do you know how greatly this pleases me

watarou-desiderus  asked:

I noticed with A Fatal Error instead of telling a story straight in progression you often jump from one point in a story to another then return to something that correlates with that scene currently happening. Which I must say is genious. You give the story more suspense and energy just by doing that and I gotta say it's mesmerizing to see it so greatly pulled off. My question is what inspired you to do that? How'd you come up with a story structure like that. Its Very interesting and I love it!

Oh my gosh, just, thank you, oh wow what a compliment!! ^///^ It makes me extremely pleased to know you think it’s being pulled off well! I’ll be honest, some days I feel more anxious about it than others, but seeing people respond in a way that I was either hoping for or that exceeded my expectations really keeps my morale up. :’)

I’ve always been a fan of non-linear storytelling (when it works, sometimes it just doesn’t or a more linear format just fits better) but I can definitely say that two of my favorite UT AU comics, Echotale by @yoralim and Handplates by @zarla-s, were what inspired me to commit to telling this story in the way that I am. I love how, in their stories, isolated events can have an exceptionally big impact on other aspects throughout the progression of the story. There’s not a wasted panel or page, all the little details seem purposeful but effortlessly integrated, and all the separate pieces -no matter when they’re introduced- line up seamlessly. Even all the fun and lighthearted bits and extras can lead into a better insight to the main story!

I just appreciate how they didn’t only develop a story, but an experience as well. And that’s what I’m aiming for, too :)

The Sirens’ Song

summary: it’s a pirate’s life for Washington and the crew, who run one of the most highly-feared pirate ships on the ocean. Struck by a recent tragedy and a new recruit they navigate the seas in an attempt to continue what they do best: pirating. When they are faced with the impossible task of choosing between loyalty to the crew and finding again what they once lost, will they make the right choice?  

words: 3,068

a/n: hey, everyone! I had this wild idea for a PIRATE/MERMAID AU so here I am because, of course, I have nothing better to do than start another series, right (yikes)?? Anyways, I am pretty happy with how chapter one turned out and I’m pretty pumped about it! Please let me know what you think, feedback would be greatly appreciated, and if you liked it, be sure to reblog so other people can read TSS too! :) 

tags: if you want to be tagged in upcoming chapters, shoot me an ask!

dedication: @sinmineral for helping me write this at 4AM last night lmfao thx my dude

The wind roars as the waves whip across the ship and soak the deck in a freezing, salty spray. The crew slides into the masts, frantically pulling at riggings and trying to navigate the ship around the storm.

“Someone needs to tend to the port-side mast! NOW!”

“On it, Captain!”

The crew is like a well-oiled machine. We trust our captain and obey orders without question. There is hardly an opportunity to panic because we synchronize so well.

The water begins to calm as we sail forward, the boat rocking back and forth dangerously fast over the remaining waves.

“Ahh,” the captain sighs with a small smile, letting go of the rigging that controls the largest sail. “Well done, everyone. It seems we’ve seen the worst of it for now.”

The crew and I give a small cheer, but we do not get too hasty—we still are not completely free of the bumpy waters.

“Should be smooth sailing from here on out, Captain Washington,” the lookout calls from the crow’s nest, putting away a spyglass.

Keep reading


Here’s the finished product: Lady Allura Vysoren from Critical Role!

It’s been a challenge, but I could not be happier with how it turned out : D. That being said, I’m all set for Anime Nebraskon next weekend. If you’re going to be there please come say hi!

Also a thank you to @qunaributts. I know we’ve never spoken, but seeing your progress photos of your Vex cosplay and how well yours turned out, it motivated me to do the best I could do on mine. I wish you all the best on your future projects!

Now I’m inspired to make my own post

If You are a Young artists just starting out please read this:

  • Practice, all the time, everyday
  • take Breaks
  • stretch good
  • Don’t compare yourself to others, no body is born knowing how to draw, and that shit will fuck you up
  • Use tutorials if you need help, or ask another artist
  • don’t be afraid to get criticized
  • Use references, trust me, it helps ALLOT.
  • Do not shade using black and white
  • Learn color theory
  • Learning proper anatomy will seriously help you in the long run. I know anime seems like the easiest but seriously, as someone who has suffered greatly from starting stylized, PLEASE learn anatomy first.
  • lineart is hard, it’s okay if it’s sketchy
  • don’t expect perfection on the first go
  • DO NOT trace someone else’s work. I don’t care if you think you won’t get caught, DO NOT DO IT. It’s stealing.
Savor (Ladybug Fanfiction)

(Okay, so this is my little contribution to the Ladybug community. Please let me know what you think and if you guys have any critiques on what I did well or how I could improve my writing I would greatly appreciate it. Thank you for taking the time to read this!)

Fandom: Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

Pairing: Ladynoir

Rating: General Audience

Disclaimer: I do not own “Miraculous” or any of the characters.

Summary: Ladybug allows Chat to learn insignificant details about her. Chat Noir savors every bit.

