Anonymous asked: Hun I love ur comic but r u ok?
I’m fine anonymous :) Every now and then depression sneaks up and gets me. It comes and goes (I tend to be a lot quieter online when it does). I’m ok at the moment though.
Thank you for your concern! :)
Anonymous asked: how long do you take for a comic (I love them btw...your colour combos are amazing and your wit speaks to me *sage nod*)
Thank you anon :)
It varies really, but comic strips probably take about 4-5 hours on average.
Full comic pages take much, much longer. Like, if you start a comic it will consume your life. You will not sleep, you’ll forget to eat and probably sacrifice going outside. And it’s totally worth it.
I’m going to start making more of those comic pages >:I
Oh, I did an interview with comics beat - you can read it here if ye wish :)
(Bonus - here’s a drawing of a blobfish I found on my laptop and forgot about.)
Helloooo, if anyone has a spare couple of minutes could you vote in this competition. I’m not saying vote for mine but if you like mine best then cool beans and thank you, you are swell :)
Here’s a kitten.
(I lied about it being a kitten, that’s a furry, armed tree snake with ears)
Anonymous asked: What is your bra size? When are you going to get on cam for us?
Boob size and in about 70 years when I am nearly 100 years old and technology is so advanced it will be like I am in the room with you. You will see every single wrinkle in such clarity as I gyrate as much as my arthritis will allow, dressed only in only this ask printed out and stuck to my forehead that serves only to remind you that you did this to yourself.
This image is my gift to you.
I really don’t think we’d mind, I mean.. I’d be 90-something. You do realize that we’re all aging at a relatively comparable pace, right?
You’re overlooking the real threat here though - this anon will have to live with this image for the next 70 years. I have implanted this idea of an ancient naked woman dancing in their minds now. They may think they have forgotten it but this idea will grow and, as it does, it will distort and become more and more repulsive until it can no longer stay forgotten. As each day passes it will grow until it consumes all conscious thought. When the times comes I will be dancing for nothing more than a shell of a human being.
Also you are greatly underestimating just how truly grotesque I am planning to become.