I keep forgetting to upload the timelapses!🙈 I'll catch up on em in the next couple of days. I've been thinking of doing a livestream while working on one of my #inktober pieces, what do you guys think? I've never done anything like that so I'm not too sure yet!👀
(Top to bottom: 2010, 2010, 2011, 2015, 2017 on right. Swipe for larger pics!)
#inktoberday23 : Bamf Man!
Bamf Man is the main character of the series. He runs his own mercenary corporation called GHOST, has a chainsaw for one of his arms, and is an all around badass. I was specifically instructed to make him wear neon green skinny jeans and have mascara tears running down his face (hence the weird black marks down his face in one of the drawings😂) Bamf Man is a bit of a smartass when fighting his mortal enemy, but sometimes he hits a bit too deep and doesn't expect a large counterattack whoops (his nemesis can use Force lightning bc why not)
Catching up on my countdown with Nancy's bff who has seemingly become Demagorgon dinner, Barb! Although I have doubts we'll see Barb again next season, I love seeing the same actress play a "cool nerd" on Riverdale 😊
I'm 1/2 way through the next one playing catch up so there'll be a double Stranger Things post today 😎✌🏻
You can never have enough garden gnomes as far as I'm concerned. #inktober#dogcostume Days 20-23 I know I'm kinda cheating by ganging up the dogs and days but it's the only way I'll see the month through. 😉 creative problem solving.
Day 21 of #inktober (time to catch up!) Never doubt a Milonin family's unity. Or what they'll do to maintain it.
. " The entire purpose of the last entry was to depict the caves where The Clothed take residence, so whoever reads this knows to stay the hell away. We were captured at that spot, and have been trapped in the cave for a day or so. I’m both surprised and glad that we weren’t eaten right away… Seems they have to bring in fresh food for the ones unable to hunt. Pomi has been crying and apologizing this whole time… It seems she heard about this place before, and last night during the feast, she got the last details she needed to pinpoint it. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she imagined by my knife that I would be able to put up a fight with the hunters… But they are too silent, too precise. And as much as I hate to admit it, much swifter than me. I’m not mad at Pomi. Not anymore. She’s the reason I’m able to write this now. If I had been captured on my own, without her, I would never have heard the FURIOUS roar of our saviours. I’ll spare the gruesome details of what took place as we were freed… But never in my life have I been more relieved and terrified upon hearing the words “ Where is my daughter?! “ "