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hannahtempler · 11 months

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hello, i hope this ask finds you well!

i’m a young artist but i don’t know what i’m going to do in my future— pursue art or something more “lucrative”. I know you’re a pretty successful artist who has done some really cool things, so if you don’t mind my asking, how did you get to where you are today? did you go to school for illustration and get your foot in the door that way, or do something else?

thank you for your time, i absolutely adore your work!

Hi! Thank you for the kind words, I'd be happy to answer this–

I took a pretty circuitous route to get to where I am now! I always wanted to be a cartoonist, but unfortunately due to complicated reasons I ended up getting a graphic design degree instead of the illustration degree I actually wanted (it's a long story). I worked as a UX/UI designer full-time until I was 30 because it paid well and had good benefits, but at the back of my mind I knew I still wanted to be a cartoonist.

So, I got a late start on my current career (and that's ok!). When I was 27, I decided to work on comics in my free time around my full-time job in the evenings and on weekends, because I was determined to make the stories I wanted and stop letting life hold me back! That's when I started Cosmoknights, and I did the whole first book while still working my day job– but after Cosmoknights Book One got published (an editor at Top Shelf saw it online and offered to publish it), I started getting regular comics job offers and was able to quit and go full-time as a cartoonist.

Truthfully, I was very lucky to get published, but that still didn't equal a livable income. I still don't make enough money off of Cosmoknights to survive, so I currently support myself doing work-for-hire (e.g. comic book covers and adapting other people's work). I also now make 1/3 of the income I used to as a designer, and it can be really hard to make ends meet sometimes. I usually work anywhere between 60-80 hours a week to pay the bills.

I say all this because I don't want to romanticize being a full-time cartoonist– the practical side of making ends meet can be really tough, and I've been incredibly lucky! However, I also really love my job and I'm finally doing what I want, so it's very rewarding for me on a personal level.

The advice I always give any aspiring artist is to keep something for yourself– what I mean by that is: it can be easy to romanticize an art career working for a big company (whether it's in publishing, or in video games, or in animation, or whatever), but that's not the only path to being fulfilled as an artist. I personally find the most fulfillment in the work that doesn't pay the bills, so my goal is to support myself any way I can so I can do that work. I will always keep projects for myself that aren't dependent on anyone else's approval, or the financial wellbeing of a corporation, because that's where I find the most joy.

Long answer, but I hope any of that is helpful!

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btsasmr · 1 year

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Chapter 2 ~ (English)

"This is it, we have arrived. Thank you very much" you paid the cab driver and unloaded your luggage from the trunk.

You stared at the door in front of you for a few minutes in disbelief. You were in front of your new home, where you would start your new life. If even a month ago someone had told you that you would come here you probably wouldn't have believed it because you never thought you could dare to run away from home. No, you had never been brave, at least not until you got fed up with it all and decided to leave.

"Well, let's see what awaits us" you took a deep breath and walked into your new apartment not knowing what to expect. However, a smile spread across your face as you contemplated what would be your new home.

It was perfect for you. It wasn't a luxury but you didn't want it to be either. It was enough that it was cozy and allowed you to live a decent life.

You left your luggage at the entrance and lay down on the couch while you picked up your phone and texted Chyung to let him know you were settled in.

Seconds later your phone started ringing and you quickly rushed to pick it up.

"Tell me all about it. How is the apartment? How was your trip? Were you comfortable? Did you have trouble finding the address? I really want to see the apartment, come show me please."

"Easy my friend. I'm coming" you laughed shaking your head. You loved that cheerful side of Chyung, for she always brought a smile to your face.

"Uuuu, it's beautiful, I love it. I'll definitely come visit you soon" you commented excitedly when you finished your little "tour".

"I'll wait for you here, don't be late"

"Rest assured I won't keep you waiting too long" - she smiled showing her beautiful ears - "And well…. What do you plan to do today? I know! I'm sure you're going to visit Hybe, as if I saw it. Or maybe you'll go chasing Jimin, I see you looking for him like crazy all over the city."

"Hehehe don't say that! Surely you would be looking for Taehyung if you were here now!"

Both of you were ARMYS and you were very fond of BTS because they were the only reason why you could survive for so long. You can't imagine what would have become of you if you hadn't met them. They came at the right time in your life…. They had been like a hope in the middle of a storm.

