Dawid Wiącek
@dawidwiacekart.bsky.social
Designer & illustrator blending rubberhose cartoon, horror & weird fiction. Creator of Fatum Miserum, a grotesque skirmish board game. 🎨🖤
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Dawid Wiącek
@dawidwiacekart.bsky.social
· Sep 25
👋 Hey folks!
I’m an illustrator specializing in rubberhose cartoons mixed with vibrant colors and a touch of horror. I’m always on the lookout for exciting collaborations on wild and creative projects :)
Feel free to reach out 📧 [email protected]
Portfolio: www.behance.net/hornet
I’m an illustrator specializing in rubberhose cartoons mixed with vibrant colors and a touch of horror. I’m always on the lookout for exciting collaborations on wild and creative projects :)
Feel free to reach out 📧 [email protected]
Portfolio: www.behance.net/hornet
Curious about something.
In 2026, what’s the smartest way for a highly stylized illustrator to connect with brands building their own worlds?
Not big legacy IPs but companies that actually collaborate with artists and let them shape visual identity.
What’s working for you?
In 2026, what’s the smartest way for a highly stylized illustrator to connect with brands building their own worlds?
Not big legacy IPs but companies that actually collaborate with artists and let them shape visual identity.
What’s working for you?
February 16, 2026 at 5:08 PM
Curious about something.
In 2026, what’s the smartest way for a highly stylized illustrator to connect with brands building their own worlds?
Not big legacy IPs but companies that actually collaborate with artists and let them shape visual identity.
What’s working for you?
In 2026, what’s the smartest way for a highly stylized illustrator to connect with brands building their own worlds?
Not big legacy IPs but companies that actually collaborate with artists and let them shape visual identity.
What’s working for you?
Divide & Conker – a card game I had the pleasure of illustrating. Conker Wars is a traditional British game in which players strike an opponent’s chestnut on a string with their own. The game dates back to World War I, which is why the character designs are inspired by soldiers from that era 🌰🍃
February 16, 2026 at 9:02 AM
Divide & Conker – a card game I had the pleasure of illustrating. Conker Wars is a traditional British game in which players strike an opponent’s chestnut on a string with their own. The game dates back to World War I, which is why the character designs are inspired by soldiers from that era 🌰🍃
🩸📖 Lessons Written in Blood 🕯️🩸
A lesson paid in blood is said to yield the finest results and the highest efficiency, though, for reasons difficult to comprehend, the children themselves seem rather reluctant to participate in such classes.
A lesson paid in blood is said to yield the finest results and the highest efficiency, though, for reasons difficult to comprehend, the children themselves seem rather reluctant to participate in such classes.
February 14, 2026 at 9:11 AM
🩸📖 Lessons Written in Blood 🕯️🩸
A lesson paid in blood is said to yield the finest results and the highest efficiency, though, for reasons difficult to comprehend, the children themselves seem rather reluctant to participate in such classes.
A lesson paid in blood is said to yield the finest results and the highest efficiency, though, for reasons difficult to comprehend, the children themselves seem rather reluctant to participate in such classes.
I used to love winter… but not anymore. Yesterday, while putting an anti-frost cover on my car’s windshield, I accidentally slammed the door on my finger. It hurt… a lot. Tomorrow I’ll find out if it’s broken. One thing is certain: it’s really hard to draw like this.
February 9, 2026 at 11:16 AM
I used to love winter… but not anymore. Yesterday, while putting an anti-frost cover on my car’s windshield, I accidentally slammed the door on my finger. It hurt… a lot. Tomorrow I’ll find out if it’s broken. One thing is certain: it’s really hard to draw like this.
