WELCOME TO FLOPPYS ART DUMPSTER! i am your OP, floppy, and this is my hot flaming garbage gallery of art! put those phones on silent, and enjoy the gallery. (ps, its called floppys art DUMPSTER for a reason!)
#Floppys Art Dumpster! (all traditional art i cant do digital 😞)
ancient cradle
meet, the god of death himself, LEVIATHAN! leader of BLISTERS BLOOD, the fascinating cult. his cause was to annihilate the bishops of the old faith, but even after they (the bishops) were destroyed, the cult thrived.
(ignore the feet...)
(CREDITS TO NOVAARTZ FOR THE FLEECE DESIGN I GREATLY APPRECIATE YOU 🙏🙏)
mint crypt
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THANK YOUU
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i decided to finally get the motivation to redesign leviathan because i didnt likr how he looked :3
ancient cradle
HEY GUYS
IVE GRADUATED FROM MID ART
TW!! SLIGHT NSFW, NOTHING MAJOR, JUST POOR MUSCLES
THE NARINDER AFTER RITUAL OF LUST!! (shirtless cause naked obvi
translation from my poor handwriting to proper english:
Damned lamb! Making me wear their stupid bell!
stupid ritual!
...stupid mortal feelings..
Only there because Lambert wanted him (nari) to pose with it (the crown)
im particularly proud of this
its the best ive done in a long time
BTW IM LITERALLY A BEGINNER ON MUSCLES/ANATOMY
LIKE SERIOUSLY NEW
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i decided to finally get the motivation to redesign leviathan because i didnt li...
booo bad art booo
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Five points to a pentagram, five portents of doom, five siblings stood abreast, five gods and one tomb.
Five becomes four becomes three becomes two becomes one becomes nothing.
My door is the next to be knocked upon. Knock, knock, the Lamb comes to raze, end of days, end of days.
He waits by the rocks of the darkened sea, at the foot of the long, sudden drop. Within the maw of pointed-teeth beasts, the stutter of the heart, then stopped… He was the fifth. The fifth Bishop of the Old Faith. Our brother, The One Who Waits. Back then he was known by the name Narinder. But as millennia wore on, he grew discontent with his role. He began to question. He was gluttonous in his ambition. And in my imprudence I loved him. For it, I lost my mind. For it, he lost his freedom. Can you fathom such betrayal, Lamb? Of your own turned against you? Would you like to find out?
I am not what I once was. Though no longer wise, I am no fool. I know the end draws near. I can take some comfort in confession. The blame hangs heavy 'round my neck. I introduced him to ideas of change; for my domain is knowledge, and it is ever evolving. An organic state of being for myself, but for him… most unnatural. Death cannot flow backward. It was I who had him chained. Forced into subjugation by the four of us. Subjugated as you too soon shall be. Make peace, bow to me, Lamb.
Have you thought of what awaits you once your task is completed? What is to become of you? The lamb is, after all, the sacrificial beast. Bred to slaughter. If I cannot stop you, then I can at least prepare you for the suffering to come.
I envy you not. While you may yet kill me, still I would not trade places. It is time to draw this ugly business to a close. He waits at the point of the sharpened blade, the fate that cannot be outrun. He waits in the eye of the raging storm, at the end of the long day done.
He of havoc, he of blight; she of hunger, they of might.
Meet Shamura, horseman of war.
quasi kernel
ohh it all looks so cool !
ancient cradle
AAAAGH THANK YOU
IVE WAITED SO LONG FOR SOMEONE TO COMPLIMENT MY ATT
ART
ignore the first few posts they suck
quasi kernel
aww hahah, I don't think they suck
ancient cradle
yeah they do ☹️☹️