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some monsters from a nightmare

Some more Ghira because I wanted to entertain the idea of him having Big Boi X’s teeth and eyes~

Someone insulted his kids and he is NOT having it! Plus it works well as an intimidation tactic.

#my art #dream art #my ghira #big boi x #dream beasts

Was editing SC’s page via World Anvil on the god/deity tab, saw there was a tenets of faith part and this image of SC seeing that appeared in my mind’s eye (with prompting from @spark-circuit of course)

#sc #dream art #my art #dream beasts #plus I'm watching vinny play carrion and it gives me massive SC vibes #hence why this dude is on my mind

The Makers

Another Dream I had. I forget where I found this pic, but all credit goes to the artist, whoever did it. I’ll totally edit this if I ever find out the artist again, for proper credit. Terrible storms rolled in. Everyone knew that you couldn’t be outside during the storms because of these things everyone was calling ‘Makers’. These things, never actually fully seen, hid in the thunderheads and let down their tendrils or tentacles. They were called Makers because they’d reach down and snag random things -- cars, debris, loose items....people... -- and take them up into the sky where they’d combine them with other items they’d picked up with other tendrils...and they’d ‘Make’ something new, before dropping it and ‘Making’ something new. As you’d expect, something ‘made’ of a living creature didn’t tend to survive the Making process, nor the subsequent fall from the sky. Usually it was just one Maker per storm, or at least people thought that. But when you saw three, four, five different sets of tendrils, coming out of the clouds at completely opposite angles, you knew you were encountering a storm that had room for more than one. The tendrils or tentacles...you couldn’t quite make any detail out on them. At a distance they did resemble whisps of cloud. Until they darted forward at unbelievably fast. Faster than any thing had a right to. Faster than you could run away. Closer, you could tell they were still the color of the clouds they hid in, but the tendrils were segmented, with angular scales on their upper sides. And if you looked carefully you could see a line of what seemed to be orbs running the length of the tendril, that occasionally would flare blue, with the glow travelling from tip to cloud. Not often, but sometimes, if they were angled right when you looked at them. In the dream I had, the storm that rolled in was a real monster. Black clouds, with that sickly yellow sky beneath, roiling storm front... real F5-tornado weather. And three Makers were in it, idling, biding their time. It was only when we looked up and saw them already snagging things with their miles-long tendrils that we all ran inside. It was common knowledge, in this dream, that the Makers only ever took what wasn’t nailed down outside. They never violated buildings that had their windows and doors shut. But...if you left a door open, you might find a questing tentacle had found something it wanted in your home. Perhaps you. So it was survival tactics to make sure the place was sealed, and the inside doors were closed too. I don’t know if they were hostile, playful, curious, or what. They seemed unknowable, and disinclined to care about people. They were so very alien. But they were so alien you couldn’t even call them evil; the concept just didn’t exist for them as we understood it. They were just...another part of the nature of the world.

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