More random doodles that I shouldn’t be doing.
If I had the brains/time/technical know-how I’d love to make an ib/OFF-style game about a nursery that fell down a rift into hell. Now all the toys/furniture/pictures are inhabited by demons, but they inherited all the memories and emotions of the objects they moved into.
They want to go home.
Pestilence, War, Famine and Death; all the horses of the apocalypse finished! Had so much fun doing these, and learned a lot while I was at it! Win win.
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Figured this sketch wouldn’t make much sense if I didn’t start fleshing it out with a bit of colour… Also, did you know that some people think that the translation of Death riding a ‘pale’ horse might be a corruption of a word that actually means a greenish-grey colour, like the skin of a corpse?
'Cause I didn’t and I think that’s awesome.
Death, to go with War, Pestilence and Famine.
oh god, so I’m fighting own more-than-mild case of trypophobia to finish this gross-ass picture rn;

and my dad walked into the room to ask if I wanted a cup of tea, took one look at the screen and just pulle dthe biggest ‘NOPE’ face I have ever seen in my liFE I feel sO BAD
War, to go with Pestilence and Famine
wasn’t feeling quite as connected with this one as the other two when I was drawing it but that might be due to my having had about TWO FRIGGIN HOURS of sleep last night, guh.