[Art] Dyeing a Reborn Kit

Oops haven’t posted here for a few days, I need to get busy writing again. I’m also going to be drawing more of my Flight Rising dragons soon after the Ice holiday.

I’d been meaning to try dyeing a vinyl reborn kit for a while. I am mostly interested in making fantasy babies, such as elves or aliens. There really aren’t a whole lot out there. I used RIT Synthetic in Kentucky Sky, and I am really pleased with the results!


Before dye


Into the pot!


Bright blue (and cat supervision)

I have a small set of heat-set paints, but they are meant for white/peach skin tones so they wouldn’t be suitable for a blue baby. I am going to try doing regular acrylic and sealing with MSC.


[Art] Werewolf – Little Cloud

Another NPC from our Werewolf game, this is Little Cloud. She was found by Tess’s family on their sheep ranch just after her first change. The pack needs to teach her how to be a werewolf!


[Art] Garou – Riddle-Speaker

Quick doodle of our local Pumonca (were-puma) in our Old West Werewolf game. She’s become a favorite NPC among our pack!


[Art] Happy Birthday Dad!

It’s two days early, but my Dad doesn’t visit this site so I can post it here now!

Just a little picture of my siblings and I with him, he liked to take us camping when we were younger.


[Art] FR Commissions

Some art I did for someone on Flight Rising! I love this character, she reminds me of a blue jay – they are my favorite birds.



[Art/Story] Character of the Week – Shenandoah

[[ Shenandoah is a very old character of mine, dating back to around 1996 or 1997.  Originally she was made for an RP based on Balto (DON’T JUDGE ME) so she was living in a little town in Alaska, after her owner moved from Seattle to open a dress shop. Later on she became something of a personal avatar, and I have a lot of art of her representing me. It was really fun to draw her again, I’ve missed her! ]]


Shenandoah knew that their new home would be different; since her human started packing everything into boxes, she could sense the air of excitement around the house. All of her human’s clothes and belongings, all of her fabric and mannequins and sewing things went into the boxes, along with her vases and dishes, the furniture wrapped up in cloth. Shenandoah investigated all of these new things thoroughly, sniffing around them and exploring beneath the drapes of fabric. Her human laughed and ruffled her ears. One day a lot of men came and took all of the boxes away, this worried Shenandoah because they were her human’s things, and she barked in protest. But her human stroked her head and told her it would be all right, so she had to trust that it would be. Later that day, her human put the leash around her neck and they went in a carriage to the docks. Shenandoah was eager to sniff everything there; while she’d smelled the sea from afar she had never been so close and there were exciting smells everywhere. But her human gently tugged on the leash and she followed obediently onto the boat. She was put into a dark crate filled with straw, with a little bowl of water. But then the crate was closed behind her and it was dark and frightening. Shenandoah barked and cried, scratching at the wooden walls around her, but no one came. She curled up, trembling, with her tail over her nose and tried to sleep but it was much too scary. The floor beneath her rocked and swayed, and she could smell all sorts of strange things in the other boxes. She did not know how long she was there, but relief flooded over her once the crate was opened again and her human stood there before her. Shenandoah leapt up happily and licked her human, grateful that she had been rescued from that terrible dark place.

She noticed right away that it smelled different — the ground and plants smelled different, and there were many more dogs around. There had been dogs in their old city too, she often smelled their marks while they walked on the streets. But here they were everywhere, lounging beside buildings, watching her warily. The look of them frightened her a little, they looked rough and ragged, as if they had not been brushed for ages. Many had scars crossing their muzzles, and their eyes looked hard and bright. Shenandoah watched them from afar, sitting on her haunches, as the man carried all of the crates into their new home. After she was certain that her human didn’t need any help, Shenandoah ventured out into the evening to explore. Though she thought it was late, the sun still hung in the dusky sky. This was puzzling, but Shenandoah accepted it as just another different thing here. There were hardly any trees, nor grass, instead a sort of plant that clung close to the ground. Much of the town was muddy, and there were wooden walkways to travel along. The town as a whole seemed much smaller than their old city; there were only a few roads and it didn’t take her long to make her way along all of them.

Some of the strange dogs approached her, their hackles raised and their lips pulled back into savage snarls. She tried to introduce herself, but could only manage a frightened little yelp as they nosed rudely at her. She fled, her tail tucked under herself, squeezing under one of the nearby buildings. Shenandoah crouched in the dark place, trying to will herself not to tremble. She didn’t like this new place! But her human had brought her here, and there had to be some reason. Dogs couldn’t always understand what humans did, she had learned that already. Her ears perked at the sound of the other dogs scuffling nearby — were they going to follow her under here? They were all larger than her, bigger dogs than she’d seen before. Back in the city, most dogs had been smaller than her, but here she felt like a tiny pup. She began to whimper again, remembering the friendly dogs along their walking route. The little black one with the pointed ears, the one with long hair that covered her eyes, the long one with the always wagging tail. Why weren’t there any dogs like that here? They seemed wild and savage, all gleaming eyes and fangs.

Shenandoah realized once her initial fear had passed that she was not alone in her hiding place. In the far corner, a shadowed shape moved and began to draw nearer — she could smell that it was a dog, but it was far larger than any dog should be. Cautiously, she showed her teeth — though she had never bitten anyone, she would defend herself if it came to that.

“I do not mean to hurt you,” said the dog. His voice was deep and rumbly, but his face was kind. She believed him, and relaxed a little, trying to get a closer sniff of him.

“You are new here?” he asked. His fur was long and plush, brown with a white stripe down the center of his face. His ears and jowls were long and drooped down around his face.

Shenandoah nodded. Was it that obvious? Of course it was. She didn’t belong here, and anyone could see that.

The big dog settled down onto his belly, his massive front paws stretched out in front of him. He looked out between the boards and saw that the other dogs had left in search of some other prey.

“Who are they?” Shenandoh whispered.

“Sled dogs,” the big dog explained. “Humans use them to pull things over the snow. They aren’t like you.”

Shenandoah frowned, her ears dipping backward briefly. “What does that mean?”

“You have a human, yes?” His dark eyes studied her with a hint of humor.

She nodded.

“You live inside a house?”

She nodded again.

“They don’t. They are given food, but otherwise they look after themselves. They have a hard life. You can’t really blame them.”

Shenandoah regarded the other dog suspiciously. “What about you?”

He smiled, his tongue lolling over his massive jaws. “I’m a house dog now, like you. But I worked when I was younger. I pulled things too, but heavy things. Usually things from the grocery. Too old for that now.”

“Oh,” said Shenandoah. He wasn’t so bad. Perhaps the other dogs would be too, once they were older.

“Please don’t think ill of all of us,” said the big dog. “There are many who are kind and friendly. And some who look fierce but are only trying to protect themselves. I’ll show you around.”

Her ears perked up. “Oh, would you?”

“Of course.” The big dog exhaled a heavy sigh as he got to his paws. “I’m Bruno. What’s your name?”

“Shenandoah,” she said, her tail wagging over her haunches. “Or just Shen, that’s what my human says most of the time.”

Bruno nodded. “Come along, Shen. I’ll give you the tour.”

[Art] New RedBubble Collection

I have added a new collection to my RedBubble shop, of cryptids including Bigfoot and a jackalope! I will most likely be adding more in the near future. Check it out if you need some chupacabra stickers (or mugs, or shirts) in your life.