More faux historical nonsense.
So I realized what was missing and went back and added colour to all of these, which means now I’m committed to that and also that I’ve updated the last … Continue reading
Hurricanes and road trips.
Nope, wait, that’s a TERRIBLE combination. So, okay, I’m here in Houston and pretty well immured in my apartment waiting for Harvey to decide how long he’s gracing us with … Continue reading
In which Lydia loves balls. THERE, ARE YOU HAPPY? I DID THE THING.
Dammit, Lydia!
In which I cheat a bit.
Ugh, this guy again. I should really just give him a fedora and get it over with. Dammit, Lydia! And therein lies the cheat, because damned if I’m drawing all … Continue reading
In which we head to Meryton and I save a picture of a dapper horse for research.
Reading while walking ,who hasn’t done it? Or tentacling, or whatever those fancy jellyfish feelers are actually called. (They are, in fact, tentacles. Thanks Google and the Smithsonian!)
This guy’s not so great, either.
Next up in deep cut character casting, Socially Awkward Bass makes an appearance. Collins and Mary could have been so priggishly happy together.
Ugh, this guy.
Dammit, Lydia, cover that ankle. I feel like a lot of this depends on a prior knowledge of who the characters are, and it’s been a long time since some … Continue reading
