The hardest character I've ever designed and had to draw so much and I still don't think I quite got him right. Captain is everything that I can't do in general with Gunslinger and then add on top of all of that the singular fact I have to draw him in his 50s, and that's my biggest struggles with Cap. Its why you likely won't see many sketches here cuz I hadn't even doodled him all that much in the journal planner. In fact, the only cast member who has LESS sketches and art of him is Pilot because he was developed much later.
I cannot draw this old fox consistently. I admit that. I even sourced a drawing book for "How to Draw Ojisan" specifically for him. I cannot for the life of me draw older men as elegantly or handsome of Natsume Ono, whom was my biggest inspiration for Cap--specifically Ono's work on Ristorante Paradiso/Gente. HOW DO YOU DRAW ATTRACTIVE, HANDSOME OLD MEN??? I actually finished Dyna's sheets before coming back to finish Cap's despite the fact I started Cap's first. "Reed Richards mofo" indeed XD!!!
He's probably the farthest from his source material in personality, skills, experience, and overall design. We don't know his old name (I didn't mention this in Gunslinger's post but we don't know his name either since Gunslinger has had amnesia since he was a young teen), but documents suggest he has used the name James Donner before. Once he was inducted into OSS, the former middle school teacher ceased to exist. When he left OSS, that's when he adopted a different name and got married. He's a widower (wife died of lung cancer a couple decades ago), which is why he sorts of gets along with Trickster XD;;;
His drug abilities and side effects never were defined clearly from the outset, so I kinda added to them as I went along. He possesses a very strong psychometry (developed from when he was given a weaker, older form of the immortality drug when he entered OSS), is the most perceptive member of the Store next to Trickster, and has a body of military experience to back it up. Something he inherited from me is the fact he had scars on his left hand that I also have (an oval one near his thumb and one on his index finger that has minor nerve damage). Like PK, Sniper, Trickster and Gunslinger, most of his scars never healed on Doc's formula.
I wanted a strong and likable leader character. Originally I planned for most of the mercenary groups to have a Handler or Liaison to facilitate jobs. But Cap seemed to be able to handle all of that on his own so I dropped Handler and Liaison to be part of a Receptionist Guild instead. It just seemed to me that Cap would be able to handle all of these logistics because he has all these connections. I'd imagine Doc's safety is predicated on the fact he's under Cap's wing, which is why Surgeon plays games more than seriously trying to get Doc back. The Disappointed Dad Aura thing also kinda only happens when I need it to happen, but look at him. Do you want him to be disappointed in you??
My favorite detail about him is that he's always messing up phrase and colloquialisms. More than spoonerisms, malaphors, malapropisms, or mondegreens. He will just smash phrases together that only somewhat make sense or make none at all; "two wrongs don't make a left turn", "we'll burn those bridges when we get to them", etc. I love it. It's one of my favorite things about him, and no one knows if he does it on purpose or not (he was a history teacher, not an english teacher XD).
This is the father figure the men look up to (even Trick). He made a promise to his late wife to take care of himself because he's always put others before himself. And that's the biggest reason he volunteers--well, actually he demands gently--to take Doc's formula first. First and foremost, to show how much he trusts Doc and wants his men to trust him too, but also because he knew his limits. He isn't young anymore and is one of the older members of the team; he can't put himself in their places without it. And he would never ask his men to do something he wouldn't. Perhaps he has come to terms with not joining his wife as soon as he could have, but Cap had grown fond of The Store as the father he couldn't be in marriage. I like the Dad Characters a lot in media because I have a better relationship with my father than I do my mother, and Cap is a Good Man as well as a Good Dad. If PK can learn to be a better man by watching Trickster up close, then perhaps Trickster can learn to be a better father figure by just being around Captain. I hope, anyhow. XD Cap doesn't believe in lost causes.
