I've got some final tweaks and edits to make and then I'll be posting all the chapters back to back because I don't want to leave you hanging in the angst!
Here's a little bitty snippet from the next chapter:
It's half past five in the morning. I don't need to check. I always wake up at half past five. Yesterday, Baz told me it was my least attractive quality.
Second, I had a goal to do six binds this year and I've only done one so far. But that's okay! I also had a goal to sew every month this year and that's coming along nicely so I don't feel too bad about the other. That being said, I have a final mock up of @you-remind-me-of-the-babe's fic Depth of Reason!!
Design under the cut...
These aren't necessarily the final colors because I haven't gotten the book cloth yet buuuuut what do you think?
I also LOVE to get ahead of myself, so I'm brainstorming a cover for another fic. Can you guess which one?
Anyways, that's all for now š I hope May is treating you well
Hey friends, it's been a while. Many thanks to @tragediegh, @artsyunderstudy and @monbons for their recent tags. Its always wonderful seeing what you've been working on (and getting to be feral about it in the hashtags). I'm excited to finally reciprocate with a Crowman update!
šŖ½Winged Wardrobe WednesdayšŖ½
There comes a time in every cursed Crowman's life where he must ask himself 'wtf do I wear now I have wings?' Unfortunately, being the artist who created this problem, I have to come up with the answers.
So for the last few weeks I've been giving my Crowman the paper doll treatment, and now it's time to share the results with you (under the cut).
The Hangover
When the Crowman (henceforth CM) is first cursed, he wakes in the tattered remains of his former party outfit. His once flouncy shirt is torn and stained, his stockings are rumpled and no longer stay up, and his shoes are completely missing. It marks his break with the society he grew up in. His wings have completely torn through his jacket and waistcoat, leaving him with little more than rags on his back.
Make do and mend
To preserve his dignity in the forest, CM has to fashion himself an outfit from what little he has to hand. He starts off with a thin blanket (I swear I came up with this long before Victor in Arcane made wearing blankets all the rage, but it's got a similar vibe I'm not mad about) which he uses to create this cheeky halterneck-toga emsemble, using his old silk scarf as a belt. I might have him wrap his feet in fabric strips from his old trousers, but he'll quickly realise its impractical and go barefoot. Later he'll also use the remains of his shirt for boiled bandages.Ā
Bonus: In this sketch you also get to see me working out how on earth to draw wings. In all the other sketches in this post I focused solely on the costuming, so his wings and facial features are rough or non existant. I did this sketch last and realised I probably shouldn't put off drawing wings any longer since I'm literally basing an entire graphic novel on a guy with them. (Why did I do this to myself?)
Mysterious Horror
Arburgh meets CM in the introduction to the story, in the middle of the woods at night. This is what Arburgh first sees; a lumpy shadow in the trees, hardly distinguishable as man or beast. Arburgh immediaetly recalls all the horrifying tales he's heard about the cursed horror living in the forest. On seeing CM in full, Arburgh is terrified.
I wanted to reveal CM in stages, so the reader can take in different aspects of his curse gradually. Initially the focus is on his mystique, his links to the horrifying tales told about him. As he lifts his hood you'll see his beak and his hands (I gave him ombre black finger tips because why wouldn't I). Later, he'll reveal his massive wings across a double page spread I'm really looking forward to drawing.
Assassin vibes
Spoiler: CM is not an assassin. But the final evolution of his costune has that vibe. Why? Practicality! By the time Arbrugh meets him, CM has been living in the forest for at least a year. In that time he's worked out how to better garb himself while keeping himself warm, his wings free, and allowing full movement of all his limbs. Dark colours ensure an element of camoflage, while also infering his acceptance of being more crow-like in appearance. His sleeves are detachable, meaning he can go without in warm weather. The ends of his trousers are wound with leg wraps to keep them from flapping about when he's flying. He no longer uses his silk scarf as a belt. He has completely parted with humanity.
More coming soon!
I have a lot more to share re costumes, so stay tuned for more sketches and notes over the next few weeks. I'm aiming to give you a fashion show for Cygnus next week.
