Abomination Magnets

Take a look in the mirror

A depiction of those that have fallen, with sybolism of the cross, the poppy and growth, life and death... parting. Lest we forget those that have given for their life for our survival... Remembering War and not celebrating War. Remembering those that have fallen... Peace, serenity and purity be upon you. Amen. 10% of the proceeds of this artwork will be donated to the Royal British Legion ~ whom I am thankful to - for their support.

A cute version of the future Amity Blight

cat cryptid

Cute Cthulhu and baby abominations. Too adorable.

I am the doorway

Take a look in the mirror

This mad lad has crisps for wings and does absolutely nothing most of the time.

Lick, lick.

Nothing remains... save a burning will to survive.

Brace yourself for an unspeakable terror lurking in the shadows—the Zombie Panther, a nightmarish abomination that defies the laws of nature. With relentless hunger burning in its lifeless eyes, this once graceful predator now roams the darkness on two twisted and skeletal legs. Its decaying flesh clings to its sinewy form, as it lunges towards you with a malevolent purpose. Every step it takes sends shivers down your spine, as the stench of death and decay fills the air. Beware its predatory instincts, for its razor-sharp claws hunger for fresh flesh. In this bone-chilling encounter, survival hangs by a thread.

Did I say it right?

As the shirt says, please don't put pineapple on pizza

To fight the abyss, one must know it...

Developing Abomination-Based Weapons

Shifting, swaying — she mesmerizes her prey before the final strike.

Chow Down!

Designed this little dude during a stream on twitch for Mermay 2021, but took my idea into cursed mer-creatures so this was born! I particularly like his flip flop suntan

From the depths of the afterlife, a macabre fusion of technology and decay emerges—a horrifying Steampunk Zombie with a twisted visage and an insatiable hunger for the living. Its rotting flesh adorned with intricate gears, this abomination of the mechanical and the undead has one arm cruelly replaced by a deadly firearm. The clicking of gears echoes ominously as it stalks its prey, its hollow eyes piercing through the veil of darkness. Beware the relentless onslaught of this unholy amalgamation, for its clockwork mechanisms fuel its unstoppable rampage. Brace yourself for a collision of horror and steampunk as the Gears of the Damned grind towards an eternity of terror.

A sister of battle. Pious and unrelenting.

hail to the king

YOU'VE NEVER SEEN THIS MOON SO DON'T SAY ITS YOURS inside joke to the corporation taking my stuff down

Beware the beast...

A champion markswoman - keen for a new kind of challenge

The vulgar offspring of Leviathan and the Bonnacon, The Tarasque is a legendary dragon that terrorized the southern regions of France. Said to be, fatter than a bull, longer than a horse, the face of some perverse feline, with teeth and spines like swords, fowl abyssal quality's, a greasy matted mane sat a top its horrid mound of bulk and scale, A torrential miasma of rancid gas, venoms and flame would endlessly discharge out of its gaping maw, tainting the very essence of a thing

Shoot, bandage and pillage: the dancing steps of war.

the endless cycle of creation and destruction

Lump o' bird

hurt then heal

Uh...

This is Jeremy.

a curse here a curse there why care?

Developing Abomination-Based Weapons

A magical, mystical being

His name is Calvin