after a three year detour to the community college from hell (which was only supposed to be two years but i got screwed over), i am happy to say i am officially DONE as of today 🍾🍾🍾 and last week i got accepted to the university i want to transfer to, so hopefully this is the beginning of a better chapter of my life
I went through all my photos looking for pics of my Artist Alley tables over the years, figured I’d share a bunch of them!
I started off in 2012 at a dinky lil anime convention my old high school holds and didn’t even have a proper way to display prints yet, just kinda laid everything on the table. My first big convention was Animethon that same year, I don’t have photos but I also didn’t have a real display for that one yet and I’m shocked looking back at how well I profited then haha… I think I got the first pole display at Edmonton Expo, but I couldn’t find any pictures from most of 2012-2013.
It’s neat seeing how much my art, products, and display have changed over the years! There’s still so much I’m working on improving *o* I’ve been doing conventions for 5 years now and sometimes I absolutely hate em’ but I wouldn’t be able to pay the bills without them lol. I’ve done exclusively Alberta conventions this whole time, but I might look into hitting up some of the big ones in Vancouver one day!
(Most of these tables were shared with @vaahlkult too so some of the art shown is hers!)
Cat Noir froze as a pink flash
filled the alley, and before he had the sense to look away, Cat Noir was
staring in shock at Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The hair ribbon he’d attempted to
return to his partner fluttered to the ground as his jaw dropped.
She flinched, “Um, I guess
there’s no point in pretending I’m not Ladybug now, is there?”
He took a moment to just breathe.
In and out, he reminded himself silently. This was fine. This wasn’t a big
deal. This didn’t have to be a big deal. “You’re Ladybug.”
She nodded hesitantly, fiddling
with the strap of her purse as her kwami settled on her shoulder.
He exhaled slowly,
“Wow…” Somehow, everything he couldn’t fit into words, all the
shock, the wonder, the confusion, the absolute elation of finally knowing, all
condensed into that one small syllable.
She relaxed when their eyes met.
She must have seen the way he was smiling at her, maybe even recognized the
blush staining his cheeks, because she smiled, too, and he could almost swear
his heart forgot how to function when he saw that.
Ladybug. She’s Ladybug, he thought
to himself, all nerves and insecurity in the face of his friend, his partner,
and his crush all wrapped up in one beautiful person.
He took a deep breath, “Milady.
She cut him off with a finger to
his lips, “Wait, Cat… We can at least keep your identity secret, right? You shouldn’t tell me.”
He paused as she lowered her hand,
and he swallowed an instinctive protest, “But… That’s not fair to
She chuckled, “I think I’ll
But, she was already leaving,
“Sorry, I have to get home for dinner. We… we’ll talk about this later,
Cat.” She smiled and waved as she ran past him, half of her hair loose and
the other half still tied into a ponytail. “Night!”
“N-night,” he murmured
softly, managing a wave as she rushed by. His transformation vanished the
second she rounded the corner, and he sank back against the wall,
Plagg snickered, “What? I
thought you wanted to find out who Ladybug was.”
“Not like this,”
Adrien whined, running a shaky hand through his hair.
“Not enough candlelight,
Romeo?” Plagg teased, hovering at eye level.
“We were supposed to find out
together.” Adrien murmured, “And…and it’s Marinette!”
he groaned in frustration, “How am I supposed to talk to her
“Same as always.” Plagg
answered with a shrug, “Now, where’s my Camembert?”