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Another belated birthday cuz health stuff, but happy birthday to PK! Its about a week late since it was supposed to be April 19th ^^;;;;
The hardest thing about PK's images is using his image color @_@. Because it's red, it's hard to draw cute and sweet drawings with red backgrounds without it looking lurid. The background is a little desaturated because of the new sketchbook I'm painting in. It looks ok, I hope ^^;;
PK's the son of a bakery owner so for his date idea, he's making a little fruit and cream cake. I wouldn't say his cake skills are top notch but you definitely won't be seeing them on Cake Wrecks XD;;; The decorating is quite serviceable, but his older sisters Holly and Marigold are the experts. His banh mi and fruit sandos are tops, and you can ask Trickster and Doc regarding the quality. Also, I gotta stop doing front views cuz I struggle bus so hard with the symmetry XD.
Its also hard choosing young men's outfits, so I fell back on a ringer t-shirt, despite the fact I drew him with a raglan last year ^^;;;;, and the cake blocks it, but he's got an apron on, and I think he'd be wearing shorts since its a spring outfit. I really need to sit down and plan out the outfits for the rest of the year. (Good luck with that, Diz)
PK probably goes home more than anyone else because he's still got to keep up the charade of working for a delivery company, rather than a mercenary band. Only a few of the Anything Store boys have families still around (Techie's aunt and uncle mostly, and of course Pilot has his family), so PK is unusually close to his mother and sisters. It's a sticking point between Trickster and him, but PK thinks it's more like nagging than a peer trying to show how hard a double life like this is, especially when Doc enters his life. I wonder how much it will take for PK to realize that his family and Doc are from such wildly different lives that eating your cake and having it too may be beyond his means and wishes.
It's late, I know, but I abandoned my Husband (outside of meals XD;;) to bang this out in--checks clock--12 hours?? Gawdamn--and other than a few rough panels, I'm pretty happy with it. I put in a few lil lore bits and easter eggs for those following the blog here. For those of you who have been reading, the ending is a sweet callback to episode 4, so that's for you Impossible Ship fans XD I went buck-wild with the washi tape because I like the journal effect and everything, and colors make me happy. Other than the ink hatching style, I only added color with fine liners. I also used the patterns of the tape a little more deliberately, if you pay attention.
Here's the cute journal entry I wanted to use on instagram but it had a character limit and anyway, it's better to put it here. Happy Valentine's Day!
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9:30 a
A bit early for me. I was informed by the Captain that its Valentine’s Day? I have a rough estimate of what that means, but we had a cup of coffee together so he could explain it to me. He said he likes to have a cup with his late wife’s picture every year. Its quite heartwarming.
10:00 a
Dynamite came to give me my Valentine’s chocolates. They said they spent last night making some for everyone, which explains their late night, now that I think of it. Dynamite makes the most delectable treats, and I was happy to receive them.
They said something about White Day and me returning the favor…. I might need to ask the Captain about this.
11:15 a
Trickster brought me a fresh cup of cà phê sữa đá, or Vietnamese coffee; drip pressed dark roast, sweetened with condensed milk. I admit, the amount of caffiene leaves me buzzing a few hours, but he makes such a delicious cup, its hard to turn it down.
12:35 p-1:00 p
PK arrived to pick me up for lunch, since Ive been in the medbay recording recent data. He also had a box of chocolates, but he said he bought them. Not that I mind that in particular. We stopped by Chef’s place for sandwiches and then sundae’s. He seemed to be happy with it, though I did catch him furtively glancing my way every now and again.
He’s actually quite adorable when he’s trying to be discreet.
3:41 p
Technician came by the medbay to return my heater bot. With the cold weather, I was afraid i was overusing the poor thing to keep my room and medbay warm, but Techie informed me its regular maintenance. Honestly, I think he thinks of the sweet little things as his children or pets.
4:55 p
I find myself snacking on all the treats everyone has left me. I think I might ask Techie to fit a snacks drawer and mini fridge by my desk.
7:45 p
I didn’t want to lose track of time so I wouldn’t be late for dinner with Gunslinger. I must say I’ve been looking forward to this. I enjoy our time together. He makes me feel safe and—goodness, I don’t think this is appropriate for a daily log, so I’ll leave it at that.
8:30 p
Chef had our dinner prepared so it was piping hot when we arrived. It was the first time I had ever had sparkling apple juice; it was much better than champaign or sparkling wine.
