Selan draws too much: THE THREAD

[OrangeAipom]

I sometimes think that your open mouths are lipstick.

Why is my PI so out of character. DX It's hard to do pesterlogs in real time.

[Coasterman29]

Introduce us to your original characters Y/N?

[selanpike]

I sometimes think that your open mouths are lipstick.

So do I, that's how Dana got her lipstick =B

Introduce us to your original characters Y/N?

B-but there are a lot of them!! =O
I can't resist though, so okay =B
I've got this story I've been working on for forever called Evil FTW. I have a few other stories too but all those characters always end up in EFTW at some point anyway since the whole thing is just where I dump all my characters/former self-inserts/whatever. Basically the story is about a group of supervillains and their day-to-day lives.



There's the main three characters, Selan Hagues (aka Lady Ira), Selanio Mikhailovich Roselani (aka Baron von Boom), and Xenophon Reden (aka Xeno, aka Omen). They're a team, Selan is the leader who can make barriers to protect her homies but is otherwise pretty useless, Selanio is the dumb muscle who's surprisingly good at math and Xeno's the psychic dude with telekinesis who does all the real plot stuff.

They have a superhero they fight with but I don't like any of the drawings I have of him so here, have this dumb omake page from the old abandoned comic version =B



But yeah the hero's name is Tavarius Imogene, aka Tavvy, aka Apogee. He's the green-haired guy who is not the Doctor. He's a tiny mousy little guy who happens to have the standard brick powerset (super strength, invulnerability, etc.) He consistently fails to arrest the bad guys and is overall adorably pathetic.

The two guys from that makeout picture... eheh, they're not actually a couple, I'm just a loser who draws crack pairings of my own characters >_>;;



This is Cathal Fordon (aka Cath, aka Amp, aka... and so on), he's got cool electromagnetic powers and he's a huge ass. He starts out on the villains' side, makes his way to the heroes' side eventually, but overall only really cares about his and his friends' interests. He comes from a superpowered family and gets really touchy over being compared to his more famous cousin.



That's Clovis Harlan. Like Cath, he started out as a villain and changed sides. He's all broody and has a dark past and etc. etc. He's got powers over gravity. He's pretty much the only character with the power of unaided flight (everyone else who flies has like, jetpacks or some other such implements to help them do it).

There's a lot more than that, but I don't want to ramble. =X If you wanna know more, the story is online right over here. I "finished" it a few months ago, although it's more like I'm on hiatus since I'm gonna do a sequel just as soon as I figure out some plot stuff...
Also it's really long, be warned XD

[selanpike]

Oh hey look I wrote a fanfic.
I really haven't been writing enough lately, I need to get back on that.
It's a short little DDxPI thing. Totally fangirling that pairing right now, haha.
Anyway I'll just stick this under a spoiler, here...

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You are Diamonds Droog and your boss has sent you to gather intel.

“Gather intel”, he said! He must have felt awfully smart using words like that. As it is you don’t really see the point. Problem Sleuth and his cohorts hardly pose a threat to the Midnight Crew and it’s a waste of time trying to assess their weaknesses or whatever it was Slick told you to do.
Slick is spending the day following Sleuth about, and Deuce and Boxcars are both tailing Dick. You presume that, even with their combined wits, they won’t come up with much. You got stuck tailing Pickle Inspector.

The interesting part comes when, as you listen to the wiretap on his phone, Sleuth asks the Inspector to tail you. Gather intel, assess his weaknesses, all that jazz. Sometimes it makes you sick how similar Sleuth and Slick are.

So when Pickle Inspector steps out of his apartment building you make sure to walk by and not notice him. You continue not noticing him as you go about your usual errands, going to the tailor, to the post office, mundane things like that. You make a point of ignoring him when he accidentally sidles into your field of view while you’re buying stamps and you especially do not groan when he knocks over a shelf at the grocery store while trying to get a better look at you.
The fact that he really thinks he’s doing a good job is almost cute.

At about half past one you take a seat on a bench in the park. You reach into the paper bag you brought from the grocery and produce from it two sandwiches wrapped in cellophane. You set the second one down on the empty space next to you.
“Care to join me for lunch, Inspector?” you say.

He stumbles out of the bush he was crouching behind. He doesn’t look surprised at all, just embarrassed. “Ah, yes,” he stammers, “Thank you.”

He sits down, taking the sandwich and slowly picking away the wrapping. “I’ve been very rude, I think,” he says to you as he ogles the bread. “I forgot to bid you a good morning.”

“That’s quite all right,” you reply.

“I’m really very sorry,” he insists.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say.

