Pretty old piece I did as I was getting accustomed to digital art, still feel like sharing given it surprisingly did well on Twitter lol
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Some very old OCs of mine, which came from a nuclear throne mod I created, Hell’s Gate, when I was like... 13.
I’d say that it shows, but I would absolutely design characters like this even now.
COMMANDO - The undying soldier
CRAWLER - Rebel of hell’s army
DAMNED - Revenant of the ship’s platoon
DEVOTEE - Acolyte of the new machine
FLESH - Priest of the old flesh
FREAK - A rotting mistake
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I finally figured it out!
So now I can take pictures of my drawings.
I haven't been drawing periodically for a while, so I have to take away some rust from my hand, so I decided to do a full page of one of the last games that I have been playing.
I wanted to play it because it was a different version of Enter the gungeon with a Bill Cipher (look alike) as a playable character, but it's been a good game this far.
Also, I wanted to do a close up of every character (a picture for each one) :v but not sure if people that are seen this would like that.
Just a close up of the assassin because that little fella is the biggest pain at every run with the crossbow.
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I always loved to think that Fish is the glue that holds the gang together and is the entire reason they stick with eachother.
I also think this means hes managed to convince Chicken into holding weekly movie nights and they seldom ever agree on what movie they want to watch.
Like Steroids wants to watch an Akira Kurosawa film or whatever film nerds watch and YV wants to watch all of the Sharknado movies in a row with no breaks while Robot wants to watch sorting algorithms for 3 hours.
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15. Bones (Melting)
@demonic-ungaikyo-dragon
Goopy boy, squishy motherfucker
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The melting figure slumped back in a makeshift throne in their cavern. Fish wasn't sure if they’d carved it themself or just found it like that. Frankly he was pretty sure he didn’t want to know the fact. He wanted to find a fellow survivor he could actually trust for once, and that fact could change his opinion on things really fast.
Next to their throne was a barrel of small disc shaped explosives. At the side of the cavern, weapons were on display. Different kinds of guns mostly, but there were a few melee weapons, and some other strange types of weaponry.
He knew the bloodstains on them were from prior owners. He just knew it. Whether they were survivors like him, or monsters like the bandits was another question entirely, another thing he didn't want to know.
“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” The melted figure asked, still slumped over in his throne.
“Another survivor. I overheard some bandits talking about your wares, and how you decimated one of their camps to get said wares.” Fish answered, thinking it best to keep his name out of the conversation for now.
The figure perked up at mention of his knowledge of them, “Ah, yes, I am rather infamous around these parts. So easy to strike down, but so destructive to make up for it.” They paused to push melted flesh away from their eye socket, what Fish could only assume was their good eye. “All my wares are taken from my victims’ corpses, well, at least what remains of them.”
“You sell them?”
“Of course, I’m not using them all, but they're a bit pricey. If you wanna buy them, you gotta first get some resources for yours truly.” Fish cringed slightly as they gestured at themself with a blackened skeletal hand. It barely looked like bone anymore, more like a rock but even that was being generous. “Of course that’s all determined by me though, many don't make it back alive.”
Fish overlooked the weapons on the wall beside them. There was nothing he wanted from them at the moment, but maybe he should start stocking up for the just in case scenarios.
“But, enough about me, let’s talk about you, Fish-Sticks.”
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