|I draw what I draw what I draw.|
|This is my picture collection! It's like a scrapbook except I forget what all I've faved since I've first started here...|
I decided I needed to do a color study for that watercolor I’m trying to do
Maybe I’ll start painting it today we’ll see
Not 100% on these colors but I we'll see haha
So a while back I was hanging out with @weirdcitysights and we went to the Lego Store and we made some Legos so she gets design credit for Puanani and Jim and I designed Masami. We also tossed some background ideas back and fourth about Puanani and Jim but she gave them to me for the Stultifera Navis and I’m so sorry this has taken so long I’ve been in a Pit of Depression since… it looks like mid-October when I just halted Inktober, hahahaha welp
Anyway info under the cut
Masami (and Airi)
Masami doesn’t trust people. She has crippling social anxiety, and that’s where her service dog, Airi, enters the picture, and helps her cope with day to day life, if she leaves her room. Masami is also a brilliant biologist. Her dislike of people and her love of animals lead to a sort of Dr.-Moreau-esque experiment she performed on herself to bring herself closer to Airi. It might have worked. No one can really tell, as she and Airi were inseparable before, and her disposition towards people hasn’t changed a jot. The ears, though, the ears are new.
Puanani is Kealoha’s aunt who favors old tech and also wears a power crystal, HOW ODD. She has all the dirt on everything, her arm is prone to falling apart. I mean the hand is pens and pencils and is held together by masking tape and rubber bands and who knows what else. Sheer girt and pure determination, probably. She and Efua don’t exactly see eye to eye since Efua is very much a “shiny new tech when I can be bothered to make some” and Puanani is “old tech is my life and is constantly working on something.” Of course Puanani has an ace up her sleeve…
Jim’s name is “A Boy Named Sue” as his parents didn’t quite understand how the song and name worked. Of course explaining that would be bad enough, but it turns into a sort of “Who’s on First” routine and so he just goes by Jim, now and forever. He’s the communications officer for the Stultifera Navis. He grew up with a HAM radio and while he’s a grimmer fellow now, having seen his share of Not Nice Things, he still loves his radio.