I’m Sure They’ll Listen To Reason

Peggy
June 3, 2025

GAY WRATH MONTH STARTS EARLY THIS YEAR, MOTHERFUCKERS.

 

I was gonna work on some commissions or the comic today, I just submitted the comic for the Ignatzes and I really should get the last 3 pages of the current chapter drawn before judges start reading it, but instead I ended up sitting around at Envie doodling a Pride selfie kind of thing. Go figure. I was doing some low-key magic to try and convince the universe I’m gonna have a gallery showing of some stuff like this and sell real well and maybe that was part of why I felt compelled to do this? Who knows.

For the past few months, when I go to draw my fursona, I’ve been getting a humantaur instead. Four legs, four arms, often four boobs too. I don’t know what this means but I’m enjoying it even if posing all those body parts gets complicated, when this started she was sitting down on her rear haunches but once I said “hey what if I’m holding a giant fucking sword” it kinda had to become more dynamic. I think this is the first image I’ve posted here but I’ve got a few more in the pipe.

I wanted this as a big print on my wall so it’s up on Redbubble. If you want one, or a shirt or a shower curtain or something, then visit that link.

Illustrator, 3.5h.

Here’s a screenshot of an earlier version that I made so I could put it on Instagram without it murdering the aspect ratio, this one had a lot of “oh it’s done and I can post it, wait no it needs something else” moments.

All those opacity masks and embedded images are generated by Astute’s Opacity Brush plugin, which makes that *super* easy to do.

matrix glitch

Peggy
May 6, 2025

Today I came into my studio. Artie (one of the cats) was asleep in the middle of the floor, splayed on her back with her belly up. I sat down at the desk.

Out of the corner of my eye, quite clearly, I saw her get up and walk towards the door. But when I got up to see if she wanted the door open so she could go out, she was still lying on the floor. Hadn’t moved at all.

Did I hallucinate this? Did I slip halfway into a parallel reality for a moment? While I was seeing her leave, I realized afterwards, I heard a sort of droning noise. Was this my nervous system glitching the fuck out or was it me tuning in to a different celestial harmony than usual?

I was, I must note, kind of stoned when this happened. I don’t think that really makes any of those possibilities more or less likely.

Anyway. Glitch in the Matrix day, I guess. Watching the cat take Schroedinger’s Nap.

RIP Jim.

Peggy
May 5, 2025

‘Ren & Stimpy’ Artist and Spümcø Co-founder Jim Smith Has Died, Age 70

RIP Jim Smith.

He could draw rings around the entire rest of the studio with half of his brain tied behind his back. He was probably a better artist than 99% of the entire rest of the world and yet I never felt like the slightest bit of his ego was tied up in that.

One day he brought some shitty teenage art into the studio for some reason. Looking at it realizing that it was shitty in exactly the same way my teenage art was shitty, and that his early pro-level art was just as fucked up as what I was doing at the time, was the moment I realized I could master any kind of art skill if I just dedicated a while to practicing it; since that day, I have never looked at someone else’s work and said “I wish I was that good”, and getting better became a lot easier.

Thanks for that moment, Jim.

Also he was super cool about my transition when it was in that insanely awkward phase of “hormones are making my tits too big to hide in baggy shirts but I still have to shave and have no idea how to present myself as a woman”, despite being from Texas. Really he was just an all-around super chill guy, I’m sure you could piss him off but I never saw it.

Best of luck in the next life.

Pithy Revolutionary Slogan

Peggy
April 24, 2025

Illustrator, 3.5h.

Initial sketch, plus photo-ref. The horse was sketched out over a photo as well but I didn’t include it here.

As you can tell I pushed a lot of stuff around from my initial sketch, the horse’s pose is much more exaggerated than my original.

aoc riding bernie horse – here’s a PDF if you want to print it out and bring it to a protest or something.

also you can get shirts/stickers/laptop skins/etc over here, assuming redbubble doesn’t take it down

Morning Affirmation

Peggy
March 30, 2025

Get up. Take a shower. Stare in the morning and try to convince the universe you are beautiful, powerful, and successful. And also a super-horny human-taur with giant titties because that’s a good way to put a little passion into that desire, I guess? Why not. Aim for the stars and


Just a thumbnail because this is pretty NSFW. Full image under the cut. Continue reading →

roast.exe

Peggy
March 20, 2025

This gallery contains 2 photos.

seriously what is with people asking spicy autocomplete to “roast” a person or group, I see this everywhere, this is how you get Skynet that sounds like Bender, is this what you people want? evidently.   I accidentally failed to save the Illustrator file so I can never improve this doodle unless I redraw it […]

Visit Fabulous Santa Barbara

Peggy
January 31, 2025

Commission. Dana and her spouse spent like a decade living in Santa Barbara, and are moving back to Seattle soon. This is to help them remember the good times in the sun.

It’s always a good feeling when another artist commissions you and realizes they don’t have a model sheet of their fursona, and want you to draw something for them badly enough to knock one out.

In The Temple of Loss

Peggy
January 31, 2025

Big epic fantasy commission for Cordite. This one took a while and I stopped being able to tell if it was any good by the time it was done.I worked on this in fits and starts over about three months.

There’s a lot going on here. Enough that Illustrator crashes when I try to find out how many paths are in this file.

Very early rough, with crude colors to help the client make some sense of my messy lines, and to begin to think about the overall color scheme.

Priorities

Peggy
January 29, 2025

At the beginning of the month, this popped into my head. I did a quick doodle and posted it, asking if I should finish it; the responses were unanimously “yes”.

Illustrator, 4.5h, about one of which was making those buttons by tracing sigils from Denning & Phillips’ Planetary Magick, which I’ve been working with lately. Making a serious go at its rites has definitely caused some interesting sensations.

Patrons can get the Illustrator source here. And if you want prints, t-shirts. stickers, etc, they’re on Redbubble.

RIP Sneejers

Peggy
January 27, 2025

Last week it snowed here in New Orleans. A record-setting, once-in-a-lifetime snow: the predictions were for five inches at most but we got like ten. Which probably sounds like nothing to someone living in a place where it snows regularly, and the houses are built to retain heat, and people have snow chains, and cities have snowplows, and the residents have the slightest idea of how to deal with snow. Down here in the tropics we have none of that.

There’s five cats who live under our house, and mostly wander in and out of our part of it as they please. We tried to persuade all of them to come in during the freeze. But one of them refused. Sneejers (aka CJ, aka Curly Joe – cat names migrate over time) has always been the most feral of the clan of cats living under our house, and has rarely been in. He was starting to be a little more curious about inside lately but we really didn’t expect him to be too happy with this prospect. So we wrapped an old blanket around the crate we use to take the cats to the vet, and put it in the back shed along with some food. They like to lounge in it sometimes so we figured it smelled like Family.

Someone seems to have used it, some of the cedar chips we lined it with got kicked out, but we don’t know who. We never managed to see it in use and found a few handpaw-looking prints in it, maybe the local possum used it and I guess I’m okay with that too. But we haven’t seen Sneejers since before the storm. It’s been a week now since his last sighting at feeding time; yesterday and today there’s been a new young grey-white cat hanging around who sure has some “hi I heard you have a vacancy, would you like to consider me for employment as your local Dude” vibes. We’ve seen other cats who live across the street and visit occasionally, but no Sneej.

Sneej was small, with a scraggly coat, so we are kind of assuming the worst. Rest in peace, kid, I hope that we generally made your life better with our bumbling attempts to care for a cat who mostly didn’t want that, and I wish you the best of luck on your next ride through this world, whether as another cat, or something else.