It’s been a while since I’ve drawn these guys. But they definitely needed some formal introductions at this point.
And yet, I didn’t need to look back on old comics to see how to draw them.
I call that a success.
Drew’s Weird Search of the Week for a Comic: “anteater claws.”
And no, I still don’t have a reason for why Lulu’s parents are an anteater and a capybara.
So. Here we are.
Doodcember is finally finished, just in the nick of time. Had a great time doing it.
And at the same time, 2020 is coming to an end.
Thank. GOD.
This has been an extraordinarily trying year. We all went into it with such high hopes, and what did it give us?
Pain. Never ending pain.
We were on the brink of World War III. Australia was on fire. The West Coast was on fire. Murder hornets reared their ugly heads. There were protests all Summer long. And on top of all that, it was an Election year. A really, really ugly Election year.
And of course – COVID. Friggin’ COVID-19 upending just about everything, casting its nasty shadow across the entire world, highlighting the true depths of human stupidity.
…what a year.
On the plus side, I’ve ironically enough seen more of my friends than usual. I’ve rediscovered an old character (Dot!) and created a new one (Quincy!). I’ve participated in a couple of fascinating art challenges. And I’ve started therapy. So, a few high points.
So what is going to happen in 2021? Who knows. The fact is, the bar is set so low, and we are entering it bruised and bloodied. So hopefully – HOPEFULLY – it can only go up from here.
Hopefully.
Abel got a little too excited to light something on fire.
Also another triple prompt picture starring these guys.
“Hey Drew, isn’t it a bit late to be doing prompts from two days ago?”
Maybe? I dunno. I had a idea for this Christmas Eve comic that I really liked, and I didn’t get around to doing it before Christmas. So I’m doing it now. Because I can.
Makes you wonder how big that stocking is, though.
Eliza’s small, but she’s not that small.
You’re gonna have to be sneakier than that, Pip.
This may serve as a reminder that I need to start wrapping Christmas presents soon.
Also “merry” was weirdly hard.
You know, their dad WAS going to make carrot cake with all those carrots.
He might have to get some more.
Fun fact: I’ve been meaning to give these mini Cthulus names for the longest time. But I was having issues with the last name.
I was going for a theme and naming them after horror authors – so I had Edgar for Edgar Allan Poe, Mary for Mary Shelley, and Bram for Bram Stoker. For the second girl, though, I was stuck. I was considering Daphne for Daphne Du Maurier or Shirley for Shirley Jackson, but I already had a character named Daphne and Shirley is, well, Shirley.
After some more research, I finally settled on Charlotte for Charlotte Riddell, a writer known for her Victorian supernatural ghost stories, and Charlotte Perkins Gilman, who’s “The Yellow Wallpaper” isn’t technically classified as a horror story, but is still really, really creepy.
So Bram, Mary, Charlotte, and Edgar – teaming up to take down that snitch Elf on a Shelf.
