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So today I bring 3 different drawings. First a Demon Girl I made for a card contest Second, well... in the same contest, another user drew something, and so I drew that character but in my style and without it being chibi like the original xP Finally, a work in progress that is a retry of an older drawing. Some years ago I made a request thread and among the entries there was a Pokemon Gijinka of Omanyte. I'll start with posting the old/original version I made: and so this is the retry: These are all stuff I made today when I finally caught good weather and a good day off for this xP Only the last one I can modify based on any feedback I might get, but feel free to point out stuff from the other ones regardless for educational purposes~ xP

Update (will update OP once the drawing is fully finished ^^" )

←Previous Post -- Next Post→ Phase 11 -- Boundary Line Or: I Know I Made A Reference To “Starting Line” Last Week But Claire Literally Says “Start Line” Okay? I’m going to skip past the love dodecahedron portion of this week’s episode not because I don’t care about it -- again, it’s basically the one throughline this show has had for these first episodes and it does have to be there so later moments don’t feel like they’re coming out of nowhere -- but because talking about it wastes time and space I’d rather use on the plot of the episode itself. At least an actual move is being made here in Cheng-shin asking Ai out to dinner and not just a bunch of friends talking about their crushes. “Who is Claire Rondo?” This is the question the episode asks, and though it doesn’t come to a proper answer within the episode’s runtime, it’s the way the question is asked that is interesting. Most of the answers the show does provide are given an asterisk, like a “not really” appended to each of them. She’s part of Technora’s Control Section… but she’s more attached to Dolph than properly integrated into the rest of the section. She’s from El Tanika… but she moved to America at the age of eight and can’t even read the language. By the same token, she’s American… but, well, she finds more camaraderie in Temara and the people working at El Tanika’s burgeoning factory than anyone at Technora. The reason none of these are proper answers, of course, is that Claire doesn’t know herself. By the time she does come to any sort of realization and desire to reclaim her El Tanikan heritage, it’s already too late; Temara is taken away by INTO and exits the narrative. It should be noted that this is the second time that INTO as an organization is portrayed as a wholly antagonistic force. There is the implication of instability in El Tanika both in dialog -- Claire makes mention of it when wondering why Temara returned after getting his education in China (which does double duty in making Claire wonder why she didn’t return) -- and in the shots of the Tanikan factory making special emphasis on armed guards patrolling the entrance, but the factory isn’t destroyed by any of that. The factory is destroyed by INTO tanks. INTO is the show’s NATO analog, and I admit I don’t have great insight as to how far the parallels go between the two multinational pacts, but INTO is definitely portrayed not as the global unifying force that they present themselves as in the show, but as a military in service of the corporations that have been profiting off of space, destabilizing entire countries because it is useful to them. El Tanika’s space suit might have been useful to Technora in general and Debris Section in specific (remember each member of the section showed significant interest), but it was not useful to the corporate suits who certainly weren’t interested in anything outside one of the select few first-world countries. In his one moment of vulnerability at the end of the episode, Temera wonders “Why does it have to be this way? Up here, there are no boundaries. It’s just Earth.” And this obviously affects Claire, as it should because it’s her episode and she’s the one having doubts about her heritage, but we also get a shot of Hakim in this moment. It’s easy to miss, and easy to misinterpret as a reminder that he’s there at all, a blank, unfeeling face ready to take Temera away, but remember that he allowed the moment to happen in the first place. So the statement will have meaning for him, but it might take a bit for him to get there. -r Next Time: It’s taken us half the show, but we finally have a proper introduction to the show’s antagonists. ←Previous Post -- Next Post→

