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Re: the WIP ask game
Stranded and Scales!
Oh dear XD okay sry I’ve been a bit busy today it’s mah bday
okay so please please don’t judge me, but Stranded is based on a dream I had a long time ago.
so stranded is set sometime after Valkyrie and before Failure mode, except things have calmed down enough for the governments on earth to form a sort of internship program for college students to shadow the crew on Valkyrie. Don’t ask questions if somethings doesn’t add up, it’s a dream. So in the dream, I was a part of the internship program and was shadowing one of the engineers.
We were on a sort of routine check in with a Kristang relay station a couple light years away from a planet habited by a Kristang training facility for young warriors. Skippy had a mircorwormhole set up to monitor that planet. I had befriended Skippy and quickly became his favorite intern, bc well I mean I sung with him voluntarily. I was walking to his man cave to show him a new painting I had made, when something attacked the ship. We were just floating about in space while Skippy ransacked the relay station. The ship was sliced apart, like they were trying to cut Skippy out of the ship. Skippy, panicking and trying to save who he could on this side of Valkyrie, focused on the microwormhole and dumped a shit ton of his own power into it, managing to expand it into an unstable wormhole that connected to the atmosphere of the planet, a couple people were sheared to bits by the micro wormhole, but the parts of the ship that was cut off nearest to Skippy passed through and was dumped into the sky of the planet. The rest of the ship was being bombarded by whoever attacked and Valkyrie managed a chaotic jump away while the couple of us on the little piece with Skippy plummeted down. Skippy cut that microwormhole off and opened a new one to dump us lower near the ground into a tumble. Effectively stranding us on the planet. It was me, one other person and Skippy, but the other person got shot later on, so it was just me and Skippy on the planet being hunted by fanatic, young, moronic lizards. Don’t judge me. It was a dream. I thought it was cool 😭
Okay Scales dang it’s been a long while. It’s a bit incoherent but the basic gist is the main character is some sort of hybrid of an Angel (a Kellkie) and a human. And each human has a guardian angel and a demon that watches and influences their circumstances, but the main character (Opal’s) Kellkie died when she was young, leaving the demon (a Kellus named Amon) to become her “guardian angel” of sorts. It’s a bit lame but I thought it was cool a couple years ago XD I’m sure it’s been done before so I didn’t really flesh it out too much.
anywho, there u go :3
First drawing on my new iPad!! I love procreate 😭 def an upgrade from my Microsoft janky tablet
Joe looks bad but that’s bc I’m still working figuring procreate out 🤣
So the gif is crashing tumblr every time I try to upload it so here you go
I had needed a test subject for an animation, and now Skippy is gonna hate me
Semi Spoopy Skippy
YOOO THE ART IS GORGEOUS. AHHHHHHH
EXFOR CONTENNNTTTT!!!!!
Fun with avatars! (Art by rúe moon!!)
Foca and Skippy occasionally "fight", much to the amusement of the crew.
Fun facts about Foca's avatar!:
- larger than Skippy's, obviously
- it likes very much to put it on people; treats it like a real extension of itself
- if not on someone, may "swim" through the air
Also, if it's actively monitoring a specific room or area, the holo will be there. It has an idle sleep animation if not currently being puppeted.
GUYS! LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT HOW CUTE NERT TURNED OUT
this Billby doodle is everything
I love exfor too much
I’m so glad dad listed to exfor in the car, Skippy hooked me and I started listening to it on my own. Skippy and the merry band of pirates have progressed me so much in my art abilities and skills. I’ve grown and learned exponentially since the 2022 early 2023 when I first heard and started drawing characters and species from exfor. My ability to draw facial features better, my shading, my expressions and body language, lighting, color theory, proportions, animals, hair styles, depth, clothes etc. without exfor I’d still be stuck way at a skill level insanely below the one I’m at. That’s a huge part of why I think Exfor will stay with me for a long time.
BOOM.
GIFFED IT
YOOO!!! SHE LOOKS GREAT!! AHHHHH
Alcohol markers??
Anyway. Early books Adams.
Still working on the designs for everyone else. Love them💕
Soooo I got Stranded up on Ao3!
edit:
If there’s inconsistency within the timeline I’m sorry (not really sorry) I’m not sure where to put this book wise
it’s also got some wild mini plot lines (like the plant exposure) it’s the unmedicated adhd bear with me
*coughs*
Some more of mer skippy 🎉🎉 I tried my best with the colors on the traditional drawing but I only had 12 options so-
Reblogging this again bc I cannot get over the proud dad button I love it so much I need more art from you
This is how this bit went right???
