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Sylvia M.F. Drake
@junkyard-wizardry.bsky.social
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I'm just some Goop in the shape of the coolest clown you'll ever meet :3c

I make comics! They're tastefully trashy and a touch crass! But they're always fun!! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

(I try to stay *mostly* clean, but this is decidedly an 18+ space, so be warned!!)
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Oh hey I'm alive. Have a poast. From me! Happy #makeaterriblecomicday2025 to all who observe!
A terrible 4 panel comic. Panel 1, a sketched woman stands alone, cracking her knuckles, saying: "4 panels and a dream. no thoughts. just art. ALL TERRIBLE. Let's do this." Panel 2, the woman bears a smug expression, and says: "besides... heh... who needs a punchline when you can draw smug faces-" but is cut off by a purple figure stepping into frame, saying "yo check out my Ourple!" Panel 3, woman blankly stares at purple, who stands there delightfully clasping its hands as it emits purple sparkles. Panel 4, woman is now purple as well, and both figures stand cheerfully and sparkling. At the bottom, a caption reads, "author's note: * (a purple sparkle) were actually contagious spores" There is no moral to this tragedy. Just senseless purple.
June 25, 2025 at 12:19 AM
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Hmm... I feel kinda funny tonight, for some reason...
A block of text looms over an inkblot, who stops its doodling to examine the floating omen. The block is white text on a black background with a blue border, reading: "WHAT A HORRIBLE NIGHT TO HAVE A CURSE." (taken from Castlevania 2) The inkblot (my artsona) wears a loose red button-down shirt, has translucent globs for "hair", and is otherwise entirely a pile of black goop. It has one arm reached forwards, sticking onto the open page of a sketchbook. It leans its head back to look up, and utters "Whuzzat?" A large pink mushroom cloud explosion, with a red outline and flecks of blue. The blast is accompanied by some onomatopoeia; "honk-KABOOM!!!!!!!!!!" (The honk and exclamation points are outside the blast, while the KABOOM occupies the rounded upper portion of the cloud. Where once there was an inkblot, now sits a clown; still the same person (me), with a different face. The clown wears a blue shirt with white and red patterns, and a tiny purple cone hat. Her hair is red, long and curly; her lips are blue, as are her eyebrows; its eyes are classic rubberhose-pacman-dots; its cheeks are adorned with red-and-blue spirals; and of course, she has a big red nose. Her hand is still outstretched onto the page. She muses aloud: "Oh yeeeeaaahh...", and mutters without a speech bubble: "how'd I forget about that?" (Note: the "O" in "Oh" is also a clown nose) Also, thank you for reading the alt text! :+)
April 1, 2025 at 7:00 AM
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Merry #sapphicsunday to all who observe! Sometimes, Love can be a candycane supervillainess, her wereshark big brute butch henchman, 4 stories between them, and 400 pounds of steel rapidly closing the distance <3
A romantic scene between Pepper A. Stardropp and Captain Shank. Pepper is a plump woman wearing a delightedly cheery expression, with "leather" (licorice) boots and gloves, a bowler hat, and a meandering plume of frosting hair. She stands on a fire escape, 3 floors above ground level. (So, the 4th floor.) On the ground, Shanky waits perfectly still below her; the Captain is large, nearly double Pepper's size, with a frumpy bulk of coat layered over her hunched form— which is still tall enough to put her eyeline next to the first tier of the fire escape. She has an eyepatch over one eye, a beanie plopped over her ratty nest of hair, and an underbite displaying a row of her pointed shark-teeth. Pepper is perched in a dancerly pose, one leg kicking up behind her in glee, as she releases her grip and sends an anvil plummeting down. A round heart floats out from her, signaling the love which with she acts. The anvil is mid-flight, set to land squarely upon Shank's head. She looks up at her boss, not caring a bit about the imminent concussion, and can't help but emit a little heart of her own (though hers is much more jagged and angular than Pepper's). Her expression and posture are slack in gormless admiration, and she bears a wide grin and a sighing gaze. She hardly sees the anvil at all. All she cares about seeing right now is the joy on Pepper's face.
March 31, 2025 at 1:40 AM
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OOOOO this is one of my favorite cards!! Mostly because of my addiction to Cascade.

Also, I'd be remiss if I didn't use this as an excuse to bring up the original art, featuring The Numbskull Triplets!!!
Behold them, in all their bald, stupid, belligerent glory. Please :3
a Magic: The Gathering card; Violent Outburst, as its first printing in Alara Reborn, #63. The art depicts three alien-lookin' (vedalken?????) fellas whom I have lovingly dubbed The Numbskull Triplets. The frontmost (and shortest) of the trio brandishes an ornate blade and a sneer that wants so badly to be a grin. The remaining two chumps stand behind to either side, each failing their own attempts at a menacing scowl. Art by Richard Whitters. The rules text of the card itself: "Cascade. Creatures you control get +1/+0 until end of turn."
