I've been away for awhile but I mean to make up for lost time. :D

He is ever so spiffing, wouldn't you say?

Yeah he does, what a show off...

be as crazy as you want!!!!

Hello,

It's been way to long since I posted but we just had our first snow here in Chicago (well after the holidays) so I thought I'd share this sketch.

So a question for you all, do ghosts celebrate brithdays? or deathdays? or are their deathdays their birthdays?

Mind blown...

His name is Hernandez... And he is a Mexican vampire!

It died and came back.  How did it come alive in the first place?  If a mug has a mouth it can spit out your drinks!  Everything is wrong.

...waiting to be written ! ;c)

and friends in low ones. :)

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I've been meaning to add to the Shadow Collab and the Tiny Stories.

Here's trying to hit two birds with one stone - although I think I just grazed one and the other is in denial about being a bird in the first place. Sigh. Damn metaphors.

another Dalkulla inspired by MadisenMusics words.

Here is the art only of "Goblin Ears: a tiny story" in case anyone wants to play around with the drawing or alter the text, etc.

Elspeth had requested the art only file of "Horns." Et voila!

"barbies aren't for me! bombs, bruises, and adventures never bore me! mother says she's happy that i popped out of her because i'm her only baby girl, but she's always grieving whenever she see's girls in fluffy dresses."

my childhood. ヽ(ー▽ー)ノ

Bob the Bot broke free. He learned to live on life and love. Bob the Bot loved living.

(Feel free to remix. Add color or do whatever catches your fancy! :D)

I drew myself (chibi version) wearing a cat costume, hopefully there is tiny story based on this picture :3

Ever run out of juice and needed to recharge the batteries? Inspired by the days the creative bulb doesn't turn on.

Another character that i thought i would drop off into the hitrecord carehome.

I tried to recreate an aged pilot. He used to sale the skys but is now resigned to the ground. Drawn with a vacant look on his face. He's loosing what was once his and his alone, memories. The skys he once called 'home' and clouds he once called 'friend', are leaving him for greener pastures.