Box Head (commissions open)

Not dead, just been working on the book. Here have a 2hour sketch

DISMALIA WILD HUNTS Amazon.com: DISMALIA WILD HUNTS eBook : Riaño Maldonado, José Manuel, Riaño Maldonado, José Manuel , Boonmark, Arisa, Menendez, Ramiro Martinez : Books

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Introducing my students to D&D, gonna corrupt awhole generation with this shit

#LANCER frame commission

To be clear, the role is for the narrator of the book, preferably Vietnamese as the main character is Vietnamese. The book genre is dystopian LitRPG, you are a player in the DMMORPG called Oneirataxia, trying to survive digital feudalism and late stage capitalism.

i can't message ya idw

Well i just need a reader for my Dystopian Lit-Rpg book,

Would anyone be interested in voice acting for my book? Need a reader but dont have the budget to hire one yet, i'd rather not use A.I for it. Already gonna do editing, drawing, writing...i dont think i can also record for it too. If anyone with a good mic and willing let me know

Also i have perfeced the art of being "just good enough", like i know its not the best and thats okay, ima improve upon it later so i dont care about it right now. It saves me so much heartache over designs.

#GenerationL0ss Frames, more relevent in chap 2 and 3

...Or a very huge claw.
#Lancer #Mech #TTRPG

Revisited the initial Holding design -

Thinks traps / ticking time bomb mechanic, and as the candle and rope burns she gets stronger, before the saint herself is unbounded.

yeah folks telling me the white background hurt the eyes

im glad!

thanks for supporting me @candycreatures.bsky.social

Beware of the entangled one, saintess of traps, bindings and slow deaths.

#GenerationL0ss main character (yes, its a self insert im sorry lol)

Butcher Bosco, the Flayer of Fiends, Hunting the Six Eyed Horror. Demon Prince Raum of the Six Eyed Royalty, defending its territory; the Ardant Temple of the Cryptic Column. Tormentor of Tartarus, Howler of Hades and Scourge of Sheol: Demon Prince Raum. Reigning supreme amidst the crumblings labyrinthian ruins of Mazerith, the Maze Of ITH. That’s how you know the Dismal Lands are doomed and blighted. The Prince has been faulting on its duties to watch over the ancient Berelithian architecture, and on its feral state, shambles across the ancient pillars, breaking and knocking them in a blind rage. The Six Eyed Royalty were once the psychopomps of ancient humanity. In this relief the King is represented as solemn executioner. The visages of decay represent the hematologic flow and the way of all flesh, down into the core of the world. Cleaving through the paralyzing fear invoked by the ethereal gaze of Six Eyes; severing the crushing burden of horror from his mind, the epidermal embracer repels the eldritch radiations projected from those hexagonal pupils. Leaping bravely over the earth shattering tail thrust... Aiming for the neck. A rumbling roar of raging rancor ravages the rows of columns that make the temple, cracking the once immaculate carving with sonic screeching that would peel skin and break bones of an unarmored Slayer; but this Butcher was embraced by the skin of Demons, enduring the hellish howl... Cutting through the darkness like a knife thrusting through layers of flesh. Remaining obfuscated, camouflaged by his dermic embracer, imperceivable by its dangerous prey, but still forced to advert its lethal gaze or risk being paralyzed in panic and electrified by the emitted radiation. The Rokyu must climb the mountainous muscles riddled with stabbed weapons from failed hunters and reach for a crack in its armor to plunge into. Becoming a virus for this vile fiend. Cleave his way into its heart; needing to dodge its demolishing lashing tail first.

Urvall the Dreadful Diabolist, Abyssal Sorceress of the Butcher’s Company, empowering her aura of cosmic darkness against the encroaching Behemoth Rex, the Six Eyed King of Horrors. The Spell Sigil of the Behemoth Rex Tyrant, shaped like its skull, with its curving tusks pointing sharply upwards, and the sign of the Omega Glyph, the End of All, crowning its visage; representative of its status as the ultimate annihilator of free Life. “A POUND OF FLESH IS NOT A POUND OF LIFE! A POUND OF FLESH IS ONLY ALIVE UNLESS IT PULSATES! TO PULSATE, A POUND OF FLESH MUST BLEED! THE BLOOD THAT PULSATES INSIDE! THE POUND OF FLESH IS THE LIFE! THE LIFE OF THE POUND OF FLESH!” The Regal Behemoth rambles while prowling the abyssal void with quaking stomps, prowling predatorily the barren hellscape in search of interlopers to interrogate, craving to deliver divine death upon those that have defiled life with artificial alchemical immortality. Demanding corpses as tokens for passage into the Underworld of ITH, its Domains. Primal fury precedes its stomping hooves. On its skull are six horns, each with an eye that sees through solid rock. Panopticon of vision, symbolic for the Terror Tyrant. He can only perceive reality from the perspective of authority. From the spikes of his crown. His vestigial human eye sockets are but a testament to ancient weakness shed and eviscerated by millennia of strength cultivation by devouring demons. The Tyrant Behemoth collects corpses as trophies and wields a grotesque skull studded garrote, cursed with the twisted torment of its prey. Its mere presence bends time and space, blighting it by sheer brute metaphysical force.

