Foxies.

Lighthouse with a shipwrecked tugboat attached. Got really bored. Allthough I think it looks nice for something done in 30 minutes.

Personell guarding a scientist after the laboratory gets attacked. Don't ask me why. I just had an idea but didn't know where to go from here.

the shape of the head is weird but i think i;m getting better.

I was actually questioning whether I should upload this or not.

I was planning on making a 7 panel series to make a short story but I’ll have to think about it. Anyways i think this will the last thing I’ll post today. Have a good night/day.

Yes , yes I know that you can't actually steal the Eye of Magnus. However I'm working on getting mages from the College of Winterhold to help me teleport it back to Skyrim so it can glow in all it's glory where it belongs. ... Next to Lydia in my home.

Kitty.

Thoughts about a strange star appearing in the night sky

The end of an era is never really happy or sad. We get accustomed to many of the words and feelings that accompanied the old Era that to see it go away represents us letting go of a part of us. All the memories then feel as if they are gone and will never be taken back. There's also the uncertainty that comes with something unknown that strikes fear into us as well as confusion and anger. It hits us so hard that we feel as if we though are falling hard without any help or guidance as to where to go. We lash out in anger, cry and act as if though the world is ending. Even if it's the end of an era that we may have thought was bad. No mortal being can predict the future, and even our best automatons and machinations can only give us their estimates of what comes next. Yet in the face of the winds of change there is a necessity to do one important thing. To forget who we are. To remember what we love and live for. The things that drive us to live another day. So that in the face of uncertainty we can remember what we stand for . And tomorrow will be that much brighter.

bored, did out of boredom.

I've been feeling really tired the last two days but I'll make it up tomorrow. Just be patient...please pretty please. Will a dad joke make it up?

This is the marvelous artistic pose of a high school senior in thier final months of the year. Notice the glazed empty eyes. The apathy towards whatever they're hearing.