Then check out Boris Vallejo too, he did the same kind of mostly naked fantasy and sci-fi art that Frazetta did
Brom is also a great source of weird erotic fantasy art, often with a gothier and fetish gear-er perspective. One of my favs, did a ton of art for D&D and Magic back in the day.
everyone's all "you need stormtroopers for your evil space opera lair" but im all "retvrn to scaley creature goon squads"
Space... suit? Hah hah hah no we wear space thongs here. No i don't know what vacuum is but look at this glorious jewelled space codpiece.
not pictured: only 5 minutes ago, the human snucked into Gorn's home village and stole his ancestral favorite baseball card.
I can't explain it but this plus latex fetishism is how we got warframe.
"yeah you can copy my homework, just change it a little so the teacher won't notice"
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Watch out babe, I'll shoot these stinky lizard men, pew pew pew
If they were just a little bit more scaly, suddenly the cold-blooded Americans building military bases in my country would sound kinda poggers ngl
Alright, look at me, deer comrade. Look. at. me.
["NY Rush" starts playing out of nowhere]
So you do not seem to understand the implications of what I have written: somehow the parse tree that you have subconsciously drawn in your mind is completely different from the interpretation that I intended when I typed those 26 words. So I will now clarify exactly what I am trying to say: I would feign — that is, I would completely and utterly fabricate — an overtly enthusiastic support for the actually revolting American imperialist project that is the North Atlantic Treaty Organization, if, and only if, doing so would mean that I would attract the attention of a set of anthropomorphized communist scalies.
So in other words, I am attempting to imply that I desire to be publicly humiliated and mayhaps even eaten.
By scalies.
Sexual style.
Do you understand what I'm saying now? I mean, I'm a real freak. I'm not normal. Like, I want it to scare the shit out of me, too. I want to be an entirely different person by the end of the first eight hours.
Someone needs to Photoshop dicks on every character.
It's what Frank would have wanted. He was held back by the wokescolds and Cathys (the prehistoric ancestors of karens) of his day.
Why is the naked man pointing his gun at lizardmen doing interpretive dance?
