Since and me had an overdose of squirrel and hedgehog we herped a derp and made (ttly and absolutely not absurdly inspired) mouse people Lanx that originally rooted from Allevians that were outcast to a small island where they were held a prison nation... Well, initially. *Tespia came up with 90% of details and awesome and information which I'll randomly spew out. Initially Jun was supposed to be some insignificant factory worker, but every time I drew him he looked more and more like an official. Their nation, Chiana is usually referred as golden summit and Chi themselves live underground. They don't look much like Allevians anymore after centuries of living secluded and under the influence of Rinamar. They greyed out and are almost white for the most part, their ears became smaller, but more rounded and their eyesight is generally terrible, usually impaired further through exposure to sunlight. Needless to say, they rarely see the sunlight due to being an almost entirely subterranean nation of small Lanx. They also have no eyebrows and Jun's are drawn on... Like other things that are fake, such as hair colors which are usually dyed in. Besides that, they're utilitarian and for their time in Garun (1940) remarkably modern. Their industrial nation is probably best known for being international arms suppliers... They're not great inventors, but they manufacture a lot in quantities - just like their nation which also comes in quantities.
I've been seeing lots of crickets around lately. They are one of the few insects that don't give me the creeps and I thought, "Why are there no cricket superheroes?" Probably because the cricket can't do anything much on the cool side. Doesn't climb walls, shoot webs etc. But MAN can those little things JUMP! This guy, The Cricketeer, can jump like a mile when he really has to. He has slightly tougher skin than most humans. About as tough as plywood maybe. Seemed like the right toughness to be in proportion to a carapace. He can also tell what the weather is going to do before it happens...hm, there's his alter ego right there. TV weatherman! I don't know if thats a real ability of the insect but there are rumors about it. And he can produce a loud chirping noise that can stun bad guys. Or annoy coworkers. Whichever is needed. Although, if he did it around his coworkers it would defeat the whole secret identity thing so scratch that. Oh yeah, he can communicate with real crickets.
I suppose I forgot to upload this here. Initially didn't even want to, because it has its flaws, but now I'm happy with it regardless of derp. Yes, I keep putting him into inappropriate clothes. His story is pretty dumb and this certainly isn't canon. He is a slave though.
I'M TRYING REALLY HARD TO TYPE WHILE MY CAT IS OCCUPYING MY LAP.
I guess I'll put these up here too. Doodle while watching a movie with *Tespia and a week ago we decided to use normal legs on Lanx. I'm just giving in to my shoe related fetishes that cannot be fullfilled in any way by silly bird feet. Anyway, here 1940 Oliver. Just because. With usual Hamel feather faggotry. You know, he's still terribly vain if he isn't a bastard from the middle ages.
Мир умирал. Он рассыпался на глазах, сгорая, словно феникс, дотла... Но в отличие от той птицы вечности, этот свет не смог бы возродиться после этого. Гигантские ящеры и верх гениальности инженерной мысли, двуногие и многолапые воины, люди и нелюди сражались за то... А за что они сражались?! Гирз, щуря льдисто-голубые глаза, одурманенные и почти неживые, но чертовски красивые, глядел на огонь. Созерцая армагедон с высоты своей недоступной для войны цитадели, этот человек заложил руки за спину и в своей горделивой осанке ухмылялся: нелюди пали. Он не замечал главного: погибли не только враги этого расистского существа. Умер весь мир. - Гирз... Ты обезумел. — прошептала, роняя первые сергальи слезы, Флавия, стоя за стеной. В руках — копье, сразившее всю Гирзову охрану, на шерсти запекшаяся человечья кровь. Но полководица не прикончит его, нет. Не сможет... Любовь сильнее всего. Кто-то жертвовал ради чувств жизнью, кто-то богатством... Флави принесла в жертву своей безответной любви к человеку, ненавидящему ее народ яростно, жгуче, весь мир. Жизни миллиардов представителей всех рас. И свою спустя мгновение. Один только взгляд, пара слов. Хотя бы что-то. Пусть он подарит ей. Любовь сильнее долга.
A small art in a gift to my boyfriend Motu *O*. Today we have the anniversary of the relationship, and I wanted to please him with the art. ^___^ Flavia and art (c) Girz (c)