As for the title of this entry? I be plotting multiple Acts of Gift Art, mateys!
Act the First: Ye Olde-Fashionede Family Portrait of ye Pride. The Founders will definitely be featured, and any other Kitties who'd like to be in the pic. I'll need some form of reference to be able to do y'all justice, of course, so if you guys could (specially any recent arrivals!) give me a brief description of your Purrsonas - species, colour, preferred accessories, etc.
Act the Second: "A Kitty without a Muse is like a... a thing... one without a... another thing. An annoying little plotbunny-breeding thing that is inclined to steal their cookies", as the saying goes. (What saying, you ask? The one I made up just now. Mweeheehee.)
There was a point there, but it seems to have gotten lost along the way... Anyway, for Gift Art No. 2, I'm going to draw the Pride's Muses.
Since I haven't been properly introduced to these figments of the collective Pride imagination yet (what with outer-planetary disappearances and all), again, descriptions of your respective Muses would be muchly appreciated.
The pics will likely be finished and ready to post roundabout Christmas time... there may or may not also be additional Acts of Gift Art that I'm not going to tell anyone about because I'm just annoying and secretive like that. Heeeehee.
Love 'n whumpage,
~Harmonic
Devious Comments
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Gabriel: I'm a sensitive snake.
Dr Eliza JS: Do you believe it's OK to be a sensitive snake?
Gabriel: Why, yes I rather do. Would you prefer if I was homicidal megalomaniac like my first children?
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Daniel: "Uugh...what happened?"
O'Neill: "Well, ya actually won a fight, Danny-boy."
Daniel: "I...uh...I don't particularly remember gaining the upper hand."
Carter: "Neither do I, but you must have."
*sighs*
You actually wanna meet my reprobate? Oh dear...he'll probably try to charm your socks off whilst simultaeneously distracting Kyra-muse with his suave ways and theiving any decent food he can sense nearby.
Yes. He's a git.
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I'll tell ya a secret - I'm twisted. Want proof? Ok, gimme a nine inch nail to swallow and I'll give you a corkscrew back...
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"We are sorry, you have reached an imaginary number. Please rotate your phone ninety degrees and try again."
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"We are sorry, you have reached an imaginary number. Please rotate your phone ninety degrees and try again."
And hey, after three-odd years of coexisting with Kyra and her supporting cast (my secondary Muses, and boy are *they* a handful), I'm sure I can take on anything your lad throws my way! He can't be much worse than my Ky, right...?
Right?
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"We are sorry, you have reached an imaginary number. Please rotate your phone ninety degrees and try again."
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Daniel: "Uugh...what happened?"
O'Neill: "Well, ya actually won a fight, Danny-boy."
Daniel: "I...uh...I don't particularly remember gaining the upper hand."
Carter: "Neither do I, but you must have."
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"We are sorry, you have reached an imaginary number. Please rotate your phone ninety degrees and try again."
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Gabriel: I'm a sensitive snake.
Dr Eliza JS: Do you believe it's OK to be a sensitive snake?
Gabriel: Why, yes I rather do. Would you prefer if I was homicidal megalomaniac like my first children?
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