The ramblings of TriaElf9, the artist of Dubious Company and Licensed Heroes, the artist of the manga adaption of Peter Pan, and the writer and artist of Tales of a Gaijin.This will have doodles and random other fandom stuff on it...so, enjoy!
My more completed art can be found on Deviant art, Smack Jeeves and Manga Magazine, where I also use the name TriaElf9 ^_^
Just Think Lovely Wonderful Thoughts
This flattered Wendy immensely. “I think,” she said, “it is perfectly lovely the way you talk about girls; John there just despises us.”
For reply Peter rose and kicked John out of bed, blankets and all; one kick. This seemed to Wendy rather forward for a first meeting, and she told him with spirit that he was not captain in her house. However, John continued to sleep so placidly on the floor that she allowed him to remain there. “And I know you meant to be kind,” she said, relenting, “so you may give me a kiss.”
”Photographer Fubirai has spent the last five years documenting the lives of the semi-wild cats that roam the island in Fukuoka, Japan. The cats are fed by local fishermen and wander freely through …I want to go here sooo bad
WHAT. I already knew there was a bunny island in Japan. There’s a cat one too?
I’m willing to believe that there is an island for everything in Japan now :P but OMG wanna go heeeere, but I think I’d run into the problem of inadvertently attempting to cuddle every cat. (seriously, it’s an automatic reaction, I can’t stop it >_< )
I realized I never draw Morgiana even though I’m really fond of her, so I went to do that, then everyone else appeared too. Agh but how do those bodies even stack together…..?
Slightly cried instantly, “The Wendy lady lives.”
Then Peter knelt beside her and found his button. You remember she had put it on a chain that she wore round her neck.
“See,” he said, “the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life.”
“I remember kisses,” Slightly interposed quickly, “let me see it. Ay, that’s a kiss.”
Peter did not hear him. He was begging Wendy to get better quickly, so that he could show her the mermaids.”
Many clapped.
Some didn’t.
A few beasts hissed.
The clapping stopped suddenly; as if countless mothers had rushed to their nurseries to see what on earth was happening; but already Tink was saved. First her voice grew strong, then she popped out of bed, then she was flashing through the room more merry and impudent than ever. She never thought of thanking those who believed, but she would have like to get at the ones who had hissed.”
They talked of Cinderella, and Tootles was confident that his mother must have been very like her.
It was only in Peter’s absence that they could speak of mothers, the subject being forbidden by him as silly.
“All I remember about my mother,” Nibs told them, “is that she often said to my father, ‘Oh, how I wish I had a cheque-book of my own!’ I don’t know what a cheque-book is, but I should just love to give my mother one.”
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