So metrocon was, essentially, a dream come true. I probably (definitely) acted like a huge incoherent fanboy when i finally got to meet Jack, Kelly, Becky, Sasha, and Lauren. I was definitely not sly or smooth about bringing Jack coffee on Saturday. I am definitely a huge dork.
But either way, these people are so ridiculously kind, and talented, and very very gracious when people are speechless upon meeting them. Kelly chatting with me casually and Becky complimenting my cosplay and Jack fanning me when I was near-hyperventilating are some of the most surreal things that have ever happened to me. I have loved and been inspired by parle since I was thirteen and I am so glad that, six years later, I can finally say that I got to cross this off the bucket list.
If you don’t know already, the two lovely ladies embracing me in this picture are Kelly and Jenn from Parle Productions on Youtube. They come to Metrocon every year, though I’ve never actually had the chance to meet them; and this year, I wanted to change that.
I couldn’t spot Kelly at first, though I did see Jenn, and my friends had to literally shove me at her because I was too scared to even speak. Intimidated, I managed to utter out a small hi–and then, wordlessly and understandingly, she hugged me. I swear, I nearly fainted. Anyway, I told her how much of an inspiration she is to me, and how she and Kelly and the rest of Parle really keep me going, and she enveloped me in this almost crushing hug (which I didn’t mind at all). After that, I got a picture with her and went back to my friends.
And then I started to sob.
My friends didn’t understand why I’d become so emotional all of a sudden, and somehow, I was ale to convey that I’d never met them in person before; and then I turned to one friend and proceeded to cry into her shirt.
Then, my second friend, without me knowing, goes over to Kelly. He tells her that I’m pretty much emotionally compromised because of all of this, and she comes running over and stands so close to me that when I realized it was her, I very nearly screamed. She hugged me tightly and told me that it was alright, and for a few moments, she just stood there with me. Once I could speak clearly again, I told her exactly what I’d told Jenn, and she promptly ushered me over to her–and what you see in the pictures happened.
I swear, Jenn and Kelly are absolutely wonderful, both to their fans and as people in general. They showed me such kindness, such understanding, and such love that I’m tearing up as I think about this. Jenn and Kelly, if you ever read this, I want you to know that you made me so unbelievably happy, and that your kind words were not lost on me. I’ll remember this for a long, long time.
Oh, and thank you.
Also, the entirety of Parle Productions touched my face, but that’s a story for another day.
I’ve had the urge to doodle this ever since I saw @flamboyantwreck‘s Dorian Time episodes pop up on my dash and on Parle’s YouTube. Which I happen to enjoy very much.
This image was inspired specifically by a part from Chapter 2 (quoted below):
“I think, if I were Inquisitor, the crime rate would go down. Do you know why? Because I would enforce much stricter punishments.”
“What’s that? You… You blew up the Chantry?! Ten years in plaideweave!”
Glorious. Truely glorious and I immediately thought of a certain feathered apostate and decided to doodle this monstrosity of an image. Ugh… plaidweave is indeed a horrendous pattern. Oh well, Anders, it’s only 10 years. Fwah, fwah, fwah ;P
(Suppose it’s a little gift-doodle for Jack… I guess.)