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Honestly this maybe the funniest thing I've ever read. I'm literally crying.

WAIT, WAIT, WAIT…..

Have I not told you guys this story?????

I must have mentioned it. I must have mentioned it at some point. 

HAVE I SERIOUSLY NOT TOLD YOU GUYS ABOUT MY HORRIBLE 7TH GRADE PHANTOM FIC????

Okay, buckle up, buckaroos, here we go. This might get long because I can’t shut up, but I’ll put some nice pictures in here to break up the wall of text:

The year is 2004. The film has just come out. I, a 13-year-old closet goth for whom everything is worthy of an overdramatic Shakespearean reaction, watch the movie. It is my first exposure to Phantom besides the silent film; I have never seen the musical before now. So I watch it.

And that’s it. I am gone.

I know, with the single-minded conviction of a medieval Christian martyr, that this is what I have been waiting for. This is now what I would live for.

Me, stumbling into the Phantom fandom, aged 13:

And it did.

IT DID.

But, like any 13 year-old in 2004 whose sole ambition was to be Amy Lee and also Anna Valerious from Van Helsing at all times, I had to rewrite the Phantom’s ending.

I had to.

And it had to be dramatic.

I actually remember sitting down to write this thing in my brown, spiral-bound, Mead 5 Star notebook at, like, 10 pm on a Saturday night after aggressively photosynthesizing the entirety of Fanfiction.net’s Phantom section on my dial-up AOL connection.

Above: Me at 13 about to pen a cultural touchstone with my hot pink gel pen while the Lizzie McGuire Movie soundtrack plays in the background.

I was ready, people, I was flexin’ my knuckles for a fix-it fic and I was full of whirling hormones and crying for no discernible reason other than the fact that I’m a crier, but also, I was 13 and “Erik is so lonely!”

The fic essentially went something like this:

The story plays out as usual, and at the end, Christine leaves with Raoul. Erik–-who looked like Gerard Butler in my brain because I had no other basis of comparison and also, I thought he was hot, thereby completely missing the “ugly” point, but whatever–-Erik breaks all the mirrors and cries and wanders down a corridor and cries some more.

Above: “He’s so SENSITIVE.”

The mob breaks into his lair, but they can’t find him. Even though, ostensibly, they should have been able to, because he really didn’t go far. I think I wrote that he “stumbled through a nearby corridor,” nearby being the operative word here, meaning the mob was either the worst mob in history or just really, really stupid.

Above: “The mob will never find me here.”

Okay, so the mob leaves after looting his lair (he’s got, like, millions of francs stuffed in the walls down there, can you blame them?), and at this point, Erik lets out the breath he’d been holding–-oh, also, I should emphasize again that this is Gerard Butler Erik, so he’s ripped and wearing that torn puffy shirt and those unreasonably tight leather pants and riding boots, even though he has not been anywhere near a horse. And I amended the film so that thick, dark Dracula hair was actually his hair and not a wig, because I wanted it to “fall wetly” into his–here we go, I definitely remember this–“piercing, ice-blue eyes.”

Above: Truly hideous. Look at it for at least eight more minutes to take in the full scope of abjection laid before you. You can even zoom in if you want. 

Actually, I think I gave him two different colored eyes à la Crawford, but I don’t remember what the other color was; probably red, let’s be real, because I was toying with a “HE WAS A VAMPIRE THE WHOLE TIME” reveal that then 13-year-old me thought was a stroke of literary genius.

So ANYWAY.

Ripped Erik is stumbling away and crying in his torn puffy shirt, his 8-pack heaving with his sobs, when he lets out the breath he’s been holding and collapses to his knees.

Then, faint with hunger–

(I don’t remember why he was faint with hunger?? I just remember writing that phrase, which is truly a baffling little tidbit because obviously, he’d been well-fueled enough to stage the whole Don Juan fiasco, and I hadn’t even established that hunger was an issue at play, here, so unless Erik was hypoglycemic and needed to keep his blood sugar levels up, I cannot explain his hunger fainting. My only explanation is that I was a fainter as a kid, so I just assumed most people passed out whenever things became vaguely inconvenient.)

Above: Fanfic Erik after not eating for about 2 minutes, which, honestly? Same.

–faint with hunger, he passes out on the banks of the underground lake and eventually rolls straight into the water.

