Asylum-Fry
Liquid Emperor
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« : 09-08-2003 18:39 »
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Yes I devoted a new thread to my in-class sketch fanart. Why? Because I felt like it. Hey, there's more where this came from. I'll upload it real soon, people. I call this, um, Fry the Pirate Captain Guy. Yeeeeeeeeeah. You call it what you want to.  So, you like? I may turn it into a scan (or better yet, let one of you professionals turn it into one!) |
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Asylum-Fry
Liquid Emperor
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« #13 : 09-09-2003 16:24 »
« : 09-09-2003 16:24 »
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Strange things happen in the mind of Asylum. I guess I must have been remembering that movie Pirates of the Carribean, or something. The explanation would make no sense, even if I had one.
Anyhow, I had another pic to put up, but seeing as the "MS-Blast" (or whatever, my mom was being really vague, and stuttering most of it for reasons unexplained) virus has attacked the computer in my house that has the scanner, I'll put it up later.
It's gonna be a Leela one, colored with colored pencils (which I did in class, shockingly). The premise of the pic I'll put up later is part of a twisted fanfic/comic plot I am developing. The pic in particular I drew is after Leela and Fry are fighting and she wins. This is one of Leela scuffed up a bit, little bit of blood and all, black eye, and she's carrying a funky gun. Woohoo.
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Asylum-Fry
Liquid Emperor
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« #21 : 09-15-2003 20:42 »
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In the spirit of bumping, keeping my topic alive, and joining the crowd, I present my own SuperFry comics (one that actually has a hand-drawn SuperFry!):  And the hand-drawn, wasting-biology-class, two frame comic (it's a classic)...  I think this is a bit off the true spirit of fanart, but LAN.gnome is doing it so I thought I could too.. More REAL fanart coming soon. |
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Asylum-Fry
Liquid Emperor
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« #23 : 09-15-2003 21:01 »
« : 09-15-2003 21:01 »
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I promised I'd get you some real fanart, so here it is. Although I may now remind you it officially belongs to FuturamaSeasons and not you. So don't steal the damn thing!!! http://www.futuramaseasons.has.it Click it and join the fun of writing the sixth season of Futurama! I did, what do you think that picture is of? It's an illustration from my episode, Phillip's Run! When you look at it, imagine Bender shouting: " Ten points for Bender!"  |
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Asylum-Fry
Liquid Emperor
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« #26 : 09-16-2003 01:04 »
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Here is the sequel to the first MisAdventure... But this is the sequel, Kryten's Revenge:  I love the line Jeremy's monkey has in this (and that cute little chainsaw), and Kryten's shotgun. As of now, my trademark lines are 'that's a bitch' and 'what a bitch'. They belongs to me now... mwahahaha. |
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Asylum-Fry
Liquid Emperor
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« #33 : 09-19-2003 21:00 »
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Here is a picture that has inspired a FuturamaSeasons episode idea... I sketched it during my high school pep rally, on a page with notes on it. I erased those so you wouldn't see them, but left the picture. To avoid people scratching their heads, I will explain. The Fry on the left is the one who was trapped in the quantum interface universe witht the brains for about a year or so (maybe time is different there) and has gained the brains' ability to stupify, and also does not seem to need food, or air on occasion. The poorly-drawn Fry being held up by earlier one (whom will henceforth be TWOF Fry) is the normal, stupid Fry, who was sent on a final mission to get rid of TWOF Fry before the universe collapses from having two identical people in it. If that made any sense, you're probably drunk, high, or on some very weird medication. Or you can follow the rantings of a loony pretty well.  |
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Asylum-Fry
Liquid Emperor
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« #39 : 09-22-2003 22:49 »
« : 09-22-2003 22:49 »
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I feel like turning this into a fanfic thread as well... So be it, I shall post a previewable part of my first fic-in-the-works, which is yet to be titled. Leela tried to focus on the coordinates, but something was bothering her. Once in a while, she kept hearing some very faint, forlorn music coming from somewhere in the ship. It was slow, mournful, and pained, yet hopeful and alive. It was stirring something inside her, a feeling that linked her to that music. She wished it would stop.
As the tune was struck up again, Leela decided to investigate. She switched on the autopilot and stood up. As she walked farther down the ship, the song became louder. She could even hear other notes not possible to hear before, subtle sounds that made the song even more intricate. Soon, she found its source.
She rapped her hand on the door to Fry and Bender’s quarters. The music stopped abruptly, and she walked in just as Fry was hunched over the black sack, closing it up.
“Fry... what was that?” she inquired, trying to make herself sound as affable as possible.
“I just, um, I was... er, something. Not that you’d care.” He turned away and hid the bag on the other side of his hammock. She eyed the bag curiously, but he didn’t notice. He looked considerably better. His eyes were less bloodshot and he’d managed to shave at some point.
“It was beautiful music,” Leela sighed quietly, “but I guess I’ll just go back to the bridge. Sorry to interrupt you.”
As Leela turned around, Fry reached out a hand and grabbed her sleeve. “No, wait. Stay.”
Leela looked over her shoulder at Fry and the sincere look of hopeful thinking. She couldn’t say no to it, so she shut the door again and sat down next to him on the hammock. He made no move to touch her, so she took his hand in her own.
“Fry, I don’t know why its been taking me so long to realize this, but I think I’ve finally begun to realize why I felt so connected to you, even as far back as when I deserted my job down in Old New York. You’ve shown me so many things, and protected me from so much... I can’t really express it in words what you are to me.”
Fry nodded. “I know what you mean, but I think I can spare you the trouble of hearing me try to speak my feelings. I’ve started learning to concentrate more on the image, and the music will come...”
He reached down and picked up the bag. From it he drew his old holophoner, which he’d still been using all this time. He put it to his lips and blew.
A single note that wavered for what felt like forever, creating an image of a single little spot in a wide, white infinity. Then it was joined, one by one, by new notes, which made the dot begin to shudder, and finally explode. Out of the dot came... everything. Things of every shape, size, and color swirled in a dark void known as the universe, while the music began to retreat into several long monotonous notes.
Then a few high whistles picked up. The debris began to form into a picture, one of Leela, which soon became whole and started to dance, joined by a Fry conceived of all the things that hadn’t made Leela already. She took his hands and they began to move about. Everywhere she stepped lit up with a fiery star, while Fry’s footfalls became planets. Together, they could make the universe.
Leela was transfixed by the imagery. She hadn’t expected Fry to be so good at the holophoner, after he had been rid of the worms.
As the two danced life into existence, the music became brash, and Leela pulled away from Fry. She disappeared, pulling the starlight with her. On the Planet Express ship, Fry stood up and gazed into the window in wonderment. The music became suspenseful and fast; outside the ship were four words written entirely of the stars.
I Love You Leela.
As the words were exploded into oblivion, the music began to die. Though the pictures started to fade, Leela reappeared, holding a wedding ring in her hand. She smiled at Fry, who too had resurfaced, his wedding ring held out to her. Just as they seemed about to touch hands, the entire sonata was cut off. The two evaporated into blue smoke, vanishing into the darkness of the cabin.
I love that part... it's surprising that I managed to write that out, and yes there is a freaking explanation for all of this. I just cut this out of the fic a little after the beginning. Stay tuned for more news on when I'm going to publish it on TLZ... if ever... EDIT: Big whoop, I posted the first part on Fanfiction.net under the title The Last Stand. Read it and review it! |
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