10:10 p
I had lost track of time again, but one could hardly fault me. On my way back to my room, in the break room, Sniper had a surprise. A plate of my favorite sandwich cookies and tall glasses of ice cold milk. He hadn’t forgotten his promise of treating me the “proper” way of having the cookies every now and again.
He was right. They were delicious.
Episode 3: The Days Are Long; The Nights Hungry (chap 1)
It's been a hot minute, hasn't it? I decided that 4 eyes of editing instead of 6 were good enough and I need to get this ball rolling. ^^;;
Sniper and Doc are out, but that doesn't mean the tension is gone. It, in fact, is tense in a whole new sense of the word. Time is paradoxically hanging over their heads and rushing by.
Chapter 1: Watches
They drove through the night, and it was silent for a few hours. They kept to the back roads. Occasionally, he would drive in large circles; he reasoned that driving straight away would be too obvious, but in reality, he had no clue which way he should go, and Doc had no idea either. Sniper didn’t feel tired, and Doc informed him that it was normal, but his body certainly was feeling the entire gunfight now. Doc leaned his head against the cracked window, his lilac eyes dully watching the scenery. He was exhausted, yet he wasn’t tired enough to sleep. He felt wound up like a too-tight spring.
The sky started to lighten, and the gunman yawned. Doc yawned soon after and stretched.
“5 am sky,” the yellow eyed man mused.
“Hm?”
He checked his watch, a round face with a basic digital interface. It flashed a time: 5:14 am. Doc assumed it was displaying local time. He frowned, remembering the locker that held all his personal items back in the labs.
“Wait. You have a watch??” he asked, incredulously.
“I leave it in the glove compartment. Gets in the way when I’m on the job.” He yawned again and tapped it. The face went dark. His right hand stayed on the steering wheel, his left cradled his cheek as he propped his elbow against the driver’s side window.
Doc remembered his and pushed the sleeve of his bullet-ridden coat up. His watch was analogue, a simple white face with silver hands and roman numerals. It was also cracked, and wasn’t working. He sighed.
“Gonna need to pull off soon.” He was checking the scenery and decided that staying near the woods was better than taking chances on the freeway. “I think I can fill the tank once but after that, I’mma hafta scrounge for more. In fact….” He pulled off the road, bumping over the shoulder, and angling into a copse of trees just off the side. “Let’s pull off a bit. I…kinda wanna change.”
The night’s events struck the Doctor again and he suppressed an inward shiver. The chase. The escape. The forest. The shootout. Assassin looming over him. The gush of blood from the gunman’s neck. His eyes snapped to the healed wound; the entire front of his shirt was covered in drying blood. Doc shook his head and refocused into watching Sniper put the camper in park and then watched him slide the curtained partition from the front seats to the back.
He awkwardly stood at that border of the front seat and the living area. The gunman opened a drawer under the bedroll and rummaged around. He quickly unbuttoned the blood soaked shirt and tossed it in the nearby trashcan. Found a small plastic can of body wipes and pulled a few out. By this time, Doc had turned his head to the other wall, flushing slightly.
“Sorry for doing this in front of you,” he said, wiping himself down and scrubbing at his neck. He could see Doc in the reflection of the small mirror on the door of the wall cabinet. His neck was, as expected by now, healed completely. He ran his fingers along where he felt the cut and frowned.
Doc busied himself with looking at anywhere except the other man. It’s not as if seeing anyone half naked was new for him, so he wasn’t exactly sure why he was embarrassed this time.
“Here.” He looked up to see the plastic canister handed to him. He took it and curiously read the label. “They ain’t much but they help a bit. They got teatree oil in ‘im.” He gestured at the bedroll and then him.
“Hmm??”
“At least sit down. I’m nearly done.” He scrubbed a little more in earnest and internally grumbled about refusing to renovate the interior to fit a small sink.
The Doctor sat and awkwardly held the plastic can in his hands. Reading and rereading the label until he heard the gunman sigh. He looked up, startled. He was now wearing a light yellow button-down; it had a buttoned, box-pleated pocket on each side of the chest. He started rolling the sleeves to his elbows and put his fingerless gloves back on. He had an orange handkerchief tied around his neck, which made Doc’s eyes fall onto it.
