|My favourite of the four posters I made for the Manchester MCM Expo. This is Freya, one of my main characters.|
Freya is from Eggs Butter Sugar and Disaster =3
Wonderful gifts, art trades and commissions of Eggs, Butter, Sugar and Disaster and Miss Prince characters!
Thank you all so much
We Valkyries is a general group for anyone who likes valkyries and Idunn's Finest is a group for my book, Eggs, Butter, Sugar and Disaster.
The Otherworld Door is a group for my other story Miss Prince and its accompanying webcomic, Vampires Don't Belong in Fairytales.
These groups belong to 's story Burning Hearts, 's story The Lycans and the crossover between the two, Burning Lycans X3
A fangroup for 's awesome webcomic, Bram and Vlad!
Everything is closed and will be for some time.
It never gets any shorter
Commission for - waiting for details
Chibi pony-waiting for details - waiting for details
Fullbody for - waiting for details
chibi for - waiting for details
scibbly chibi - - waiting for details
kiriban - - char. ref - sketch done
special commission - most of shading done
Free chibi Friday winners:
Art trades I need to finish:
-Self challenge 2: Hanatarou Yamada -Disgaea style - sketch done
-Self challenge 4- Dytto -Kinkei style
MCM London Comic Con - 24th-26th October
Wigan Comic Con - 7th December
'I'll get a job', she'd thought. 'Earn my own ticket,' she'd thought. Lucinda's parents had agreed that it was a good idea. 'It'll teach you some responsibility,' they'd said.
Lucinda was currently staring down a dragon, dressed as a man, on only her first day in gainful employment. She suspected her parents would not think it such a good idea if they knew.
My debut novel, Eggs, Butter, Sugar and Disaster came out on the 22nd October 2011. My next book, Miss Prince, will be published on 14th May 2014! Vampires Don't Belong in Fairytales, my webcomic, runs alongside it.|
I'm a comic fantasy YA author, anime fan, artist and gamer.
Right now I'm working part time, studying games design from home and working on more book stuff.
“So you'll help me then?” Lucinda asked. It was a pointless question. The unicorns were now radiating helpfulness like a sales assistant who only gets paid commission. There was a brief argument over who would get to carry Lucinda, and the winner, the younger mare, knelt down so that Lucinda could get on. Lucinda looked at the proffered back blankly.
“I shall carry you to the witch's house,” the unicorn explained. “It is allowed, regardless of your attire, you are a maiden.”
“Er...” Lucinda hesitated, “I've never ridden a horse before. I live in a town,” she added by way of explanation. “In fact, I don't think I've even seen a real horse before.” The unicorn looked offended, which is quite hard to do with a head like a sparkly, white deer.
“We are not horses,” she replied haughtily, “we are unicorns. We do not spook at silly things, go flirting with the opposite sex at every opportunity,”-one of the colts tried to look like butter wouldn't melt at this, which unlike looking annoyed, is very easy for a unicorn to do-“or let maidens fall off and crack their heads on a rock or any other such nonsense,” the unicorn finished.
“Just climb on and hold on to her mane,” the lead mare encouraged, giving Lucinda a little shove with her nose. Lucinda got on reluctantly and grabbed two good handfuls of the unicorn's thick, silky mane. It felt a lot like she imagined that strands of silk would feel like, and she was afraid that she would pull it out. She said so.
“Do not worry, maiden,” the filly answered, “our manes are as gleipnir, you can do no harm. If you fall off, you can take my alicorn and scatter it to the four winds!” Lucinda had no idea what any of that meant, but she assumed it was supposed to be reassuring.