Doodle!

[kissejoms.livejournal.com]

I'm studying chinese for all I'm worth tonight.
I took a ten-twenty minute break however and doodled some random jooster action! Whee~





I wish I had a story behind this >:I!

Oh and when I get the time to, I'd love to make a short Visual Novel (knietic or interactive) with these two. It would be awesome.
But now back to the chinese textbook ;_;... Zaijian!

Comments

[kissejoms.livejournal.com]

Oh gosh.
I am so flexible I almost hoped you wouldn't ask! haha.

Clingy girls and/or angry aunts make for fun sprites and some variation, so I'd prefer having at least one of a couple of female characters making appearances. Other than that I guess anything goes, as long as it's fun and cute and has some jooster fluff! Oh, and sticking to the canon setting would be nice. Nothing wrong with AU, but I have been longing to draw some "familiar" places and faces c:!

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

How about Jeeves and the Auntly Brawl (http://archiveofourown.org/works/572563)? Aunts, Beazels, bluebottles and Drones...

[kissejoms.livejournal.com]

"Jeeves and the Auntly Brawl" has got plenty of characters, plenty of action, and more than one POV which is perfect! It would be great however if you could write a (short-ish)summary of the previous chapter so that it gets easier for new readers to follow what's happening. I'd like to display the summary first thing.

I will start working on the programming right away tomorrow! It's always best to get the technical stuff down first. I'll also look for fitting royalty free sound effects & tunes. I'll message you updates :)!

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Here's Bertie's take on it:

Three weeks had passed since Bertram had visited Brinkley Court. The wrist had been broken and Aunt Dahlia told Jeeves she was dying and paid him some immense sum to stay with me. Bally awful. The wrist still ached dreadfully, and no word had been had from the aged r. Uncle Tom said she seemed calmer at the New Year and that likely she would see Wooster in another week or two. All-in-all not the most oofa-cum-spiff situation.

And then there was Jeeves. He’d been dashed tender and affectionate, staying in the bed with the young master for some days, but left off after I’d slept through the night. I’d been trying to build up the nerve to speak to him about it, but the wrist had been bally aching and the very night I’d started in, Mabel Biffen stopped by and interrupted us. Jeeves had poured me a soothing mixture and Bertram had bedded down, hopeful of having some peace to speak to him the next morning.