#boogarts

OHOHO WELL THEN

2) A long long time ago I couldn’t imagine going out without a set of pencils, charcoals, dip pens and microns, a majority of which I’d never ever use. Mobility and specialization has whittled it down to the below, stored in a plastic sleeve that once held copic Fineliners.

Now only two of those fineliners are still in use, a 0.3 and a 0.8, one micron 0.5, two different brushpens (one Pentel and one, I think, sumi), an architects mechanical pencil because I’ve gotten so reliant on the things I cant use a real wood-and-lead pencil to save my life anymore, and two recent acquisitions that have become the pride of my set; a pen full of white ink, finally properly opaque white ink, that can be used to detail and correct on my spot-blacks, and a g-nib fountain pen for fine lines, both of which came with very japanese instructions that I dont understand a word of. Those two and the pentel have rapidly become my go-tos for inking, with the copics and micron only busted out if my hand starts shaking too much for good inkfllow. Yay for healthy work habits!

3) Depending what you think counts? Either this tentacle elf:

Or this In-progress page of Lax:

Either way, both are laxiverse-related and are part of things I hope to debut at the end of my comic’s hiatus! I’ve been a bit overfocused on it to be honest, so I might try to devote a little more time every week to some of my side projects just so my work doesn’t get stale. ““Arnie animator drew cartoon rabbits, because drawing cartoon rabbits paid, but then he couldn’t break the habits that drawing cartoon rabbits made.” No worries though, this is a good few pages into the backlog so even with time put into other things, the revamp of Lax Legends should go on schedule!

9) Oh golly, my OCs. That... could very well take hours, so how about I go on about one of my favorites, without giving any spoilers. Richard Trochowfski has been dead for over ten years, and has yet to get completely comfortable with it. Bitter, sardonic and prone to depressive funks, Richard holds nearly every opinion I had about human nature and social interaction that I did at age 14. Seeing as I thought him up at this age, this has over the years gone from a strength to very much a character flaw. The realization that you used to be kind of a little shit is embaressing for most folks when they get older, but the day I realized that this character was basically a fossilized version of what my teenage self admired was the day he became the most fun to write.

Richard is, as a person, very much a little shit. He’s had his share of trauma and isn’t without his positive qualities, but the first thing to come to the fore about him is the way he shoves others away, snubs attempts to be nice to him and picks fights for no reason other than his own perpetual bad mood. He occasionally manages to direct his infinite supply of scorn and belligerence at someone who deserves it, but his criteria to do so is equally likely to catch random passerby, close friends, and at times street signs or trash cans. When he does want to do a kindness for someone else he usually tries to find ways of concealing the gesture, partially due to his own issues with vulnerability and partially because after he’s spent so much time being an asshole to everyone being optimistic feels somehow counterproductive, a betrayal of his previous bitter, cynical self that he needs to “trick” himself into doing.

There was a supermarket called Boogart's ? Seriously .

So, I've been on a DnD 3.5 kick and came up with a massively fun character to play, but have nobody to run a game.

She's a thri-kreen merchant from the Chitinous desert, a land of mostly insectoid creatures that until recently had no contact with the outside world. She was shocked to find out that the other intelligent races of the world were so different from her people, having never even seen a mammal bigger than a squirrel, but eagerly struck out across these new lands to forge alliances and establish trade routes with these strange, soft persons and their cultures that filled the great wide world.

As time has gone on, this has been difficult. While back in her home desert she was considered something of a knockout (and that is a comment on her looks, not her skills as a Monk), out in the wider world people seem to find her people's appearance monstrous and terrifying, necessitating that she spend much of her time wearing a mask and concealing clothes lest she be attacked on sight. She's been told her voice sounds elven, so she simply lets people assume and doesn't correct them unless the ask.

What's been more alarming is the people of the outside world's impression on her, though. As she's traveled she's noticed every new people she encounters, dwarves or elves or humans or orcs, all seem to fit a certain template. Two eyes, two arms, two legs, one head. Roughly similar noses and ears in the same placement. Soft skin. Bones on the inside. More magic users, no psionics. She generally cant even tell the difference between humans and elves until someone mentions something and orcs, who are supposed to be so monstrous, simply strike her as tall, beardless, angry dwarves, no more terrifying than gnomes with their doublespeak and tiny fingers... In all the world, outside of her desert, she has found nothing like her people. The merchant used to fear that the gods did not have a plan for the world. She has begun to worry that they do... And her people will have no place in it.