Katniss the pirate teaser…..

Katniss the pirate teaser…..

THE PIRATES OF PANEM
Alright lovelies. Here’s the secret project I’ve been working on for all of you! I’m going to begin posting pages on May 1st. I will TRY to keep to a bi-weekly post, but we’ll see how well I do keeping to that schedule!
Make sure you follow my tumblr, as currently, that will be the only place I’m posting these.
And yes. Peeta is tied up. You’re welcome. 
(For those unfamiliar with it, the cover - and title - is a parody of an old and ridiculous play called the Pirates of Penzance.)

THE PIRATES OF PANEM

Alright lovelies. Here’s the secret project I’ve been working on for all of you! I’m going to begin posting pages on May 1st. I will TRY to keep to a bi-weekly post, but we’ll see how well I do keeping to that schedule!

Make sure you follow my tumblr, as currently, that will be the only place I’m posting these.

And yes. Peeta is tied up. You’re welcome.

(For those unfamiliar with it, the cover - and title - is a parody of an old and ridiculous play called the Pirates of Penzance.)

An older piece that I did for a Charity Auction. This was part of a series of 8. The event had a circus theme.

An older piece that I did for a Charity Auction. This was part of a series of 8. The event had a circus theme.

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He waited until the train was in motion to make his move—a true sign of someone who knows how to make the environment work to their advantage. Then he leaned forward. “Hi.” “How you doing?” “What are you reading?” “What’s your name?” “I really like your hair.” “That’s a really nice skirt.” “You must work out.”

It was painful to watch. She clearly wanted nothing to do with him, and he clearly wasn’t going to take the hint. Her rebukes got firmer. “I’d like to read my book.” And he pulled out the social pressure. “Hey, I’m just asking you a question. You don’t have to be so rude.” She started to look around for outs. Her head swivelled from one exit to another.

The thing was, I had already heard this story, many many times. I knew how it would play out. I knew all the tropes. I probably could have quoted the lines before they said them. I wanted a new narrative. Time to mix it up.

So I moved seats until I was sitting behind him. I leaned forward with my head on the back of his seat.

"Hi," I said with a little smile.

He looked at me like I was a little crazy—which isn’t exactly untrue—and turned back to her.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"I’m fine," he said flatly without ever looking back.

"I really like your hair," I said. “It looks soft."

That’s about when it got…..weird.

He sort of half turned and glared back me, and I could tell I was pissing him off. His eyes told me to back the hell away, and his lips were pressed together tightly enough to drain the color from them completely.

But no good story ever ends with the conflict just defusing. He started to turn back to her.

"Wait, don’t be like that," I said. “Lemmie just ask you one question…"

"What!" he said in that you-have-clearly-gone-too-far voice that is part of the freshmen year finals at the school of machismo.

And I’m not exactly a hundred percent sure why I didn’t call it a day at that point, but…..maybe I just love turning the screw to see what happens. I gave him the bedroomy-est eyes I could muster. “What’s your name?”

Right now I’m sitting here typing out this story, and I’m still not entirely sure why I’m not nursing a fat lip or a black eye. Because that obviously made him so mad that I still am not sure why it didn’t come to blows. There are cliches about eyes flaring and rage behind someones eyes and shit like that that are so overdone. But it really does look like that. When someone gets violent, their eyes just kind of “pop” with intention—pupils dilate, eyelids widen. And his did. Even sitting down he was clearly bigger than me and I was pretty sure he was kind of muscular too, so at that moment I was figuring I was probably going to need an ice pack and sympathy sex from my girlfriend by day’s end.

"DUDE," he shouted. “I’M NOT GAY."

That’s when I dropped the bedroom eyes and switched to a normal voice. “Oh well I could see not being interested didn’t matter to you when you were hitting on her, so I just thought that’s how you rolled.”

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Anonymous asked: Such a wonderful Haymitch drawing, thank you for sharing it because I love the Grandmentor so much! Could you draw some of deathmallow's Haymitch stuff too? She writes some really adorable stuff and I would so love to see Johanna and Haymitch and their kids along with this little sweet toastbaby. :3

Thank you! Right now I’m knee deep in another (rather large) THG fanart project, so I don’t think I’m going to be posting much outside of that (And original work, as it happens). I wasn’t planning on this piece at all, except I was re-reading the Grandmentor, and I always LOVED that scene, and literally, that is my son 24/7 right now. -.-;;; So it was really a sanity check doodle, because if I hear one more WHY MOMMA?? when it comes to Voltron, I might just lose it……

I won’t say it’ll never happen, just that it’s not in the plans right now.

The Grandmentor.
Bit stuck on my larger projects. This was a little doodle that I did to set my brain straight.
Also. Thank goodness for fanfic authors.

The Grandmentor.

Bit stuck on my larger projects. This was a little doodle that I did to set my brain straight.

Also. Thank goodness for fanfic authors.

So you know, I haven’t forgotten about all you lovely people. But I’ve gotten stuck. I’ll try to post some fun doodles tomorrow, to see if it might solve the problem I’m having with my larger project…..

6: Draw a same pic with your dominant and non-dominant hand.
I would like to say - this is a horribly humbling exercise. I now feel like I need to train my left hand. ;_; I also feel like my Right hand needs to have a talk with lefty re: how she absorbed NOTHING in college.
  • 6: Draw a same pic with your dominant and non-dominant hand.

I would like to say - this is a horribly humbling exercise. I now feel like I need to train my left hand. ;_; I also feel like my Right hand needs to have a talk with lefty re: how she absorbed NOTHING in college.

keeptheearthbelowff asked: 7 and 10! :)

7 - I do! But writing for them is like pulling teeth for me. So I tend to just have entire sketchbooks full of their adventures, with little to no dialogue. =3 Eventually I’ll break them out over here. Over the years, I’ve had two main worlds. One based of the Samurai’s, and one based on a mix of Mad Max and Pirates. 

10 - Sex. I love to draw the tension leading up to that moment, but I hate to draw the actual event. The faces always look awkward (Because really, we would all hate our faces during sex. We’d probably end up laughing hysterically at ourselves.). 

akachankami asked: for the 'artist meme' 4, 9, 12

4 - Lineart. Coloring is my own private hell. I can waste days on Photoshop, and never be happy with it. I can sink a few hours using a mix of Copics, watercolors pencils, and various inks, and be satisfied. But I’ve never been able to reach the level of colors that I see in my head.

9 - Sexy men. =D And Pirates! 

12 - I mentioned this once before, but while I’m drawing, I tend to slowly inch closer and closer to my drawing. I don’t realize I’m doing it… When I was in school, my teachers would yell at me for napping in class, but I’d actually be drawing. Sometimes I don’t realize I’m doing it until I’ve pressed my nose against the page. ^^;;;

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