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via http://ift.tt/2bnF3MI:
laurenftagn:

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my half of an art trade with @gluethegrue. they asked for something from @skull-bearer ‘s dragon-and-hobbit AU which I confess I hadn’t read before but then I did and guys it’s super cute. 

so I did the thing, and I gave them an astronomy lab because ksci ain’t ksci without a lab to fight in, whatever the incarnation. and newt talks too much (and sprays crumbs everywhere in the process) and hermann doesn’t really mind because he’s kind of used to it at this point and it gives him something to grouse about which makes him happy. 

this was super fun and not something I would have picked up on my own – so thank you!!

Thank you! They are so perfect in this one! I love it so much!
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This print?

I can't wait for it to arrive and I can hang it on my wall next to the District 9 poster (which is going up the moment I get a frame for it), the landscape of a mountain lake and the monocrome seascape.

I love this artist so much. it's like everything I love about HR Giger with none of the stuff I don't. The mindfucking dear god that man is painting my dreams (I often dream of great big nameless things), the fact that he's one of the few artist who can hook me even in colour paintings (normally I'm monochrome all the way), the story you can feel just under the paint, hell, even the fact that he doesn't give his paintings names, because they're just so weird you'd need an entirely new language to name them. Maybe that's why it works for me, because I work with language and this is just Cthulhu.

I think I'll move the mountain lake somewhere else and hang the print over my computer. It's something I'd love to look at while writing, and not something I'd want to see from my bed thank you. I get enough of these dreams already.

Agads I love this artist. 'Tis a pity he's dead.
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This print?

I can't wait for it to arrive and I can hang it on my wall next to the District 9 poster (which is going up the moment I get a frame for it), the landscape of a mountain lake and the monocrome seascape.

I love this artist so much. it's like everything I love about HR Giger with none of the stuff I don't. The mindfucking dear god that man is painting my dreams (I often dream of great big nameless things), the fact that he's one of the few artist who can hook me even in colour paintings (normally I'm monochrome all the way), the story you can feel just under the paint, hell, even the fact that he doesn't give his paintings names, because they're just so weird you'd need an entirely new language to name them. Maybe that's why it works for me, because I work with language and this is just Cthulhu.

I think I'll move the mountain lake somewhere else and hang the print over my computer. It's something I'd love to look at while writing, and not something I'd want to see from my bed thank you. I get enough of these dreams already.

Agads I love this artist. 'Tis a pity he's dead.

Yay art

Jul. 13th, 2011 11:10 pm
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Well, it's not as though I was planning to actually sleep tonight...

What is it with me and deliberately seeking out mental trauma?

Yay art

Jul. 13th, 2011 11:10 pm
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Well, it's not as though I was planning to actually sleep tonight...

What is it with me and deliberately seeking out mental trauma?
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What five scenes from fanfic (yours or anyone else's) would you like to see illustrated?

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What five scenes from fanfic (yours or anyone else's) would you like to see illustrated?

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Working on another picture, from my as yet unwritten version of Legends. Istar was great to draw but it's promising to be hell to paint. I've finished the third book of the Kingpriest Trilogy, and kudos to the writer  for making me feel sorry for everyone at the end, when previously I was all but begging the gods to speed up their schedule. I know, I'm evil, but I really, really hate Rightous Goodtm.

I am so looking forward to writing in that setting though. Too much fun.

Incidentally, I'm also currently re-writing Enigma, can anyone think of anything that they think should be changed? Any nit-picks, characterisation problems, continuity trouble, glaring typos and so on? I only have one pair of eyes, I can't spot them all (and I'm short sighted, which doesn't help either).
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Working on another picture, from my as yet unwritten version of Legends. Istar was great to draw but it's promising to be hell to paint. I've finished the third book of the Kingpriest Trilogy, and kudos to the writer  for making me feel sorry for everyone at the end, when previously I was all but begging the gods to speed up their schedule. I know, I'm evil, but I really, really hate Rightous Goodtm.

I am so looking forward to writing in that setting though. Too much fun.

Incidentally, I'm also currently re-writing Enigma, can anyone think of anything that they think should be changed? Any nit-picks, characterisation problems, continuity trouble, glaring typos and so on? I only have one pair of eyes, I can't spot them all (and I'm short sighted, which doesn't help either).
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I finally got off my arse and added art to my Deviant Art gallery. I won't be adding art here because you seen either a paid account, or an account overrun with ads. I haven't the money and don't want to look at any more flash ads than I'm already subjected to.

