sorry for the long and sappy letter

Issue 6 of Giant Days is out this week!
There are still more issues to look forward to, but this marks my last issue as artist. The decision to step down was mine, and it was not made easily. Working on this book was such a rewarding experience! Everyone i worked with was AMAZING, and response to the book has been so incredibly positive. I’m so, SO appreciative of everyone who’s read it, talked about it, given it a passing glance on a shelf, shared breathing space with it, everything. I’ve learned and grown so much as an artist working on this book. Comics are in my blood now so look for plenty more from me in the future :)

When I signed on to draw this book, it was planned as a six issue run. I work a full-time day job as a board artist, and i knew that drawing a comic is a job in and of itself, but it was something i’d always wanted to do and i’m such a big fan of John’s so i couldn’t say no.

All told i spent about 8 months drawing six issues. When the series got extended and i was asked to stay on, I had to take a really hard look at the reality of another 8 months working a boarding job during the day and giving my nights and weekends to comics. Working two jobs was starting to take it’s toll, and i had to be honest about the level of burnout i was feeling, and the effect it would have on my ability to do either job well.
I have so much love, blood, sweat and tears in Giant Days, and that made passing the torch incredibly difficult (plus, who wants to pick up a bloody, sweaty, salty torch?), but i know it was the right thing to do. I’m still drawing the covers for the next six issues, so i feel like it’s not really goodbye. I’m looking forward to watching the story unfold as a reader, and i dearly hope that if you’ve been enjoying the series so far that you continue to enjoy it with me!
And if you have yet to pick the books up, there’s a whole lot of Giant Days out there for you to enjoy :)

I’m getting all misty eyed.

I’ve got to end with thank yous. Biggest thanks of course to John for plucking me from relative obscurity and bringing me along for the ride. He’s the only comics collaborator i’ve worked with so i don’t have much to compare to, but i’m pretty sure he’s the best collaborator on the planet. Sorry everyone, i got the best one! Thanks to Shannon and Jasmine for holding my hand and helping me feel out the back end of the comics world, and for generally being super awesome humans. Thanks to Whitney for taking my scribbles and making them beautiful with color, to Jim for his brilliant lettering, and to Kara for making it all look good! And of course thanks to Boom! for supporting us.
TEAM GIANT DAYS FOREVER

Open When you want to hear how I fell in love with you(but it’s mostly just me rambling)

El,

        LAME ALERT. this letter is gonna be pretty sappy and if you’re gonna make fun of me for it you can go suck a butt. but i think this is a cute idea for a letter and you were obviously intrigued enough to open it, so that makes you pretty lame too, sorry bout it. anyways, you’ve heard all of this before, i’m positive, but here’s the story of how i fell in love with you.

         at cajun connection i remember looking at you (i didn’t even realize it was you until a long time after) with zach talking about how you were the cutest one in the class. but i knew i wasn’t going to say anything to you and you probably wouldn’t even look at me, so i kept swiping through tinder. but later when we went outside for that huge group picture that took way too long (and that it was too fucking hot for too) i remember seeing you and looking at you for a little bit until we made eye contact and i felt awkward and looked away. 

         and as time went by i started to bump into you more and more, hoping you weren’t actually Wham-Guy from the gay bar, and i eventually learned your name. i would get kind of excited when you were outside smoking a joe at the same time, just because you were cute. i’ll never forget sitting outside at our table with you and zach and some other people and zach texted me telling me that you were OBVIOUSLY into me by the way you kept looking at me, and i kept denying it and saying it was impossible. but every now and then i’d catch you looking at me, and i swear to god elliott, you’re the most attractive man i’ve ever seen. just catching you looking at me would make me smile and blush.

        we caught up with you during honors seminar and started talking astrology, and to be honest i was judging you based on your sign, but of course i love virgos. afterwards got a little worried that zach had a lot more game than i did. he got your number and i was JEALOUS. but you definitely made up for it when you asked zach for my number later on. he sent me a screenshot of you asking for my number and calling me beautiful, and i was geeking out in my room. 