February 24, 2025 at 11:44 AM
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couldn't get this idea outta my head, so. mulched it into practice for the day. here ya go, boss ^_^
Nishiki tied up on a conveyor belt leading into a big, complex, whimsical machine labeled "GEND-TRANSER-A-TRONIC KIWAMI". He struggles as he trudges in, furiously shouting; "-and I'm going to make SURE you REGRET this for THE REST of your LIFE!!! Do you even KNOW who I AM?!?!?! I POINT MY FINGER, AND PEOPLE GO BANKRUPT!!!!!!! I'LL RUIN YOUR LIFE WITHOUT EVEN HAVING TO LEARN YOUR NAME, YOU SICK FREAAAAAAAAAAAIIIEEEE-", which turns scarlet-orange as it transitions from speech to screech. Nishiki exits the other end of the contraption with a ceremonious *Ding!* visibly unchanged, save for the fact that he is no longer thrashing. His screams diminish into a trail of ellipses; "EEEEIIIIIIIIiiiiii... . . . . . " the same panel as the previous one, except Nishiki's speech bubble is rounder, smaller, and more intimately closer to himself. A soft haze of pink and blue radiates from him. His one word of utterance is soft and small, engulfed in the negative of the speech bubble itself; "...Oh." two scenes, split by a wall of dialog. On the left, Nishiki is being cut out of the ropes by Bob Utsunomiya, who holds a cell phone to his ear. On the right, Kiryu is riding a merry-go-round, his soulful eyes shimmering in childlike wonder, though his brow and jawline remain chiseled by grit and tragedy. In a separate pose below that, is a closeup of his face, eyes closed and fingers cupping his chin, lost deep in thought. Transcript: Kiryu (18pt impact font): "Moshi moshi, Kiryu desu." Nishiki (16pt Beleren2016 font): "Hello, Kiryu, I'm so sorry to borrow you, but do you still have the number for the doctor who removed your breasts? And, uh, could he do the opposite? You see..." Kiryu, thinking to himself: "It seems that Nishiki's egg has finally cracked... good for her. Maybe I could take her old suits, and give them to Rina..."
February 6, 2025 at 9:36 AM
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A merry end to a lovely #hourlycomicsday indeed~
(Or #hourlycomicday, I've seen both tags floatin' around)
[Featuring another Mr. Bones cameo!!!]
8:00 / a DAMN good food coma sets in (I'm asleep again, though this time, my goo puddle style of sleeping has a noticeable and comically large blob towards the middle/right. My sleepy Z's are arranged in the shape of a smile.) 9:00 +10:00 / Begin evening activities! (A wide shot of me unspooling into multiple tendrils of ink, multitasking between: turning on my computer [by tilting it on its side to hit the power button directly on the exposed motherboard] by my desk, unsubmerging my drawing tablet, putting on headphones, preparing a bowl with Mr Bones[!!!], and doing the sketch itself. I'm smoking another pencil.) (Side note: I'm sincerely proud with how this drawing turned out!!) 11:00 until Midnight:/ all's well that ends well (A closeup of my gorgeous goopy mug, grinning, headphones on, holding a plate. My sludge trails into a text box and drips into the text itself, which reads: Mom made shortbread. She's been trynna get a good recipe, I think she's solved it this time. Havin' fun on my 'Puter. Today was real nice. ^v^ ) ~~Thank you for reading!!~~ [End]
February 2, 2025 at 8:00 AM
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It's been a busy day for a blot around town!!! ^_^
3:00 / burger or whatever IDK it's not the important part (A loose sketch of a plate of burger & onion rings, and a glass of water with a straw) 4:00–6:30 / a(n inkblot) lady doesn't kiss & tell! (A self portrait looking as smug as (in)humanly possible, one hand cheekily held up with a limp wrist by my head. I'm smoking a pencil, and the billowing plume of graphite "smoke" forms a heart above my head) 7:00 / (A very loose, and uncharacteristically plain, self portrait, talking in two speach bubbles; "Spaghetti dinner, w/ the family." "Oh, and I delivered those lotto tickets.")
February 2, 2025 at 3:25 AM
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Next batch. Chillin. Vibin, even.
12:00 / damn that hour went fast (Me holdin a bowl of cereal and a spoon. I declare: "I'm eatin' cereal ^_^") ~1:00 / goo girl gotta go gamble (I slink over to my car, Junebug <3 and click her open. She chirps out a "bip bip!" A slight trail follows me. I'm saying: "ma & abue want their lotto tickets" "& I want lunch") 2:20 / Denny's(tm) (A more detailed scene of me in the back corner booth of a restaurant, writing in the sketchbook. The writing: "Waitin' to meet some1—possibly for a date?? Unsure, but optimistic")
February 1, 2025 at 10:46 PM
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Hourly Comics Day! (That's this one! This day! Today!!)
#HourlyComicsDay
Having a 'sona I feel euphoric with is gonna make it easier to stick with the objective this time around. I'm already past my record!!!
My lil sketchbook held in my goopy hand. Three sketches: 12:somethin' / Feb 1st, 2025/ Hourly Comics Day (A doodle of me at my computer, a pensive finger to my chin) "Wait, does this start after waking up or at midnight?" "better do one just to be safe" 1:00 exactly / multitasking (A sketch of me sketching this very sketch into my sketchbook, while in my other "hand", I tinker with some objects. Several labels are strewn about the image: [this very sketchbook], [meee :3], [my faithful buddy Mr. Bones], ["leafy greens*"], [* ;3]) ~2:05 / heeheehoohoo nice things were said abt fanart I did!! Yippeeeeee!!!!!!! ...& then I did a sleep (A pic of me splashing about in excitement, then one of me collapsing into a puddle with a couple stuffies hanging out, accompanied by a sleeping expression and a trail of Z's 3 more sketches ??:?? (Me sleeping in puddle forme, musing aloud "...am I awake?" A head emerges and a pseudopod produces a phone from nowhere. The phone says 8:08. I re-collapse and say "lmao no") 10:whatever (My sleep puddle starts to rouse and my head coalesces with a wiggle. "almost but not quite") 11:10 (I get up and start to shape back into a pile rather than a pool. "ok fine" I mutter, reaching a tendril towards a mannequin torso w/arms and a wheel base, which is wearing a floral button-down shirt. One quick wardrobe change later, I'm glopped onto the mannequin and am wearing the shirt. I still look half-dead. "I'm "awake"," I declare to myself, in a halfhearted attempt to believe it.)
