Why don’t we do a Q and A? I’m in the mood for answering questions.
Got questions about my likes and dislikes, certain movies and tv shows, video games, books, life advice. Basically, if y’all have a question I might have an answer. Just make sure the questions are rated PG-13 please. There could be minors looking at my blog.
(Decided to make an alien species to work with for an upcoming Monkey Wrench fanfic. Read with caution for you might be spoiled)
Camorphians are an extinct species of alien that used to roam the galaxy over 2000 years ago. They were an artistic species. Always expressing themselves through their bright scale patterns that allowed them to change the color of their skins much like common chameleons on Terra. They could manipulate their scales to reflect off the light surrounding them to completely turn invisible or even reconstruct the bones, skin, and any part of their body to perfectly mimic another species. Shapeshifters and blenders were some of the more “better” words used to describe Camorphians.
Many species in the galaxy always praised the Camorphians for being a reasonable group. Acting generously to those who needed help, providing guidance, and even becoming respected Primary supporters. Not only were they artisans, skilled craftsmen and painters whose works could impress even the most critical of Walrinians, but they were also known for having some of the finest schools and universities the galaxy could offer.
Dimorphism between male and female Camorphians was fairly easy. Male Camorphians have three horns protruding from their faces (like three-horned chameleons) and have more vibrant base colors while females have small crests on their heads (like veiled chameleons) and have darker and/or duller base colors. (References will be added later).
However, they weren’t always as peaceful as they seemed. They were an invasive species. Believing that other species were flawed and would only be perfect if they had Camorphian blood flowing through their veins. Traveling from planet to planet to infiltrate the inhabiting species and turn their own bodies to match the species of the planet they infiltrated for the sake of repopulating Camorphia. Female Camorhpians would even go so far as to reshape their reproductive organs from reptilian to mammalian to make it easier to produce offspring. All possible through their shapeshifting abilities.
For example, if a Camorphian were to infiltrate Bunnolia, they’d turn themselves into a Bunnolian to blend in with the species. Making it easier for them to mate and produce offspring that would eventually turn into a Camorphian when they came of age. And no matter which parent was Camorphian, father or mother, the offspring would always turn Camorphian. But the hybrid offspring won’t turn completely Camorphian after the transformation is completed. They would still retain very few features of their former self. For example, a Bunnolian/Camorphian hybrid would have rabbitlike incisors and unusually long feet. For an Osteon/Camorphian hybrid, they would have sunken in, skeletal-like bodies and still retain their flame. However if the hybrid offspring should reproduce with another species, that offspring would not retain any Camorphian features. Putting an end to the physical part of the species for generations to come unless they mate with another Camorphian.
Camorphians believed their ways would prosper. Slowly but surely infiltrating the galaxy world by world. But at the end of it all, it was their arrogant ways that would end them. Overpopulation resulted in more resources being used for their survival. Soon, the soils of their planet were turned too much, water had run dry, food would not grow. Extinction through pride and a planet turned inside out just to find food and water was inevitable, and Camorphia was destroyed by its own species’ arrogance. The last of the Camorphians fled to Terra before Camorphia imploded 1,200 years ago, centuries before the Great Cataclysm caused by the Terrans. Turning herself into a Terran to produce an offspring, not knowing that she’d produce the very last of her species. The only Terran/Camorphian hybrid in known existence.
To the person who requested a drawing of Kara and Lariat (idk who it was because they requested anonymously)…
Your request has been done! I decided it would be best to put these ladies in a party outfit and pajamas as per your request. Would’ve made more, but I decided that these particular outfits would be good to work with (especially since there’s already a somewhat canon design for Lariat’s party outfit).
Hope you like it. Sorry it took so long. It took forever to get the poses and colors right, especially for Lariat’s prosthetics. And it was very hard to figure out even ONE outfit for Kara, especially considering she’s dedicated her life and time to being a full-time assassin, but I think the end result looks like something she’d tolerate wearing.
For @an-indecisive-mess ! I love her fic, and decided to make some art. I have been planning to for a while. Not everything will look as accurate as some fanart I’ve seen. But I tried to interpret the descriptions of Aria as best as I could!
This is Rose with and without her helmet and jacket. The visor of her helmet kind acts like an emoter which is why her nose, lips, and eyebrows aren’t visible. And your eyes aren’t deceiving you and no I didn’t make a coloring error, those are in fact purple freckles on her shoulders. They kind of hint towards just exactly what kind of Terran hybrid she is.
You draw me a pic of my OC Rose (see my recent post about her for details) with Shrike, and I’ll draw you Kara and Lariat in some of the outfits you requested.
Hi can u do lariat and kara in swimsuits and winter snow outfits and pajamas and party dresses please
I can see some potentiality for outfits for them. Draw them something I could realistically see them wearing (Kara might be a challenge though considering she’s dedicated to being a full-time assassin), but don’t expect anything scandalous or smutty. Got to keep this blog PG-13 after all.
Also, I don’t really do drawing requests, but I do love a good art trade. I could draw you something that could suffice, but you’d have to draw me something in return. Again, nothing scandalous or smutty, but you’d have to draw me something.
After a few weeks (technically months) of designing, I’ve made a new S/I to go a long with an untitled Monkey Wrench fic I’m working on. So, without further ado, I’d like y’all to meet…
Name: Rosalee Miranda Rhoades
Age: 26
Height: 5’8
Species: Hybrid (Terran and Unknown Species), possible Endling status.
Occupation: Former Lab Assistant turned Mercenary
Rose lived her whole life on Earth/Terra. Her plan was to honor her late father’s dream of seeing the stars by working hard in the finest biology and robotics research lab in her state to earn enough money to get into an space school and become an astronaut. All was going well until one night where she and two other coworkers found a strange machine hidden in the lower labs. The machine activated, and her coworkers left her behind to get sucked into it.
When Rose woke up, she found herself in a whole different place, a different time, and a different galaxy. She would’ve been lost, or worse killed, if she hadn’t literally ran into a certain pair of mercenaries (you know the ones 😉) who accept her as a member of their merc group. And now, she’s going on crazy jobs throughout the galaxy just to make a living while learning more about herself and her identity.
Bonus:
She refuses to admit it, but working with the Monkey Wrench group has its perks. Mainly being the fact that she finds herself falling hard for Shrike.
One of the things I love doing in life, ... is drink and draw! Made this one in a bar, finish it at home with another beer, and couldn't put my markers down.
Fanart of Shrike Sanchez from the indie cartoon Monkey Wrench.