It’s-a me. And-a me. And-a all of us. Sorta. Amdusias and the two funny-looking dudes-of-indeterminable-species don’t occupy a slice of my personality. Sorta. Fuck.
Ugh. Need to art more again. I’m not necessary displeased with how this turned out, but. Still. Anatomy was never something I took the time to properly learn. I’m really, really bad at forcing myself to study anything other than a character reference when it comes to drawing. So I end up faking it ‘til I making...it. Which isn’t that often. Anywho, I did this doodle sometime last year. Took me a billion forevers to do it and as you can tell, it was across two sheets of paper. I then scanned it and took another 2 billion forevers to have this monstrosity come out.
I hate coloring SO MUCH. I’m no better at doing it with physical media, but I figured I’d at least make a vague attempt at working with digital coloring. I left the shading layer off of this version because my gods it is awful. And yes, that sweet character line-up graphic was stolen directly from Google. Complete with royalty-free watermarks I was entirely too lazy to edit out. It’s kind of approximate for everyone’s heights. You can refer to the sketch if you’re super-curious.
Samael and Ezekiel are chupadores. You can find out more about wtf a chupadore is by going here or here or here. I made them exclusively for the creepy reason of writing a fanfic based on Shu’s comic. Because I apparently have a knack for writing fanfics-within-a-fanfic. Currently the finished chapters of that story are here. I’ve actually finished chapter 3, but the site hasn’t been updated in a hot minute, so it lurks only in Shu’s inbox for now. Maybe I’ll throw it up here, too. Or make a third tumblr for writing stuff. I like having overly complicated divisions in everything I do.
This has become a ramble, so. I’ll shut up now. Hopefully some more art lurks on the horizon. Might post the sketch-versions of the aforementioned poorly-colored-porn-doodles on my NSFW page.
I am still alive. What is this tumbl. I haven’t arted in a long time. Or rather, I have, but I haven’t posted any of it. It’s either poorly-colored porn (digital coloring is HARD) or poorly-colored character sheets. Gross.
Anywho, this was my amazing V-Day doodle for my favorite deadhorse.
It’s probably kind of confusing without context but y’know. Make do.
We’re going to have another raffle!
It’s pretty simple, really, you get 1 “ticket” for liking this post and 2 for reblogging it! Please, make sure you can be contacted through chat/ask or have a reference in your blog! It’ll speed things up a lot!
Here’s a list of all the prizes:
1 Full shaded piece!
2 Flat-colored sketches!
3 Non-colored Sketches!
4 Busts!
5 Telegram-sized stickers!
That’s a total of 15 winners! I’d love to offer more, but I don’t really want to bite more than I can chew!
I’ll select the winners one week from now, on the 4th of June!
Alright, best of luck, and thank you ever so much for your support!
Sorry things have been slow, in terms of content.
Well, Happy Krampus Day. I did a Krampus cosplay. A. Kramposplay? I DUNNO. I’m in the basket, and I’m going to make the best of the kidnapping.
The guy playing Krampus is a real watermelon, so you better be careful around him. He can do things with that broom that will make your mother blush. And your father. Your dog will be blushing by the time he’s done.
I have worked on this for the last few days. I wish I was a bettererer digital artist. This, like the volleyball one, was done completely digitally. Normally I at least start with a pencil sketch that I then ink and scan, THEN mangle on the PC. This one was mangled from step 1! Hooray?
I like how you can tell that I attempted to make it a little tiny lighter in the background behind “Massachusetts”. Such amateur. So fail.
This is me. Hey. I’m in Graceful Melody mode right now. The snake around my neck is Rocky. Say hey to Rocky.
(Very very long life-rambling ahead)
I drew this to try and get some closure for myself. My best buddy Rocky died last week. I won’t get into the details, as I’ve come to terms with what I figure went down. Plus I don’t wanna spoil his memory. He was my bro. He was awesome. I adopted him semi-forcefully from my dearest mother when it first came up that I’d be moving from North Carolina to Massachusetts for a promotion/relocation. He was hanging out in my old bedroom ever since she brought him home from school (he began his life in this world as one of her many, many reptilian classroom pets). When she moved to the front desk from the science room, she brought Rocky and friends home. I’ve always loved reptiles, and I had no qualms playing with him or buying him mice to ohm nom nom or holding him and letting him scurry about when she did his monthly cage cleaning.
