#crypt's art stuff

[cryptozulogy]

Idk man, I think might have a new fav idk

[crypts-silly-area]

When you can't be comforted irl so you have to draw your f/os comforting you

[angebluee]

CELEBRATORY ART FOR SEASON 2 NAME DROP RAHHHHHHHHH

LESS

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[dragon-subway]

uhh yea I’m. Im not gonna finish this so have the thumbnail

[hvntlowz]

momo doodlies from a few days ago !!

[licovents]

how far are you willing to go for someone who doesnt love you? at what point do your actions stop being your own?

[localsharkcryptid]

It's been a minute since I've posted non-dsmp art and I've done a lot of stuff lately that I'm proud of so- art be upon ye!

All three of these were made as adoptables - they have homes elsewhere now ^^

This is stuff for a work-in-progess universe that's basically the wild west with dragons from the httyd franchise - it's a BIG passion project that I hope to do things with in the future :) (Characters featured are my own, we have the unnamed Hushboggle/Rangler duo, Marrith and their speed stingers, and finally my boy Rem and his slitherwing Suture)

A wip reference sheet for my httyd fan-species, The Abyssal-Flashmaw, a deep dwelling dragon species who are often incredibly curious beasts when they leave the depths & some sketches of Mauler and Stalker, two newer OCs whose designs I bought from ac1dian on Instagram

And a little character concept sketch for a new OC that's in the works, a goroun (<- aka just my take on a fantasy race that is JUST piglins imma be real) gladiator guy based on a red river hog!

[thearwenschild]

I could list a lot of weird stuff Catholics do since I grew up as one, but it turns out that there are some things that I thought were normal on a catholic scale but turned out were a local phenomenon.

CW: skeletons, bones, mummified body-parts

May I present to you: Catacomb Saints

Von Richard Mayer - Eigenes Werk, CC BY-SA 3.0, Links

This is the first one I saw as a child on a school trip to a local abbey, and it made a lasting impression. The memory came back up recently, and I went on a deep dive.

One thing catholics love are their saints. If you are from a family who take them really seriously, you even got a gift on the saint day of the one you were named after, and my grandparents still tell me that it was more important than a person's birthday (I always got something small). Churches are pretty serious about their relicts and keep them in richly decorated Reliquaries.

You could guess what would happen when a church got hold of a whole saint skeleton: They decorate it. And turns out, the ones I knew are pretty "basic".

While a lot of them also wear clothing, they are usually covered in gemstones and gold.

Von © Jörgens.mi, CC BY-SA 3.0, Link Von DALIBRI - Eigenes Werk, CC BY-SA 4.0, Link

Some of them even have reconstructed body parts:

Von Mrilabs - Eigenes Werk, Gemeinfrei, Link Von Andrew Bossi - Eigenes Werk, CC BY-SA 2.5, Link

And of course: Skeletons wearing armor:

Von Dbu - Eigenes Werk, CC BY 2.5, Link

You may ask yourself: why?

Relicts are incredibly important. Even more if they connected to an early Christian martyr. The Catholic Church differentiates between three types:

First-class relicts: The best relicts. These are items directly connected to the life of Jesus. Most popular would be the Shroud of Turin, one of the several Veils of Veronica (Wikipedia lists 4), the Holy Grail or his foreskin (lost but in history claimed to have it often multiple at the same time). The physical remains of a saint, especially martyrs, are also First-Class with. These are often small pieces. Often single bones, hairs. If you are lucky, you get a full limb.

By Andrzej Otrębski - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=54797117

Second-Class relicts are items owned or used by a saint, think clothing (scraps) or crosses

Third-Class relicts are items that came in contact with a first- or second-class relict

And now imagine that your church could house a whole skeleton.

Starting in the 7th century, some churches got the permission to exhume the graves of martyrs. You had to get the permission of a bishop in Rome, and the skeleton came with a certificate of authenticity. Additionally, you had to contact a convent and have them prepare the Relict.

Important: These were (probably) real martyr skeletons.

Then the reformation happened. In the 16th and 17th century, a lot of catholic churches had their relicts (and paintings) stolen and destroyed. After the so-called Iconoclasm died down, the churches needed new relicts and the pope ordered to exhume thousands of remains from the catacombs in Rome. Some of these might belong to martyrs, but if they didn't know the identity of the buried person, they chose a saint and backstory. Most of them ended up in Switzerland, Austria and south Germany. Sale of them was (of course) illegal, but that didn't stop them to charge fees for the transport and decoration.

The trade with relicts was finally banned in 1860 and around this time people started questioning these relicts. Due to this, a lot of them were destroyed or hidden.