The glance made Sniper automatically put a hand to it. He opened his mouth, then thought otherwise and the hand nervously dropped to his side. Their eyes roved around the camper until they met again.
A silence ballooned between them before he coughed awkwardly and nodded at him. “Wanna…uh…change?” While his lab coat and shirt weren’t as bloody as Sniper’s were, they nonetheless bore evidence of the escape, namely blood at the neck from where he was stabbed, and the 4 bullet holes that cleanly had passed through to the back. The fact there wasn’t as much associated blood with the associated violence was a testament to Doc’s healing ability, but it only extended to his body and not to the clothing of course.
“I don’t…have any…” Doc hadn’t felt so foolish stating the obvious as he did at this moment.
Bending back down to the drawer, privately thankful that he had something else to do besides stand there like a quiver with no arrows, Sniper rummaged and pulled out another shirt, cream colored with 2 smaller, jetted pockets on the front. He smiled sheepishly.
“You’ll swim in’t, but it’s better’n sitting in bullet holes. Trust me on that part at least.”
Hesitantly, Doc shrugged off the old lab coat and folded it neatly on the bed. He started unbuttoning his shirt, his hands deftly guiding the buttons free. 2 were gone, and he figured he must have lost them when he had that impromptu surgery for the spare bullets.
Sniper politely turned to give him a little privacy, but forgot to close the cabinet and caught sight of him undressing in the mirror. He slammed it shut with another small flush. It made Doc jump.
“S-sorry.”
Doc nodded and took a couple wipes to clean himself off. The scent of tea tree oil was nice, but unusual. When he finished cleaning himself, he shrugged the shirt on and started buttoning it closed.
“I’m finished,” he said softly. When the gunman turned back, Doc was standing to look at the length. It definitely was about 2 sizes too big, and he let out a small chuckle that made Doc look up curiously.
“Yeah. You’re def swimming in that,” he said sheepishly. Doc rolled the sleeves neatly to his elbows and sat back down. “But feel better?”
Doc gave the shirt a once over and gingerly sniffed the collar that he left unbuttoned to the second button. It had the slight fragrance of detergent and maybe the faintest scent of tobacco. Sniper gave him a grimaced grin.
“Hey, I washed it. Like a month ago.”
Doc blushed in embarrassment again. “Sorry….”
He waved it off then scooped the last of the clothes into a pile in the corner on top of the gun locker. Doc’s hand automatically grasped his coat, and Sniper didn’t include it in the bundle. He peeked to look at the driver’s console and sighed.
“Might as well top off now.” It took a bit for Doc to realize he meant the gas tank.
He watched as Sniper fished out a gas can from between the fridge—which was now cool enough for Doc to have put his formula case in—and exited out the back. The hinges of the doors creaked. The white-haired man followed, hopping out the back as the gunman unscrewed the cap to the tank and started to fill the tank. Hands behind his back, clasped loosely, watching interestedly.
“Never seen a gas can before?” Sniper asked, amused.
“I have,” insisted Doc, an indignant timbre coloring his voice. “But you said we’ll need more later. How will we get any?? It’s too risky to show our faces at a station, I assume.”
“I’ll just borrow some.”
Incredulously, Doc blinked. “Was?? From whom?”
Sniper chuckled. He put the can down, then climbed back into the camper, rustled around in one of the overhead cabinets and pulled out a funnel and clear plastic tube. He returned, holding both objects proudly.
“What in the world is that for?”
“Syphoning.”
The poor Doctor looked out of his depth, and the gunman tried not to laugh as he demonstrated by placing the funnel on the open portable tank, and then put one end in the tank. He put one end to his mouth and started a suction until the gas started running back up the tube, into the gas can. He grinned as Doc gaped at the scene.
“It takes suction, you see—”
“I know the principle of syphoning, thank you, but you’re just…I mean, you can….” He put a hand to his head and shook it. “That’s…that’s got to be unlawful.”
