#michael vincent

Art of Prey… inner mouth color… this was my favorite aspect to design, wanted the Feral’s mouth to be a vibrant threat display.. once he uncloaks…he very much has no issue being seen…

Referenced Komodo’s, black mambas, elephants, bats, frilled shark, sarcastic fringehead, gelada baboon… no not genitalia… to quote Rick and morty, “no relation”

⬆ Here’s “mamba”…

An idea to make the gum coloration a similar shade as his blood.. but it makes more sense to me that the blood only glows once it oxygenizes in the atmosphere, otherwise it would make for a glowing predator! But for real imagine a bioluminescent mouth display…

Alec’s favorite, would have been awesome if they went with a. Bluish undertone for the whole design which was considered

Vincent found her in her office working on her program. He flitted around her door like a nervous hummingbird, stepping in and out of her doorway until she noticed and waved him in with an exasperated sigh.

He looked even more nervous then usual, and she hoped this wasn’t another confession.

“This is a weird question, and I’m sorry in advance, but could I?” Vince made a motion at her baby bump, now so close to bursting that every moment felt like a gamble. She stood slowly, placing a hand as if to steady her baby.

“Feel my bump?”

“Uh, yes? I’ve never actually felt a pregnant woman’s, ah, bump. If it’s too much I understand-“

“No Vincent.” She laughed, taking his hand that shook slightly and pressed it to her belly. He wasn’t some stranger like the ones on the bus who thought they had the right to try and touch her baby belly, this was Vincent. He was weird and sometimes annoying, but he was part of their family.

He looked awed, like he was part of something he didn’t understand the way he did the rest of the world. “Did you know that a newborn baby is born with around seventy reflexes?” He asked quietly, fingers gentle against the fabric of her shirt as if he could break them.

“I didn’t know that Vince, thank you.” At least it wasn’t a pregnancy fact that would make her fear the big day even more. She was sure he was full of those, but he kept his mouth blessedly shut.

When he did speak, it was so quiet she almost didn’t hear.

“I want to be a dad some day.” He whispered. “Not anytime soon, but eventually. Pass on my love of facts, ya know? It’s so scary, but so beautiful? Hodgins is a lucky man to have both of you.” She wondered if he was talking to her or her baby as he spoke with so much emotion it made her pregnancy addled brain want to hug him and cry, to tell him he’d be a great dad one day.

“Have you decided on a name?” He asked as he smiled up at her, nervously placing his other hand down and looking to her for guidance.

She smiled. “Can’t tell you yet, you’ll know with everyone else!” She ruffled his fluffy hair, something between maternal and platonic and maybe a little more as his cheeks turned pink.

“That- oh!” He jumped as the baby kicked, looking terrified and curious simultaneously. “Was that quickening? Did you know he can hear us?” He looked like an excited puppy as he gently prodded the stretched skin with careful precision.

“You’ve mentioned that fact before, and if you meant kicking then yeah, he was saying hello.” Hopefully Vincent would just accept her speaking for her baby and not question her proof of knowing what a unborn baby is doing and for what reasons. He seemed to, nodding to himself and taking his hands back with a air of soft regret.

“Thank you Angela. And you, little one, can’t wait to meet you.” He smiled, and he stepped from her office to go work on the project he and Brennen had been busy with.

Christine you’ve reached your maximum potential energy on the swing, lower your center of gravity please.

Michael Vincent if you run up that slide one more time I’m never feeding you again.