Yup, here goes. SketchQueen's second Fic! Granted, my last one was never finished, but it died, so I'm not continuing it. Maybe.
Rated: PG (maybe)
Genre: No clue. Hopeful comedy.
Spoiler:- PM LIST (OF AWESOMENESS):
Chapter One - I Do Believe I am a Fish
Hello, and welcome to Of Authors and Artists. If you haven’t guessed yet, my name is SketchQueen. Or Haifisch. Or Taylor. Or The Great One. But to make things easier, you may call me Gavroche. It’s French, you see. Pronounce it Gav-rosh. I live in a community known as Serebii Forums. I make my living as a graphic artist, and I live in the loft at my shop Silver Souls Graphics. By the way, if you haven’t yet, go request from me. Anyway. That’s really not the point. The point is... Princess Cadence and Luke Skywalker are attacking the Fire Nation. Actually, that’s not the point either.
Fine. Be a hater.
“Who on this great green earth are you talking to?”
“Those who are reading this.”
“Who am I?”
“Well, how am I supposed to know that? Introduce yourself.”
“Oh. Yeah. Introductions. I’m Queen Hibiscus Puggies the Twenty-fifth. I talk in pink.”
“Indeed. Now, tell the readers where we are and what we look like. And stuff. And CUT THE DIALOGUE, MISSY!!”
I rolled my eyes. “I like dialogue. And I’m the author. And... and HAH.”
“Well what do I look like?”
“Pug, you look like a Deoxys wearing Queen Elizabeth's dress.”
For the record, Queen Hibiscus Puggies the 25th is a Deoxys. And I’m human. (Supposedly.) Where we are, I don’t know. It’s just black. A never ending black room. Yeah, real creative here. You know what Imma do? I am an artist, after all, I do believe I will paint where Pug and I are.
That’s what I look like. Brown hair, newsboy cap, mens jacket, white shirt. Oh, and I didn’t draw my wonderful brown pants and black Doc Martins.
“You’re a... you’re a boy!?”
“No. I’m not, actually. I’m a girl. But, because I am the author, I am writing myself in as a boy.”
“WHAT!? You can’t do that!”
“Yes, I CAN, actually.”
“Who gave you the jurisdiction to do that!?”
“How did you find Arceus!?”
“I’m the author. I can do what I want. Also, I know Dormant. He lives in the Fan Fiction district of Serebii Forums.”
“You author folk are confusing specimens.”
“You’re a pretty confusing specimen yourself. And, might I add, I’m also an artist.”
“Artist, author, same thing.”
“No, an author paints with words. An artist paints with... y’know, whatever media they use.”
“Speaking of painting, you haven’t painted me yet.”
“I gave up on you. I am not drawing a Victorian style dress.”
“WHAT!?” Queen Puggie’s face turned beet red, but suddenly changed back to normal in a comical fashion. “Oh hey, look, stuff that isn’t dialogue.”
“Yeah. Crazy.” I sighed. “Look, Pug, I can draw you in a more normal dress. But not Queen Elizabeth's.”
“NO BUTS,” I cut her off, “I will draw you the way I want to. ONE MOMENTUM!!” I took out my pencil and drew a table. I leaned in close to it, and blew on it. As I blew, sparkling green flames came out of my mouth. The drawing of the table glowed green, and in a flash of green light, there was a table in place of the drawing. Pug just stood there in surprise.
“WHAT THE FU-”
“PUGGIE!! No swearing. This is a PG fic.”
“WHAT THE FREAK WAS THAT!?”
“That, Pug, (and readers, you may want to know this too,) was Artist’s Breath.” I took out my pencil and shoved it in Puggie’s face. The pencil was made of polished quartz, with emerald stones engraved in a line down the side. “When one becomes an artist, they are given a magical pencil from the Artist Council. No two pencils are alike, and they each have names. Mine is named Anmut.”
“What’s so special about this pencil?”
“It can draw in 3D, just like the table I just drew. And the pencil will never dull or break, unless I lose my Artist Licence.”
“What’s with the green flames?”
“You are given Artist’s Breath when you are deemed a good enough artist. Artist’s Breath takes the 3D object you drew and brings it to life. However- there are laws to Artist’s Breath.”
“You can make anything you want, as long as you can destroy it and the creation won’t destroy or hurt anyone or anything. You also are forbidden to create human life.”
“Something about Equivalent Exchange with that one. Alchemy. I can ask Ed, he’s good with that.”
“Fine, fine, whatever. Just draw me for crike’s sake.”
I rolled my eyes and drew a sheet of paper on the table. With another Artist’s Breath, the paper appeared. I put Anmut behind my ear and took a normal pencil from my pocket.
“Why aren’t you using Anumutt or whatever its name was?”
“Anmut can’t draw normally. It’s a magical pencil.”
The person standing in front of me was Skiyomi, one of the moderators of my district.
I guess I should explain what’s going on here. Serebii Forums is split up into four states- the Gaming state, the Competitive state, the Anime state, and the Working state. Each state is separated into districts, such as the Role-Play district and the Fan Art district of the Working state. Each district has moderators, which are kind of like all powerful policemen with the power to Ban. There are ranks, too, so a moderator could be promoted to in charge of the entire state - maybe even the entire Forum.
Skiyomi smiled at me. “Good morning, SketchQueen. Gavroche.”
Skiyomi blinked in shock. “Did you... did you just strike through my words? What just happened?”
I chuckled. “Skiyomi, In this fan fiction, my name is Gavroche.”
“But Ellie didn’t change your name...”
“I’m the writer. And I felt like changing my name to something more manageable.”
“Well, okay. I’m here for a report.”
“What ‘cha need?”
“Just the date of the last post.”
“Last post? Lemme think here... the last post was by EpicJirachiFan, 17th of May.”
“Okie-dokey. I’ll be off, then!”
Skiyomi hopped back on her motorcycle and rode away. I went back inside and closed the door. “HEY!! PUFFY!! PUGGIE!! GET DOWN HERE!!”
Puffy slid down the banister as Puggie came floating down. “So, what’s with the Sailor Moon police uniform?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. You have to admit, though, it looks good on them. I mean, look at this picture of Psychic!”
So, I've got Arceus. Dizzy's got Grovyle. And you have Deoxys! Huh, Pokemon partners must be new trend for fan fiction!
But seriously, LOL on the introduction. Interesting concept on having an Author/Artist as the main character. Also, LOL on the Deoxys picture! Man, you're a good artist!
I also find the genderbend quite funny as well!
Though there's one thing bugging me. First of all, In Author's Run, Arceus doesn't mind people calling her name. And the Universe is the one that sends Magikarp messages. Arceus just shouts really loud.
But aside from that, I can tell that I will enjoy this fic!
EDIT: Btw, Don't actually add pictures in this thread. I recommend you read the Fan Fiction Rules, just incase. I don't know whether adding links to the pictures is okay or not. I hope it's okay.
EDIT: Well never mind, It seems adding links to pictures IS Okay! Also, PM ME!!
So Dormant signing off..
Last edited by Dormant; Yesterday at 2:51 PM.
One Author, One Creator and Two boys. Set in Johto. Where everything is not what it seems. For they must flee from the group called the Grammar Police. And saved the World from an unknown threat.
Credits to ~BrightStarVictory~ of Subspace Generate Graphics!
If I remember correctly, there's already an ongoing fic like this. But that aside, this is quite good, slightly humorous, and very random. It seems almost if you and the other author are using the same idea- but the other authors developed it further, and each of you have your own unique spin on it. And by saying 'developed it further', I mean it's been around for a while, not that yours is worse. Good job so far!
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