More Wheatley. Evil Wheatley. A couple of sketches trying to work out what he and GLaDOS look like hooked up to the mainframe, and something a little closer up. Still not particularly happy with GLaDOS’s design, but ah well, I can work on that later.
19th September 2012
Reblogged From ninelifed
Notes: 2
“So, you probably can’t hear me, now that I’m human and all… or maybe you can! Maybe you can, even though I can’t hear you, and that would be brilliant because… because I just thought I’d come by, and see you, and tell you thanks. For everything. For helping me save them, and giving me a shot at fixing the worst mistake of my life - and that is saying something, let me tell you - anyway, I… I couldn’t have done it without you, luv. Thank you. I’ll never forget it.”
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Just had to draw some Blue Sky fanart. Such a beautiful story. So here’s Wheatley, going back to visit Foxglove after it’s all over. I imagine he’d be a little sad he could no longer communicate with her the way he used to, and he’d want to thank her properly for what she did for him (and for everyone).
Gave my Wheatley a different outfit and tried out my new inking pens while I was at it. Still not 100% sure I’m going to be sticking with this design but I like it.
last one for now I swear.
I thought to myself “I’ll do a full-body shot and figure out what awesomely unique and cool outfit to put him in, so as to distinguish him from every other Wheatley design”
nope
you get a button-up shirt and tie, Wheatley
because that has never been done before. >_>
I finally am able to scan things again. WHICH MEANS catching up to this backlog of Wheatley sketches I have all over my sketchbook. I am putting them into photosets to reduce the spamminess of this dump.
Right, so, have my human!Wheatley design. I feel like it isn’t all that original, but he does have an eyepatch, which I like. And a sweater. Which seems comfy.
Regarding his eyepatch: depending on how you look at it, this could be part of how his post-GLaDOS-awakening damage is represented in this humanization, or else something that happens later after he gains a human form. (Pretty sure it would still be GLaDOS’s fault though.)
Howl had made a point of arriving absolutely covered in silver. Silver earrings, rings, cufflinks, fastenings, trim, and metallic braid positively shone all over his figure; even his hair (under a new spell for platinum blonde) seemed to have a silver sheen to it. He felt dazzling. Even Sophie had admitted he looked dazzling, although the way she’d said it, you wouldn’t have thought that was a good thing. Maybe, Howl thought, trying to remember, the word she’d used was something more like “blinding.” He did rather flash in the sunlight.
The look that Chrestomanci gave him when he saw him filled him with immense, immature satisfaction. So he’d been right about the silver. The irritatingly well-dressed and politely sarcastic Chrestomanci may well have been the strongest enchanter in any world, but there was at least one thing Howl could do better than he could, and he was determined to lord it over the other man as much as humanly possible.
He blathered away, barely letting Chrestomanci get a word in edgeways, on and on about how fashionable silver was these days in Ingary and what a very useful ingredient it was in his spells and oh, he’d have to forward a few on to Chrestomanci one of these days, surely the enchanter would find it useful, it would be no trouble at all to do him such a favor, and would Chrestomanci like to see him demonstrate one of the new spells he’d developed? Why, he could quite easily use this spare silver button as an example. Chrestomanci was doing his utmost best to look vague and disinterested, but Howl thought he could see irritation starting to crack through.
Chrestomanci’s eyebrow twitched. Howl beamed.
He changed a glance down at the other end of the room, where Sophie had been chatting amiably with Chrestomanci’s wife. She seemed to have stopped talking now, and was giving him such a look that he knew at once that Lady Chant must have told her about Chrestomanci’s weakness. Sophie had surely put it together by now. For a moment, Howl almost quailed – he’d be in for it later, whenever Sophie managed to catch him alone – but the look on Chrestomanci’s face (growing more sour by the minute) reminded him of the fun he was having now, and he decided it was worth the risk. Giving both women his most charming smile, he turned back to Chrestomanci and threw a companionable silver-clad arm around the taller man’s shoulders. Chrestomanci winced. Oh, yes, Howl could do this all day.
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Based on some recent discussion in the Chrestomanci tag, I couldn’t help it. XD
Some Chrestomanci character design doodles. Cat, Gwendolen, and two of Chrestomanci.
I want to make a Chrestomanci askblog but I’m afraid I can’t draw them consistently enough aaah
(I am so, so sorry to any of my followers who haven’t read Chrestomanci. Except I’m not. Go read Chrestomanci.)
I’m on a Chrestomanci kick, which means I’m on a book character fanart kick, which means I’m on a CHARACTER DESIGN kick. I thought I got these two looking pretty much how I wanted (still haven’t gotten the hang of adult!Christopher though).
(The pic of teenage Christopher and Millie was drawn on separate pages, and badly cobbled together in Photoshop…)
sooo… I had so much fun on Trollmegle this weekend. This is from a log I had (I was the cake and Jane) and I laughed so hard at it that I had to draw it. If this Jake was you, then thank you for this XD You were awesome.
actually my weekend was full of Jake (I also had a Jake+Nepeta log in which I was Jake, and a Jake+John log in which I was John). need to draw some of them because they were all awesome.
