A rough pencil sketch of our cat, Hobnob, sadly no longer with us.
Day 198: Draw Every Day in 2025
Almost one week ago we lost our lovely cat, Hobnob. Today's Daily Drawing is a rough sketch of him. I hope to draw a better picture of him in the next few days
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A pencil drawing of a band playing on stage. The name on the drum reads Poisonous Mixture It's inspired by the following 5-minute Freewrite... ... The music was loud and hurt his ears. It sounded like three different bands were playing three different tunes, all of them out of tune and out of time. He pushed his way through the crowd to the bar. "Is Melanie in?" he shouted at the barman. The barman shrugged and pointed at his ears. He obviously couldn't hear. Brad tried again, and the barman nodded, walked away, poured a pint of beer and brought it back. Brad shrugged and paid the man. He picked up the drink and moved away from the bar in search of Melanie. The group, an outfit called Poisonous Mixture, looked like they were wrapping up. Brad was sure he wasn't the only person relieved to hear the lead singer shout, "This is the last one from us!" before screaming into the microphone for a full five minutes, whilst the rest of the band destroyed their instruments and everyone elses eardrums. Brad found Melanie at the back of the venue, near the toilets. ...
Day 197: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "Poisonous Mixture"
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A pencil drawing of some cats sitting on the top of a trash bin. Two dogs stand nearby It's inspired by the following 5-minute Freewrite... ... He walks through the city. The streets are almost empty. A few dogs and some cats fight over a rubbish bin. He sees another person, but when he waves at her, he thinks it is a young woman; she turns and runs. He doesn't blame her. If he saw someone like him waving, he would run a mile too. A bus sits on the side of the road, the door is open. He steps into it, cautiously. There is a smell of death, and he backs out quickly. There are no familiar sounds of this city that he thought he knew. The sounds of people bustling around, horns and sirens; the sounds of city stress. No more stress, he thinks. Except that isn't true. He feels constantly on edge. He feels like prey, although he is not sure what is hunting him. He can't see it. He can't feel it. But something has taken the people away. Everyone, but him. And that ghost of the young woman he waved at. Where have they all gone? What has happened to them? ...
Day 196: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "No More Stress"
felt.buzz/2025/07/16/d...
A pencil drawing of an older woman blowing a kiss It's inspired by the following 5-minute Freewrite... .... "Your puppy is cute," the old hag says, her grin revealing blackened teeth and gaps. "But not as cute as me!" She blows me a kiss and I try to dodge it, ducking behind my mother, but I can feel it fly around her and land on my cheek like a wet fart. I rub my face and the old crone laughs, not a cackle like you'd expect but a deep rumble that shakes the ground. "Leave her alone, Mum," my mother says. "You're upsetting her!" "She needs to grow a sense of humour," my grandmother says. "Now, let me get a cuddle from that puppy. It smells good enough to eat!" Jacky, my adorable pup, also shys away from the old woman. Jacky is not stupid; she can smell a wrong 'un as well as I can. I have never really trusted my grandmother. There is something not-quite-right about her. Kevin tells me I am being oldist and should give the old dear a break.
Day 195: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "Not As Cute As Me"
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A pencil drawing of two girls on the background sniggering and looking at a girl in the foreground It's based on the following 5-minute Freewrite... ... They called her "the ugly truck". She could smell their meaness, it oozed through their pores and made her stomach turn over. But she couldn't avoid them. "Just ignore them," her sister said. But it was easy to say, but impossible to do when you were stuck in the same classroom with them. "Look at her," one of the grossest-smelling girls said. "She's so big and clumsy!" They sniggered together, and she blushed and turned away, holding her breath to try to avoid inhaling their vile words. The teachers didn't notice, or if they did they didn't care. She often wondered if it was only she who smelled the meaness from people. Other people seemed to be able to sit near the girls without gagging. Luckily, she sat away from them, and next to Amy, a girl who smelled sweet like salted caramel ice cream. ...
Day 194: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "Ugly Truck"
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Yeah, pixels are cool. But sometimes all you need is a pencil.
Work in progress. Digital sketch of a woman surrounded by plants and cold light.
I'm cooking something for the Clip Studio art contest. Don't know if I'll finish in time to enter the contest, let's see.
