And has a sexy pillow fight. And then Manic Pixie Otter tried to braid his feathers, but we don’t talk about that.
Clearly he’s distracted from the pillow fight by concerns about having to buy new feather pillows tomorrow. In fact, I remembered I had this one sitting around because last night … Continue reading
I think there may be a few more installments in this little story. How do you make a GIF again?
Oh, Neurotic Owl. This is an even worse plan than the cat. “So many fuzzies!”
In which I succumb to peer pressure.
Of course, I also started this blog because of peer pressure, so this is all your fault, peers. Anyway, The Bloggess and Filing Jointly have both done Rules for Life … Continue reading
He’s the least feared bounty hunter in the galaxy.
Don’t sue me, George Lucas! Look, a shiny object!
No big story for this one – I just thought the combination of fire and hammers would be a terrible plan for him.
His horseshoe didn’t go so well. Actually, thinking back, I may have drawn this one right after seeing Act 1 of Il Trovatore, so I imagine the Anvil Chorus … Continue reading
If you’re not familiar with tentacle hentai, this google search is about to get realllll awkward.
This is pretty darn similar to ‘. . . Meets Cthulhu’, but it’s kind of important that, in this case, the tentacles are coming up behind him. I need a … Continue reading
Just call him Amelia Owlheart.
He’ll be okay. His mom packed him a lunch.
It was a very small dragon, but still:
Remember, it’s not whether you win, lose, or turn into a charred pile of feathers: it’s how hard you try. And that’s the sort of logic that causes you to … Continue reading
Buttercup McFoodytail’s cousin Steve is a douche. Also, I joined twitter.
For context’s sake, because occasionally I actually do provide context, The Bloggess asked people on Twitter to draw a unicorn and a girl making out just as I was checking … Continue reading
Did I not post yet today? I think I’m subconsciously trying to pretend it’s still Saturday.
Oops. Been a little busy with job applications and groceries and shrinky dinks and suchlike. Anyhoo, another day, another terrible life choice. Red cape, in the woods, on your … Continue reading
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