February 1, 2025 at 7:51 PM
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It is the sworn duty of every younger sibling to infuriate their elders. To that end, Ginger has gotten pretty damn good at impressions— especially those of dear, sweet Pepper. And yes, she LOATHES every second of it. >:3
A single scene split into two strips; one of a wall of dialog and a close-up, the other a wide shot of the scene as a whole. The close-up shows an exaggerated cookie caricature of Pepper Stardropp, standing on a coaster, doing the "Keep On Truckin'" pose. In an embellished handwriting, her dialog reads: "DOOOhohoHO! Helloooo!! I'm Pepper! & I "Fluff my Marshmallow" to the Milgram Experiment documentary!! PLEASE tell me how COOL I am!!!!" The speech bubble connects at two points to both the close-up and wide-shot of the Pepper Parody. In the wide, from left to right, we see Mack the Roach, Ginger, the Parody, and Pepper, all of whom are sitting at or standing on a bar countertop. Mack is howling with laughter, which fills the background of the scene with a chorus of "JAJAJA"s. He pounds the table with one arm, clutches his head with another, and has his lower pair hugging his chest. Ginger stands with all the dainty etiquette of a maid, not quite taking credit for the show being put on, but viciously sneering in revelry. The Parody now stands feet together, arms thrown up in announcement. Pepper sits and seethes, a scowl crept across her face and eyes dark with disdain. She thinks to herself: "You little shit, you KNOW I've moved on to Roko' Basilisk" An isolated picture of The Parody's closeup. We can see her hair is made of lumped-on spirals, rather than Pepper's more naturally-flowing pipes of frosting. Her eyes are pointing opposite directions, and her cheeks are blunt semicircles. Everything else is accurate to Pepper's true design, albeit with less attention to detail and cheated proportions. The coaster is the same shade of green as Ginger's outfits. An isolated picture of the wide shot. See image 1 of the set for a description; nothing changes between it and this, and there is little to no need for elaboration. A close-up on Pepper. She wears her ringmaster outfit, though lacking the bowler hat which completes it. Her brow is heavy and furrowed, and her scowl digs into her cheek. The usual spirals of her eyes are now straightened and focused, and a white highlight rings around red makeshift pupils. The alternating stripes of red and purple are meant to resemble a radiation hazard warning symbol, though the effect may be lost or muddled due to the angle of her gaze cutting off a side of the shape.
January 21, 2025 at 9:21 PM
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Every boss needs their assistant, the jelly to their peanut butter... the Tonic to their Gin. Let's give a round of applause to the greatest administrative assistant / stenographer in confectionery evil: Tonica Bluinsky!! :^)
Ginger, wearing a pressed green suit and a more masculine face/hairdo, sits at a desk. The desk is a repurposed cigar humidor, and his chair a wallet. Ginger adjusts his seating to be upright, pushing himself away with both arms and leaning back into the chair, to make room. He looks downwards lazily, with a presidential ambivalence. A small indication of some unspecified blue shape rest near Ginger's lap. He speaks in three connected green bubbles: "You'll need to talk to my assistant," "Tonica Bluinsky." (written in blue) "Tonica?" Tonica emerges from below the desk, snapping to attention right on cue. She is another gingerbread cookie, though with a more traditional rounded head instead of Ginger's current caricature-esque jawline and cheekbones. She has a large spiral pompadour, bright eyes, flush cheeks, a blue blouse with puffed shoulders, and an orange tie. She has some green icing around her mouth and lips, which she casually wipes away with a free hand. Her other arm is politely folded in front of herself. Ginger looks at her fondly, turning his right arm inward for comfort and gesturing towards the PoV with his left. They speak, with Tonica's two bubbles flanking Ginger's one: (Note: all Tonica dialog is written in brushed blue lettering) T: "Yes, Sir?" G: "Be a dear and humor this clod until security gets here, please?" T: "Under-stood, Sir 💙"
January 19, 2025 at 9:00 PM
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The best part about being the braincell-holder of a hivemind is being able to pass it off to some other sucker! Go from boss to bimbo in one easy step!
