I Have Been Doodling A Lot Recently In The Margins Of My Notes At Work. Figured I Might As Well Join

‪So listen. I’ve had this song stuck in my head for two days now because of this tweet. Look what they have done.‬

harpy girls. harp e-girls…..

Another entry from the Stupid Dream Diary.  I saved the dumbest for last: my affordable-healthcare-as-a-self-employed-person nightmare. ————————— Lackadaisy is on Patreon - there’s extra stuff!

I did a Kobold Base! If you’ve ever wanted to create a Kobold for your adventure, now it’s the time: Link to Purchase: https://gum.co/KoboldBase Thank you for your support! <3

Text: I saw a man get struck by four different bolts of lightning, and stand up. “Family drama,” he muttered as he spotted me, rolling his eyes. 

its gonna

For those who like silly artists who also love martial arts. Give this one a looksee.

Oh!

Hey budoka and fitness buddies! I’ve had several people in the community approach me about martial arts & fitness related drawings- it’s super fun for me to work on things like that, as it basically combines two of the things I love most in life! When i can I like to draw stuff on the fly and for free- but time is pretty short these days and so, incidentally, is money! I am opening several slots for commissions of that variety this week. Wanna see yourself as a badass anime character? Or maybe you just want one of your favourite characters giving you a little bit of motivation? I’m your Pants!

Interested? Cool, have a sample/price list: sketches/simple lineart-10$:

Chibi, flat colours with basic shading- 15$:

One shot/short comics. B&W- 25$:

single waist up, full colour- 25$ :

full shot, full colour- 30$ and up :

You’ll get a 300dpi version of the image and big sloppy thank you from yours truly ;D WHY PANTS WHY ARE YOU DOIN THIS???

I am heading out to a comic convention in the month of May. Trips like this are an out of pocket expense for me. As it would happen, I’ve also got a handful of karate clinics I need to attend as well.  Needless to say, it’s gonna be a “tight on the budget” kinda month!  I am hoping to acquire some of the necessary funding in this way. If you’re interested send me a message, and I will provide you with art to make you smile and get you amped up to work out!! Thanks for stopping by and, as usual, Happy Training!

Going to try 30 minute spit painting as warm-ups. I’m realizing my dependency on brushes needs to be minimized a bit.

Row of lights was the theme. I don’t think I emphasized the theme enough and probably could have done so with higher contrast. Next time I’ll do better!

"Well, we started late anyway. One More Round, GO!"

When there's a minute left in class and my instructor thinks we can still fit a workout in

And I’m standing there like

Day 3 - Bait

Prompt: Bait

Title: Take the bait

The media had gathered for the weigh-ins for each competitor. Massive rigs designed to accurately measure the monstrous competitors, constructed from modified shipping cranes. It was here that the press could get their first look at the opponents and read their energies. Most of the time, it was a noble meeting between two strong warriors. Like the two stepping off the scales now. Cassidy Quake slipped his ARMORFLEX T-Shirt on to take a promotional shot with his newest challenger. The two flexed and traded confident smiles. The cameras flashed, and they went their separate ways.

Simple, civil, easy.

But such is not always the case. And certainly not for the next competitor.

Raptor strut out to the weigh-in stage. The newcomer had struck the scene like a comet, showering the KFL scene with glittery drama and chaos. His massive jacket, covered in rhinestones that spelled out his name, trailing behind him, he sauntered up to his rig. He raised his fists in the air.

“Hello, losers.” He called out and ran a hand through the spines on his head, made up to look like a radioactive mohawk.

Opposite him, his opponent entered. The hot-headed Rawhide was a barbaric minotarus fighter, known for the merciless beatdown of his opponents. He saw the bedazzled Raptor and gave an agitated grunt.

They stripped down and stepped on their scales. A number tumbler hanging over each scale clacked out their individual weight. In order to brawl at the Monstrous weight class, they had to make it under a certain weight. When the numbers finally stopped, the officiator at the center of the stage squinted at Rawhide’s total. He shook his head. The bullheaded kaiju growled through gritted teeth, glaring at the official.

“Aww, what a shame.” Raptor said, shaking his head, “Maybe ya’ll oughta keep off them barbecues, pahrdner.” He put enough drawl into his words that his jaw threatened to slack off his head.

Rawhide glanced down at his gut, but in doing so, spotted the scaly tail pressing down on his scale. The offending limb whipped back to Raptor’s side, and he glanced around innocently.

The officiating security robos shifted from their stations to get within tackling range of the kaiju fighter that was visibly shaking from bottled rage. But the hot-headed fighter had been warned of the prodding of opponents and slowly counted in his head to calm his emotions. The bots stepped back.

Rawhide settled back on the scale and heaved a hot breath through his nose. The officiator jotted down the correct weight and nodded to the competitors.

Raptor watched Rawhide regain control of his emotions and frowned to himself. He’d need something to push his opponent over the edge. One last push. He didn’t want to have to dig this deep. But he’d be damned if he was going to try and take on this guy without an edge.

The two competitors faced off for the photo op. Within intimate distance of Rawhide, Raptor gave a cocky smirk and said, just quietly enough for his opponent to hear.

“Say, is your daughter still single?”

Everything happened in an instant. Rawhide roared in rage and drew his giant, meaty fist back. The security bots pounced on the fighter. The resounding sound of meat on steel clattered through the weigh-in stage. The security bots struggled to hold the rage beast in place. Rawhide’s shaking fist mere inches from Raptor’s smug grin. The reptilian fighter, for his part, had not shifted an inch at the attack. He turned and left the stage while the security bots struggled to keep the flailing, wailing, raging fighter from going totally off the rails. The media trolls would have a field day with this chaos, as they usually did with Raptor’s antics.

In the prep room set up beside the weigh-in stage, Raptor confidently stepped inside and gently closed the door behind him.

“How’d it go, tough guy?” His coach, a giant mothman, asked.

Raptor turned back to face him, then promptly let his knees give out as he collapsed to the floor. He put a hand to his chest, feeling his heart rapidly pounding against his chest. He fought to get his breathing under control. 

“Just as planned,” Raptor said at last. He struggled but managed to put a smirk on his face, “He took the bait.”