God damn.
I mean, seriously.
...god -damn-.

Round two of "Abner's Most Humiliating Sleeping Poses".
Ding!

I'm so mean. But I have to get my kicks somehow, right?

I like boys.

Too bad Abbi doesn't, and he'd fervently deny that this ever happened, if you asked him.
But Thoreau didn't mind.
And neither did I.
:D

Miss Shryack wanted me to work on my scribble project.
I scribbled for her.

Today, I feel...

The files beginning with 'abbiangst' are starting to become insultingly prevalent.
...but he makes me so sad.

Chester had a bad day.
Pray for Chester.

...can someone please explain why I feel the need to sugarcoat everything?

Don't you just hate it when that happens?

Here we have Chester, looking appropriately pissy.

You would be too, if your evil plot had been foiled and you were about to be given the next best thing to the death sentence.

I've been having way too much fun with the non-paint-bucket tools.

Just screwing around with posing, and I suppose I got a bit carried away. It's the kind of picture that just upsets you, and you don't want to finish it, yet you feel better after you do, because it's like... an obstacle.
I suppose it could have branched from a conversation Carmen and I were having about finding the beauty in ugly things.
And hey, people get into some pretty interesting positions when they're in pain.

It's just one of those days.

Feeeeeel the angst.

Painter Classic has some awesome water tools, I tell y'what.
The retarded little poem is (c) me, by the way. So is Abner, as always.

No one has bad days like Abner Kequet's bad days.

It's highly doubtful that anyone hates their best friend's parents as much as he does, as well.

I suck at coloring.

Adrian Vanet (c) Lizzi, Abbikins (c) me.

Let's be honest here. Does anyone -really- like Adrian Vanet?

I think we can safely say Chester doesn't, despite the facade he puts up.

Adrian Vanet (c) Lizzi, Chester Bowden (c) me.

Pay no attention to the text.
I drew this last winter, and apparently still like it. Have you ever spent six hours staring at a video box? I hope not.
Ganesh (c) himself, everyone else (c) me.

Mmm, the inferiority complex and how it affects you.

Abner, taking a presumed smoke break with his best friend Thoreau (property of Lizzikins), in a twenties 'we work in a factory' setting. Inspiration? "Chicago", naturally. I wanted to see Abbi in one of those nifty hats.

For my next trick, a scratchboard-esque rendition of one of my multiple fursonalities (har har), Abner. He's been having a bit of a downer, as of late.

First upload- I'm so proud of myself. Not for the picture itself or anything vain like that, just that I was actually patient enough to sit through the whole acceptance process.
Figured I'd start off with a happy happy picture of the TPC (Tea Party Club) featuring (clockwise from bottom)Ceri, Furu, Adghal, Keigh, and Oscar, all (c) their players.