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My Creeper Redesign

Posting often is apparently too much of a task for my pair of brain cells. So here, have a creeper but tree scented.

Is this going to be a continuous series of art pieces? I'm flattered you think i have any form of discipline or self control.

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Its crazy how much 3 years can entirely change you and your art work! Also hi I'm DOT, a bizarre artist who makes bizarre things...ye. here have spooky art

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"Its the guy!"

“That’s him!”

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The following story is not meant for younger people. Reader be advised

"The forest was endless...

Our legs couldn't carry us much longer; the mad sprint from the village was sudden. The last I saw was the burning remains of my home; its screams crackled in embers of lost memories. Those soldiers shot down anyone who apposed them without second thought and left their bodies without a second glance...stripped of all joy...we took of then. But as we reached the threshold of the forest I turned back and saw a colossal figure with straight horns and dead cold eyeless sockets staring back at me with the remains of a women in its mangled hands. It turned and began to chase us.

I turn to look back; deeper in the forest now; and saw nothing behind us. A sense of relief washes over me as I begin to slow down to let my legs rest; the man following me joined me in the calm...I had hope...

Then a branch fell...

I stopped in horror. My heart twitching, head heavy, hope dead...

We look up...and see the twisted monster above us, splayed in the trees with its body contorted in an unnatural shape. Its face dripping with blood and its empty sockets dripping with a fresh black substance. Its horns are stabbing straight up out of its alien skull. Its neck raw and flabby; its body covered in thick skeletal looking armour and its undead grey skin stretched so thing you could almost think the muscle will burst out of it with a twitch. Its tail wrapping around a severed arm still shaking from the high of life. Hot steam escaped its high up nose as its entire face shifts and jitters...I see its legs tense up...and it launched down at inhuman speeds... i yell to the man to move...but as I look I heart guttural screams of fear as I witness this monsters face crack open revealing numerous giant teeth dotting every part of its mouth. A disturbing cackle echos from its throat. Like if tumors could laugh at its victims. It bites down on the man's skull; engulfing his skull with little effort. The man screams in agony as the beasts teeth sink into his neck and head. He gurgles and gags on his blood as it rears back its head and rips his neck muscle to pieces. Bloody skin and muscle tear and stretch as the beast pulled. The man's spine dragged along side it; only stopping as the monster moved its head back leaving a stingy mess of muscle, skin and bone. The man's body twitches as life escapes him.

Silence...

I am silent and petrified...

As it turns towards me its bloody mouth moves the separated parts of the skull to for a twisted visage of a smile. As it charges towards me...

I only hope its fast..."

Well, well, well

What have we here?

First of: happy Halloween you lil monsters!

But also: a gore drawing that has both seekers new design but also a new colour pallet. How fun.

Anyway I hoped you all liked the story and the drawings! They were a blast to make (but I fear I maybe dying from sharpie fumes)

Anyhoot!

Thats all,

T●●dles!

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The short story you're about to read is not meant for anyone below the age of 18; it will have gore described in vivid detail, Readers be warned

"The room echoed with the screams of alarms. The crimson lights dragged the shadows across the floors and walls like arms clawing away at their cells. The room was a clean white room. Tables with mounds of research notes and chairs draped with lab coats, all spun out away from the desk. It was empty...all for 2 individuals. One standing tall, the other hunched over a computer. A microphone pressed against his mouth.

"Charlie 3 do you copy?" The man stared on the snow covered screen. Beats of sweat drift down his fore head down to his cheeks and with a resounding splash it falls onto the table.

"This is Charlie 3 we copy," Replied the captain "Turning live feed...now". Like clockwork the screen lit up with a glitchy camera feed of a dark corridor. Blood splattered walls funnel the group of 6 into its maw.

"Captain, we need you to tell us what you see. The feed is full noise. It keeps cutting of the image" pleaded the hunched man; preparing for the worse. The experiment breached containment four hours ago and the entirety of sector 4 was evacuated...yet people were missing...the man was hoping for his friends to be hiding..but he knows.

"We have several casualties, the experiment was here," noted the captain. Mumbles from off camera can be heard "the blood is still fresh. Its close".

Both the hunched man and the upright woman stared at each other. The man reluctantly spoke;

"Immobilise the experiment"

Fast but thought out footsteps can be heard. It echos down the corridors. As the pass each door they peer inside with a flashlight and are met with a grizzly sight. Scientists marinaded in their own blood, visible breaks where bone has pieced the flesh and gasped the rotten air, innards spilled with savage slashed to their stomachs and rips. The smell alone made men and women who trained years in hell gag and vomit.

A echo creeps its way down the corridor; like a guttural gargled cry for mercy manglwd with a unstable laughter. Along it thick squelches of mutated muscles and blood as a grotesque foot slammed before them with a crack.

The feed cuts...

The hunched over man sat in bated breath. Preparing for noises to follow. The monitor was an array of black, gray and white. Constantly moving, shifting their places...

The sound of cracking gunfire blasted the speakers, cries of fear coincided with a deafening scream of madness and hate. Rapid foot falls can be heard hitting the floor as a fast and painful slash can be heard. Followed by a howl of pain. Wet splats echo as a hard thump hits the floor. Next, a horrific crunch and a lady cries in agony and then she is silenced by a horrific bite. Blood can be heard dripping. As the images in the hunched man's mind got worse and worse. The feed cuts back. He looks up in shock and sees...

A mangled mess of a former man stood before him. Sunken eyes meet him. Seemingly dead, desaturated and grey. On the sides of its head; jagged protrusions jut out in all directions. The face split open with its top jaw pushed to the brink of cracking. Inside is a mutated mess of sharpens fangs dripping with blood. Its bottom jaw snapped in half only being held up with a mess of muscles. Its neck is a array of pulled muscles holding its head. Its dead grey skin dangled haplessly on a overgrown skeleton. Its arm raised high to protect its face its arm a mess or raw muscle with bludges of hardened skin. Its stomach is a twisted mess of red. The monster slams another soldier against the wall. It uses is fused hand to grasp his skull and pound it against the wall. A stomach curling crunch echos as his brain is plastered against the now red walls.

A shotgun is held up near the camera as it fires a slug into the monsters ribs. Ripping through its flesh. The beast simply turns and charges at the man. The feed cuts. As a loud thud and struggling envelops the mic. The man cries for help as the feed reconnects just in time for the beast to slam its skull against the man's. He cries louder and the monster repeatedly slams its head against his. Ending with a resounding crack as the camera cuts out...the man and women are left in shock. The only sound is the sirens.

"This is promising," spoke the women, she had a confident grin on her face "send in teams 4 through 7".

She calmly walks out of the door. The man is left with himself...the alarms...and a monster he helped create..."

Yeah, If it wasn't obvious i do love writing these stories. So I finally got to share. Yay!

Hope it wasn't too bad and morbid. I'm a bit rusty due to covid.

Anyway, thats all.

T●●dles!