Hylics. Lets hope for a third.

Hylics: Pongorma
Took alot of liberties with the design. I thought mongolian boots would fit him and help break up the silhouette. What a sad old man ...

There's a fan server?

Hylics: Dedusmuln
I think there's conversations that the suit of armour should have went to Pongorma but I like the implications that it might be foam he crafted himself.

Hylics: Wayne
I thought it would be funny if his eyes were like crater holes and were like optical illusions. They only look like eyes as certain angles cause of shadows. No eyebrows for that reason too.

Hylics: Somsnosa
Big fan of her design. The red cloak and skull helmet are good contrasts. I wonder what the deal is with the needle lady Mason made an animation of. She looks to be the same species as Somsnosa?

Kǔ

Had a vision of a whale

Stand tall and upright

U.S. (underground system) by Fela Kuti

A bike ride to work.

hi everybuggy

Lancer callsign: Patchwork
Frame moniker: JingYu (Metalmark)
Patchwork was destined to live and die unremarkably maintaining production for SSC subsidiaries in the icy steel mills. However, the fire of revolution sparked new opportunities though with great cost.

Lower back tattoo order. It was fun to hide all the references, see if you can spot them.

Last page of my sketchbook. Alot of nonsense, I'm not who I used to be and I can't ever return.

Clemence
The Jordans aren't uniform but no one wants to say anything.

Nominative irony.

To my comrades working miserable jobs, stuck in the grind, 9-5.
Hold onto yourself and what you hold dear.

"Dread from the pit of a ship. What's a dog to do when there are no commands. When the handler's mind is smeared across the bulkhead. I'd say you should save face but they scrubbed it away two months ago. Go on fuckface, be Dad's proudest son, win yourself a screaming pony."

"Dread from the pit of a ship. What's a dog to do when there are no commands. When the handler's mind is smeared across the bulkhead. I'd say you should save face but they scrubbed it away two months ago. Go on fuckface, be Dad's proudest son, win yourself a screaming pony."

To my comrades working miserable jobs, stuck in the grind, 9-5.
Hold onto yourself and what you hold dear.

Nominative irony.

Clemence
The Jordans aren't uniform but no one wants to say anything.

When I played X and Y I found a Honedge in the palace grass and fell in love.
I like the idea that if you give this thing Iron head it pommel strikes everything to death.

Wedding gift for a couple.

Whatever, go my Scizor (Bullet punch with technician and stab)

Finishing this sketchbook so I can move onto a bigger one.

Went to reclaim my Mandate of Heaven. Back now👍

Robot and post-human concept art for Gorebone.

Catalysts.