Thanks to the kindness of my company, my relocation was completely paid for. Moving expenses, a moving truck -- there was even an option to get my Jeep transported so I could fly at my leisure. However, there was no way in hell I was gonna ship Rocky and I'm fairly certain even if Samuel L. Jackson himself was on the plane...having a five foot ball python wasn't gonna go over well with the kind folks at the TSA.
So me, Rocky (bundled up nice and snug in a pillowcase a la my mother's expert reptilian advice), my most expensive computer equipment and a few odds and ends piled into the ol' Jurassic Park Wrangler to make the 14 hour trip. Winter was nigh and the snow was coming down by the time I made the goddamn 28 dollar trip across the George Washington Bridge for my brief but horrifying half hour being lost in the Bronx.
We had a hell of a time on the trip. At one point, I locked my passenger's side door...and could not get it back open. The Jeep was packed to the brim, Rocky's pillowcase was inside an empty cardboard box so I could keep him buckled up and I had no goddamn way of getting the box out of the seat to rearrange things during one of the fuel/food stops. But we managed. We got to Massachusetts in one piece, for better or for worse, and we had an awkward half-nap against the wall of the apartment together while waiting for the moving crew to arrive. Good times.
I drove my boyfran down from the Great Yukon for six months and he finally got to meet Rocky in person. Tensions were high at first, but the two became fast friends. I was at work for hella long hours, so I was super grateful that my lizard and my snake could hang out and be company for each other.
Even if we had some awkward moments when Rocky didn't eat all of the rats we got him and said food became said pets now and then.
But we were a happy little family getting by in a place none of us knew all that well, delaying an inevitable reality in the all-too-rapidly-approaching future. We did the best we could with the time we had.
When the six months were up, and I had to return the love of my life to his unhappy un-home back up north, Rocky and I were bachelors again. It was quiet, it was lonely, but my buddy was always there to wrap around my neck and do his best to get stuck in places that he knew were bad for him. Mom and li'l brother came up for Thanksgiving and he got to hang out with his original momma for a few days. He was healthy, he was happy. Active as hell considering he's lived his whole life in the warm, steamy South, and now he was experiencing his first blizzard and several-foot-snow-fall with a pony-wolf-dinosaur who was still trying to figure out how the fuck to live an adult life on his own.
The morning I woke up and found him unresponsive was probably second only to the night I got back from driving my partner the wrong way across the border. I was devastated. At first, naturally, I was in denial. I held him, I put him in lukewarm water, stumbled out of the room in tears and laid down for half an hour, hoping against hope that I'd creep back and find him happily splashing around again.
His head was in the same place, his body hadn't moved an inch. My best friend was gone.
I called Mom and sobbed uncontrollably on the phone for a few minutes. She told me it wasn't my fault and that I was a good owner and a good friend.
I emailed my partner and tried to hold myself together long enough to avoid typos. The subject of the email was "I need a hug" and I tried to be as straightforward and strong as I could.
His reply, within ten minutes of me arriving at work, had me on my knees crying again behind the screen I was trying to get set up for the event that afternoon. It filled my heart with emotion -- not bad, no. But certainly strong.
I thank him and my mother for getting me through what was a harder loss for me than any of the cats or dogs I've survived. It's been rough since then -- this was definitely not the best Christmas I've had. Long hours at work and no one at home and no days off for a couple weeks now.
I buried Rocky at work because, honestly, it was the safest place where he wouldn't get dug up by a curious dog in the neighborhood, nor trampled by the construction crew based out of the lot behind my rental. It's also kinda fitting because I've spent almost a fifth of my life at work for this company. Don't get me wrong. I love 'em, but damn do I work a lot of hours.
I'm not a real fan of this place. Since moving here, my high hopes for the "new" (read: refurbished) building that we took over have done nothing but tumble deep, deep into the lowest bowels of Hell. It's kinda miserable most days, and those are on good days. I feel like some of my highest emotional moments have happened here in Massachusetts, but not the most positive ones. Rocky's gotta stay behind when I make my eventual next move next year, but I'll remember him forever as the best friend he was, joining me on my crazy relocation up here, my first real place away from home, my first real place not under either a dorm roof or my mother's roof. He stuck by me when I was alone before my lizard came down for half a year. He was good to us both during those six months, and then he was there for me when that paradise had to end.
I gotta keep going without him. It ain't been easy, but if I knew my snake, I know he wouldn't want me to mope. He sure didn't despite the fact that no self-respecting ball python would find themselves in a miserably wet winter wonderland. He brought life to an otherwise bland and lifeless house. This silly doodle is honestly almost embarrassing for me, 'cause the dude deserved a thousand dollar portrait of him for the impact he's had on my life.