It's looking a little weird but have some faith, it'll look weirder when I finish it. hahaha
#wip #cspcontest44
Thank you 💕
A pencil drawing of a wooden bridge stretching into the distance. The end isn't visible. It's based on the following 5-minute Freewrite.... "It's time," she says, squeezing my hand. "It's time to cross the Bridge." I blink. I don't want to cross it. What's on the other side? I ask. But nothing comes out of my mouth. "It's okay," she said. "You can cross it. Just take one step at a time." I blink again. I open my mouth to tell her, No! I don't want to go! But again, nothing comes out. My eyes close. The Bridge is there. It has always been there, I realise. It stretches out in front of me. I can't see the end. Is there an end? I take a deep breath and shudder. "That's right," she whispers, her hand in mine. "Take a step." I shuffle forward. The wooden slats beneath my feet are surprisingly warm. The bridge sways slightly as it begins to bear my weight. But not in a scary way. It feels gentle. Comforting. Like being rocked in a cradle. Was I ever rocked in a cradle? I wonder. Was I rocked in the arms of my mother? Whatever. It feels safe. I take another step on the bridge to nowhere. ...
Day 193: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "The Bridge To Nowhere"
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A digital sketch dedicated to our cat, HobNob. Rip 16.7.09- 12.7.25 😢
Day 192: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is dedicated to our lovely cat, HobNob.
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A rough digital sketch of a cats face drawn on my mobile phone
Day 191: Draw Every Day in 2025
Busy day today, made stressful as one of our cats is very unwell 😢. No time for Freewrite, made time to draw this on my phone...
felt.buzz/2025/07/11/d...
A pencil drawing of a "jelly" alien/person It's based on my 5-Minute Freewrite, as follows... ... You'd be lonely in a crowd," his grandmother used to say, patting him on the hand. He never knew if she meant it kindly or not. But it's true. He stands here, in this room full of people his age, some girls some boys, some neither one nor another, and he feels out of place. He feels as if he isn't like them. Perhaps I'm an alien, he thinks, not for the first time. Perhaps, that's why I can't connect with these other human beings. Because I'm not one. He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror above the fireplace. He looks human. At least as far as he can tell. But, perhaps the others can tell there is something unhuman about him. Perhaps that is why there seems to be an invisible barrier around him that stops other people from approaching. Kurt, one of the few people he knows who does speak to him, says that the barrier is of his own making. "You have a force field," he says. "I sometimes feel it is like wading through thick jelly to get close to you." Perhaps I am a jelly based alien, he thinks. ...
Day 190: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "Lonely In A Crowd"
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A pencil drawing of an angry woman in a car. A concerned looking girl sits beside her It's based on the following 5-minute Freewrite... ... "I probably deserved that," Dad said, rubbing his red cheek. He nodded towards the door, still shaking from the slamming it had received. "Run after her, would you Kelly? Make sure she doesn't get in that car." I nodded and quickly exited the room. It wasn't difficult to follow Mum's pathway through the house: it was littered with fallen things, broken things. I could hear the sound of the garage door opening, a loud squeaking noise that always set my teeth on edge. "Mum!" I called as I ran through the kitchen and out through the utility room, into the garage. She was sitting in the car, and as I ran towards it, she turned the key. The car spluttered and died. Mum swore and tried again. "Mum!" I shouted again and tried the car door, expecting it to be locked. I wasn't, and I pulled it open and flung myself onto the seat as the engine roared into life. ...
Day 189: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "I Probably Deserved That"
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coverdesign for a board game for children. children's book illustration
character sheet of one of my own characters made for the application for serious games (Bachelors degree) / game dev
year of the dragon illustration
character design of my first original character. a demon girl with a synthetic leg
hello #portfolioday !
I'm Mona & I'm from Germany. My work includes children's book illustration, character design & illustration. I love to draw fun or/and mystical things & I am inspired by "the occult". I will start studying Serious Games in september (game dev). Contacts below!
A pencil drawing of a man, sulking. Bottom lip protruding, arms crossed. A manuscript sits on a table next to him It's based on the following 5-minute Freewrite... ... "Another lazy stereotype," Emily said, throwing down the manuscript onto the table. "Really, Dan, you can do so much better." I didn't say anything. "Stop doing that, Dan!" "What?" I grumped. "You look like a stroppy teenager. No, worse than that: a two-year-old having a tantrum. Your bottom lip is sticking out. It would be comical if it weren't so sad." "Why are you so mean?" I asked. "Oh, for heaven's sake!" Emily said. "Will you grow up and take the criticism on the chin? Don't ask me to read your bloody book if you don't want me to be honest!" "Fine," I said, snatching the manuscript from the table and shoving it under my arm. "I'll see you later!" "Where are you going now?" "I'm off to rewrite my book." "No, you're not, Dan! Not now. My parents are coming round for dinner in an hour. You need to shower and perk yourself up. Dad already thinks you're a loser. I'd prefer it if you didn't prove him right!" ...
