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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Penalty Box— Imagines Edition: Misconduct

SERIES MASTERLIST

summary: trevor gets ejected from the last game of the season, so y/n goes to deal with the damage

warnings: cursing, not so fluffy but there is some ish

word count: ~1k

you were out of your seat the second the scrum in front of the bench ensued. you loved a good fight, and frankly, trevor had every right to retaliate. it was no longer exciting when you saw trevor still arguing with the linesman in the box. last time he did that he ended up with a two minute unsportsmanlike misconduct, so you could only imagine what price was being set for him to pay.

the second trevor was escorted out of the box you knew you had to go see him to try and settle some of the dust. you got up and barely said a word to jamie, but you knew he was following you to ensure no one stopped you from getting back there.

“are you gonna-“

“you don’t wanna know, drysdale,” you cut him off.

“i’m staying outside?”

“you’re staying outside,” you confirmed.

trevor was going to be mad. you were going to be there for him, and you were going to be sweet, but first you had to dial him down. you couldn’t gauge the situation yet, but you were prepared for the worst.

you didn’t bother knocking, because if he was 0.2 seconds away from exploding, a knock wasn’t going to be heard.

“trevor zegras, what in the name of hell happened out there?!” you shouted as you flew open the door. trevor whipped his head around over to you. he was still in his jersey and pads, but his bucket and gloves had been thrown into his stall.

“what happened out there?! you saw what happened out there! i was checked and ended up with a penalty! the linesman—“

“i saw the shove, z! i get it, i really do. but you still fought, and that’s what gave you the roughing minor! which isn’t a big deal! danault got two for roughing with you! i don’t know what the fuck grant did, but at least he accepted his!”

“i didn’t—“

“uh huh, no sir, i am not finished!” you growled. trevor was still fuming, but he stood down. “what happened to the heart to heart with dallas, huh? you came home and had one with me about cutting down on your penalty minutes, too! tripping, hooking, interference, i don’t care about those! i know i post about your penalties and cheer for the fights; and fights are okay, they happen. it’s the arguing with the linesman and refs that is getting you in trouble and puts a damper on your name.”

“i know that,” trevor sighed, finally sitting down.

“do you? do you know how much it hurts seeing people talk shit about you online? calling you immature? when older players act the way you do, it’s encouraged. but you know what they don’t frequently do? argue with linesman. get multiple unsportsmanlike misconducts. you deserve to be angry right now, but you need to realize that the second half of what you did tonight was not okay. you are one of the best people i know, and have been since the day i met you. you can be sweet and nice! i’ve seen you have casual conversations with linesman! but they pick on you and give you extra penalties that might not be deserved because of this reputation you’re building.”

trevor didn’t answer. he saw in his stall with his head down, hands clasped, and right knee shaking like a storm. you sighed and knelt down in front of him.

“can i touch you?” you asked gently. you took his hands and pulled them apart to hold them in your own when he nodded. “i’m upset with you. i’m not mad, but i’m not all that happy. and i hate that you’re angry right now because this isn’t how your last game of the season should be and i’m so sorry that it is. you deserve better than this, my love, but to get better, you have to be better.”

trevor squeezed your hands and nodded.

“i know,” he said low.

“can i sit next to you? or are you still cooling off and need me in front of you?”

“i want you to sit next to me.”

you squeezed his hands again as you stood up. trevor scooted over in his stall and put his head on your shoulder the second you sat down. it was a bit uncomfortable with his shoulder pads, but it was worth it. you traced up and down the veins on his arms and breathed with him in silence to help him calm down.

hearing the silence, jamie took the risk of cracking open the door, “hey, is everything okay? jonesy and carrick have been out here for a while now.”

“what the hell did they do?” you laughed.

“we fought a little too much!” you heard jonesy yell, getting a laugh out of you.

you allowed the three of them to enter, giving a kiss to your boyfriend’s cheek as you got up to allow the boys to do whatever they needed in the locker room in peace.

“do we get kisses, too?” jonesy joked. you rolled your eyes and stood on your toes to kiss both of the newly ejected ducks, and gave one to jamie, too, before slipping out.

“will we make the post?!” carrick called out.

“you’ll make the caption!” you yelled back.

all you heard were the cheers and high fives as you walked out the door. it was a mess of a season, and this was a mess of a night, but at least your boys had their team.

