a loot photo from yesterday’s prerelease (not pictured: the clever impersonator and wooded foothills i traded to a friend). my number one favorite is my foil rakshasa deathdealer (yes, i opened the non-foil one in the same round; yes, a lot of “oh my god” moments happened) followed by promo anafenza (whom i might be running as a commander). i didn’t win any prizes, but it was fun and i’m looking forward to fate reforged in january! :3
They said purple suit, I said why not.
i spent four dollars on candy corn in the last two days and feel no remorse for my actions. i will, however, accept any criticism, derision, and ostracism as deserved and appropriate.
New Living Spaces, 2012.
Originally published in RRUFFURR 1st print edition, now unfortunately out of print.
Dear Making Comics Class,
im too tired to color much of the lineart rn sorr y ┐(´～`；)┌
garbage elk. it is shaking. its back is covered in candles which flicker ominously.
I know, I know, I should be working on my comic. But Whimbrel showed me a fursona generator. Or at least, it calls itself a fursona generator. Everything that comes out of it feels like some kind of strange and powerful deity.
I’m going to call him Candleback, He is the Shadow of discarded dreams. Every time you give up on an ambition, he knows. He remembers. And he will remember your dreams long after you are gone.
His favorite color is fuchsia.
‘Am I addressing Mrs Cake?’ said Windle.
‘Yes, oi, know,’ said Mrs Cake.
‘My name’s Windle Poons.’
‘Oi knew that too.’
‘I’m a wizard , you see-‘
‘Alright, but see you wipes your feet.’
‘May I come in?’
Windle Poons paused. He replayed the last few lines of conversation in the clicking control room of his brain. And then he smiled.
‘That’s right,’ said Mrs Cake.
‘Are you by any chance a natural clairvoyant?’
‘About ten seconds usually, Mr Poons.’
‘You gotta ask the question,’ said Mrs Cake quickly. ‘I gets a migraine if people goes and viciously not asks questions after I’ve already foreseen ‘em and answered ‘em.’
‘How far into the future can you see, Mrs Cake?’
|—||Reaper Man, Terry Pratchett. (via the-library-and-step-on-it)|
i’ve hacked the system