Day 188: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "Another Lazy Stereotype"
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A pencil drawing of a cat walking It's based on the following 5-minute Freewrite... ... I was startled out of my daydream by the cab door opening and a young woman flopping down on the back seat before leaning forward and shouting, "Follow that cat!" I blinked for a moment and then turned to look at her. She was dressed like a nineteen-forties private detective, all trilby and trench coat. "Do you mean, 'follow that cab, please'?" I asked. The woman shook her head, blond hair falling from the hat into her eyes. "No," she said firmly, pointing out of the windscreen. "Follow that cat!" I followed the direction her finger pointed and saw a small tabby cat running down the sidewalk. "Seriously, lady," I said. "I ain't up for playing games..." I fell silent as she shoved a hundred-dollar bill in my face. "There are five more of these if you can keep up with that cat," she said. I snatched the bill, shrugged and started the engine. ...
Day 187: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "Follow That Cat!"
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A pencil drawing of a man sitting in a cell. A thought bubble shows he is thinking of two children (him and his sister) playing Scrabble It is based on the following 5-minute Freewrite... ... He sits in his cell, his back pressed up against the cold stone wall. In his head he plays Scrabble. He hates Scrabble. "Define it!" his sister used to say whenever he put a word down, whether it was well known or not. She would make him tell her what each word meant, and if he got it wrong, she would laugh and tell him he was stupid. "Idiot boy!" she'd say. "You will amount to nothing, you know." He hates Scrabble. But he hates this prison more. In his head, he is with his sister. She is laughing at him. She is prodding him. She is making him think. He loves his sister. He didn't always. No, that's not true. He always loved her. He didn't always like her. She was mean to him. But he knew she was doing it because she believed in her "idiot boy." They spent most of their childhood alone. Mother was in bed, with the illness that consumed her. Father was out. Working, sometimes. Drinking, often. And then, one day, he was gone
Day 186: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "Define It!"
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behold my filmmaking skills
A pencil drawing of a crow, wearing a top hat, squawking, from a tree stump. A mobile phone hangs from a broken branch below the crow It's based on the following Freewrite... "If you can't find it," Grandmother said, a twinkle in her eye. "You'll have to pay a visit to the Merchant of Lost Things." I stared at her, open-mouthed. "But why would he steal my phone?" I asked. "Because he can," she said. "Go on. You'll find him up Old Hill." She pointed out the window. "He'll be sitting on one of the branches of the Old Oak Tree." She reached into the pocket of her apron. "You'll need to give him this," she flicked something at me. I caught it. It was a silver coin. I thanked her, put the coin in my pocket, pulled on my boots, grabbed my coat and headed up the door. "And," Grandmother said. "Be nice. The Merchant of Lost Things does not respond well to bad manners." I paused at the door and said, "Yes, Gran." The trek up the hill was hard. I hadn't left the house in days. It occurred to me, halfway up, that perhaps it was a ruse, on Grandmother's part, to get me out of the house.
Day 185: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "The Merchant Of Lost Things" Although I didn't get as far as meeting the Merchant in my Freewrite, as I was writing it I imagined him as a crow
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A pencil drawing of a joystick, circa 1980s. Based on the following Freewrite... Stuck for something to do before he meets Julia in the pub, he slipŝ into the second-hand shop next door. He strolls along the crowded aisles looking at the shelves packed with crockery, tableware and glasses. He comes across a section at the end of the aisle. It is crammed full of cables and electrical equipment: out-of-date telephones, cords wrapped around them, and the odd part of a computer. There, sitting in a box on the floor, he finds a joystick. It is similar to one he bought when he was a child. He remembered saving up for it, taking his money from his piggy bank and going down to the only shop in town that sold computer gear. He counted out the coins on the counter, to the annoyance of the customer behind him and the amusement of the young server. He remembers the excitement he felt walking back home with the joystick, looking forward to battling space invaders and other villains, saving the world, the universe, and humanity from all evil.
