OF COURSE the first thing I draw from the TOA book is big brother Percy. Really, I wanted to draw something really sweet with Percy holding his little sister. But then I thought I wanted Annabeth in the picture. Then I thought what would happen if Percy had to babysit his little sis. And then this was born. To set the scene: Sally is at a book signing and Paul is at a conference, so Percy and Annabeth babysit while visiting New Rome for college stuff. And of course, Percy has to show off the cute babes.
Sorry for skipping Day 7…I was totally uninspired.
This installment goes out to AmyNChan! As a regular reader and commenter, you’ve been a great source of encouragement. Thank you!
Marinette sat pensively on her lounge chair, tapping out an erratic
beat on her sketch book with the eraser end of her pencil as she
considered the rough rendering on the page. Bah. It was rubbish. She scratched through it and tossed the book to her table with a huff.
She was itching
to draw, was restless with it, and yet none of her ideas would gel into
anything satisfactory. It was damned annoying, to feel at once driven
and stymied. She stood and went to lean dejectedly on the balcony
railing with another frustrated huff.
“Design not going the way you want it to, Princess?”
Marinette jumped with a shriek, and whirled to see Chat Noir sitting on the roof above her, with a hand pressed to her chest.
Chat winced, and dropped down beside her. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to startle you. You ok?”
“Yeah,” she said breathlessly, nodding. “But you have got to stop sneaking up on me, you mangy cat.”
His ears fell. “You know it isn’t intentional.”
well, intentional or not, it still scares me half to death.” She
flicked his bell playfully, and smiled to take the sting from her
words. “Perhaps you need a real bell, so I can hear you coming.”
“Perhaps I do,” he replied, perking at her smile. “So, what are you working on?”
have no idea.” Marinette heaved another sigh and leaned her forearms
on the railing once more, resting her chin on her fist to stare
sightlessly over the city. “That’s the problem. I want to sketch out
plans for a new project, but I don’t know what. My ideas have no
direction, so I’m not getting anywhere.”
He leaned his arms on the
railing next to her, and laid his cheek on them to look at her. “What
if you made something for me? Something with a bell?”
She straightened, frowning thoughtfully. “Here, stand up for a minute.”
did as she asked, and her eyes roamed over him, taking in the details
of his suit with a critical eye. He could tell that Marinette had gone
fully into her creative mode, and that she wasn’t really aware of him as
anything other than a mannequin for the suit. Still, it was hard not
to squirm as she circled behind him. He jumped a bit when he felt her
hand trace the seam across the back of one shoulder, but she didn’t seem
to notice. She came back to his front, and stood on tip toe to examine
the bell at his throat.
“It’s a zipper! How did I never notice that before?”
shrugged. “You’ve never had a reason to look before.” She looked up
at him with bright, distracted eyes, and he smiled fondly. “I’ve lost
you to the sketch book, now, haven’t I?”
“Maybe, a little,” she
giggled. “I’ve got so many ideas now! But, can I sketch you?” Her
eyes widened and she blushed. “Your suit, I mean. Sketch your suit.
He chuckled, blushing a bit himself. “Uh, sure.
But I’ll expect payment in advance for my time. Cookies are an
She laughed outright at that. “Come on, you silly kitty. Let’s find you a treat.”
My first post on this new KotLC account. Yay! The kotlc tag needs to liven up (and I see everyone’s awesome posts) so I’m doing quick doodle requests from you guys to get this blog started and the excitement rolling for Neverseen coming this November OuO Send em’ in !!!
Doodles from the first chapters since re-reading KotLC by shannonmessenger is first on my summer reading list.
Sophie v. lamp, the dinosaur conversation and Fitz are my much loved parts in the beginning.
So many Fitz feels. So many 💙
I kid you not that albertosaurus was the first to witness Sophie and Fitz plus those heart palpitations. ✨💓
Altair probably should have been paying attention to his class, an art history class that focused on the the North African Moors and other various Medieval Islamic art movements. It was totally over specific but it was one of the only Near East culture classes Altair’s school offered along with an anthropology class or two, and a basic language class. So here he was. And he really should have been taking notes for his flash cards. But he wasn’t. Instead he had his half sized sketch book out and his pencil with the red lead he liked and was doodling his classmates.
Or rather, he was doodling one of his classmates. Just one.