Dar, The Plugbear 🪶 (WAITLIST OPEN)

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Your friendly neighborhood bugbear He/Him, Disaster Bisexual Icelandic/Haudenosaunee (Reconnecting) Remember: be punk; be kind. COMMISSIONS: https://vgen.co/the_plugbear TIP THE ARTIST: https://ko-fi.com/theplugbear

𝓛𝓪 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪

The woman is from the Theocratic City-States of the Northeastern Cradle, her pigmentation pattern being highly irregular, her people, called Apikuu in Kwamodaa, typically have darker pigmentation in a relatively even distribution around the eyes and on the appendages.
The man is likely Apikwam, from somewhere in the Isles off the West coast. His people are adept sailors and traders.

Aside from their noticeably tiny size they differ from the baseline in their long tails, large ears, and very robust hips and legs. Moreover they have an unusually good mana sense, allowing them to very easily read the emotional states of others or sense the presence of life around them.

They maintain a number of basal features such as the full length tail and the unusual dentition of their ancestors, their prominent upper canines giving them a pseudo "sabretooth".

It is, frankly, a fucking mess of a system with generations upon generations of baggage born of it evolving out of a system of accounting and record keeping using logograms.

a very much belated piece.
Items include"
- Bow
- Quiver (monster ivory)
- Example arrow
- Snow googles
- Small knife
- Hunting knife
- Fur Satchel
- Ivory smoking pipe
- Kelutviaq (a traditional Yup'ik instrument)

Anthropomorphic black manx smoking a phat blunt

a dubious little creature plotting her dastardly schemes from the safety of her dark sanctum

She's armed!

Continents, running clockwise from the top:
Petralia covers the north
Campestria sits in the middle of the southern hemisphere
Frigia reaches the Southern arctic
Arcadia covers the southwest

The blessed stinky baben cretchur in question.

Ouuu...

Happy Valentines, have this neat fish

I wanted to practice bodyfat and more heavyset fem bodytypes, that combined with the idea of bronze age astronomers with Galilean telescopes and now we have this lil lady, who I'm quite fond of/

a distant cousin of the Boneheads of The Cradle, the easiest way to think of these fellas is "Wooly Mammoth Fused with Triceratops". They move in grand grazing herds across the south, their thunderous steps and ravenous appetites keeping the south a vast swath of cold grassland.

These fellas are sorta the equivalent of a wildebeest or wild cow, albeit a bit ornerier. Good eats tho.

The Short-Horn Yop of The Isles (Yops Parvakeras), common to the conifer forests which speckle the mountains.
A goblin (Gobo Sophos) for scale

Winemom lounging, I think I wanted to try a new pose and practice cloth physics, I succeeded in one of those.

Pose 1:
An evening walk & a doodle on wax.
Pose 2: A song in her clan's tavern, to raise the soul of all present
Items:
- A bag for seeds & bulbs
- A small wooden trowel
- Seeds of herbs
- Her Iiwahokwa, a type of lute
- Wax tablet & bone stylus
- A small & large Tuk, a starchy tuber from the garden
- An fine bronze knife, a sign of favor with the high-houses.

The first of what was a flurry of sketches of Gobocene fish, the genus Oscalvarii (lovingly called "Boneheads") are a sub-group of the family Osiidae, one of the most common types of fish in the setting. They're funky lil fellers, and VERY diverse, honestly if I was better at phylogeny I'd probably have them broken up even more, but eh.
Hopefully the end of my unwanted hiatus.

A hunter from the Great Steppe, a very average male specimen.

A noblewoman with a woven fan

Wanted to add Honey to the Gobocene project in some form, so now we got this funny lil feller. Midu is literally the word for "Honey" with the feminine suffix attached (Mid + u). Also, yes, I did have to put this many triangles and if you try to stop me I'LL PUT MORE IN, DAMNIT

I was going to do the highlights on the hair but then I was several days late so I just said fuckit and cleaned up what I had

Getting back to digital doodling, kinda went ham on this

He wears a colorful kilt & sash as a sign of his clan's skill as traders, the bright red tailfeathers of a wetland squork adorn his hair and display his bravery.

She's an accountant and very proud of her people's culture.

Poplar’s coziest flop

the hood flaps with their ears

I've not had a kind life. the more I learn about other folks the clearer that seems. Violence and I have a weird relationship, I guess. Boxing being just about the only sport I excelled at, but the reasons for me doing it were always toxic: to vent my rage, to seek approval I'd never get, to get respect from people who hated me for existing, that shit. I used to brawl a lot too, especially as a kid. Me and my friends would get into these dumbass fistfights with kids in the woods behind my shitty suburban rental home for the privilege of hanging out under an old oak tree surrounded by scrap metal and a giant ring of excavated dirt.
Often times when I think about how I grew up, and how I hurt people, how I was good at hurting people, I feel 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬, and I guess that's what this piece is about.
I've been angry a lot lately, the righteous sort of anger that comes from being cooped up while fascists march in the open, not being able to do anything about it for fear of running out of money, and that righteous fury turns to quiet rage, despair, and I feel 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 again.

SIGNATURE LOOK OF SUPERIORITY

I swear this has been the bane of my existence for months now but we finally DID it