((Misc. OFF doodles from a stream I did a few days ago. First image was…not intended to look bad. But it did. So i rolled with it.
The others are random or requested (the ships were requested, though I may or may not ship some of them) and then the frog zacharie there belongs to waifu-zacharie. I also threw in Zackry, because I actually liked his character some reason (he’s from one of the fangames).
It’s Friday, and you know what that means! Dumb selfies (of my dumb, dumb, dumb face) and the weekly artsy reminder~ ♥︎
((where is my mic? i thought i left it here somewhere… oh there it is. does it still have batterIES YEAH IT DOES. good. *ahem*))
HELLO DEAR FOLLOWERS.
TODAY IS A GREAT DAY TO MAKE ART. WRITE. DOODLE. MAKE MUSIC. WRITE A DOODLE-BOOK ABOUT A CHARACTER WHO MAKES MUSIC. WHATEVER IT IS YOU DO. WHATEVER IT IS THAT EXCITES YOU. TODAY IS, INDEED, A GREAT DAY TO DO IT.
REPEAT: TODAY IS A GREAT DAY TO MAKE ART.
I’m going to be out of the office all day today (don’t worry there is a queue). I’m going be out and about Shadowriting. Going to push some more PF and brainstorming the possibility of Patreon. While I’m out and about making art, you should also be making some art of your own! Tag me and I may feature your art on the blog tomorrow c; Oh and also post some dumb selfies, come on I can’t be the only one D:
Silliness aside, go off and spend today making art, dear followers! Let’s make Neil Gaiman proud~ ♥︎
The two had perfect front row seats to where Glenn and Daryl were bent over, working over the open engine of the Tucson. Hearing Maggie’s teasing, Glenn dramatically dropped a wrench and just as dramatically bent over to pick it up.
Daryl noticed the display, glanced back to see Maggie and Carol watching, and shook his head, getting back to work.
“You too, Dixon!” Carol joined in as Maggie whistled at Glenn. “Hm, yeah, you jumpstart that battery.”
Daryl straightened so fast that his head smacked the overhanging hood of the car, and he cursed, carefully not turning around as he kept working. Maggie burst out laughing, and Carol leaned sideways.
“Is his face red?” she sniggered, hand over her mouth.