They got tired of watching the movie when they realized it meant rewatching scenes over and over until they became fluent had a vague idea of what was going on.
So I spent my whole night researching tiny minutiae in the Japanese script, wiki, and random blogs.
Did you know Lord Yupa’s Chocobo-birds are literally just “horse-birds”? And her glider is just the German word for seagull?
- When somebody gets unfairly hurt by a person they care about
- When somebody has a unique, in-character reaction to death or another great sadness
- When a scene gets too similar to a sad event that I’ve experienced
- When a character is far nicer than they could reasonably be expected to act
- When somebody’s pure intentions end up hurting their loved ones
Meanwhile, Things I cry about in Movies:
Been too long since an update, but uploading this preview for a friend.
Artist appreciation: Frank Stockton on The Last Unicorn
Oh my gosh that last picture. All the pictures.
And no one believes me when I recommend this book, and no one wants to watch this movie with me. D:
This story has meant so much to me over the years, and I love this artist’s depictions. Can’t believe I’ve never found them before.
(via trungles)
I added some shading! This is still the same palette from Chromaa, but I tried to mix the colors for the shading. (I may have cheated here and there, especially with some of the skin tones…)
I would still like to do some touch-ups and add some details, but I’m happy with it for now. Want to work on some other pieces I’ve put on the back burner.
It was no secret that the princess hated him, the hero mused as he dressed for the ceremony. But was it his fault that her father had offered her hand to anyone who successfully slayed the dragon? And was it his fault that he was the fated hero? Or that fated heroes needed prizes before they risked their lives fighting dragons?
It wouldn’t be an enjoyable marriage, he thought, but it would be a good investment. After all, with her hand came all the lands and income of the kingdom after her father died. He could stand her scoffing and fuming in the bedroom if it meant a life of luxury for him. Even better if her bedroom was on the opposite side of the castle from his.
He admired his reflection in the mirror, more stunned by the polished glass than the ceremonial tunic he was provided with. Was everything in the castle so fine?
He was calculating how much he could fence the mirror for when a servant came by to let him know they were ready. He couldn’t help but laugh when he realized what he was doing. After the wedding, he wouldn’t need to worry about how much anything cost ever again.
The hall was crowded when he arrived, so that he could hardly see the king and the princess on the other side of the room. He waved and smiled at the cheering masses, enjoying their adulation. At least they didn’t care what he was in his past life.
At the end of his gauntlet of admirers stood his blushing bride—face red with rage no doubt. At her side stood a servant with the ceremonial sword, still sheathed. They had explained to him that of course he would need to be knighted before the wedding. Royalty couldn’t marry commoners, even if they were heroes, after all. But he hadn’t realized that she would be doing the dubbing.
He took her hand for a kiss, pressing his lips to her ring finger. Surprisingly she didn’t pull away, although her hand was trembling. He kneeled, for the last time, closing his eyes to savor the moment.
He heard the princess unsheathe the sword and step closer. She grabbed his shoulder then, with such force he couldn’t help but look up. The princess stood with the sword raised high above her head. Her face had gone white as her dress. His stomach flipped. He squeezed his eyes shut when he saw the sword come flying down, too fast for the simple taps required for dubbing a knight.
It was her scream that echoed in the now silent hall. The hero fell back and saw the princess had fallen to her knees as well, a red stain blossoming on her dress. A crowd surged around them, calling for the court physician.
But he hadn’t been cut. In disbelief, he looked down at his tunic where another red trail dragged down the front. In his lap was the same hand that had clenched his shoulder so tightly.
“Your prize, hero,” the princess spat, clutching her stump to her chest. “The hand of a princess.”
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Inspired by a weird sentence while editing Spinning Wheel and this is the drabble that results.
Finally get around to drawing my favorite character in my novel. (Shh don’t tell the others!)
“Hello, Mother. You wished to see me?”
The queen’s face burned almost as red as the feather in Rosabryn’s cap. To her horror, Rosabryn was dressed in the livery of a page boy, including scarlet hose and a gold-striped tunic. “Ladies,” she said and bowed. When she swept off her feathered hat, her hair tumbled loose and she had to flip it over her shoulder as she stood straight again.
“Rosabryn.” The queen only had to point out the door.
—Spinning Wheel, Chapter 10
Just like any good fairy tale princess, she does a lot of cross-dressing.
Only base colors at the moment, I may go back and shade later. The color palette doesn’t match what I had in the draft because I snagged the colors from this really cool Tumblr, Chromaa, to get over my crippling coloring anxieties!
Wanted to share something I’ve been working on to commemorate my new desktop and monitor.
LOOK FAMILIAR HMM HMM HRRRMM
(Source: sailormoonscreencaps)
(omigod rewatching this episode made me cry so much even though I knew what was going to happen~~ >.<)
Remember how excited I got the last time I discovered some dorky new thing about computers? This blows it out of the water.
I was playing around with Scrivener and uploading all of my older drafts as Snapshots so I can compare rewrites and edits without having to scroll between 9 different files. I just finished uploading my very first complete rough draft of the story when I realized my next draft had only made a few thousand words of changes before I began saving my major changes in a new file.
Having just gone through 30 chapters (and even more scenes) of copy/pasting/snapshot-ing, I wasn’t looking forward to adding every scene all over again when most might not even be changed at all.
There’s got to be a way to make the computer compare these two documents for me, I thought.
Google and ye shall receive. Review, Compare, Boom.
So ecstatic. This has so many uses, how have I never found it before? This is going to be so useful for editing, you don’t even know.
(Bonus for teacher buddies: Want to know exactly how many changes your students make to their rough drafts?)(Oh god, don’t tell me everyone else already knew about this.)
