Oh? A new Pokemon game is coming out? Well, you know what that means. It means I attempt to draw Pokemon that have already captured my heart. This little guy’s name is Grafaiai and I love this little gremlin already. Apparently so does Eliza, because she’s decided to join him in painting the walls, because… Continue reading Painting the Walls with Pokemon
That moment where you attempt to draw the same comic three different times and they all suck so you decide that the best option is just eat the sketchbook.
May I just say – I am quite proud of that ice cream truck. I drew something with wheels and it actually turned out looking the way it’s supposed to! Also, hey! Arugthor and Ellie are back! And I still don’t know what Arugthor is! I do know, though, that Ellie wants some ice cream,… Continue reading Ice Cream Truck
This thought did pop into my head the other day after seeing someone on Instagram mentioned doing this to their own OCs. Like, I would NEVER want anything bad to happen to my characters. They are my BABIES. Then I remembered Quincy. Then I remembered Willa and the backstory I made for her years ago.… Continue reading Tragic Backstories
This has become something of a bad habit. I think it’s a wonderful mix of the way social media works, the way Instagram keeps changing its stupid algorithm, and my own anxiety. It’s a strange cycle. Also please enjoy that throwing pose in Panel 6. Took me 30 minutes to get it looking something like… Continue reading Instagrammed
This might be the closest I get to NSFW art. But this is truly what first popped up when the new info about the new Pokemon game dropped: the new Professor, Professor Turo, getting, ah, lewded, so to speak. Either that or people welcoming Lechonk, who just might have one of the best names for… Continue reading Fan Artist Fan Service
Oh yeah, Mermay is a thing. Please accept this mantis shrimp merman as a humble offering for this month. …his name is Poe.
I mean, it kinda works, doesn’t it? Quincy’s already got a bunch of weird quirks already. What’s one more?
Truthfully, Quincy doesn’t need to be anything more than just Quincy. Because he’s Quincy. Who apparently has a backwards hand that I didn’t notice until it was too late. Whoops.
This does happen, from time to time. My brain decides to tell me, “Why do you keep on drawing? You’re not even that good. No one actually sees it. You’re buried by the algorithm. You’re not even making money off of it. Why even try?” But then comes the question – what should I be… Continue reading A Heaping Helping of Not Helping