Idk why I always feel the urge to play around with color schemes whenever I draw Mami
Pink Lemonade courtesy of color-palettes

i decided to do a redraw of this piece. original above is from 2012, here’s the 2023 version

Idk why I always feel the urge to play around with color schemes whenever I draw Mami
Pink Lemonade courtesy of color-palettes

i decided to do a redraw of this piece. original above is from 2012, here’s the 2023 version
So basically if you make most creatures a size they’re usually not it is wrong in some way. A kobold or maybe even a funny doggy the size a building is just too much. Sure there are instances of it happening but it’s rare and a source of much wonder confusion for how that happened. Now a dragon. You can basically make a dragon any size you want and it still makes sense. Is it 1 building big? That’s normal. Bigger than a small moon? That’s nature baby. A mere 3 grapes tall? Well that little critter makes an awful lot of sense now doesn’t it? This is because basically dragons are like fish. you wouldn’t dare tell a fish what it can and cant do,that would be absurd. the fish woudlnt even hear you because it is too busy chowing down on an delectable detritus it found. and dont even think of saying that to the dragon cause baby, the dragon is the fish’s diner buddy and it’s chewing louder than a lawn mower caught over a rock! you really should join in you know,its rude to stare
why is this getting notes
because its true
Dragon, like fish, is a nonsense term that doesnt ACTUALLY mean anything, which is why theyre both able to be anything!
that poll going around asking how often you smoke weed and almost a third of ppl saying they’ve never smoked before, and that poll that revealed that over a third of tumblr users have never kissed anyone before, proves to me that stoners who have gay sex are a small but imperative part of the tumblr ecosystem. Keystone species
sometimes when the hour is right and the last cold sunbeams filter through candy-sweet cumulonimbus
i can SEE it
and that was enough for a while
but the moment passes and cool and sweet so fast that you never expect it turns cold and cloying and sticks to your tongue and it becomes clearer and clearer that unless we reach out to claw and grasp so tightly we burn from it
it’s not enough until you can hold it