#penalty box series: bonus editions #penalty box series #penalty box series: imagines #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras x hughes reader #trevor zegras au #trevor zegras imagine #anaheim ducks #jamie drysdale #quinn hughes #jack hughes #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #nhl

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tmnt-reticent · 9 months

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Part 2 of Don entering the @1v1-tmntiteration-battlenexus ‼️‼️‼️ HE’S REUNITED WITH HIS SISTER FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION (FA!LEO MY LOVE 💖💖‼️‼️‼️) AND NOW HE’S GONNA GET BEATEN UP BY ALL THE OTHER GOOBERS‼️‼️‼️💪💪💪💪

The last two panels with Raph and Karai are the start of a silly little side story I’ll be developing more the further we get into the competition :D it’s not canon but it will heavily feature aspects of canon that won’t come into play for a while).

It took me…SO long to finish that widespread of the participants (that isn’t even everyone, there’s like 90+ apparently but these are the refs I had from the discord and characters I knew are participating since the list of participants isn’t out yet). I’m happy with how it turned out though!! :D Here is everyone that was featured in the widespread from left to right!

@thevoidisscreamingbackatyou - SP!Mikey

@zinovi768 - MS!Mikey

@witchybluedeity - PFA!Donnie

@cruilty-ink - Good Future!Leo

@the-arteest - TMMT!Raph

@teddy-beartv - Insurgent!Raph

@tmnt-pending - Pending!Leo

@13o7billionyearsinthemaking - Senior Year!Raph

@cats-inthe-cradle - Joint Custody!Mikey

@bluegras - Snapdragon!Donnie

@beannary - TLP!Donnie

@ace-of-arrows - Dawn!Donnie

@panickedghost - FA!Leo (also the character featured in the rest of the comic!)

@rubberducky2pointoh - Eon Rewind!Raph and LRS!Leo

@marukissnack - MT!April

@gelu-the-babosa-multiversal - Mutant Ice-cream Kitty

@olibensstuff - TMNTCO!Splinter

@tmnt-project-brutus - PB!Cassius

@aspen-washere - AON!Chompy

@apollothesunrat - KZA!April

@angelcorpse230 - Paris

SO MANY GOOBERS‼️‼️‼️💖💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶🫶 I love all yalls sillies sm‼️‼️‼️💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶 :D I hope I drew them alright!

Part 1 | Part 2

#tmnt reticent #tmnt fan iteration #teenage mutant ninja turtles iteration #teenage mutant ninja turtles #reticent #tmnt iteration #tmnt fanart #teenage mutant ninja turtles fanart #reticent!donnie #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #reticent!karai #tmnt karai #reticent!raph #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael

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the-memories-we-keep · 2 years

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i’ve got just a few signed prints of Sirens left and it would mean the world to me if i could sell them all! this illustration began in Seattle, WA and travelled 7000 miles with me so i could finish it whilst backpacking. i’m so proud of it and consider it my magnum opus, and am happy to share it with the world (worldwide shipping available). financially, getting prints of this design was a large risk and if this print isn’t for you, i would love if you could share this post in order to help a small queer creator. tons of love, jess💛🏳️‍⚧️

#nereids #mermaids #prints #illustration #sirens #my work #art #black and white #pen and ink #drawing

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ego-osbourne · 9 months

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how do you deal with art/writer's block?

You deal?

No but genuinely uhhhh good question. Funny thing was just a few days ago I came off of one of my most debilitating art blocks yet. Usually, my blocks work like this: when I am art blocked, I will write. When I am writers blocked, I will draw. My art blocks usually don’t last more than three days. My writers blocks can last a couple months.

(More explanation below)

It really sucks, though, when both blocks strike at the same time. My most recent one, as I mentioned, was just terrible. It lasted a little over a week (which I know isn’t a very long time, but it’s much longer than what I’m used to!) and I spent every day trying to get out of that slump. I tried to force myself to finish some WIPS (Miraak ref sheet, Dagon lineart shading piece), made a new character + ship (Harwith and Ghorbash), and pushed my way through an animatic. A lot of the week was simply spent playing God of War in my free time though, lol.

For me, art block is just a lot of padding and waiting it out. But I think something that really helped me this go around was realizing that I didn’t have to work on projects necessarily. I tend to enjoy 99% of all my art once it’s finished, so it was hard to figure out what was a project and what was a “just for fun” piece. Once I worked that out, I just drew some things that made me happy: a new Ego design, and some light experimentation with my favorite cannibal lad. That gave me a lot of inspiration to work on a whole new animatic, which was.. very strange, but very eye-opening! From there I’ve tried to get a good grasp on what I consider projects vs pleasure pieces.

