#fanpro0048

[ievanniina]

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[foervraengd]

The flynn post I reblogged earlier actually was really helpful reference material to draw Magnum's jacket. I honestly have a hard time drawing jackets, so I consider this as a little practise doodle.

[foervraengd]

Decided to add more frames to the gif I did yesterday!

maybe I'll take the time to do a cleanup version of this gif some day...

[foervraengd]

got a quite a bit inspired by the concept drawings of Flynn Rider by Glen Keane (link)

Magnum I love your hair but I also hate it. A lot.

[fanprobook-blog]

I would like to ask for 5 pages for a B&W comic. I haven't decided on my characters yet. What is the deadline to submit?

The pages will be reserved for you. No deadline yet.

[booksophie]

fanpro is pretty neat, so I decided to contribute by writing a was-going-to-be-short thing about 48 and 59

it's gotten long so I'm just gonna post it now and wirte more parts later because 59 has barely even made an appearance and this is mostly all me attempting to worldbuild

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Leaving your kids alone to entertain themselves isn't an uncommon practice on Vert. The cries of plants that need tending to is louder than any sound your infant could manage. Just sit them in a nice patch of dirt, give them a bottle of water and they'll entertain themselves. What is uncommon is returning to find your two-year-old perched in a sapling that wasn't there a few hours earlier, sucking his thumb calmly.

I was marked then as one of the Gifted. It didn't make me a freak like it would on some planets. Not here, where you grow up surrounded by the color green, where you learn to use a shovel as soon as you can lift one. It opened up a world of possibilities for me, but at the same time, it shut down any hope I ever had of leaving. 

Some people do. Leave, I mean. If you can prove your talents, your worth to the Empire, they'll send down an interplanetary shuttle and the universe is yours. That was all I ever dreamed of before reality punched me in the face. 

I stand at the end of the lane that leads to the hillock that is my family's home, posture perfect. I try not to let my impatience and nervousness show on my face, but my knuckles are white as I tighten my grip on my long green staff. It doesn't help that the bushes down here haven't been watered in a while, and I can feel the thirst of those nearest to me traveling up my staff like a low continuous electric shock. Irritably, I pull the end of it away from the ground, because more stimulus is the last thing I want. 

I rub idly at the bulbous purple tip of my staff, trying to make it just a bit shinier.

My parents have already retreated to the fields, dutiful goodbyes and parental roles fulfilled, muttering about cabbages and fertilizer. I likely won't see them again. 

I hear the crunching sound of someone coming down the lane, and I feel myself straighten. My mind goes back to a week ago, to breaking open the letter with the wax imperial seal. If you close your eyes you can picture the words as if you're still looking at them. 

To Master Peter Crescen: 

We have been informed that next Tuesday, May the 16th, is the day of completion of your twentieth year cycle. We offer our congratulations on your coming of age. 

Our records indicate that you have been registered as a Gifted entity for more than a dozen cycles, and that you received your Channeling Instrument at the typical age. 

At 9:00 AM on Wednesday, May the 17th, transport will be sent to the location of your residence so that you may begin more intensive training.

Regards, 

The Office of Princess Ivy Helix

 A carriage rolls up and the driver beckons me into an empty carriage, raising an eyebrow at my hesitance.

"You didn't think she'd come for you in person, did you?" he sneers. "You'll have plenty of time to be frightened of her at the castle," he adds with a snort, before spurring the horses forward.

 A heavy sense of disappointment spreads through me, as I lean my head on the window, watching the endless greenery streak by. The box-like carriage is making me feel like some sort of caged bird, and before long I drop off to sleep.