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n01r-kn1ght · 8 months
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Not Undertale related but I wanted to wish @zenubi-scribbles a happy belated birthday!
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noxturnol · 6 months
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better late than never for a halloween icon :3
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seldritchowl · 1 year
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Matthew hastur: eldritch bird form edition
Nahh, but I honestly love how his eldritch form came out so yea. ^^
Like if your cursed into becoming (or already is but don't want to admit it) an eldritch creature, at least its a cool looking one.
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Also have these doodles of various Matthew's:
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"It will be a long hunt tonight."
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forgottenlunarium · 9 months
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"Portrait of Professor Ophelia Clarke and her daughter Aurora, and Doctor Myrna Heidlin, dated 1800"
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EEEEEEEEE my nasty science glorbos, finally rendered onto the page! These girls, let me tell you, have been rattling around in my head for over five years now, and never once have I actually drawn them!! Utter insanity, I have no clue why it took me so long.
These ladies are part of the larger narrative of our ongoing Pathfinder meta-campaign, but exist at a point in canon which essentially predates any of our actual campaigns. This piece of art actually depicts them as they would've looked in the year 1800, though of course it's incredibly unlikely they'd ever actually pose together like this.
I could talk forever about the story I've written about these three, as well as what the hell the deal is with the slug, but I KNOW those sick fucks (my players) follow me here on tumblr.com, so that would be a foolish thing to do.
But god.... if I ever write a book one day, it'll be about these three. Just Ophelia, Myrna, and little Aurora.
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kashewkiddo · 2 days
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[ASTRA] Edith
Part of a mass produced line of dolls that gained sentience. Probably gonna make a horror story themed about her
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naldthal-thetraders · 5 months
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Sanctus Sanguinis
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atlas-of-the-mind · 1 year
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TW: Heavy plant/body horror
The man-made cavern was humid, the air thick with spores, choking their every breath. Vines red as blood curled under their feet, coating the stone floor. The flowers blooming on the writhing vines bathed the room in a deep red-orange light.
"Bad?" Sam is the first to break the suffocating silence as they venture carefully into the infested room.
"You came."
The demon's voice echoes throughout the space, rough and raspy. His tone is off, somehow, lacking its lightness.
"Yeah, we came, what's... going on?" Sam gestures for the others to stay near the obsidian-coated doorway. He steps further in as the vines begin creeping up around his boots.
"We need your help." Black and white feathers pepper the living carpet.
"Okay," Sam tries to pick out Bad's familiar form in the dim light, tightening his grip on his trident, "With what, exactly?" He has to tug himself from the vines grasping at him as he forges on toward the egg.
"Sam-" Antfrost calls quietly from the door, worry in his voice.
The mob hybrid gives his feline friend a reassuring wave, keeping his focus on the room.. and the egg. "What do you need, Bad?"
He stops in his tracks as something begins to move, his eyes widening as his heart is dragged into the heels of his boots.
The strange silhouette that sat in front of the egg began to turn and shift in a chorus of creaking and snapping, flaring decaying wings as it grinned with its skeletal face. Vines writhed and curled across its once humanoid body as it outstretched its arms toward him, fingers extruded to unnatural lengths.
He could feel the vines climbing up his legs as it moved, as vines crept from its rotting jaw.
“We are so hungry, Sam."
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This has taken a literal week to finish please help me
I was designing some dudesTM and got distracted by the thought of “what if badboyhalo had a bloodborne esque design”
Anyway now back to your regularly scheduled programming
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credo--ergo-sum · 2 years
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c3rnunnos · 2 years
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Lantern Beast phase 2 (with Alberich for scale)
Leonhart used to have a different phase 2 design, but as i played a bit more and learnt more of bloodborne and its creatures i ended up changing his phase 2.
It’s still triggered the same way though; break the lantern and he will s n a p
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the-crows-codex · 10 months
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A proper teaser for the upcoming, Bloodborne inspired actual play podcast Lēotmaers of Yarmouth.
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chaosroot · 2 years
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A Hunter's Plight
"Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?" — Micolash, Host of the Nightmare (Bloodborne)
Pray in hope that the God will save you, But don't despare when light have died. And when the world is made anew Remember those who failed, but tried.
The world is taken by the hunt. The monsters here all run amok. Former friends are those we confront, Loved ones are the ones that we struck.
I have tried to warn them, you see, The great ones're not always right. But they've ignored me, setting them free. So our world is in eternal night.
Beautiful monsters, moonlit and strange, Are haunting our streets and our homes. With red moon's light everything's changed. Now our village is filled with bones.
We were plagued and left in the dark, Our saviours were broken to dust. All that's left of them is hunter's mark, That is covered in bloodstains and rust.
See how the end was evisioned, By witches or hunters, all same. Now pray, my friend, to old gods and Remain unafraid of their flame.
Pray in hope that the God will save you, But don't forget the human's might. In Time's End where left the few, The last ones will be granted sight.
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noxturnol · 6 months
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got distracted trying to figure out a bloodborne inspired sona for halloween but tbh might keep the design a while
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ofsilentthings · 2 years
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Writing prompt:
A child has been kidnapped from the orphanage, with no fingerprints, footprints, or witnesses at all, The only other adults nearby are all dead, every last drop of blood is gone from their veins.
No evidence whatsoever, Save for the strong scent of moon permeating the entire room the child was in, at the time.
~When the Night is Long~ What does the moon even smell like? Does it smell like cheese, like the old myths say? Does it smell like dusty rocks or forgotten memories or the emptiness of space? Or does it smell of blood and birth and potential, a child of the void silently watching those of us here on earth? It doesn't matter, really. The child has no connection to our realm, and yet it is still a child. It wanders among the broken bodies, their blood in its veins. And yet it doesn't know why it feeds, or moves, or does anything really. There is no-one to teach it. Who, or what, it finds will be imprinted upon its soul. It wanders through corridors, filtered outwards by the shape of the walls around it. When it reaches a divide it doesn't know which way to go. The walls are eerily silent like the cosmos it was born from. And then it hears something coming from its left - we know it to be a dog's howl but the child has no name for dog, or concept of one. It is simply something different, and so it goes.
Down it goes a set of steps, tottering unevenly on the declining slope. It takes a few slow tries, but it learns quickly how to right itself, how to anticipate the next step. By the time its at the bottom of the stairs it knows how to walk. It's learning.
Ahead of the child is a barrier of sorts. We know it to be a door but for the child born of the stars, it is something it doesn't know. It shows child-like curiosity as it approaches the door, looks at it, touches it with smooth fingerprintless hands.
When the child sees that there's a crack of something between the panels, when it sees that the door moves, it opens its mouth slightly. In excitement, perhaps? Or wonder? Or the very fact that it can change its environment, to a degree? Eager to test out its new power, it pushes the door open. The squeaking is terrible and loud to the Hunter that might push open the door on any other night of the Hunt, but to the child it is a lullaby.
The child steps outside. There is no one alive in Yharnam, nothing but brain-dead men and rabid dogs and beastly creatures. But the moon is alive, and looks down on the child, large and bright. It smiles.
The child suddenly knows where its from, and desperately longs for home. ~Fin~
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kyrdjava · 2 years
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A thing I started a few months ago and just got to finish.
The writing on the bell says "godlike".
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armandxiii · 2 years
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Not a 2D Artist but it's my Birthday and I want to pretend.
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