"I have to leave you friend. It's too late here" you said as you let out a small yawn.

"It's okay, get some rest. Good night."

"Good night Chyung."

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You woke up with the morning lights sneaking through the curtains of your room. You grabbed your phone and checked your social media as you woke up a bit.

"Mmmm Yoongi looks great with that hair color" you thought as you saw a new post from Suga showing off his new hair dye on Instagram.

You scrolled down to the next post and what you saw shocked you.

It was a post from Big Hit's official account.

"It's not possible" - you whispered - "Are you serious? I must be dreaming. Meeting BTS? At a fanmeeting? Me? Here in Seoul?"

Yes, you had got it right. The guys were organizing a fanmeeting with ARMY for next week.

And clearly you would attend without hesitation.

"Maybe life has decided to give me another chance" you smiled and got out of bed in high spirits.

To your surprise the rest of the morning was very rewarding. You had finished organizing and finalizing the details of your apartment. Now all that was left was to find a job, since the money you had brought with you would not last forever.

#Jimin #jimin one shot #jimin fanfic #bts jimin #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts one shot #jimin x reader #jimin x you #bts fanfiction

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wittyy-name · 7 years

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This is really weird, but I was wondering if you had any tips for writing the common app essay? I'm applying next fall and since you're a writer I thought idk AGH you don't have to answer this if you don't want

hooOOoOOOO bOI, okay, you came to the right but also wrong place?? So I worked as an English tutor for a year, and I mostly did grade 7-12 literature stuff, plus some grammar, but they also liked to throw all the essay kids at me, too, cause I was the one who liked writing. So like... yeah, I have experience helping people with essays and shit, but heres the thing okay...

It’s actually really hard to give advice through a medium like this. At least in this kind of context. I could give you a bunch of creative writing advice, but essays, I feel, are a different matter. There is next to nothing that I could tell about “How To Write an Essay” that you probably haven’t heard a million times already or could find somewhere else. I would need to actually read the essay and give reactive advice or to sit down with you and talk through the process of writing it/outlining it together. A lot of the nuances of essay writing are in word choice, grammar, transitions, ect, ect, ect.

But I can TRY to give you a little advice? This is probably the number one thing that I rarely see in those “How To Write an Application Essay” thing things: AVOID NEGATIVE LANGUAGE. Seems simple enough, right? WRONG. Like seriously. These essays are all about hyping yourself up, talking about yourself, making you look 100x better than you actually are. You want to word and phrase things in such a way that makes your life and your abilities so much more. It’s literally a style about exaggerating while sounding modest. And it’s fucking hard to master. I personally hate this style because it feels like you’re lying through your teeth. But boy if I can’t take your shit and mix up a few words and spit out gold. ((I’m much better at editing for others than writing for myself in this field lmao))

Back to the “AVOID NEGATIVE LANGUAGE” thing. You may THINK you’re avoiding putting yourself down, but I challenge you to go back and REALLY look at it. Like with a super critical eye. A sentence may look innocent, like: “I may not have much experience in X, but I’m confident in my ability to learn quickly and efficiently.” Sounds good, right? You’re being honest while hyping up your ability to learn. Well, WRONG. To the reader, you’re basically saying “I’m under qualified, but hell, I’ll give it a shot”. Don’t do that. Instead, say something like: “I’m confident in my ability to learn quickly and efficiently, and adapt to situations” or some other bullshit. Don’t admit to those faults, even if they’re followed up by a self compliment. Just skip to the compliment. and USE the compliment to IMPLY that IF you just HAPPEN to not know something you’re supposed to know, you could easily learn. Negative language is tricky sometimes, and sneaks in without us realizing it. But trust me, it’s there, and the reader definitely sees it.

That example is kinda... more for job applications, I think? But it’s deff a concept that should be applied to all applications and cover letters and stuff. For college essays, the only real advice I can think to give without actually seeing your stuff, is they’re sluts for anecdotes and quick little life stories that make you seem like a real person, especially if it’s followed up with a “this is what I learned and how I grew as a person” kinda thing. Eh. It’s mostly about crafting language to trick people into believing something, even if you don’t believe it yourself.

Idk if that was helpful, but good luck!

