Faramir Fiction Archive

Depends on the whipping, if I dare say – HURR HURR HURR. X)

Thank you, my dear! (hugs)! I wasn´even aware it works this way. Somehow the way we read (from left to right) must influence the way we look at a picture and so the perception is this: Arch, balcony, table, PORN, arch… Me thinks I like! XD

And I´m glad you like my proneness for muscles… ;) Anatomy is such an intriguing thing and meanwhile I love giving human bodies a bit of texture and, if that makes any sense, density.

Have no fear, modern medicine will doubtlessly reassure you that a good, healthy howl at the moon does you good and extends life! Speaking of it: the moon looks quite pretty tonight, doesn´t it? Would you be so kind and move over a little? Thank you… WOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

AARGH ARGH ARGH Stupid me! X( Sorry guys, I kinda didn´t realize that in a row of comments I cannot reply to every single one. I say, after almost, well, – two years? – that´s quite an eye-opener! Yes, I was always a bright little snowflake! XD

Okay, let´s try to sort this out. Actually my upper comment (that is the fourth on this site) was aiming to MikoNoNyte, whereas the following one goes to (opens letter) EORA! :D

So, my dear, know then that I was faaaaaaaar away of – hurr hurr – distracting you from work! Even though said distraction resulted in the sweetest description of the depicted scenery (and the happenings before). Though I must say it´s a bit eerie how easily you read my mind, for this is exactly how I figured it to be! Too bad you won´t look at it – or wait, no, it´s good, it´s GOOD!!!! For that means I will get to read a wonderful Eora fic, inspired by my – my! – drawing! I still can´t comprehend what I might have done to deserve so much honour and attention and it´s my turn to thank you and tell you that I only hope nobody will look at the picture AFTER reading the fic, for they´ll surely be disappointed. It takes an Alan Lee to capture the magic of your writing, a raven must be doomed to fail.

One funny thing – that says a lot about my perception, I´m afraid, is the fact that, when reading through your comment first, somehow my brain created a connection between the words `liberty´and ´public` and turned them to ´public library´. Which involuntarily delivers the answer on the question where that little happy place can be found. Or perhaps it was already found and is hold dear by the library staff who once had the privilege to witness a certain incident… You see, your virtual presence is enough to inspire a fluent though not quite coherent rambling!

And now to the wonderful бабушка Мороз, December!
I just hope you weren´t too cofused by my comment! Though given your sharp wit and your precise, err, analysis of the events happening on said picture, it´s rather hard to confuse you at all (safe by extremely creative battle cries). Your eye for details reveals a Sherlock Holmes-like quality – I should have named it “Tales an Ink Splodge has to tell” – and so do your conclusions. Indeed, In this state their relationship must have reached a very familiar and relaxed level. Which might be far away form reality, but then, reality is what we make of it, right? ;)

Your mention of stability and security gave me an interesting thought here (now who´s inspiring who, I wonder). We know how much the love life of political leaders is the subject of public interest, and even though I´d insist on a certain level of decency when it´s about consent and respect, I presume the world would sleep better being ruled by people with a satisfying privat life. If I would be the one to pick a person who´s in the power to press a red button, I would make sure said man or woman feels relaxed, loved and sexually satisfied!

Apart from your inspiring feedback, I love your way of perceiving the world! XD By now it hadn´t occured to me that the pile of paper on the table could be My portfolio of, erm, delicate insights of the, erm, private and social life in,erm, Minas Tirith. That adds a totally new aspect… and now I have to find the door to that room..!