It was my brother's birthday today! (HE IS TWENTY-FIVE.) I actually got myself a lovely new tablet recently and haven't yet fully broken it in, so I dedicated my day to drawing the best damn birthday card money can't by.
I QUITE LIKE IT. My brother liked it too. My mum managed to correctly discern that one of them's the Hulk, but after that she vaguely guessed Spiderman and suggested the team was the Incredibles. Which was still better than my dad, who asked which bits were my own work and which came from the internet (although once I'd explained to him that no, dad, I drew the lot, he made an impressed noise.) PARENTS: NO GOOD AT SUPERHEROES OR DIGITAL ART.
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In other news, I'm working on an Avengers/Time Traveller's Wife fusion. IT IS THE WORST. I started it a few months ago, in my head, at work and started typing up thinking it would be a fun little 5k thing. Now it is 11k with 2-3000 still left to go. Moral to this story is probably 'I should never ever try to predict the length of a fic ever again.'
(The worst of it is, I'm estimating the sequel to a Very, Very, Very Fine House is going to be 50k+ and if that's what I'm saying now, JUST HOW LONG IS IT GOING TO BE?)