
Bearing, obviously, no relation to this guy.
Learn from my mistakes.




A portrait of me, as a pony. Or whatever the Pony version of a Care Bear Cousin is, anyway. Done for as a requirement for joining the Black Hat Collective, which i'm pretty sure counts as hazing.

the trunk grows as he sleeps. if he sleeps too long, the trunk might take up all the space in the world.
This monster is very concerned about the safety of the candles. he feels a great responsibility for them.
so resentful. look at that sour face and those grabby hands. i wouldn't like to be grabbed by those hands, heck.
His eyeballs are always aging and falling off and new ones are growing in. I'm super tired, and I didn't finish rendering this because shut up.
