Grace

@eriopsis.bsky.social

Artist at MCDM with an unhealthy obsession with gothic armor

We began to explore the Draugr 2.0, which moved into some crazy territory with a Draugr Queen (Playing with ideas of a fallen Valkerie) But ultimately we pushed onto a miniboss: The Hateful. Ultimately we sought to make a new enemy variety over increasing the number of Draugr Variations.

💀MALICE💀 Rejoice in the corruption. Ive been busy painting a lot of personal work and have yet to post it all. Theres more coming....but with less spikey tentacles 🐙

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Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. If some lady handed me a free sword I'd still take it though.

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🌙 Elrond, Moon - Reader 🌙 Painted for Magic: The Gathering - Universes Beyond - The Hobbit AD: Cassie Murphy Very excited to show my take on Elrond for the Mtg Hobbit Set! Back when I was a teenager Elrond was my favorite character of the books and getting to officially paint him, was a huge joy! 😍

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We report: as we were walking, the sky ahead of us was a milky white, certainly nothing like rain. We stopped for a sip of water, and finally noticed the clouds pooling behind us. We almost immediately felt a raindrop on our cheek, the wind pushing our hair into our face.

Digital painting of a wide field of green, tall grass. The sky above is overcast, with large, dark grey, bubbling clouds rising into it. There are a few houses in the distance, grey and red roofs, surrounded by trees. There is hogweed growing in the foreground.

Angel of the Cycle. Personal artwork of mine, started as a MtG style assignment in Winona Nelson's Smarterartschool class wayy back in winter. I tinkered with it on and off over the months, between freelance work. Now it's finally finished! :D

A female black-winged angel carrying a scythe staff. Her face is beautiful, but a part of it is blackened and mummified, and she lifts a black lace veil to reveal it. Her outfit displays a similar marring on her body: one of her hands is only bones. She wears her decay with pride as she regards us. Bats fly around her, their heads are skulls.