In short: I think 70% of the process is just waiting it out. It’s miserable and I feel so sluggish during those days, but it’s all I can really do. Hammering out some WIP pieces kept the hand steady for when I would climb out of my hole, but it’s not something that I’ve ever been able to force to end. I don’t have much advice, but I do have experience, so maybe even a new perspective would help assist other artists in learning about and exploring their own art block? Idk, just some food for thought.

#ego osbourne #my art #ask box #anon asks #persona #alter egos

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chirpbudgie · 10 months

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introducing my stanley for rawts: gidget!!!!!!! his name was from his narrator so he decided to change it :-) like stanford, he loooooves learning but his narrator got after him for asking questions. for now i did some writing about him……(kept falling asleep writing it, FINALLY FINISHED!!!!!!!!!) and later? who knows.!!! i have a ref almost done which i’ll probably post later under the rawts tag. as well as a bunch of other facts and like. half a drabble that i can talk abt. but i will prolly just make a separate post! ok i’m rambling hello to @queenburd and @charmemes

some inspiration drawn from Satisfied by Pansychic27213 on ao3 but when am i not inspired by that.

The Parable had been tense for some time now. Stanley wasn’t keeping track, but the narrator probably was. He was petty like that. But it’s not like he was allowed to have time to himself to cool off, because why would that be a good idea?

(The narrator didn’t do anything unless it was his idea.)

“Come on! You can do it, Stanley.” His tone was patronizing. Of course the son of a bitch would turn up his volume. It’s not like Stanley’s feelings mattered or anything. He never respected boundaries unless he was in a good mood.

Stanley reminded himself to unclench his jaw and it popped when he did. He stepped through the left door. Hopefully, if he stayed quiet and played peacemaker for a while the narrator would stop trying to get a rise out of him.

(No broom closet. Comfort is off limits right now so it isn’t taken away again.)

He pretended to be surprised in the meeting room. Stanley stifled a sigh in the bosses office while the monologue continued, but still acted thoughtful and put a random code in before the real one. Looked around a little, raised his eyebrows, furrowed them.

And he pretended to look surprised when the elevator opened. He did not need to pretend to be surprised when he caught movement in the corner of his vision and tripped on a wire. Obviously the narrator moved it, but a wave of fear washed over him when he thought about giving a response.

(Okay, so he wouldn’t give fake reactions. He was just trying to play along; usually it’s appreciated. Use your words, narrator—what are you, three?)

The narrator’s voice was still cranked up and echoed in the large chamber, bless his heart. Stanley gripped the hem of his shirt as he walked and his senses buzzed unpleasantly.

(He was not going to have a meltdown this soon after their fight. He wasn’t. Not a sensory one, anyway. He’d rather go down from his own choices.)

His fear had finally receded to anger again and the button panel was his victim. The narrator didn’t care how hard he punched it, since it was obviously made of something strong. (He’d love to determine what exactly, but he didn’t have a magnet. Wasn’t allowed one, after…)

(He couldn’t remember. Didn’t want to, anyway.)

With the telltale buzz of the monitor shutting down, Stanley could make out the narration again. He sighed with relief. Now that the volume was normal, he listened in (out of politeness, but still).

“Stanley reflected on how many puzzles still lay unsolved. Where had his co-workers gone? How had he been freed from the machines grasp? What other mysteries did this strange building hold?” The narrator’s voice was mocking when he asked the questions and it was grating like nails on a chalkboard. The voice he always used to mock Stanley. Anger bubbled up again. Maybe his co-workers had left because they couldn’t stand the sheer disrespect of this guy. They should’ve taken him with; subjecting him to this was a fate worse than death.

“But as sunlight streamed into the chamber, he realized none of this mattered to him. For it was not knowledge, or even power, he had been seeking, but happiness. Perhaps his goal had not been to understand, but to let go.”

Stay calm, Stanley. Deep breaths. Don’t let him get a reaction out of you.

“No longer would anyone tell him where to go, what to do, or how to feel. Whatever life he lives, it will be his. And that was all he needed to know. It was, perhaps, the only thing worth knowing. Stanley stepped-“

Stanley kicked the door as hard as he could before it disappeared beneath the floor and the echoing boom drowned out the voice. This motherfucker wanted to irritate him sooooo bad. Well, he did it. Happy?