       i know at first when we started hanging out at the parking garage you must have thought i was weird and annoying because it was mostly just me and zach talking, but i couldn’t stop thinking about you while we were up there. i always sat there worried that maybe i was reading everything wrong and that this was a very bad idea. but of course, it all worked out like it should. 

       okay so now i kinda wanna jump ahead because this story is how i fell in love with you and i’ve just kind of been going on and on about how we met. but the point of all that was just to let you know that you’ve been special to me since day one, and absolutely every part of our lame story made me fall in love with you. i could go on and keep telling my side of this story, but you know the ending. i fell deeply in love with you. you never fail to make me feel special. and i have never felt so beautiful as when you tell me, or even just look at me with those eyes. i can’t thank you enough for how amazing you’ve been to me. i couldn’t have picked a better love of my life if i wanted to. you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.


i love you beyond words


rachel

celeritassagittae  asked:

20 and 23 for your Warden Babies?

Alright!  I finally did this!  Honestly, this took so long because I was trying to figure out how the heck my characters would react to getting sick once they were in the Wardens. I’m sorry for the delay!  So here we go!


20. their reaction to a mystery love letter  (See, this one is potentially hilarious, because it entirely depends on what the love letter says; like is it sappy and over the top?  Is it serious and understated?  Assuming it’s genuine either way, I think there might be different reactions depending on the manner of expression.)

Ila: Ila remembered once teasing Shianni for being the recipient of a visiting elf’s affections when they were young.  He would leave little notes in places Shianni often visited, and Shianni would groan and tear them up and declare that she “wasn’t that kind of girl!”  Meanwhile Ila would smile and shake her head, amused by the whole thing.  She never would have guessed that one day it would be her on the receiving end of such a letter.  In truth, she was flattered but ultimately unmoved.  She wasn’t looking for that kind of romantic attachment, and didn’t feel ready for it besides.  Not after everything that had happened in the alienage, at Ostagar, and every place else since.  

The one thing she feared, though, was that it had been written by one of her companions and was a genuine expression of their feelings, in which case she would have to disappoint them because she had no romantic feelings for any of her companions. But the last thing she wanted to do was hurt anyone.

She ended up keeping the letter, but ignored it, hoping that perhaps avoiding the acknowledgement of its existence might gently dissuade her admirer from further pursuing her.

Tristan: “What the hell is this for?  Wiping my ass?”  It was… sweet?  He supposed? A little more like those over-dramatic nobles back in Orzammar for his taste, always sending love notes to each other about how much they “burned when they were apart” or whatever the sodding hell. The words were poetic and nice, but Tristan preferred things to be simple.  There was meaning in the simple, and those love letters were all about being fancy and complicated.  

Tristan ended up keeping the letter, however, and though he never figured out who sent it (or really cared to find out), he came to appreciate it even in its somewhat extravagant (by his standards) expression.  He did give it to Zevran for a dramatic reading once while he was drunk, though.

Aja: She blushed immediately and intensely upon reading the mystery letter’s contents.  She really shouldn’t have done this around the campfire, but it was warm, everyone was there, and she hadn’t expected the note to be something so… personal.  Her lips turned up into a small unconscious smile and she pressed the note to her lap, her gaze resting on her knees as she tried not to look over at Alistair.

Did he…?  Was he the one who…?  Aja spent the entirety of that evening before going to bed obsessively going over the language in the letter and analyzing the penmanship to try and find any hint as to the sender, and hoping that it might be one person in particular…

She kept the letter, and tucked it away safely amongst her things, guarding it as closely as if she were still in the Circle and likely to lose any personal effects to the templars. It became something she would occasionally pull out and read to herself on quiet evenings, and even weeks after first receiving it, she still felt a swell of warmth in her chest whenever she looked at it.

Gundhram: Gundhram had never been on the receiving end of a love letter in Orzammar because he’d never been particularly interested in conducting that kind of torrid affair.  Oh, he’d heard about them plenty, and often commiserated with peers who were agonizing over whether or not their lady love would accept their humble poetic offerings.  But for his own part, Gundhram had been content with less romantic attachments.