Meanwhile, upstairs, the entire opera house is on fire from the chandelier crash. People are screaming. I wrote that “hundreds were dead” and that “mothers wept over their children,” which also concerns me in hindsight, because while I fully support introducing children to the arts at an early age, can you imagine trying to explain to your friends why you took your 5-year-old to see the horniest self-insert opera of all time, Don Juan Triumphant? 

Above: “I’ll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris and also this bastion of cultural and artistic nourishment, the very things I have sworn to protect and honor, but whatever.”

So the opera is burning down and Paris is in an uproar. Cut back to the cellars. Erik, still passed out, is now borne by the “furious currents”–I kid you not, I remember that phrase–of the opera lake–

(the underground, stationary, man-made lake, mind you, with no currents at all in real life; like, none)

–and his unconscious body starts to float out into the lake, spurred on by those furious underground lake currents with which we’re all so intimately familiar, until he drifts out from underneath the opera straight into the Seine.

Above: Turn your face away from the garish light of day.

Side note: I have never been to Paris, but I am reasonably certain that the Seine does not connect to the underground lake in the opera house. Which makes the fact that Erik floated all the way out to the Seine even more impressive.

Oh, by the way, the whole Seine was on fire.

I wrote some inexplicable science into the fic about the opera’s “oil stores” exploding in the chandelier crash fire and then leaking into the Seine, which caused an oil spill that subsequently set the entire river on fire.

A few things:

I had no idea the Paris opera house was as oil-rich as a field in Texas, who knew?

Hey, 13-year-old me, that’s not really possible because the Seine didn’t even connect to the lake underneath the–

You know what? Forget it.

Above: The Paris Opera House is the world’s leading petroleum supplier, followed only by Saudi Arabia.

So the Seine is on fire, and all of Paris is panicking, and here comes unconscious Erik floatin’ on down the river like the world’s ugliest, most ripped baby Moses.

Also, he was face-down.

Which should have meant:

Immediate drowning.

Immediate resuscitation, followed by violent choking and spluttering up water.

Death in some other, inescapable way because there’s water, water, everywhere, and also, it’s ON FIRE.

Above: Fanfic Erik, awash in a fiery river, just vibin’.

But Erik didn’t drown or catch on fire or die in any other inescapable way. Miraculously, as if guided by the hand of God, he kept on floating down the fiery Seine, FACE DOWN, without needing to breathe, apparently, because he was a vampire. Maybe.

But I hadn’t established that at all and wasn’t even sure that’s where I wanted to go with the story, so really, Erik was just some guy floating face-down in the river, miraculously not dying the entire time.

And this is where it gets so-bad-it’s good:

He just kept floating. He kept on going. 

On through the Seine out of Paris, out of France, and into–

–you guys ready?–

–into the ATLANTIC OCEAN.

WITHOUT WAKING UP.

AND WITHOUT DYING.

Above: Renaissance trade route with the New World? NOPE. This is roughly the route fanfic Erik went.

Does the Seine even empty into the Atlantic? Does it? I don’t know; I’m an American. None of us know anything about any geography, ever; we’re all idiots, and apparently, we don’t know anything about how DROWNING or BEING MORTAL work, because in my fanfiction, Erik just kept right on floatin’ all the way across the ATLANTIC MOTHERFUCKING–sorry, Mom, but sometimes a well-placed f-word is just great–the ATLANTIC MOTHERFUCKING OCEAN. 

This, I wrote, took “approximately six weeks.”

Which, sure, may have been a realistic travel time for, say, a steamboat, but for an unconscious Frenchman who is floating FACE DOWN in a LARGE BODY OF SALT WATER for SIX WEEKS without proper FOOD OR HYDRATION?

HOW?

Now, I did very well in science class. I did. You probably read that sentence and went

but I promise you, I did. I theoretically understood that it was impossible to survive such a journey.

But I just artistically decided that Erik could do anything he set his mind to.

Plus, I obsessively binge-watched I Shouldn’t Be Alive, and documentaries about parents who lifted cars off of their children in a surge of adrenaline that gave them superhuman powers, so I assumed that sure, an average 40-something-year-old guy could absolutely survive a six-week journey floating across the Atlantic Ocean face-down in a coma.

Oh, yeah, here’s another fun little tidbit: on his way across the Atlantic, he passed the iceberg that would sink the Titanic, because sure, why not at this point?

So eventually, he floats across the ocean and right into where all that tea wound up in 1773: Boston Harbor.

I remember writing something to the tune of “he bobbed into the harbor” which makes me picture his head banging up against a dock or Erik floating stiffly into American waters like a buoy.

Above: Oh, lawd, he comin’.

