zoneitout

short comic that took me far longer than it should’ve

Pinned Post my art comic digital art illustration oc original character

storieldraw

under the blanket

stivkun

I wonder who's hiding under that comically long hounskull- Oh my gar.

Decided to probably name them Edgar. Need my silly pun names.

anonbeadraws

More art club 10 minute photo studies 🧡

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balu8

spaceshiprocket

Batman by Bill Sienkiewicz

balu8

curtvilescomic

Winsor McCay

solomon-revisited

smiff-spike

poem titled, 'poem for'. poem reads, the first time i listened to the mountain goats, twelve years old, / by recommendation, i did not like what i heard. / they don't make good music – or didn't, until recently; / it's debatable. art's subjective. *listenable*, really, is the word. / i listened again at fifteen, by different recommendation, / having by then passed the necessary threshold. other goats fans / know what i mean. there are, disregarding taste, hard rules. / a song should be in time, in tune, recorded in quality. / there's an appeal, to songs that aren't. it's not universal. // at fifteen, i listened to the sunset tree on repeat, for months. / years. earlier today. i've played all hail west texas / around my parents so often i had to explain the boombox – / the panasonic rx-ft500, with its overly sensitive mic too close / to its gears. "why do you like that music with the awful whirring?" / "the sound of a long-broken machine deciding, on its own and / without the interference of repairmen or excessive prayer vigils, / to function again," i read from the liner notes. / "i'll take as much of this as i can possibly bear," / i do not read from the liner notes. a better answer. // many bands change their sound over time, drive away older fans. / the mountain goats are the only band i listen to where / fans dislike the newer music's improved production quality. / older mountain goats songs aren't, exactly, an acquired taste; // your eyes have adjusted to a dark, dark room. / they do not require you to turn on a light.

Poem for, Smiff-Spike Danger

wizardpotions

hanavesinauttija

pelagae

And her sister Phthalo Blue, another slam dunk for copper!

ranticore

Simple colour sketch of a wyrm, a creature resembling a dragon from a medieval bestiary with two large birdlike legs, fanlike wings, and an excessively long coiling tail. Out from the dragon's mouth like a tongue protrudes its 'head', which is the upper body and head of a humanoid creature. The wyrm is coloured in alternating bands of cream, red, orange, and slate-grey, with gaudy stripes.

straight up cba designing a face once again so ignore that but i wanted to draw Revelation by copying the colours from this delightful guy. then i fucked it up a bit but who's counting

Scan of a medieval manuscript dragon, it is patterened with the same bands of cream, bluish-grey, red, and orange, with pale stripes throughout.

Revelation is a wyrm with only one head, though originally it had dozens and dozens of them. it was judged responsible for causing the apocalypse, and put to death. but a single head did survive - whether by accident or on purpose it's hard to tell - and managed to re-grow a body, though it is still orders of magnitude smaller than any other wyrm and very vulnerable, not having an established burrow to help it hunt for its food. it lives as far from any settlements or civilisations as it can manage, well aware that its discovery by anyone - monster or human - would likely draw vengeful mobs looking to end its life for good.