(1/4) a four-panel sketched comic strip depicting Ginger and an unnamed shortbread doll; Ginger is slouched and exhausted, her green frosting hair melting and her cookie body crumbling, leaving a trail of droplets and crumbs as she goes. She puts one hand to her mouth and calls out to the doll, who gleefully dances over. The doll has purple hair in pigtails, high heels, basic underwear, and a foil bra with strips of paper as tassels. Dialog: Ginger (to self, unbubbled): Ah, jeez, I'm not gonna make it another hour... Ginger (to doll): {'EY, YOU! DOLLFACE!} (Get Yer Sweet Ass Over Here!) Doll: teehee! (Comin', Bawss!~) (2/4) ginger takes off her highlighter-green glasses and hands them to the doll, who accept them with both hands. Ginger is dripping more frosting onto the floor, her eyes narrowed to the point of shutting, and she radiates short vertical lines to indicate a glum mood. The doll stands on one leg, the other curled up behind herself, and she emits sparkles of youthful vigor and joy. Dialog: Ginger: [Wear these.] Doll: (Okayy <3 ) (3/4) as the doll begins to don the glasses, her hair shifts color to blue. She stands upright, her mouth has lost the vacant smile it used to wear, and her eyes are wide with realization of her sudden mental capacity. Ginger's slouch has reversed directions, as she now limply hangs backwards, her legs buckling inward. More frosting drips off from her, and with it, the hue in her hair drains away. Her eyes are groggily semi-open, a warbly smile begins to creep onto her lips, and she is surrounded by little spirals and bubble pops to indicate her newfound empty-headedness. Dialog: Awakened Doll: (...Damnit, I'm on Ginger duty AGAIN?) Empty Ginger: eeeeeehehehehe The doll stands straight, her hair having finished turning green, as she assumes her role as Ginger. (She is now the New Ginger, and will be henceforth referred to as such.) With her eyes closed in businesslike ambivalence, she folds one arm behind her back and uses her free hand to shoo away the other doll, the one that used to be Ginger. The Ex-Ginger doll skips away cheerfully, arms thrown out in celebration. She leans back at a roughly 45 degree angle in her trot. Dialog: New Ginger: *sigh*... fine. (Table 5 needs a snack. Go get 'em, dollface.) Ex-Ginger: (Yayy <3 )
January 17, 2025 at 9:09 PM
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BREAKING NEWS: Ginger B. Stardropp, owner of Ginger's Gourmet Cabaret, has been spotted littering banana peels around the city and attempting to goad people into stepping on them. Please don't give her the satisfaction of falling for it. She'll never shut up about it.
#MyArt #MyOCs #StardroppSisters
A mugshot featuring three cookies on a stool: Ginger B. Stardropp in the top/center, Tonica Bluinsky on the left, and both halves of Peanut Smoochems on the right. The usual placard is obscured by a banner being held by the two lesser cookies, which reads: [Ginger "BitchBitchBitchBitchBitchBitchBitchCunt- -FuckerBitchTittyCocksuckerBiiitch!!!" Stardropp esq.] Ginger is a gingerbread cookie with four large curls of lime/green/white frosting hair (two larger on top and two smaller on the sides), candy glasses, a puffy green maid dress, white gloves, and black shoes with metal heels/tips. She stands atop the placard with exaggeratedly rigid posture, one foot holding down part of Peanut's skirt, with her right arm behind her back and her left raised as though to check her nails. She is not looking at her nails, however; her gaze is fixated towards the viewer, with a sly grin and the smugest expression physically possible in her eyes. There appear to be some crumbs on her glove. Tonica is a shortbread cookie with a blue pompadour, white icing "lipstick", an orange tie, a blue blouse with foil wrapping on her rack, white gloves, no pants, blue high heels, and a waffle pattern on her legs mimicking fishnets. She stands with one leg propped up against the placard, with her free hand coyly covering her mouth, as she looks up at Ginger with admiration. Peanut has been snapped in half, her legs still seated and crossed atop the placard and her torso-rubble piled beneath. She has pink stockings and red heels, a brown pleated skirt, purple hair, white gloves, and red foil-wrapped chocolate droplet candies for breasts. Her face is shattered, half shellshocked in disbelief and half weeping in rapturous ecstacy. Her arms still strive to hold the banner like a sugary Atlas. Her chocolate tits are melting, and her tassles- green strips of paper with "Ginger's" written on them- float crumpled in the sweet mess. Don't worry, she likes this. A LOT. Various misc. doodles of Ginger. Left to right: -Ginger sprints to the left, her legs a flurry of zooming shapes. Her expression is haughty, and she puffs up her hair as she scuttles along. -Ginger standing straight up with an indignant expression. Her hands are stuck to her sides, balled into fists, quaking with anger. She emits a single "hmph!" -Ginger throwing her head back in laughter, stance wide, knees out, arms curling up. She cackles an evil laugh: "HAA ha ha he ha ha he HA he HAA" -Super Ginger Smoking Weed The Movie -Ginger resting in a teacup like it were a hot tub, arms sprawled around the rim, with a single lime slice covering her entire face. The cup's contents are labeled as coffee, and warmth emanates from the beverage. A group pose with multiple larger shortbread cookies, accompanying a short bio. The pose depicts two Chippendale-style cookies holding a third playbunny-style cookie in a "human" pyramid. The left cookie boy has brown wavy hair and a pencil moustache, while the right has long blonde hair and blue eyes/cheeks. The left one has both hands out for the pose, but one of them holds nothing, and rests uselessly midair. Both have haphazardly misshapen faces and oddly detailed chest muscles. The bunnygirl wears a purple suit, has long red hair, and is holding a platter above her head. Atop the platter stands Ginger, tiny and proud, accompanied by Tonica, attentive and contented. The bio reads as follows: Ginger B. Stardropp -Owner, proprietor, & literally every staff member at Ginger's Gourmet Cabaret -(the one w/glasses "is" Ginger, the rest are her shortbread "dolls") -is allowed to think she's the brains of the operation (really the face (or heart)) -the smugest brat alive. Incurable. -loves getting chased almost as much as getting caught... and... -...LOVES getting eaten. Too Much. -Phenomenal tap dancer!
