Today on Al Draws at One in the Morn' to Wind Down; I'm playing with Ben and Rook's proportions and size differences. They're different species and, thus, shouldn’t be recolored versions of one another's people (looking at you, all female designs).
I've liked the idea of Ben and Rook being the same height when sitting, so I gave Rook a short torso and incredibly long limbs. I also removed nearly all of the fat and muscle from Rook, as I'm toying with the fact that his species' sole food source is literally jet fuel (meaning that I can make his species more robotic and minimized for the funsies).
Also hooves.
I forget the reason for them but they're in the other drawing of these two I did so [shrugs].
it turns out that I actually kinda remember how to draw?? (please kindly ignore the janky proportions in the bottom image… I am. out of practice lmao. I love how their faces turned out, but his neck and their hands are weird, and her head might be too small? oogh.) I might try to mess around with my scanner and get a decent scan of this tomorrow, but in the meantime here's a hastily-edited photo.
back in uhhh, August? I started toying around with these new OCs, just kind of… for fun. I realised that I hadn’t created characters Just Because in literal years. every character had been for a Project. and I wanted someone just to play around with!
so, these two are Paz and Winnet. more rambles about them beneath the cut:
I’m starting to get Paz’s appearance down; Winnet’s still a little bit of a work in progress but I know more or less what I’m aiming for, at least. might end up darkening her hair colour... idk.
my starting point with these two was that I wanted to make a pair of super-squishy soft romantic characters - and specifically, I thought it'd be fun to design a couple with two very different aesthetics. annnd that eventually led me to Paz the (dorky) punk and Winnet the cottagecore/sort of mori girl-ish wheelchair user.
Paz is of Ashkenazi Jewish heritage, and pretty heavily into the punk/diy scene, as well as being really dedicated as an activist. he spends a lot of time volunteering, going to protests/demonstrations, or going to shows. he's also super protective of his trans little sister, and ever since she came out, he's made a point of learning a lot more about trans issues in particular. (he also makes sure to have a prominent pronouns patch on every one of his vests and jackets!) he's a severe hemophiliac, and as a result doesn't have any piercings (or tattoos), but he enjoys wearing other jewellery like the ear cuff you see above.
Winnet is very sweet and feminine in her style, and values her independence and a simple, happy lifestyle. she can walk, but mostly sticks with her wheelchair, as a variety of health problems make her unsteady on her feet and also inclined to fainting spells. she works remotely as a transcriber, and is close with Alfio, her elderly Italian neighbour (who also owns the laundromat downstairs from their apartments). he calls her paperotta, a term of endearment something like 'little duck' <3 she's an avid crocheter in her free time, and a slightly less avid knitter. she also has a service dog, but I haven't decided on any further details on that front haha
they're both in their early twenties, and absolutely, ass-over-teakettle in love with each other. both are easily flustered, though probably Paz moreso; they get embarrassed by one another pretty often. their fashion senses converge at 'plaid.' they're both really interested in learning more about one another's hobbies and interests and overall worlds - he loves learning about all her houseplants, and wearing things she crochets or knits for him, whether they go with his look or not. by the same token she starts learning to be more politically active with him (and he's very good at helping her make sure that her accessibility needs are taken care of at, say, protests, or other events), and absolutely adores the battle vest he makes for her, and eventually even starts going to shows with him. their music tastes are as different as their fashion choices, but they learn to love one another's favourites :)
there is no doubt in her mind that irritation is present in his features ------ it’s very hard to miss , actually ------ but procrastination is her best friend & hiei is all too interesting to watch when he’s hitting something .
‘ do you ever trip over anything when you’re moving that fast ? that has got to be painful . ’
Never liked a fight, Ma said. Was a quiet fella, hell of a dancer, had a great smile. Worked stockin’ shelves in a store, but the manager liked him a lot, said he could make a decent career if he stuck with it.
Got between his pregnant girlfriend and some punk with a knife demanding her purse. The kid panicked, shoved the knife in his gut and ran.
I was about four when I asked why her last name was different from mine. “He gave his life for us,” she said. “Least I could do was give his only son his name.”
Hell. Guess it’s no surprise you never understood what you were for me. What you meant to me. God knows I never told you. I ain’t even got the words now.
Father ain’t it, for sure. Brother, partner, friend, mentor? Not quite. Role model? Hardly. Idol? I knew better, even then. There ain’t a word, really. I never really understood how unusual everything about “us” was until I got out. And by then it was too late for it to matter.
My mama had thirteen years to try an’ raise me into a man worth bein’. You had fifteen. Just cause you didn’t realize you were doin’ it don’t make it mean any less. Hell, it might mean more.
And there’s some part of every little boy that wants to be just like his Daddy when he grows up.