“Sure is.” He halted his demonstration to put the gas back in. Watching Doc grapple with the entire situation was humorous, and he needed the laugh.
“Your skill set is staggering. And highly illegal, the more I learn about you.”
“Do you automatically associate every skill I have with it being illegal?” He laughed, and it was easy-going, almost melodic.
“N-no!” The indignant tone was stronger, yet also out of depth. “But…it’s not as if I have much reference for…anything outside of the Mansion and the staff.”
He finished emptying the can into the tank, and started to screw the cap back on. He chuckled. “I can cook too, think that’s a skill only hitmen have that you don’t?”
Doc crossed his arms across his chest, his lips tightening into a pout. It was kind of cute, Sniper had to admit. “Now you’re making fun of me.”
He chuckled again and then sighed. “Sorry. My brand of humor’s a lil prickly sometimes, mate. Gonna hafta get used to that.”
Still pouting, the Doctor tossed his head slightly, his eyes shut. “If I must.” Then he gave him a sidelong glance. “I suppose a sharp humor is fun when you’re all alone, but not with other people.”
He supposed Doc was trying to jab him back, and it made him smile. He laughed and ruffled his white hair good-naturedly. “Atta boy, Doc. Now you’re getting it! You’re sheltered, Imma loner. We’re gonna get along like a house on fire.”
Doc’s face fell in a dubious frown. “What a hauntingly terrible metaphor.”
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Instead of keeping to the roads, Sniper decided to drive a little deeper into the woods, the camper bouncing over the uneven terrain as it weaved through the trees. He parked quite a distance in, headed to the back, and opened another cabinet and pulled out a colored tarp. It was stored in a vacuum bag and started to puff up when he opened it. It was a camouflaged patterned vehicle cover, and he started to drape it loosely over the camper.
“Will this really work?”
“Fools drones pretty good, and I think we’ve got a good distance. But I’ll keep an ear out.” He checked his watch again. It was approaching 7 am.
Doc automatically checked his watch as well but its hands were still frozen at 8:24. He tapped the cracked glass, sighed and removed the watch from his left wrist. He gazed at it for a few seconds before exhaling and tossing it to the ground.
Sniper blinked and bent down to pick it up. “What are you doing?”
“It’s broken.” He shrugged, a melancholic look in his eyes. He turned to climb back into the back of the camper, between panels of the tarp. After a few seconds, the yellow eyed man looked down at the broken watch. The white face, silver hands and numbers, and the worn grey leather watchband had all the hallmarks of a well-loved accessory. But the ease that Doc let it go bothered him.
He entered the back of the camper, tugging the panels closed and shut the doors. Doc was sitting on the makeshift bed, hands in his lap. He stifled a yawn as Sniper opened a cabinet and searched for a small tool kit. He sat down onto the gun locker and set the watch and tool kit onto the mini fridge. He frowned at the lilac eyed man.
“Why doncha take a nap? I’ll keep watch. Or we can switch.”
The Doctor also frowned. “Id rather not.” He pulled out his pocket notebook and started writing notes. “Unfortunately, neither of us should fall asleep yet.”
“Why’s that?”
Doc pushed his glasses up. “The first 24 hours following the injection are the most crucial. I need to monitor you at least until after 6 pm. Just to be sure.”
Sniper crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. “Is…is there something that can go wrong?”
“Well, best case scenario…nothing happens. You go on as you have been, except for your new enhanced abilities.”
The gunman paused, glancing down at the floor. “Ok…but if something goes wrong…what’s the best case scenario…?”
A pained look flicked across his face. “Well…if you fall asleep, and something goes wrong…you slip into a coma and never wake up. That’s best case if your body rejects the drug at this point.”
“And the worst?”
The Doctor bit his lip and looked at his notebook. Then, “You…lose your mind.”
Sniper’s face took on a very worried look. “I’ll go crazy?”
“Essentially.” He tilted his head slightly. “But you feel perfectly fine?”
“Yeah. Othern’ being tired and still taking this all in…I feel fine.”