January 17, 2025 at 1:33 AM
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...But let's be honest, do you really even *need* superpowers when you have a 9-foot-somethin' guard dog of a henchman at your beck and call?
(Re-)introducing Captain Shank! Now with double the size, and double the wrath!!
Pepper sits atop a nondescript box with her legs crossed. She's holding her cane in her right hand. Across from her is some schmuck in a sweater, who is attempting to hold her at gunpoint. Her eyes closed, she brings her free hand to her mouth and coos out a call: "Oh, Captaiin!" (Written in cursive, with the dots on the "i"s and both parts of the exclamation point being replaced by hearts.) The Captain herself instantly appears by her boss's side; Captain Shank takes up the entire frame, even with her neck craned down to glare at her new "client", who just barely reaches her ribcage. She wears baggy pants and enormous-yet-unremarkable boots,a black tank top (which fails to cover her navel and gut), and a jaunty beanie. Her hair is thick, coarse, wildly curled, tangled, and some degree of wet. A toothy grin lurches across her face, her beady slit-eye fixated on her catch of the day. She bellows a hearty, booming "hey." as her left hand shoots out to pop the lil' guy's head like a gashapon capsule. Her thumb alone is as big as his skull. The assailant's shooting arm has begun to go slack from fear, and now floats meekly in front of his chest, the gun limp and aimless in his hand. His eyes are engored with terror, his lip quivers, and beads of sweat are already starting to form. He has realized this is his last moment alive.
January 14, 2025 at 9:52 PM
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Of course, what's a semi-supervillain without a fun shtick—er, I mean superpower? In Pepper's case, she's gotten *scarily* good at harnessing her powers of... "persuasion".

Like it says up top: don't look her too closely in the eyes!!
A two-panel illustrated comic strip, featuring Pepper and a generic human stand-in. The human is wearing sunglasses and a graphic tee (which has a picture of a t-shirt on it). For now, let's refer to this extra character as Nonnie Yah Bizniss, or Nonnie for short. ^_^ Panel 1: Nonnie stands with quirked eyebrows and a single finger partly-raised, interrupted mid-question. Pepper is leaning in to converse with them, her right hand resting on her chest, and her eyes are shut in a display of derisive mirth. Nonnie attempts to speak, but his speech bubble is superceded by Pepper's, as she cuts him off and literally talks over him. Transcript: N: [I think-] P: {Oh, don't worry darling, we'll take care of that ❤️} N: [...what??] Panel 2: the scene is cut into two halves, separated by another of Pepper's speech bubbles. In the top half, Pepper's hand shoots towards Nonnie and grabs their shirt by the collar. In the bottom half, she yanks Nonnie closer, so that their faces are pressed against each other. Nonnie's eyes are now visible and visibly panicked, the corners of his mouth trembling with fear. Pepper's nose is squashed and scrunched a little bit, and her smile grows wild with unbridled mania and malice. Her eyes are opened completely wide, her brow furrowed as it can be without affecting her gaze. The usual peppermint spiral-pattern in her eyes is replaced with a single-line purple-on-pink hypnotic spiral (the only use of color in the piece), which radiates out for about 4 waves. Transcript: P, in cursive: {Look Closely, now!} (Note: the word "Closely" is underlined.)
January 11, 2025 at 8:30 PM
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The unfortunate downside of being a "literal self-made woman": if you start falling apart, *you're* the one who has to stitch (and/or solder) yourself back together...
A small 2-panel comic, illustrated in pencil. Panel 1: Pepper and one of her sisters are standing by a large bank vault door. Her right hand is gripping the handle tightly, and the arm itself has become detached from Pepper's shoulder. Her remaining hand is holding her forehead in frustration, and the right sleeve od her coat is left empty, loose, and flopped down by her side. Blood-like syrup pools around the limb and its former socket of residence, with scattered droplets connecting the two puddles. Though the drawing is too small to see much detail on her face, it's clear Pepper's features are scrunched up and tense. The sister recoils a bit in shock, holding tightly onto Pepper's cane for her. With a speech trail dripping with irritation, Pepper says: "Great. Super!" Panel 2: a shirtless pepper hovers over her desk, atop which lies her severed arm. The arm is skinless now, showing a delicate weaving of muscles over the stump of a candy-cane bone. Her remaining hand wields a soldering iron, primed and ready to work. She squints in focus, glancing over her absent shoulder, still exposed and "bloody"; she's carefully studying a monitor pulled up on another table, which displays a vague depiction of a search engine's image results for human arm muscle diagrams. The room is dim, but made bright by the combined light from the monitor and soldering iron.
January 9, 2025 at 9:11 PM
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If you see this, post how you draw hands!
A close-up on a drawing of a left hand, splayed out palm-up in a gesture, with some motion lines for flavor. A bit of cut-off text can be seen above. A hand slathered in rust-colored blood, holding a shotgun by the foregrip. A pair of disembodied hande; one flicking something away, the other snapping. A large hand, writhing in tense anticipation, swooping towards somebody's head. Said head is about the size of this hand's thumb, and the expression on the face is one of wide-eyed terror, yet slack with doomed acceptance.
January 8, 2025 at 7:07 PM
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BREAKING NEWS: The notorious criminal mastermind Pepper A. Stardropp, ringleader of the insidious Stardropp Sisters, has escaped police custody (once again) and has been seen "gallivanting" across NYC. Stay alert, stay safe, and especially DO NOT look into her eyes.