{Boohoo}, Stanley emphasized his middle fingers in the sign. {Someone doesn’t want to address his plot-holes. I’ve been trying to be nice here, and here you go probably SPITTING all over yourself as you talk. Haven’t you ever heard, “if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all?”}

The silence was deafening. He could practically see “the outside” change hues to an ugly yellow, warping and melting. He pushed back the fear that resurfaced and let the rage boil in him.

“Stanley. Stepped. Through. The. Door.” The narrator’s poorly concealed fury made his guts churn.

{Stop antagonizing me, I thought I was the protagonist. Isn’t that, like, one of the first rules of storytelling? You already have a conflict, you can’t make me another one out of nowhere.}

The reset felt more like a punch.

He was now in the Serious Room, which had long ago been revamped for solitary confinement. “TIMEOUT” was written in red blocky letters on one of the concrete walls, but it was the only feature remaining.

Fuck, he was in big trouble. He knows exactly what his punishment is going to be.

———

The Narrator relaxed as the restrictions of a human body melted away.

The last Parable had been rougher than he’d hoped. Just a little time to himself would be nice, or even some time with his Stanley. But he had a job to do and by god, he’ll do it.

This Stanley, he noted, did not seem to be… present. He stumbled through the halls—toward the freedom ending each time—with wide, glazed over eyes and the bucket clutched to his chest. This narrator did not seem particularly cruel, even encouraging him softly along the way. When he looked closely, this narrator’s presence was concentrated around Stanley like a blanket.

It was the fourth or fifth run that Stanley seemed to come back to himself. He didn’t stand up from his chair, disgust and guilt curling out from him in thick waves. The Narrator reeled a little, not expecting such strong emotions just from the surface. Stanley still held the bucket, apparently allowed to keep it between resets, but kept a poker face. The other narrator had receded some too, he noted.

“Are you feeling better, Stanley?” This narrator spoke. There was no softness like before, just down-to-business.

A burst of disgust billowed from Stanley again (strong enough to make The Narrator gag a little, despite his incorporeality). The office worker nodded weakly but didn’t lift his eyes from the ground.

“Good. Get on with it when you’re ready, I’ll wait out here. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

Stanley shudders suddenly and The Narrator feels a hazy memory. “it’s my fault,” echoes in his mind, but it feels more like a reassurance than a fact.

This Stanley is too fragile right now, The Narrator realizes. It hurts to step back and deny the poor man a hug, but he very likely wouldn’t be able to handle it in this… brainwashed state.

He still looks dazed when he completes the freedom ending again, but seems more aware after another reset and hides in the broom closet.

So it’s a drop in the bucket (figuratively) to soundproof the small room. It’s wiser for The Narrator to stay hidden from the other until he knows the extent of his seemingly unpredictable behavior.

Stanley startles at the sound of shoes hitting the ground. He stares at the new man with his hands up, but can’t seem to form anything to say. He rocks a little from his position on the floor.

That’s alright, of course. The Narrator will give him all the time he needs.

{Who?} Stanley finally manages before frantically sitting on his hands.

“I’m The Narrator of a different Stanley,” he begins, speaking softly. It’s a little hard on his knees, but he sits down on the floor too. This Stanley feels like a scared, cornered animal. “I’m going to help you leave. Would you like some company in the meantime?”

Stanley squirms a little. He has so many questions that they’re practically forced into The Narrator’s head, but he only nods. His expression is conflicted.

“Let’s see…” Wow, that is a lot, he’ll go in order. “I’m not completely sure how I’m here either. I can exist outside of this body, but most Stanleys seem to prefer I use it when we first meet. No, I created it-“

{Are you reading my mind?!} Stanley signs frantically. His mouth has dropped wide open.

“You might as well be handing them to me on sticky-notes, dear boy,” he chuckles. “I’m only listening to the surface level.”

But Stanley shrinks back. {Sorry, I hope it’s not too many questions. My narrator doesn’t do that.} He wrings his hands together and looks everywhere else.

He’s panicking, The Narrator realizes. Stanley is fearful of asking. It makes him want to cry and hold this poor man until he’s never afraid again.

He pulls himself to sit next to the office worker and holds his hand. “I don’t mind—in fact, I enjoy it very much. Ask to your hearts content.”

