First one is her without clothes to show how robotic she is, and the second one is what she usually wears.
In her old designs, she had more jackalope themes, so I wanted to bring back some of that in this design. She's more deer than jackalope now (she had a bow that looked like bunny ears in a sillohutte), but I decided to take that away here, since it felt like "too much."
Anyways, I like this design a lot! I think she looks super cute <3
There's nothing like hangin' around some big spooky cuties -- especially when you're caught in the middle~
A comm for my friend involving my Eb and his characters, the ghost Phobi and his little Daishi!
This is Phobi (she/they/it), the last protagonist for Voyage of the Réaltra! She's a vakint (species I made, described here).
Bit of Lore below cut
Phobi was built to resemble and act like a robot, though she technically isn't one. She was created to tend to this clock tower, which was eventually abandoned, but she did as she was built to do until she was found by Phantom and Sparrow. As such, it is very good with numbers and mechanical stuff, doing the spaceship's (Spaceship is called the Ghost Light) repairs and coordinates.
Similar to Phantom, they were made to not have emotions. Unlike him, though, her emotion-surpressors were better and didn't didn't failing until recently.
I'm very excited to draw and write her! While her story isn't as ✨️traumatizing✨️ or intense as others, it's enough that it would affect someone in the long run (being made for a single purpose and not having thoughts of your own until recently and whatnot). I also think her redesign now (she had so many previous designs) is super cute, and I'm excited to draw them more!
So I don’t really want my close friends on here to know this is me. But I have a severe phobia of fainting. That if I faint I’ll most definitely be diabetic or dying. They’re both equally terrifying to me. Everyone keeps telling me that fainting isn’t that scary. That it’s no big deal. It’s the bodies way of reseting itself. But I don’t care. It means death in my head. Anxiety isn’t logical. Not matter how much data and facts I feed it. It just chews it up and spits it out.