The little gremlin really loves it when the spirits of spring start visiting his cafe again. They are a bit quiet but always cheerful and kind. Of course, not everyone enjoys the side effects. Bloom and flourish become literal whenever they’re around. 
The little gremlin has learned (the hard way) to notice when a burnout is coming. He’s also learned taking a break to recover is much better than trying to plough through. Chocolates and a good book anyone? 
In spite of his imposing looks, the town’s guardian golem is actually a very nice and kind fellow. The dust bunnies love to play with him whenever he drops by the little gremlin’s café to get his morning coffee.
The little gremlin isn’t quite sure why so many magical creatures have been taking refuge in his garden lately, all of them muttering in Japanese things like “disrespectful thieves”, “entitled vandals” and “artificial intelligence my a**!”
In any case, he’s happy to offer them a quiet place to stay for as long as they want, along with a nice and comforting cup of tea 
The little gremlin is usually quite relaxed about his kitchen, where someone sneaking a taste of the batter or surreptitiously eating a cookie will be met with laughter and some good-humored banter. But woe to anyone trying to spy on his secret recipe notebook, they’ll soon learn why he’s known as “the fastest wooden spoon in the west” 
Well, it eventually had to happen. Being naturally curious, the tiny goblin saw a big door that opened into a smaller door, which opened into a yet smaller one, and so on. He couldn’t resist the temptation to see where they went, and now he suddenly finds himself having to explain his unexpected intrusion into the mouse king’s private quarters
Madam Lidia Roquefort is not only a virtuoso pianist, but also a dear friend of the little gremlin. He could listen to her beautiful playing for hours 
Things aren’t always easy when you’re a freelance witch living a modest life with your familiar while trying to make ends meet. But it’s always good to have good friends like the little gremlin, ready to share a smile and a mug of something delicious when you need it. And it’s even nicer when when you’re feeling down and they surprise you with a tin of your favorite tin and some fresh sardines for your cat
The little gremlin is so happy! His cousin, the very famous detective and explorer tiny goblin, dropped by for an unexpected but very welcome visit before his next adventure 
The tiny goblin was assigned to investigate @Kitty’s mysterious subway door. His mission was a big success, at least that’s what he reported. But something tells me he won’t be invited to poker nights anymore
More fountain pen experiments. A group of quiet robots, patiently waiting in line. I think colored pencils work way better with this ink, but I do like the “rougher” look of the markers 
With The Lucky Gremlin Café being such a hit, poor Pancho the grocer might finally have to grudgingly admit he needs to get a bigger car. Delivering the little gremlin’s groceries is becoming a bit problematic 
Poor Antonio suddenly realized he should have listened to the little gremlin’s suggestion and ordered the gazpacho with a straw instead of the spaghetti carbonara
Mikey lost a contact lens somewhere this morning, and everybody at the little gremlin’s café is helping him look for it.
I wonder where it could have gone…
Sharing a quick and messy brain-dump sketch I did to shake things up a little inside my head. 
Today I was out running in the wee hours of the morning when suddenly a small dark shape came out from a hole in a wall and started running on the sidewalk in front of me. My brain immediately said “mouse” until, instead of dashing into the nearby shrubs as I was expecting, the little dark shape took off flying and disappeared among the treetops.
You can now blame that cognitive dissonance attack on my brain for this little fellow 
Today I had loads of fun forgetting about making “good art” and just letting my hand run wild on the paper. The idea of voluntarily making “ugly art” sounds weird and almost counterintuitive at first, but I found it incredibly liberating. So, while my obsessive, perfectionist, neuroweird brain lies tied up in a corner, here’s my little creative monster, taking its first wobbly steps into the sunlight 
The little gremlin’s cooking has turned him into a minor celebrity, which means he sometimes meets his fans in somewhat awkward situations
The deviled potato once again forgot to properly close one of its dimensional portals. In other news, the little gremlin has suddenly realized that, when it refers to itself as “a minor demon”, it’s not talking about hierarchy, but size.
