Yup, here goes. SketchQueen's second Fic! Granted, my last one was never finished, but it died, so I'm not continuing it. Maybe.
Of Authors and Artists
Rated: PG-13 (maybe)
Genre: No clue. Hopeful comedy.
Spoiler:- PM LIST (OF AWESOMENESS):
Spoiler:- CHAPTER LIST (OF EPICNESS):
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.
Click here to view drawing - it's too big to view here.
Well there you go. Now we’re somewhere. We’re in my room. Yay.
“Gavroche, shouldn’t you draw yourself or something? Or maybe... draw me?”
“Sigh... fine, whatever, while I’m on Photoshop.”
Click to see image - I can't get images to work, I guess.
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.”
“Shut up and let me draw you.”
Click to see image - I'm not describing these things, so you'll want to click if you haven't. Don't worry, it's all on photobucket, so I'm not plugging in viruses or anything like that.
“And there you go.”
(Dramatic effect... please wait.)
(Maintence mode... please wait)
“OH MY GOSH!!” Puggie flew five feet into the air. “THIS DRESS IS SO COMFY!!”
“Better than Elizabeth’s dress?”
“Much better. And much less puffy.”
At the sound of puffy, a flash of light shot out of my pocket. A breloom materialized and hopped up and down. “Breloom! Bre, bre, breloom!!”
Puggies blinked. “And who is this?”
“This is my breloom. Puffy.”
“Well who in the name of Arceus-”
And in that moment, Puggie was interrupted by a magikarp. A magikarp to the head. The magikarp had a note on its fin. The note said: STOP! SAYING! MY! NAME! FOR! CUPCAKES! SAKE!!
Puffy glared at the magikarp. Then, with ninja awesomeness, Puffy struck the magikarp dead with a single mach punch.
Puggie blinked. “What the...?”
I sighed. “Puggies. My breloom’s full name is... Puffy... Puffy the Magikarp Slayer.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“Hey! I didn’t name it!”
“Then who did?”
“My friend, Chess Z.”
“Why is his name so weird?”
“It’s a reference. Don’t ask.”
And then, off in the distance and coming closer, were police sirens. Then, they stopped. And there was a knock at the door. I glared at Puggies. “Stay. Here. Or. Else.”
Puggies nodded at a comical fast pace.
I went downstairs and opened the door. And guess who was standing in front of me.
Clicky to see image - Again, it’s just too darn big. But it’s not that big.
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,
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!”
Clicky to view image - Technically, I’m not drawing any of this. So far. But you will see my art in here. Eventually.
“That’s wonderful. Puffy has a question.”
“Bre! Loom, breloom bre?”
I looked at Puffy, then at Puggie. Puggie sighed. “She said, did this chapter have any storyline?”
“Nope,” I laughed, “This chapter was pure introduction.”
Two shadows met in the darkness of an alleyway (I know, great beggining. Shut up.)
“Dormant. Glad you came.”
“Have you heard?”
SketchQueenGavroche is jumping on our bandwagon!!”
“HOW DARE SHE!?”
“She’s a he in this fic.”
“Who gave her the jurisdiction to do that!?”
“Arceus. She came and talked to her a while ago.”
“Whatever. What are we going to do!?”
Suddenly, like a greek tragedy, a flash of light burst out of the alleyway and left a man in his late twenties standing there. Somehow Dizzy and Dormant remained shadows. “Hello.”
Dizzy blinked (I think) and stared at the man. “Who are you?”
“I am Mr. Bower,
“WOULD YOU GUYS PLEASE USE THE NAME WRITTEN IN THE SCRIPT!?” A voice called out from nowhere.
Mr. Bower looked to the sky and muttered an apology. “ANYWAY as I was saying, I am Gavroche’s Drama Teacher.”
Dormant sighed. “And you have to do with this fiction, how?”
“I have come to tell you a quote.”
“A quote. That’s ALL you came for!?”
“Yes. ‘Good artists borrow. Great artists steal.’”
“Is that all?”
“Yes. Good day to you, sirs! Or, um, misses, or... whatever you are...”
Dizzy growled. “So she’s-”
“Whatever! He’s trying to prove himself a great artist?”
“I AM ANGRY NOW!!”
“Dizzy, calm yourself. Let’s go find Gavroche and talk to him, shall we?”
Dizzy scowled and supposedly nodded.
“I’ve found it! Finally, it’s mine, and I shall have it!”
AU: So, this chapter sucked, and probably read like a drabble. NEXT CHAPTER: ACTUALY STORYLINE!! (SO EXITED.)