Oct 7, 2021
I get ✨Captain Amelia vibes✨ from Lori so much (:
Treasure Planet was my favorite movie growing up (and remains to be one of my favorite animated films of all time)
So I can't deny the influence haha.
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I get ✨Captain Amelia vibes✨ from Lori so much (:
Treasure Planet was my favorite movie growing up (and remains to be one of my favorite animated films of all time)
So I can't deny the influence haha.
L is for Loving a Lombax
The injuries he sustained were too much for him to trudge back to his ship, instead remote calling Aphelion to his beaconed location before scrambling into the cockpit with Clank and setting off to some preset coordinates.
Talwyn was comfortably nestled under the warmth of her covers, unaware of a ship touching down in the docking bay of the station until the sensor on her nightstand went off. She glanced at the projection emanating from said sensor with tired eyes, “Who could be here at this hour?,” she questioned while catching a glimpse of a familiar ship.
“Why is Ratchet here?” She soon made her way through the corridors of the station in an oversized white t-shirt and black shorts, her now long hair somewhat decent in a messy braid. Once she reached the bay doors, she disengaged the lock at the control panel before proceeding inward.
“It’s nice to see you Ratchet really, but…” she rambled on before looking up to see Clank with a worrisome expression on his robotic face as he was assisting an injured and bloodied Lombax struggling to even stand on his own as he clutched his open wounds on the right side of his upper torso.
“Ratchet!,” she exclaimed as she instantly was in high alert and practically lunged for the two, grabbing a hold of Ratchet as he was about to collapse to the floor unconscious.
“What happened?,” she directed towards Clank as he still held onto the Lombax’s arm while the rest of Ratchet’s weight was nestled against Talwyn as she cradled him.
“We simply went to Fastoon to find clues to Ratchet’s past. However a group of bandits had bombarded us before we had a chance to recover anything.”
Talwyn then noticed a wetness on the side of her shirt and looked down to notice the blood from Ratchet’s open wound had seeped into her white nightshirt leaving a fresh blood spot, triggering a sense of alarm within the Markazian.
“We need to get him to the medbay quick,” she exclaimed as she frantically tried to gather the Lombax in her embrace as she tried to stand on her two feet, her eyes brimming with tears.
“Miss Apogee , I do not think that is…” Clank had muttered, but apparently falling on death ears as Talwyn continuously mumbled the medbay while struggling alone to get up with an unconscious Lombax in her grasp.
“Miss Apogee!” That knocked her out of her supposed trance.
“We require assistance. You are mentally unfit at the moment to assist carrying him, and I myself cannot help due to my stature and broken servo in my arm.” Talwyn stared at him for a solid while with tear stained eyes, processing what was said before moving forward with an idea.
“Call Cronk and Zephyr and tell them to get down here stat!,” she exclaimed. Clank soon ran for the closest comm panel and contacted the two warbots.
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After nearly an hour and a half, Ratchet slowly regained consciousness. His ears twitched once they were able to sense a subtle beeping noise that eventually grew as his senses became more woken. The sensory of his body soon followed, detecting him laying on a soft surface with comfort surrounding his frame. Then his eyes slowly opened, exposing them to the supposed bright light where he was; slowly adjusting to the room he was in that mimicked a hospital room. He then noticed a weight nestled near his thigh. He looked to see that Talwyn sat near him in a chair with her head settled in her arms as she slept.
The sound of the medbay doors were heard as Clank entered through with his arm in a sling. He looked towards the bed and noticed Ratchet was staring straight at him.
“Ratchet, you are awake.”
“Hey bud.”
The vibrations of the Lombax’s voice was enough to stir the Markazian from her sleep. She groggily looked upwards from her hunched position, meeting the gaze of Ratchet who looked downwards when he sensed movement.
“You’re awake,” Talwyn muttered in a hushed tome. Ratchet reached for the top of her head and ruffled her messy brown locks, “Hey Tal.”
She gently embraced him, careful not to apply pressure to his bruised limbs. He tried to wrap his free arm carefully around her as he returned the gesture, the other arm was encased in a sling. Ratchet soon felt Talwyn trembling in his grasp, and soon followed with sniffling and wetness he could feel in the crook of his neck where her face was hidden.
