I'm a Very Important Man!

Fairies!

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Enter!

I'll pull three names on Wednesday, this week coming doesn't look like it's going to be half as hectic for me as last week was.
Last week's winners will have their icons by Wednesday. :D

Oh, look! It's Monday! Time for me to put up another entry post for the fairy icons!

Rules are here, please do take a boo at them before entering?

I'll draw two names on Wednesay! Have at thee!

(Yes, I'm almost done with the first three-- I'll have them to you guys soon, honest!)

Hello, Fandom! It's time again for another round of "iBook has gone insane!" I'm your host, iBook, and today we'll find out exactly why!

Some of you might remember when my brain liquefied last semester and I deigned to draw dozens upon dozens of students in wee little squeeing icon format, complete with random object fairy? Some of you, the newbies, might not. Either way, between FH and my Mun friendlist, I've gotten nearly 200 fairies drawn up now.
Want one? Yes? No?

Either way, this is how this thing is going to work.

The remainder of this post contains the rules. Please to be reading them before you enter, or your entry will be filed under "bah."

Every week until my brain oozes out of my ears or every character in the game has gotten one, I'll be putting up a post on Monday in which you can enter to win (via shiny random draw!) a custom fairy icon of your very own!

Oooo! Aaaah!

What do I require from you for your entry to qualify? Not much, really. All I ask is that you comment here with the name of the character you want me to draw, a link to a reference picture of that character which will give me a clear idea of colours/clothing/hairstyle, and what you'd like for a fairy (as these are fairy icons, which is all part of the random insanity that is Fandom, yes?). Reference pictures of the fairy-item might not hurt, either, as I'm not sure what everything in the universe looks like, and I sometimes get some pretty off-the-wall requests indeed.

Every Monday that I'm around, I'll put up a post like this one, where you can comment to enter your name into the draw.
Every Wednesday, depending on how insane ambitious I'm feeling, I'll announce anything from one to five winners, the amount will be predetermined on the Monday that I make the first post.
How long it takes for you to actually get your icon depends entirely on my work schedule (as I have two jobs this summer), but they shouldn't take longer than a week after I make the announcement of the winners. No worries about bogging me down or anything. I do these because I enjoy doing them, and I love getting variety!

So, Fandomites! It's a new semester, and it's a free-for-all once again. I won't draw the same characters again, but if you have characters that don't yet have icons, feel free to enter them!

This Wednesday, I'll choose three winners!

Have at thee!

Okay, so the chair was gone from its place of prestige in front of the door. This didn't bother Valentine so much, really. It had been a nice thought, but there really wasn't much that a chair was going to do to keep the forces of evil and shadows and all of that jazz from barging into his dorm room in particular to turn him into a shiny black mass of coal. Not that it was going to happen. But Valentine was reserving the right to be paranoid.
However, his Dorito crumbs were all but gone, and he was down to his last corn nut.
Things were starting to look dire for Valentine. But Valentine, as Valentines tend to be, was stubborn and cowardly. And if there was something out there that could level the school, he was not going to be seen anywhere near it.

( Finally! Rescue! )

(OOC: Preplayed with the_merriest. Not for interaction, but OOC is totally welcome. Long and babbly, but this was a fun thingydoo to play. :D Thanks, Rikku! I owe you exclamations of "OMG AWESOME" for coding this beast, you!)

That Valentine had woken up with a hangover was not exactly the worst thing that had happened to him in his lifetime.
That he had woken up firmly wedged between his bed and his wall in a pose that he couldn't fathom actually being able to bend into in the first place... well, it still wasn't so horrible.
The hangover, the really awkward pose, and the sudden combination of remembering the flattened school and the argument with Demyx the other day? Yeah, starting to get th-
"Oooh, is that alcohol?"

Apparently there was some glitter!booze left. And he was just able to reach it with the arm that wasn't tucked up and around and behind and then back underneath himself again. Win.


(There is still a chair up against the inside of Valentine's door, but again, it's not too hard to open if you put your shoulder into it. Valentine won't be coming out anytime soon, but feel free to come in and tell him he's an idiot, or even to yell at him through the door.)

