Dreams.
A man in my dream who was my friend. He was an agent of the dark underground city in which we lived, and a shapechanger. Man, bat, and... spider centaur.
The spider half of him was similar in shape to a black widow, but instead of a deep black, it was a beautiful silver color.
I rode on his thorax. :P
I really love my unconscious sometimes. There's more to the dream, but now's not the time to share it.
*pokes unhappy insides* But my stomach could really use a talking-to. D:
Have ideas for sketches/art. If only I can get them onto paper. ;)
...I severely need to redo my website. o_O