FemJesse II: The Revenge!

[Reply #520 on:]

Well I did this... Its Fry in a "Gleam Clavicle Cream" ad from the fanfic I'm working on.  I saved a black and white in case I fuck up coloring it... you can tell I got a little overexperiment and enthusiastic, shading him as if he had real dimension...  I wonder if the color one will be even wierder...

"For an irresistable collarbone:  Gleam Clavicle Cream!"

[Reply #521 on:]

What IS it with you and clavicles? 

[Reply #522 on:]

well, its good that u didnt leave, and if anyone was seriously arguing about free speech and crap, they're dumb.  i think i gave them too much credit assuming they were joking comparing the rules to the holocaust...
i mean, call me crazy

[Reply #523 on:]

I refuse to call you crazy, as your point is summat valid and should be respected.

Jesse A:  I think the sexiest part of a man's body is the clavicle indentation...
Jesse B:  Women have them too.
Jesse A:  Women have a lot of things.
Jesse B:  Stop looking at me like that.

[Reply #524 on:]

Do you still do request's? I'm still waiting for the reply on the MUD thing please.

And if it's not too much to ask, Do a PEEL Comic's Special please!

Me  you long time after?

[Reply #525 on:]

Fry with an ear ring? I've noticed you haven't drawn a pic of Leela's reaction to Fry's new body. Saving that for later?
Good night FemJ, for I feel the cold fingers of sleep entering my brain.

[Reply #526 on:]

*looks at the Fry Picture* 

Jesse that Picture make me want to leave Bender for Fry.

[Reply #527 on:]

Yeah, I wonder how Leela would react to Fry's new body, after all, she's always wanting him to shape up.  Maybe a little jealousy when more and more women start to take notice of our hapless hero? 

[Reply #528 on:]

very nice FJ 

[Reply #529 on:]

Great work on that Fry pic 

[Reply #530 on:]

Great Work Jesse. 

[Reply #531 on:]

I once drew Fry surfing before, but you seem to draw a better one. Great job on the shading.

[Reply #532 on:]

@Nurdbot:  I only usually do requests if its something I feel like doing anyway (like something from a fanfic I really like)...  plus I just don't have time for a MUD

Well the way its written, I'd imagine when he takes his shirt off in front of Amy in the cockpit, Leela sees him for just a microsecond and turns away, so she can "take over for the autopilot"... but more likely turning away because she's blushing and trying to hold down a few choice expressions...

[Reply #533 on:]

Fry as a surfer dude, I guess the 'Ride the Walruss' ad took effect on him   

[Reply #534 on:]

So when is that hot Fry picture going to be coloured?

[Reply #535 on:]

I'll do it when I have time, say maybe a week...

[Reply #536 on:]

whoah that was nice! i like that real-cartoonish style its really good!
mhhhh he looks wierd with the earring and that collar.
but nevertheless very good 

[Reply #537 on:]

Its not an earring its a 00 plug.  (or is it just 0)...  Here's a snippet  (I love how my snippets are all out of order...)

Show spoiler

Fry was sneaking into Leela's cabin, drawn by his mixed feelings of boredom and curiosity.  Her bed was made tightly like a hospital or a cheap hotel, and there were photographs of Nibbler all around; and his wicker cat bed, his water dish, and his litterbox in the dimly lit corner... He then sat on the side of her bed and was bobbing up and down like an enthusiastic child.   
He picks a dish of leafy stuff off her endtable and sniffs it.  He accidentally offsets a picture frame that was on the same endtable, and it falls on the floor with an exaggeratedly loud crash.  Leela comes running into the room...

Leela (hurriedly):  What's going on in here.  (She notices Fry with the bowl.)  Fry what are you doing in my room?!

Fry stands up nervously and circles slowly to the doorway, still holding the bowl nervously in front of him.

Fry (gaining courage):  I've been wondering why you've been acting so strange lately... and you know what explains it?? (He holds the bowl out in front of him forcibly)  ...THIS!  This explains... it.

Leela sighs and puts her hand on her hip, bemused by Fry's stupidity.

Leela:  Fry, that's potpourri...

Fry:  Spare me your excuses!  The first step to being cured is admitting that (He waves his right index finger side by side on each syllable, to accentuate himself)  you... have... a... problem.

Leela:  The only problem that I have is: not having a lock to keep you out of my room!

