On one of his walks through the park to take photos, Frank had come across something odd. First he thought he was hallucinating, but even after several attempts, one couple appeared in several photos, event hough he hadn't seen them in the viewfinder of his digital SLR camera. He managed to track them through the review of the last photo taken, growing more and more bewildered.
When they noticed him eventually, he decided to ask them directly. They invited him to a chat over coffee, and he accepted.
The two things he found out before his death were these: Sunlight does not bother vampires all that much, but they really don't show up in mirrors.
The dragonslayer peered around warily. He sat on rough stone, and his spear leaned near the entrance of the cavern, out of reach. He had come across dragons that did not take him seriously before, just to cut right through their contempt, but this one's entirely different tone had triggered instincts too deeply rooted to ignore.
"Don't be silly, boy. There will be no fighting here. Come have a cup of tea and a bit of a chat."
He just couldn't kill anything that sounded exactly like his grandmother, even when the cookies were nearly as hard as the furniture.
The twin needle is a desert plant with succulent leaves that do not quite lie flat on the ground. Insects and small vertebrates looking to use the shade thus provided to spend the day discover the insideous nature of the plnat. The two rough-barked stalks are articulate, and work in tandem to stab the visitor, so that their blood can nourish the plant.
Spur of the moment thing I did for a contest of the DA group Creature-Lovers
A4 size, mixed media (brush pen, watercolours, coloured pencils, acrylics) on drawing paper, probably 250g/sqm
Gabriel had had no luck tonight picking up someone for dinner, but since he wasn't particularly hungry yet, he just treated himself to a cappuchino to unwind. It would have been better without one of the few other guests wearing penetrant after shave, but you couldn't have everything.
What he could have, after all, was company. The young woman making a beeline to his table did not look familar, but the feel of her presence told him what she was, and a quirk of her smile tipped him off as to who she was. Not that he knew that many nymphs, anyway. Her current guise was new to him, petite, white-blonde, decidedly elfin.
"Ah, Gabriel. On the prowl, too?"
"Taking a break, actually."
"No luck, either, eh?" She leaned back and sighed.
Gabriel decided she'd laid on the self-depreciation in her tone thickly enough so he didn't have to take offense. Considering that she was probably the least idiotic person who knew him, she deserved a bit of help. "Do you follow the news? I didn't think so. Some guy getting locked up up for raping a 13yearold girl was all over the papers. I'd think the kind of people attracted by your looks are a bit... inhibited just now. Unless you start prowling schoolyards earlier in the day, that is."
After a thoughtful pause and look around, she whispered, "All right, then."
Her her body wavered like a mirage, and flowed into a somewhat bigger shape. Her hair grew from a pixie cut to well over shoulder length, and turned auburn, her clothes changing to match it. None of the other guests took notice. Gabriel envied the ease with which fae could mess with other people's minds, all without biting them first.
When she was finished, he would have estimated her age closer to thirty than thirteen.
"Much better." Particularly the curves.
"You sure it's not just your taste you're pushing here?" she teased. When he only shrugged, she suggested, "Well, if we find no-one else, the two of us could hook up."
Gabriel gave a sort of dismissive chuckle. "Neither of us would get anything out of it."
"Maybe you just don't value fun enough."
"Maybe some people don't have as much time as you do."
He found that he could waste a surprising amount of time on chatting.
*flops* Feels like ages since I did a big format image with background, so it was way past time. This was drawn in A3 format, though I chopped off a few centimetres on the sides, using pencils (mostly B4 and B2, details in 0.5mm technical pencil lead of unknown hardness, so probably HB)
I think her head is a bit too big, but over all I'm happy with it.
The bough marks on the fallen tree trunk are more or less accidental - I had to cover up a few fingerprints. XD
He prided himself to be the toughest, most ruthless man in the world, shrugging off torture, ignoring such petty things as morals, and looking forward to breaking Death's neck. When he was brought to justice, with a record-breaking list of charges, and proud of it, finding a punishment that would faze him was problematic. Death was too easy.
The solution was easy, too, once someone thought of it. They chucked him through a one-way worldgate.
Once he realised the alway-cheerful cute animals made of marshmallow did not mind getting ripped to shreds, he knew he had lost.
Brass hid in corners of the workshop while thieves carted off the Master's tools and materials by the trunkload. In broad daylight. Brass had not much mind to do anything but follow instructions, but it thought it odd the Master would not prevent that. It also did not want to be stolen. Where was the Master?
This sorry state of affair continued for days, growing sorrier, since less things were left to hide behind or under. Brass snatched bits of conversation from the air, and eventually caught one that shook he world of the loyal little construct.
They weren't thieves, but heirs.
Brass worked through the implications one by one, because all together they were too big. It realised it would not beable to hide long enough to decide if it should do anything without its Master, so it worked out an idea how to gain time.
One box of metal scraps and half-finished works the heirs carried off held one piece that was more than finished, but still busy with thinking.