more transformer/gargoyles this time it’s these three idiots. Starscream, Thundercracker and Skywarp. based off of starscream’s tfp designs mostly with their classic colors. Also sky is female here in honor of her cyberverse version where she’s a femme.
Bonus puppy Buster as thundercracker no doubt tries to smuggle him into the Decepticon base.
leap of faith part 2 (part 1 here)
Can u tell she's one of my favorites......
All of The Eleven’s re-imaginings are now done! I really had a blast making these, I don’t do it much but I love monster/dragon designs. In order, Windsinger, Earthshaker, Flamecaller, Tidelord, Icewarden, Stormcatcher, Lightweaver, Shadowbinder, Plaguebringer, Gladekeeper, and The Arcanist.
i made this comic about emperors years ago and i just found it on a hard drive and i am uploading it but i dont know if anyone will see it,
the text is from Hollow Knight though, so not by me. just thought it was fitting at the time
youll find me on instagram nowadays: https://www.instagram.com/friidoodles/
she but birb
pre-lobotomy durge + ketheric, orin, gortash ❤🔪
having a lot of thoughts about playing a paladin dark urge
🩸first blood 🩸
frame redraws & fanart for @egg-on-a-legg's (hi) fucking spectacular superb showstopping IHNMAIMS animatic because wheeeee wheeeeehehehe
Dark Souls Manus: Laughter And Sin
From Software
Once Father of the Abyss realized the gift he was granted, he couldn't help doing something that separates humans and those Divine: laughing. Since the beginning of time, it was for the first time to happen, and it was a strike. Laughter wicked, laughter exhausted, laughter surprised, laughter unasked for, laughter of the one resentful and the one outraged by Great Lord Gwyn's lack of foresight; it was a strike, and since the beginning of time, it was for the first time to happen -- The Sin, unseen.
Those Divine do not need human feelings, so Gwyn never found out what was wrong
That's how Manus gained more than he imagined: with just the corners of his mouth lifted, he ranted the World with the Gift of his own: spite, smear, grudges, rancour and all the other miracles that fuel a mortal being.