As the horned lizard went to ram into Ryia once more it let out a cry of pain. Reinaan's weapon buried into it around the shoulder and caused it to stagger into a halt. The weapon hadn't quite went into the side in the same spot as the other and so, when the thing angrily swung its body, it buried the weapon deeper but managed to push Reinaan back a bit in the process. The fear and pain addled animal proceeded to push harder in an attempt to face itself towards whatever had stabbed him so that it could ram into it and remove the pointy thing in its shoulder. Madelyn let out a breath as he saw things slowly getting less chaotic. But then she saw Lindow run off somewhere and narrowed her eyes. "Hey what do you think you're..." her voice trailed off and then she grumbled to herself as she started off towards him. Intent to make sure he didn't run off and leave them all behind. Meanwhile as Lindow got nearer to the mule the animal gave Lindow a judgemental look. Keres and Damien hadn't even noticed any of this. The beast was charging once more and, with a quick look between them, the two split off in opposite directions. The animal continued moving, not wanting to stop its charge, but it seemed unsure which way to go. Until it saw the light flash on Damien's blade. It didn't know for sure what it was but it had memory of things like that held by creatures like the man and knew they had a sharp sting. So it started towards Keres. The mage for her part figured this would happen and, once the beast chose its course, stopped moving. As it got closer she formed a sphere of water above her and, as it got nearer, swiftly flung it down and onto the beast's head. Suddenly being doused with water and experiencing all the pressure that came from it caused the creature's head to duck down and nearly slam into the dirt. Damien darted in then. Bringing his longer-than-normal sword down at the back of the beast's neck. Slicing most of the way through with one heavy swing. Pulling out with a grunt Damien swung again to finish decapitating the beast. "Such a shame." Damien muttered. "We should move." Keres responded. She was saddened to at the death of the creature. Especially as she hadn't seen the like before. But she knew that there was something worse coming. The noise was getting louder. Something crashing through the trees. And Keres could see off in the distance a large shape making its way for them. It would be here soon.

You're startlingly good at those creepy faces in the first one's cape

Quandary of Flesh "No, no, it's not the best and the worst. It's the best of the worst." A.C.E. rubbed its chin as it pondered Oru's answer. "Statement: So, it does get worse." Before A.C.E. could step further out of the cargo bay, there was a sudden escalation. The source was a distressed voice of one of their crew-mates, Spike. Upon further analysis, it appeared they were threatened and possibly angered. Having not known Spike long, A.C.E.'s subconscious study of the changes in their vocal patterns were not complete. More study was required. "Oi! You got a problem do ya? Come on over here and say it to my face so and I'll crack yer damn skull how bout that?" Secondary analysis revealed aggression and confidence. Many overlapping emotions only gave A.C.E. more questions than answers. Judging by the direction of Spike's face and the trajectory of their vision, A.C.E. concluded that Spike was directing her words to nearby male robots. They were not a model that A.C.E. had seen before, which in turn excited A.C.E. Needless to say, A.C.E. was not reading the situation with proper understanding of the social cues involved. "Excuse me? The only problem we've got is with your aggressive attitude," one of them replied. "Unless it's you that has a problem with us. Care to clarify?" A.C.E. could not determine the intention behind this robot's words. Though it had learned to analyze the speech of organic creatures, it had not done so with other robots. So, it instead turned its attention back to Spike to examine her response and increase its own understanding of speech as a whole. "Yeah, sure, don't think I didn't notice you lot gossiping over there like old ladies. C'mon nuts and bolts don't try and hide it now. You wanna fight dontcha? Think cause I'm smaller'n you that I'm gonna be scared huh?" A.C.E. rubbed their head silently as it posed an internal query to itself. "Query: Nuts and bolts?" "I guess you heard us, but not well enough. We were talking about what's taking those damned cargo inspectors so long to show up. Talking smack about and fighting the crews of other cargo ships would look bad on our report, and the Consortium works me hard enough as it is. No such rule about some banter on tardy inspectors though, is there?" A.C.E.'s emoticons formed a smile (^_^). "Okay. Fine. You weren't talkin shit. But you were looking like it, okay? Don't go lookin at folks all nasty-like if you're not talking about them." "That's a bit difficult when my face looks like this..." It would seem there had been an unintentional misunderstanding between Spike and these unknown units that Spike had dubbed 'Nasty Like'. Was this their assigned model name? A.C.E.'s attention was drawn away from the conversation however as another crew-mate approached and held a sign to A.C.E.'s face. It was Mandevilla, the sentient plant! It's species, the Kkekri, were one that A.C.E. studied for some time in their leisure time because of their different biological make-up from other sentient crew-mates aboard the Janissary. A.C.E. quite enjoyed Mandevilla's presence. He was a very considerate crew-mate. The sign posed a question which, to A.C.E.'s surprise and pleasure, was posed in its own respective mannerisms. "Query: May I have access to your last inventory of the ship and our current budget?" A.C.E.'s emoticons formed a smile (^_^) again. "Statement: I will supply you with the most recent inventory and budget statements." As the Robot and Kkekri moved to enter the ship, however, another, unfamiliar voice joined the conversation. "If your crew is re-evaluating its personal inventory, this seems as good a time as any to ensure the cargo you have on-board is what our messages from Earth promised," they said. Slithering on up to the Janissary was a pair of Sarvatti, relatively towering over botanical, mechanical, and mammalian crewmates alike. Hanging from their necks was a necklace with a badge hanging from it, signifying them as the cargo inspectors assigned by the local government to make sure everything was as listed, and there was no secret contraband aboard the ship. "We apologize for our delay," the other inspector said. "Despite the tardiness, rest assured the inspection of your cargo shall be brief, albeit thorough. I certainly hope you haven't been hiding away illegal firearms or anything of the sort." By his tone of voice, it was difficult to tell if that was a joke or not. "Where is the cargo stored on this ship, precisely? Solarian constructions are seldom uniform, and we would prefer to not report that we got lost inside a spaceship." A.C.E.'s emoticons were nonchalant once more. "Statement: Please follow me." It lead the inspectors inside the cargo bay.