Concept sketches of four corrupted lifeforms:
🪲 Creepmorphed
🕳️ Hollowhost
🪰 Infested
🍂 Rotforms
🪲 Creepmorphed
🕳️ Hollowhost
🪰 Infested
🍂 Rotforms
February 5, 2026 at 4:05 PM
Concept sketches of four corrupted lifeforms:
🪲 Creepmorphed
🕳️ Hollowhost
🪰 Infested
🍂 Rotforms
🪲 Creepmorphed
🕳️ Hollowhost
🪰 Infested
🍂 Rotforms
Concept sketches for the Soot & Smoke Syndicate: a faction that reshapes humanity through brutal experiments and industrial sorcery.
February 4, 2026 at 2:16 PM
Concept sketches for the Soot & Smoke Syndicate: a faction that reshapes humanity through brutal experiments and industrial sorcery.
🔥🌞The Penitent Sun😭🔥
Behold a living instrument of suffering from the Veil & Vigil Order. Her head and hands encased in spiked, sun‑shaped metal orbs that burn and unleash torrents of flame upon the faithful.
Behold a living instrument of suffering from the Veil & Vigil Order. Her head and hands encased in spiked, sun‑shaped metal orbs that burn and unleash torrents of flame upon the faithful.
February 2, 2026 at 2:13 PM
🔥🌞The Penitent Sun😭🔥
Behold a living instrument of suffering from the Veil & Vigil Order. Her head and hands encased in spiked, sun‑shaped metal orbs that burn and unleash torrents of flame upon the faithful.
Behold a living instrument of suffering from the Veil & Vigil Order. Her head and hands encased in spiked, sun‑shaped metal orbs that burn and unleash torrents of flame upon the faithful.
🦷 Sister of the Ripped Tooth’s Cry 😱
A pain-devoted nun of the Order. Her belt is lined with tooth-shaped relic windows, each preserving sacred fragments of agony. Some say her scream alone can rattle bones. She keeps a holy collection of teeth, once torn children's mouths, relics of innocence lost
A pain-devoted nun of the Order. Her belt is lined with tooth-shaped relic windows, each preserving sacred fragments of agony. Some say her scream alone can rattle bones. She keeps a holy collection of teeth, once torn children's mouths, relics of innocence lost
January 30, 2026 at 7:43 AM
🦷 Sister of the Ripped Tooth’s Cry 😱
A pain-devoted nun of the Order. Her belt is lined with tooth-shaped relic windows, each preserving sacred fragments of agony. Some say her scream alone can rattle bones. She keeps a holy collection of teeth, once torn children's mouths, relics of innocence lost
A pain-devoted nun of the Order. Her belt is lined with tooth-shaped relic windows, each preserving sacred fragments of agony. Some say her scream alone can rattle bones. She keeps a holy collection of teeth, once torn children's mouths, relics of innocence lost
🖼️ The Iconbearer of the Lost Saints 🕯
A wandering shrine and a keeper of forgotten relics. Her mask is adorned with a sacred painting, and behind her back she carries a burden of countless saintly icons. A vessel of devotion and madness.
A wandering shrine and a keeper of forgotten relics. Her mask is adorned with a sacred painting, and behind her back she carries a burden of countless saintly icons. A vessel of devotion and madness.
January 29, 2026 at 4:29 PM
🖼️ The Iconbearer of the Lost Saints 🕯
A wandering shrine and a keeper of forgotten relics. Her mask is adorned with a sacred painting, and behind her back she carries a burden of countless saintly icons. A vessel of devotion and madness.
A wandering shrine and a keeper of forgotten relics. Her mask is adorned with a sacred painting, and behind her back she carries a burden of countless saintly icons. A vessel of devotion and madness.
🕯️ Chapel Mother 🪆
A high-ranking sister of the Veil & Vigil Order. She tends to scattered shrines and forgotten altars, her masked face crowned with miniature chapels. Above them flickers a burning coronet of candles.
A high-ranking sister of the Veil & Vigil Order. She tends to scattered shrines and forgotten altars, her masked face crowned with miniature chapels. Above them flickers a burning coronet of candles.
