Gonna Be Posting Some Old Drawings Over The Course Of The Next Few Days. Wanted To Draw Alex In A Crop

[Image Description: Full body drawing of a short, flat-faced cat with matted, dark gray fur and golden eyes. Her cheeks, chin, chest, and tail are pale gray. Multiple scars cover her body. Above the full body drawing is a close-up of the cat’s face, head on and the name “Yellowfang” written in a gray, angular font. The background is a dull yellow. End of Description.]

Gold is a shade of orange, right? Right?

Suburban Wyvern Wrangling

An intro I wrote over a year ago for a story I’ll likely never get around to continuing, at least not for a long while. I’m still pretty proud of this though so, thought I might as well post it. (And yes, I know the title sucks.)

Chasing after a dragon in the edge of town was the last thing Latisha wanted to be doing at 9pm.

She could be resting at home, watching some adorable parrot videos on her phone, but no, she just had to get a call from her boss telling her how there had been sightings of a cat-sized, lizard bat soaring over Minchester Park. She could be driving to her job’s local office to drop off the creature, but no, it just had to be a skittish wild dragon, rather than a more approachable domesticated one. She could be tackling the reptile to the ground right now, but no, it just had to be a British wyvern, one of the swiftest species out there. How in the world did a British wyvern even get to central Indiana? At least it was a dwarf species. But then again, if it were any larger, then a fully-equipped cryptid-catching team would have been called in to capture the beast instead of a single woman in an old hoodie.

Well, fuck then.

But Tish didn’t have time to dwell on that any further. She had to focus on catching up to the beast while maneuvering between lamp posts and flowering trees. She swerved around a picnic table, not taking her eyes off the dragon for even a second. This creature was fast, remaining a few strides ahead of her, and it didn’t show any signs that it would be landing soon. Tish silently pleaded that it would at least descend a bit just to give her neck a break from craning upwards.

The powers that be must have heard her pleas and decided to troll her, because the dragon ended up soaring past the entry arch of the park and straight into someone’s neighboring yard. It wasn’t just any yard though. It was one of those thousand square foot yards with a mansion-esque house in the middle of it.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” Tish groaned as she skidded to a halt. There was no way she could trespass on such lavish private property and get away with it. Even though it may have been nighttime in a part of town where most residents would be in bed by now, she still imagined the homeowners wouldn’t take kindly to finding a black woman in dusty attire sneaking through their property in search of an animal that, as far as they knew, was as fictional as magic wands.

Maybe the residents were hidumans and not visumans, and she could explain the situation to them. Oh, who was she kidding, the nearest hidumans who could afford to live in an apartment-complex-sized house most likely lived in Chicago, not in the suburbs of central Indiana. Tish knew that if the dragon remained over there much longer, there was going to be some sort of a ruckus tonight, no matter what action she chose to take.

Tish darted back and forth along the edge of the park, mirroring the dragon as it zigzagged over the lawn. Pushing back a few stray curls from her face, she took a quick glance at the digital watch on her wrist. It was 9:06. If she didn’t capture this dragon soon, she may end up having to just leave it behind. British wyverns were passive enough that she didn’t mind leaving it be, where it would at worst only spook a few people. What Tish didn’t want was a stern reprimand from her boss and $300 less in her paycheck for all her trouble. Considering how low the dragon was flying now, she may end up having to do so.

Much to her luck, surprise, and relief, the dragon ended up swooping out of the property, gliding towards the adjacent sidewalk. Tish immediately sprinted onto the walkway. The wyvern began slowing down as it continued to descend, allowing Tish to close the distance between her and the beast. A few moments later, it finally landed in a field of tall grasses bordering the sidewalk.

As soon as the creature had set foot on land, Tish crouched low to the ground. Her steps were now soft and slow as she snuck up on the dragon. The wyvern folded up its wings and sat down to rest, unaware that its pursuer was still nearby. Latisha crept ever closer to it, pausing for a moment after each step. She could not afford for it to go flying off again, not when it was only a few feet in front of her now.

When she had reached the edge of the sidewalk, Tish leaped onto the creature, pinning it down by the back with her hands. The dragon frantically flapped its wings and flailed its tail, letting out a shrill, falcon-like cry. Tish kept her head raised. Though dragons may not have been able to actually breathe fire, their strong tail whips sure felt as fiery as any blaze.

