Banana Shuriken?

SPECIMEN # 1678: MURDER MONKEY. (REEEK REEK REEEK.)

Did you ever know..

My Hero, Jackson Publick: creator, writer, artist, and voice actor for the Venture Brothers. I think he's pretty super. Not only is he incredibly talented in a wide range of areas, but he also busts his ASS to make by far the best show on television. I kind of like him. Okay, I like him a lot.

Kunoichi + RALPH

Did anyone ever play 'Rampage!'? It's like.. among my top favorite games. I always played Ralph, the giant werewolf. So I suppose this is my tribute to him, in a way.

A red Kunoichi.. aka, female NinJA. That's her name, too. Nin Ja. Roffle, roffle. Photoshopped the crap out of this because the original looked sosoSO terrible. But all is well now. Even with the questionable proportions. Critique that, if you want. I always need tips.

We're all ROCKIN here..

One of ye olde art exercises in school that I so keenly remember in relation to hand turkeys was the whole 'create something out of a shape' ordeal. I always thought those were pretty fun. I made a weasel out of a piece of popcorn once. Anyway. I just had fun with this. And it was liberating, indeed!

I'm gonna STEAMPUNK yo ASS.

When I think 'steampunk,' Tank Girl always comes to mind. But I suppose that any girl.. in a corset.. looking really tough and hardcore.. works all around in general. You betcha.

Ravenous Brains

If he only had a brain .. indeed, for the Scarecrow is no stranger to the taste of flesh, and when the hunger claims his whithered bones of wood and straw, he is transformed into a being so ravenous that all who live in the land of Oz shudder to the sound of his Undead howls. And the wizard? Well - he has the biggest brain of them all. Undoubtedly the most delicious, too.

PIKABOO

PIKABOO

GOTTA CATCH 'EM AAALLL--!

*note: I am not liable for any head explosions. thank you.

wanna cyber???//

LOL WUT.

I adore you guys. All the awesome art makes me happy on the inside.

Hello, dear.

Contrary to popular belief, this is a sketch. That took a handful of hours. And constant breaks. Cough, cough.
I should have some mo' contributions to this subject once I return from my trip to Seattle. I imagine I would need some method of entertainment on the plane ride.. aside from relentlessly kicking the seat in front of me. Or poking my eye with a sharp, pointy thing.

But anyway, this guy's theme song is 'Reign I Forever' by Blood Axis. Pretty MIGHTY. Burp.

holla atcha rolla gal

Man, I sure wish that I had a wonky rack like that, or could bend my legs in opposite directions. I'd bring all them boys to the yard. Yup.

I really need to go to sleep now.

TO VALHALLAAAAAA--

godliness and bird crap

Tat'Thu- The ever-elusive figure known as Tat'Thu (pronounced tatt-too) is, at best, entirely androgynous and horribly withdrawn to its own means of a nomadic lifestyle and communication, more appropriately, the strange behavior that it embarks with avian breeds. A curious creature, unidentified as human or otherwise, wanders listlessly in tattered robes and dons an elaborate and eclectic headdress, conducting various mimicry of bird calls. Some scholars and metaphysical scientists argue that Tat'Thu is a reincarnated God that lines the margins of archaic religions, although most would simply consider it to be nothing but a lost lunatic with nothing better to do. Regardless, no one can dispute the strange being - with its elongated fingers and unearthly kinship with birds - and so, it is it is: a marvelous enigma.

..it is also a lazy sketch. BUCK-KAW!

son, you can't go wrong

Total shout-out to Stovepipe for the blatant inspiration. And, let's face it, dogs/animals in suits are awesome. And this guy, well, he just wants to make an honest living, and it's a dog eat dog world out there. I think, if he shaved a little, the ladies might like him, too.

Verevolff

Despite the sloppy clobber-claws, he looks mighty fierce. Expect more entries to this subject.

ohgodIlovewerewolves.

Nazbitt

Hey everyone. Been so uber busy with moving and junk - I live in Kentucky now. Crap, what?
Anyway, story time. Let me tell you about good ol' Nazbitt.
When I lived in Wisconsin (a very weird time in my life to begin with - very strange place) there was this old man with a funny widow's peak that lived in our neighborhood that my friend and I were always cautious of. You know, funny thing is, I don't remember this friend of mine very well.. her name, her face.. but I certainly remember Nazbitt. Nazbitt would always be outside around his Townhome, and would watch my friend and I with that expression: his lips always parted, sunken eyes beady.. and his forehead was huge. But the strangest thing was his ears! I swear, they were like little gremlin ears, all pointed and everything. Even if we were both scared shitless of him, because he always tried to talk to us, say things like 'how you girls doin? havin fun today?'-- we kept returning to where he lived to have a look at his ears. My friend told her mom about him and she, like a paranoid parent, went on this rant about sexual predators and how we should be careful and should never go around his home anymore, or he'll rape us and do horrible things to us. I was so terrified: especially as a young girl, since 'sexual predators' were something that was shoved into our brains since a young age. At least for me. After that I had terrible dreams about Nazbitt for years. He was worse than the idea of a 'boogeyman' to me - and hell, I still have small fears about a creature living in my closet, but damn, Nazbitt was the icing on the cake as a child.

If only I could have a normal childhood fear, like, oh, I don't know.. mutant cabbage, or something.

But who knows. He could very well be just a harmless old man with elf-esque ears. Or that perv from Family Guy.

..wow, long winded. Sorry!