my storytelling final! or, that week i almost went blind cross-hatching!
it’s a couple weeks old at this point, but i’m still proud of it (all that cross-hatching…) even though looking back at it now i can see a ton of flaws or things i just could’ve done better. maybe i’ll redo it one day.
the page colors are kind of wonky because they’re photographs; i didn’t have a scanner big enough for the pages.
hell yeah monster/human friendships
(via secondlina)
garbage elk. it is shaking. its back is covered in candles which flicker ominously.
I know, I know, I should be working on my comic. But Whimbrel showed me a fursona generator. Or at least, it calls itself a fursona generator. Everything that comes out of it feels like some kind of strange and powerful deity.
I’m going to call him Candleback, He is the Shadow of discarded dreams. Every time you give up on an ambition, he knows. He remembers. And he will remember your dreams long after you are gone.
His favorite color is fuchsia.
(via norsefire)
do monsters make sure we look under the bed? or over our shoulder, not just straight ahead?
do monsters make sounds in the dark of the night, to check we’re not frightened to turn off the lights?
do monsters wait for us to come home from school, and forget that they’re real, like they wanted us to?
do they tell us ‘take care’, and 'be safe’, when we do?