She turned her left arm onto the entirety of the dragon’s back, freeing up her right hand. Fumbling through the top pocket of her cargo shorts, she retrieved a small plastic packet. Tish secured one side of the packet firmly between her teeth, keeping her grip on it with her hand. With both her head and her hand, she yanked both sides of the plastic, tearing it in two. She quickly pulled out the sticky, white pad inside, letting the plastic casing fall to the ground.

As quickly and gently as she could with it struggling, Tish turned the dragon on its side, exposing its underbelly. She placed the pad on this softer region of its body and pressed down to ensure it remained secure. After a few seconds, the dragon’s movements steadily slowed and its cry became softer. Its entire body gradually became more limp, until it fell asleep. The only sounds and movements it made were those of its breathing.

The woman took a sigh of relief. Retying the headwrap holding up her hair, she took the moment to enjoy having finally caught the elusive creature.

She then turned around the baby sling she had wrapped around her body so that the carrying part of it rested just below her breasts. Supporting the dragon by its head and back, she lifted it up and snuggly cradled it into the sling. Ideally, Tish would have brought the containment box with her, but after the first few times she’d done so, she quickly learned that trying to wrangle in cryptids with a giant box in her hands only made the chase and capture more difficult.

Tish checked over the dragon to make sure that it was tightly tucked in and that its nose wasn’t obscured before getting back on her feet. She checked her watch once again: 9:15.

Looks like I’m going to have to run back to the car as well. Wait?

Where did I park again?

Been playing quite a bit of the Sims 4, and these two are among some of my favorite digital dolls. Darrel is the first child of the first two sims I made in the game, and Roberto is from the third household I ever made. Currently, they’re married with two kids. While the unmodded base game doesn’t allow for it, in my head Roberto runs a small game dev studio, and Darrel watches the kids in between being a music tutor.

[Image Description: Cartoony drawing of a brown humanoid furry character. This character has the head of a rabbit, tail of a lion, and feet of a horse. He is wearing a long-sleeve blue shirt, a blue plaid button up, black skirt, and silver earring. End of Description]

An old drawing of Matonne wearing an outfit that I actually own, minus the earring. I took a thermal from a Walmart, an oversized button up (that was also the first item from the men’s section I ever owned), and a skirt I wear as a tube dress. Makes me feel particularly genderpunk.

[Image Description: A drawing of a humanoid animal twirling while looking at the viewer. They have light brown fur, long rabbit ears, a long, lion-like tail, and hooves for feet. He is wearing a striped, pink open sweater over a light pink t-shirt with a heart on it, a dark pink heart-patterned skirt, light pink lace leggings, a choker with a heart pendant, and a heart-shaped earring. Text on the image reads: Single or taken, I hope you have a Happy Valentine’s Day. End of Description]

Once again using my fursona as a dress-up doll. I’m such a sucker for pink that I just had to dress him up for V-Day. If my executive dysfunction weren’t such a bitch, I’d probably have drawn him in more outfits, but I guess I don’t really need an excuse to put Matonne in my favorite color.

Accidentally posted this to my main blog.

Updated the design and finally gave a name to that one cat girl I drew years ago. Friend, girlfriend, wife (depending on where in the timeline things are) of Matonne. A generally quiet gal who likes to spend her Ike reading and writing contemporary fantasy. Can frequently be found in libraries, bookstores, hobby shops, and whatever patch of nature sparks her inspiration.

Decided to make some changes to my fursona and make some more extensive references for her. Wanted to give her facial hair and make her ears smaller to better show off her earrings and allow her to emote with them. I also removed the extra colors from her hair cause they were a bit difficult to work with at different angles.

Just playing around with brushes, colors, and filters. I think I like making abstract art.

The actually first piece of Murderbot fanart I ever made (over a year ago now). Drew this up immediately after finishing Network Effect fueled by queerplatonic Murderhelion feels.

So yes, this is technically ship art of a technologically advanced ship named ART and its security unit.

No, the binary does not mean anything.

Some slightly less abstract art. Still trying to push myself to be comfortable posting more sketchy art.