#cows in progress

[caprine-bees]

The girls are chompin

I took these pictures 55 seconds before everything erupted into goat induced chaos and I hurt my voice screaming at them

[girlboyburger]

cow's secret revealed! 🛸

fun lil alt design for cow i've been workin on >:03c

💫🛸

[loudclan-clangen]

Hey. You.

[skittysketches]

wooo i finally managed to draw something :D

this is a ‘new’ character of mine! he’s an anthro cow who i developed this past summer, but i only got around to drawing him for the first time tonight.

i’m still trying to decide on a name for him. i’m leaning towards patches, but buttons and sunny are both strong contenders too.

[thaumana]

Hot Summer, Cool Milk

Malon WIP

[pallanophblargh]

I have a lot to do and not enough energy to do it just yet, thanks to holidays and a backlog at work. Have I always been this tired, or have I forgotten? A riddle to solve in this new year. (No idea how i survived the last one aside from being a vertebrate cockroach)

Anyway, I still don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to Linocut, so I need to walk myself through the print process like I am a toddler. At least the plate looks nice at this stage?

Hopefully I can get back to regularly sketching at the very least. It’s been a journey.

[a-ladyman-in-waiting]

Tea Time (23)

Left: Yuna (oc belongs to DioramosTwT on DeviantArt)

Right: Madeline Rivera (dragon girl oc)

Note: I’ve started this months ago and have currently drawn both ocs to a large extent. However, I’m far from finished and may spend a couple more months to work on it.

Sleeves are the bane of my existence.

Along with many other things in my drawing experience.

The main issue however is the fact that the piece is made with numerous layers that hold artwork pieces that are specifically drawn to fit the proportions.

If I needed to move one oc, I’d have to carefully move the entire jigsaw puzzle, piece by piece.

The whole thing started because I’ve wanted to challenge myself and I’ve wanted to draw someone’s oc in pixel art.

Canvas size: 120 x 120 pixels

Made on Piskel

[pinkfloyd-musicartnaturelove]

Roger Waters | Pink Floyd | The Cow Palace, Daly City, CA | April 12-13, 1975. Photo credit: C Larry Schorr.

[losersimonriley]

Regarding the post about Ghost and pets.

Imagine the two retire in the country highlands. Ghost wasn’t keen on getting hens at first because he doesn’t know how to raise them.

Soap convinces him that he'll show him how. And at first, Ghost only does the tasks. The hens don’t wanna be held, just fed.

But then a neighbor comes to them with a chick explaining that they're running out of room and know Soap only has two. Soap is iffy at first and tries to politely decline because then they'd have to buy more feed.

But eventually, they accept. And holy hell does Ghost try to sneak the baby inside whenever he can.

"It'll get cold, Johnny. Its raining." Is his favorite excuse. Soap just stares and says a soft "Unless you're gonna clean its shite off the floor—" and the chick is already being put back outside.

OHHHH MY GOD I will never not love ghoap + farm animals. my god. @forestshadow-ghoap are you seeing this

[obsessiveagony2point0]

Hey look one of those 15-20 WIPs I have to do…

[caprine-bees]

I can't believe this was 2 years ago... god I want another cow or two. Why do they have to be so messy and eat so much!

[franken-lps]

Been a while since I last posted!! I finally bought my first "big lot" of lps!! A total of 72!! Some repair work needs to be done to pretty much all of them, since they almost all are in pretty bad condition, but have two I am currently working on!!

The second spaniel body I am using the leg for is a fake btw :) the authentic one (at least I THINK she's authentic... the neck hole may just be a weirdness molding error, but i am not 100% sure... def not selling her without verifying tho) had her leg chewed off but because she is otherwise in good condition and I have a fake body, may as well perform surgery!!! 8P

I PROMISE I will finish the Labrador soon... it's taking a while to figure out how to reshape the short-haired cat body... for now tho, he has his ears and tail now!!!

I think he's going to turn out sososo cute :3

[vesteneris]

Florance + The Machine, Dance Fever

Make me evil, then I'm an angel instead At least you'll sanctify me when I'm dead

[naathanuwu]

HAPPY VDAY Y’ALL <333

I thought as a little treat for whoever enjoyed my little Hazbin Hotel self insert I’d drop some progress + a little quick doodle :P

Colour palette reveal!!! I’m still gonna mess around with that, since colour isn’t my strong suit but I’m having fun designing him >:3

I don’t have a name yet so for now he’s just Nathan (my name lol) — still gotta come up with something clever that somehow sounds similar to my name

Anyway! Gere are some things about him:

• He is both gay and polyamorous!

