Had the urge to draw and ink, today...the first time I've been able to do art (other than writing) since October.
Working on references for my WOC OCs so I can commission people for art ^_^. Figured I'd start with Annette and Otis (Doc's mom and granddad).
I have pencil drawings of Ghost and Sam...but Imma have to tweak their designs a bit, Sam's especially because the KR11 had a double reduction rear axle....which did not make it into those initial sketches.
MIT Chapter 8 is in the final rounds of editing. Should have it posted in a few days.
Cheers!
Bonus: Rewatching every episode of Bronies react while I work. I feel like I've been transported back in time like 10 years.
Unhinged Cars or Planes Headcanon Wednesday: Doc's early history with Radiator Springs
Sorry for a short UCoP entry this week. I've got a larger one about the factories and the Manufacturers in the works, so keep your peepers peeled for that one.
I'm so busy and stressed out with irl things rn, it's hard to do anything other than just exist. Still working on WOC geology part three. Still working on MiT chapter 6. Ghost's dialogue is a NIGHTMARE to write AND I've made enough changes to his character and the circumstances that brought him to Dawsonville that I've had to rewrite--and will have to rewrite--most of what I'd already written in my first draft.
Anywho, here's some more praxcanon:
Doc moved to Radiator Springs in 1956 and enrolled as a student at the Mechanical School of Carburetor County (MSCC) that same year. He rented out an old garage next to Flo's, and would only leave to grab a bite to eat or go to class. Initially, he was afraid someone would figure out his true identity. But after a few semesters, the workload from trying to earn two degrees at the same time was so nightmarish that he rarely had time for anything other than studying and class...until a smitten Mercury coupe began stopping by after his patrols to bring him food and to check in on him.
*note* Sheriff wasn't just smitten. He was SMITTEN. Like, the a textbook example of love at first sight.
After getting his doctorate in internal combustion, Doc would exhaust the entirety of his savings--literally every cent he earned racing--to build the Ornament Valley Mechanical Clinic. Ground was broken on May 12, 1960, but construction wasn't actually completed until March 5th, 1961.
In my WOC headcanon, Annette is Doc's mother. She helped her father run the family garage in Dawsonville, GA from 1930-1954.
*note* trying to capture her actual color using a digital pallet is HARD. She is painted in Dartmouth green...which can look black in certain lights and from certain angles. The green that I eventually colored her is the best I can sample from real photographs of actual cars painted in this color.
If you wanna learn more about her and my WOC headcanon, here's a link to the fanfiction that I've been working on for a bit. Cheers!
If you want to know more about Annette and the rest of Doc's family, click on this link.
It took me a while, but I finally settled on a design for Ghost that I like. Hardest part is keeping the distinctive 49' 88 Rocket grille...but also make part of his mouth in a way that's easy to draw and attractive.
He doesn't have rearview mirrors cause they keep getting torn off. He normally has Wilkis (his team's medic) tape his headlights to keep broken glass from taking out people's tires while they're running moonshine.
I decided on an 88 Rocket for Doc's sire because the Rocket is considered by many to be the first American muscle car. Before the Hudson Hornets came to dominate the early NASCAR circuits, it was the 88 Rocket that was tearing up the track with its 303 cubic inch, overhead valve V8. It seemed fitting that the best racer of the early Piston cup years be the offspring of one of the fastest and most powerful cars of his time.
Had I been going for period/historical accuracy, Ghost would have been a 1950 Ford Coupe since he was inspired by Tweedle-O-Twill, a mysterious Kentucky moonshiner whom inspired the movie Thunder Road and the Ballad of Thunder Road.
Anywho, Imma stop gabbing for the night. Tho one shameless plug before I turn in: Chapter eight of my Doc fanfic (Moments in Time) is on A03. Take a gander!
"Some of the roads I used to travel were so dark and remote that if ya broke down...the only road crews that'd check in on ya were the night predators: Song dogs, black birds, dinkels, and nighthawks, to name a few. There were also the big scavengers. In Georgia, we had coal scrapers, but I'd also seen boom lifts and graders. They were all big enough to be a threat...even to the newer model semi-haulers, like me. And the thought that I could end up like the hundreds of broken down, mutilated husks that I'd seen on my travels...kept my attention sharp."