But I guess a dumb little sketch of how we started our first real steps outside the comfort zone of "home" will have to do. Thanks for listening, guys. Hope your holidays have been as happy as can be. See ya next year.
Sooooo I streamed this doodle over the last few nights. Just a silly idea that I was gonna just do as a pencil, but. Instead. Ended up doing it all digitally so a certain lizardbutt could watch the process. Lone's pose is HORRIBLE and ruins EVERYTHING. I'm so upset by it. He should be bent forward in fear, not. Arching his back like a complete WHORE. The sand sucks, the ocean sucks, everything sucks.
My blue speedo is okay? I DUNNO. Have some silly gay wolves playing sand volleyball. Yes, I can JUMP GOOD.
THIS MAY BE THE SINGLE GREATEST THING I HAVE EVER DRAWN IN THE HISTORY OF EVER.
Yeah okay this sucks. But hey, it's something to finally update the blawg. Just a random doodle I did with a tablet I haven't used in. Literally years? Literally. Not even figuratively. The umbrella is CLEARLY a stock image, since I was pissed off at my ability to suck at drawing an umbrella.
Maybe I'll do more to it later? Maybe? WHO CARES REALLY? Have a Mahihko floating about the country like the faggot he is.
You know the drill by now. I have spent more time on hold with support the last five days than I have in months. I'M GOING TO BE SO GOOD AT SKETCHING IN PEN AFTER THIS PROBLEM IS FIXED AT WORK.
Archernar, belonging to Zarathus. I can't stop drawing him. HALP ME.
DOODLES. Of heads. And I'm still creeping on Archernar. Psssst Zarathus has a tumblr but I'm not linking to it yet because I'M STILL A LITTLE CREEPY AND WOULD FEEL BAD IF SHE DOESN'T WANT MY DOODLES OF HER CHARACTER EVERYWHERE :D I suck :(
Hello, party people. Lone here. With some pen sketches on LEGAL PAD! ooooooo~ I'm throwing these on here because I haven't tumbled on my non-sexual side in a bit. I do these while I'm on the phone with support at work.
The hold music REALLY sucks. Except for this ONE tune. It's like. Hispanic-samba-tango-mambo. And it's FANTASTIC. I have been tempted more than once to ask the person who answers to drop me back into hold so I can finish the song.
Benign mental retardation aside, these are just some doodles of Archernar. He's a character that is NOT MINE. He belongs to Zarathus. Zarathus has an FA page. You can go check her out here. (SFW unless you have an FA account and can see mature/adult. Then it's toats NSFW, although her site specifically is SFW 'cause she doesn't drown her page in penises like I do, which makes her classy!) I started doodling him 'cause I liked his design. And now I can't stop. He's tricky 'cause he's similar enough to some of my six personalities that I find myself drawing his feet like Yancy, or his muzzle like Riffraff. So I am finding it to be good practice to learn small differences and nuances that make characters unique even at a non-colored level. Since I suck huge dongs at color. Okay. That's all for now. BAAAAIIIII. (Probably more to come)
Wow I toats thought I posted this one here. I apparently did not! Well, have a poorly drawn sniper rifle, held in the frightfully capable hands of my far-scarier lupine counterpart. Mahihko is clearly weary of killing so many motherfuckers. Enjoy! And if you like NSFW gay sex between anthropomorphic creatures, go check out my NSFW blog! Another super-homo sex picture goin' up tonight. Love ya mean it!!
It's Riffraff and Graceful Melody. They're in prison because...well. There's probably a thousand reasons these two would end up in prison. It's a job hazard as free-lancing blues artists.
Especially when when of the two is a LITTLE WHOOOOOOORE.
Part 4 of the nail-biting saga! Zeke is about to have less than happy things be visited upon his face. Yep. If you can't guess, the pages for this comic henceforth will have to be posted in my NSFW blawg. Which is linked below for those who are curious.
(to emphasize...THIS ONE IS NOT SAFE FOR WORK) http://dicksytrex.tumblr.com
Or. Just used an extending umbrella to hurt the shit out of the bully's nuts. Dem poor nuts. They be hurtin', now. Just another doodle to continue yesterday's doodle. I think the "alternate endings" are now just going to become one continuous doodle comic. So. You can probably imagine what comes next.