Praetoria Gloriosa charging at the Behemoth Cerbeboros. The living Key at the scarred Gates of Mazerith, a gate sculpted with the amalgamated bodies of arcane Mages petrified into its foundations to seal the horrors beyond and beneath. Praetoria needed to be at the peak of her barbarous rapture so it could transfer his spirit into her to possess such a mighty body. There were no words, as the demonic passions were taking over her, the last of the Demons she could smell was emerging from a dark tunnel beneath the balcony of this cultist. Three heads emerged from the warrens, mouths bridled. She expected an Apex Behemoth, judging by the tales from the Basilisk Zathan. A true beast of antiquity, solemnly monstrous. She also expected something imprisoned by insidious means or horrid hexes. She wasn’t ready to feel pity for this Demon. The smell that travelled from the depths of that ruinous dungeon beneath the master of this cavern was that of a refined ancient Demon. Tasting behind her nose the essence of fermented ferocity and restrained wrath, exhausted by eons of crushing earthbound pressure. It shambled its way to only emerge partially, its three heads viscerally entangled by spike chains and metallic bridles that held its mandibles tightly from being opened. The central head was the one allowed the most freedom, while it tugged and jerked the other two at the side by the chains on its bridle and neck straps, dragging a dozen thorny chains linked to rusty Berelithian weapons impaled through its coal black flesh. The Glory Seeker telepathically demanded the Demon to reveal their names; solemnly, once the telepathic bond was formed instinctively. “Our names are Kærr, Bærr & Boros, three in one, Ancient Apex Behemoth of Ouroborea". She gripped the handle of her double headed head hunting great axe tighter, with a determined grit of anticipatory delight, conjuring the gracious hunger of a Legion, clamoring for the Demon’s blood through combative exsanguination.

Horned Holy Huntress, Dorris of the Radiant Church, Blasting Blazing Blood Bullets against the ferocious Chimeric Conqueror Samiginus Samigila. On the hunt at the Maze of ITH, vertically fighting around ancient columns carved with grotesque reliefs that narrate the legends of the Six Eyed Royalty. Embracing her dreadful destiny as a missionary mistress heralding the passionate dogma of the Golden Dragon to the severely demoralized Exiles of Dismalia, the Holy Horned Huntress Dorris embarked on a personal crusade to invigorate the ethereal blaze of the Slayers of Phobos. Departing without any sentence, granted permission to march towards the Dismal Frontier, carrying enough resources and belongings to donate them to a considerable group of bleak Hunters that quickly became her congregation once bestowed with the charitable gifts of the Priestess. Heeding the teachings of the Tarnished Book of Omens and the providence of the Draconic Divinity. Solely becoming the first fountain of blazing blood in Phobos, the project of the Parish District continues as the gathering of fateful blood bound Radiant Slayers increases, exponentially incrementing the quality of life for the condemned, healing the blighted and arming their Hunters with state of the art weaponry and miraculous sorceries. Too good to be acceptable to the criminal syndicates of Phobos and the Magal Guild. Whenever she is not leading the congregation with education and meditation, Dorris Bethel roams the dismal lands fight fighting blights, Demons and other threats in the name of justice and passion. The Radiant Church encourages euphoric diligence, and Dorris is a particularly radical wild card, even for her own Guild. Highly independent, exceedingly effective, and sticking to her own codes of honor and dogma; which tends to make her overdependent on superstitious pattern recognition of esoteric messages all around her life, to the detriment of any common expectation by other Hunters. Blessed be the Dragon

Heed, Oh Hunters! By my Fault we beheld the Sign of the Vile Body, Visage of God. Come with me without worry, to the Adventurous Hunt, the Game of Nature. Hark, Oh Demons! Flesh wound of the Earth, once feasting fiercely on time & space now fester and dry! Visions of DISMALIA @cubicskull.bsky.social

haven't gotten to post this

thank you!

vermis inspired!

thanks @dismarlutte.bsky.social
for yet another fruitful collaboration! Some cool details:
-blood bullets
-sword/spear grave yard for scaling
-Grab in a barrel
-the 6 eyes king statue

Another one for the books! #Dismalia

great job as always!

#silksongfanart 7 years and its finally here, might draw more lil creatures if i have time.

Thank you!

Or again monster designs. All of these i had made for project #GenerationL0ss. Curious on what i am rambling about? Read my idea notes/story bible: docs.google.com/docu...

also working on weapon ideas which i am also willing to sell. The project is an game-lit which i'll be posting on youtube. I hate having to keep asking for help as i'd been working quietly on the project, but stuff gonna slow down internally if i cant draw.