--Samuel Longhauler Sr., Memoirs of the Hudson Hornet: Volume #3, page 31
In my headcanon (#praxcanon) Sam Longhauler is Doc's dad.
I'm only gonna be able to do some prompts this year with everything that's going on at work and home.
I also think I'mma stick to the sketches as I just...like them better. Like they look better to me than my cleaned up lines/colors. Does anyone else ever think that way?
I should be working on important stuff...but decided to draw up my carsona, instead. If I was in the WOC, I'd be a beige 2007 Saturn Ion with "earrings" on both rearviews (the one on the right changes daily, the one on the left is always a piston cup) and blue "lipstick." She and her husband, Tarlin (a 1999 Mercury Cougar), run a rock and outdoor adventure shop in Radiator Springs (where Mr. Feeler used to be). They were part of the first wave of new business to move into the town during it's LMQ era Renaissance.
Even tho I inked this, it's still very unpolished (no proportion adjustments or cleaned up lineart--you can sill see where I corrected the markers with a white gel pen). Been trying to sketch cars every day, challenging myself to get better with perspective and whatnot. She started out as one of my sketches.
Sketches from today. Trying to draw Ghost (an OC from my fanfic) from memory...
Unhinged Cars or Planes Headcanon Wednesday: Sheriff
Been wanting to gush about my beloved donut car for a while, now. Enjoy!
-Sheriff's full name is Sheriff Royce Campbell (Factory Designation M8C1949255CU09281934). He is the oldest of two children sired to Sergeant Henry Campbell and Maryanne Elizabeth Campbell nee Sheetwelder. He was manufactured on September 28, 1934 at the Ford Factory in Detroit, Michigan, and was modeled in the likeness of an Old World, 1949 Mercury Eight two-door coupe.
-Yes, his legal first name IS Sheriff. It's sort of a running theme in his family to name male children after various military/police ranks. He's the third person to carry the name "Sheriff" (the others were his maternal grandfather and his paternal great-great grandfather). His brother's name is Major.
-Most everyone in his family is a cop or works for the police/FBI/ATF in some capacity.
-Sheriff grew up in Charlotte, North Carolina, and he enrolled in the Charlotte Police Academy when he turned nine, just like his father.
-He received the Honor Graduate Award in 1945 for his academic acumen, high level of proficiency with a firearm, and his technical driving skills. He was hired by the Charlotte City Police Department almost immediately thereafter, with his father serving as his FTO.
-He was recruited into a revenuer task force in 1947 under the command of Captain Lorence Camber where he would achieve the rank of Corporal.
-For reasons unknown he was demoted back to officer status and transferred to Carburetor County, Arizona in 1949 where he served as a deputy under Sheriff Randy Coldweld. Coldweld's way of policing was unlike anything Sheriff encountered in Charlotte. He fully believed that empathy and compassion were FAR more effective at controlling crime than fear, and he worked bumper to bumper with Stanley and Lizzie to make sure that the residents of Radiator Springs had access to affordable food, housing and education.
-Coldweld was forced to retire for medical reasons in 1950. A special election was held that year, and Sheriff was elected to replace him.
-He only keeps in touch with his brother, having been disowned by his late parents shortly before moving to Radiator Springs.
-Sheriff knew Doc's true identity--having figured it out pretty early on in their friendship. He never let on because he respected Doc's privacy, though he came clean after the tie-breaker race.
-Despite his conservative upbringing, Sheriff is bisexual. He and Doc have been in a relationship since 1958
-While working for the CCPD, he had a pair of .378 H&H Magnum rifles mounted to his undercarriage. He swapped them out for parking boots when he became the sheriff of Radiator Springs
-He loves Lightning like a son
-His has a double-digit kill count
-He has his own place just a bit northwest of town. It's small, but the lot, itself, is 103 acres, most all of which borders route 66 where it heads up towards Tailfin Pass. There's a large, outdoor kitchen in the backyard, and Sheriff hosts a cookout every year on the fourth of July, complete with custom fireworks (he makes them; Sarge fires them; Red makes sure the fallout doesn't start any wildfires).
-He visits Doc's memorial every Sunday (his only day off), and brings a bouquet of flowers on their (dating) anniversary (May 12th)
-He hasn't dated anyone since Doc passed...and he doesn't plan to
