Was just informed by my mom that I do in fact have ADHD and the reason I thought I didn’t was because ever since I was seven whenever I got super energetic my mom would have me go chop wood so now when I’m feeling The ADHD I go chop wood and I thought it was just some sort of routine I started when I was little and wanted to blow off steam
There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile. He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile. The crooked man stepped forth and rang the crooked bell. And thus his crooked soul spiraled into a crooked hell. Murdered his crooked family and laughed a crooked laugh.
THE CONJURING 2 (2016) dir. James Wan
I made some horror movie style slashers! These are “Fencer”, “Coldclay”, and “Dummy”.
Dead To The World Tour (1996-1997), part 02
Stop removing Lady Dimitrescu’s wrinkles and stretch marks/scars/blemishes. Stop making her super skinny, because clearly she is not. Stop de-aging Lady Dimitrescu. She is a mature woman and her wrinkles/blemishes are part of her beauty. Literally stop removing those features.
Teaser Test: Nightmares
Music from ‘Severed’ by Audiomachine (cw body horror and flashing images)
signs of an approaching tornado:
your mouth inexplicably fills with rainwater
the creaks that sneak out of your stairs when you walk down them are suddenly short bursts of a siren only you can hear
the sunlight comes in from odd angles lighting up everything you didn’t want to see
your ceiling gets as dark and thick as thunder clouds
you open your cabinets to find only hail golf ball sized spilling onto your floor
everyone decides to go to church instead of down to their basement
it seems like your neighbor has been mowing his lawn for hours maybe days
the corn is whispering more than usual
you can’t understand anything the weatherman is saying but when you look through your neighbors’ windows you notice they’re glued to their screens reciting every word of the forecast as if they already knew
the air turns yellow green and when you look into a mirror you find that the color has stained your own skin
it gets so humid you start to choke
there are terrifying noises in the middle of the night and you tell yourself it’s just the old abandoned barns succumbing to the high winds
as you drive out on the highway trying to escape you keep passing the same billboard
HELL IS REAL
you can’t figure out how you keep passing the same billboard if you’re driving in a straight line
there’s something in the air, a new kind of precipitation, old white paint chips signal that decay is approaching faster than you thought
you forget what rain smells like and the air gets stale like your dad’s breath after a couple of beers
don’t worry the farmer’s market is still open
there’s less roadkill than usual, death is busy with more pressing engagements during a natural disaster
the canadian geese stand in the middle of a field as if they’ll never move again
when the tornado finally comes, you forget all your prayers and only wind spills out of your mouth
Hunt the beasts, hunt the beasts!
More concept art for Blasphemous. A vicious enemy type.
These two are inseparable.
Trying out clip studio paint by illustrating the end of this week’s statement. Basira puts up with a lot.