Fleeing from an arranged marriage to an elderly kohlrabi three times her age, the sheltered young radish found herself adrift in a world she never expected. A chance encounter with a villainous-looking eggplant led to her fleeing from the Watch and stowing away on the lightning-powered airship Golden Colander. Ignorant of the wider world of vegetable politics and peril, the spunky radish would have to learn quickly as she was swept up in adventure and terror among airship privateers, legions of ghoulishly re-animated potatoes, clockwork pollinators, warring empires, and of course, finding love in the stems of the handsome airship captain who had stolen her heart.
Glory awaits the victorious, but for the losers, there is only....salad.
---------- I do not even begin to have any idea, except that I seem to be on a goggles kick, and there was a radish and...y'know.
4 x 6, original will go to Anthrocon unless somebody wants to make me an offer first. Prints, with the accompanying saga, are available at Red Wombat Studio for $10 plus shipping! [link]
what the hell...i am astounded by the random awesomeness your imagination produces. the radish wore goggles? where else in the universe does this sort of ridiculousness occur? and why, oh WHY doesn't it occur more often?!
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My writing, I promise you, is better than my art.
...You are probably the second weirdest webcomic artist I have ever met (or whose work I have seen)
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Remember this: Even if you think you're an insignificant speck of light in the deepest, darkest, blackest corner of space, to God you're the brightest star in the universe.
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don't buy cheap umbrellas.
don't talk to me about fate.
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Life is like a box of chocolates: If you're smart enough to look on the !@#$%^&* back of the box, you'll know EXACTLY what you're going to get.
oooh-waaaaah-the noooose
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Lenonovi kluci už se nikdy nevrátej.
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My writing, I promise you, is better than my art.
Fanfiction: [link]
Go read now. Zutara. SasuSaku. Even some Kataang, from before I converted. Now how can you refuse?
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Remember this: Even if you think you're an insignificant speck of light in the deepest, darkest, blackest corner of space, to God you're the brightest star in the universe.
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" . . . Surrrrounded by ENORMOUS piles of MONEYYYYYY!"
I bow not yet before the Iron Crown, nor cast my own small golden scepter down.
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"Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain." - Isaac Asimov