January 29, 2026 at 12:36 PM
🕯️ Chapel Mother 🪆
A high-ranking sister of the Veil & Vigil Order. She tends to scattered shrines and forgotten altars, her masked face crowned with miniature chapels. Above them flickers a burning coronet of candles.
A high-ranking sister of the Veil & Vigil Order. She tends to scattered shrines and forgotten altars, her masked face crowned with miniature chapels. Above them flickers a burning coronet of candles.
The Order of Funeral Flowers 🌒🌸
January 28, 2026 at 9:13 AM
The Order of Funeral Flowers 🌒🌸
Concept sketches for the Soot & Smoke Syndicate, a cabal of industrial magnates who reshape humanity through brutal experiments and industrial sorcery.
Four core locations of their twisted craft:
the Disassembly Ward, the Graftforge Gate, the Skinloom Works, and the Institute of Dermal Advancement.
Four core locations of their twisted craft:
the Disassembly Ward, the Graftforge Gate, the Skinloom Works, and the Institute of Dermal Advancement.
January 25, 2026 at 1:25 PM
Concept sketches for the Soot & Smoke Syndicate, a cabal of industrial magnates who reshape humanity through brutal experiments and industrial sorcery.
Four core locations of their twisted craft:
the Disassembly Ward, the Graftforge Gate, the Skinloom Works, and the Institute of Dermal Advancement.
Four core locations of their twisted craft:
the Disassembly Ward, the Graftforge Gate, the Skinloom Works, and the Institute of Dermal Advancement.
Rubber hose cartoon horror artist open for new projects in the coming months 👀🖤
Let’s make something weird together.
✉️ [email protected]
Let’s make something weird together.
✉️ [email protected]
January 23, 2026 at 8:33 PM
Rubber hose cartoon horror artist open for new projects in the coming months 👀🖤
Let’s make something weird together.
✉️ [email protected]
Let’s make something weird together.
✉️ [email protected]
Act III: The Hatching
At dawn that no one will ever see, the cocoon splits like the skin of the world. From within crawls a being with wings whiter than bone and eyes untouched by sleep. It is no longer a child. Nor a moth.
At dawn that no one will ever see, the cocoon splits like the skin of the world. From within crawls a being with wings whiter than bone and eyes untouched by sleep. It is no longer a child. Nor a moth.
January 23, 2026 at 2:52 PM
Act III: The Hatching
At dawn that no one will ever see, the cocoon splits like the skin of the world. From within crawls a being with wings whiter than bone and eyes untouched by sleep. It is no longer a child. Nor a moth.
At dawn that no one will ever see, the cocoon splits like the skin of the world. From within crawls a being with wings whiter than bone and eyes untouched by sleep. It is no longer a child. Nor a moth.
Act II: The Cocoon
Amid the trees hangs a cocoon woven of light and thread. Inside, the girl, motionless, suspended like an insect in amber. The lantern lies empty, forgotten. Time softens. Something within her begins to change its shape.
Amid the trees hangs a cocoon woven of light and thread. Inside, the girl, motionless, suspended like an insect in amber. The lantern lies empty, forgotten. Time softens. Something within her begins to change its shape.
January 22, 2026 at 5:05 PM
Act II: The Cocoon
Amid the trees hangs a cocoon woven of light and thread. Inside, the girl, motionless, suspended like an insect in amber. The lantern lies empty, forgotten. Time softens. Something within her begins to change its shape.
Amid the trees hangs a cocoon woven of light and thread. Inside, the girl, motionless, suspended like an insect in amber. The lantern lies empty, forgotten. Time softens. Something within her begins to change its shape.
Act I: The Light Among the Swamps
In the night, when the mist thickens like the breath of the dead, a girl walks the marshes with a lantern.
She walks as if listening to a voice not meant for human ears. She seeks a place. The silence whispers she is near.
In the night, when the mist thickens like the breath of the dead, a girl walks the marshes with a lantern.
She walks as if listening to a voice not meant for human ears. She seeks a place. The silence whispers she is near.
