Fireflies, Falling Stars and Forever Ch 6
A/N: A HUGE shout-out to theherocomplex for this chapter. Not only do I owe her mad props for giving me permission to use her incredible folk tale that she created and developed and allowed me to use for Splinter’s tale, (which blows me away, because I thought it was a real folk tale from Japan! XD) but she helped me straighten up this chapter and make it the lovely thing it is now, thanks to her insight and guidance.
Splinter’s tale comes directly from her series Guitar and Video Games. Find it at: theherocomplex DOT tumblr DOT com slash gavg or PM me over at DA and I can give you her link - stupid ff not letting me link right, grumble grumble…
Anyway, it is a MUST read for fans of TMNT. It is thrilling and heartbreaking and lovely and hysterical and romantic and so much more. I can’t begin to tell you the emotions I feel when I read her story. It’s fantastic and I cannot recommend it enough. I dedicate this story to you, theherocomplex and to all of you dreamers who want to see our boys find love. Somehow, someday, at any cost.
Chapter 6 – Splinter’s Tale
The forest seemed to close in, creeping canopy blocked the stars as the dark sky clotted with storm clouds, illuminated opaquely along the edges by silver moonlight. The fire reached and dipped. Fingerlike flames grasped hopelessly through the chilled air. Embers undulated; alive with motion. The fire hissed; whispering secrets only known within the primordial circles of things like moss and spore and rust and ice. The ancient wisdom remembered only in the pauses between heartbeats, when breath is neither expelled nor drawn, the stillness where the truth lies dormant, nearly forgotten. Where the old things sleep, biding their time.
Master Splinter drew himself up, patiently drawing out their anticipation before he began. He stood, hands clasped comfortably before him. A teacher allowing students to focus.
Fireflies, Falling Stars and Forever Ch 5
Chapter 5 – Spooky Tales
Twilight deepened around them, masking the woods in shadows, stealing away the golds and reds and leaving them with only the whispered blues and soft green-grays; the velvet black so sweet and inviting that stars turned their twinkling gaze to peer through the gloaming down at them. The fire, rich with flames that rose and danced, bright and vibrant, thanks to a few modifications to the arrangement of kindling by Master Splinter, crackled and sang its primitive melody. Night kissed the air with a chilled caress, but in front of them, their faces and arms and legs glowed with warmth. The contrast of cool and heat prickled their skin and ignited their imaginations. Voices murmured and broke into chuckling while fat marshmallows, held over the fire, speared through the center by sticks and in one case, the tip of a sai, swelled and blackened.
I know my readers are anxiously awaiting updates for Tender Trap III and Lost in the Gloaming, but I’m getting so caught up in the pleasure of writing Splinter’s tale, I just can’t stop. I did start the next chapter of TT the other day, so there’s progress there. And I know I left off on an evil cliffie for Love’s Causality which I will get to writing the next chapter soooon, I swear!
But at the moment, my muse is centered firmly around the campfire, I can smell the rustic scent of wood burning, I can hear the crickets, and above that, the children’s hearts thudding with giddy thrill as Splinter weaves his tale.
Anonymous asked: I was wondering how you manage to make your faces actually look like the person they are meant to look like? Some of my facial features always end up looking the same, and yours are so perfect... *showers you with love* You are my art guru.
BUT NO in all seriousness, thank you! You’re a sweetheart! ;O; Proportions are pretty awful to get down when you’re just starting out, and while there are a bunch of ways you can start practicing with it, it’ll be difficult to be absolutely precise. I still struggle with proportions occasionally. Fun fact: I don’t post all of my work. I only post the work that turned out okay aHA. So basically don’t be frustrated when every single piece doesn’t turn out. Here are a few tips.
Let’s use this picture of Laurence and Hugh because why not.
They’ve both got eyes, a nose, and a mouth, so why do they look different?
These lines are the generic way of mapping out where to put things together. I used this when I was starting out and it’s a helpful way of getting your hand and wrist to work together. At this point they both nearly look the same. I say this a lot, but I think it’s important: shape is what puts a drawing together.
Compare features of the face to help you figure out placement.