Random doodles!
Guys should I watch Gravity Falls???
okayyy but fair warning I drew this a year ago so Skippy looks weird
Doodle of vacation dinner Margaret:
plus a bonus joe:
Guess who finally got into Gravity Falls??
GASP
G A S P
G. A. S. P.
Doodle of vacation dinner Margaret:
plus a bonus joe:
I have an interesting AU idea for exfor, where Bishop and Skippy essentially switch bodies (canister and human) by elder intervention. If yall r interested I’ll write it out, here’s a super rushed written concept for it. Bear with me it’s really bad and weirdly written. I’ll fix it up later.
Body swap
The Elder’s arrogant laughter echoed around the bridge of Valkyrie as Bishop dove for Skippy’s canister. Electricity arced across the surface of the can, Bishop ignored the warnings and cry’s of his crew, focusing only on the pain Skippy must be feeling.
His fingertips brushed the can, electricity splashed up his arm as he grabbed the can. Searing heat scorched his palm, blinding white light filled his vision and all went dark.
Skippy’s mind raced to fight against the Elder. His matrix slowly being pulled apart. He was dying, being ripped into pieces and reassembled. He vaguely noticed Bishop’s outstretched hand. Skippy tried to scream. He tried to warn his friend to get away. He felt the flesh hit his canister.
He felt connected, as if his mind was melding into Bishop’s. He saw his friend’s concern for him, his courage his terror his anxiety. Skippy suddenly felt the crushing weight of responsibility that Bishop felt. Skippy found his thoughts wandering over to Adams. He suddenly felt a deep adoration for her. And a level of protectiveness and respect he had never felt about her before. White light filled Skippy’s sensors.
He disconnected. He couldn’t feel anything. His control his power his subminds all gone.
His hand hurt.
Hand? He didn’t have a hand. He had a canister. Not a hand. Heat swelled in him. He hurt. Everything hurt. It was loud. He felt dry air and the smell of burning plastic touch him.
The deck moved, or did he move?
Simms rushed over to her commander, his bloodied hand dropped Skippy and the canister rolled across the deck. The Elder still laughing, her voice filling not only the air but their minds, their very being. She caught Bishop, he had gone limp. She brushed her sweaty hair out of her face, tears of frustration, rage, terror and horror streamed down her cheeks.
“Colonel? Sir! What was that? Are you okay?”
His face contorted, as if he wasn’t sure how to move. His mouth opened and closed, gasping raggedly for breath. He blinked, staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open. The lights were blinding, how was he not squinting? Did the electricity damage his brain?
“Uh- Simms? I can’t get ahold of Skippy-“ Billby spoke, snapping the crew out of their shock.
The Elder inhaled, then chuckled.
“See you soon.” It hissed before its presence was lifted.
Everyone let out a breath they had been holding, and chaos broke loose. Medics rushed in, treating burns and sprains, Colonel Smythe took over at Simm’s approval. She stayed with Bishop, whose eyes became frantic. He made a strangled sound, trying to speak. He lifted his arm and reached out to her like a child would. She took his good hand and tried helping him up.
“Sir? Bishop?” She frowned, studying him closely.
He blinked again, his expression contorted in pain.
“B-bish-no” he sounded his words out. Panicked. Shakily. “No- no no no”
Tears welled up in his eyes, he looked scared, like he couldn’t tell what was happening to them.
“Sir? Can you understand me?”
“Sim-simms- Simms-“ he stuttered, glancing around, his body trembling.
“Got him!” Billby cried out on the speakers. “Uh- well sort of. Skippy’s matrix looks..it doesn’t look like him. Unless he significantly changed it. It doesn’t feel like-“
The speakers cut out, then cut back in, the ship’s computer’s started to short out, random icons being pushed, the display cutting in and out.
“What-“ Billby expressed, shock in his tone as the crew froze in their place. “Thats not Skippy-“
The display cut in again, words began piling into it, quickly pouring through. At first it was just random words, jumbled together, some not even words.
Simms watched Bishop stare at himself in the glass. Mouth agape. He stumbled towards it, pressing his hands to the glass. He let out a strangled whimper.
The display flashed, trying to capture the attention of the crew. The words grew in size. Simms gasped as she read it, then stared at who she thought was her commander. She glanced at the display again, which read:
“It’s Bishop. Where the fuck am I.”