Yes, he was still unconscious. And face-down.

It’s nighttime when he finally drifts into the harbor, his sexy, Byronic antihero clothes still miraculously intact, and lo and behold, a hot Mary Sue (American, unnamed in the fic because I couldn’t decide between “Lena” and something else that was incredibly awful like “Persephone” or “Artemis”) just happens to be walking along the shores of Boston Harbor when she spots an unconscious man, face-down, in the sand.

(The Boston beach in my mind looked like a California beach, because that was the only beach I’d ever been to, never mind that Massachusetts and California are absolutely nothing alike other than being unbelievably expensive to live in and full of very loud, very opinionated people, heyo, same.)

She “exclaimed, her voice as pure as a bell”–yeesh–and dropped her “basket of violets”–what the hell? Who is carrying violets on a deserted Boston Harbor beach at, like, 2 am? –to rush over to help the man, her skirts rustling, her black hair flying.

And just at the moment she falls to her knees beside him, he wakes. 

Perfectly fine, mind you; just ill enough to be romance-novel sexy. You know. “Faint, delirious, heaving.” Whispering and/or moaning, “Christine.”

Naturally, the unnamed OC isn’t bothered by his hideous (it’s really not that bad, it’s more like mild acne, calm down like 85%) face, because her father was a former–

–here we go again, kids–

–a former Civil War general who was also a doctor who was also Abraham Lincoln’s best friend.

(You bet your ass I found a way to wriggle Abraham Lincoln into a Phantom fanfic. This is America. I can do whatever I want.)

Above: Don’t hate the player, hate the game.

So she was like, “I don’t care about your perfectly fine and objectively extremely handsome face, you are beautiful exactly as you are and also, I, too, am a trained doctor and also a singer and a dancer and impossibly strong, because I am able to lift up this ripped stranger and haul him over my shoulders and drag him back to my spacious apartments overlooking Boston Harbor.” 

Erik fell back asleep/into a coma at that point, just so you know.

And that’s where it ended. I didn’t know where it was going, other than “hot American Mary Sue nurses Erik back to health and teaches him to love again and they live happily, sexily ever after, but in America, and they open a school where Erik is the head music teacher and his hot wife is the hot Other Teacher and they love all the little children equally,” which still sounds more plausible than Love Never Dies.

Above: Live your dreams.

Thirteen-year-old me shelved the fic and then forgot about it, until I was cleaning out my room in 10th grade, found my handwritten magnum opus, and, so mortified I could feel my butthole shriveling up into my trachea, I shredded the whole thing.

Now, look, I’m not saying the loss of that piece of literature was equivalent to the fire at the Library of Alexandria, but, I mean….

…he floated across an ocean.

All for love.

(That was the tagline.)

My shading tutorial!!!!

I have a headcanon Millard is genderfluid and that Miss Peregrine doesn’t understand at all, like

Miss P: Millard take off Emma’s dress, you look ridiculous

Millard: Im invisible, I look ridiculous in all clothes

Miss P: You are a boy, not a girl, and im sure miss bloom would disapprove of you wearing her dress.

Millard: She said I could.

Miss P: You are a BOY, you cannot wear dresses.

Millard: I feel more girly at the moment.

Miss P: Stop being ridiculous.

Hey, just here telling you all I'm going to post more.

As an akihikologist™, are there any akiham fics you’d recommend?

oh dear aghh i’ve recently just lost all my fanfic bookmarks but i’ll try to remember the ones on top of my head!!! (this isn’t in any particular order)

transatlanticism by meowfactory - this one is probably my ultimate fave? this worsened my depression

the bird dies in a self-created fire by thundercow - this worsened my depression too

sleeping with ghosts by meowfactory - i don’t know how to describe this but i just love it

past echoes by ytf_chevalier - not 100% akiham centric but they’re there! it’s p3/p5 family au!! there’s also a collection related to it which is akiham centric :3

family secrets by Ryuu_no_Kami - akiham as niijima sisters’ parents

here are some short drabbles by @thebreesiest - 1 & 2

myosotis by AlexandraMariaAnna - a short but sweet wedding scenario!

premonitions by actuallymarina

risen by tome

shots by peachoop

catalyst by Legendary Armor

seeing stars by tome

fans and clubs by actuallymarina

TKO by actuallymarina

echoes by Jackie Almasy

of pocky and kisses by Ryuu_no_Kami - very cute pocky day akihams!!

