ART THREAD
I have had the very great pleasure of commissioning some beautiful art to celebrate the release of my new novel Nine-Tenths. I'm going to share them all in this thread (and hopefully add to it if I'm lucky enough to be graced with more) so you can appreciate the talent of these incredible artists.
by Christopher Winkelaar
Nine-Tenths is set in a world where all the nobility in Europe are homo draconis - shape-shifting dragons who have the ability to take human form. Every culture in the world have dragons living among the humans, but the European and Asian nations are the only ones where dragons were historically elevated to the roles of monarchs, nobles, and emperors.
In a world where the American Colonies rejected British rule, this meant they were also rejecting draconic protection--and so while they won their Independence in 1793, they were soundly trounced in the War of 1812, losing all of New England, including New York State, to the British. They were absorbed into the Canadas, except for New York City, which was reclaimed by the Dutch and re-renamed New Amsterdam.
The Canadian colonies expanded west, as they historically did in our world, through a series of broken treaties with the Indigenous peoples of the continent, and the reprehensible colonialist practices which put the settlers in power today. It also means they were able to expand further south, without the Americans to bump up against.
This also meant that the Americans were unable to expand as far south and west as in our world, coming up against Indigenous dragon-protected lands, such as the Oniagara, or Aztec and Incan empires, which grew further north after Spanish contact, and flourished.
Unlike in the current version of Canada, the land was legislatively divided into much smaller provinces than currently exist, each overseen by a hereditary draconic Lieutenant Governor, who report to the draconic Governor of the Canadas, who in turn reports to the House of Lords in England (also dragons). Each province is divided into Duchies, Earldoms, and Marquessates, presided over by a noble dragon family.
As dragons are long-lived, the current Queen of England is Elizabeth (the first one). As she has not yet passed, the Kingdom of Scotland as yet remains separate from England. Ireland too is independent, the Irish dragons having beaten back the English ones. However, Wales remains a satellite colony of England, as the betrayal which brought about it's subjugation and the trickery around the hereditary title "Prince of Wales" still occurred. (This an important plot point).
by @seancefemme
This is the first piece of art I commissioned for the novel, and you'll note it's now become the cover art!
Meet the heroes of our tale: barista and disaster bi Colin Levesque, stuck in the middle of his quarter-life crisis and crushing on his cafe regular, Welsh dragon Dav, the Marquis of Niagara (though of course, Colin doesn't know he's the Marquis, and thinks Dav is just some minor noble with nothing better to do all day than hang out and read).
by @ibrithir-was-here
Colin works at Beanevolence, an indie cafe in downtown St. Catharine's, in the province of Upper Canada (Southern Ontario in our world). It's owned by his bestie Hadi, and he was only supposed to be a barista until he'd graduated. But now he has his Sustainable Tourism degree, and no clue what to do next. He feels completely stuck. Luckily he has Dav to distract him.
Except that one day Dav distracts him too well, which results in a kitchen fire. As an apology for the inferno, and to help the cafe get back on it's feet while the repairs are under way, Dav volunteers as the new bean roaster, creating incredible and (and ultimately social-media viral) coffee roasts with his fire-breath.
by @ibrithir-was-here
Colin and Dav start a flirtation at work.
Which leads to...
by @teejaystumbles
Luxurious dates and late-night smoochies.
by @pinkpiggy93
Which also goes a little bit viral. See, it turns out that the Marquis of Niagara usually keeps a low profile, and his sudden romance with a human has the gossip rags and tabloids all in a tizzy.
But more than that, it puts Dav under the scrutiny of Francis Simcoe. He's the Lieutenant Governor of Upper Canada, a dragon with a hate-on for Dav, and the perfect ammunition to ruin his happiness.
Because, you see, it's against dragonic rules for dragons to be seen to be laboring in service of humans... and Dav's new gig at Beanevolence is about to--forgive the pun--land him in hot water.
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I ran out of thread again
And the whole thing will definitely need to be starched to absolute fuck and back, but I was assuming that part from the photo.
Ordered three more skeins. Based on what the other ruffles have taken, that should be enough. I hope.
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it wasn't exactly . . . unheard of, that price would show up here. he's done it before, &. he'll probably do it again if he needs to. of course, he knew she was trying to pull away from this shit-show of a life. it never felt entirely right pulling her back in, but there was only so many people he could trust. farah is working with the general who put a hit out on his own men, as well as the man who carried out those orders. soap could have died for fuck sake. but nobody seemed to care. yesterdays betrayals are redacted history, just like damn near everything price did. it was old news. life goes on. even after that coward murdered countless civilians in cold blood.
it was a good thing he doesn't do this for recognition.
when she opens the door to her place he's behind it. giving her a small, pursed lipped smile. almost, in a way, to show his guilt prematurely. peering at her with a lowered head. "gloria." he speaks. the sound is fond, which is continued to be capped by lips' incline. his hands shoved in cigar-lined pockets, in a peace offering he wants to beat her to. you know, before she presents some prime selections for their impending pre-tradition. cigars &. pints were typically reserved for a job well done, but a reunion seemed as good an excuse than any. finally shifting weight &. lifting gaze somewhat.
"is now a good time?"
🍒 @medicbled ↪ asked for cap'n crunch (plotted)
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Women's Filet Kimono
Materials
No yardage or weight given for thread, but would likely use 5-7 1,000 yd #10 crochet thread? They use wool, but cotton should be fine.
3 yards of silk (or other light fabric) to line.
3 yards ribbon for trim.
Embroidery floss for detailing on sleeves, collar.
No. 3 (2.0-2.1 mm) crochet hook.
Source
Priscilla Sweater Book, pg. 26-27, pub. 1917
Accessed via Antique Pattern Library
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@ghostsxagain said -> "You're still my person even if I'm not yours."
"The fuck does that mean?" Santiago asks, blinking at Miki with a mixture of confusion and irritation. The man picks the worst possible times to crack and show the shinier, rarer pieces of himself. Santi tries not to take it to heart, though, knows Miki's meaning is going to be wholly different from his own — different from the normal person's. "I'm always gonna be what I am, right? And nothing more. And you the same. Right?" Was this simply another reminder for him to stay in his place or yet another cruel game?
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beau & zsasz from victor’s starter call!
@losinmortalesperdidos
Zsasz watched the man work, and as he did, his cigarette was slowly becoming stuck to his bloody fingers. Zsasz didn’t mind it, since the stick hadn’t totally collapsed in on itself yet from the heavy, damp blood.
“Don’t get it,” he croaked. He couldn’t mark this kill into his skin because he hadn’t done it, but he had helped. “Don’t you own a construction company?” In a past life, maybe they would’ve worked together on more boring projects. Zsasz had a masters in Architecture & Architectural Design, after all.
He had a drag and smeared more fresh blood across his lips, feeling his pulse thud down his body. He ignored that.
“Why not…bury them all under a house or two? Scared of ghosts?” He smiled softly, watching the corpse loll its big, heavy head to the side. Zsasz reached down to readjust himself in his slacks, nonchalant and obvious.
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Finding Pitch
@bionicparrot
It had been a few weeks since Nightingale had met Triage, and made a habit of randomly popping up at her lab. It had become a safe space that she could use when she needed supplies, E-Tanks, and a place to recharge--and she had grown rather fond of Triage and her sister, Silk. They'd both been very kind to Gale, and patient too. She already owed them both so much already, she wasn't sure she could repay them in her lifetime.
But...today, she was visiting with another selfish request.
Nightingale let herself in (as was her habit to do), and started looking around for Triage. Even if she only found Silk, she could at least wait for the other sister.
"Miss Triage? Are you here...?"
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