“Sehr gut. If your sanity was going to snap, it would have during our escape. I’m very certain you’ll be fine at this point. But I fear something going wrong physically if you sleep.” He sighed. “Though that means you’ll have to remain awake for more than 24 hours essentially.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time. I’m used to all-nighters. So if that’s what I gotta do, so be it.” He shrugged. “You’re the doctor.”
“Jawohl, I suppose.”
He turned his attention to the watch, and Doc cocked his head.
“What are you doing? I threw that away.”
“Was it a gift?” he asked, looking at the watch closely. He removed his own and set it aside.
Doc blinked. He cast his gaze aside, thinking. “I suppose it was. I’ve had it for about 20 years.”
“Then it’s a waste to throw away a gift.”
He didn’t answer. The look in his eyes was slightly sad.
“Where’d you get it?” tried Sniper. He started to loosen the small pins on the side holding the band to the watch. Focused on the task, he didn’t look up.
He thought about it, as if he hadn’t given it a single thought in a long time. “…I believe I got it when I finished medical school.”
“When you graduated?”
“Yes. I was about 20.”
He glanced up this time. “Huh? How long were you in med school??”
“I was in an accelerated program when I was in high school. Started med school when I was 16, 17 years old.”
The gunman let out a low, impressed whistle, hands still working. “Dang.”
A glimmer of pride crept into Doc’s eyes as he smiled faintly, the gaze in his eyes reminiscing. “I was rather clever in my youth, I suppose.”
“All right, did your parents give it to you then?”
“Oh. Heavens no. My parents were long dead by then.” It was the airy and nonchalant way he dropped such bombshells that bothered Sniper the most. As if Doc was talking about a life that wasn’t his. “It was a present from one of my professors. When I got my medical license.”
"What were you going for? When you finished, I mean. Like general practitioner?
"Pediatrics, actually. I was told I had the perfect beside manner and demeanor for working with children."
“How long were you practicing?” He’d finally freed one of the bands from one side of the watch, and he deposited the screw and pin into the tool kit for safe keeping. The second one also came off quickly.
“…Never got to. When I was supposed to start…my license was revoked.”
Another bombshell, but this one made Sniper’s hands freeze. He snapped up to look at him. The melancholy look in those lilac eyes as they gazed at the floor hit his chest like a haymaker.
“What??”
Doc shrugged, his hands in the air before they fluttered back down to his lap and loosely clasped together. “First day I was supposed to start, I was told my license was invalid.” He inhaled slowly, then exhaled. “Immediately after, Surgeon picked me up…and I had to move to Warstein.”
He looked up, a sad smile on his lips. “…and I never left. For 20 years.”
They stared at one another, Sniper’s eyes darting from the floor to Doc, then narrowing in uncertainty. He settled on watching him with pity in the canary colored eyes. Doc broke the stare. He didn’t like the look of it.
“I…I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. I scarcely can remember life before I moved to the Mansion. So, in the end, that watch just belongs to a life that never happened.”
But you never threw it away, thought Sniper as he turned back to his work. Chest aching, his hands started to move again, slowly. He moved onto his own watch and removed the bands from his watch face. And you kept wearing it. Every day.
The single worn hole of the clasp said it all. Second from the last.
“I’m sorry. That was…far too much information.” Doc hunched over slightly, leaning over his knees. Shut his eyes and sighed again. “I don’t mean to burden you with such trivial details about my past.”
“Don’t. It’s not trivial. It’s your life.” It was hard for him to keep his voice from shaking. “And it was something important.”
Doc didn’t answer. He felt he should feel sad, but the only feeling he had, thinking about the day he lost his license, the day he climbed into that limo with Surgeon, the day he moved into the Mansion, was emptiness. A waste of time he could do nothing about.
“Here.” Sniper’s voice seemed far away for a moment, and it took a second before he looked up. A few inches from his face was Sniper’s watch, now attached to the worn grey leather watchbands he used to wear. He blinked in surprise.
“What???”
“Since you value practicality, take this one.” When Doc took the watch gently in his hands, Sniper turned back to the broken one he’d started to attach to his own leather watchband, a well-loved, warm brown band
“But…I can’t. It’s yours,” Doc protested, clutching it.