This Stanley wears his heart on his sleeve, it seems, and the sudden emotions hit him like a brick. It’s almost overstimulating at first.

Stanley takes a deep breath, shaky. {Thank you,} he fumbles. He wants to say more, but he doesn’t want to unlink their hands. Touch-starvation is one hell of a drug and he thinks he’ll start crying if he lets go.

Even with the reassurance, an unspoken question rests on his fingers. He finally looks back at The Narrator, who has a welcoming smile on his face. “Of course, whatever you want.”

He shuffles closer gingerly, like if he moves too fast The Narrator might leave. The older man bridges the divide and Stanley is settled in his lap.

“I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable,” he hums and Stanley relaxes. He curls up, resting his head against The Narrator’s shoulder. A hand begins to rub his back and he takes a deep breath again, this time in relief.

His own narrator is a ticking time bomb—he’s had to learn to switch gears fast. And that probably sped up the process of him getting here, in such a vulnerable position, but he doesn’t mind all that much. In fact, this is the first time in a long time that he’s been able to remember what hope is truly like.

But the thoughts bleed out of him like sand through a sieve. He doesn’t fight it like he always does. He’s never been truly comforted like this, it’s so earnest—there’s no fear that his coping mechanism will be exploited. That he’ll be exploited for the story.

Stanley has plenty of questions, but he can ask them later. When he remembers them.

(The Narrator notes that Stanley’s contentment is an emotion that feels stale. Like a stuffed animal that’s been moved around, but hasn’t been played with in years; dust collecting deep and thick in the fur.)

#chirping #repeat and write this story #tsp #the stanley parable #tsp oc ?#hrmmmm #anyways #gidget is just a little guy in a big world #he just wants to be held. the narrator indulges him #gidget rawts

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vacantgodling · 1 year

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i ask about art style because i'm currently trying to develop one myself. i can do realism well but that's not what i want to do, and it's harder to do that from imagination anyway (at least for me). i always need an exact reference, which really narrows down what i can draw. but i really can't figure out how to stylize things kajsfkjs.

AHHH i see what you mean lmao. it’s not really a problem i’ve fully dealt with (i’ve never been good with realism so i never tried 💀) but a couple of tips that i’ve found help me with drawing what i want to draw:

the first one is gonna sound sacrilegious in some circles but like hear me out tbh: reference / *trace / examine styles that you like or that are close to what you’re looking to go for in your art. directly reference them when you’re drawing and mimic them so you can get a feel and understanding for how the style itself operates. i say trace with an asterisk bc i know people are like OMG DONT TRACE but to me personally tracing is bad when you trace over someone’s art directly and claim it as your own. p shitty. tracing to understand style is a completely different thing bc you’re using it as a learning tool. i do it all the time tbh and i find learning from actual art vs real photos is super helpful in understanding how to stretch your limits artistically. it helps you think more in a “this is stylistic how are they capturing that” versus capturing the image as close to real as possible.

secondly, using reference isn’t bad, but use them like stepping stones—don’t be afraid to patch different references together so you can “see” something. it takes a good while to get to a point where you can just dream up whatever and have it happen lol. but i tend to use references more like “fill in the blanks” when i can’t figure things out. it’s gonna be uncomfortable but think of it like writing a scene or describing something — a place, a character, etc. you can’t “reference” that writing to life, you have to prod and poke and fiddle with it to get it sounding how you like in your head. drawing is very similar just with images. sometimes what helps me personally is i will list out what traits i want a drawing to have or i’ll discuss them with myself beforehand of what this character looks like (bc i mainly do character art lol) and what things i need or want to include. then i go reference hunting if there’s certain things i can’t picture just so i can make it a clearer visualization. then i start drawing. a kinda example is this picture here, where you see on the side i have a list of characteristics and then the finished oc (verin) in the middle lol.

or, in this i literally found a stylized wig to help me figure out how to draw the hair (the bun specifically) bc i was BUGGIN about it i could not figure it out and it was making me Angry

but that’s what i mean by using a piece of a reference. i didn’t use a ref for the rest of the drawing i kind of just said hey i want her to look like this this and this let’s go. that’s why first step of finding styles you like and trying to emulate them is important bc obvs i can’t just say “oh yeah just write it down you’ll visualize it” like the more you practice drawing near a style you like the more it’ll help you build and branch on your own.

