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...er...what?

Oh, gotcha. I dunno, you could try it with these bones if you can get the cooperation of their owner.

I arted.

High Chamberpotter of the Poobahs: I like the Poohbahs' A "secret society" dedicated to satirizing those who take themselves too seriously--what's not to like? This guy initiates a power struggle within the ranks of the Poobahs. Things get messy before it's all over.

Fragtacular Doodles: Lots of doodles based on the above title-less story. Some doodles from Commonplace Miracles. Some random ideas that probably won't end up in a story.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I never know when to shut up. I've been like this all my life, why should I stop now?

Fraggles 'n' Smurfs in Oz: You never know where new Fraggle holes will open up. This was drawn mainly to amuse someone with whom I share a few fandoms. I'm pretty proud of it, not least of which because I think Wembley and Gobo are nearly on model for once. However, this reminds me why I never hand-letter my works. My printing hasn't improved much since first grade, it appears.

smurfs are COSMIC! and blue.

And Wembley is cosmic and green. Well, for the next few hours, anyway.

Don''t you know our meaning of cosmic? Something like-- Cool... Amazing...

Dearie, I have a pretty good command of the English language.

"Cosmic" was also used in the '60s by the users of psychedelics such as 'shrooms, which is the sense I was using here.

I ment the 60's.

Everyone Loves Wembley: As any Fraggle fan can probably guess, this is based on the episode We Love You, Wembley. One of my weak points is drawing characters physically interacting, so I challenged myself to draw the scene in which everyone falls under the spell of the love potion and gloms onto Wembley. It was a challenge to draw, but also stupidly fun, and I stayed up way too late last night drawing fur and hair textures.

Is it just me, or does the Trash Heap get a kick out of messing with the Fraggles' heads? She gave Mokey an out-of-control magic paintbrush. She gave Gobo a riddle instead of simply telling him how to save the Fraggles from eternal hibernation (not to mention saving the ditsies from extinction!). She gives Boober placebo after placebo. And in this episode she gave Wembley a love potion he didn't want so everyone would go bananas for him--for about one minute. What was that supposed to accomplish? If anyone needed to be taught a lesson, it was Mokey, who insisted on butting in and trying to turn simple friendship into a torrid love affair. Shame on ya, Marjorie.

^^ cuteness<3

Wembley Fraggle as Pogo Possum: Does anyone here remember the comic strip Pogo? Please tell me I'm not the only one. *sobs* I'm so oooold. Well, anyhow, at some point I realizes that Pogo Possum looked sorta-kinda like Wembley. So I drawed him in that style.

Portrait of the Artist as a Middle-Aged Fraggle: Yeah, I Fragglefied myself. (Here's what I look like in real life. I'm the one in blue.)

Crud. The photo link doesn't work and I can't edit it. Here's one that works.

Your Fraggled self kind of looks like the Storyteller.

And Pogo Wembley is cute!

Rat: In the same way a goiter is cute.

*Glares*

Rat: To the wall hole!

*Rushes off humming theme music*

Rats, can't live with 'em, can't bonk 'em with a mallet.

...er...thanks?

My, it's quiet in here.

Leap of Faith: I'm working on another Fraggle story, this one to be titled "The Mamas and The Papas" unless I think of something better. Amazingly, I actually had fun drawing the rocks. Maybe I'm getting used to drawing backgrounds.

Here's a chunk of the scene being illustrated. (Warning: my first draft writing is very first-drafty.)

*****

Janken looked around. He was alone with Wembley on a high pillar of stone, so high that he could not see the floor. Up above the sky ripped with sunset colors. He shrank from the edge of the pillar and looked up at Wembley.

Wembley was smiling. "Don't be afraid. There's no danger, remember?"

Janken looked down. He knew that, but it was hard to believe it when he saw no safe cave walls, no ceiling, no floor, nothing but distance in every direction. He felt tinier than he did when he visited the Gorgs' garden. "What do we do?" he asked.

Wembley held out a hand. Janken took it, and stood up. Wembley picked him up--he was almost too big for this, but that didn't matter here--and said, "Trust me. You'll like this, I promise."

"Okay."

Wembley walked to the edge of the pillar and said, "One, two, three!"

Janken felt him tense, then spring forward.

That's because Rat's not here. (Yuk-yuk-yuk)

Bad jokes aside, those rocks look incredible! (Are they supposed to be some kind of crystal?) The background is very interesting to look at. And Wembley looks (dare I say it) downright majestic!

Even with all its first-draftiness, that 'chunk' is a lot better than a lot of the so-called "stories" I've seen on other sites. Can't wait to read it!

Thanks! The rocks are... well, like Skenfrith, they are whatever you think they are. Crystalline is as good a guess as any. I had several things in mind when I drew it. Quartz for translucency, with bands of color somewhere between the stripes on an agate and the strata you see in the Grand Canyon.

Wembley, majestic? Well, he certainly has a majestic schnoz!