mossb0ne
@mossb0ne.bsky.social
Freelance Digital Illustrator
TTRPG Developer
Fantasy & Horror
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TTRPG Developer
Fantasy & Horror
SUPPORT INDIE DEVS AND ARTISTS
It's always disappointing to see the ones who succumb to the Winter of the heart. Those who wilt early deny others the privilege of seeing their inevitable bloom.
Perhaps it just wasn't the garden for them.
Perhaps it just wasn't the garden for them.
September 4, 2023 at 2:51 PM
It's always disappointing to see the ones who succumb to the Winter of the heart. Those who wilt early deny others the privilege of seeing their inevitable bloom.
Perhaps it just wasn't the garden for them.
Perhaps it just wasn't the garden for them.
COMMISSIONS OPEN! Please hit me up in the comments if you'd like to hire me so I can square away bills this month!
September 3, 2023 at 12:35 AM
COMMISSIONS OPEN! Please hit me up in the comments if you'd like to hire me so I can square away bills this month!
#art #RandonArts #ProfessorLando
August 27, 2023 at 10:26 AM
#art #RandonArts #ProfessorLando
Haytham was a convicted murderer released into the custody of the AHA. He proved integral in the effort to cull those who ran amok in the bayou's burning, relishing in each cultist he put down. He returned from that hunt a changed man. #HuntShowdown #huntfanart
August 24, 2023 at 11:32 PM
Haytham was a convicted murderer released into the custody of the AHA. He proved integral in the effort to cull those who ran amok in the bayou's burning, relishing in each cultist he put down. He returned from that hunt a changed man. #HuntShowdown #huntfanart
"The entrance was carved into the side of a hill behind a stone wall- so woven in ivy you'd never know. They say one of the crown's finest disappears into that ivy now and then- nobody knows why. All that's known is the street and leaves are bloodied up by the time they leave."
August 10, 2023 at 12:24 AM
"The entrance was carved into the side of a hill behind a stone wall- so woven in ivy you'd never know. They say one of the crown's finest disappears into that ivy now and then- nobody knows why. All that's known is the street and leaves are bloodied up by the time they leave."