under my protection by Psychroma

she smelled of daisies by cartoon moomba

his usual routine by AkisMusicBox

stronger for her by kazueemiko

mixups by wordgawk

que je croie in by thundercow

twenty five hours by der kapitan

be mine by Marshmaro - THIS ONE IS SO CUTE I love the idea of akihiko gushing to someone

simple fears by Icee Suicune

instinct by tome - NSFW

a hot night in the hot springs by aikoflutist247 - NSFW

the fool by becoafamu - NSFW, nsfw chapters are 1 & 6, i like the way akihiko was written here! and this hamuko was amusing and new! but i don’t feel too 100% about some of her parts here. still a fun read tho!

on the ropes by actuallymarina - NSFW, a continuation of TKOlove me for one more minute by marvelle petit - NSFW

xxii: star by actuallymarina - NSFW but there’s nothing of the like going on yet. enemies to friends to lovers trope in a future crime au setting! so akihiko is a cop here :D

that’s all i can remember?? if you guys wanna recommend me some too, i’d love to read em!!

i’ll update this as soon as i remember the ones i’ve forgotten and newly read!

Here's some drawings I did of Megatron and Jazz!

#pokemon #xandy #drawing #art

Forever reblogged this. XD

petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’

Sorry for bothering, but do you know how to get Krita to let you paint color inside lines? For example, I drew line art and now want to color it entirely purple, how do I make it so the purple doesn't go outside the line art even if my cursor does?

Do you mean you want to color your actual lines, or if you want to fill your drawing with color (like a coloring book)?

Coloring Your Lines

For coloring your actual lines, you’ll want to lock the alpha of your layer. Sounds complicated. But its actually a one button fix. It makes it so that you can only draw on parts of the layer that have already been drawn on. 

Now you should be able to color your lines any color you want to. You can fill them, use a brush, gradient, etc. 

Coloring Inside Your Lines (Fill Tool)

If you have CLEAN line art. You can actually use the Fill Tool.

(An example of clean lineart. No breaks. Clearly defined, solid lines.)

Make a layer under your lines for your color. 

You can find your fill tool on your Toolbox Docker. (Any missing dockers can be found under Settings>Dockers)

In your Tool Options, there is a setting that can make filling your line art very quick. Its called Grow Selection.

And if you set the number up till about 2 pixels, it should expand your fill tool so that it fills the line art nicely. Here’s an example of what the fill tool will do with and without the use of Grow Selection.

Now you can use the Fill Tool to click inside spaces and fill them with color. You can do each color on its own layer, if you wish. 

You may have to go in with a brush and clean up small areas that the fill tool may not have reached, but this is a nice way to quickly fill clean line art. 

You can also turn on alpha lock for color layers as well, and color inside them easily. 

Coloring Inside Your Lines (G’MIC Filter)

If you’re like me, and you use sketchy, pencily lines, or you have a lot of breaks in your line art, the fill tool probably wont work so well. But there is a filter you can use to help. 

First, create a layer under your lines like you did the last time. Now, fill in spots of the image with the color you’d like them to be. Make sure to set a color outside the lines, otherwise the filter will fill it with one of your other colors and the filter won’t work correctly. The color I used is lime green. 

Now. SAVE your file. 

Now, with your color layer selected, go to Filters>G’MIC. 

Now choose “Active and Above” for Input. This tells G’MIC to consider your color layer and your lines layer, which is above it. 

Next, in the filters list, under Black & White, choose Colorize (Comics). 

(Don’t worry too much about what the Preview looks like, here. Mine always look chaotic and messed up. The actual filter looks much better)

Now, to the right. I usually have it set so that it creates a layer for each color.

After that, hit OK to run the filter. 

Your result should look something like this. 

From here, you can delete your background color layer and do any necessary clean up.  If you want all of your colors on one layer, you can select them all by clicking on them while holding Shift, and merge them with Ctrl+E. 

Now, this extra step is optional, but since my lines can sometimes be thin and see through, I tend to do this. 

If you turn off your Line Art Layer (Its name is probably different, but it will be the layer above all the colors. You’ll see that the edges of the color are pretty sharp and not anti-aliased. 

It can look kind of gross behind thin and seethrough lines. I use the Blur filter to fix it. 

I set it to a radius of just 1 pixel. It usually does the trick. 

Hit OK and run the filter, and your results should be a lot nicer behind your lines.

For more complicated line art, sometimes I use the filter fill the entire inside with just one color, alpha lock the layer, and color it by hand with a brush tool. 

I hope this tutorial was helpful!