Spikes confrontation with the robots had Mandevilla curious to say the least. It seemed she had assumed insult where none was intended. In that the plant could relate as the struggle of learning the mannerisms of the different races and cultures he encountered was always a tricky process. From what time he had spent with Spike thus far it shouldn't have alarmed the Kkekri when upon meeting her gaze so to speak, or at least as best he could with his flower, he was met with an aggressive question asking what his problem was. It was a curious question considering the plant didn't think he had a problem at the moment but then the way she had said it did seem to imply she wasn't necessarily looking for an answer. That didn't stop the plant from scribbling another message on one of his holo-screens for her. "I am well though lacking in certain organic compounds for my experiment. If there is to be no altercation perhaps we should take stock of the ship's supplies with A.C.E. and see what might be sold to us here." the message read. No questions this time, something of a rare occurrence but not unheard of. Still, Mandevilla had a long way to go when it came to reading Spike correctly. Whether or not she wished to accompany him he would make his way toward the captain and resident robot of the Janissary, all the while scribbling another message for A.C.E. "Query: May I have access to your last inventory of the ship and our current budget?" it read in a style similar to how Mandevilla had observed A.C.E. speak. Replicating the robot's speech with it had been at first some mixture of a joke and honest curiosity though eventually the Kkekri simply found the exchanges the two had in this style to be among the most concise in the ship. The directness of it all was somewhat satisfying. This message would come into A.C.E. and Oru's view when Mandevilla felt he wasn't interrupting them.

Scout "Welcome to Bekkik, everyone. The best worst place in the Galactic Union" Scout exited the entry hatch of the Janissary, the dry grass crunching under their bare feet. The morning sunlight and warm desert air was quite refreshing to the lycanform, who sat down and began to look around the barren fields that surrounded them. "Well, it's way better than Pluto at least. An actual atmosphere, wildlife, heat, not being examined every minute of the day... this place is great!" Scout watched some small, bug-like creatures scuttling around the edges of the platform with a look of wonder in their eyes. The critters fascinated them, as did the various people walking around the port. Then a pang of thirst hit Scout's throat, and they turned to Oru. "Hey, Oru... do you mind if I head inside the port for a bit?"