Unfortunately for whomever had penned the letter, Gundhram was ultimately… indifferent to it.  As a means of fostering a romantic relationship, it was a failure, as Gundhram had neither the time nor the interest in engaging in the elaborate dance of courtship.  Gundhram nevertheless kept the note, however, oddly soothed by it, though he never responded to it.  The sentiment in and of itself was… heartening, and it gave Gundhram a measure of contentment to know that such sentiment could still exist in a Blight-ridden world, and even amongst the grizzled and world-weary Grey Wardens.

Velyn: Velyn did not trust this odd letter.  It was clearly written by a shem (there was no way Ila was behind it, Velyn wasn’t stupid), and that alone was cause for concern. As soon as he read the letter one time, Velyn put it down and never touched it, though he didn’t let it out of his sight for fear that it might… do… something.  It made him nervous.  He didn’t know who’d written it, what if it was laced with poison that became an airborne toxin after a certain amount of time, or was enchanted to explode if he looked at it one time too many?

Worse still was the possibility that one of his fellows had written it.  If that were true, then it had to be a joke.  There was no way any of them would have written a love letter to him, of all the Wardens, and meant it.  

The poor love letter ended up alone and unappreciated in Velyn’s pack for a time until he rediscovered it and promptly cast it into a fire with a grimace of distaste.  The shemlens’ idea of love was odd.


Gazza (not a Warden, but why not): Gazza initially had some difficulty in believing the letter was real.  Someone had written a love letter to her?  Gazza blinked and read the letter over a second time.  It was… beautifully written and composed, like one of the old poems her mother had always enjoyed.  But… who had written it?  Gazza’s eyes subtly scanned each of her companions in turn.  Immediately, she knew who it wasn’t, and scratched them from her mental list.  In her mind she went through a checklist, and crossed even more names from it as she went.  Really, there was only one person she could think of who was even remotely likely of being the culprit.

The letter was kept safe in Gazza’s personal belongings, tucked away with important objects belonging to her family, as Gazza tried to be ladylike and appealing whenever Leliana was nearby, tried fluttering her eyelashes the way Leliana did so effortlessly, tried smiling a bit more to draw Leliana’s attention.  It was awkward and embarrassing, and Gazza was never completely sure if it was working, but thankfully she was stubborn, and if she turned out to be right about the letter, then the rewards would far outweigh the discomforts.


23. how they act when they’re sick: This one I’m doing in a different format than the previous one because I couldn’t think up tiny blurbs for each of them that encompassed how they would behave for illnesses in all situations.

Ila: If it was something relatively small and manageable on her own, Ila would attempt to self-medicate, and would almost certainly play it down. For the more serious illnesses, she would still probably try to downplay it because she doesn’t want to slow the group down.  If worst comes to worse, however, and the group needed to stop to allow her rest and time to recover, she would give in with minimal fuss because she knows that pushing herself past her limits is a surefire way to make things worse.

Tristan: Tristan actually rarely ever gets sick.  He’s quite hardy, but when he does succumb to some sort of illness, he ignores it.  He doesn’t even try to medicate himself, he just pretends there’s nothing wrong with his body.  Beraht never allowed him to take a day when he was ill, and he was the only example of an “employer” that Tristan ever had, so he took his cue from his time in the Carta. He expects the same rules to apply to the Wardens, and is surprised when the group slows down and insists he rest to allow himself time to recover because, to him, there’s nothing wrong enough with him to warrant that kind of treatment.

Aja: She gets embarrassed.  Almost always, whenever dealing with an illness, Aja will first attempt to heal it herself, preferably without anyone knowing about it.  If that doesn’t work, then she’ll try to hide it, pretending that everything’s fine until the illness finally causes her to collapse (and it most likely will, given her isolated upbringing in the controlled environment of the Circle; her immune system isn’t the best).  When that happens, she’ll sulk about having failed to heal the illness, and then needing to be babied (as she believes it to be) as she recovers.

