Salt and pepper squids
What's the haps LJ?
Well you can't respond so I'm just gonna talk at you for a bit. Wait. I don't think I actually have anything good to say.
Um.
Here is a picture.
NO
WAIT, here is another picture of something that I discovered in my crap book
AHAHAHAHA LOOK AT THEIR FACES. I vaguely remember this, like vaguely. I guess I was trying to sketch them quickly and without thinking, just to see what the outcome would be because I always over-think faces and I almost always hate them when I'm done. Obviously I then decided to cover up the inhumanity of my monstrosities with a scrub of pink pen. Because that obviously makes them more human.
So I then completely forgot about it all and months later (yesterday) came across it and laughed for a good 30 seconds in the manner of someone simultaneously amused and horrified.
BONES' HAIR AND JIM'S DUMB HICK FACE AND CHEKOV'S GAP TOOTH.
Just LOOK.
Also, doesn't Chekov's hair look like it's crawling up the back of his skull and over his forehead? It is sentient my friend.
Here is something that is purely horrifying (as in sans humour):
It's the 'pleased-to-see-you', beaten to death, corpse of one Pavel Andreievich Chekov. Something that I obviously couldn't resist scribbling over. And he's obviously wearing a wig made of string.
During the process of its creation, I discovered that my beloved Berol reacts negatively to my beloved COPIC Ciao and that no amount of pleading can prevent flesh coloured pens from running out. That's when I resorted to biro and that's where I kind of lost the plot.
And probably a little bit of my will to live.
As I last ditch attempt at regaining some levity I added the quote "Vitamins please, 'Karu?". Which isn't actually as funny as it seemed at the time, because you can tell by the boy's eyes that he has no soul.
So I managed to make Pavel 'smooshy face' Chekov into a monster.
Clearly I have some psychological complications that screamed their way out through my fingers from their repressed corners and channelled themselves into those few pages. I'm a little surprised that I don't have more trippy nightmares.
But the upside is that, on the adjacent page is an aborted attempt at combining Spock and Britney Spears. One day I will create that image.
And it will be glorious.
Effing. Glorious.