Annacory-blog - Where The Light Lives...

Character of the week that belongs ro MorpheusXO, beautiful Fia. I kind of always hated phrase "Art style" but one month and a bit in 2024 and i think i am coming up with something i can call mine.

I guess I jumped on the LawSan train… please bear with me

There is this sweet short fic that was recently published that made my fingers move…

I hope author will like my little take on it.

As always, you need to post to notice shit like that. Let’s pretend hat shrink with him :))))

As a parent I can confirm!!!

It’s their greatest invention as of yet

Usopp: Why are Sanji and Traffy sitting back to back?

Nami: They had a fight.

Usopp: Why are they holding hands?

Nami: Sanji gets sad when they fight.

Scissors mood

there is an unformed story that leaves in my head... And since i was drawing this entire year, and in all honesty leveled up, I try to breath more life in it.

Here some characters that leave in Scissors universe. They are not quite defined as character so you can treat them ad glimpses of mood and ideas.

Scissors

Sir Alber and the fox spirit

And I don't know who he is yet, but he'll be leaving here too

Fanart on fanfic - First time ever.

Well, here is the thing. I am not much a fanart person, did few in my life. But fanart for fanfic - is a complete novelty.

However when you fell in love with a relatively rare pairing, you run out of things to stare at quickly. And now I feel a need to add something for other people to stare!

This is a fanart for fanfic of @ulysses000 that can be loosely translated from Russian as "Challenges of shared living space".

Below the art is a little translation, to give this scene some context!

"Well" - Trafalgar starts with mocking tone - "I thought you would be more upset about loosing the game." Sanji hides sly smile behind the glass of wine.

"I think you didn't get it, benet. Who have lost? This was a clear win. At least for Luffy. Who cares if we were stripped of all the points and disqualified?!"

"You have lost. Just accept it." Sanji makes another sip. His eyes remains locked on eyes. They are full of challenge, unknown trepidation, ocean of confusing playfulness.

"Then maybe you'll allow me to smoke in the room as a consolation prize?" - he asks. Glass of wine put aside with almost no sound, and Sanji moves tiny bit closer.

"No. " - Law replies with a smirk. Feeling other's warm palms gently pressed to his arm and chest.

"Pretty pleeeease" - Sanji begs. Voice pleading, sweet. Fingers slightly tighten, - "We didn't get an S rank just now, only because my body impitoyablement demands nicotine."

"No." - Law stretches the sound with pretence arrogance, putting his empty glass aside too.

"May be you can… I don't know lift me outside the window, so i can smoke? You did it during the game, haven't you.." Trafalgar immediately gets what younger is talking about. He snickers with closed mouth, happy his abilities were praised, alas slightly overestimated.

"On the game I haven't lifted you, I have lift your load bearing vest. I can only move inanimate objects."

"Et alors? I am sure you can come up with an idea. Je ne veus pas descendre... Cent pour cent porter will get mad. She'll get that i am drunk…" Law thinks if there is actually anything he can do. There is one option, but older man utterly confused, why he is even bothered with nearly childish demands of the blond? Why him being unnecessary tactile and shamelessly occupying Law's bed, is not at all irritating? On a contrary feels natural. It might be the alcohol. For sure it is alcohol!

"That depends to which extend you are willing to go for a single smoke…" - Trafalgar's voice is sinister, but Sanji, nevertheless, perks up with the hope. Blue sphere covers their dorm room, and butterfly knife slowly creeps out of backpack pocket and jumps to Law's hand.

"I can cut off you head." - he suggests. Blue eyes shining in a soft light of a table lamp. Sanji smiles with half mad smile, almost as a serial killer, or a drug addict on his high - confident.

"Go for it." If only for his own comfort, Trafalgar throws one leg over and sits on Sanji's laps. One hand holds head, lifts it slightly to expose refined neck. Vein pulses under soft, translucent skin. Law swallows nervously. Sharp knife pressed to the skin while he considers best trajectory for the cut.

"Are you not scared?" - Trafalgar asks. Question mostly directed to him self, as he feels suddenly confused, thoughts scattered.

"Nope." - Sanji's eyes are half opened, relaxed. - "I know you wouldn't kill me."

And I have finished this beautiful creepy lady.

weirdly I feel like blurring the line art, it is too sharp.

In case if you are wondering what is going on - this is advance techniques of negotiation ;)

So.. I have done a new art of really old character Ying the Red Crow. Last time I draw her was in 2016 years ago and she looked like this

Someone else might be drawing her right now *blush* and I realise she might be due some redesign. That what I done with arguable success.

Thing is I like a lot of details, but I HATE the overall outcome. Guess it is still done.

Still counts towards the new year resolution goal of 50 total art.

Funny thing, content of the book was kindly provided by my 6 years old daughter. She said: "Write there I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH and then cross everything as she is a witch and loves no one". And this weirdly strike a point, as the last time I touched the character she was recovering after her beloved one died.