This took a deceptively long time, and even at that, enjoy the perplexing delights of sitting on things which can't be sat upon (that is nothing, nothing can't be sat upon as far as I know). Bah. Maybe I'll work on this further. I did fancy some color, but no thanks to the patron saint of foresight, I did this on standard printer paper and thus is not conducive to my usual coloring methods... But I'll probably still look into fucking it up when I'm not quite so exhausted.

Let me tell you something though. I feel weird about this. Because dragon boy here has been drawn to represent someone who doesn't know they're being represented. It's funny really. The situation. With the actual person that is. Yes I insist on relating my drawings back to my life, because that's why I do them in the first place, sheesh!

So this is major warm-fuzzy fodder for me. Transparent, self-indulgent, you name it.

Western dragon? Eastern dragon? More likely: Southern dragon.

I do love the aesthetic, just not the ideology. Oh conflict.