Oh no.

I can't share what I'm workin on today, but I left myself draw a little Mourning Star as a warmup sketch.

10:00 PM – A tribe of tarrie-cats, which are larger than domestic cats but of the feline family, live on NINNYHAMMER, this island of rolling hills. There is a house here that resembles an eye, where, it is believed, wizards have lived over the years. ABARAT commish process

You can't understand a brain broken in the ways your's is not - but compassion doesn't rely on understanding the nuance of my chemical imbalances, just of my humanity.

Friend caught me listening to Linkin park and drawing carrion from Abarat in a display of extreme July decadence.