In the meantime, what would your blorbos wear if they had wings? (Simon Snow community I know you're well practiced with this.) Tell me in the comments XD
No pressure tagging as an invitation to share anything you're working on (but only if you'd like to) and to say a big 'hello I've missed you' to everyone, regardless of whether you share or not āØ
@rowynnellis @hattedhedgehog @eremeldanin Iām also adding you guys because I'm trying to be brave and share more with people I know IRLš¬š¬š¬ Love you xx
Ps- I've updated my tags with some new moots. Hello new friends! If you'd rather not be tagged, or if you'd prefer to only be tagged on specific fandom/oc stuff stuff, lemme know (no judgement or offence taken at all I promise)
Ooh this one is angsty. It's basically Runaan struggling to keep food down after a week of starving himself and another week on the run not eating well. Ethari has helped his husband recover from many a mission, but for the first time in his marriage, he doesn't feel equipped to handle Runaan's injuries.
From my fic notes: "Runaan isn't used to eating real food when he returns home. Between his self-starvation, weeks on the road, and being imprisoned twice (thrice, counting the coin), his stomach needs to be treated gently."
Honestly, I want to drop the whole fic (what I have of it), so I'm just going to do that. Here it is! [link] Enjoy!
And a little teaser š
Ethari strips down to his crop top and trousers before moving to join Runaan, so he can better help him without soaking all of his clothes.
Runaan cracks an eye open, the corner of his lip twitching.
"Don't stop on my account."
Blushing, Ethari throws off the last of his clothing and joins Runaan in the shower.
"Happy?"
"Mmm. Very." Runaan drags half-lidded eyes down Ethari's body, following the deep flush back up to grin at him. Then his smile falters. "I don't want you to get the wrong ideaāI'm not... exactly in the physicalāor emotionalāstate to have sex..."
"Neither am I," Ethari admits. "Emotionally, that is. And Runaan, I never expect you to do anything you're not ready for. You were just sick in our daughter's bathroom, for Moon's sake."
hey everyone. hi. it's been awhile since I've posted one of these. I've been pretty quiet in general these past few months. some of that is because I've been working much more on original fiction. I've been reading a lot of novels and poetry. pursuing beauty to its lair, in the words of arundhati roy.
but today I have something to share with you all.
@monbons has shared little previews of the project we've been working on together for almost a full year. now I finally get to join the party.
here is the tiniest of snippets from our collab AU, i do not regret you, coming to you this november for carry on countdown. the fic is about queer love and trans joy. which, honestly, feels like a small act of resistance right now. it's also a lot of fun, and we can't wait to share it with you. āļø
@dazed Niall Connelly smashes back onto the music scene with a hot debut single and his new band Mixed Metals
only tagging a few of you since it's been so fcking long. love ya.
Thanks to @prettygoododds, @monbons, @j-trow-95, @artsyunderstudy, and @blackberrysummers for the tags, today! And thanks also to everyone who's kept tagging me while I'm having a difficult time keeping a steady presence on Tumblr. It means so much to me to still be included. <3 I'm never going to catch up, but being able to dip in and out when I can helps a lot!
Looking to my immediate future, I have number of projects ahead! I'm hoping to do more illustrations for @leithillustration's Snow on Ice fic (because I adore it, and I adore skating snowbaz), and then there's @carryonthroughtheages on the horizon, too. (That's happening October 19-25th, and you should totally join in.)
It's been a weird year. Believe it or not, I've actually been drawing throughout all of it. But for one reason or another, haven't been able to post any of it. UNTIL YESTERDAY! And TODAY! Woot!
YES! In case you missed it, Miri ( @bookishbroadwayandblind ) and I finally(!) posted Chapter One of our COBB project, As Long As You're Mine. My first illustration for the story features Agatha, or rather, "Agatha the Well-Beloved." (Did I mention this is a Wicked AU?) It's my first time digging into an Agatha portrait, and I love it. Designing her dress-- something that combined "Agatha" with "Glinda"-- was so much fun. (Big thanks to @best--dress for being my go-to source for Agatha-info!) So yeah, this is another ongoing project I'm looking forward to!
I also did a sketch for the banner graphic. And while I drew it specifically for the banner, I like it enough it might get developed further down the road for a certain scene. We'll see. XD My goal was to do a version of the Broadway poster for Wicked in my own style, but *as usual* I took it in another direction. (If Baz is whispering something to Simon that's making him smile, you can't convince me there wouldn't be a caress in there, too. I mean. If he can get away with it.)
