I’m having way too much fun with this so I made some for Grace… :D
I AM NOW LIVING THE KAWAII LIFE.
And then Dana linked me to the editor, but I couldn’t think of anything because she’d already done my characters.
EDIT: She just said, “I just realized the three of them look like starter pokemon all in a row.”
I was all pissy and dissatisfied with the sketches I kept doing for this until I realized I couldn’t get over the first one and I was being a lazy asshole by not fixing it to begin with
My baby!!!!! *hyperventilates* She looks so perfect! Thank you so much, Alex. Ahhhh!!!! <3 <3 <3
Willow and Rivek with wispy brush pen legs. Meh.
Willow in Akhari garb. I wasn’t satisfied with the chunk nature of brush pen, so I switched back to my regular felt-tips. Trying to get better reads shape-wise.
Happy Valentine’s Day from Willow and Rivek! Nothing like someone who’ll put you back together when you’re down.
Dana drew me a lovely Willow when we went out for coffee! She’s wearing Reman clothes!
Ah! Michelle drew my characters (and a Maggie!) for me at Anime Los Angeles! ;.; Aren’t they just so adorable? Her drawings are so wonderful.
Testing out my brush pen by doodling my original characters: Kai, Willow, and Rivek.
I’m a little late, but there’s nothing like swingers and kisses at midnight - Happy New Year! Here’s to more original projects in 2013.
PS - Commissions are open until Feb 1, 2013: http://fav.me/d5opaas
So, we’re at that stage again, when I’m doing follower thank you posts! It fits the season, and it’s good for getting back in the swing of things.
This first one is a drawing of Willow, a character of Fictograph. He’s rather good at art and whatnot (He’s employed at Dreamworks, after all), so I’d definitely encourage checking his blog out! His art is lovely, and he has no small amount of interesting writing, especially if you look up his Deviantart.
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Ah, this is so lovely, oh my god *o* Thank you so much for liking her design and reading my work - this is all so wonderful. I didn’t expect to get any fanart, so I’m totally floored! Thank you! Thank you so much!
The long-awaited lineup of my original characters! And this is just some of them - I have too many.
DeviantART Link: http://fav.me/d5mqwfh
I’m curious - if you’re read my writing: does anyone look different than you imagined them? If you focus more on my art posts - what archetype/role/personality would you assume these characters have based just on these designs?
“Relachar.” Relaxation. - 100/100 Themes.
Oh, just for the record, I am fully aware of how often I draw Rivek with the crap beat out of him. And the rest of the cast is, too.
Bohren pet Vika on the head before turning to the bird’s owner. “It’s good to see you smiling, and not, you know, bleeding.”
“How do you think I feel?” Rivek winked, lacing his fingers through Willow’s. “All thanks to this lady here, not that she cares.”
“Of course, I care! It means I’ve finally got a day off.”
“Enigman.” Puzzle. - 098/100 Themes.
Dulaine exists as a moral compass for Willow, kind of a voice of reason. Oddly enough, his symbol is a horse.
Her father’s chair was too big for her. Its high back towered over Willow like the rows of bookcases in the walls. She sat cross-legged in the seat, twisting her body toward the fireplace. Her attempt at keeping warm proved useless. Every turn just froze her other side again.
Dulaine tapped his fingers on the desk in front of them. “Come on, Will. We’re playing chess, not dancing.” He nudged his white bishop forward.
“I’m cold.” She pushed a black pawn towards him.
“That’s not relevant.” He moved the bishop to the pawn’s location, knocking the it onto the table. “You can do better than that.”
The pawn gone, she pushed her rook ahead to take the bishop. But she hadn’t accounted for the knight waiting behind it. Two pieces down, she tucked her shivering hands under her hair and scowled.
“You used to love this game when we were kids.”
“No, I didn’t. I played because Andell wanted me to.” She moved another pawn forward, and it became another pawn gone. She slid her bishop to the side to avoid his queen. “I always lost.”
“Well, we’re all grown up now, so you might stand a better chance.” Protecting the bishop had left another pawn open for capture. Dulaine placed the downed piece in his growing collection. Willow hoped some of them were just the extras the set came with in case you lost one. “But if you want a better chance, we should probably start over.”
She gnawed her lip and picked up the bishop, her grip tight with the thought of having to spend another three hours with this idiot diversion. This time, she threw it at his chest. “This was your stupid idea! I don’t have time for kid’s games right now!”
“Do you? I bet you Sorian is very good at this ‘kid’s game.’ Because this little puzzle, Will, is a taste of a much bigger, much more dangerous, one. That you’re already playing.”
She folded her arms and sat back in the chair with her brow furrowed.
“When I reset the board, you’ll understand.”
Willow buried her face in her sleeves as she watched him clear the board and lay the pieces out again.
Dulaine gently placed her king off to the side and reached over for one of the extra pieces. He set it in the king’s place. Willow reached over and lifted his hand, revealing the dark horse underneath. “This was your board two days ago. But now, Sorian’s captured your black knight. And you have finish his game if you hope to see Rivek alive again.”
“Salum prima.” Safety First. - 097/100 Themes.
Dulaine and Rivek don’t get along at first. Dulaine is a noble gentleman, and Rivek is a slave scoundrel. Too bad Will kind of likes both of them.
