I thought I had posted the original of this back when I first drew it but it seems it only went to FurAffinity.  This was one of my default Starbucks drawings, where I draw warrior bunnies the way I would like to look while talking to myself and frequently going outside to smoke, leaving the picture causally on display for anyone who wants to do so to come by and admire a fierce, badass rabbit.   These pictures tend to be static so this one I tried to amp up with an angel of death drawing his wing over Flamma.  Silly and poorly drawn, I tried to cover it all with graphite.  No good.  When I originally drew this, the two guys next to me in the coffee shop got up to leave and one of them said "Hot"! to me about the drawing, but I did not respond because without absolute certainty someone is talking to me that is how I react.  I feel bad because it was a compliment and I should always thank someone for that.  And then I ruined the drawing.  Well, this is what is l

The Dunwich Horror is my fave Halloween story, and one of my favorite stories period.  I first read it in those books we used to order in grade school, by Scholastic or Dell or some other entity.  I loved it then and now.  The tale of a family that's up to no good whatsoever in the boondocks outside of the village of Dunwich, roadsigns since removed, is extremely gripping and very well written.  It is Lovecraft's masterpiece, and one of the few pulp stories to survive with all it's power untouched by 21st century movie conditioned taste.  It is curious that it has never been filmed the way it was written.  With CGI it can now be done right, and can now be done in such a way as to unleash the impact of Lovecraft's story and prose.  It is H. P.'s best, although I expect an argument from a certain Lovecraft expert that I dast not name.  ( www.deviantart.com/chaosfive-5… ).   In 1979 Heavy Metal magazine put out an all Lovecraft issue that completely

Here Billy amuses Jinjur.  He is probably just amusing himself while annoying the cat no end.

  Tuffy, Jack Bradbury.  Coo Coo Comics #40, July 1948. Coo Coo Comics #22, February 1946.  Coo Coo Comics #39, May 1948.    Coo Coo Comics #22, February 1946 Coo Coo Comics #39, May 1948.  Frank Frazetta.

The dracoz’s mind was swirling, memories of times long passed surfaced, when his people ruled supreme, second only to their great ancestors the dragons. A civilization of wonders. But that time was over, their civilization now but ruins and the survivors of the cataclysms scattered about the world as other races came to dominance. The dracoz had only their own hubris to blame for their downfall, so much lost and destroyed. The thoughts were soon dispelled as Draknor felt a cold shock to his face. His eyes snapped open as he realized a bucket of cold water had been thrown in his face. “Hurr,” Draknor growled he tried moving his arms but found they were immobile. He glanced up to see his arms chained to the ceiling leaving him hanging with his feet barely touching the floor. He glanced down to see that he was completely stripped of all his clothing, now reduced to wearing nothing but a ragged loincloth covering the privates of his otherwise naked body. “Knew that would wake you up.” A ma