Everything I draw ends up wearing a bow-tie

I have to draw horses again today

and

Rabbit

feels

I

why did I do this to myself

I really love drawing horses but I can’t think of anything else

why

Dresses for Bunny!

cookieroach:

sergeantobliv:

billie-pipers-eyebrows:

emness:

Alright, since Bunny’s feelings gave us feelings, this project is slowly coming to life, and I am so very okay with it.

For now, we need to collectively decide what dress we want to get for Bunny.

Please either reblog with your pick or send me an ask or fanmail so I can take a tally.

Now, your choices!

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Absolutely Sweet Temptations. *swoon*

I’m gonna throw in sweet temptation or classic twist :)

Sweet Temptations, definitely!

Sweet Temptations or All Shook Up but gosh they’re all quite lovely.

(via cookieroach-deactivated20161108)

Aww, you guys, you’re very welcome and I’m just happy to be introducing such a fantastic group to so many people! They deserve all the credit for being so inspiring, also yeah I went a bit loco this weekend but don’t be too disappointed if I don’t produce much during the working week- I have a full time job drawing now so I’m usually completely knackered when I get home =.=

widdlez:

modmad replied to your photo: and now for something completely different…have a…

That must be one of the zombie bears that Mr Reed converted back into a regular exceedingly dapper bear.

“Pinkies out Mr. Bear. It’s the proper way to drink tea.”

… I regret nothing

PERFECTION.

[[ Referring to this pic. Obvs. ]]

“Open the air lock HAL.”

No response.

“HAL. The air lock: open it.”

No response.

Generally that is one would expect from speaking to a small, circular light on the wall, but this was not just any small, circular light on the wall. It was a microscopic fragment of a computer so vast that it could not only maintain and command a fully operational space station and its crew, but it could also do quite a lot of other things at the same time.

For instance, it could choose to not respond.

‘Choose’ being the most concerning part of that statement.

Of course, the act of not responding in correlation to the fact that two, five metre thick walls of steel were separating the silver skinned robot from his two fellow musicians, was also a concerning factor. The fact that the airlock inbetween them housed the means to repair Rabbit’s space-frayed wiring and the Jon’s increasingly star-blistered chassis was also quite notable, not to mention that the two automatons themselves were showing signs of not enjoying their five-star cruise past the dog star quite as much as they had when they were inside the ship.

Yes, all of these facts were concerning the Spine but, at present, he was more occupied with unblinking gaze of the small, circular light which could hear him quite clearly and understand him even more clearly than that, which was choosing to ignore him.

“HAL.”

The name was no longer stated in calm, bass laden tones. Initially the Spine had supposed he was speaking in such a way to reassure HAL that he was fine, that everything was fine, that he was certain that HAL had his reasons but that everything was going to be fixed right now and be okay and go back to whatever normal consisted of for three very un-normal robots floating about in space. At the revelation that he was no longer speaking, but shouting, quite ferociously at that, the Spine realized three things. He attempted to register them and refuse to all at once, and in the meantime he shouted, and shouted, and shouted, his voice stark and strange and his eyes flaring green against the deep, dead crimson of HAL’s unreadable gaze.

He realized that he had been trying to reassure himself of those things, not HAL (had he been trying to reassure them, as well? But no, they couldn’t hear him, that wouldn’t make sense). He realized that he was not as incapable of feeling emotions as he had suspected (anger? Was that what this was? It felt more heavy than that.) And as startling as these ideas were the worst was the most obvious of all, for most distantly, far back behind the words he was shouting and the heat that was rising up against his chest cavity with a rattle of steam- he realized that HAL knew all of this already. Had known all this already.

And that was why.

That was why.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”