#exi

I'm always so confused when people are like "that's embarrassing", "what if it's awkward?", "it was so cringe"...

we're all alive aren't we? we all make mistakes, and we're all trying our best to find our place, so be cringe!

some of the process:

(app used: HiPaint)

Allison Reynolds

02 - YCH - for :iconshadowcatcher: Second YCH design fo the EOS armor, I saw some armor cards somwhere and thought it looked cool, so I made my own version with this ych. The Exi "Origin" Suit, MK2 offers multiple improvements over its predecessor. with an omni directional tool support the user is now able to carry heavy duty tools and be hands free at a moments notice for tasks requiring a delicate touch. Headtracking now ensures the back mounted spotight is always facing in the direction the user is looking. Suit provide limited protection in legs and back. Cutting edge Exi clan technology guarantee this suit perfect functioning for up to 6 years (with the recommended maintenance after uses) After years of development, a few prototype models of its custom exosuit is now being released to the public. Support the Xeno clan initiative by purchasing your own Origin Suit. - Tools used: WACOM + photoshop if you like what I'm doing and what to help me keep drawing art and comics, please consider supporting my work https://www.patreon.com/derideal if you don't like Patreon, you can also send me a tip over ko-fi! https://ko-fi.com/kiaun

Day 19! of #OC-Tober. Fruit.

Thanks to @oc-growth-and-development for the prompts!

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The couch was too small.

Exi was used to such things. Gegenees had to be- her dear old father was reinstalling the doorways of his home having passed the eight foot mark- and besides, the temporary settlement for Mystics was tight and temporary for anyone.

Still, the sales of actual solid homes to Mystics was proceeding- the Mayborough gorgons were due to move in within three days, and provided no humans messed with their headdresses or shades, there shouldn’t be any unfortunate incidents.

Her stump ached. Someone was bound to get petrified. She scanned the email- three daughters, and two sons, though they were harmless- all due to start school alongside humans as soon as possible. Of course, any paralysis was temporary, but the less the better. 

Even so, Mrs Mayborough ended the email wit thanks, a picture of her family all lined up, the girls golden eyes bright and sharp teeth bared. Excited for school, for days without any painful shapeshifting disguises. She could hardly blame them. Such was the fruits of their efforts, she hadn’t had to disguise in four months now.