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Monthly Archives: December 2012
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Ironman, 9×13,” Copic markers, multiliners, gel pen and acrylic.
I included some of the steps involved in making the piece. Thumbnails + rough sketch, rough details, clear details, marking off yellow ink areas + testing out cloud ideas and how to shape the rocket blasts, inks, gold areas and under shading for the reds.
And the camera on my phone errored out while taking work in progress shots of anything past the gold and white shot, unfortunately. I took three or four while working on the reds but they were all blank saved images (and I didn’t think to check before continuing).
Silent Night | @gadgeteerphilanthropist
Summer pouted at him. “It’s Christmas, we can’t just /go/? Oh, well,” she surrendered, “maybe another time.” She squeezed his hands, sat back and folded her legs lotus style. “It’s controlled by wearing it. When you wear it, you have wings. The first time you put it on, the magic is activated, and it runs out in twelve days, whether or not you wear it between,” she explained. “I suppose you could wait to use it.” She glanced away, smiling a little. “I only thought you would want to right away.”
“Sorry, no,” Tony replied dryly, not sounding apologetic in the slightest. He held the medallion up in front of himself, admiring it for a few moments before tucking it into his pocket, a portion of the chain hanging out. “As much as I’d love to go for a fly right now, I think I’ll hold off on it for a little while. We can go flying when it’s a bit less…winter,” he decided, casting another glance at the window. Fingers under her chin, he drew her in for another kiss. “Thank you.”
She would have said “You’re welcome,” but her mouth was a little busy. So instead she deepened the intensity of the kiss, threading both hands into his hair. She could barely breathe for leaning so far forward and it didn’t matter, because the sense of his happiness was better than air. She didn’t need a Christmas present, she thought, because this, his words, was far more than gift enough.
The kiss was leisurely, unhurried, and when he finally broke the kiss to take a breath, he pulled away slowly, cupping the side of her face with one hand. His grin had finally shrunk down to a surprisingly sincere half-smile. “Once it warms up a bit again, we can finally go dancing.” He slid a glance down to the medallion as he said it. “We never really got the chance last time.”
“Maybe you can find a little time for us to spend somewhere warm before too long,” Summer murmured, turning her face into his hand to kiss his palm. “In the meantime, maybe we could go back to what we were doing before you weaseled your gift out of me?” She unfolded her legs to cage him in with her knees, pressing herself up against him, whispering in his ear, “It’s amazing how much your happiness turns me on, Tony.”
How would your character react if they found mine dead?
Silent Night | @gadgeteerphilanthropist
Summer pouted at him. “It’s Christmas, we can’t just /go/? Oh, well,” she surrendered, “maybe another time.” She squeezed his hands, sat back and folded her legs lotus style. “It’s controlled by wearing it. When you wear it, you have wings. The first time you put it on, the magic is activated, and it runs out in twelve days, whether or not you wear it between,” she explained. “I suppose you could wait to use it.” She glanced away, smiling a little. “I only thought you would want to right away.”
“Sorry, no,” Tony replied dryly, not sounding apologetic in the slightest. He held the medallion up in front of himself, admiring it for a few moments before tucking it into his pocket, a portion of the chain hanging out. “As much as I’d love to go for a fly right now, I think I’ll hold off on it for a little while. We can go flying when it’s a bit less…winter,” he decided, casting another glance at the window. Fingers under her chin, he drew her in for another kiss. “Thank you.”
She would have said “You’re welcome,” but her mouth was a little busy. So instead she deepened the intensity of the kiss, threading both hands into his hair. She could barely breathe for leaning so far forward and it didn’t matter, because the sense of his happiness was better than air. She didn’t need a Christmas present, she thought, because this, his words, was far more than gift enough.
Why are you following me?
Put a reason in my ask.
Shooting Star | @wordlesswarlock
Summer opened her mouth to ask if Arthur knew, then paused as something occurred to her. “You … keep blushing,” she commented, smiling a little. “Does no one ever compliment you?”
There usually isn’t much to be complimented on, he shrugged matter-of-factly. I think only three living people know about my magic—four now that you know—and when I’m not messing up, I’m doing my job or breaking the law. Or some combination of the three. Realizing that he was getting into overly-negative territory, he changed the topic. I probably wouldn’t blush so much if I had darker skin, anyway. Um, where are you from, exactly?
“South. Far south, and east, on the edge of the water, where the white cliffs fall into the sea. It’s really beautiful there.” She smiled more wistfully, thinking of her home. “Well, so long as dragons aren’t terrorising us. Our folk are bringing in the harvest now. Some of it we’ll sell across the water, and some we’ll trade with my sister’s lord.” Picking at the coverlet, Summer went on, “They’ll be wondering if I’m alive, I expect. But there won’t be too much concern yet.”