finally, tbh it takes a long time and a lot of practice to get to a point where you can say “yep this is my artstyle” and feel happy with it. like i draw a lot and i’m still not really sure what constitutes my own style but like. i can recognize my art. it’s just not where i want it to be yet. your art style will constantly be growing and changing just based on the media and art you consume no different than writing. you’ll notice yourself incorporating the most random shit you didn’t think had an impact on you but did. for instance, i used to have such a shit time drawing noses until i saw (1) artist draw that little line that i do under noses and i just assimilated that into how i draw now lmao.

idk if any of these are PARTICULARLY helpful bc i’m like. not good with skill and terminology terms my brain when i draw is literally “brrrrr” so much subconscious thinking when i draw tbh lol. i can definitely try giving you more pointers if it’d help?? or i can upload some of my drawing videos that my ipad records bc idk for me something that does help is when i watch other people draw i can see How they did something or built it up for the most part 💀

#about renjamin #ren art #i hope this helped in some way bffjfjjrdkdk #i’m like Not Great to ask about this stuff bc i get it but how explain

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manasurge · 11 months

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Incoming rambling (nothing bad, just my own stuff that no one but me cares about, lol): I’m getting SO close to finally finishing the final parts of my detailed refs for Mourynn, and I’m happy with how it’s turning out. The whole process of wrapping my mind around the logistics of making up cultural armour and in a way where it makes sense (while trying to visualize it in 3D) and isn’t too difficult to replicate has taken a while, but I’m still super proud of her design and I can’t wait to put it all together in an actual bio post for her so she can finally exist outside of my brain (I say “put all together” since I like to isolate different body parts separately so I can more easily focus on them and their design and angles without having to worry about the rest since they get isolated visuals too. Makes it less overwhelming than doing it all at once, at least for me xd) And ofc, I’m extra and didn’t want to go with any in game armour (which meant more work, but totally worth it bc it turned out better than I initially envisioned while still keeping the features I had in mind), especially non-cultural ones, mainly bc I’m lowkey obsessed with Sylvari cultural armour and wanted to design something unique for her (especially since it fits her lore better, and also bc it’s fun and extremely self-indulgent. Designing sylvari outfits and body features in general is so much fun since you can go extra creative with it). Though, I feel like I’ve been at this forever since I started working on this, but I also blame my stupid ADHD since I can only do like, bite-sized drawing periods as I keep having to go back and forth between other things while drawing bc I can never hyperfocus on things that I want to (Ofc I instead wind up using my hyperfocus on things like listing items on the Auction House in Flight Rising for a few hours earlier today lmao~ -_-) Anyways I can’t wait for my extremely self-indulgent OC to exist outside of my brain so I can finally have fun and do all the ideas I have had listed down for ages now alskdjfls. I’m mostly doing this all for myself, but it want to also try and finally interact with the GW2 art community here a bit more since I didn’t know it existed much before I came back to tumblr (and especially bc for this special case, it’s impossible for my OC to exist in game for a large number of reasons, so I can’t interact like this in game, so I get to suffer lmao). Also once I finish this and the bio I need to update my avatar(s) here orz. I’m just using another OC drawing atm lol.

#brambling #I wish I didn't have to do capitalism day job work bc that takes away so much of my time and energy I can use on drawing and gaming lol #also it's pride month so I want my disaster greatsword lesbian sylvari scion to be released from the clutches of my mind prison #let her be free to collect cats and blush and pretty ladies #and cause horrifying hallucinations lol

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iced-souls · 1 year

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ALSO

Update one my creations storyline thing

So as may possibly know from a few months ago, i stopped drawing comics for left behind to write it all up before hand because i think it’ll be better that way.

But it’s taking a while because i have very bad memory—

Also I’m writing up a void gang thing, which i don’t know if I’ve talked about yet, but I’m planning on it being sort of like an askblog. So, ask questions, you’ll get a reply from the characters. The only difference is that void gang isn’t going to be directly one on one with the characters, but through asking questions you unlock “recordings” that have answers within them.

So for example you could ask “what’s MG’s favourite colour”. And you probably won’t get a direct ‘mg talking to the camera saying her favourite colour’. But you might get recording #243 where in one part of it mg says in the background “red! The colour of my enemies blood as i strike them down in Twain!!! Personally my favourite colour.”. It may sound like I’ve already written this exact line down but in fact i have not and am probably gonna add it in lol.

