A bunch of my favorite art pieces in no particular order! All of these are fanart from the game, Fear and Hunger: Termina, which you can get here <3 I really want to blow the dust off of this site and post more, but I haven’t had much to post recently? I’ve been way more…
Horror Investigating Simulator
Quick one here! I recently made a horror investigating “simulator” (really just a generator, but maybe one day?) and wanted to share it here! I poke at it here and there with ideas and I’m constantly adding names, haha. I hope to one day make it more interactive, as well as to have the traits…
Ghost Demon Pink — Lighting!
I just really like the lighting and shading on these pieces and wanted to put them on my site! I’ve been practicing with it more ever since watching Viv’s old speedpaints. I used to hate shading, but the way Viv does it is fun! Quality is a lil shot because my Mac is currently on…
Ghost Demon Pink – Necromancers: Dead or Alive?
A common argument among paratologists are whether or not necromancers are considered undead. After hitting the biological age of 25, they no longer age, but can still die of other means, including (but not limited to) diseases, injuries, and blood loss (The Biology of Necromancers, 1997). This is significantly different from undead, as they never…
Ghost Demon Pink – Humbled
Ghost Demon Pink – A Buncha Leslies
I made a ton of Leslies, especially in 70s-esque outfits, since *spoiler!* that’s the time period she spends most of her 20s. When drawing her in current times, I try to use 70s fashion as an inspo for her main outfit too, with her flared pants and rose embroidery. I probably should add more patterns…
Marigold’s Friend
Marigold had lived alone in that mansion. She was only sixteen. A part of me wanted to say something, but another, larger part said it was none of my business. After all, her father was incredibly famous and her mother incredibly infamous, so his death and her leaving was bound to bring attention. If, after…
Six Figures Under — Dead Internet
“Good evening, Mr. Stryker. A pleasure to see you again.” I hold the door open as Mr. Stryker, a chubby raccoon who wears sunglasses for the “cool” factor, wobbles in. He holds an internet router in his tiny hands. He sets it on the coffee table while I close the door. “Have you been enjoying…
This Town of Theirs — The Tombstone
It appeared one day, in the middle of town. It wasn’t there yesterday. Everyone passed this area dozens and dozens of times and they would have noticed it, just as they have noticed it today. But it’s here today, seemingly from nowhere. A single, unmarked tombstone. “A prank, surely,” is what’s first muttered among the…
This Town of Theirs — The Bath
The bath is inviting. It’s over halfway full, water steaming, a glass of wine balancing on the porcelain. The only thing that could make it more perfect is a scattering of rose petals. But it’s plenty good enough. The teacher stares into the water, contemplating if she wats to get a book or not. Usually,…