I am a bad, bad fangirl.
Posting this again because it went up really late last night and my efforts to break everyone’s fan hearts must not be deterred by late hours.
Based on my headcanon that Wanderer and White Duck from the Korean “Leafie: A Hen Into The Wild” are secretly Fakir and Ahiru of “Princess Tutu” — we follow Greenie post-movie when great-great-some-number grandpa Drosselmeyer takes an interest in his life when he returns to learn of Leafie’s fate. Like he once did for Ahiru, Drosselmeyer gives the duck a humn body and a quest — this time, to learn about his biological parents. First stop? Kinkan Town and the bookshop owner, Autor von Drosselmeyer.
Autor sees the back of the young man who so strongly resembles his missing cousin while Greenie confusedly wanders the streets.
For you ScarletSunshine.
Ahiru had grown so much in the past year and a half since Drosselmeyer’s influence had left Kinkan To—Nördlingen. He was uncertain if he’d ever grow used to the town’s real name.Ahiru’s growth, her natural lifespan had been put on hold for the story, stuck as an awkward duckling and living as a human girl. However, she was a full grown adult duck now and as graceful as any others of her kind. She had just returned from a winter migration — as if that hadn’t left him a nervous wreck for months. Ducks only lived just short of a decade on average, one day she wouldn’t return to him and this tiny lake. He’d thought about that over and over again while the winter months dragged past, and he’d come to a decision. Ahiru was happy as a duck, and he didn’t want to go against her wishes to return to her true self. He had become a writer, and over the winter he had finished repairing the last of the stories —the lives— Drosselmeyer had meddled with. His duties as a writer were done, and there was only one last happy ending to pen — his own. He could not — did not want to imagine a life without her, and as things were, he was going to outlive Ahiru on the order of decades. No one else in town, save his distant cousin Autor, remembered what had passed or even that Mytho, Rue, and Ahiru had existed. There was nothing left for him in Nördlingen, but the duck that had once been a girl. In whatever capacity, he wanted to spend all of his days with her. He had already written the story, it just needed to be read.
Fakir was out at the lake again, sitting in the chair on the dock, thumbing through the latest incomplete manuscript. Strange, she had thought he would have finished them all by now. Perhaps he deserved a pecking for slacking off. She paddled through the water, watching him. She really should have picked a mate during the migration journey, but none of them had felt right. She was different from the other ducks, because she knew what it was to be human. She wasn’t like them anymore — not quite. Fakir had been through a growth spurt while she was away. He was taller, more filled out, and his skin had taken on a healthier, darker hue from his time spent outdoors since Drosselmeyer’s defeat. She could see the heritage from a faraway country that had originated Fakir’s name now. His family had tried to escape the Drosselmeyer lineage once, their own migration — and it had failed.
While she had allowed her mind to wander, Fakir had moved from his customary seat. He waded out into the water, fully clothed, the last page of a manuscript in hand. He was mumbling as he read it to himself, the quill — made from one of her own feathers — was poised above a final line. What was he doing? She remembered a man who had walked into the lake like this last summer, drowning himself. Fakir hadn’t been to the lake yet, and there had been nothing she could do to stop him. But Fakir understood her. She went rushing across the water towards him, waving her wings and calling frantically. Surely he wouldn’t!?
Fakir let the page slip from his hands and into the water as he penned the last word. A light seemed to engulf him, and he didn’t even have time to shoot Ahiru a reassuring smile as he saw the white duck rushing across the lake in panic.
Ahiru reached the spot where Fakir had disappeared as a mallard duck breached the surface of the water, flailing like a chick in the water for the first time. She recognized the strange duck in seconds, there was no form where she would not recognize her friend and partner. So Fakir was a duck now. He was terrible at it. She nudged him repeatedly, helping him right himself to float on the water’s surface. Once he was stable, she rested her own head against his, and she could sense his sheepishness. It was nice, being the same species again. She felt like they could finally talk properly for the first time.
And the prequel to the headcanon.
Characters: Logan/WindShadow + Borya, Helen/StoneMilk + Anika, Gabriel/SageRoot + Zabel"The hell is that?" Someone stepped into the doorway of the darkened room, blocking a large chunk of the light filtering in from the hallway.
"Victim I think." The tall blonde woman turned to look at the younger girl with long red hair. "I don’t think he’s gonna make it."
Old writing. Shh. I’m indulging myself.
First attempt at drawing some of Marinette’s friends from the MIA concept art.
Lazy cell photos of trying to re-approach a sketch of the original concept (the variation of now long-since ditched) for my OC WindShadow a.k.a. Logan McDonald. The once with the colored lines treatment is the original 2007 sketch.
When you don’t draw often, you don’t improve much. The original pose was probably better, but I was trying to redraw the idea from memory before looking it up on my DA.
Quick colored sketch of my headcanon of young Nodens(Nod’s Papa), Finn, and Ronin. They definitely aren’t getting into trouble. ;)
I’ve kind of headcanoned that Finn’s looks take more after his mother, but he inherited Papa Nodens’ eyes, nose, and general build.
Sorry for the roughness of the drawing.
How do I anatomy and proportions?
I’m having one of those alternating between evil-laugh and oh-god-oh-god-what-have-I-done moments.
Am I allowed to blame Wundy and Pinkie-Pi for putting forth the idea?
Oh my god WHAT
DEM PIGTAILS. ALSO IS THAT BULMA IN THE BACK AS TUXEDO MASK OR AM I GOING CRAZY
Ummm… It wasn’t my idea? Yup. Going with that. I’m innocent. …A little.
That… Might be Bulma… Or the heroic Capsule Mask… Or something…
Do not apologize for this work of awesome. EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL. ESPECIALLY CAPSULE MASK
No that’s Bulla, not Bulma.
Oh hohohoho… No. Sailor Vegeta and Capsule Mask means Bulma. Bulla/Bra is one of their future, time-traveling kids (Sailor Chibi-Vegeta?).
Bulma wore red and yellow a number of times too.
LOL, presuming to tell an artist what character they did or did not draw.
Aww, someone just discovered this on DA, and I felt the need to re-post.