She Woke Up And Decided To Make Some Bread.

Practice pose work of my Pathfinder 2E character.

Schedule

As a few observant people have probably noticed I haven’t been posting, not for lack of doing art but a fact of my computer has broken, and am currently borrowing one from a friend for work. So I may be able to get a few updates out on the usual, Sunday, Tuesday, Friday schedule I have been trying to keep for the past time of my blog being up, hope yall enjoy my art as I enjoy giving you the enjoyment and nice art of Mellea and others I end up drawing. So updates may be 1-2 a week depending on how things land, Again I know I am quite impersonal but do appreciate the people who follow and enjoy my, very in development art, and stick with me even over the few months of reviving this blog. So to more furry, and wholesome art and comfort I thank y’all and hope the best coming weeks.

The sea of reality

Far and away this world is a small beach of sanity. I cannot fathom breaching that edge, and stepping into the great sea, god damn what am I saying… there is nothing ‘great’ about that damned sea. I dare not even look up at that sky at night, what god dare claim mercy and love to all, and yet create that sea. I have stepped fully into that briny freezing water, and never realized until I was dragged down and forced to see all that lay beyond our own shore. 

By god the horrors of hell shan’t scrape at me if that’s the waking world. I was merely an over zealous researcher, should have never started that job, I was damned the moment I was recruited. To hell with those people, I don’t even know what’s left after the accident, the lab must be either incomprehensible, or beyond repair of any information being retrieved… good, that place is no sanctuary of knowledge, forbidden things, forgotten gods, men of more than what can be described with the limitations of godly script. The rotting gods at the edge of all that is, and was, their decaying corpses being a mere moment from wiping out half of what we see in the sky.

The light of galaxies staring like eyes upon my back, and yet still I cannot tell if they judge me, or simply cannot see me, just looking forever with dead eyes into the ether. I used to say progress was my goal, to explore that which has never been touched, but maybe the limitations of what we are were protections from these entities, masses which move and flicker like a candle flame in wind through our reality and out into the infinite black sea of tar, a writhing, breathing mass of a sea beyond which we can never hope to see, let alone understand. We pray for safety at night, and forgiveness for our sins, but no god can wipe the horrors from my mind, which wrap me up in a suffocating blanket as I fall deeper into madness.

One may ask, surely your career experience should have awarded some inclination as to the dangers of that job. And by all lines and lies I was aware, but never to this extreme, I never was truly aware of how much we danced upon that knife edge of our world, and once we tripped, all was lost. All those now dead and damned for trying to reach god's domain, but now I only ask… which god.

Did this on paper, tried to fix it in digital, arguably worse, because I didn’t plan to coloring the entire piece. 

Happy Pride ... Or Else

Hope everyone following is able to enjoy their pride, and have enjoyed my art up until now, with me having more to do I likely won’t be able to post as much art as I had hoped by now, and needing to replace my sketchbook have made keeping up with everything kind of hard, but should be back soon if things go well. Enjoy your pride, or else the gay police come and arrest you ;)

It is possible that in the meantime I will do short stories just to give you all something to enjoy.