Valentine woke up, sat bolt upright, and screamed.
"EeeeeeeEEEeee!"
....
He then smiled a rather satisfied smile, then settled back under the covers to attempt to resume happy, E-filled dreams.


(Mostly just me being a dork, but it's open for interaction if you have some reason to be up and about this time of morning.)

Valentine woke up Monday morning, tied in a knot amidst a mass of books and bedsheets in the middle of his bedroom floor.
That fact, and only that, was all that had him convinced that the horrible dream he had which involved him not knowing how to juggle and climbing into light fixtures and losing his ball and playing dolls wasn't a dream at all.
That, and the plaster strewn across his floor.
Why in the world didn't they make light fixtures to support the weight of ten-year-old boys here, anyhow?


(I live to linkdrop. His door is still wide open, so interaction is possible if you want to help untangle Valentine, wtf at the mangled state of his light fixture, and if you don't mind slowplay like whoa because I fully intend on getting some sleep before work today.)

Valentine poked at his yearbook. He had already marked the pages for Ethics, Folklore and Fact, tGaY, and Science!. When he finished his classes, he marked off Kappa Kappa Gremlin and P.R.A.T.S as well. There might have been extra stars doodled on the page for P.R.A.T.S., as Valentine had mistaken his newfound minionship to Hades as some form of actual authority when Hades declared that he was the club leader.

Pages containing less pleasant markings included the day that all the guys grew breasts, and the weekend where everyone turned into someone else.

Neutral marks included the day he was kidnapped by teal deer, and Will's daring rescue the day after. He added a picture of Clementine, as she really was a beautiful egg. There was also a doodle on the page for the Spelling Bee. He still felt a certain kinship with the blue guy who had hosted that.

There was the most wee of tickymarks on the pages for the prom, as he had really just gotten drunk and hung out at the punch bowl for most of it.

And, because he felt it deserved mention, he had made a special entry in the back and stuck in a whole bunch of memorabilia from Fandom Chicken, The Motion Picture, and Fandom Chicken Two. Mostly just a rubber glove, a piece of torn garbage bag, the remains of his paper megaphone, and an accidental spill-stain from a low-fat non-whip soy latte.


[Probably going to be added to as I remember things that I totally omitted. It's apt to be stuck behind a cut if I add much more.]

Valentine was in his room with a toothbrush in one hand and a tube of toothpaste in the other.
To say that he was mildly disgusted with all the pleasant things that he had been saying to people lately would be an understatement. Valentines were not pleasant unless it suited them. Obviously, Fandom was corrupting his wee little mind.
Still and all... The things he had said, he did rather mean, in some strange and disturbingly sincere sort of way. He didn't want to watch bad things happen to people who, for whatever reason, were actually nice to him.
Bizarre.
Either way, he was there, door cracked open a little to help ventilate away the smell of mint toothpaste, trying to wash the nasty nasty nice words out of his mouth.
The only reason he wasn't using soap was because, honestly, what self-respecting very important man would subject themselves to such horrible torture to the tongue?

(OOC: It is Friday night. I am bored. I have Saturday off and can keep pinging in until the cows come home. Open like an open thing, come play with me?)

I seem to have access to a scanner for the time being. And, oh look! I have my MirrorMask scriptbook with me as well, which contains not only the script for the things that did make it into the movie, but also the stuff that was edited out for length. Included in these edited out scenes are the parts where Valentine takes off his face, which I figured I would share just in case anyone was interested in seeing where I'm drawing that bit of my version of Valentine from, as it's from an aspect of the fandom that not as many people may have access to.

The first time he takes off his mask! It's short and sweet, and rather to the point. A "look what I can do" moment situated within a scene that those who have seen the movie may remember.

And then, much later in the script -- this would be Valentine admitting that he was wrong. To himself. Sort of.
Page 1.
Page 2.
Page 3.

Yeah, they're huge scans-- sorry about that!

Dave McKean's artwork gives me great joy. La~