4 A.M. or Later


Traditional fantasy-based MMO classes redesigned for a post-apocalyptic setting.

Individual posts with design notes and weapon details:

01 priests || 02 knights|| 03 hunters
04 merchants || 05 bards || 06 rogues
07 monks || 08 paladins || 09 mages


Friendship is Magic!


Friendship is Magic!


stop saying “his or her”

use “their”

piss off prescriptivists
acknowledge nonbinary identities
make your sentences less clunky
advocate for common usage which is what leads to grammatical acceptance 








Pretty much





just fucking draw. don’t compare yourself to other people, don’t stop because you drew a lot last tuesday and you haven’t visibly improved. it takes time, effort, and a lot of perseverance. besides, no matter how “bad” you think you are, there’s still gonna be someone who thinks the stuff you produce is the best goddamn thing they’ve ever seen in their entire life. the artist you were five years ago would have their mind fucking blown by the artist you are today. so just draw a fuckton, because every new thing you draw is one drawing better than you were before.

I really needed this post


Today, let me tell you a little about Pandora, my feral rescue.

Someone came by my booth this APE and was talking about my cats (they kept up with all of my blogs) when they realized they had never even HEARD of Pandora!

Pandora is shy, hates just about everything, is kinda overweight, and is absolutely gorgeous!

I found her as a kitten.  I used to work on Fisherman’s Wharf at a bicycle rental place, and one of my bosses just went “Wanna see my baby?”  I was slightly worried until he showed me a half starved kitten living in a planter trying to catch birds.  I had been a little bit lonely, so I was instantly determined to catch her, and give her a happier life!  She was anywhere between 2-4 months old (hard to tell on a starved kitten) so just right at the cusp of the age where a feral cat can be introduced into a home life.

I used my break to buy cat food to feed her with, and got a lot of treats to entice her with.  But, my boss was strict, so at the end of the day, I had to bike back to the main location, and close up shop and HOPE she hadn’t run away by time I got back.

Of course, she was no where to be seen.  I was calling for her, and had my treats and cat food, when a security guard came over and asked if I was looking for that kitten… someone had just called animal control on it, and in the time it took me to get back, she had been picked up.

Again, determination to rescue this cat myself.  Most people, if they get a non socialized cat, aren’t willing to put forth the proper effort to rehabilitate them.  Most people want a regular, happy kitten who will play rather than hide, and who won’t just be delegated as “the outdoor cat” (a VERY unhealthy lifestyle for a cat!!)

So, I then started calling up every single animal control office in San Francisco, detailing the kitten until I figured out which branch she was being kept in.  They agreed with me that she was DEFINITELY feral, and needed to be fostered for a long time or else homed somewhere where her needs were taken care of.  So, I made an appointment to meet with someone to pick the kitten up and… they stopped returning my phone calls after a couple of days!  I was worried for the kitten, and had to call up the animal control, and found out that there had been a misunderstanding.  The woman who CALLED animal control called in asking about the kitten and they thought we were the same person, and she had absolutely NO interest in rehabilitating the cat, so they thought I was a bad fit.  I had to then reassure them I would take care of her, and within a few more days, I had the most unsocialized kitten I had ever dealt with living at home with me.

I had to board up every last little hole in my whole room so she had nowhere to disappear to, and was forced to sort of mingle.  I had beds for her to hide in, but I didn’t want her to live under the bed (all she wanted).  I spent literally MONTHS of every day after work spending an hour playing with her, and getting her to come closer and closer to my legs.  And then closer and closer to my body.  I would sometimes just lie on my stomach doing homework with treats on various parts of my body so she had to climb on me to get them.  Finally got her trusting everything EXCEPT faces, so I had to sit with a treat on my nose.  I had to assure her I wasn’t going to eat her :p

This whole time we also kept her to one small room, as a roommate had a mini doxen, and we wanted to give her a calm atmosphere to be domesticated in.  I think because of this, she super bonded towards me (but noooo one else).  Her first few times downstairs, she literally hissed every time she slipped, or stumbled.  The world was mean and possibly out to get her.  Despite that, she actually made friends with the mini doxen, and it was the firs thing, other than me and food, that she liked!

