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raelhbishop · 18 days
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FOR A WEEK ONLY I'M OFFERING A 15% DISCOUNT ON ALL COMMISSIONS!!
YIPPEE!!!
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raelhbishop · 18 days
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The Making of a Monster
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Gender Nonconforming Jesus: A look at art history. CW: religion, transphobia, artistic nudity, depictions of open wounds (Long post)
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raelhbishop · 18 days
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New Crow Time 🐦‍⬛🦊🌟
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raelhbishop · 18 days
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Hello, today is my birthday, and I would like to share a comic I made in the last year with you. It's called Broomistega and Thrinaxodon.
This comic was originally printed with yellow, fluorescent pink, light teal, and violet risograph inks. Physical copies are available in my shop.
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raelhbishop · 18 days
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Hey everybody, go check out @simon-roy 's new book Refugium on Kickstarter! If Simon's reputation on its own somehow isn't enough to convince you to back it, there's a whole mini specbio guidebook with entries from me and like a ton of your other favorite artists probably.
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Here are my little aliens without the text and weathered effects
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raelhbishop · 18 days
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'The Winds' Grandchildren of Stribog', illustration by Martin Nowak-Njechornski, 1950
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raelhbishop · 18 days
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New gender binary: either you exist or you don't exist.
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raelhbishop · 1 month
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bluegh
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raelhbishop · 2 months
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I paid waaay too much on a copy of Monster Manual III for this sole reason.
Everything I've played or ran is 5e; I have no reason to own MM3 aside from:
a. It looks awesome
b. Inspiration
c. It looks fucking awesome
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LOOK. AT. THIS.
Horrors mere mortals were not meant to comprehend!
I'd post photos of what's inside my copy, but I'm presently outside my void ship and unable to access my collection of tomes.
i’ll talk trash about D&D 3/3.5 all day long but i gotta say the core book cover aesthetic fucked so hard. everyone got hyper burned out on this kind of thing 20 years ago because everybody did it all at once for a while but look, get over here and gaze with new and forgiving eyes.
3rd ed went “oh wouldn’t it be sick if we made them look like fantasy books?”
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and 3.5 fucking doubled down.
do you not wish to crack open a fucking tome, boy?
do you not wish to gaze upon my magical spells?
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they were so filled with fantasy and wonderment that the nostalgia reprint premium edition in 2012 was like oh shit we dreamed too big we gotta reduce the whimsy so nobody knows we were cringe in middle school.
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raelhbishop · 2 months
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leave your laundry on the floor for them
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raelhbishop · 2 months
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raelhbishop · 2 months
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“After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: if anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately. Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there. An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly. Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she did this. I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly. Shu dow-a, shu-biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick, sho bit se-wee? The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—she stopped crying. She thought our flight had been canceled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late. Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him. We called her son and I spoke with him in English. I told him I would stay with his mother until we got on the plane and would ride next to her—Southwest. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out, of course, they had ten shared friends. Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours. She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—and was offering them to all the women at the gate. To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California, the lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies. And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—non-alcoholic—and the two little girls from our flight, one African American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice and lemonade, and they were covered with powdered sugar, too. And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing with green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere. And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought, this is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped—has seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women, too. This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost.”
— Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.”
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raelhbishop · 2 months
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Doodles from the past few days, including a Brennos redesign.
Theo the Satyr belongs to @raelhbishop.
Stora the Stikini was conceptualized by @raelhbishop, but drawn by me.
Amygdala, the Sightless, and Brennos Lobhadh belong to me.
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raelhbishop · 3 months
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(original post by @skele-by-the-ton)
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raelhbishop · 3 months
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