So my art is here. So far I have sketches of Raistlin, Dalamar, myself, a cute pic from Ice and Steel, and two parts of a rather funny fancomic I drew concerning myself and Chetwynd's character Salvador. I'll be adding more soon.
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I finally got off my arse and added art to my Deviant Art gallery. I won't be adding art here because you seen either a paid account, or an account overrun with ads. I haven't the money and don't want to look at any more flash ads than I'm already subjected to.

So my art is here. So far I have sketches of Raistlin, Dalamar, myself, a cute pic from Ice and Steel, and two parts of a rather funny fancomic I drew concerning myself and Chetwynd's character Salvador. I'll be adding more soon.
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I think this sums up my view of my country exactly, I have tears in my eyes my the end.

G.K. CHESTERTON

The Secret People

Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget,
For we are the people of England, that never has spoken yet.
There is many a fat farmer that drinks less cheerfully,
There is many a free French peasant who is richer and sadder than we.
There are no folk in the whole world so helpless or so wise.
There is hunger in our bellies, there is laughter in our eyes;
You laugh at us and love us, both mugs and eyes are wet:
Only you do not know us. For we have not spoken yet.

The fine French kings came over in a flutter of flags and dames.
We liked their smiles and battles, but we never could say their names.
The blood ran red to Bosworth and the high French lords went down;
There was naught but a naked people under a naked crown.
And the eyes of the King's Servants turned terribly every way,
And the gold of the King's Servants rose higher every day.
They burnt the homes of the shaven men, that had been quaint and kind,
Till there was no bed in a monk's house, nor food that man could find.
The inns of God where no man paid, that were the wall of the weak,
The King's Servants ate them all. And still we did not speak.

And the face of the King's Servants grew greater than the King:
He tricked them, and they trapped him, and stood round him in a ring.
The new grave lords closed round him, that had eaten the abbey's fruits,
And the men of the new religion, with their Bibles in their boots,
We saw their shoulders moving, to menace or discuss,
And some were pure and some were vile; but none took heed of us.
We saw the King as they killed him, and his face was proud and pale;
And a few men talked of freedom, while England talked of ale.

A war that we understood not came over the world and woke
Americans, Frenchmen, Irish; but we knew not the things they spoke.
They talked about rights and nature and peace and the people's reign:
And the squires, our masters, bade us fight; and never scorned us again.
Weak if we be for ever, could none condemn us then;
Men called us serfs and drudges; men knew that we were men.
In foam and flame at Trafalgar, on Albuera plains,
We did and died like lions, to keep ourselves in chains,
We lay in living ruins; firing and fearing not
The strange fierce face of the Frenchman who knew for what he fought,
And the man who seemed to be more than man we strained against and broke;
And we broke our own rights with him. And still we never spoke.

Our path of glory ended; we never heard guns again.
But the squire seemed struck in the saddle; he was foolish, as if in pain.
He leaned on a staggering lawyer, he clutched a cringing Jew,
He was stricken; it may be, after all, he was stricken at Waterloo.
Or perhaps the shades of the shaven men, whose spoil is in his house,
Come back in shining shapes at last to spoil his last carouse:
We only know the last sad squires ride slowly towards the sea,
And a new people takes the land: and still it is not we.

They have given us into the hands of the new unhappy lords,
Lords without anger and honour, who dare not carry their swords.
They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;
They look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.
And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,
Their doors are shut in the evenings; and they know no songs.

We hear men speaking for us of new laws strong and sweet,
Yet is there no man speaketh as we speak in the street.
It may be we shall rise the last as Frenchmen rose the first,
Our wrath come after Russia's wrath and our wrath be the worst.
It may be we are meant to mark with our riot and our rest
God's scorn for all men governing. It may be beer is best.
But we are the people of England; and we have not spoken yet.
Smile at us, pay us, pass us. But do not quite forget.

G.K. CHESTERTON
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I think this sums up my view of my country exactly, I have tears in my eyes my the end.

G.K. CHESTERTON

The Secret People

Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget,
For we are the people of England, that never has spoken yet.
There is many a fat farmer that drinks less cheerfully,
There is many a free French peasant who is richer and sadder than we.
There are no folk in the whole world so helpless or so wise.
There is hunger in our bellies, there is laughter in our eyes;
You laugh at us and love us, both mugs and eyes are wet:
Only you do not know us. For we have not spoken yet.