Sniper leaned forward and took it back, taking Doc’s left wrist and slipping the watch on. The bigger watch accounted for a different fit, and he guided the clasp into a new hole. Doc merely watched him with troubled eyes. Once he finished, the gunman put the newly assembled other watch back onto his own left wrist, using his teeth to help cinch it back. Tapped the broken face with the tip of his finger. He also had to use a new hole.
“Jeez, Doc, your wrists are tiny,” he chuckled.
“I can’t take this.”
“Sure you can. Besides, it’ll be better for you to have accurate time.” His eyes locked with Doc’s, softening. “C’mon. Consider it a gift.”
Speechless, the Doctor merely looked back down at the watch, the glossy black face reflecting his own. Sniper had oriented it the way he’d noticed how Doc had it: the face on the underside of his wrist.
“I can’t give you back your medical license, but maybe I can give you something else.” Sniper stood up, and put the tool kit away as he made his way up to the front seat and settled down.
Doc sat on the bedroll, fingers gently atop the watch face. He didn’t know how long he’d sat there.
January (and some late last year's) batch. So new art for the year
1: Another acrylic marker Doc. I need grey instead of just silver lmao.
2: Snuck in this first page in a new mixed media sketchbook; thicker paper, less bleed through with copics, and need to try it out with watercolor, acrylic marker and pencil, but a standard Doc feels nice.
3-4: some colored ink sketches while I was in doctor waiting rooms.
5: the Husband found a set of Decobrush paint markers. They have a limited color selection (only 12), and they're not as opaque as posca or the grabie brand ones, but these have brush tips. Not sure about using them very often based on the colors I have but they're not bad.
6: back in November, our car's battery died, so while waiting for AAA, I was sketching. Its only a 15 min sketch XD
7: Alex (Sniper) and Clint (Techie) as kids in snow gear. They look so proud of themselves, so it means they must be up to no good. XD Its really fun to draw them as kids.
Its coming up on the 1 year anniversary of the series (I started working on it in late January), so as a treat, I'll post the original concept sketches for the 8 current members of The Anything Store (which were briefly seen during a drawing stream back in Dec for the holiday photo image). 👍
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So it's been about a year since I started these cast sketch pages (meant to start uploading last Saturday but stuff got in the way @_@). I'll post in creation order for each merc, but also include more recent drawings to compare cuz some of them went through MAJOR CHANGES the more I drew them.
Doc probably most of all. He was the first character created, so I based a lot of everything around him, such as character relationships and plot elements. His story revolves around roughly half of the cast in direct relation, though he also operates in a rough periphery to others. I mean check out this rough relationship chart did only for Doc, and it was done perhaps in the early spring of 2025.
Somethings have evolved, some things I think have changed heavily, especially regarding the order, intensity, and longevity of the pairings between Doc and other members like PK and Sniper. Also wow these chibis are pretty rough lmao.
There's a lot of details about Doc that have changed slightly. The medigun thing is still in flux, and if you look at the crossed out items, Doc wasn't originally naturally immortal. I changed that real quick. XD His expression was so much more severe and annoyed and just 100% done with everything. Now he's so gentle and sad and pathetic XD. Mission accomplished? He always had the sweet tooth, and aside from keeping the 2 bullets in his stomach from episode 2, I haven't had him keep things like that in him yet. I probably would include it in later missions though. Also I'm amused at Sniper and PK's first sketch designs. They're so....different XD.
I named him Felix because the name means "happy" and Doc grew up anything but and I'm a cruel mistress. His last name is Weiss/Weiẞ, but I very rarely reference The Family's name in the main story (Apartment AU, I use it often). For the most part, I can't really call or think of Doc as anyone but Doc XD. Calling him Felix was kinda weird; also it's funny cuz the last published BL work I did, Bass' real name was "Felipe" and both names shorten the same.
