(2) ART: xmenbigbang "Isle of the Misfit Toys" - all G
Artist: rosivan
Rating/Warnings: G (both), no warnings
Characters/Pairings: Gambit, Wolverine & Cyclops
A/N: Drawn for xmenbigbang, for sparrowshellcat's [Isle of the Misfit Toys]. Drawing notes are at the bottom of the entry.
It was snowing.
Cupping the flickering little flame of his lighter so he could light up his cigarette, Remy LeBeau considered the way the snow fell lightly onto the already snowy landscape, obscuring the shapes of the cars, the trees. It seemed to create a scene that was melting, all soft around the edges.
Drawing in a deep lungful of smoke, he leaned back against the corrugated steel walls of the bar. Remy tracked the progress of one of the transport trucks coming into the slushy parking lot with his eyes.
Visions of Logan reacting about as patiently as he hadn't with Remy flicked through his mind, and he half rose, calling out: "Non, petit-!"
The animal-like man he knew as James Logan hadn't sliced the teenager open. The boy wasn't sprawled out across the wooden floor with his innards spread out across the slats. He was whole as ever, just kneeling between the other man's knees, holding the mug in his hands, carefully, holding the lip of it to Logan's lip. The wild man's fingers were curled around Scott's, and he was sipping at the broth, brows furrowed as he drank.
It was a strangely...touching scene. Like something out of a fucked up Normal Rockwell painting, a sweet gentle moment that made no sense out of context, but was oddly beautiful.
"You cheated," the man snarled.
"Oh come on." Scott snapped. "Even a blind man could tell you you lost because he was better than you."
"Shut up!" The man roared, fuelled by rage and alcohol, and swung the bat at Scott.
This was, naturally, a very bad idea.
Remy bolted up to his feet, eyes literally flaring behind his sunglasses, but Logan's claws were already slashing at that bat, faster than the human eye could see, cutting the weapon into even chunks, making the now-very-short bat whistle harmlessly past the younger man's head. The Cajun's hands hit those aluminium fragments, then flung them back at the attacker - where they exploded in his face, against his chest, throwing him back and away.
"I get the distinct impression that something very impressive just happened," Scott muttered.
(notes- Gambit Smoking)
This took forever XD; It's probably one of the few things I've really painted instead of simply coloured, and I'm quite pleased with the result, even if I forgot that the Gambit was supposed to be movie!Gambit and not comics!Gambit. WOOPS.
(notes- Wolverine&Cyclops)
I tried going for a Norman Rockwell feel, as was described. I don't even want to think about the proportions of this one anymore.
(notes- Bar Fight)
This image doesn't count, simply because it's pretty much scrapped. It takes place between the first and second one above, but I couldn't quite get them all arranged in the composition in a way that would make sense for what was written. Also, hello again, comics!Gambit. You're supposed to be movie!Gambit. Rogue's hanging out in the corner, there, and let's not even talk about Logan's hair or what baseball bats actually look like...
Rating/Warnings: G (both), no warnings
Characters/Pairings: Gambit, Wolverine & Cyclops
A/N: Drawn for xmenbigbang, for sparrowshellcat's [Isle of the Misfit Toys]. Drawing notes are at the bottom of the entry.
It was snowing.
Cupping the flickering little flame of his lighter so he could light up his cigarette, Remy LeBeau considered the way the snow fell lightly onto the already snowy landscape, obscuring the shapes of the cars, the trees. It seemed to create a scene that was melting, all soft around the edges.
Drawing in a deep lungful of smoke, he leaned back against the corrugated steel walls of the bar. Remy tracked the progress of one of the transport trucks coming into the slushy parking lot with his eyes.
Visions of Logan reacting about as patiently as he hadn't with Remy flicked through his mind, and he half rose, calling out: "Non, petit-!"
The animal-like man he knew as James Logan hadn't sliced the teenager open. The boy wasn't sprawled out across the wooden floor with his innards spread out across the slats. He was whole as ever, just kneeling between the other man's knees, holding the mug in his hands, carefully, holding the lip of it to Logan's lip. The wild man's fingers were curled around Scott's, and he was sipping at the broth, brows furrowed as he drank.
It was a strangely...touching scene. Like something out of a fucked up Normal Rockwell painting, a sweet gentle moment that made no sense out of context, but was oddly beautiful.
"You cheated," the man snarled.
"Oh come on." Scott snapped. "Even a blind man could tell you you lost because he was better than you."
"Shut up!" The man roared, fuelled by rage and alcohol, and swung the bat at Scott.
This was, naturally, a very bad idea.
Remy bolted up to his feet, eyes literally flaring behind his sunglasses, but Logan's claws were already slashing at that bat, faster than the human eye could see, cutting the weapon into even chunks, making the now-very-short bat whistle harmlessly past the younger man's head. The Cajun's hands hit those aluminium fragments, then flung them back at the attacker - where they exploded in his face, against his chest, throwing him back and away.
"I get the distinct impression that something very impressive just happened," Scott muttered.
(notes- Gambit Smoking)
This took forever XD; It's probably one of the few things I've really painted instead of simply coloured, and I'm quite pleased with the result, even if I forgot that the Gambit was supposed to be movie!Gambit and not comics!Gambit. WOOPS.
(notes- Wolverine&Cyclops)
I tried going for a Norman Rockwell feel, as was described. I don't even want to think about the proportions of this one anymore.
(notes- Bar Fight)
This image doesn't count, simply because it's pretty much scrapped. It takes place between the first and second one above, but I couldn't quite get them all arranged in the composition in a way that would make sense for what was written. Also, hello again, comics!Gambit. You're supposed to be movie!Gambit. Rogue's hanging out in the corner, there, and let's not even talk about Logan's hair or what baseball bats actually look like...