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OH, PSSHAW.

@ohpsshaw / ohpsshaw.tumblr.com

I'm Marissa, and I draw jerks.
Sometimes people draw awesome things for me.

Not happy with the technical quality of my work this year, so I’m practicing taking my time on pieces that don’t strive to communicate anything.

SO HERE’S A THING I THINK PEOPLE SHOULD DO: UPLOAD THEIR UNUSED LINEART so other people can color it. I put these up at 300dpi here. My thin pencil lines are kind of a pain in the ass to work with, so no hard feelings-- but please consider doing the same with your work. YOU CAN AM BECOME COLORING BOOK, DESTROYER OF AFTERNOONS.

Some FR commissions for Argyle! Please always, always consider making me draw sparkledogs and all their offshoots. It's a unique joy I don't get to indulge a whole lot. 

You guys don't mind a tiiiny bit of blood-- I-I mean, strawberry filling-- on this blog, right?

She lay down in the grass, on her stomach. Then, raising herself on her elbows, she lifted her face to the pale, brooding moon, and gave a long, drawn out whine.
"Listen, Uncle, it is whining," said the curly-haired lad at the gate. The agreeable tenor voice trembled perceptibly.
"Whining, again? The accursed one," said the hoarse, harsh voice slowly.
They rose from the bench. The gate latch clicked.

Warm up very loosely based on "The White Dog" by Fyodor Sologub, a short story that can be heard here. I think I just wanted an excuse to draw some wolf things with funny proportions, so I left out all the actually creepy parts.

Look what came out in my 12:30 class. Wow, that's a LOT of stuff you need to be in a special mood for.

This was based on someone else's character but it's so hilariously off-model I don't know if I should bother.

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More from class. Sometimes I amaze myself with what comes out of aimlessly drawing body parts, I swear. This one started with an ear.

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I'm sleeping better lately, and thusly having more dreams. They're pretty good, too, with actual storylines. Last night I pissed off some freaky werewolves, and the leader was so impressed with my groveling that he gave me a bag of some transformative herb to smoke when I was "ready to be [his] Beta".

In my dream I was a gay guy who worked at a superstore to feed my tchotchke fetish. That was funny for a while, but I later turned into a disenfranchised black boy for awards show reasons. Obviously.

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