Raw scans of today’s WIP.
Inks on the bottom of the current page. Reminding his daughter about providing birth control after she’s reached her third trimester might not be the parental responsibility flex Sam thinks it is, but he’s trying.
Raw scans of today’s WIP.
That one big panel from yesterday inked, with three smaller ones roughed out in 4h. I may someday go back to non-photo blue, but this day is not that day, as Aragorn will tell you.
Raw scans of today’s WIP.
A left hand stack of intro close-ups, inked, with the intro splash left in pencils, on the top part, of the first page, of Part Nineteen. (Whole lotta commas.)
Being coddled so much that you turn into an egg is a real concern, that’s where coddled eggs come from.
Raw scans of today’s WIP.
Completed inks on the middle their, which finishes off the current page. The place Larry bought the booze is more of a grocery store than a party store, but colloquialisms will colloquialize.
Raw scans of today’s WIP.
Finished inks on the top of the current page. The thing about new ink is, you’re not used to the drying time, so things get rather smeary. Anyhow, I’ve only ever bought booze for an underage chick once, and I really did try to give her change back.
Raw scans of today’s WIP.
Just the outro and title (well second half thereof) banner along with some roughs on the bottom panel tier. What can I tell you, the spacing and exact phrasing of the second half thereof took up more time and effort than you’d think just to look at it.
Raw scans of today’s WIP.
Completed inks on the bottom of the current. Who among us has not bought liquor for an underage girl and found ourselves disappointed and ashamed by the sleazebag company we found ourselves in?
Raw scans of today’s WIP.
Inks over yesterday’s pencils. I quit smoking long enough ago that drawing someone lighting a cigarette feels unnatural, which I suppose is some sort of benchmark.
Raw scans of today’s WIP.
I didn’t get past pencils today, but got 2/3rds (More like 4/9ths, actually) of a page done, so whatevs. Larry's doing fine, he’s just having one of those lifetimes.
Raw scans of today’s WIP.
TFW when you realize you’ve been using a paper you absolutely hate only after inking the first panel, and so will have to do it all again tomorrow. I mean, I also mowed the lawn but that more of an immediate, rather than long term, goal.
Raw scans of today’s WIP.
Inks on yesterday’s pencils. Sam’s an unreliable narrator, so anyone who tries balsam because they’re hoping for a more mild flavor than tequila is going to be very disappointed.
Raw scans of today’s WIP.
Finished pencils and a few more inks on the current page. Sometimes the world presents you with the perfect opportunity to correctly use the term gruntle, and you know doing so will cause you more trouble than it’s worth, but you just can’t help yourself.
Raw scans of today’s WIP.
Mostly pencils, some inks on the top of the final page, along with the outro of Lily revealing the location of the wild goose she sent Zeke chasing. And yes, I’ve actually had a hole that big in my jacket pocket, so there.
Raw scans of today’s WIP.
Inks on the bottom of the current page. Look, Faye doesn’t drink that much, she just ties one on from time to time. Also, calling her a functional alcoholic might rather severely overestimate the level of her functionality to begin with.
Raw scans of today’s WIP.
Inks on the top half of the current page. I have to do the Erica Superhero Wedding story first, but I’m already laying the groundwork for one that ends in Lily. Bullying. Everyone. Into. It.
We’ll get there eventually.