Me, Writing Kimmet: Charming, Endearing, Good At Rapport, Tries To Get Along With People To Get What

Me, writing Kimmet: Charming, endearing, good at rapport, tries to get along with people to get what he wants

Me, drawing Kimmet:  Chaotic evil, Absolute bastard, certified

Stinky Man

owo (includes a pristine Kimmet before they grafted his mask on)

My brain is currently 1% school, 48% worldbuilding/character plotting and 51% monsters in suits 

smh

owo (includes a pristine Kimmet before they grafted his mask on)

Every now and again I think "man I don't even like writing i guess, I just never feel like doing anything ever there is never motivation" and then I finally pick up a book and read it for four seconds and it's like "OHHH I wanna do THAT"

Here you go, just what you ordered, a post of assorted Kimmets. It’s like a box of chocolates, except they all taste like champagne and fancy napkins And poison. I mean uh, what? For context, he is a Helmsmen. He pilots an ‘air’ ship that he is forged to, and it is almost as alive as he is (minus the debilitating amount of charm/attitude). That wine on the control panel is to motivate him, Kimmet does not endorse drinking while flying any kind of teeth-filled god-bone crafted airship. Especially one that’s fused to your body. Yikes.

WAIT look at this one instead it's cropped better

Don't do drugs kids!!!