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Welp, I'm opening character commissions again now that Inktober 2020 is over (and was a resounding success this year, too!). Still got the drawing bug, so why not take advantage of it? All art will be done with Faber-Castell ink pens for lineart, and a combination of Prismacolor and Copics for coloring. Prices are as follows: Lineart (bust) : $10 Lineart (full body) : $15 Example: Full color (bust) : $20 Full color (body) : $25 Example: I've got some time to kill during my lunch break, so if you'd like some art and can part with a couple of bucks here and there, I'll hook you up with something nice. You can reply here or shoot me a Note.  I can probably handle about 3 at the moment, but I may be open for more depending on the workload.

So back in 2016, I started a comic commission for my buddy @ranasan and I can say, with great pride and satisfaction, that it is complete and being posted online as we speak! This is one crazy space romp starring the titular Sleipnir, an 8-legged alien horse from Jupiter, and the lucky (or perhaps unlucky?) Williams family of Austin, TX as their worlds literally intertwine as more alien monsters and crazy military personnel are out for their hides. The Williams family is made up of Clint, a literal rocket scientist (with a *slight* temper problem when it comes to others, especially his father); Jessica, Clint's younger sister, horse expert, and enthusiastic farmhand at the Williams farm; and David, Jessica and Clint's widowed father and owner of the Williams Ranch (also with a *slight* temper problem when it comes to his son). Once Sleipnir lands on Earth, lots of things start to kick off. For one thing, it gets the attention of the bloodthirsty General Kincaid, as well as the

Foreword:For the last 7 or so months, I joined the movement against the notorious Nads6969 .  If you've been living under a rock, Nads6969 is/was a middle-aged woman who loved Sailor Moon but couldn't draw worth a damn so she traced damn near everything she had in her gallery.  When confronted, she would either begrudgingly credit the artists of the work she traced, or ignore entreaties to post credit and block the people asking her to be a decent human being.  When faced with the choice of "stop tracing" or "start crediting your shit," she chose the third option of "continue being a talentless C U Next Tuesday, keep tracing, never credit...