ART: Fundoshi Swim Club

He strolled toward a line of festive banners rippling on a line above the cliff wall. Jacques smirked when he recognized the shameless display. His own green fundoshi hung among the rest. Lifting his coffee cup, he toasted the freshly-painted sign—FUNDOSHI SWIM CLUB.

Lord Mettlebright’s Man
Ch151: “Morning Meander”

Fundoshi Swim Club | FoxOfTwilight

#Inktober2020

Are you ready? If you’ve been hanging about long enough, you might recall that Lord Mettlebright’s Man got its start with the prompts for #Inktober2018. I also treated you to a whole month of Jackie during #Inktober2019, and (yay!) we’ll be back to daily chapters, beginning tomorrow. Here are the prompts:

If it’s been a while since you reread LMM, I suggest you take it from the top. Jacques Smythe’s story begins here >>

Photo Challenge

Button Splosion. Another quick nudge (because I really, really should get back to writing) toward the ongoing photo challenge. So many more entries came in this week, and I love your creativity. I’m always delighted when you pose my books with pets, and we’re about even … cats vs. dogs. Will you be entering? Hope so. There’s time! Pretty, pretty prizes (there will be a drawing) were revealed on this post >>

Governed by Whimsy, button collection

YOU HAVE TWO MONTHS!
MORE LIKE 1 WEEK
June 20 – August 20

  • Send me a link to your #bookstagram or blog post, pins, or pic-spam.
  • Tweet your pics using @ForthWrites, and I’ll retweet.
  • Email me your snapshots or leave them here in comments.
  • *DO* notify me via email. Unlike Hisoka-sensei, 4thy isn’t quite omniscient.

always.forthright@gmail.com

P.S. I snapped this pic. ::twinkle::

LMM 160: Idle Hands

Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the one with time on his hands.

160
Idle Hands

“One other thing, then,” warned Jacques. “He is bored.”

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