Day 184: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "Joystick"
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A pencil drawing of a human sized flea standing beside a hospital bed, scalpel in one hand, smiling with other hand giving thumb up sign It's based on the following Freewrite... ... Mr Dog, the surgeon, was due to see me at eight in the morning for a final assessment before my operation. "You'll like him," April, the kindly nurse, said. "He looks a bit funny, but his heart's in the right place." I nodded. At this point, I didn't care what anyone looked like. I just wanted my gall bladder out - it hurt! Just after eight in the morning, the door opened and I looked up to find a strange creature entering. "Hello," the creature said. "I'm Mr Dog. I'll be operating on you this morning." "Errr," I spluttered. "Don't worry about my appearance," the creature said. "I'm aware I look unusual. It turns out one of my unhappy patients was a witch and cursed me, transforming me into a giant flea! Don't worry, though! I can still hold a scalpel!" My mouth was open and I didn't know what to say. I let the flea surgeon poke at me with his strange appendages and listened as he hummmmed and haaard. "I think it will be a simple matter to take off your foot," he said. ...
Day 183: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "flea surgeon"
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My diabetic cat steals croissants from the guests breakfast table at our French B&B If I don't get there quickly enough... He has to have insulin injections twice a day as it is...
A pencil drawing of two alien creatures looking at each other. It's based on the following Freewrite... ... His ethnic background was not obvious to her. Was it important? Not to her, but if she were bringing him home, her grandfather would be asking. She didn't want to embarrass him. She loved her grandfather - he had raised her after her parents had been taken away by the Humans - but he could be somewhat insensitive. It wasn't really polite to ask about ethnicity. Although she thought that if she was prepared to consider him a life partner, she should be able to bring up any subject, even if it was potentially awkward. "I'm a bit nervous," she said. He smiled and she oozed purple slime from her ear ducts. How embarassing!! He smiled and leaned in. "I love you too," he said, his own ear ducts oozing a sort of orange coloured slime.
Day 182: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "Ethnic"
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A pencil drawing of two people in a car. He looks worried/sorry for himself, she looks annoyed/angry, they both stare straight ahead. It's raining. It's based on the following Freewrite... ... He opens the door, and the wind blows in a bucketful of rain as he flops into the seat. She doesn't look at him. She's too angry. She's frightened of what she might say. He pants, and she can see in her peripheral vision that he's staring straight ahead through the rain-battered windscreen. "They're full," he says eventually. She can't help herself. "I told you to reserve." It is barely a whisper, but it is laden with fury. "I'm sorry," he says. "You don't sound very sorry." He doesn't reply. He turns the key and the car starts. "We'll find something," he said. "Some romantic getaway this is," she said. "We should have stayed home." He doesn't say anything. He pulls into the traffic and they drive on. The lights of a motel, a horrible chain, comes into view. Don't you fucking dare! she thinks. He drives past. "There's a town up ahead," he says. "We'll find something." ...
Day 181: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "Reserve"
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A pencil drawing of a woman carrying a bundle in her arms in the rain. A car drives by, splashing her with puddle water It's based on the following Freewrite... ... They said it was just a mild illness and sent her home, the small child wrapped in the blanket she'd brought her in. Outside, winter bit into her skin, and she held Jasmine to her chest, wrapping her coat over the baby. Cars drove past her, icy water flew from the tires, showering her with freezing, dirty drops. Home was an hour's walk, and she pushed her way through the wind. The flat, a tiny studio above a shop that seemed to change hands every week (currently it was a second-hand bookshop), was dark and cold. She turned on the gas heater and sat beside it, trying to feed the child. Jasmine was hot to the touch. She was worse than before the trip to the hospital. ...
Day 180: Draw Every Day in 2025
Today's Daily Drawing is based on My 5-Minute Freewrite, "mild illness"
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THE ELF WITH NO NAME #3. The Elf in Black stands with her sword drawn, draped in a leather cloak, wearing a black leather dress, hat, and boots.
ELF WITH NO NAME #3 Cover reveal time!
Art by Conrad Keely!
Follow the Kickstarter here: www.kickstarter.com/projects/jpl...
It was all yellow
Raff the wood lane super horse
Crowley Stylee
I’m going to start posting music that comes up on my “Liked Songs” playlist on Spotify in no particular order…just vibes I enjoy. JOIN ME! 112/many
open.spotify.com/track/3s4U7O...
I can't tell you how many times I have to argue with my own brain about stuff like this! The more I put things off, the more I WILL put things off. So, I really try not to.
