March 2019

Inspirational quote for you, there.

ETA: Fuu I finished this last night with my blue-filter switched on, and the colours got all effed up. Tried to fix it a bit this morning in the blue light of day. 

Hyperion: a series of massive self-owns, but in yellow. 

So…we left Team Smooth in front of Pickle’s TV while we went to watch Finland’s UMK stream. The intro involved a giant cat with eye beams, hovering over a stage full of people who were:

     i) singing about cats 

    ii) pushing a giant cat, and 

    iii) coming out of the arse of a giant cat.  

So I drew this. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time??

In other news, that show header is just crying out to be turned into some kind of super-awkward TPS team portrait: 

Great news, everyone: The AI that serves up ad content based on our tumblr tags has not yet achieved sentience!

I was reading @oodlyenough‘s post about Sasha and Rhys travelling the galaxy, and it somehow resulted in this. 

There’s an un-fun way to invalidate the warranty on a huge and expensive space station, and then there is the fun way. Just saying. 

While I’m deeply embracing some cyber Rhack feels here, I admit it does also look like Jack might be fattening Rhys’s hair like a christmas goose until those front wisps get through that difficult to handle stage. Vaughan sneaks into Rhys’s bedroom each night, and razors half a millimetre off his hair just in case. 

Post-BL2: A growing boy, and his proud but slightly bleeding auntie. Say what you like about Lilith, she doesn’t let open wounds interfere with her appreciation of a heckin cute killer birb.

(Based on that DLC scene where Lilith is praising little Talon’s cuteness even as the sweet babe draws literal blood, and on @breesophiebree on twitter who really likes to peck her human friend in the nose.)

Attempt at a Fiona. This is the vault hunting equivalent of holding a buttercup under your chin: Just grab that chunk of eridium ore and jam it right under your face, and if it lights up you’re totally green to go throwing yourself into mortal peril. [Disclaimer: may not accurately reflect the advisability of throwing yourself into mortal peril.]

Landscape time. I dragged an under-leveled Axton to Lynchwood so I could camp and sketch this spot on the tablet without altering my active saves. This is a totally sensible thing to do instead of going outside to draw real things in the fresh air. No regrets (except going over the empty panel with the P of Pandora.)

I was staring at @tomiyeee‘s amazing Handsome Jack hair reference post . For some reason this led to making a crude plasticine model of said hair to see just how long those front bits really are. This is definitely a normal thing to do.

As you can see, I’ve obtained these highly scientific results.  Hot assassin tip: steal this guy’s shower cap.

THIS IS WHAT COMMITMENT LOOKS LIKE, RHYS!

I…I added Global Hypercolor. 

(original version)

Some Angel, because a weapon and a warrior aren’t the same thing.

After spending way, way too long drawing scenery while listening to Nisha’s idle lines: “Don’t you understand, Nisha needs that sandwich for her boss fight! Let her have the sandwiiiiich! Don’t let it fall! Jack, shut up about the stupid vaults and whether or not it’s technically ‘choking’ or ‘strangulation’ and deal with this serious sandwich situation!!!” 

Please…just, someone make Nisha a sandwich. 

I found a nice place to sit and draw the view without suffocating. 

Audible in background: Nisha craving a sandwich again. Please issue a sandwich holster.

Re-specced and rocking the Gothiest skins we could find, it’s time for Timothy to deploy his innate action skill.

Me: I guess I could finish up that Rhack pic with the bad Blake joke in it…

Me, convincingly: Yes, I could but … ohhh no I accidentally spilled this big bucket of weird cyber stuff AALLLL over it. 

(BTW, I love that bit in TFTBL where the Jack-opedia just casually points out that Jack basically backdoored his own brain and the echo eye now slurps verbalised thoughts straight out of his brain and shoves them into Rhys’s face without conscious intervention…and Rhys’s reaction to this gaping security vulnerability/yet another reason for Jack to stab his brains out … is to look at some mushrooms oh my god you dastardly criminal genius, Rhys.)

Added a little something to Jack’s hellscape here on my shelf.

(Spot the true power-usurping, backstab-with-a-smile, villainous wielder of badass cyborg minions in this image. Hint: she’s got great hair and had a space station shaped like a big cheerio.)

Team Smooth are on holiday together instead of 2000km apart. @elsublog brought me this sweet loot from Tampere Kuplii - if someone recognises the artist, please give a wave or let us know who it is.

Timothy and Athena super ready for action here. Any minute now Jack is going to get his hearts desire with zero drawbacks, give us a big pot of gold and a pony each, and use the vault’s immense wealth to build ballpits for orphans. Oh boy, I can’t wait!

Hahah, just kidding. We’re screwed. Don’t do Vaults, kids.