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Merry Christmas, Happy Holidayz, and Happy New Year to All!!!
Been art-blocked, but i missed drawing these two lovebirds all the same. ^^
Make Every Moment Magical!
The first four single panel installments of "It's Gonna Be OK Gara."
A little comic series I'm working on, called "It's Gonna Be OK, Gara!" Where Missa-a shape-shifting creature, helps her anxiety ridden Dino boyfriend-Gara, through his daily sweats.
Nori bein' casual, at her desk.
Mitchell recites a poem.
Dr. Akiko Watanabe, from my story, Itadakimasu. She was a geneticist, who became mutated, then decided to stay behind in the labs to look after the experiments.
Elsewhere in my AU, on another exo-planet. These two get to be happy ^^
A Murder Drones AU I'm working on, called Lab Partners, staring Mitchell and Yeva. They and everyone one else I'll portray will be 18+ years old, and involved in slice of life shenanigans. Hope you like it ^^
I always love the idea of N listening to V in ep 3, and the two of them going off together, on Copper 9.
Dining In
The grey, skittering mass crept up Bernard's wall, over his head. Cackling all the way to herself. "Yessshh! Quake! Fear! Sweat! It tenders your supple flesh and whets my appetite!" "You sure you want to eat me?" He trembled. "I-I mean...I've yet to have dinner, myself. Wouldn't you like to fatten me up, first?" "Hrrrmmmm" She crouched, spindly legs crossed, long hair waving in the ambient breeze from the windows, as she hung upside down. She tapped lightly at her gaunt face with her boney finger. Then shot a look at her prey before 'poofing' before him in a pillar of smoke. "Fatten you up? With what? Lamb? Rabbit? Roaches!?" "Why Roaches?" He gagged. "Flavor, duh!" She scoffed with a roll of her black-void eyes. "Why not, uuhh Chinese?" Bernard suggested with shrug of his meaty shoulders. "Chinese? Like, your neighbor, Mr. Chen?" "What! No! Like Beef and Broccoli! Orange Chicken, and-" "You paint the chickens Orange? Sounds weird, Human." Bernard blinked. "Oh you sweet, summer child."
Ma Tumbly Lil Kitteh
Pink little beans Grabbing Teensy little toes. Creamy cotton down, Tickling that Twitchy button nose. Wriggly roly-poly Potato. Too small for a bed, A pillow is your meadow.
Itadakimasu!
“C’mon! Hu-just a bit more!” Kurk strained his arm to the number pad, his muscles heavy and bleeding dry. Yuri and Geoff, close behind, stood arm over shoulder. Bracing hard, their left legs trembling, as their right stumps bled their wraps deep crimson.
“Got it, now!” Kurk turned and motioned with a quick twitch of his lacerated neck, before aiming the quivering muzzle of his rifle down the hall. His vision blurred and warped, barely taking in the dye of Indigo hue permeating the now, lifeless corridors. He squinted feverishly as Yuri and Geoff whimpered past him, falling over themselves into the infirmary. Kurk stumbled in, after them. “Time to lock up-”
“Wait!”
“Who’s’at?” Whispered Yuri.
“J-Jhon?” Geoff craned his neck, trying to peer through the single glass window of the door. Kurk put his face up, his labored breath and body heat fogging the glass. A quick swipe and he peered out. Sure enough, it was John. “N-No!” Kurk bellowed, frantically pressing the lock-sequence.
“Guys! It’s me! Hey!” His pleas were muffled by the Infirmary’s insulation, but Kirk could see him. His vision blurred, but he could make out the faint patches of color that comprised John’s uniform. “Hey C’mo-!” And his head. As it flew from John’s shoulders, spiraling into a meaty splat against the single infirmary window. Kirk winced, barely feeling the tickle of his mustache on his lip.
“John?” Geoff was pale, barely managing a whimper.
“Was John,” moaned Yuri.
Kirk blinked, and rubbed his heavy eyelids. A loud thunk brought his attention back to the window. A more horrifying visage sat, awaiting his now petrified attention. Her! “That Monster!” Dr. Akiko Watanabe-No... It wore her glasses, sweater, and lab coat. Had her skin, hair, and shape-but one look into that twisted grin of crooked, Shark-like teeth, told Kirk; that nothing of Akiko was left in that…thing…
Her piercing blue eyes darted about the room. To Geoff, to Yuri, and finally back to Kurk. They shut as she giggled, before picking up John’s head, and turning her attention to his body. She hoisted it with her spider-limb-like tentacles, swiveled her head around to speak, then disappeared into the dark. Though Kurk couldn’t hear her, he shuddered knowing exactly what she said. The same thing. “The same damn thing” she’s uttered with each and every kill. Either in mockery, or in genuine, twisted “gratitude.”
“Itadakimasu!”