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Thing I made for fun using audio from the OG owlhouse pilot that was circulating everywhere 😆
Bet my sis likes this.
(characters are Rossamünd, Gosling, Snarl, and Thenody from MBT)
Some MBT stuff I've done in the past week, I hope Tumblr fixes this photoset issue at some point, I miss being able to dump a crap ton on my blog at once 😂
So long story short this fandom is small, which allows the author to be very involved with his fans, and, just recently he put a lot of his old drafts and such of his books up for auction! I was unable to outbid someone in the first round, but, I managed to knab some of the many first starts to Factotum!! I just received the package over the weekend and have read the whole of it. Here's where the spoilers come in so stop reading now if you haven't read as far as Foundling and Lamplighter!
Things are much different in these few different versions, We start off with the sea voyage to Brandenbrass, though Rossamünd is much more anxious about the recent trail, his suspicions are very much back and forth, and he begins to lose trust in Europe, and even, in his old masters, whom are very much fathers to him. For a hot moment he felt very alone, and disassociated himself for a while... I thought I'd illustrate it since it was so...sad. There's a lot more to the drafts though, Rossamünd being WAY more paranoid, so worried he messed up Europe's treacle, Europe being a bit more *rude than usual, Fransitart being protective of Rossamünd, more so than he is in the canon, and some funny moments we didn't get to read, like Rossamünd having his first full beer 😂
and a bunch more things...
Okay non-spoiler readers can hop back on!
I love this series with all my heart, the art, the story, the characters, and it so cool to get to see how things start out, and how it ends up! A special thank you to the one and only DM Cornish, and amazing author, and crazily enough, a great friend encouraging me on with my art, even my own personal work. Please, if you love a good fantasy, especially with solid, amazing world building, and on top of that, a great story, give it a read. Thank you for coming to my TED talk 😂
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MBT meme
SUPER sped up this speedpaint, I haven't posted some "full"(?) MBT art in a moment, enjoy!
Recently watched the new Pinocchio movie, the story/music was amazing. This particular song was my favorite, and I would love to make a full AMV one day, when I have the time! Instead enjoy this mock cover! Scene is meant to depict Rosamund's farewell at the end of Factotum. Hope y'all enjoy.
Happy Father's Day!
Here's an excerpt from Factotum, HEAVY SPOILERS, so beware for those who haven't finished it! (There are so many good excerpts from the trilogy about these 3 but this is such a good one)
"Rossamünd let out a long and shuddering sigh.
The ex-dormitory master gripped him firmly by the arms and held him in his narrow, wondering gaze.
As unlikely and bizarre as it was, Rossamünd was not just some causeless aberration; real though occult processes had brought him to be. He had been formed by ancient unsullied forces, a child of the threwd, of the very earth.
Suddenly, the young factotum flung himself into the old salt's grasp, Fransitart gathering him in to clasp him close and hard, somehow managing to smother him with his thin, still-strong arms. With a great gust of tears muffled in the rough stale proofing of the old salt's weskit, Rossamund poured out the weight of it all.
"If ye were knit of me own stuff, boy, I could not love ye better!" Fransitart whispered. "Aye, lad ..." Craumpalin's emotion-cracking murmur confirmed.
Fransitart released him from his paternal embrace and he looked at his masters squarely. In return the two vinegaroons regarded him in wonder."
