A comic and catboys...
Feeling much better today. My grandma is doing okay so hopefully she'll make a full recovery.
In an attempt to distract myself I drew a silly comic yesterday for a scene of jibrailis' brilliant fic"Mr.Eames and Mr. Eames". This might well be the crackiest thing I've ever drawn. Basically it goes like this: Eames plays the tuba, Arthur lounges and Colin Firth is a sex kraken XD
I decided to do something a little different and illustrated the speech bubbles instead of just spelling out the text since the dialogue is so hilarious that I wanted to actually depict it.
The actual dialog that goes along with this:
"Instead, he played tuba. It hurt what with the wounded arm, but pain had never stopped a determined tuba player before. Arthur curled up in the sofa that was quickly becoming his sofa, the place where he always sat, and he listened patiently as Eames ran him through the harmonic underpinnings of his noble instrument.
"Just picture it in your head," Eames said as he paused for breath. "You and me, a Parisian cafe, and me serenading you like this."
"I had a dream once where I was being chased by an angry man with a tuba," Arthur said mildly.
"Aw, you dreamed about me, how sweet," Eames replied. "It's a sign that we were meant to be."
"I also dream a lot about Colin Firth," Arthur said.
Eames scowled. "No, stop that, you're not allowed to dream about Colin Firth."
"Rising from the lake like a god of the sea," Arthur added wistfully.
"Like a kraken, you mean."
"A sex kraken."
"Aghgh," Eames said, and blew mournfully into his tuba."
Some of the speech bubbles a bit bigger:
Oh yeah almost forgot, I also posted some catboy!Arthur art here
In an attempt to distract myself I drew a silly comic yesterday for a scene of jibrailis' brilliant fic"Mr.Eames and Mr. Eames". This might well be the crackiest thing I've ever drawn. Basically it goes like this: Eames plays the tuba, Arthur lounges and Colin Firth is a sex kraken XD
I decided to do something a little different and illustrated the speech bubbles instead of just spelling out the text since the dialogue is so hilarious that I wanted to actually depict it.
The actual dialog that goes along with this:
"Instead, he played tuba. It hurt what with the wounded arm, but pain had never stopped a determined tuba player before. Arthur curled up in the sofa that was quickly becoming his sofa, the place where he always sat, and he listened patiently as Eames ran him through the harmonic underpinnings of his noble instrument.
"Just picture it in your head," Eames said as he paused for breath. "You and me, a Parisian cafe, and me serenading you like this."
"I had a dream once where I was being chased by an angry man with a tuba," Arthur said mildly.
"Aw, you dreamed about me, how sweet," Eames replied. "It's a sign that we were meant to be."
"I also dream a lot about Colin Firth," Arthur said.
Eames scowled. "No, stop that, you're not allowed to dream about Colin Firth."
"Rising from the lake like a god of the sea," Arthur added wistfully.
"Like a kraken, you mean."
"A sex kraken."
"Aghgh," Eames said, and blew mournfully into his tuba."
Some of the speech bubbles a bit bigger:
Oh yeah almost forgot, I also posted some catboy!Arthur art here