The fine French kings came over in a flutter of flags and dames.
We liked their smiles and battles, but we never could say their names.
The blood ran red to Bosworth and the high French lords went down;
There was naught but a naked people under a naked crown.
And the eyes of the King's Servants turned terribly every way,
And the gold of the King's Servants rose higher every day.
They burnt the homes of the shaven men, that had been quaint and kind,
Till there was no bed in a monk's house, nor food that man could find.
The inns of God where no man paid, that were the wall of the weak,
The King's Servants ate them all. And still we did not speak.

And the face of the King's Servants grew greater than the King:
He tricked them, and they trapped him, and stood round him in a ring.
The new grave lords closed round him, that had eaten the abbey's fruits,
And the men of the new religion, with their Bibles in their boots,
We saw their shoulders moving, to menace or discuss,
And some were pure and some were vile; but none took heed of us.
We saw the King as they killed him, and his face was proud and pale;
And a few men talked of freedom, while England talked of ale.

A war that we understood not came over the world and woke
Americans, Frenchmen, Irish; but we knew not the things they spoke.
They talked about rights and nature and peace and the people's reign:
And the squires, our masters, bade us fight; and never scorned us again.
Weak if we be for ever, could none condemn us then;
Men called us serfs and drudges; men knew that we were men.
In foam and flame at Trafalgar, on Albuera plains,
We did and died like lions, to keep ourselves in chains,
We lay in living ruins; firing and fearing not
The strange fierce face of the Frenchman who knew for what he fought,
And the man who seemed to be more than man we strained against and broke;
And we broke our own rights with him. And still we never spoke.

Our path of glory ended; we never heard guns again.
But the squire seemed struck in the saddle; he was foolish, as if in pain.
He leaned on a staggering lawyer, he clutched a cringing Jew,
He was stricken; it may be, after all, he was stricken at Waterloo.
Or perhaps the shades of the shaven men, whose spoil is in his house,
Come back in shining shapes at last to spoil his last carouse:
We only know the last sad squires ride slowly towards the sea,
And a new people takes the land: and still it is not we.

They have given us into the hands of the new unhappy lords,
Lords without anger and honour, who dare not carry their swords.
They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;
They look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.
And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,
Their doors are shut in the evenings; and they know no songs.

We hear men speaking for us of new laws strong and sweet,
Yet is there no man speaketh as we speak in the street.
It may be we shall rise the last as Frenchmen rose the first,
Our wrath come after Russia's wrath and our wrath be the worst.
It may be we are meant to mark with our riot and our rest
God's scorn for all men governing. It may be beer is best.
But we are the people of England; and we have not spoken yet.
Smile at us, pay us, pass us. But do not quite forget.

G.K. CHESTERTON

Kendo

Mar. 19th, 2006 08:38 pm
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Back from my kendo tournament.

Tally:

One bruised nail.

One twisted ankle.

Hurt arm.

Aching shoulder.

Sore back.

Knocked out in every round.

Great time had by all.

Anyway, I have this to calm me down.

Kendo

Mar. 19th, 2006 08:38 pm
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Back from my kendo tournament.

Tally:

One bruised nail.

One twisted ankle.

Hurt arm.

Aching shoulder.

Sore back.

Knocked out in every round.

Great time had by all.

Anyway, I have this to calm me down.

DeviantART

Feb. 10th, 2006 12:46 am
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Myar really does spoil me, more Ivory and Ebony art, and I even put in a cameo appearence in one! (It looks nothing like me but hey, I'm chibified!)

It was on her urging that I finally used my bit of DeviantArt, I didn't know you could put fanfics on it. All my fics are up there, and unlike FF.net they don't mind if it's adult, as long as you put warnings up, so until AFF.net's back online my adult chapters will be going there.

Oh yes, and I have finally discovered the delights of MSN. ;)

 

Skull Bearer.

DeviantART

Feb. 10th, 2006 12:46 am
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Myar really does spoil me, more Ivory and Ebony art, and I even put in a cameo appearence in one! (It looks nothing like me but hey, I'm chibified!)

It was on her urging that I finally used my bit of DeviantArt, I didn't know you could put fanfics on it. All my fics are up there, and unlike FF.net they don't mind if it's adult, as long as you put warnings up, so until AFF.net's back online my adult chapters will be going there.

Oh yes, and I have finally discovered the delights of MSN. ;)

 

Skull Bearer.

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My first fanart! I'm soooo happy. Thank you so much Myar! They just look perfect, exactly how I imagined.

Squeee!

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