Finally. After a whole year of fighting side by side and strengthening their bond of trust, Chat Noir, the bearer of cat-astrophic bad luck, was finally able to proclaim his greatest wish to his lady. Finally.

           “My Lady?” The alley cat began, toying with his leather faux tail. He winced at how shy he sounded compared to his usual displays of confidence and exuberance. But who could blame him? This wasn’t easy to bring up. Especially when it’s so near and dear to his heart.

           Ladybug, the luminous object of his heart, perks her head at the sound of his uncharacteristically timid voice. This was definitely weird. Even on Chat’s scale.

           He took in a deep breath and shut his eyes tight, bracing for yet another rejection.

           “You don’t have to tell me your identity! Just please let me know you!” The black cat, face ablaze, was ready to spring away from his perch on the Eiffel Tower and leap back home and hide.

           “Why?” Ladybug asks, quirking a perfect eyebrow and wearing a shaky smile. Cleary she was still weary of Chat trying to unmask her. If she accidentally revealed something significant, then it would be goodbye secrets and security. Not only that, but if an enemy was listening in, they might use that information against the duo. It wasn’t like Ladybug didn’t trust Chat. She just didn’t trust herself.

           But how many more rejections can he take? His heart is so full of love and admiration for his lady. All he wants is a chance to bring her closer to him even though she tries to pull away from him. Is that too much for this cat to ask for?

           “I…” Chat begins, tugging the end of his “tail” harder and clenching his teeth. “I just want to understand you Ladybug.” He keeps his head down so that he couldn’t see her expression and continued. “Like I said. You don’t have to tell me who you are. But…” He gulps and shudders. “I want to know the things that you like, don’t like, and even what you think about when there aren’t any akumas around.”

           Chat dared to bring his head back up and stare at the enchanting lights of Paris. Perhaps focusing on the city of love will give him courage to try and make his love understand.

           “For a long time, we’ve been at a distance from each other even though we fight side by side.” He went on when Ladybug didn’t speak. “I don’t really care too much about being Paris’s favorite hero. All I really want is someone to understand me and care about me as a person. And that’s what you’ve done for me.”

           The alley cat finally turns to look at his partner, noting the wide-eyed look that she gave him.

           “Now I want to do the same for you. Even if it’s just a little bit.” Chat finished with a little smile. “I want to know you. Not just as an image or idea. But as a person. A friend.”

           The two of them were silent for a few minutes. Chat turned back to Paris’s lights and waited patiently for Ladybug to think about his proposal. As he waited, he braced his heart for what he felt like was an inevitable rejection.

           In all honesty, whether or not Ladybug agreed to his idea, he would still love her and be by her side. They’ve gone through too much together for them to just split up because of something like this. Not only that, but they really do need each other in this battle.

           Chat Noir needed his lady to help him clean up the mess that he made with his bad luck. He also needed someone to remind him how having bad luck can be good luck in and of itself. It was almost like he was a walking example of hope. No matter how many times his luck may work against him, Chat still gets up and faces the day. He still gets up and tries.

           Ladybug, with all of her good luck, needed Chat’s bad luck to help her grow and learn as a person and as a hero. If she never made a mistake, then what was the point of her even trying anymore? In anything? And who else would be there to remind her that she wasn’t alone and that she didn’t have to shoulder the safety of Paris on her small shoulders?

           The spotted heroine mulls on this idea and sighs. That cat was probably her best friend, aside from Alya of course. Who else is there who could understand the stress and responsibilities of protecting your home and loved ones? And it wasn’t like Chat was ordering her to detransform and reveal herself. After all this time, Chat never forced her to do anything that she wasn’t uncomfortable with and he hardly (or actually never) asked for anything from her in return.

           It was the least that she could do for her friend.

           “I really like the color pink.” Ladybug began, grinning when her partner’s head shot back towards her with wide attentive eyes. “I also like deep royal blues, reds, as well.”

           Ladybug continued to grin as she stood up and readied her yoyo. The sun was beginning to rise and it was time for her to go home. Thank goodness it wasn’t a school night.

           “I also like the color green.” She said with a gentle smile, remembering her dear Adrien’s verdant eyes. Flicking her yoyo out with an expert hand, Ladybug began her race back home.

           Chat Noir was never happier. He felt blessed to finally make a small breakthrough with the love of his heart. And never had he felt luckier to have green eyes.


           Over the next month, Adrien learned that Ladybug liked sugar cookies, the smell of mint (remembered to have at least one mint a day), and that she didn’t like fish (they agreed to disagree). He also learned that she liked to sit by the Seine and sort out her thoughts. He noted to stop by there every now and then so that he could feel closer to his lady and imagine meeting her there when they weren’t wearing their masks. Adrien also liked to imagine that he would be able to pick her out in the crowd that gathered around there.

           Adrien felt like he was finally making a silver lining in spite of his bad luck. He was making a connection to the one person he wanted to be closest to. At school, people would notice how gentle his smiles have become when he was alone and in his thoughts. The photographers have noted how an aura of calmness and sheet happiness made his modeling more sincere and lifelike compared to his previous stiffness.

