Into the Unknown...

Check out my Patreon? Commission info They call me Falco -- coffee hound, dragon tamer, rebel scum. Welcome to my doodle blog! I'm prone to drawing all manner of critters along with random stuff out of my own head and sometimes I praddle on about things no one cares about. Sometimes people pay me to draw dogs. Life is good. Reblogs are much appreciated, but please do not repost my art to outside sources. Though I still post regularly here I no longer answer messages or asks on Tumblr. You can find me on Twitter @Falco_works if you need to get in contact or ask a question. Thanks for understanding!

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Happy pride month, friends. Keep up the good work.

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Last doodle of 2025! Here's to another year of being ungovernable 🥂🦌

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Evidently it's Pen in a Disastrous Knit Amalgam time once again. This time Indy thought he looked cold so he's got a bonus poncho :)

Happy holidays and a glad new year to all! I hope these last few days of the year brought you only peace and the perfect number of dogs. Cheers to you <3

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It's my birthday!!

If you've got it to spare, it would mean a lot to me if you'd consider donating a few dollars to the Damien Center--a clinic here in Indy that does so much for the queer community in my hometown. Thank you! 🦌❤️

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Happy Halloween! I hope everyone had an excessively spooky weekend <3

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Day 31 -- Tradition

"How many of these do we need to carve...?" "Mmm... maybe a few dozen to be safe. The more turnips, the better the ward against spirits." "Seems like an awful lot of trouble to go to for some All Hallow's decorations." "...What's All Hallows?"

(Accidentally'd two Hadreon pieces right next to each other. I don't usually draw these prompts in order and didn't notice :P Gid (left) belongs to Maui!)

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Day 30 -- Golden Hues

Mining amber from dead ancient trees is a controversial practice in the deep woods; much is still unknown about the longterm effects of exposure to the arcane substance, but because of its subtle glow and warmth, so similar to that of sunlight, deep woods amber remains highly prized and jealously guarded by any that can obtain it who live below the canopies, where true sunlight is never seen by most.

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Day 29 -- Winged Things

Hadreon found that practicing his reading was much easier with an audience. Someone had to keep the doves up to date on the weekly rag, after all.

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Day 28 -- Quills

Inoculation against the scur infection required harvesting material fresh from the source.

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Day 27 -- Heirloom

Cloaks of protection were most effective if the garment enchanted with protection magic held a great amount of sentimental value; the more care, the stronger the enchantment. For an apprentice witch leaving home for the first time, an old family quilt would be more resilient than any armor (and cozier, too).

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Day 26 -- Crisp

The centerpiece of any deep woods feast: a thick-crusted loaf of painted bread. The glossier and more needlessly sculptural, the better.

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Day 25 -- Fortune Teller

"Annnd BAM! Aww. Death card again. Bum luck." "Does Mom know you're doing this occult stuff?" "Does Mom know you let me drink espresso?" "...Touche."

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Day 24 -- Stitched

"…Now I'm SURE this is too much lace." "Listen, I think the harvest pageant is stupid but no sister of mine is going to be an under-laced Pumpkin Queen."

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Day 23 -- Dormant

Further north of Stag's Run, some communities of daurics were known to pass a portion of the winter via hibernation.

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Day 22 -- Antlers

Male beetles were often cheaper to obtain than females due to the sheer impracticality of having a beast of burden with so many chitinous points to snag on every branch and vine it passed by (among other things).

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Day 21 -- The Horde

First attempt at casting a "summon mount" spell was a swarming, slightly itchy success! Tally-ho!!

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Day 20 -- Pumpkin

Some radjurn insisted that even at an excessive scale, the only way to determine if a pumpkin was ready for harvest was with a good knock.