Done for Inktober a few years ago—the prompt was “Fancy,” and the fanciest thing I could think of was a posh woman wearing an elaborate Elizabethan dress in an ornate picture frame. The whole thing got a little out of hand the more stuff I added, and it eventually became evident that “fancy,” in my mind, apparently translates to: “details. Lots of details. ALL. THE. DETAILS.”

Also, my wrist died. Send help.