Cosette8

It's been a hot minute since I put anything on here (long enough to graduate college). I've moved all my written work onto AO3 and even started a new series on there. All WIPs (Reaching for Something That Isn't There, Don't Forget Me) are on indefinite hiatus, but will eventually be revisited at some point (and possibly revamped). So farewell, DeviantArt! Come over yonder to the happy place known as AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/users/RedPandaOverlord And maybe look at the pointless nothings I reblog on Tumblr! http://perks-of-being-blackinese.tumblr.com/

         “Keep moving! They could still be coming!” You rushed past clustered groups of exhausted civilians, their faces filled with terror and stained with dried tears. Many were hobbling toward Wall Rose, dragging their friends and families along by the arms despite the pain and soreness thundering throughout their bodies.         ‘The Garrison shouldn’t be too far behind.’ You were nearly at the gate to Shiganshina. ‘They should have plenty of wagons to carry these people back.’ The sky was getting darker by the minute; you had been riding at full speed for nearly an hour and a half now, your e

    "Your report is early this time." You stared at the blonde man sitting at the mahogany desk before you, his large hands holding the document you presented that morning. He fingered briskly through the pages, giving each a quick glance before proceeding to the next. You stood there, waiting until he had nothing else to say to you. You recalled overhearing a small conversation as you were heading over to the office earlier; Keith had resigned his position and had taken one in the Trainee Division, becoming the new instructor. This man before you had been promoted as the new commander of the Survey Corps; he had previously been Lieutenant C

Chapter 1    "How long have you been here? Who brought you here?" You paused at the crumbled stone steps, your hand remaining on the wooden hatch that led up out of the underground space-- out to where the titans slowly began to gather in the area.    "What difference do you think you'll make if you went out there?! You'll just show them where we are!"    "Shut up already. You'll lead them here with all that damn yelling."    "Miss, what are you planning?" You slowly raised your open hand over them, promptly pointing your index finger downward, motioning the three men to stay put. You brought your hand to your face and placed your f

So.... It's been a while, yes. I have been extremely busy with school since my last upload, and that was back before I graduated high school. I'm in college now, and I've been hammered with school and work, leaving very little free time to work on Reaching for Something that Isn't There. I was at about 9 pages for chapter 3, but I didn't manage to finish it, since it was at the time of my final exams in high school. I spent a lot of time on that chapter in particular, since I worked in a lot of motifs and wonderful literary magic into it. I had planned on working on it again soon since my final exams for this first semester of college are

Chapter 2: Falling “Please don’t punish them! It’s my fault!” you cried as your father crossed the threshold into the manor. “I was the one who ran off and made Ivan look for me!” Ivan followed Rowland a few paces behind, with Vash tailing him. Vash’s eyes widened at the grandiose entryway that had a large marble staircase some yards away. Above, a luxurious chandelier swayed slightly from the small breeze that had followed the group. To the right and left, larger hallways broke off into other parts of the building, creating a lavish maze filled with family heirlooms and antique statuettes. Vash&rsq

Chapter 1: Fourteen Years Ago “Get back here, you thief!” A stall owner selling fruit angrily shook his fist at a scrawny youth who was making a break for it out of the market square. Various stands bordered the edges of the area, selling numerous wares from near and far. Hoards of people filled the empty gaps of the square, saturating the air with mean bargains, indistinct laughter, and metal clangs from the local smithy. The thief dodged masses of people, sliding under large wagons and bounding over wooden crates. They tilted their head back slightly, listening to the distant shouts of the fruit seller they stole from. &ld

Reaching for Something that Isn't There Prologue “Another round!” the sailor called out to the waitress of the inn. “Haven’t you had enough? Your friends are already asleep under the tables.” the woman replied from behind the counter, indicating the four snoring bodies sprawled out on the ground. “It’s finally time fer me to enjoy meself. Those fools don’t know the true pleasures o’ drinking at night,” said the gruff sailor, leaning back in the wooden chair he was sitting in, making it creak under his weight. “Especially when there’s such a fine lady right in fron