Mako lives relatively nearby the Fawkes’ home and used to babysit Jamie when he was little. They’re unlikely friends now, and Jamie runs over to his place when he has trouble with his dad or just wants to hide for a little
Mako has a few chickens in his backyard, a tiny pond and a pet pig named Francis Bacon that Jamie bonded with when he was a little tater tot
He’s also pretty much Jamie’s only real life friend and even though he’s annoying, he loves the little shit. Jamie also helps out with the animals sometimes!
I’m going to tell you a story about me, my first personal pet, and the foreshadowing of every artistic endeavor I’ve ever undertaken. Who are we kidding my whole life actually.
So when I was in kindergarten my parents decided I could have my first pet that was just for me to take care of! Whoo! I got a guinea pig and I named him after my favorite food at the time: Pickles. Right? A name so stupid it’s great. Well done, tiny me.
Pickles and I were best buds. I made Pickles a fort. My dad and I made Pickles an outdoor predator proof maze. My classroom science experiments were done on Pickles. Pickles? What’s your favorite food? (spoiler alert: it was lettuce)
I started drawing every day before I can even remember. Most of those drawings included Pickles. Teacher wanted me to draw a person? Fine. But here’s Pickles too. And a dog in a tutu cause why the fuck not? After Pickles died he still appeared in everything he just wore a halo. I know. And yes, I was definitely that kid that pretended to be a dog at recess for far longer than was socially acceptable to the other children.
So when I was home for the funeral, I met up with my best friends from home. We hadn’t all been there together at my childhood home since high school and Lisa asked “Where’s that terrible statue you made of your guinea pig?” So we dug it up. My godawful, complete disregard for craftsmanship or polish or just finishing anything to any degree started early because it was basically just a lump of clay that you can definitely get fingerprints off if I ever commit a terrible crime.
My craftsmanship continues to just be…honestly embarrassing if I cared that much. It’s just the Pickles statue over and over until the end of time.
Doodled another much tinier Set. One fun thing about Set is that nobody is really quite sure what the fuck animal he’s supposed to be. People have guessed anything from a giraffe to an okapi to an extinct type of wild dog or even wild pig or aardvark but the reigning conclusion is that the “Set animal” (or “sha”) is a fanciful amalgam of several different creatures.
Despite Set’s reputation for being an exceedingly violent and dangerous individual, it also seems that he’s a vegetarian, and consumes mostly (only?) Lettuce. Here we have the chaotic figure in a rare moment of peace, eating shoots in a lettuce garden. This tiny little drawing is for sale but I’m too lazy to post it to Etsy at the moment so if you like it and have a spare twenty it’s yours.
ALRIGHTY. so, it’s my bae jenna’s birthday today and she asked for: hazel, jason, and lots of tiny pigs. i realized very late that i can’t draw pigs :c but, here’s your present, piggy queen!! have a great birthday <3
Roughly 10 hours in SAI. Actually not that bad. Gosh.
There are like, three tiny points in the movie that imply that Tip does ballet (a note on the fridge, a slide in the credits, and the part where she goes en pointe to reach the “gravity thingy”), so I thought it would be fun to draw her gussied up.