Reaper - Blog Posts
I felt like designing the four horseman, so this is the first I have done, Death. (I know I’m starting with the last one, but I was really happy with the design so here it is)
“When the Lamb broke the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature saying, “Come.” I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth.“
first draw in my sketchbook! #sketch #reaper #tradicionalart #watercolor #sketchbook #drawing https://www.instagram.com/p/BsoxhRGlYuv/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13c19z4s7udl8
After getting mushed by Covid for a week I started playing "Death and Taxes" yesterday. I really like the character customization, but had something in mind, so I tried to draw it!
When the brain worms are worming, OC’s go through it.
Where Do The Wild Things Go?
December 31, 2021.
Sergeant Jane Doe. Due to your recent behavior. Involving the incident of Trident 994. Your file is being placed under review. We will contact you upon further investigation of said incident, which resulted in the loss of lives of your squadron. You will know our verdict within the month. Until then you’re not permitted to fly, and confined to base barracks. You’re grounded for the duration of this investigation.
Her fist slams into the the wall of her room, now prison. A feral snarl leaving her fresh stitched up-broken lips as her knuckles hit plaster. Her other hand crumples the correspondence letter between blanched fingers.
They clipped her wings. No. They tore them out. Clean political fingers dug deep into the bloody mess of her wings, blood she’d shed in their name. In their service. By the fistful, they pulled, and pulled, and pulled.
The throb of her knuckles, the drip of blood through broken gloves, is non-existent. Not even a steady throb. It wasn’t real.
“They can’t do this!” She rasps, voice trembling. This was all she had. Her use was here, in digging people out of the hell they’ve found themselves in. Grasping arms and pulling them up out of reach of death. Back to safety, back to home. It was not their time, not yet.
“They can’t fucking do this.” Her shoulders begin to shake, dusty near noir hair falling over her face, lungs heaving with an attempt at breath that would not come. Trident 994 was never supposed to happen. All those people. She could have saved them. She knew it, if they had listened.
They had not, and the mantle of death dove in. She did not come back out the same.
Why send her. The Reaper. The decider of those who got to see the ferrymen’s boat. If they did not want her to reap what they had sowed? They had molded her. Fresh and willing, so young.. so naive. Gave her the black cloak and pushed the scythe into her hands and sent her off to swing. They were trying to contain death.
Death could not be contained.
Suuure cap.. if that so why don't ya take ur hat off? 🤨
but eventually you’ll stop growing hair and it’ll thin. You need to preserve as much Price hair as you can
MY HAIR IS NOT THINNING. I AM A YOUNG MAN.
Boo. Happy Halloween. Subnautica filmatic mode is a fucking nightmare.
He aquí mi dibujo más reciente.
Su nombre es Haruka, un oc de YSLM / ITGR 🦊 🦊
Follow up to this.
Things have been getting extremely slow and stale around here due school and workstuff, but I wanted to at least wish you guys a Happy New Year and a belated Merry Christmas! I also want to thank everyone for the watches, likes and reblogs this year, it really does mean me a lot. <3 I hope all of you guys have a good one. C:
A.N.: Bigger version of the first panel is here .
Arthas originally wanted to name his horse, Invincible, Snowflake. That's mainly where his handle is from. Not just his frozen up wasteland. <3 Also, if you don't know what Maltael's handle is referring to, try THIS.
I sketched this up real fast as a reply to someone and it's not a practicular answer to an ask, but I wanted to share the love with y'all guys and wanted to say thank you for all of your watches, likes and asks! And it's about time Malthael has shoved up his creepy and handsome self here too. <3
Blackwatch: McCree meets Genji
McCree: I can't believe this shit. Do you speak American?!
Genji: ...
McCree: DO YOU SP---
Genji: *Walks away*
McCree: Hey! Do you think I'm playing with you?! *Pulls out gun and points it at Genji's head*
Genji: *faces McCree*
Gabriel: *Looking for McCree* Hey, Jesse! Where are you?
McCree: I'm here cap----!
Genji: *Grabs gun from McCree and points it at McCree's Face.*
McCree: Oh, Sunova---!
Gabriel: *Arrives at the scene* Hey! What's going on over here?
Genji: *Looks at Gabriel*
McCree: *Pulls out a second gun and points it at Genji's Face*
McCree: Drop the gun. Drop it or I'll shoot...
*Both McCree and Genji stare each other down as they point their guns at each other's faces*
Gabriel: Alright, Drop your weapons!
Gabriel: *Points his two shotguns at Jesse and Genji's crotches*
*Jesse and Genji drop their guns, and raised their hands in the air*
Genji: "He started it."