           It was like Adrien was a new person. Someone who was becoming better with each little detail he found about his lady. Even patrol time, which was already wonderful due to the sheer fact that he could spend time with his love, became even more enjoyable.


           “Adrien. You’ve got to stop.” Plagg said with droopy ears. “You’re going to get hurt if this keeps up.”

           Adrien, tugging on his nightshirt (which was decorated with a little ladybug over his heart), frowns at his kwami. He shakes his head as he climbs into bed, Plagg gliding over to sit on his bedpost closest to Adrien’s head.

           “Why Plagg? I’m just getting closer to Ladybug.” He began, another gentle smile floating on his lips. “This is something I’ve always wanted. How can I get hurt?”

           Plagg shakes his head and bites his lip. This was unusual. Just like the time when Adrien asked Ladybug his question on the Eiffel Tower.

           “Listen. I’m only telling you this through experience.” His ears droop as his large green eyes close. “Every person who I have chosen to become a black cat, male and female, have always fallen victim to one thing: A broken heart.”

           That got Adrien’s attention.

           Plagg, sensing his companion’s gaze on him, continued.

           “It’s a constant cycle. Black cat finds his or her partner, becomes enraptured, then ensnared, and broken.” He shrugs. “I don’t know why. People I choose always fall in love with their respective partner. But the end is always the same.”

           Adrien bites his bottom lip and stares at his clenched fists in his lap.

           “So you’re saying that Ladybug is leading me to my doom or something? That the love I have for her is going to be my downfall?” He asks under his breath.

           “All I’m saying is that you need to stop before your heart gets broken like the rest of them have.” Plagg whispers as he floats up and lands on top of Adrien’s soft hair. “What if Ladybug is only allowing this because she wants to keep you as a friend? What if she’s already in love with someone else? What if an enemy uses your feelings for her against you?”

           What if. What if. What if.

           Those two words were spinning around in Adrien’s head and he began to feel sick.

           “The closer you hold her to your heart, the easier it will be for her to hurt you. Even if she doesn’t mean to.”  Plagg sighs. “This is my advice to you, as a friend: Stop trying to pursue a dream and look at what is right in front of you.”

           It would take a couple hours for Adrien to fall asleep. He didn’t want to surrender his love for his lady. She wasn’t a dream. She was, IS, real. Ladybug finally trusts him enough to divulge what she probably thought was insignificant. But to Adrien, her Chat Noir, they were everything. How can he “pursue” anyone or anything else when his heart has already been sealed away to HER?

           This is what he decided before he closed his eyes.

           Even if she broke his heart, fell in love with someone else, and even if the end result killed him or turned him into an akuma-ridden victim, Adrien knew that his heart would still be hers. He will savor every moment, every detail, until his dying day.


           “It is only a matter of time.” A low voice echoes in the spacious room filled with white glowing butterflies. “Don’t think that I’m blind to your affections for your partner, Chat Noir. And don’t think that I don’t know how the course of history for your past kin affect your present and future.”

           Hawk Moth, a dark smirk and self-satisfied glow in his eyes, gazes out his window towards the Parisian skyline.

           “Whether it will be your broken heart or Ladybug’s guilt, one of you will come to me. And when that day comes, I will be ready. Waiting for you with open arms.”

           A dark butterfly flits through the window opening and lands in its master’s waiting hand, sending a report of its mission in tailing the lucky duo throughout their patrol. Hawk Moth’s smirk grew and his heart swelled with hope. His dream would soon be realized while theirs will be broken.

           “Yes. All in good time.”

           The room fades to black as the windows close and the butterflies disperse.

If you’re feeling alone and hopeless, that you’re at the end of your rope and you don’t think you can go on anymore...

You are loved and you are a big part of the lives of so many people, even if you don’t think so. Your loss would be a huge one and you would be greatly missed.

Please hang in there, friend. I know you can do it. You’ve made it this far, so how about we make it one more day, together. Can you do that for me?

Attack on Titan online panel (cosplayers needed)

On Monday (July 13th, 2015) at about 9:00PM (EST) I’d love to be able to host an online aot panel via Google Hangouts, but for that I need cosplayers.

About the panel:

All cosplayers will be in character 100% of the time. It will start at 9 and go for at least two hours. Audience members may watch and ask questions live via youtube, though there is about a 30 second delay.

How to participate:

Message me with what character you’d like to cosplay (pictures will help greatly). If someone else has already taken that character spot, I’ll let you know.

Needed to participate:

Internet connection and a way to use Google hangout (Google account, etc)

Preferably 16 years or older

Your cosplay and the time/place to do this


Levi (me; taken)

Eren ( humanities-most-sexiest ; taken)

Armin ( agentsoflame ; taken)

Mikasa ( megame-sama ; taken)







Anyone else I’ve forgotten–please message me if youre interested in participating! As for audience members, I’ll be posting the link as it happens :)