It’s been a while since I’ve drawn traditionally and I got myself some marker set and prismacolor set recently. So have an Owl, because I still think about the feral bean sometimes, lmao.
Well I was looking for a way to make the big sisters' harpoon and needle but I did find a relatively detailed method for making the helmet so tasked failed successfully
Not doing every day, but I do have a few drawings for this week!
Here is Jack and a Big Sister oc of mine, Tawny, for an au I’m still working on, in which Jack returns to rapture during the events of BS2 to help tenenbaum save the new little sisters (and the old ones he missed last time). The rather uncreative working title for the au is Return to Rapture.
Even if they’re six foot tall killing machines, they’re still babies. Be gentole with them
A little boy's voice--the first little boy that Tim had discovered in the labyrinth city below Gotham--echoed through the cavernous halls. Tim crept over the rubble of a broken stalagmite that had fallen through the ceiling, destroying the white and gold decor and dripping water inside. The room up ahead was lit only from glowing green tubes of liquid that lined every wall of Amity, the ectoplasm that powered the entire city.
"Are you there? Are you there?"
He peeked out from behind a crumbled wall. On his own, the little boy was crouched over corpse, fresh enough that it's blood was still wet on the floor. The boy's giant needle, the go-to weapon of all the Little Sisters that Tim had seen so far, was jabbed into the corpse's stomach and, slowly, ectoplasm and blood filled the glass jar on the end.
"Bring me a lolli-"
There was no sign of a Big Daddy, but Tim knew there was one nearby. These children were never without their protectors after all.
"Bring me a toffee-"
And at this point, Tim had killed enough of them to know for certain that one was around.
His left arm, marked all over with the needle marks of constant Plasm and ecto-dejecto injections, tingled, like there were ants under his skin. Or more accurate, he mused grimly, electricity-
Don't Think About It.
"Teddy bear, teddy bear."
He kicked his bare feet excitedly as he finished harvesting ectoplasm. Screwing off the jar, the child lifted it up to his lips like a cup and drank the viscus liquid down in huge, chest-heaving gulps like his life depended on it. Unlike Little Sisters who wore gore-covered dresses, the Little Brother was dressed in a white medical gown, relatively clean considering his filthy surroundings. His arms and face were free from dirt or blood, and even his hair looked suspiciously washed and combed.
Tim tightened his grip on his gun.
The Little Brother sighed, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. Brushing off his skirt, he yanked the needle out of the corpse. Then, like he could sense him, the boy looked straight at Tim. He froze.
Blank eyes covered in a green flim stared at him... and the Little Brother smiled at him, his teeth stained brown from the muck. "Mr. Helper! There you are, I've been waiting soooo long! Big Sister thought you'd never catch up!"
I can't get over how Rosies and Lancers give the Little Sister that they retrieve a small like, assuring or freshening-up sort of gesture.
It's so cute and endearing on their part. Its precious. Such a small detail, but sticks out to me.
Then there's the Rumbler:
Two extra boops. It's like he's making sure she looks presentable and comfortable on her first day of school when they're just heading off to drain blood from corpses. I love this game and I love these dads so much-