Fry (rolling his eyes):  Denial...  (He folds his hands behind his back, hiding the bowl.)

Leela becomes increasingly fed up, she begins advancing on Fry.  Fry lowers his eyelids and remains unmoving in front of the open hall doorway.  She growls aggitatedly and swiftly places her right hand between his deltoid and his left shoulder.  He shuffles his feet into a more steady stance.  She squeezes tightly, and puts her weight into it, attempting to force him out into the hall.

Fry (lowering his eyelids, pleasurably):  Ooo... I think you just worked out a knot...

Leela (growling and through gritted teeth):  LEAVE.

Fry:  What's the magic word?

Leela (still pushing his shoulder heavily):  I shouldn't have to ask you to stay out of my room...

Fry:  Just say what I want to hear, and I'll leave.

Leela (leaning into him somehow harder than before):  Please leave... please.

Fry does a quick "heart, head, and away" salute with his free hand and quickly bolts out of the room.  Leela falls on the floor, landing on her right arm. She stands up quickly and dusts off her black pants, hoping that Fry didn't notice her fall over like a clutz.  Her facial expression reverts to anger again... she puts her hands on her door frame and leans out into the hall girlishly.

Leela (shouting after him):  Come back here with my potpourri!!

So I hope you shippers enjoy that.  Although I load up innuendo, that's as close as they will ever come to having sex in my fanfiction...

"Get out... come back" ...make up your mind hyperbitch...

[Reply #538 on:]

 

Originally posted by FemJesse:
@Nurdbot:  I only usually do requests if its something I feel like doing anyway (like something from a fanfic I really like)...  plus I just don't have time for a MUD

Oh. Alright then.

[Reply #539 on:]

  really cool you dont just know how to draw, jou also make really good fics

[Reply #540 on:]

that was hysterical! i can so picture that in my head. Will this fic be out soon?

[Reply #541 on:]

Venus, I'm working on it here and there... its going to be a long one for me, and it might be an all in one shot deal.

I just had to get in "Head, Heart, and away" (Zapp's Salute in "When Aliens Attack" )  because its my favorite gesture in the show.

[Reply #542 on:]

ohh, the suspense! can't wait!

[Reply #543 on:]

Your Fry picture is really good Jess. I'd say it is almost as good as a few of your realistic style fanarts. Come to think of it, it seems kind of like a picture which is in between realistic style and cartoon style leaning more towards realistic. I would like to see how it looks when it is colored. On a side note I still don't know what it is about the collar bone, but I have been told thats one of the worst bones to have get broken.

 

[Reply #544 on:]

Although its not technically a bone... I had a Friend-of-a-Friend break some male anatomy before.  He was overzealous and tried to do a dive into the bed and cracked his... yeah...
Public Service Announcement:
"Contrary to what you may think:  Its not indestructable, guys!"

[Reply #545 on:]

How can you crack something that is not cartilage or bone? I have been told it can be damaged, but I never knew it could be cracked.

[Reply #546 on:]

I've seen it...It is not a pretty sight

[Reply #547 on:]

Big OUCH

[Reply #548 on:]

*Reads the last few posts and shudders*
Nice fic. The decription you gave about Leela's reaction to Fry's new bod was kind of nice. I can almost picture how a drawing from you would make it look.
The whole crew in the cockpit of the ship, Leela in the fore ground, sitting at the controls,red cheeked staring straight ahead, Amy and Fry in the back ground. Amy slightly bent at the waist pointing at Fry's abs with an "Oooo" kind of expression. And Bender sitting on the side downing a beer. Of course if you decided to do it someday I'm sure it would be a million time better than I could think of.

[Reply #549 on:]

In the final, I decided to go with a more Futurama-esque slogan for Clavicle Cream... completely mocking the fact that clavicles are a unisex body part.  I was thinking about adding a sparkle to his collarbone... but then thought that would be just too much.  If people don't know what a clavical is I urge you to visit Dictionary.com.
They'll tell you that (and I quote) it is:
shaped like the letter "?"

and there is a 1000 pix width one here: http://www.scanartcentral.net/Submitted_Art/FemJesse/images/frysurf1k.jpg

...This is what I get for listening to Extrablood's band on repeat while coloring something. Kudos, Die Alkaida.

[Reply #550 on:]

wow, that picture is of great quality Jess! I would say it rivals or is even better then some of your other realistic style works. I think your use of color and shading in that picture is better than it is in any of your other works to date.

