I just started drawing a few weeks ago, just doodles and I really like drawing white on black and just making creepy stuff. hope I can eventually make my own DnD monsters one day

Just outside of Cincinnati, in Loveland, Ohio, near the Little Miami River, sightings of a “frogman” have been reported since the 1950’s. The creature has been described as being three to four feet tall, with a humanoid body, leathery skin, and a frog-like head.

In one early report, a motorist came across three frogmen beside the road. As if that weren’t strange enough, one reportedly raised a wand-like object that emitted sparks.

I don’t know about you, but if I crossed paths with a frogman swinging around a sparking wand, flanked by two frogmen accomplices, I’d assume I was about to get robbed and make like eggs and scramble. Posthaste.

Then I’d draw one and post it on Reddit. But, that’s just me.

Remember monster number nine, Elonganus? Well, I thought "every kaiju needs a rival" so here's his.

While Elonganus pretty much came right out of my head onto the paper, Girthadon took a lot of tries...At first he was just a monstrous pillbug, but there was no way that wouldn't remind people of those things from Nausicaa. So I decided "pillbug crossed with fat lizard" and about a half dozen drawings later (including the world's fattest kaiju) I finally got him right.

And yes, it is length versus girth. Because I am a mature adult.

Deep inside the chambers of the forgotten ziggurats of the undying lands of kush the high priestess of the snake gods awaits

sharing because this is one of my favorite pieces of all time! I love the incredible detail, the playfulness, and overall beauty of the piece 🙂

It does not possess a face, yet every witness reports the overwhelming sensation of being watched

In a tower where the dead don't stay dead and there's no escape, a small congregation held mass every day around a sacred candle, praying a little harder every day.

When the youngest priest, the one who had started to doubt, tried to put the candle out, something answered.

Fides doesn't attack those who kneel, it walks among them, making sure they keep praying. It absolves those who submit, erases those who doubt, and makes everyone who resists the same as everyone else.

Two of its arms are nailed to the cross it carries: a faith that has bound itself so tightly it can no longer let go. The priest who doubted burns on a pyre every time he comes back to life.

It fights like a mass.

It looks at you before the spear comes, so you always know who it has chosen. It reads a verse from its book and waits for your answer, recite the dogma and you're spared: say anything else, even something kind, even something true... and you bleed. At the end of every round the faithful speak with one voice, and everyone in the room has to fight the urge to kneel.

When it's hurt, it heals itself by taking one of the kneeling. The only way to stop it is to keep striking the cross on its chest, until the light goes out.

And when the light goes out, it tears its arms free and the first thing it does with them is break its own cross and use the pieces as weapons.

"Whether their god exists is another question. In the tower, he's not the one who answers." -???