventure, and glory in combat.
His skin turns away sword and fang alike, and sends back a mighty blow just as fierce as any blade.
Grand-heir to his conquering grandfathers legacy, he is haunted by his spirit - leading him across the lands in search of power, adventure, and glory in combat.
His skin turns away sword and fang alike, and sends back a mighty blow just as fierce as any blade.
For @trenchcrusade.bsky.social
For @trenchcrusade.bsky.social
For @trenchcrusade.bsky.social
For @trenchcrusade.bsky.social
They were read their rites, their land inherited, and the people knew they were justly rewarded.
As the dungeon grew, it became apparent they were not gifted leave from their duties.
They were read their rites, their land inherited, and the people knew they were justly rewarded.
As the dungeon grew, it became apparent they were not gifted leave from their duties.
MINION
COMMON
TYRANT
For development and testing, I've built these training dummies to take the place of monsters while I work on things, hope you like them!
MINION
COMMON
TYRANT
For development and testing, I've built these training dummies to take the place of monsters while I work on things, hope you like them!
World-renound genius (according to him) and expert medical practitioner (according to him) - he aims to grant biologicals the anti microbial security he himself benefits from.
World-renound genius (according to him) and expert medical practitioner (according to him) - he aims to grant biologicals the anti microbial security he himself benefits from.
Obsessed with the field of medicine, his ultimate goal is to allow biologicals to know the same anti-microbial security his steel chassis does.
The exception, of course, is his beloved Fectoid.
Obsessed with the field of medicine, his ultimate goal is to allow biologicals to know the same anti-microbial security his steel chassis does.
The exception, of course, is his beloved Fectoid.
The cold stone fills your lungs with ancient dust, nothing in front of you.
There's an aura about this place, and nothing in front of you. Right?
An experiment.
The cold stone fills your lungs with ancient dust, nothing in front of you.
There's an aura about this place, and nothing in front of you. Right?
An experiment.
The cold stone fills your lungs with ancient dust, nothing in front of you.
There's an aura about this place, and nothing in front of you. Right?
An experiment.
The cold stone fills your lungs with ancient dust, nothing in front of you.
There's an aura about this place, and nothing in front of you. Right?
An experiment.