[Reply #551 on:]

Here's a poem I wrote... you guys help me title it =D

I will remember the day you told me that you did not love me for who I was
The scene is burned into my mind and I cannot drive it away
Sometimes when I look to you I will have hope,
But my eyes cannot reach you fully
You think I am staring you in the chest for another reason
When the truth is

When I see a streak of darkness every day that follows
I can not look at your accusing face any more
When you returned my hope and life to me
And pushed me away from you.

I would give most anything for the ability to express
That I have feelings for you beyond making love
I have never been very good with piecing words,
I shy away and massage my neck
It is not a crush, and I will proove that- to you that I owe my life
You make me safe

When you took my hand and held me high above the city lights
I would have fallen had you not been there
So I risked my life again to gauge how much
You might have loved me in return.

Answers do not come easily, seeming shot down in my prime
Maybe if we could be brought together by the passing of days
Valentines are fun to spend along your side
Even though we are not involved
I will not think things that you do not want me to.

The shocking things I would do;  write you love notes in the stars
Just you look my way, and maybe you could best me
And that would make me love you more
When the pulling is in my chest
Please understand that I touch you for other reasons
When you know
 
Maybe there really is no hope for us, and I am searching in the void
I would like to call out to you and save you from yourself
What happened to your free spirit, I do not understand
I would like you to let me finish my thoughts for once
Or at least be in the same room with me, and hear the truth
Are you so broken?

Things are better the next day, and its the same old flavor
It doesn't last very long, but you'll return to him again
When I lie alone and stare at the hammock above me
Knowing exactly "what he's got that I don't..."

Sometimes the television is walked in front of, and your voice reverberates in my head
I can hear you saying things to me, and feel you pulling me off the sofa
Your words are harsh, but my heart warms to your touch
No matter how rough you try to be...
I am felt by you.

Maybe there is uncertainty when you tell me I'm just your friend
An inflection I have distinguished from your repetoire
What do you have that makes me come back repeatedly
I know what I lack that makes me so unbearable

Maybe in another time and place we were made immortal
Our chances gone with a grain of sand
Or even the flip of a coin...
I keep playing my song, though poorly
It breaks me down inside
That I will never fully have your attention
And you will never hear how it ends.

Edit:  Crap I rhymed a line by accident... I changed that...  hope no one saw..
My goal for this poem was for it to have a solid feeling but not really ryhme... and especially put in synonyms for rhyming words to make the reader wander
ex.
"Away from you" could have been "out the door"
"express" and "sex" sorta rhymed so I purposefully avoided that cliché.  This is one of my more upsetting downhearted writing techniques.
"to and you" changed to "along your side"

[Reply #552 on:]

very good FJ, i like it  , but i cant help you with the name, im very bad with names

[Reply #553 on:]

I just called it "Poem 1- Unheard" in DA. so that's my name and I'm sticking to it.

[Reply #554 on:]

i hate poetry. Always have and always will. Usually when someone tries to read a poem to me i just zone out. So i'm just gonna sit here and pretend that i didn't just read and absolutely love that poem. No one saw me grin like an idiot while reading it. No one heard me 'aawwwwww'. Therefore no one can prove it and it never happened. So there.

[Reply #555 on:]

you just wrote it Venus

[Reply #556 on:]

aaaaaaawwwwwww!! Damn it!

[Reply #557 on:]

I always like ending poetry by having the "speaker" coming to terms with a lie.... especially a horribly depressing one...     
Venus, I'm uh... glad I got a... reaction of sorts.  *pokes Venus with her specially designed trademarked Peelette-Poking Stick (its got a cute pink ribbon on it!)*

Evan gave me an "F":

[conv]Evan: and the "baste a turkey on my head" is completely out of tone
FemJesse: okay I'll change that[/conv]

FemJesse: Fry is selfish, he always talks about himself

Fry: Hyperbitch, you made ME feel bad...  This is how I feel

[Reply #558 on:]

Your poem was ok, but mine was better! I win again!

...what do you mean I didn't write one?  I did so! Look, it's right here!

"There once was a girl named Fran.
She lived in a Frying Pan.
She got burnt on a stove,
So she moved to a grove,
In a happy and magical land."

[Reply #559 on:]

There once was a little bunny,
Who thought she was being funny,
So I broke into her hovel,
Smacked her with a shovel,
And then I stole her money.