Virt-a-mate is a microphile’s dream
Category: Graphics
Foot massaging
My kind of foot massaging
Bombe
There Is No Alternative
Shrunk!
One step at a time…
Prickly
Insults have consequences
Embodied
For a lack of a better word
Ben boston! November Comic!
Her name is November! And Ben!
By the fireplace
Take that picture, mortal
Tailoring
Perfectly tailored outfits make for joyful trying in
Make up
There will be blood.
How could I know the dancer from the dance?
Of dance and squishing bodies
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#Inktober
Try things!
Pixton days
Storyboarding my everyday life.
TornadoTitan
It’s a giant butt.
Newmon Berkhart
Newmon’s possibly one of the shyest writer there is. And we all love shy people, don’t we?
Massive
A visual play on this essential word…
Mademoiselle Tina Jones
The microscopic interview with OpenHighHat
Hug the undersquid & Heel taming.
Harboring a secret
Claudio lous, italian style.
Week ends
I thought you’d like to know what I was up to, 14:45 this afternoon.
Wonderslug’s Tina’s shrine
I was slightly playful, at worse.
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theborrowergts meets Milo Manara
Meet the borrower
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Foreplane
Did I ever mention my love for planes?
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To my little Tomato, to you.
My little tomato’s gone. My little tomato’s not gone.
There, inside, is this inneffable story of the both us, colliding, creating, destroying like two kids stumbling upon a particularly fun toy and never getting enough of the play. The fact that he’s been subjected to destruction 100% more than me doesn’t change this fact :
He now lives inside this huge and unfathomable being he crashed into. Me.
Size people, friends, here are some graphic memories of the terrific storm.
A balanced breakfast
Published on DeviantArt in 2018.
Rendering / writing : Openhighhat
Editing / writing : Tina
It’s a quiet day, and this book’s real good!
I just… It’s touching how they manage to put so much heart into these stories, thinking they’ll never get to experience the real thing…