#kinda rambly #but like #there's advice in there lmao #seriously tho #most advice can't really be given unless there's more context #anything else I say would just sound super cliche #wittyy replies #sometimes I miss being a tutor tbh #it was a very rewarding job even if I didn't get paid enough to survive #Anonymous

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supermarvelgirl15 · 3 years

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Home- Chapter 1 (The Sin)

Summary: Jesla lands on Nevarro where a certain Mandalorian and Force-sensitive Child catches her attention. Din is helped by an unexpected ally.

Pairing: Eventual Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) × OC!Jesla Gavdo

Word Count: 1,750

Warnings: Violence, gun TW

A/N: This is the first official chapter! I hope you all enjoy it! Comment if you would like to be tagged in this series! Chapter 2 will be up Wednesday!

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Jesla's hand fishes in her bag for some credits as she makes her way off the ship that had just landed on some planet called Nevarro. Finally, she grabs them and places them in the hand of the Twi'leck that brought her there, thanks him, and then makes her way through the town.

Now, all she had to do was buy some supplies before she made her way out of the town, away from all the inhabitants. She just needed to buy enough supplies that would last her a couple weeks. After a few years off on the run, she learned that the less she was in a populated town, the better.

She makes sure that her hood is down over her face- even though she doubts she would be recognized here- as she wanders down the streets, buying food and necessities for her survival from the vendors. She didn't have much credits left, she realized as she paid for some fruit. Hopefully this town had a place that hired bounty hunters.

Jesla was placing her purchased items into her bag when it happened. When she sensed him.

Her eyes scan around the crowd until they finally land on a pod that was following a Mandalorian. The last Mandalorian she had ever seen was a bounty hunter named Boba Fett, but he had been killed on Tatooine. Since then, she had never seen another one, which caused her to think that there wasn't anymore. Until now.

Whatever was in that pod was extremely powerful, Jesla sensed. Possibly even more powerful than her. Her curiosity got the better of her as she starts to follow them, making sure to blend in with the crowd. When the Mandalorian turns down an alley, she climbs up onto a roof of an adjacent building, following him from above.

She watches as the Mandalorian walks up to a building and knocks. A entry sensor appears and scans him before going back in. Then the door opens and two Stormtroopers walk out, making Jesla hold her breath.

The New Empire was here? And the Mandalorian was handing over the poor creature over to them?

They all walk into the building, the door closing behind them. Jesla waits for a few moments before the Mandalorian walks back out with a camtono. Alone. Without the Child. She watches as the Mandalorian looks back at the building and she senses his hesitation to leave.

The Mandalorian shook his head, muttering something to himself before he began to walk back through the town. Jesla looks back at the building, suddenly worried for the creature that was inside. What did the New Empire want with him? Did they know that he was Force-sensitive as well? Was she also in danger?

Something inside Jesla told her that if she wanted to help him, she had to follow the Mandalorian. She wasn't sure where it came from, but her old master told her to never ignore her instincts. Jesla frowns slightly as the thought of her old master crosses her mind, but she quickly shakes it off before she sets off to find the Mandalorian.

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Jesla is sitting in a common house nursing a drink when she sees the Mandalorian again. He's wearing new armor, made out of Beskar if she had to guess. She watches silently as an older man starts to talk to him.

“Ah, Mando! They all hate you, Mando. Because you're a legend!” The man exclaims loudly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

“How many of them had tracking fobs?” The Mandalorian asks gruffly, looking around at all the other bounty hunters that occupied the house.

The older man scoffed. “All of them. ALL of them! But not one of them closed the deal. Only you, Mando. Only you. And with it, the richest reward this parsec has ever seen. Please, sit my friend,” he says as he gestures to the seat across from him. The Mandalorian takes the rifle off his back and sits.

Jesla looks around the room, hearing bits and pieces of the other bounty hunters' conversations. They all seemed a bit heated about not being the one that was currently being praised by whom she assumed was their boss.

Her attention is brought back to the Mandalorian when he stands up, acting as if he was going to leave, but halts. “Any idea what they're gonna do with it?” She hears him ask the older man.

“With what?”

“The kid.”

“I didn't ask. It's against the Guild Code.”

The Mandalorian didn't know what the Empire wanted with the kid either?

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Jesla is perched on a rooftop across from the building that the Mandalorian had taken the kid into earlier, planning what her first move should be. If she showed herself to the Empire, they would know she was still alive. However, if she did her job right, there wouldn't be anyone left to spread the news after she was finished. All she knew was that she had to rescue the kid.

