New Drawing † Sookie Stackhouse

In honor of my favorite HBO series ending last night, I created this little Sookie Stackhouse Blythe doll drawing!

Half-blythe and half-human, this telepathic waitress with golden locks and big eyes is ready to take on the southern mayhem of Merlotte's Bar & Grill, one brazen customer at a time. Bon Tulips is teeming with supernaturals as danger lurks deep within the shadows of this small dollhouse town. With a dash of romance and a pinch of curiosity, she falls for a mysterious vampire Garbage Pail Kid named Billy Compost-pile and soon her life will change forever.

Sookie needs a good home and someone to make sure she stays out of trouble. Will it be you? Buy the original 8.5 x 11" ooak drawing at Saatchi Art.

Prints & goodies available in my society6 shop.

Comments

Victoria Rosas said…

I have to say I'm pretty sad the show's over, it was so rad. Your Sookie dool looks amazing, so cute and very her :3

11:00 AM

Vintage Lollipops said…

Me too, I'm really gonna miss that show! And thank you so much xoxo

10:22 AM

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