#myart #myOCs #StardroppSisters
An inked & illustrated portrait of my OC Pepper A. Stardropp, in the style of a mugshot. Pepper is a chubby woman who stands at ~6 ft, with peppermint candies for eyes, twigs of black licorice for eyebrows, a bright red clown-esque nose, glossy ruby lips, red-and-white freckles peppering her entire face, and hair made of piped frosting. She wears a circus ringleader outfit, which includes peppermint shoulder pauldrons with black licorice tassles, a peppermint-patterned bowtie, a black bowler hat, and seemingly-leather gloves with flared cuffs. She is holding a placard against her chest with one hand, and gesturing to it with the other. Her "hair" is parted towards her right (our left), nearly obscuring her respective eye, which is winking. Her smile blends into a sneer on that same side. The placard reads as follows: "N.Y.C. Police Dept. / /Pepper "Ass-Titties-Ass'n'Titties-Ass-/ /-Ass-TittyTitty-Ass'n'Titties" Stardropp" (the bottom row is obscured by Pepper's hand, with some inconsequential numbers partially visible.) Various pencil sketches of Pepper, one of which has been inked and colored. Left to right: -Pepper without her ringleader coat, her top unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up. She leans back on her right food (our left), strutting her left leg forwards. Her thumbs are hooked under her suspenders, and she bears a full, sneering grin. -A closeup of Pepper's head/face, smoking a candy cigar. Her left eyebrow is quirked up on the outer corner, her right eye squinting, and her lips pucker out to hold the stogie. She is not wearing her hat, revealing the pointed tip of her frosting hairdo. There are exactly two words of dialogue: "Whaddup, Toots?" -Two disembodied expressions; the above facing the left of the page, eyes shut and head thrown back in an ojou laugh, her left hand daintily draped over her face. Transcript: "OOOOHOHOHOHOHO". The second expression faces right, and is also a laughing expression. However, this laugh is significantly more distorted and wicked, with the smile alone stretched as big as the entire face of the laugh above. Her tongue starts to point out and folds back in, resembling a candy cane, and her teeth are barred menacingly. She bellows out a singular, hefty "HA!!" -Another headshot, this time a simple open-mouth smile. Her teeth are remarkably normal, with the exception of her upper-left canine, which is red. She speaks in two connected bubbles: "31* all-natural unethically-sourced human teeth!" "*(+1 handcrafted sweet tooth)" A fullbody rendering of Pepper, standing tall and postured with a pink shadow underneath. Her left arm is folded behind her back, and her right grips a literal candy cane. Her expression is sly, as she flashes a knowing smile towards the camera while her eyes remain placidly relaxed. To her right is a swath of bullet-pointed text, with a stylized cursive inscription of her name, "Pepper A. Stardropp," adorning the top of the list. The text below reads: -Most normal-looking of her siblings -Least normal-acting of her siblings -Does enough mind control to make MK Ultra look like a bus stop ad -Literal self-made woman -Would steal candy from a baby and not even eat it, just to make a point
January 8, 2025 at 1:02 AM
junkyard-wizardry.bsky.social
There's other stuff I'm working on first for practice's sake, but my The Dream Project is a little something called "AXEHEAD SAVES THE WORLD!!"

The short version: a guy who won't take off his axbladed helmet tries to be a good person, help his neighbors out, and perform terrible feats of violence!
A sprite (100x100 px) of an original character named Axehead; a shirtless human with sculpted musculature, unremarkable brown pants (with an orange stripe along the side-seams), metal-plated boots, plain leather bracers, and a helmet with a large axe blade at the front. His eyes and eyebrows are visible through the helmet, despite one of them being otherwise obscured by the blade. Axehead is mid-stride; his legs are swung wide in a gallop, arms hoisted up as though lifting pails of water, eyes wild and unfocused, brows furrowed, and leaning back from the speed at which he is apparently sprinting. The sprite itself is not scaled up at all from its original 100x100 dimensions, which results in the pixels getting blurred when zoomed in upon (such as for the image thumbnail).
January 4, 2025 at 4:03 AM
junkyard-wizardry.bsky.social
🦷 If you see this, post something toothy! 🦷
An illustrated mugshot of an original character, who is holding a placard enscribed with her name: Sour EatMyCandyAssAndLikeItYaLoser Stardropp. Sour is a monstrous candy-entity, with rainbow belts of gummy tentacles for limbs (and tongues), a triangular hard-candy-shell head which melts into a softer goo-like texture on her right (audience's left) half, and a sleeves-torn white hoodie under a denim vest (also torn) around what would be her torso. She has three visible rows of fangs, with a set ranging from green/blue/purple in front, followed by a layer of purely purple ones, and finished with a ring of red spikes curled into an aperture by the throat. As with the face as a whole, the teeth on her right (our left) are softer and rounded. A braided mess of tendril-like tongues snake out from her maw at the bottom, lightly obscuring the placard. She has a row of spikes imitating a punk hairstyle; red and sharp at the front, progressively softer and in rainbow order as they go back/down. The placard reads: [N.Y.C. Police Dept. Sour "EatMyCandyAssAnd- -LikeItYaLoser" Stardropp 080524 — no.752694215]
December 18, 2024 at 6:29 AM
junkyard-wizardry.bsky.social
Her name is !? because boss never said nothin' about letters that ain't letters! Her job title is "Hugger Deluxe", and she takes pride in her work. No buddy gets left unsqueezed!!