He takes a bite out of his sandwich. His discomfort is palpable and he avoids eye contact with you the whole time. Clearly this is not a man who enjoys much social contact. He finishes eating before you and proceeds to twiddle his thumbs and stare at his bootlaces while he waits for you to finish and break the silence.
You take your time.
You don’t know why Slick thought you’d need all day to figure this rube out. Everything there is to know about him is written all over his face. Awkward, clumsy, probably got picked on a lot as a kid. Polite to a T, almost as if he’s waiting for his mother to come scold him if he’s even a little bit rude. You’ve heard of his intellectual prowess and you suppose his intelligence suits him, but a man like this is easily intimidated into submission.
He’s no threat. Sleuth or Dick may require you to get your hands dirty, but this one? No. He’s little more than a scared puppy.
When you’re done you carefully fold up the used cellophane, place it in the bag, and stand up. You straighten out your suit.
“Thank you for your company,” you say, taking the wrapper from his thin hands. “We really must do this again sometime.” You turn away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

“Wait.” There’s urgency in the Inspector’s voice. When you turn around, he’s on his feet and holding a key.

“Oh my,” you say, not bothering to sound scared. “Watch where you’re pointing that thing.”

“L-look,” he says, “I don’t like… I don’t like violence. I don’t want a fight. But you guys keep causing trouble and hurting my friends and—and it’s really rude! A-a-and, and I can’t stand it!” His hand shakes, uneasy with a dangerous weapon. Well, an object that could potentially be a dangerous weapon. You wonder if he means for that key to actually be a key or if he just forgot how to make it a gun. “Please. Please, leave us alone.”

You should come up with some sort of cold, biting quip right now, but the scared puppy analogy keeps creeping back into your head. Suddenly you’re imagining a tiny little puppy barking at a wolf. It takes everything you have not to burst out laughing.
You pull together your composure and take a step toward the Inspector. You lean in close, until your mouth is right next to his ear, and he shudders at this intrusion of his personal space.
“Make me,” you hiss. Cliché, you know. It’s hard to come up with clever comebacks when little puppies are barking in your head. What sort of fantasy is this, anyway? You’ve been spending too much time with Slick and his stupid Scotty dogs.

All those thoughts of dogs fall away at the sound of a gunshot. You put a hand to your side and bring it back up bloody. He shot you? He shot you?

“I-I—I’m sorry,” he murmurs, his voice cracking. “But you said…”

You clutch the wound. You’ve seen worse, but damn if this suit isn’t ruined. You just have to go get yourself patched up. You have to get to—

“You should be okay though,” Pickle inspector continued in that damn sorrowful voice of his as he pocketed his key. “I-I didn’t shoot you anywhere immediately vital. And your favorite underworld doctor-type fellow has an office just down the street from here, I think, doesn’t he? And I believe that, lucky for us, the doctor is indeed in today.”

You blink at him blearily. How did he know that?

He smiles faintly at your expression, and you realize. You underestimated him, and he planned on that. You smile back, a bitter smile you reserve only for when you’ve truly been bested.

“Yes,” you say. “I’ll be going.”

“Do—do you want me to walk you there?” His concern is genuine. You resist the urge to slit his throat and spill that neurotic, courteous blood all over the damn sidewalk.

“Yes,” you say through ragged breaths. “Yes, I would like that.”

He hesitates, then slips his hand in yours. His fingers, those long, bony things, intertwine with yours and he lets you lean against him as you struggle to not look like you’re walking around with a bullet hole in your abdomen. He hands you a handkerchief to try to slow the bleeding. He says you can keep it, if you want. He starts talking about something else, but it’s irrelevant drivel. You assume that he’s trying to distract you from the pain, but you don’t really need it. You’ve been shot before and will probably be shot a few more times before you finally bite the big one.
He leads you into an alley and finds the door.
“Again, I’m really, really sorry,” he says. “And the suit, too, I’ve ruined it, haven’t I? I—I—I can’t pay to replace it, oh gosh now that I look at it it’s so nice, I’m such a heel, I’m sorry…”

“Shut up,” you say.

“S-sorry,” he says again, then softer he says, “Mister Droog,” like he doesn’t feel worthy to address you.

“Perish the thought,” you say, gripping the doorhandle like it’s the only thing between you and the distant bottom of a ravine. “Perhaps you can make it up to me by treating me to dinner sometime.”

“Ah, yes,” he says, playing with his tie. “That sounds wonderful, yes. Please pick a time and a place, I would love to.”

“I’ll send you a letter, now please.” Your vision begins to dim. You think that maybe the Inspector shot you in a more vital area than he thought. “Leave me to my doctor.”

“Ah! Yes. Sorry. Thank you for lunch. Goodbye.” He turns and slouches away, his hands in his pockets and his ambling gait disguising a purpose that even now you hardly understand.

You push open the door to the office of your morally-questionable doctor. As he gets to work stitching you up your mind wanders.

A time and a place…?
By the time you leave you have just that figured out.