When I got laid off from that bike job just before Christmas, I had to drive home to stay with my parents for a month, and unfortunately for Pandora, had to take her with me.  The trip was THE WORST for her… but the stay was probably really good for her.  My mom had 2 other cats, and a house full of cat lovers who were very kind and understanding of Pandora’s quirks… and she got used to more cat people than just me.  When we made it home around January, and she had calmed down considerably.  She met me at the door, and would even visit me on her own terms several times a day.  Any stranger came over and she was gone, though!!

Fast forward a few years.  Roommates are the worst.  She had been getting super friendly towards almost everyone when I had a transexual woman move in who’s hormones were REALLY messing with her. S he would be stable one day, and completely nuts the next, and she took this out on Pandora.  She even one day picked Pandora up and threw her right into a wall (that we know of.  Probably more).  Yes, we certainly kicked that roommate out, but almost all the progress I made with Pandora VANISHED.  We couldn’t get her out from under the bed, and she didn’t want to see anyone other than me and my black roommate who she adored. On that note, funny things… cats stereotype.  Pandora had only ever met the one black person, and one day my roommate had had friend visiting who also was black.  Pandora came right up to rub on the girl, and the second the girl turned around, Pandora FREAKED OUT! “THIS IS NOT MY ROOMMATE!” and rushed upstairs to hide.  Silly kitty.

So, it took yet another couple of years of finally getting a stable household to get her back to the level she was at before.  She is a fantastic cat, even if she’s a hater of everything.  She visits me and crushes me with her 15 pound tummy every night, and she follows me everywhere to rub on my feets.  She even likes Nikolai now! (though, she was deeply offended when he first moved in, like “WHO ARE YOU I AM THE ONLY ONE MOM LIVES WITH!”)

Anyway, we jokingly call her our red-headed stepchild because of how infrequently we talk about her.  It’s not that we don’t love her, we do, but we’ve found through time that she’s FAR happier if we treat her space with respect, and only interact when she tells us she’s ready.  She’ll hang out in the same room, but has no interest in being pet or approached the whole day, and normally only likes to visit at night or the evenings (or when we have treats.)  We even joke that we stopped feeding her!  She’s gotten so fat because the sphynxes eat three times as much food as her, and she spends all day snitching their food, so we had to take her separate bowl away in an attempt to keep her a LITTLE thinner.

She’s catty.  There is no way she’ll be out on a leash enjoying life like my sphynxes.  She actually ONLY likes Archimedes and her and Gandalf have unfinished business with each other and constantly duke it out when they decide they both want to be in the same place.  We sometimes have to separate them, because if Gandalf gets bored, she’ll purposely run over and terrorize Pandora, and if Pandora is bored, she’ll try and pin and crush Gandalf (who is 7 pounds).  Jerks.

Anyway, just a post to share the story of my fur baby who I never talk about and who some of you have never heard of :)!
Also, I get to share her brand new fancy collar in the bottom image!

And in case you’re curious, her ACTUAL coloration is called a white pointed, brown spotted tortoiseshell tabby (or tortie).

So that’s how Pandora turned out! I’ve been kind of curious about how she’d been doing lately :D

APE purchase missplaced


So someone bought something from me, and then told me they would browse and come back later.
Thing was that they didn’t… oops!

So, I have an item with no real contact info I’d like to get to the purchaser.
If it was YOU, contact me with your contact info, what the item was, and when you bought it (roughly) and I’ll quote you shipping costs to get it to you.

(sorry about being vague… security reasons!)

"you & i — we always plan things perfectly."
"you & i — we always plan things perfectly."









A young gay dragon being forced to explain to his dad why he’s only kidnapping princes

A young gay prince having to explain to his dad how he keeps managing to get kidnapped by the same dragon, over and over.


so does the dragon shapeshift or are 100,000+ people really okay with a dragon a human doing the do

People want to fuck dragons this isn’t a new phenomenon

#if a donkey can fuck a dragon then why can’t i