(3 versions, left to right: on the job, off the clock, and... "overtime")
December 10, 2024 at 12:54 PM
junkyard-wizardry.bsky.social
The Pitiable Straw-man (fool): "Wow, Haze (from Deadlock) is so cool and suave and mysterious... such a classic femme fatale!"

Me, The Smartest Bitch Alive (wise): "Whaut if she was Daffy. Like from Duck?"

Brother. What a way to run a ritual...

#Deadlock #Haze #DaffyDuck
A full sketchbook page containing various studies of Daffy Duck's poses and expressions; some as Daffy himself, some substituting him for Deadlock's Haze. All are in rough 6B pencil, with the exception of a larger pose occupying the bottom-left corner which incorporates highlighters (yellow & orange) and a white gel-pen. A close-up of the highlighted drawing; Haze stooped over in fury, shoulders well above her ears, glaring and pointing ambiguously upwards. Her eyes are wide and wild, and her mouth is stretched open wider than her remaining face, as she screams: "-AND I'VE NEVER BEEN SO HUMILIATED IN ALL MY LIFE!!" With underlining and bolding for emphasis. Other drawings of Haze wearing Daffy's expressions litter the page— in no particular order: a wide grin and shrug, a staunch glare up at profile, a demure bashful smile, a dumbstruck and dread-filled wide-eyed stare, a recline with arms cradling behind the head and knees folded over one another, a smile unintentionally similar to a "pog" face, a strained smile over the shoulder on tiptoes, an unconscious and fallen eyes-closed rest, a pinched snoop forward, and a pair of faces doing Daffy's "Woo-hoo!! Woo-hoo!!" gag. The top half of the sketch page, which primarily focuses on Daffy; fencing, sneaking, flabbergasted, indignant, pouting, resentful, resigned, judgemental, exasperated, and sincere. A couple of these expressions (sincere and resentful) have a Haze version alongside the original. The only standalone image of Haze is on the left of the page, wherein she stands with her left leg propped up and out, hands on her hips, looking sly and delighted with her own handiwork. Three sketches of Haze from the shoulders up. Left to right: -Haze grins maniacly as she lurches forwards, blasting both her guns to the right. -Haze faces left, immediately next to the firing guns. Her arms are folded in pride, as her entire face is blown out of existence, leaving only her bewildered eyes and eyebrows. -Haze's shoulders go as slack as they can as her body relaxes, letting a thin whisper of smoke drift up from her open collar. Her eyes are partially reconstituted, enough to carry a look of pure defeated exhaustion/disappointment.
December 7, 2024 at 9:16 AM
junkyard-wizardry.bsky.social
Isn't it past your bedtime?...
...eh.
It's not like *she's* in a position to judge...

#deadlock #haze
An excerpt from a sketchbook, featuring various sketches of the character Haze from Deadlock, in different angles and/or rendering techniques. The bottom right corner is occupied by a more complete and finalized portrait of the Sandman and accompanying song lyrics; stylized lettering of "Sixteen Tons" (see img. no.2). The portrait of Haze,seen from the waist-up. Her uniform is wildly rumpled and exhausted, as is what can be generously be called her "face" (due to its being almost completely swallowed in shadow), most particularly in her drooped-open eyes. Her head and face both dissolve into wisps and flickers of her iconically eponymous haze, in distinctly unruly and abberant manners. The lettering reads (in small caps, noted otherwise): "Y'ROLL 16 tn.S, WHAD'D'YA GET... 'Nother day OLDER, 'n' DEEPER IN DEBT." Four versions of Haze's head, seen facing to the right from slightly below; The first is more thorough and accurate to reference, The second is a stricter recital of the first focusing on silhouette and details, The third being a freehanded practice (working with establishing important anchor points of shadow and filling in the remaining negative space with quick, angular shading, And the fourth, being the only one not in a row (instead positioned below the first), with flater planes of shading on a more geometric study of the head. On the left: two facing profiles of Haze, drawn directly from flat model reference. The left one (facing right) does not have her pseudo-hair-bun-bobble, while the right one does. On the right: three portraits of Haze, in a period formation. The first is a study of a self-attemped wireframe of her in-game model, the bottom left being a normal freehand practice, and the bottom right being a lighting study with minimal outlines.
December 3, 2024 at 8:15 AM
junkyard-wizardry.bsky.social
If you're wondering who that cookie-lookin' person-thing from yesterday's strip is, that would be Ginger B. Statdropp! Not doing a formal intro for her yet, though— not until I'm ready to introduce her whole family... the sinister Stardropp sisters!

For now, here's Ginger being down bad for Shanky.
A doodle in black ink, with a rust-colored sketch still visible beneath, depicting two characters over a countertop; Ginger standing on the counter to the left, and Captain Shank seated towards the right. Ginger is a living gingerbread girl, with four curls of frosting for hair, and thick glasses occupying the majority of her face. She's lying prone with her elbows out, propping up her head, and kicking her legs behind her (labeled "kicking legs"). She stares dreamily at Shank, a dumb lovestruck smile on her lips, and thinks to herself in a thought bubble, "I think I hauve curdle". Shank is a large woman with a burly build, unkempt hair, sharp teeth, and gills. She wears a black tank top and an eyepatch (not visible). She sits facing away from Ginger, her right arm leaning on the countertop, as she throws her head back and pounds an entire shaker of salt (labeled "table salt") like she's taking a shot/chugging a beer. Her mouth is opened to an inhuman degree, nearly becoming more maw than face in the process. In her right hand, she holds the cap to the shaker (labeled as "cap (unscrewed)") between her pointer and middle fingers.