Gundhram: Like Tristan, Gundhram has rarely ever gotten sick since becoming an adult, and also like Tristan, Gundhram will most likely ignore any illness he experiences unless it becomes impossible to ignore its effects on his body.  Eminently practical, Gundhram knows that ignoring illness when it progresses to a certain point is only damaging.  That being said, he also believes there should be a way to continue moving forward while also allowing oneself to heal.  And Gundhram has very different ideas from most about what “allowing oneself to heal” really means; very often, it’ll just mean walking at a slower pace and drinking/eating more of a certain substance.  Very rarely does it mean stopping to rest, and whenever anyone might suggest that, all they’ll get from Gundhram is a firm “It’s fine.”

Velyn: Velyn overcompensates when he’s ill.  As a warrior of the Dalish who prides himself on his skill and ability in combat or when hunting, Velyn always prefers his body to be in peak condition.  And he hates weakness; an illness would be a perfect physical manifestation of weakness in his mind.  So he would downplay it at first to keep the others from finding out, but if it got to the point where he couldn’t do that anymore, then it would just become a battle of wills between Velyn and the illness.  It wouldn’t matter what anyone else said, Velyn would still keep pushing against the symptoms the illness caused; he would push himself beyond what he normally pushed himself to solely because he wanted to prove that the “weakness” of his illness couldn’t win against him.  And then eventually, it would get to him, and he would collapse, and would need an equally stubborn personality to make sure he stayed still and got the rest he actually needed.

Gazza: Like Velyn, Gazza is stubborn, and used to hiding what she sees as her defects.  But in Gazza’s case, she had a family of persistent and stubborn people, all of whom cared about her, who often tag-teamed her if they found out that she was ill and trying to hide it.  Fergus was often the worst, and he would rat her out to their parents, which would lead to mother hen-ing from her mother, and stern looks of disapproval and concern from her father.  From those experiences, Gazza had learned to allow herself to be cared for, and though it still irks her and stings her pride a bit to submit herself to that kind of care – especially coming from someone with whom she wasn’t very familiar – she knew that it was ultimately the best way to conquer the illness and get her back to fighting form.

My Letter To EXO

I’ve stayed up real late these past few nights, listening to you guys sing instead of doing my schoolwork. I know, I’m not responsible. But hear me out.

I really want to thank you for being the soundtrack to my life. The songs that you sang, the good and the bad. The covers, the solos. Thank you so much for helping me create a mood, whether it was sad, happy, or incredibly sexy. Thank you for giving me all these great memories that I can look back on when I’m older, that I can smile thinking of it. Thank you for the amusement you provided me through variety shows and interviews, and of course EXO showtime. You made me laugh when nothing else could. And thank you for helping me find such amazing friends. Through your music, I was able to meet so many different people. We’ve giggled and bonded over our interests in you. 

I really wish and pray that you will be happy and healthy. You boys deserve more than enough happiness in this world. I guess this may seem pathetic that I am pouring out my feelings to people who I will probably never ever meet in my lifetime. I just hope you know how much you’ve changed my life from across the world.

There’s so much more to say, but I’m getting really sleepy. I’m sure you’d want me to finish my schoolwork tomorrow, right?

I LOVE YOU EXO!

Do you have any Hancock headcanons? Love your account by the way (:

Thank you very much, @casuallyneedy!! Sorry for such a long wait, btw..!

Hancock, when in love or has a huge crush, is as sappy as sappy can get. He’s a brave man but when it comes to love and the like, he rarely admits his feelings first. He’ll write love letters, poems, whatever to the person to either indirectly tell them how he feels or just to make the feel good. Even when the relationship starts he’ll still write to them.

Hancock has amazing penmanship, to the point it is considered calligraphy. Sometimes he even writes with quills when he feels like being fancy, or just don’t have any other thing to write with.

Ever since he found John Hancock’s outfit, he wanted to become a history buff. He wants to know everything, especially about how countries were founded and formed and war. His favorite wars to read up on is the American Civil War and WWII. His favorite thing he learned about WWII was the inflatable tanks, also known as the Ghost Army

Drugs are only used to enhance or diminish the feelings he wants or does not want. Candy and Sugar, though, is a must in his day-to-day life. Sugar Bombs, gum, chocolate, caramel, Nuka Cola, and many other stuff is eaten almost everyday.