anonymous asked:

What if you did a story where one of the humans got a tattoo? All of the alien life forms on the ship would be concerned and confused because, why do you have different markings? Are you sick? Is is something you need???

Humans are fast healers compared to the Draxians. It’s what makes them ideal for going on more dangerous missions. Something that would incapacitate a Draxian for several months would only hinder a human for a week. Cuts and bruises on human skin heal with relatively no trace, so when Human-Jackie develops a skin mark after a vacation to Earth that doesn’t disappear, the Draxians get worried.

A crewmember approaches her one day while she is fixing the air cooling unit for the dining hall. “Human-Jackie?” the Draxian asks tentatively, tail flicking nervously.

Jackie looks up from under the system, grime and oil covering her face and clothes. The marking is visible on her left forearm; a swirling pattern of smoke that curls around and morphs into several flying creatures. The Draxian wonders what type of fungus or disease would cause such intricate detail.

“If you don’t mind my asking,” the Draxian continues once Jackie gives her a nod of approval, “are you ill?”

When Jackie only makes a confused noise, the Draxian indicates the mark on her arm. “Your arm,” he clarifies. “Have you not sought medical treatment?”

Jackie laughs, making the Draxian’s spines ripple with surprise. “No, I don’t need anything like that,” she chuckles. “This is a tattoo.”

“A… tattoo?”

Jackie shrugs. “Yeah, it’s something humans to do make our bodies look cooler. I have a couple more; they just aren’t visible.”

The Draxian puzzles over this for a second. “But wouldn’t your body just regenerate its skin to make it disappear? What is the point?” He is getting more and more confused.

“Well, yes, that’s how it normally happens, but we like them to stay permanent so we have to use needles to imbed ink into a deeper layer of skin.” Jackie moves back under the broken piece of machinery again, then calls out, “I’m not totally sure how the whole thing works. I’m a mechanic, not a tattoo artist.”

The Draxian waves his tail back and forth in thought. “So,” he starts, hesitantly. “You’re not sick?”

Jackie laughs again, her voice muffled by the machine she is under. “Nope, at least not physically.”

The Draxian doesn’t know what that is supposed to imply, but before he can ask for clarification, his caller signals that he is needed in the cockpit. He would have to talk to her later.


Character Sketches

So today I wanted to post some of my original character sketches for you guys!

These characters have been with me for many years, they really are like old friends. Someday, their stories will be told, but in the meantime, here’s some studies of them!

First sketch is of Huxley, after him is my wreck of a man, Taimon, then my first character I ever made, Vincent!