Anyway, here's the sketch, in case you want a better look!
I also did a separate Personal Update post here, because I didn't want to attach it to the art for Reasons.
Posted, as is tradition, on Thursday in Australia because Iām terrible but @rbkzz cracked the whip to post my WIP.
So, sneak peak from Ch 19 of On The Rocks:
I fumble with my phone, dialling his number with my heart in my throat.
It doesnāt even ring. Just straight to voicemail - his dulcet, resonant voice saying āYou have reached Basilton Grimm-Pitch. Please leave a concise message.ā His precise, RP becomes clipped and forceful on the word āconciseā and if I werenāt so terrified Iād laugh at the grumpy git.
Instead I immediately, stupidly, re-dial. And then again. And again. Ten more times. (I remember some probably bollocks Einstein quote about insanity being doing the same shit over and over and expecting different outcomes, and itās not lost on me that Iām literally in the fucking nut house doing exactly that.)
Thanks for the tag @bachusekart, @bookishbroadwayandblind, @blackberrysummers, @prettygoododds, @monbons, & @artsyunderstudy
(Iām so sorry snowbaz friends) Iām still deep in magical-girl-Eddie fic which I just started posting ⦠hoping to finish soon because this damn thing wonāt leave my mind and I need to get to novel editing like ⦠yesterday. But inspiration flows where it flows, ya know?
Hereās some silly āmorning-afterā shenanigans:
Shannon rolls her eyes as she finally deems a pair of his jeans decent enough to throw on. Then, she huffs at how they hang off her.
Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, suddenly self-conscious of his hippy figure. āWhy donāt you just wear your dress from yesterday?ā
āI canāt exactly climb out your window in a dress.ā
āWhat does that mean?ā
Then, Chris starts knocking on Eddieās door. āDad! What are you doing in there?ā
āYeah, Shan,ā he hisses. āWhat are we doing in here?ā In a louder voice, he answers his son: āSorry, mijo! Wardrobe issues.ā
āAre all of your pants too small again?ā
Even hanging half out of Eddieās window, one leg draped over the sill, Eddieās oversized LAFD workout shirt falling off one of Shannonās shoulders, she manages to snort at Chrisās question.
āHey, youāre climbing out of my window like a rebellious teen trying to hide from your son,ā Eddie reminds her. āSo maybe less judgement about my fat ass.ā
āIt really is fat,ā Shannon says before sliding into his backyard and running out of sight.
Eddieās fairly certain that, in this rare case, heās allowed to say this. But he whispers it just to be safe. āBitch.ā
Shannon and Eddieās friendship in this fic gives me life. They are trying so hard! Also pour one out for my man Buck, who has to deal with a sexy girl Eddie with an even fatter ass than normal who keeps flirting with him despite insisting sheās a married lesbian. He googled the patriarchy for her! Thatās how you know itās love.
Tagging the besties @raeny-day @thewholelemon bc I subject them to my 9-1-1 whims and sparing the rest of you ⦠unless you see this & wanna play, in which case pls feel free to tag me šā„ļø
Simon: You're not worried he'll meet someone else, fall in love, and leave forever?
Penny: Of course not.
Penny: I've seen the way he looks at me. He's not going anywhere.
Penny: I mean, I'm worried he'll get grabbed by the fae. But that's a separate issue.
Tags and hellos under the cut!
Just a funny little exchange to wave and say I'm still around. Writing is hard, but my Baz/Shepard polyfic (code name: Cursed Boyfriends) is always on my mind. I'm at the point where I think I have most of it figured out...... but I haven't actually gotten the words out..... so things could still change. I just need a day with an extra 48 hours jammed into it to knock this thing outāI'm sure many of you can relate.
It's been a while since I posted a wipsday post, so I'm gonna tag most of my Carry On mutuals hereāplease let me know if you want to be removed from or added to the list!
Hope everyone is doing okay or better. š Hugs and high fives all around! @valeffelees @ebbpettier @artsyunderstudy @facewithoutheart @sillyunicorn @bookish-bogwitch @messofthejess @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @mostlymaudlin @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @confused-bi-queer @nightimedreamersworld @cutestkilla @larkral @martsonmars @skeedelvee @im-gettingby @fatalfangirl @annabellelux @ileadacharmedlife @fiend-for-culture @talentpiper11