Inception Big Bang art: House of paper
Feb. 25th, 2011 08:41 pmTitle: House of Paper
Artist:
loobeeinthesky
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Eames, Arthur and Ariadne.
Summary: "Getting dragged in by the FBI is not exactly the way Eames had planned on spending the weekend. He's even less amused when it turns out that Arthur's the reason for it. However, he had never been able to say no to this particular pair of doe eyes. And with the mind of a psychopathic serial killer as the playground and the FBI breathing down their necks Arthur and Ariadne really need all the help they can get ..."
EDIT: The wonderful
rei17 has finally started to post the story so head on over to this link here ♥
AN: I feel so sad having to post this without her but I want to thank
rei17 for being an absolute delight to work with. For putting up with me mid art block, and for letting me nag her for new chapters when she was having such a stressful time writing. Sadly she didn't find the time to finish for the deadline, but I hope we all get to see what she wrote soon, as I enyoyed what snippets she gave me so much. Thank you so much hun, and I hope I did your story proud. Tried to do something a bit different than I normaly do, so forgive me for experimenting with colours (or lack of)
Cover:
“And just for a job you needed the FBI to drag me here,” he states slowly. “In handcuffs. Seriously? When did it go out of fashion to just give people a fucking call?”
There is a sudden weight on his back. Arthur has latched onto him.
For a moment Eames thinks he’s trying to hold him back, but Arthur is too good at his shit to assume that. He knows how guys look who are ready to attack.
He doesn’t let go though.
So when Arthur turns around he’s not actually surprised there’s a young girl sitting next to him in the passenger seat, competently handling a gun. It’s all kinds of wrong and horrible disturbing nevertheless.
“We wouldn’t want him to think I’m just happy to see him, right?” she says and hides it in the glove box.
“Right.”
His heart beats frantically in his chest. Eames’ face is so close that Arthur can see the tiniest hint of freckles dusted over his nose and the green spots in his grey eyes. Eames’ breath ghosts softly over his lips and Arthur shudders. His breath catches in his throat.
None of his earlier projections of Eames ever …
A hand seizes her wrist and she screams.
It’s a pale, white, tiny hand, but the pink nails are digging in her tender flesh and it hurts, God damnit, it hurts.
Arthur sits on the ground, back to the wall. His head is lowered and he looks pale and almost boneless, like a ragdoll that’s slumped on the ground after somebody threw it carelessly against the wall. His shirt is bloodstained and Eames’ heart skips a forceful beat.
Artist:
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Eames, Arthur and Ariadne.
Summary: "Getting dragged in by the FBI is not exactly the way Eames had planned on spending the weekend. He's even less amused when it turns out that Arthur's the reason for it. However, he had never been able to say no to this particular pair of doe eyes. And with the mind of a psychopathic serial killer as the playground and the FBI breathing down their necks Arthur and Ariadne really need all the help they can get ..."
EDIT: The wonderful
AN: I feel so sad having to post this without her but I want to thank
Cover:
“And just for a job you needed the FBI to drag me here,” he states slowly. “In handcuffs. Seriously? When did it go out of fashion to just give people a fucking call?”
There is a sudden weight on his back. Arthur has latched onto him.
For a moment Eames thinks he’s trying to hold him back, but Arthur is too good at his shit to assume that. He knows how guys look who are ready to attack.
He doesn’t let go though.
So when Arthur turns around he’s not actually surprised there’s a young girl sitting next to him in the passenger seat, competently handling a gun. It’s all kinds of wrong and horrible disturbing nevertheless.
“We wouldn’t want him to think I’m just happy to see him, right?” she says and hides it in the glove box.
“Right.”
His heart beats frantically in his chest. Eames’ face is so close that Arthur can see the tiniest hint of freckles dusted over his nose and the green spots in his grey eyes. Eames’ breath ghosts softly over his lips and Arthur shudders. His breath catches in his throat.
None of his earlier projections of Eames ever …
A hand seizes her wrist and she screams.
It’s a pale, white, tiny hand, but the pink nails are digging in her tender flesh and it hurts, God damnit, it hurts.
Arthur sits on the ground, back to the wall. His head is lowered and he looks pale and almost boneless, like a ragdoll that’s slumped on the ground after somebody threw it carelessly against the wall. His shirt is bloodstained and Eames’ heart skips a forceful beat.
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on 2011-02-25 09:03 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-02-25 09:04 pm (UTC)I could stare at it forever and ever and ever and then one more day.
I can't even decide on a favorite picture because I love them all so damn much!
I actually started to like my own story for the first time whenever you turned parts of it into art.(Maybe because somehow Arthur and Eames never look as hot as they do when you draw them.)
And I absolutely adore your picture of Ariadne (and spent ten minutes straight starring at her pretty little ass in that jeans *coughs*)!! You absolutely need to draw women more often!
Thank you so much.
I can't even tell you how lucky I've been to get you as my artist. *hugs*
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on 2011-02-25 09:05 pm (UTC)The pic with Arthur latched on to Eames is plain marvelous, and the one of Eames with a knife is like ♥_________♥ God, look at the placement of the hands, the holster, the chain on Eames's belt, their faces! Perfect. So weird and romantic.
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ARTHUR IN THE LAST ONE?! Ouch, even just his pose makes me go, "omgomgomg."
So very evocative and your use of color and pattern is beyond stunning. Your poses take my breath away. FUCK, your art's absolutely breathtaking.
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on 2011-02-25 09:08 pm (UTC)♥
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on 2011-02-25 09:12 pm (UTC)These are so gorgeous I can't even. No seriously. I love it, so much, the reds are so stark against the black and the COVER, good GOD THE COVER. I love it.
I love it, I love it, I LOVE IT. I'm sorry I can't say anything more poignant than this generic comment but please don't think that means I'm any less sincere about it. ♥
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on 2011-02-25 09:13 pm (UTC)I'll try my best to kick
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on 2011-02-25 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2011-02-25 09:29 pm (UTC)Your drawings are s-so LIVELY *~*
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on 2011-02-25 09:37 pm (UTC)*blinks*
Every single one of these is astounding. I can't stop staring O_O
I'm doing the LoM Big Bang this year and I can only dream of producing something half as good as these. Seriously, I'm in awe! <3
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on 2011-02-25 09:43 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-02-25 09:56 pm (UTC)Awsome! *o*
I love you, the pictures are totally amazing!
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on 2011-02-25 09:57 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-02-25 10:24 pm (UTC)And, looking at all that, I'd read that story.
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on 2011-02-25 11:51 pm (UTC)In conclusion: ♥♥♥
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on 2011-02-26 12:29 am (UTC)I totally love all of these. The black and white look with just a dash of colour works brilliantly, just fantastastic art all around.
Will we get to read the story at one point? *hopeful*
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on 2011-02-26 01:54 am (UTC)(I hope you don't mind that I'm friending you.)
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on 2011-02-26 04:01 am (UTC)I cannot wait to read the completed story; the snippets are so enticing! For now, I'll just stare happily at the pretty artwork. :)