Every day now, my fear grows stronger. An urgent, physical need, like a gnawing hunger.
It’s a Light that is found in the eyes, but it is very subtle. Most can only see it in the darkness.
I grow thinner, as the Light shines brighter. I feel like my skin hangs loose in my body. I am always hungry.
I feel my bones begin to soften. The Light leaks out whenever my skin is bruised or frayed.
In the end, little of this flesh will remain. I will pass through Gates. The anxiety is too much for the soul to hold. I must be more than this. More than myself. More than this Light.
Hello everyone. My name is Felipe, I’m an aspiring artist from Brazil and a college student. Recently the game Cultist Simulator fell into my life and I’ve been absorbed by it. It’s an amazing lovecraftian card game about building a cult and surviving all the troubles that comes with it.
The art style it uses is so inspiring and I used what knowledge and skill I had to try and maybe give people the opportunity to look like one of the character cards from the game.
On this post you can see some examples of a few clients I got. If you are interested in getting a portrait for yourself or someone special, you are free to send me a direct message or email me at [email protected].
I think these portrait are endearing even if you never heard of the game, so don’t be afraid to reach out if you just like how they look.
As on the post, each portrait starts at 15 dolars, and each aditional color for the same portrait adds 2 dolars to the price, payment in advance through paypal.
Thank you for your time, I wish you all luck in keeping you sanity in this crazy year!
Hello everyone. My name is Felipe, I’m an aspiring artist from Brazil and a college student. Recently the game Cultist Simulator fell into my life and I’ve been absorbed by it. It’s an amazing lovecraftian card game about building a cult and surviving all the troubles that comes with it.
The art style it uses is so inspiring and I used what knowledge and skill I had to try and maybe give people the opportunity to look like one of the character cards from the game.
On this post you can see some examples of a few clients I got. If you are interested in getting a portrait for yourself or someone special, you are free to send me a direct message or email me at [email protected].
I think these portrait are endearing even if you never heard of the game, so don’t be afraid to reach out if you just like how they look.
As on the post, each portrait starts at 15 dolars, and each aditional color for the same portrait adds 2 dolars to the price, payment in advance through paypal.
Thank you for your time, I wish you all luck in keeping you sanity in this crazy year!
And finally, here’s my collection of comissions (and me), made in the card style of Cultist Simulator. I plan on opening comissions tomorrow morning, don’t knowif anyone will see this or if they do, they’ll be intested but it’s worth a shot.
The factory smokestacks rose white and gleaming rust-brick in the sunlight. And from their tops came clouds, until the trees were coated grey. Then, in the moth’s night, which is day, they came. while the six legged slept in the sun and dreamed of the moon. Some were taken by birds and eaten, some by, children and preserved.
Thus the king of all moths found his son, hiss firstborn, who he had not known to mark with ash over the lintel of his wings.
This is how a power found him. It spoke into his mind and he felt it like a tassled shawl around his shoulders. “And once again the wheel turns.” The roaring pain of a voice changed, the moth king thought, perhaps it seemed a little rueful? ironic? “And some, are crushed beneath it.”
“However…”
“Yes,” whispered the moth king, “i’d do anything you might ask.”
“Then be my agent in this, and i can give you revenge against your enemies, and protection.”
And the moth pharaoh said yes, and so The Moth smoothed his left hand over the king’s back and took out his scissors, and with them he cut the scales from his wings until they were windows, arched and ribbed, as clear as glass. andd he changed his skin until it shone with an under-tone of blue iridescence.
And grasped the very end of his abdomen and pulled until there appeared what looked at first glance like a stinger, but longer and with a much more sinister purpose.
“Now, are you ready to seek your foes, and to “subvert them from within?””
A quick nod, and with that motion the segmented eyes caught the light and glistened.
“At the corners of the Forge, in the bounds of the Mansus, the Glory’s fire meets baser elements. Here is a cunning vapour to infect your enemy’s dreams.”