She is brought out of her thoughts when she sees the Mandalorian walk up to the front door and knock. When the entry sensor appears, he breaks it off and quickly hides himself. Stormtroopers walk out and one of them orders the other to check the perimeter. The Mandalorian then blows out a wall and enters the building.

Getting her MK-modified rifle ready, Jesla patiently waits for the Mandalorian to return. After a short while, he exits the building, the Child in one hand and a blaster in the other. He starts to walk through the town streets, Jesla jumping rooftops as she follows him.

He is finally stopped on the main street by the older man from the common house. As bounty hunters began to circle him, the Mandalorian trains his blaster on the man before him.

“Welcome back, Mando. Now put the package down,” the older man orders him.

“Step aside. I'm going to my ship,” the Mandalorian states sternly, his grip tightening around the Child.

The older man brings his hand to his chin, acting as if he was thinking about it. “Hm. You put the bounty down and perhaps I'll let you pass.”

“The kid's coming with me.”

Jesla lines up her scope with the older man as they try to negotiate with each other. Before she can take the shot though, the Mandalorian suddenly starts shooting at the bounty hunters and jumps on a speeder, hiding behind the cargo. He yells at the droid and it starts moving down the street, the hunters continuing to shoot at them. Jesla races across the rooftops, hitting some of the hunters with her blaster, causing some of them to take cover.

Finally, the speeder gets stopped by the older man shooting out the droid pilot. The Mandalorian disintegrates a few bounty hunters with his pulse rifle before he takes cover with the Child. Jesla notices someone creeping up behind him. Quickly, she snipes them before they could get him. The Mandalorian looks up and sees her for a brief moment before he pins himself down in the speeder.

“Someone find that sniper!” The older man yells as Jesla continues to snipe the other bounty hunters that try to approach the speeder. They eventually spot her and make their way to her. Jesla tries to take out as many as she can, but there are too many of them and she needs to reload. Her hand grips her lightsaber tightly. She never used it unless it was an emergency because she knew if she did, people would know what she was.

Suddenly, multiple Mandalorians appear and start fighting the hunters, drawing their attention away from her. The Mandalorian gathers up the Child and flees towards his ship. Jesla swings her sniper rifle over her shoulder and takes off after them.

She gets to the ship just in time to see the older man get blown out of it. Without thinking, Jesla slips in just as the hangar door closed. The ship takes off and flies away from Nevarro, disappearing into hyperspace.

Jesla takes a deep breath as she takes in her surroundings, her eyes widening when the realization finally hits her. What was she doing here? She didn't have the right to be here. So why did she get on?

“Trust in the Force,” a familiar voice tells her.

Before she could even wonder where that voice came from, she sensed a precence behind her. Swiftly, she draws out her blaster as she turns around, being met with the end of the Mandalorian's.

“Who are you?” He questions, his grip tightening around the gun.

She rolls her eyes, placing her blaster back into its holster. “I save your life and this is the thanks I get?” She asks sarcastically, placing her hand on her hip. The Mandalorian doesn't move. “Lighten up, will ya? Put the gun away, I'm not here to hurt you. The name's Jesla Gavdo, by the way. And you are?” She says as she holds out her hand.

The Mandalorian still doesn't move his blaster. “Then why are you here?” He asks, ignoring her question. She drops her hand and opens her mouth to say something, but stops when her eyes land on something behind him.

“Because of him.”

The Child looks back at her, a small ball in his hands. The Mandalorian watches as the Child walks up to her, neither of them breaking eye contact the whole time. Jesla slowly kneels down in front of the kid, taking her hood off and pulls down her mask. She holds out her hand to him, and after a few moments of hesitation, the Child places his hand in hers.

Din Djarin watches the entire interaction before he finally puts his blaster up. “You were the sniper,” he realizes as the woman before him stands back up. She nods as she continues to look at the kid. “Why?”

Despite it being a very vague question, Jesla understands what he means. She finally looks back at him, making eye contact through the visor of his helmet. “To protect him, just as you did,” she answers.

The Mandalorian looks down at the Child that was at his feet, as if recalling the events that had just occurred. He looks back up, his head tilted just slightly. “Why does he matter to you?”

Trust in the Force.

She hesitates for a few moments before she finally speaks. “Because... I'm just like him.”

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