Doc has a lot of my own traits too; sweet tooth, same birthday, gets cold easy, poor circulation, late sleeper, etc. Even his hairstyle, which was my hairstyle I've had for a few years, just stark white. I guess that comes from being the first main character created. I learnt a lot of dealing with grief and moving towards a future with anxiety in creating Doc, so he's my little support blorbo. Or as my friend Decon likes to call him, my "poor, wet German meow-meow" whatever that means XD. I've drawn him the most of the entire cast, because he's so satisfying. Also having so much white makes him easier to color XD. Anyhow. That's Doc. Be nice to him, because I obviously haven't been XD.
Surgeon doing Surgeon things. It's really strange to draw a face like Doc's looking so sinister and off putting XD. I mean I guess he really is Doc's doppelgänger, but I do take a few details in account when drawing them both. He looks a teensy bit older normally XD;;; The eyes are a dead (heh) giveaway since they're orange and have a completely different pupil shape vs Doc's. His skin tone also has a grayer tone in shade for a more lifeless pallor. That's on purpose since his immortality is way different than Doc's.
Surgeon's main crew outside his nameless medical staff isn't nearly as large as The Anything Store's; in fact its mostly limited to 4-5 named and immortal staff members: Warden, Huntsman, Courier, and Assassin (Swordsman doesn't count for other reasons but he is on the payroll). Hell, Huntsman isn't even really on staff in a capacity that Surgeon really needs; he's just a replacement for Sniper to see how the hybrid formula stands up to his formula and Doc's variant. Surgeon could not care less for the guy other than that.
The Family under Surgeon is, for the most part, inconsequential to him. Everyone around him is a means to his end, which is a perfect immortality formula. A devil in white, a demon under the guise of medicine, a real Vampire in all senses of the word. But man, he sure is pretty doing it XD.
So hands are hard and I'm still working on it but it's nice to do as an exercise XD Finishing an illustration with so many hands was a triumph, however how small ^^;;. Its nice to kinda try expressing different personalities with just their hands, though on second thought, I should have left off the gloves from more of them lmao (I wanted to show more of Gunslinger's finger tattoos ^^;;). Also because of the size and shape of the image (square), yeah, it's highly unrealistic on how close the hands are XD! Everyone would be so squished together (and hand size! good lord some of these boys have giant hands XD).
Today's a rough approximation for the day I started working on We Once Had Names, but it definitely was after the 14-15th of January last year. It more or less started near the beginning of the year, now that I think about it, since it started from a dream I had near New Year's (so in a sense its technically a Hatsuyume), but as with a lot of projects I have, it was about pretty much the ending XD;;; That's not really important since in the year I started actually writing, world building, and drawing madly, things definitely have shifted in the story from the beginning to the end. Characters have evolved and grown into being a lot more complex than I initially planned. Yeah, it definitely was a TF2 spin off with a Tenchi Muyo harem situation, and it reignited my young adulthood middle aged yaoi obsession XD, but WOHN was actually therapeutic for me during one of my hardest years of recent time.
I started working on WOHN during a time of grieving and hardship last year--and trust me, I think 2025 was a tough year for so many people--but it also was a project for me to work on as well as working on getting back into new cosplay projects. I actually ended up going to more cons last year than I had when I was more active in my 20s. I met a lot of amazing and throughly creative and beautiful people through that. Making new friends was a balm I didn't know I needed.
Sappiness aside, I think if I hadn't just gone all in working on something new from scratch, I wouldn't have had the burst of artistic output I did last year (burnout aside XD;;;). But if you had told me this white haired twink Doctor was going to have me draw him dozens, maybe almost a hundred times, I probably wouldn't have believed you XD
As such, I think of January as sort of the birthday of the series, as well as the in universe date Cap and Trickster decided to go back into the mercenary business, serving clients Anything they need. But I think they too are their own clients. Everyone in the Anything Store both serves the Store as well as gains something from it too. A found family, friendship, fulfillment, and maybe some beneath the sheets romance, however temporary or complicated it may be. Doc may be the main character, but they all have their own little intricate web of intimacy and relationships between each other (before and after he arrives of course).
Anyway, that's my sappy yap for the 1 year anniversary of the series. I'll upload the original first sketches of the boys soon, so we can laugh at how different they look now XD Good lord, Doc looks sooooooo different XD