“Don’t scare me like that,” she managed to sputter amidst her blubbering, while Ratchet rubbed his bare hand against her back for comfort.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
Amidst the hugging session, Clank had backed out of the medbay to give them some privacy. He would converse with Ratchet later.
The two pulled back with Ratchet allowing his hand to drift to the Markazian’s tear stained face and wiped a few away with the stroke of his thumb.
“How the hell did they overpower you?”
“They blindsided me; had no idea they were even there until I got attacked from behind the moment I entered the Hall of Azimuth.”
“But why you, people could clearly tell you’re a Lombax. Why attack?”
“Some bandits don’t give two shits who you are. They’re too blinded by wealth and would take down anyone who gets in their way.”
“I’d like to blindside them and kick their asses. Especially since they attacked a Lieutenant of the Polaris Defense Force.”
He had completely forgotten about that, with the promotion nearly a month ago, the title was too new to get used to. At least he could write off an assault charge for harassing an officer of the force, but then again, they still wouldn’t give two shits. Silence fell between the two, basking in the moment of them being together. Ratchet still held a hand to Talwyn’s cheek as she leaned into his touch, while she placed a cold hand to his bare chest, which he didn’t mind.
“Sorry again for all of this, lucky I was within the Polaris Galaxy to get help.”
“Glad you were too.”
“Tell me Doctor,” Ratchet’s tone shifted from serious to playful, “what’s the status of the patient?,” he directed towards Talwyn. She decided to play along.
“Well, looks to be a hefty wound to the right side of the rib cage, nothing too severe. A dislocated left shoulder, several burns to the ligaments, and one bald spot on the back.” Ratchet grimaced at that.
“That bad?”
“Like you said, you were lucky. Clank got the short end of the stick with a shock to his sisterboards and a broken cervo, nothing I couldn’t fix.”
“Wouldn’t doubt you for a second.”
“You better not, or I’ll have you sleep in the medbay tonight!”
“So it’s a sleepover tonight is it?”
“I’m not letting you out of my sight until those injuries are mostly healed. Knowing you, you’d likely fly right back to Fastoon and show them bandits the business end of you wrench.”
“And you’ll likely tag along no doubt.”
“Of course, someone has to keep an eye on you.”
The two erupted in laughter at their banter until Talwyn emitted a loud yawn.
“It’s really late, we should turn in.” Ratchet nodded in agreement and slowly got up from the bed with Talwyn’s help, before heading out the medbay and to Talwyn’s room to rest.
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A little oneshot I decided to create after being inspired by an existing comic by @zombiy and @farorest titled @stellabris . By the way, definitely go check out their work, it’s amazing!
Concept art sheet for a character from my comic, Stellabris. Lemme hear your headcanons on who Charlie is!
Cinematic shot 1.5 ft. Haezul. My goal for this “miniseries” of artworks is to sharpen my skills at cinematic-like rendering. So, since this is a learning thing for me, I’d LOVE to get feedback from you guys. Whatever input you have, I’ll be thrilled to hear it!
Wyvern propaganda props!
Because nothing says “Galactic Bad Guy” like bright red, ominous recruitment posters...
Gol, like, hates everyone because HE WANTS TO RESERVE EVERY BIT OF HIS LOVE CAPACITY FOR HAEZUL OK IT’S NUTHIN’ PERSONAL >:0
I realized my store is terribly lacking in Haezul/Gol merch, and really just Stellabris webcomic stuff in general so I’m going to remedy that here in the coming weeks - in celebration of the comic’s next update on October 31st!!
I’ve got a helluva lot more than coasters on my Redbubble. Follow the link below to browse to your hearts content! <3
https://www.redbubble.com/people/pzombs/works/41297323-crescent?asc=u&ref=recent-owner
*zombiy cackling*
DO NOT GIVE ME ANY FREE TIME OR ELSE ALL I’LL DRAW ARE THESE TWO DOING HUSBAND THINGS
Some Alister Azimuth concept art