#ollyneanderthal art

[ollyneanderthal]

drew some medieval marginalia for our discord challenge

[lil-tachyon]

I'm sooooo obsessed with your style! who are some of your inspirations?

I've gotten this question a few times and I try not to repeat myself, so if you want to see some of my previous answers, here's a link.

Some people/things that are influencing me right now, in no particular order:

@ollyneanderthal is my current favorite creature designer. Conveys so much with the minimum amount of detail + their silhouettes are always so distinctive:

@olliemnjones is my current favorite painter. Incredible blend of detailed rendering with highly exaggerated character proportions and compositions:

Sheilah Beckett is an illustrator who I somehow only discovered this year but who is fast becoming one of my primary influences:

Been really into band logos and rock/punk/metal iconography lately. Here are some favorites:

(Also, can't believe I didn't realize The Cars had such a sick logo until recently. Looks like it belongs to an early thrash / NWOBHM band)

In general I've been really enamored of a lot of 20th century art from socialist / Eastern Bloc countries, especially poster designs. Was never exposed to any of this growing up (I'm from the US of A) so it's all new to me. Too broad a topic to discuss in detail (actually if anybody could give me book recommendations on socialist art, I'd really appreciate it) but here are some random favorites I've saved:

In particular I'd like to highlight the work of René Mederos:

Hope you enjoy! And thanks for the question!

[rapidpunches]

Art fight attack for @ollyneanderthal !! :D

[icysilvertail]

Anomaul

My last attack for artifght this year! This time a friendly fire for @ollyneanderthal and their very cute and creative fakemon design :3

Artfight link:

[marlutterianae]

DISMALIA - The Six Eyed (Prince of) Horror.

(Art by God Of All Things. Carrd: https://godofallthings.carrd.co/ )

The Butcher had separated himself from his allies as they regrouped around the bright burning radiance of Dorris's triumphant Torch Banner that Renkora furiously nailed to the previously impecable obsidian colored floor that mirrored them unnervingly, shattering the inverted reflection as the burn the penumbra around them restored their fighting spirits and reinforced their sanity. And the reptilian monstrosity that reign over this black marble territory; this temple alien and ancient, could only anxiously circle around their radiant radius, crawling desperately looking for an opening. But where had the Butcher gone?

Their first descend before bringing the Radiant Church Warrior Dorris was a humiliating defeat at the claws of this abominable darkness dweller where it had fallen upon their group after spiraling upwards the mirroring black marble pillars. This was one of its hunting tactics, one Bosco was going to use against it as an impotent form of petty poetic revenge. It was reckless, foolish and unnecessarily risky, he thought to himself, but his Rokyu pride enticed him for that desperate craving for stylish performance. He, the unseen, imperceptible shadow hunter, mounting this demon. "Lucifugus. It flees from the light. It avoids it, painfully". The Butcher awaited its chance, and leaped from the pillar aiming to land upon its back, but against all odds he was and grappled mid air by the demon then squeezed by its massive paw. To the surprise of all humans, he was not crushed to death, punctured by claws or even devoured. But in fact, remained in its clutch, as this demon gazed upon him with six dreadful eyes, exhaling a chilling breath.

The demon turned away from the light, the Butcher wrestle against its crushing grasp. The demon bones in his armor shielding him from the pressure. Then as he felt the darkness embrace him like a mantle, he heard it. Inside of his mind, creeping into his fleshy brain like worms of thought. Demonic telepathy. The demon was trying to bond psychically with Bosco, communicate with him. It was not working. There was some kind of interference, or perhaps the demon's mind was not powerful enough to make it. Bosco was desperately studying the proportions of the demon and overthinking an escape route down its body. A flimsy distraction to what was surely imminent death. The demon was losing patience trying to form a coherent thought, there was only psychic static and strange indescribable emotions projected into Bosco's mind. But before this Horror could harm the Butcher, it fell the devastating impact of a high caliber bullet hit its jaws and shattering its teeth.

Dorris had rescued his friend by shooting the demon right in the grin, and taking away its ability to chew.

. . . The Vicious Visage of the Six Eyed Prince of Horror greets himself as a reflection on the Black Marble Palace. The crown of ocular appendages surrounding its skull observe the souless emptiness of its vestigial eye sockets. Its icy, lifeless breath incapable of fogging the sight of what he has become.

Art by: Olly Neanderthal. Twitter: https://twitter.com/ollyneanderthal

. . . The Six Eyed Prince desperately wants to feed the Black Marble Monolith of its domain with human blood, the sacrifices need to have their lives ended by it by any means. The demon prince has to bash its prey against it in order to listen to its words and recover its sanity. During their fight it tries so hard brutalizing yet keeping alive Bosco's group in order to finish them off by bashing them against the pillar. After being wounded enough to lose its balance and crash against the black pillar, breaking it from its foundation, it goes berserk and grabs it as crushing weapon.

It clings desperately to the broken Monolith that whispers telepathically discernible and recognizably human thoughts to its exalted and frenzied mind, providing comfort and an escape from the dread of being imprisoned as a demon in this Avernal Underworld.

The Monolith is a relic that whispered telepathically thoughts and emotions, that it could comprehend and discern as undeniably cohesive and human, which it did by telling him stories of this sanctuary and its people, as well as the ancient demons that ruled and built it. Sacrifices became available as the gates of the Underworld were opened and hunters from Dismalia began to venture into these forsaken depths.

The Prince holds to the pillar as he would do for dear life, dear sanity. His old human life, remnants of his humanity now used to brutally bash and crush its prey. He's hanging on dearly to the only thing that will communicate with it as before.

Staring right at the tip of the monolith... We tend to relate the tip of things as being the front, since the heads are up there. Beholding it... He looks like he's trying to confide with the monolith... The monolith went silent really quickly once the hunters showed up, hearts beating, brains pulsing.

And the only way to get him to speak again is...

Feeding it.

(Art by Brandon. Alias DrRainbowhat. Twitter: https://twitter.com/DrRainbowhat ).

[ollyneanderthal]

quick sketch of owlbear and displacer beast redesigns, coz i think just a bear with an owl's head and just a panther with six legs and tentacles are boring

owlbear design is somewhat inspired by it's first appearance

[ollyneanderthal]

Gargoyle.

[ollyneanderthal]

Some wip chimaera sketches for Ohm

Like many empires before them, Aramir created bestial chimaeras believing it would bring them closer to godhood, but they differed in using the divine blood and flesh of dragons in many of their chimaeras, a truly profane act

[ollyneanderthal]

The Chitin Tiger, a new god of death and beauty

here's to things getting better folks

[ollyneanderthal]

back on my dwarf and elf bullshit - just gonna get weirder with each redesign

[ollyneanderthal]

some neato doodles

[ollyneanderthal]

quick redraw of a monster i drew when i was 5? 6? i actually have a vague memory of drawing this, i was on holiday at the time

[ollyneanderthal]

Lil theropods

[ollyneanderthal]

gem-eater toad and glowbottle

[ollyneanderthal]

ohm celestial sketches

[ollyneanderthal]

In these trying times online, you are morally òbligated to support your fave online artist (some cretin called olly) by telling them they're very very cool and good at art