Willow followed the jingle of keys on Dulaine’s wrist. The higher they climbed, the further the sounds of snorting horses and jousting lances faded into the distance. Dulaine paused in front of a heavy, wooden door marked ‘private’ and began to fiddle with the lock.
“My father’s study?” Willow wrung her fingers. “I’m not so sure about this, anymore.”
“Technically, your brother’s.” Dulaine turned the key and push the door open. “ Don’t worry - Andell approves of this.”
She folded her arms. Andell had been acting strange since the tournament started, and she didn’t appreciate Dulaine being so tight-lipped, either.
“Don’t look at me like that.” He ushered her inside and closed the door behind them. “What if I can’t be there to protect you?”
The room looked as if it belonged to a dead man: ordered once and never touched again. The walls were lined floor to ceiling with carved, oak, bookcases, holding charts, maps, and histories in alphabetical order. Willow knew, although it has been six years since their father passed, Andell still only came in to retrieve specific documents when absolutely needed. The fingerprints in the dust revealed his exact whereabouts. Dulaine grabbed the sides of the desk in the center of the room and pushed it against the wall. Willow grimaced, hoping it wouldn’t leave trails in the wood flooring.
He took off his shoes and motioned for her to do the same. She kicked her boots off and stood barefoot on the plush rug in the middle of the room. Although worn, the fibers felt familiar between her toes. She moved forward until she stood an arm’s length away from her friend.
“The best self-defense is to-”
“Run away.” She took a step towards him. “That’s what Andell wants you to teach me. I want you to teach me to fight.”
Dulaine rubbed his forehead. “Switch with me.” He took her by the shoulders and turned her around, placing his hefty frame between her and the door. “If you want me to teach you how to fight, then you have to prove you already know how to run.”
“Fine.” She ducked under his arm and made a dash towards the hallway. Before she got off the carpet, Dulaine hooked his fist around her elbow and dragged her back. She muttered, “Not fair.”
“Well, most people who’d put you in this situation wouldn’t be very fair, would they?” He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her, shrieking, over his shoulder.
“Put me down!”
“You’re four feet off the ground. How are you going to run away now?”
She kneed him in the nose with her flailing, causing him to let go and sending her to land stomach. Flat on the ground, she grabbed the first thing she could to hoist herself up: his arm. Realizing her luck, she ducked to his back, dug her nails into the soft spot of his wrist, and wrenched his elbow behind him. Dulaine dropped to his knees in surprise. With her other hand, Willow reached into her apron and brought forth her sewing scissors. She aimed their point at his neck, shaking in time with her labored breathing.
Dulaine sputtered. “Who taught you that?”
“Sorry.” She bit her lip and removed the shears from his neck. “Rivek.”
“I see. He would teach you to fight dirty.” Dulaine stood. “We’ll continue this lesson tomorrow.”
“Vixea.” Food - 087/100 Themes.
As a Shifter, Rivek maintains shares certain physical traits between falcon and human forms. Some are useful, such as increased speed and enhanced eyesight. Some are drawbacks, such as a lighter skeleton and inability to build muscle. Others are just weird: like the ability to consume raw meat and cough up pellets later.
Willow set her fork in her lap and balanced the plate on her knees. She leaned forward to inhale the steam wafting off the rosemary garlic chicken before stirring her peas into its bed of rice. She placed a spoonful in her mouth and smiled as the sweet pearls popped between her teeth. But as much as she hungered for food, she truly relished a moment’s peace away from the tournament with its high-collared diplomats and insincere small talk.
Her stomach growled, a reminder that she hadn’t actually eaten all day. She set the fork on the plate and tore the chicken’s leg off with her fingers.
“How ladylike of you.” Bohren appeared to the side, holding a bottle of beer in one hand and his own heaping smorgasboard in the other. A fruit tart teetered between the legs of an entire, stuffed hen. Its sides had been piled high with potatoes topped with crumbled cheese. An ear of corn floated in a puddle of mushrooms and gravy. The edible mountain was topped by a half-eaten beef sandwich.
He placed his plate on the grass and sat down next to her. Willow cringed as he finished the sandwich in three gulps.
“I don’t think you have the right to question Willow’s manners.” Rivek sat down to Willow’s other side. She noticed he didn’t have a plate. Instead, three bloody dormice hung from his fist.
“What are those?” she shrieked.
“Dinner.” Rivek laid the mice on his knee and reached over Willow’s lap to grab Bohren’s bottle. He took a swig and picked up one of corpses by its scruff. Willow cringed as he placed the skull between his teeth. It popped like a pea in his mouth, and he proceeded to suck the juice from its neck.
Bohren took his beer back. “I’m not sharing with you after that.”
Rivek shrugged and swallowed the body. The next mouse he ate whole, cracking the bones between his teeth. He played with the tail that dangled outside his lips.
Unwilling to watch this process a third time, Willow punched Rivek in the arm, launching the last mouse into the grass, “That’s disgusting!”
“Says the girl eating a bird,” Rivek winked before getting up to retrieve his dessert.
Willow whined as he dusted it off on his shirt hem and popped it in his mouth. She closed her eyes until she heard him slurp up its tail.
“Just wait,” Bohren laughed. “It gets better. In a few hours, he’ll vomit up its skeleton.”