The bottom of his ear lines up right to the middle of his nostril. His tear ducts line up right at the corners of his mouth. Then you can get super technical and say, oh, the outer corner of his eye lines up with that fold in his collar and then from there you can see other things like the approximate distance from the edge of his mouth to that connecting line from the eye to the collar. They don’t meet so his mouth is smaller than the width of his eyes, etc, etc. Whatever works, man.
This is a favorite technique of mine so lemme use another example:
Eventually you get to the point where most of your proportional accuracy will come from just looking. You will eventually adjust your eye to see what makes a person who they are by the shape of their features.
Laurence has narrow, oval shaped eyes, while Hugh has more of a diamond shape. Not everyone has perfect almond shaped eyes. You can capture an entire character personality through their eyes alone, so shaping them out is extremely important.
The way you draw your lines is also important. Sharp and smooth lines will give your drawing personality. Reveals the character, in a sense.
Other things to consider: the shape of the nose.
Mads’ is flat and goes down in a steady slope, while Hugh’s juts out in a smooth, almost concave curve.
SHAPES SHAPES SHAPES. Use shapes and structure to find proportion.
I did a lot more than I anticipated omg. Oh gosh and I have a feeling I kinda just rambled and didn’T MAKE ANY SENSE AH. Let me know if you need more help or if I was speaking gibberish I am so bad at putting my thoughts into words aHHHH. But gosh I hope this was at least vaguely helpful. You’re a darling and thank you for your kind words!
Good luck on your artistic endeavors! /hugs
ho-ho-holy crap Lauren this is *amazing*. I thank the anon for asking this because I have the same problem and this is SO HELPFUL OuO
FAVING AND SAVING THIS FOREVER BECAUSE WOWEE.
lmao @ jack the art guru
Anonymous asked: If you're still doing these and don't have a lot waiting, may I request two? Raphael/whispers, and Mikey/Warmth, both fluff. If you have too many already, then between the two I'd like the Raph one the most :>
You got it!
First up, Raphael, Whispers - How about some sweet turtle tot moments between him and Leo?
Someone to Believe in - Rated K+
“Because I can’t okay. I can’t. Are you happy?”
“No, Raph. Geez, you don’t have to get so mad all the time.”
He pushed past Leo, throwing the wooden practice weapons aside, stomping up to the weapons wall, the real ones, the ones they weren’t supposed to touch. He glared up at them; jumped when Leo approached.
“Back off, will ya?”
“Er, sorry.” Leo stepped back; followed Raph’s eyes. “We can use them in a few years.”
Raph mumbled something.
“I’ll never be good enough!” He spun, running out of the dojo.
“I promise you will be,” Leo whispered.
Then you asked for Mikey - Warmth
True Lovin’ from the Oven - Rated K - Fluff
Mikey’s hips sway as he moves from table to oven, singing along with the battered radio on the counter, forever locked on the only channel they can get reasonably static-free underground: Goldie Oldies.
“I nee-ee-eed your looooove,” he sings. He opens the oven; squints against the heat tumbling out, relishing the warmth. He pulls the pizza from the rack; twists around just as he hits the high notes, modifying the lyrics to suit the occasion. “I’ve hungered for your taste a loooong, lonely tiiiiiime!”
He stops dead as his brothers stare at him.
“Can we just eat, already?” Raph growls.
Anonymous asked: APRITELLO- 23!
EE! Apritello and Secrets and I picked romance/fluff - can you believe that?! I must be sick!!
Rescue Me - Rated K+
“One secret no one knows.”
“B-But this isn’t fair. You beat me on a technicality. Those aren’t considered living organisms, but rather a type of virus-”
“Hm,” April interrupted, “Never guessed you’d be such a sore loser. Where is your professionalism, Dr. Hamato?”
He pressed his mouth shut, thinking he wasn’t officially a doctor without a doctoral degree. His sullen mood fled with her smile.
She nodded; snuggled closer. His eyes roamed the ceiling, mind racing.
“I’m afraid of drowning.”
“But you’re a turtle.”
“Uh … not in water.”
She turned, embracing him. “I’ll be your lifesaver.”