Quick warmup sketch of Aza.
Mortrat for Andrew.
LETS JUST GO PUT ALL THESE FLAPPERS IN SKIN-TIGHT DRESSES THAT ARE IMPOSSIBLE TO DANCE IN. IT’S NOT LIKE THEY WERE WEARING SHORT, LOOSE DRESSES IN DIRECT REJECTION OF THE OPPRESSIVE VICTORIAN/EDWARDIAN STANDARDS OF FEMININITY OR ANYTHING.
Or: How there was almost a yaoi warning on Claire’s apartment door.
Old sketch that needs to be here.
Progress! That’s four brocades and one thousand dead minkses and one arthritic claw.
I’ve got a big project in the works! You might be seeing a lot of this stuff for a while as I pull it all together