• I thought since the V poly couple was a lie, I’d make my own poly rep 💪

• He used to know Vox before he died and they used to be extremely close

• Vox died many years before he did

• His design is supposed to be inspired by cows and dark ink

• I originally wanted to give him pink-ish hair but he looked a little but like Alastor and I didn’t want that

• Btw if y’all didn’t catch on, he’s Vox’s boyfriend ;P

• He’s also pretty decently friends with Angel Dusk

That’s all the lore I’ll drop for now and since you were kind enough to stay till the end…

… here’s the little doodle ^^ It’s a little rushed and messy, so I hope y’all still enjoy it

I’m probably gonna mess around with his colour palette and all a lot more, but most of his character is pretty much set

If ya got any questions, then I BEG YOU to ask them! Plss 🙏🙏🙏

[bookshelf-in-progress]

Daughter of the House of Dreams: A Fragment

Author's Note: This is the opening to a long-abandoned "Sleeping Beauty" retelling that I no longer plan to write, but I still like it as a piece of prose, and it sparked my enduring interest in second-person narration, so it feels relevant, and why should long-dead authors be the only ones who get to have their unfinished fragments published?

If you ever travel to Monetta City, be sure to visit Faraway Lane. Walk past the glittering new shops, and the shoppers in their bright silk dresses and top hats, and you'll find a cozy stone shop at the end of the street. This shop isn't grand and mighty like the other shops. It won't sniff and turn you away if your clothes aren't the latest fashion. It's a grandmotherly old shop that shakes its head at the prancing and preening of the younger shops, and invites you in instead. It holds no wares in its windows; it hardly has windows at all. But it has a warm and wide wooden door, with a shingle hanging above—Alessia Day, maker of dreams.

Don't ponder the sign's message too long—it means exactly what it says. Just slip inside, shut the door behind you, and look. Don't breathe too deeply, unless you want a week of crazy dreams, but allow yourself one gasp of astonishment. You won't be able to stop yourself. No living person has failed to feel awe toward the rows and rows of shelves, longer than streets and taller than palaces, filled to bursting with glass bottles in such bright colors that the dresses in the other shops' windows would weep in envy. Some bottles are the size of thumbnails. Most fit comfortably in the palm. Some are as large as breadboxes or steamer trunks or carriage horses, but the shelves manage to fit them all. And each bottle is filled to the brim with dreams.

If you don't understand, ask Alessia Day. You'll find her at a counter half a mile from the door, polishing bottles and humming a song you've heard but can't remember. She's an old woman now, and proud of it, but squint your eyes and start to daydream, and you'll see her as I remember her—a willow-wand girl with shining brown hair and eyes that sparkle with half-formed jokes.

Tell this girl how pretty she is (she'll laugh and call you crazy) and ask about her dreams. She'll tell you of her stock and sell you any dream you ask for—daydreams and pipe dreams, dreams of love, dreams of adventure, dreams of loved ones lost and loved ones found and people you've never met but wish you had. She'll show you dreams of lush and perfect islands, dreams where fishes fly through the air, and dreams where people swim the seas with fishes' tails. She'll pull down dreams that last a second but linger a lifetime, dreams that fill a month of stormy nights, dreams that fade on waking and dreams that drown out memories. If you let her, she'll talk of dreams until you drift off, and she'll bottle up your dream while you doze.

But if you're smart (I know you are) you'll step to the counter with a clear glass bottle, empty of everything but air, and ask for her story instead. She'd distill it in a dream for you, and be glad to do it—I once saw her whip it up in half a minute, and I'll bet she's even faster now. Buy the dream, but don't drink it right away. You won't be ready for it. Linger in the shop a while. Hear the story first from Alessia Day's lips, in that voice of hers that's sweeter than singing.

You won't believe half of it, but when you stagger from the shop and wander the empty, starlit streets, you'll ponder over passages until you stumble into bed at sunrise. And when you wake, the world will be different—you'll see tiny footprints on the windowsills, know things about the shadows on the walls, tip your hat to creatures in the corner of your eye, and realize there is another color no one else can see. You'll laugh and call it your imagination, but every second Tuesday, you'll start to wonder if the old woman was right, if the things she told you were true.

If you drink the dream she made, you'll know. I'll understand if you don't—some things are easier not to know. But if you do, and dream through her story, come to my house and ring the bell. My man will let you in—he'll know you by the wonder on your face. He'll bring you to my study, set you in my oldest, softest chair, and get us both settled with a steaming pot of tea. Then, once you've finished babbling, I'll close my eyes and tell you my part in the tale.

[cow-and-chicken]

This coming election, please make sure to vote I.M. Weasel for President! He is an Upright Citizen, an Upright Walker!