I did sketch last night but conked out before I could scan it.
ATCs = Artist Trading Cards. They're these blank cards you can get at major craft stores to do whatever to. Rumor has it people trade and commission them all the time. These're my first hand at them (and inking in a long time).
"Without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust..."
Scanner murdered the fuck out of the colors, but this'll serve until I can get a better version.
"I'm building a body of balsam and ash, I'm building a body with no god attached. I'm building a body from blueprints and braille, I'm building a body where our design has failed..."
I don't have the huevos to try and ink this one yet. Not nearly.
Also, mom's spider bite didn't do anything nasty. Woo!
It's semi-snowing outside right now. Jeebus.