Evening didn't go to plan. #Garcelle #Gryphon

Surely this will end well

He has the worst luck with tableware. #spoon

Tried out some new techniques. Didn't turn out completely awful.

Instructions unclear

Wait... that's not how you make toasted cheese sandwiches?

Obligatory yule goat is unimpressed with whatever this is.

Reuploading because I missed a couple of lines. Still no explanation. Only goth lizard. #SS14 #SpaceStation14

Lucien wants help with his cufflinks.

"Whey, man! D’ya want a photo or summat?" Brods thinks you should stop staring. Unless you're looking to get slapped.

Today I learned that sitting alone in an empty café and reading William Gibson seems like a good idea until the com radio on the counter starts crackling and you hear a panicked female voice shouting inaudible words in what sounds like an east Asian language.

"On this very night, 10 years ago, in this graveyard under a moon just like this..." "Spooky Stories" art by Elisabeth Alba. Ink, watercolor, and acryla gouache. 🎃👻🪦

Sad birds in snow. I swear I'm not turning into Piro. Clarence and Shalina don't really smoke, but it's a chance to get outside and have a quick conference.

I've no idea how those trolleys broke either.

I forgot how to draw again so here's Garcelle at her edgiest. No, she's not here to buy the latest Joy Division tape. She's here to shoplift the latest Joy Division tape. Now fuck off before she screams.

It's hard not to get political these days. Everything seems to be a controversial political issue, including the deliberate killing of journalists. I feel that if someone is trying to restrict where and what media can report on, they're trying to hide something and it's not likely to be good.

With all due respect, the frozen pie situation is getting a little out of hand...

There was a slight emergency at work Bad news: Had to work overtime Good news: I get to reuse an old joke

Summertime means getting some of that grime off those sofa cushions at the café!

Happy #Bastille day, #France. To celebrate, here's #Garcelle eating a #baguette in a perfectly ordinary way like a normal person.

I fear #Garcelle might have overindulged. Again. Inspired by "Where you gonna sleep tonight" by #Amy_Macdonald

Well, that doesn't normally happen. Mondays, am I right?

Wisdom might not be her primary stat. Alternative reply: "That's how you wound UP here, idiot." #garcelle

POV: This is her cabin now and you are dead.

I mean... they're not wrong.

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Meet Shalina. She has class. She has sass. She has a knife, so keep your paws to yourself.

Big sandwich for big hunger

I am trying to get better at doing realistic body shapes. Have a pair of lions. I can't handle colours very well yet so this one is in colour. Singular.

So anyway, here's Shalina Maloof. She's a black-winged kite originally from Sabtah in Northern Africa, but she's moved to Boston. She's a barista at a pirate themed café on the docks. She was part of a webcomic project of mine that never took off.

Every time I change brands of sketchpads I have to recalibrate my drawing technique by drawing a dog. Here, have a calibration dog.

So it's like, a lioness or something? Like, whatever, who cares?

HE started it!!! Bringing unfamiliar dragons of similar stature and status together has been known to cause fighting. Skarp with crew is on a visit from the Tanumshede base. Argent has reservations.

An increasingly large part of getting older is losing people who were part of your life. It's nature. I didn't know Dragoneer. It doesn't matter. I live and breathe - so to speak - in a community that he was a large part of creating and maintaining. Part of the foundation of my life is gone.

Mistakes were made. #RimWorld

Momma lynx has found a new littul kitton. This one's kinda weird looking but she's sure it'll turn out fine.

I started playing #RimWorld again.

My brain at three in the morning: A bear who is a valkyrie named Bruinhilde! Me: Oh for fuck's sake... *grabs pencil*

Uh... that's... probably not important?

It lives in a freight container and eats car parts. Dook doesn't really care about how or why.

Today I received a phonecall from my supervisor who politely asked me to drive to the train station to pick up driver M, "whose loading time was five minutes ago" and to "drive him to his van so that he can begin driving his final shift". The restraint in his voice was palpable.

Backstory!

It's a hoodie crow. Don't ask me because I don't know why, but it's like that. And that's the way it is.

Fika Dook has assumed his ultimate form. Or he's dressed up for Halloween. Or he's just being Dook.

It's pumpkin o' clock