I Got Saffron Ice Cream!

Literally me and husband @xx-k1tsun3-k1d-xx

these are in desperate need of posting. gregg x angus drawings.. i love them so much

I love these, they make me think of something written by an elder god or a yith in lovecrafts work.

I like to imagine the first is a user manual on shoggoth maintenance, the second is a self portrait through the means of what the portraitee has in their pockets right now, and the last is a formal essay of some sort.

Santiago Ramón y Cajal (Spanish, 1852 - 1934)

Neural Drawings, circa 1900 - 1908

Estus Is Bestus

Experimenting with some stuff on Procreate.

For the longest time I thought Estus was some kind of potion, probably made of undead special juice. Turns out its basically liquid fire of some kind, which explains why it refills at bonfires!

Catboy Vetinari, scruffy terrier Vimes!

sorry i turned him into a kittycat

Spinnin' boys

Husban (@xx-k1tsun3-k1d-xx) and me doin' a spin on our buns.

"More than a Fool"

BONUS ROUND

Waaaaay back in the Horse Days I made a series of MLP themed posters where the main idea was to not actually show the horses at all -try to keep it a little vague, but still use all their colours and symbols.

I think it came from the idea that some people would like to show their fandom of MLP without the obvious and implicit ponys in it for one reason or another, ergo the posters.

This one is Discord; who was always great fun, shame the VA is a nob.

Art Fight! Attack #1

@xx-k1tsun3-k1d-xx cool 'Sploon OC, consider the first blow struck!

Team werewolf bay-beeeeeeeeee

Fried Tofu Goblin

Let the world know, husban (@xx-k1tsun3-k1d-xx) is a fiend for fried tofu.

Mistakes into Miracles

I seem to recall a reason why Tom Lehrer stopped making new music was because he felt like nothing he could make could match the depraved cruelty and absurdity of the times he found himself in later on.

Anyway, you have to try I suppose.

Fuck the gruesome twosome. Facism will consume itself.

By Mother, By Father, By Grandfather

The axe, candle and pelt-cloak of my recent slavic witch character! The thaumaturgical impliments she uses to rid the world of evil, be it magical or mundane.

Her mothers axe, a lumberjack with a love of the forest. Made of humble oak and iron, turned to a fearsome weapon in the right hands.

Her fathers candle, a scribe who had a knack for uncovering truth. Now burning as long as the one who holds it.

Her grandfather's pelt, a man first cursed and then blessed by a ursine transformation. Heavy when comforting, light when worn.