[Wiwaxia]

Congratulations. You have somehow manged to make being shot in the side romantic.
Somehow.

[SleuthSession]

Agreed. That fic is pretty inexplicably adorable, and now whenever I think of DroogxPI I will think of that imagery of Droog as a proud wolf and PI as a scared but brave little puppy. It reminds me of this kind of fucked up anime film called Ringing Bell. It was about a lamb whose family was slaughtered by an evil wolf, but rather than attempting to get revenge, he decides that being a sheep sucks and he wants to be a wolf. The wolf takes him under his wing, and he grows up to be the wolf's terrifying partner. It's more father and son, whereas Droog x PI is romantic, but the contrast is similar.

Great fic!

[Gutter]

UH

I sort of

read all of EvilFTW

and

I'm sorry for sort of shoving my art in your art thread

and I'm sorry its so shit

I just really love the juxtaposition between these guys.

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[selanpike]

Oh my gosh I love it, you're the best!! =D

[selanpike]

I'm so hyped about the EOA that I almost forgot I have art to post.
Although I guess soon I'm gonna have to draw EOA-related things! =O

Firstoff, have some Kanaya/Rose cuteness.



This was the image I drew for the caption contest I did at EXP, although I ended up adding John and Karkat to the image because I thought the girls on their own was too sweet for silly captions =B Here's the full version, plus the winning text:



And then yesterday I drew Spades Slick!



Oh ink images why are you so annoying to scan/clean up? D=

[Coasterman29]

The caption
BWFFFPPTSSSHHAHAHA

[ArmsAreLoud]

It's amazing how adding dudes to a lesbian picture can so drastically change the mood from cute to comedic.

[Wiwaxia]

D'aww.
That's really all there is to say on the matter.



Also I really want to see your take on Cascade as soon as the spoiler policy is removed.

[selanpike]

Aw man I don't even know where to start with Cascade, so much stuff.

... although, knowing me, there will probably be genderswaps.

[ArmsAreLoud]

Obvious place to start would be Jade in her new duds.

Your style can best be described as "adorbz", so why not start with a character who can also best be described as "adorbz"?

[selanpike]

Aw man it's spoilers time, and it is time for some SADNESS



(I really should edit this to make his scar look less like some lame single tear)

It also comes with heavy-handed character analysis, the likes of which I really should stop doing since it's not like I'm in college anymore and getting graded on it, you can head over to my toomblrs if you're interested in that sort of thing.

[ArmsAreLoud]

Heavy handed character analysis is a thing you should never stop doing.

[Wiwaxia]

Damn. Not only did you get the interaction between the characters exactly right, and write about it very eloquently,you also managed to convey all that, and a big ol' dollop of the sads, in one picture. In a supposedly "adorbz" art style.

More specifically, the way Spades is sitting in that picture is very expressive.

[selanpike]

Here have some more of my sads.



I really hope WV survives D= I get the feeling he's not dead quite yet, but whether PM can save him is something else entirely.

[ArmsAreLoud]

I assumed he was dead until Andrew posted in his Tumblr. His summary of the Exile events explicitly stated that Jack killed everyone he attacked except for WV; he just said that he ran his fist through WV's stomach and that was it.

[Bohandas]

Heavy handed character analysis is a thing you should never stop doing.

Yeah, it can be an interesting way to kill some time. Symbolism analysis too (especially highly questionable symbolism analysis, like my hypothesis that Bec Noir represents an evil version of the ancient Grecian philosopher Diogenes via a tortured chain of logic and symbols that involves him also representing the Green Lantern and/or Sinestro...)

[selanpike]

I assumed he was dead until Andrew posted in his Tumblr. His summary of the Exile events explicitly stated that Jack killed everyone he attacked except for WV; he just said that he ran his fist through WV's stomach and that was it.

Yeah. I was pretty sure he was alive already, but now with what Andrew said I'm convinced.
I'm betting on PM taking Jack's ring from him and giving it to WV, thus saving him and getting revenge in one fell swoop. But then, I always suck at predicting things so maybe not.

[Smeggedoff]

All your stuff is Awesomadorable. Now I've already promised my kidney for someone else's talent, but how do you feel about lungs? Part of a liver? pinky finger? wait no, that one's just insulting...

[fadedShadow]

I'm sorry, but i'm just gonna sit here and take in all the awesome that you're accomplishing.
This is gonna take a while.











Still going.














And going...







Okay, i think maybe i'm done.
I rather enjoy your art style, and have you ever watched once upon a pixel? Your art style reminds me of it.

[selanpike]

I haven't watched that, actually. Is it good?

[Stickmeister]

The art style is really nice! It's nice and sharp and colorful. I'm not the biggest fan of genderswaps but I still like the style.
My favorite is the Kanaya/Rose you posted a little earlier.