Poor Didi Bliss is still around and without a proper story to call her home. She's been around for quite some time, since her first appearance (below)
back in aught six and she has since driven an El Camino, chatted with ghosties, bought beers all around, cosplayed, worked as a pastry chef, shrank a few inches, had a couple more inches added to her waist and had a child. Not to mention her dancing mole that changes positions every other time she is drawn. Poor, poor Didi Bliss. Anyway, above left is the poor girl showing up at her sister Ophelia's doorstep. Another inking exercise.
And now for something completely different. COMICS. Well, a comic, half a page really but for all those who are in the know, comics these days for me are a rare, rare occurrence.
The first panel was somewhat laughable so I omitted it.
You're not missing much.
And that's all I have. It's not much but it's a start. This is all way too wordy and I apologize people, so one more drawring to reward you by:
scoot scoot, bitches.
I lied, one more: