This one was the one I’ve been waiting to do. Especially Quincy doesn’t exactly talk. For CONTEXT, I believe I’ve touched on Quincy’s past before. But just to sum things up, Quincy’s childhood wasn’t easy. In fact, he really can’t remember anything before the age of 7. He and his younger sister Agatha were found… Continue reading Conversations with Younger Selves – Quincy
The fun thing about Quincy is that I still don’t know how his anatomy works. So anything is possible!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to one and all! Hope today’s been a joyful day, however you choose to celebrate it! (Also, yes, I brought back the Abominable Snowman because I thought their freckles were too cute not to draw again)
I swear, I will get back to Drawtober eventually. I just needed to get this out of my head. Long story short: I got the job. Starting the week after next, I will be a full-time library circulation aide at a different branch in the system. And I have a lot of feelings about it.… Continue reading A Puddle of Emotions
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
Just felt like drawing some hugs this weekend. We could all use one, right? I mean, if you like hugs. If not, we can always fist bump.
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
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.
Here we are, folks. At the end of another year. Soon, 2021 will be in the rearview mirror – or in some places around the world, it’s already gone. I have no idea where this year went. Time did that fun thing where it would speed up, slow down, warp around itself until you forgot… Continue reading Doodcember, Days 29, 30, and 31 – Magic, Train, and Classic