January 21, 2026 at 8:14 AM
Act I: The Light Among the Swamps
In the night, when the mist thickens like the breath of the dead, a girl walks the marshes with a lantern.
She walks as if listening to a voice not meant for human ears. She seeks a place. The silence whispers she is near.
In the night, when the mist thickens like the breath of the dead, a girl walks the marshes with a lantern.
She walks as if listening to a voice not meant for human ears. She seeks a place. The silence whispers she is near.
“The Birds” is one of the child and teen troupes in Fatum Miserum. Raised among the city rooftops and towering spires they call home, they operate as hired assassins and thieves, using acrobatics and parkour both as a fighting style and as a swift means of escape.
January 20, 2026 at 4:00 PM
“The Birds” is one of the child and teen troupes in Fatum Miserum. Raised among the city rooftops and towering spires they call home, they operate as hired assassins and thieves, using acrobatics and parkour both as a fighting style and as a swift means of escape.
👋 Hey folks!
I’m an illustrator specializing in rubberhose cartoons mixed with vibrant colors and a touch of horror. I’m always on the lookout for exciting collaborations on wild and creative projects :)
Feel free to reach out 📧 [email protected]
Portfolio: www.behance.net/hornet
I’m an illustrator specializing in rubberhose cartoons mixed with vibrant colors and a touch of horror. I’m always on the lookout for exciting collaborations on wild and creative projects :)
Feel free to reach out 📧 [email protected]
Portfolio: www.behance.net/hornet
September 25, 2025 at 8:01 PM
👋 Hey folks!
I’m an illustrator specializing in rubberhose cartoons mixed with vibrant colors and a touch of horror. I’m always on the lookout for exciting collaborations on wild and creative projects :)
Feel free to reach out 📧 [email protected]
Portfolio: www.behance.net/hornet
I’m an illustrator specializing in rubberhose cartoons mixed with vibrant colors and a touch of horror. I’m always on the lookout for exciting collaborations on wild and creative projects :)
Feel free to reach out 📧 [email protected]
Portfolio: www.behance.net/hornet
Soot & Smoke Syndicate Poster. 🔨🔥
Industrial barons – ruthless overlords of factories, shipyards, and forges. This faction draws heavily from the aesthetics of the Industrial Revolution, with all its grime and cruelty: child labor, disregard for health, and a total absence of safety.
Industrial barons – ruthless overlords of factories, shipyards, and forges. This faction draws heavily from the aesthetics of the Industrial Revolution, with all its grime and cruelty: child labor, disregard for health, and a total absence of safety.
June 5, 2025 at 1:40 PM
Soot & Smoke Syndicate Poster. 🔨🔥
Industrial barons – ruthless overlords of factories, shipyards, and forges. This faction draws heavily from the aesthetics of the Industrial Revolution, with all its grime and cruelty: child labor, disregard for health, and a total absence of safety.
Industrial barons – ruthless overlords of factories, shipyards, and forges. This faction draws heavily from the aesthetics of the Industrial Revolution, with all its grime and cruelty: child labor, disregard for health, and a total absence of safety.
Hi Bluesky! I'm Dawid Wiącek - designer & illustrator blending rubberhose cartoon, horror & weird fiction. Creator of Fatum Miserum, a grotesque skirmish board game. 🎨🖤
#illustration #boardgames #rubberhose #weirdfiction #horrorart #FatumMiserum
#illustration #boardgames #rubberhose #weirdfiction #horrorart #FatumMiserum
June 5, 2025 at 11:14 AM
Hi Bluesky! I'm Dawid Wiącek - designer & illustrator blending rubberhose cartoon, horror & weird fiction. Creator of Fatum Miserum, a grotesque skirmish board game. 🎨🖤
#illustration #boardgames #rubberhose #weirdfiction #horrorart #FatumMiserum
#illustration #boardgames #rubberhose #weirdfiction #horrorart #FatumMiserum