But they still exist. They are a bit hard to track down. The ones I saw as a child aren't mentioned on the churches Wikipedia nor on the churches' website. I found a church near me that houses two, but apart from a few articles they are mentioned nowhere. The German Wikipedia page has a list of churches, but after clicking through most of them, only a fraction mention their skeletons. My university library has a book on them that apparently contains a more complete list, and I need to check it out. Another great source is Paul Koudounaris´ Heavenly Bodies: Cult Treasures and Spectacular Saints from the Catacombs, that I need to get since it has a lot of photographs. And I need to visit some churches.

Additional Reading:

[lordsooga]

A preview of my piece for the @hyruleconcerto Octavo Zine!! There is some amazing work in there and I can't wait for yall to see it all!

[kaijucat01artblog]

Phighting! Swap AU Excerpt

“I’ll need you to remove the mask.” The earthshaking command was simple, plain, and painstakingly monotone delivered through Medkit’s voice - but for Boombox, Medkit might’ve well as ordered him to turn towards Skateboard and shoot him in the head. It was a death sentence. If not for Skateboard, for him. The swift battering of disapproval that always followed after he did what he was told was his silver bullet.

At his stillness, the doctor’s remaining eye narrowed, his gaze already riddled with the distaste Boombox despised. The quack doctor was probably used to everyone yielding under his glare the first time he utilized it; Boombox didn’t move an inch, provoking its cold iron to flip into even colder steel. 

“The mask,” He repeated. Skateboard visibly bristled out of the corner of Boomboxes’ eye, as spiky with rage as the prickly horn outcroppings jutting out of the doctor’s antlers.  “I cannot properly gauge your condition without seeing the extent of its damage.”

Only if you do the same, Boombox thought with a few inklings of humor. The guy’s mad-scientist’s-project eyepatch was an eyesore. “Can’t you?” He responded gravely. “The problem’s the horns, not my entire head.”

That earned him a sardonic snort unique to Medkit’s stuck-up self, only reserved for defamatory gossip about Subspace and people he called “impudent patients.” 

“Remains to be seen,” He exclaimed. “Your unintelligence is extraordinary.” Bringing a gloved hand to his face, he mimed a thinking motion. “You know what else remains to be seen? Your face so I can do what your petulant self asked me to and find out if this injury of yours is rectifiable.”

Skateboard returned the fatigued old man sassiness tenfold. “I thought Ultimate Healing could save anything,” He countered smoothly, sticking his nose into the air. “That’s what you bragged about, anyways. You shouldn’t need to see anything.”

Watching Medkit’s expression darken after his friend’s quip was actually a bit worrying. The maliciousness shining in his eye was something familiar, him having seen it countless times before when Medkit bore down on an enemy in rounds like a raving dog. Boombox didn’t want two demons with broken horns.

“Okay,” He interrupted Medkit before he could manage a rebuttal or bite Skateboard or inject him with cyanide or something. “Fine. I’ll take it off.”

Skateboard shot him a concerned look that he just barely caught before he lifted both of his hands to the sides of his helmet. The smooth material it was made out of seemed to cling to his fingertips, almost as if it didn’t want to be taken off.

Sorry, he mused. I don’t want you to go, either. He didn’t know why he felt so reluctant. He could care less about Medkit’s opinion and Skateboard had made it quite clear that he didn’t mind his face before. For some reason, whatever obstacle that caused his pause was intangible - flitting away whenever he tried to pin it down, like a bird. Maybe it was scared of him too. Maybe he was just so rotten that even his own mind didn’t want to talk to him anymore.

He wished he could fly away, too. He knew Skateboard didn’t mean to, but both his and Medkit’s gazes felt like metaphysical dissections. The issue wasn’t even his face. It was his horns. He had said that himself. 

Something light brushed his shoulder. He blinked under his part way off visor, meeting Skateboard’s stare. His red eyes were wide, see-through like stained glass - so easy to dust off and observe the going-ons behind them.

Boombox slipped the mask off. The hand on his shoulder squeezed reassuringly.

Medkit gave him a vapid smile, clearly ticked off. “There we go,” He said. “Not so hard, was it?”

[bad4]

dressup with the jester :]

[cryptozulogy]

Waygu sketch bc uhh I'm bored

[demonixoverlord]

accurate

[chaselocalyanderefan]

Drawing Internet Horror Characters for a Year

Day 163:

The Look-See

[dragon-subway]

so i'm making another guy. might see him more later

[wakeofvultures]

Aro immortalizes this image into a Greek stela. "Patron of the arts?" What if the arts was how they used to shitpost about each other before shitposting was a thing.

This is a common enough generic stock pose for Caius to be in when he's annoyed or going through EmotionsTM, so this can be about whatever the viewer wants, but...

In my fic, I imagine that it takes Caius a bit to realize that he is in fact a father now. Athenodora, who orchestrated the impromptu adoption probably a decade prior, is looking at Marcus like "is he for real?" Marcus is like "yeah, he really didn't know."

Commission Info for those interested