That does sound beautiful, Merlin couldn’t help but grin as he imagined the place. A small part of him longed to see it for himself, but he pushed those thoughts aside. Your sister’s lord? Does she live in another area? He was dying to ask more about the dragons but chose to save those questions for later. Is there any way we could send them a letter to let them know that you’re alright?
“My twin. She married to the north. We needed the alliance — well, what we really needed was to stop raiding each other. The seasons of peace have been good.” She took a little time to consider Merlin’s last question, fingers worrying together. “I suppose. I can’t afford a courier any more than a place to stay, though. So writing a letter would do little good.”
Open RP (@iamthefirechild)
“Smart man,” Summer murmured. She returned the assessing glance and deliberately raised her eyebrows. “I definitely think I’m safer out here alone than you are — without your suit. Mr Stark. And that’s without using my powers, either. With those, I could walk down this street naked and nobody would bother me. It’s sweet that you’re so concerned, though.”
She didn’t mean to sound quite so arrogant, and winced inwardly. But the words were said now, hanging in the air between them. She tucked the stray lock back over her ear and into her plait, watching Tony.
“Hey now, don’t diss me out just because I don’t happen to have my tech on me. Ain’t a good thing to do. And not just me. Heck, I know people who can take your head off with nothing but a… Okay. Shutting up at that point, because my imagination is, apparently, firmly set on ‘disturbing’ right now.” Tony shook his head, clearing out that last remaining bit of the alcohol haze that seemed intent on making sure he was acting the blubbering mess. Not an easy thing to do – but hey, the engineer had years of experience dealing with the board, Pep, reporters, Pep, one-night partners, Jarvis and his snark and last, but not the least, Rhodey after some wild nights out and this? Didn’t have nothing on any of the above.
“And I wouldn’t be too sure about the naked part – but hey, be my guest. I’m just pretty sure there WOULD be a few morons who would try their luck – there always are – but then again, there are quite a few people who deserve to have a nice show once in a while.” The words were accompanied by a more Tony-ish look, complete with crossed arms, semi-steady posture and the arrogant smirk. “Then again, there is press to consider, and no matter what they claim – that thing is a savage bitch one shouldn’t touch with a long pole. Or ever.”
“The press only knows me when I wear the mask, darlin’,” Summer drawled. “/You/ just happened to catch me on a night when I was going vigilante. As it happens, I’m absolutely certain about the naked part.” Teasingly, she added, “Would you happen to be thinking of yourself as one of those people who deserves a nice show?”
“I might be,” and Tony was pretty sure the words ‘I dare you to say otherwise’ were printed big and bright on his face, but it wasn’t like he minded that… In the least. Telegraphing his thoughts was never a bother – what with that thing filtering his expressions actually existing, unlike his brain-to-mouth one, which has gone obsolete and was therefore removed and never re-installed somewhere around the age of 6.
“Thanks for the tip-off, though. Will be on the look-out for any ‘hero-dressed’ girlies out there when I hack into law enforcement. Quick question – do you wear spandex, too? Is it some kind of fashion among you lot? Because, let’s face it: there IS an element of distraction there, so long you can pull it off… Think I can pull it off? Never mind, though.” Grinning, Tony promptly backtracked, enjoying the slightly-glazed look on the woman’s face as he went on with the talk. That… Happened way too often for him not to know what he was doing. “Of course I would. No ditching the suit, though…” The engineer shrugged elegantly, dismissing the matter entirely with that one sentence.
By the third sentence Summer was grinning, suppressing laughter. By the time he finally stopped talking she couldn’t hold it back anymore. In between chuckles, she asked, “Do you /ever/ stop talking? No,” she held up a hand, “it’s my turn, stay quiet, don’t answer that.” With a final snicker, covered by tapping a finger against her lips, she considered him. “I think I had better escort you home, Mr Stark. Anything could happen, and we really can’t afford to lose you.”
Summer owns you for a week || Summer & Steve
“Yes!” Summer’s response was enthusiastic. She leaned forward, looking over his shoulder. “What do you do when it rains, then, Captain? Use your shield as an umbrella?” She laughed.
Steve smirked a little bit, beginning to drive off. “When it rains? I usually just have my jacket on….it doesn’t bother me that much.” He laughed a little at the idea of using his shield as an umbrella. “Well…I’ve done that before, but I don’t usually do that.”
“You are a true New Yorker, man.” She shivered dramatically. “I’d never be able to ride a bike in northern rain, I’d just freeze. Left up here, please.” She had to follow his lead into the turn; it felt strange. But the thrill was still there, and her laughter bubbled up again. “This is brilliant.”