Tag: humor

Inktober 22: Scratchy

Inktober 22: Scratchy

(Re-) Introducing Mouse’s friend, Hedgie! She starred in a one-off comic a few years ago, but I’d like to bring her in more often. She’s really fun to draw–it’s that crazy hairstyle.

This Inktober is turning into “Lab Mice & Friends,” what with Elephant, Hedgie, Cthulhu, Trevor the Toad, a spider, a dragon, and a horse all making appearances.

Inktober 21:Chains

Inktober 21: Chains

October is not only Inktober, it’s also Dysautonomia Awareness Month! I have POTS, a blood circulation disorder and a form of dysautonomia (dysfunction of the autonomic nervous system), and this prompt made me think of the way I describe the fatigue related to POTS–like I have weights attached to all of my limbs. Standing up=imaginary weight lifting.

It’s also kind of how I’m feeling at this point in Inktober. We’re 2/3 of the way through! Only 10 more days to go!

If you would like to know more about POTS, the video “What is POTS?” by Dysautonomia International is a good introduction!

Inktober 18: Saddle

Inktober 18: Saddle

I can’t remember the last time I tried to draw a horse, but I am pleased with his “is everything okay back there?” expression. Of course, he might well be the cause of the trouble.

This is based on the painting La Belle Dame Sans Merci by Frank Dicksee, from about 1901. It, in turn, is based on a poem by the same name by John Keats, in which a fairy beguiles a knight and leads him to his doom. So maybe don’t feel too bad for the predicament of our leading lady.

Inktober 17: Demon

Inktober 17: Demon

One of my favorite books is Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones, so I thought I would draw Sophie getting the better of Calcifer the fire demon.

“Oh, curses!” Calcifer spat. “Why did you let her in here, Michael?” Sulkily he bent his blue face forward until all that could be seen of him was a ring of curly green flames dancing on the logs.

“Thank you,” Sophie said, and slapped the heavy pan onto the green ring to make sure Calcifer did not suddenly rise up again.

“I hope your bacon burns,” Calcifer said, muffled under the pan.