I have a chlorophyll problem… I grow black leaves.
Somehow I got a mold infestation in three of my terrariums. I am gravely saddened.
Though it does make for a good excuse to make all new ones XD
A quickie warmup sketch from a few nights ago. Rip has been drawn by a famous artist, and is famous by association now. Woo.
Discovered that my monitor renders one color at the top of the screen different than at the bottom of the screen… Could produce problems :p
The little bell jingled with every tremble in his body. The plug that filled him was massive, more than he’d ever imagined the human body could take. And yet he knew it could get even larger. That thought sent a shudder through his already taxed body.
He’d beg and plead and offer them anything to prevent it. But he also knew he’d get the same results as before. They’d laugh at him and do as they pleased anyway. His captors always did what they wanted. He was just an object to them.
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Getting back into drawing this weekend. Experimenting with a slightly different line style and color style.
Terribly Tiny Places
“Psst. Hey. Hey, gap-tooth!”
Tilly awoke with a start and flailed about in his pillow pile, eyes wide but out of focus. The large bell on his collar chimed. The youth frantically fumbled to silence it.
A chuckle came from outside the bars to his home and Tilly blushed with shame. It was still dark in the Room outside. He didn’t know exactly who was out there - any number of folk from communities in the Walls, in the Floors, Outside. Word travelled, he was famous. Everyone wanted to see him.
“Whada they got ya wearing this time?”
Well, everyone wanted to see what he was wearing and then jeer at him.
Apparently I write bad poetry when I’m in sleeping-med induced delirium… What the hell.