November 27, 2024 at 1:09 AM
junkyard-wizardry.bsky.social
It's my pleasure and honor to introduce: Captain Shank "Shanky" Disaster Foetore and First Mate Manuel "Mack" Contreras Valero! Better known as...

Captain Shank & Matey Mack: NYC Sewer Coast Guard!!

A sharkmaid and a cockroach, childhood friends grown thick as thieves.

#illustration #art #oc #ocs
A rough sketch of a comic-book-esque title page, featuring (in descending order down the page:) a header in small lettering; a large, stylized, partly-skueomorphic title; two bubbles of dialog; and the two eponymous characters, Shank and Mack. Shank is a large woman with a fat, powerful build and a visibly salty temper. She wears a frumpy coat and pants, work boots, a black tank-top, long hair in a messy ponytail, and an eyepatch on her left eye. She's striding towards the left of frame, lugging a limp rat-like figure of unusual size over her right shoulder and waving her left hand dismissively, sneering and barely shooting a glance over the shoulder as she leaves. Mack is a pretty-big cockroach who's roughly half Shank's size. He stands on his two hindmost legs in a fencing stance, his middle limbs hanging out to the sides, his upper right arm is raised behind his head, and his upper right arm brandishes a fencing rapier. His eyelids are furrowed in lieu of brows, and his antennae are angled forward aggressively (intruding upon his own speech bubble). Header: [Based on fanart of fanart of the remastered ludo-drama adventure "Sam & Max: The Devil's Playhouse", and blatantly stolen from the seminal essay "A Print of the Portrait of Theseus Gray, For Sale in the Gift Shop":] Title: "Captain Shank & First Mate Mack: New York City Sewer Coat Guard" note: the S in Shank is a modified take on The Cool S, with its bottom portion bent to be wide rather than tall; thus making it look like the blade and hilt of a knife, with the M underneath completing the handle. The portion after the colon is written in spray-stencil block letters. Speech Bubble 1: ["I don't care *how* old your grand-ratty is, get your garden-tool, softshell asses OUT of *MY* sewer before we stew 'n' serve you lot!"] Speech Bubble 2: <"Move it or marinate, CHUMPS!"> The previous image, seen from the underside of the page, where ink can be seen soaking through. A different, fresh, ruddy-hued drawing of Mack stands below the black-and-white ghost of his counterpart, at roughly half-size. He stands facing the ghost image with all four "hands" on his "hips", as if admiring it like a mural. An angular speech bubble from him reads: "WHOOPH, that's a lotta *thick* ink!" (Asterisks representing bold text) Two drawings of Cpt. Shank, wearing her tank-top without her coat. On the left, a waist-up shot; her eyes are shut in a placid, bemused smile, her right arm is folded over her gut and under her rack, and her left arm shrugs as she gestures with her open hand palm-up. On the right, a slight close-up; her head is reared back to reveal her numerous sharkish fangs and tiny heart-shaped tongue, which she points to with her left hand. Her right eye is open, and her nose in perspective blocks the view to her patched eye. A series of linked speech bubbles weave through the scene, with one non-bubbled caption after the first: "Yeah, I'm happy with what H.R.T. has done for me so far, for sure..."-(Humanization Resequencing Therapy)-"Still, I'm a little impatient. Sue me."-"I just wish"-"*Thih 'ing*"-"would hurry up and get bigger." [Note: the bubbles get increasingly wavier and wobblier around "thih 'ing". To clarify, this is a stylized spelling of "this thing", emulating her talking with her mouth open. Additionally, an extra trail from this bubble wiggles out and ends in an arrow pointed at her tongue.] In pencil, a caption at the bottom reads, (remember: real sharks in the wild do NOT have tongues! But this bitch does!!") A three-panel comic strip. In the first, shank and mack burst through a door hauling sacks over their shoulders. Shank's sack is roughly the size of her forearm, where as Mack's is about as tall as him and twice as long. Also, Mack is wearing a trucker hat which says "pass the roach!" on the front. Light scrapes through the formerly darkened room, and a bell on the door rings a soft "d-ding / ding ding~!" The first panel is cut by the trail of a speech bubble originating from the second, and the main body of this bubble lines the top of the strip as a whole, reading: "Oh, goodie! It's Fanboy & Chum-Chum! Hooraaa-" before being cut off. The second panel is a wide shot of a bar counter and its stools, with the shelf visible benind it, and a curtained stage in the distant background. Ginger, a gingerbread cookie with a cutesey maid-like appearance stands atop the counter, with one leg kicked behind her in a dancerly pose and her hands clasped by her face. She is the source of the aforementioned speech bubble. In the third panel, the frame zooms closer to Ginger as Shank and Mack approach to meet her. Shank's eyepatch has changed sides between panels, and she dispassionately drops her sack on the counter with a hearty "splat!" right in front of Ginger, who now stands neutrally with her hands clasped in front of her and wears a playfully faux-innocent expression (an exaggerated smile and shimmering cartoonishly large doe-eyes). Mack's head is barely half visible. Shank and Mack both speak at once; Shank grunts out "Hey, Kyle." and Mack chimes "Hello, Ginger." Their speech bubbles merge, as they say in unison, "where d'y'want this month's gator meat?"
November 26, 2024 at 12:20 AM