#horror art

[comikbook]

mapped out the colors on this

[keezybees]

Don't worry baby~

Prints!

[fresh-cup-of-antimatter]

@whereserpentswalk

This art felt like something you would like.

✖︎ a horror game in which every creature fucking hates you ✖︎

[strange-house-art]

I can also be found on bluesky

[rounni]

𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆.

ghostkidtradingcards.

[weirdlookindog]

Georges Antoine Rochegrosse (1859–1938) - Les Litanies de Satan, 1910

from Charles Baudelaire's 'Les Fleurs du mal'

[wifewilson]

oh my god

substance art, so far

[kayleerowena]

haunted house portrait for @charaznablescanontoyota of landis from her web serial @antlerscolorado! 🏚

[isbergillustration]

eXTINGUISHED

[comikbook]

update :]

[spooksandstories]

The salvage crew didnt know what the hell to make of it. They came back rambling about bones and bodies, saying it didn't make any sense.

3 days of questioning were needed to get a full picture of what they'd found, amid panic and delirium.

A derelict. Floating deep on the galaxy's edge. God knows what they were doing that far out, but the salvage team noticed the derelict by chance. Almost crashed into it.

Inside, it was dead. Just that. No noise, no movement, even the colour was sapped from the environment. All grey and black, and shadow.

But it wasn't empty. There were bodies, parts of bodies at least. Fused into the walls, the doors, posted up like totem poles all over the interior. Skulls malformned and distorted, stretched across podiums like skin over a rack. Limbs hollowed out into pipes. Or maybe they were growing from the walls.

Among them all, most perplexing of all, a statue of a woman. Positioned against the far wall, arms crossed and head facing up toward the ceiling. She was nude, and carried herself with a saintly elegance.

It was impossible to deny. She was human. Or near enough. Face, breasts, hands and stomach, all human. Except for the growth sprouting from her scalp. Almost like a crown.

By this point, the salvage crew knew they were far out of their depth. Far from any sane line of thinking.

They took photo and video evidence, and what little physical samples they dared to.

Their commanding officer wanted nothing more than to sweep this incident under the rug. Pretend it had never happened. But this was a major find, and could have significant consequences for all of humanity.

But one thing gave her pause.

While reviewing the video footage captured by the crew, the officer noticed a detail which made her blood run cold.

At the end of the footage, as the crew are packing up and preparing to leave, the camera turns toward the room of necrotic machinery and decorations.

Visible in the background, is the nude statue. Standing tall above the totems and bones.

Except she was no longer looking at the ceiling.

The statues face had turned toward the camera, toward the crew.

She was smiling. Smiling wide and proud. Like how a parent might look at their child.

All data on the derelict was destroyed. Not a word about it was to be spoken ever again.

Whatever was on that derelict, human or not, best it not recieve any more fresh meat.

H. R. Giger "Biomechanoid III"

Oil, airbrush, mixed media

[keezybees]

Isn't it neat~

Prints!

[artmagicly]

Art by ungfio

[maravillosita]

Good morning moral orel nation

[sploon-zoon]

I LUV WHEN PPL DRAW JEFF LIKE THIS