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“Lady Tilda and the Dragon”

Or “Mom Knight” which is what I kept calling it for most of the time I worked on this. This was my story for Valor, a fairy tale anthology I was in last year! It’s a really great book, and I’m so glad I got to be a part of it. You can purchase a copy here.

May I present to you: Character Development

Unmute !

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

“Grief is Weird”

(these are too long for tumblr to not compress the hell out of, so here’s some offsite links)

Here’s some comics I did about dealing with the death of my mom. I drew all of these at the time, and don’t really have any Message, they’re just my feelings. 

if you're stuck on a chapter there are a few reasons:

-your set up to the scene you're writing is not working. go back and check it

-you are not in the right POV. think about who would be the most interesting or the most entertaining or the most informative in that scene, depending on what impact you want the scene to have

-you're at the beginning of the chapter and the words aren't coming to you even though you have it planned out already? the solution is simple: you don't like what you have planned out as much as you think you do. do not force it

-solution to a lot of problems comes from a single question I ask myself: Do I choose the kind option, or the mean option? (Your readers will eat up either one)

-You find the dialogue lacking? Act it out

-Your scene feels boring or something just "ain't right" but you can't tell what it is? Try making yourself feel the emotion you want your readers to feel. If you didn't cry while writing a scene meant to make your readers bawl their eyes out, then you might not have connected to your character as well as you wanted to. Put yourself in their shoes, pretend you ARE them.

(And afterwards, please practice putting yourself back in your own shoes and taking care of your mental health. Sometimes the fucked up stuff might get to you. Healthy minds create healthy lives, and in turn, you get to keep creating.)

-Your environment might be bothering you. Take a look around you and see what's nagging you. Is your workspace not clean? Are your notes out of order? A clean/orderly workspace can help you organize your thoughts or get you into a more productive mood. (Trust me, I get it, sometimes it's really hard to keep it tidy.)

-Try white/brown/pink noise. Try listening to music, or to videos that create background noise you feel most productive with.

-Jumping jacks. Squats. Stretches. Wiggle around your room. That one scene in High School Musical where Sharpay and Ryan are warming up. It sounds ridiculous, but this is good for you, your body, and your mind. Release pent up energy, get yourself awake and focused. If you aren't able to do this, try something silly to wake your brain up. Do some puzzles, sing some songs, etc.

-Most importantly:

Did you do your laundry? Did you get enough sun? Did you drink enough water? Did you eat enough today? Did you get your favorite snack? Did you smile? Did you run in your yard like you did as a kid? Did you laugh with your friend? Did you see the way their eyes crinkle when they smile at you? Did you play with your dog? Your cat? Did you look at the flowers in the field near your house? Did you meet someone new? Did you learn something you didn't before? Did you try something you were scared of? Did it go well? Did you enjoy being yourself? Did you explore the world today? Did you live? Did you love? Did you feel? Did you breathe, and relax, and feel that everything is gonna be okay?

It might seem insignificant, but we write from the heart, not just the mind. Let your story sit in the back of your mind when you truly feel stuck. Take care of yourself, try getting out of your head. Notice the details around you, commit them to memory. Your story will wait for you. It might take a day, or days, or a week, or a month, months, or a year or years. But the story sits with you and you'll be thinking about it without actually thinking about it. When you come to your story again, it will be happy that you've grown, no matter how big or small

Damian is doing a school report for his favorite superhero, but he writes about Superboy (Jon) and his whole family throwing a fit because it's not them. Damian claims it's not to give unnecessary clues about his ID, but really, he just likes Jon.

He wrote it in response to this:

引き続きPixivの再掲……なんですが 折角Tumblrに上げるなら海外の方にも読んでもらいたいので、試しに英語に訳してみました。 頑張ったけど文章ちゃんと訳せてるかなー間違ってたら申し訳ないです。　＿|￣|○ 日本語版をTumblrに上げるかどうかはちょっと悩みどころ。縦に長すぎるね。 I wanted people who speak English to enjoy my comic too. However…I can’t use English well, so perhaps the words are wrong. I want advice… （これPaparaだって言ったら怒られるかな？）

tentacleshipping - close encounters of the third kind

Tones of bronze, gold, and silver spun around him, over him, as if he was in a structure that moved. A machine, alive with lights and flashing neon. Yuma blinked, confused as his scarlet eyes began taking in his surroundings.

It was cold. The constant movement, the twisting metal, let cool air seep in from outside… wherever outside was. Wherever he was.

Sweeps of noise, the trickle of water, and the clicking that timed so closely with the light’s glowing pattern that he almost thought there was someone pressing a switch (until a quick glance around the room told him no one else was around) made the hair on his arms stand on edge.

“Am I… alone?” Yuma chanced asking. A murmur of a giggle passed through the room and Yuma froze momentarily before decreeing the sound just another part of his imagination.

That was, until it started up again, this time echoing around the hollow room, making the few objects around him shudder with the vibrations. Yuma’s fists clenched as he slowly slid off the hard metal table, crouching to the ground, eyes frantically searching for the source of the incessant giggling.

“You’re mine.”

It was the last thing he heard before he blacked out.