Just A Little Sneak Peak Of What I’m Currently Working On…

Beautiful

This cat is so cute

Hey everyone! We need your help to create the best party game ever!

Introducing… What The Plot?!

How does it work?

1.) Take a Prompt Card.

Ex. ’Tell us about the time a vampire hit on you.‘ 

2.) You have one minute to bullshit a story.

After the minute is up, the player next to you needs to continue your story and so on. 

However! There is also a pile of cards each with three words on it. Every turn you draw a card and have to use one of the three words from it in your story. Ex. breadstick, cactus, werewolf.’ If you don’t use one of the words during your turn, you lose points. If you can’t continue the story then you also lose points. And if your story is really awful, other players can play the ‘Boo Card’, causing you to lose a catastrophic amount of points. The player who is not the worst wins!

We have already found a supplier and a distribution center in both the US and Europe. We really want to know what you think. Let’s create this game together and make it the best it can possibly be. Are you in?

I am unfortunately stuck at work for hours on end so have a little thick marker doodle I did of the Disaster Twins. 💜💙

This is absolutely divine

The bookshelf was stacked with stories about ghosts, aliens, urban legends, mythical monsters, and other assorted horrors. We’d bought them shortly after we moved into the new house. The town we’d moved into had a second-hand bookshop, and that was the first place I hit with my grandpa, right the day we moved in.

“Have you found everything you’re looking for?” he asked every time I brought him a book to hold.

“No, just wait a little bit, I won’t be long,” I told him.

He just held the pile of books against his belly and hummed a song several decades old.

Grandpa never read books. At least, I’d never seen him read any. He did read newspapers, though. We had five newspapers showing up on our doorstep, printed in three different languages. Grandpa would read every story and every ad in the papers, often nodding and muttering a commentary to himself.

“Just to be clear, you can borrow these at any time” I said to him while the owner of the shop calculated the total.

He nodded a little distractedly. “Ice cream?” he asked in response. “I think there’s a parlour if you turn the corner down the street…”

That evening, I lined up each book on the shelf, spines out and ordered by theme. It was a more fun system of arrangement than just alphabetical or chronological. With the system I used, all I had to think was “I’m in the mood for a serial killer,” and then pick up the relevant tome.

Grandpa hadn’t seen my room, so I made it a point to drag him up there and look at my bookshelf. A full bookshelf is the most consummate adornment a room can aspire to.

“How is it?” I beamed at him, hoping he’d ask about the sorting.

“It looks like a laboratory of pure evil,” he said. “Like an innocent maiden could take one look at it and faint in terror.”

“You don’t think I’m an innocent maiden?” I asked with a coy smile.

He looked at me appraisingly. “You’re the most innocent of maidens, I think.”

I never really understood what he meant by that. It sounded like a joke, but then he wasn’t really one for jokes.

Every night, before going to sleep, I’d pick a book from the shelf and read a story or two to satisfy my cravings. It made for good dream fodder. I never had nightmares about those horrors—true nightmares don’t rely on comfortable tropes like that.

One night, Grandpa entered my room while I was reading a story out loud, complete with dramatised dialogue. He studied the bookshelf and I switched to reading quietly.

“You’re finally coming around to reading books, then?” I asked after finishing the paragraph I was reading.

“Yes,” he said and ran a hand over his balding head before stuffing it into a pocket again. “I think that after all this time of reading the newspapers, I would like to learn how the real world is.”

This variant of the Goldentail / Bastard Moray is known as the Banana Eel due to its colouration and markings resembling a ripe banana.

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Warfare

Chapter 1 Part 5

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Not much going on in the panel but some visual effects really. Also Donnie’s headphones flew off of his head in the midst of Leo touching him and I just forgot to draw it in Part 4 haha.

Not gonna lie, I think Donnie looks kinda pretty…but I’m sure whatever state he is in…it’s not good.

Thank you all again for the love and support and the slow process of me drawing. You’re all amazing! Have a blessed day everyone! ✝️

A little WIP with ROTTMNT Leo. I plan on filling this whole page so let’s do it one day at a time!

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Does anyone else remember this show? I had a lot of fun drawing the famous Eli Shane!

I don't know about you guys but this hit me with inspiration