So that’s that idea, buuuut I’m probably gonna wait until I’ve finished writing up left behind until i continue on that project. So it’s gonna be a while so in the meantime fellow undertale lovers i ask that you keep the fandom alive and blooming long enough till even decades later so I’m not alone when i finally am ready—

Anyways, so the update is that I’ve officially decided an order of creations to do:

1. Write left behind 2. Draw/rough pages of left behind 3. Draw/rough LB + write up Void gang 4. Draw/rough LB + rough VG 5. Nyeh other stuff—

So that’s the plan! Obviously with other smaller things in between but this is my plan for the bigger things!

For smaller things, i got many. But i have more patience and less “deadline” for them. My other universes are smaller thing right now, but after i get grooving with LB and VG then I’m gonna boost those up. [‘those’ being auto-mundus, soop’s universe, and dulcie’s universe]. Sadly i can’t choose just one because i express the exact same amount of large excitement for each and every one of them—

Oh and if you wanna know some smaller things I’m planning on completing, a list of some top ones areeeeee: rottmnt voicelines as my oc’s animatic thing (i have 5 1/2 out of 20 done), void gang song animation/animatic thing, other animatics, some skele-characters, character submissions thing, character ref’s, some drawings on top of other pictures, and etc.

But yeah. Anyhow. If it’s a thing or time of year for you happy march break!

#i am terrible at expressing through words so i cannot show my mass excitement for these things #eh hehehehe #i haven’t even told you EVERYTHING i got planned #i feel like an evil genius at times like these #ah HAHAHA EVIL LAUGH #ight bye bye now peoples #have a good day

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aria-greenhoodie · 3 years

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AFTER A WEEK OF WORKING, MY OBJECTHEAD OC LINEUP IS COMPLETE!

I really hope the quality isn’t shot by tumblr, click it for (hopefully) better resolution please I’m begging you.

I’m really happy to post these refs, cause now I can start talking more about my Object characters and their story! (Name of story TBD rn)

As usual, asks about the characters are highly encouraged and appreciated!

Also here’s a nearly incomprehensible relationship chart for them.

So glad I finished this :)

PLEASE IGNORE THE PART THAT SAYS KING SHOE ITS SUPPOSED TO SAY SPHOE HABSJSNAAN

#aria draws #oc #oc art #character ref sheet #character design #character lineup #object head #Objecthead #tv head #digital art #I’m so glad this is over #and it came out pretty good if I do say so myself

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mercuriiarts · 3 years

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Ahsoka tano!!! i absolutely loved the scene where she essentially told Maul to piss off and cause chaos, and my friend JUST SO HAPPENED to have finished her ahsoka s7 cosplay (@elissa_creative on insta) and i had to draw this for her

i’m so happy with how it turned out :))

here’s the pic i used as a ref, isn’t she talented!!!! please go check out her insta, she also just recently opened a kofi to fund her next cosplay! hopefully we’ll get to meet next year at comic con!!!

#ahsoka #ahsoka tano #it’s actually of my friend elissa creative on insta where she has made an amazing ahsoka s7 cosplay from scratch #ahsoka my beloved #tcw ahsoka #ahsoka s7 #star wars ahsoka #ahsoka cosplay #ahsoka art #ahsoka fanart #star wars

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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McFiance (Sam x Reader)

Requested by @hales548 : R is a basketball player (who is taller than Sam by a few inches). They are also teammates with Sue Bird on Team USA. The USWNT have a day off on the day of the gold medal match for the basketball team. Sam suggests that the team goes to support the women's basketball team during their game. Reader surprises Sam after receiving their medal by proposing in front of both their teams and the world. Lots of fluffy happy moments.

Author’s Note: First and Foremost Happy Birthday my dude! I hope you have an awesome Day!! @literaryhedgehog and I had a lot of fun writing this (and it gave us an idea for another one...) so i really hope you enjoy it!

“So are we just going to pretend that you didn’t drag us here to watch Mchottie shoot baskets?”

Sam almost missed Sonnett’s comment, watching as her girlfriend did a layup, her eyes following the ink that accentuated her bicep. and tricep. General arm area. God, her girlfriend’s arms were amazing. Delectable. Heaven‘s gift to her…? She didn’t care if that was overkill, the fact was her girlfriend had some beautiful arm muscles perfectly outlined by the tattoos Sam loved to trace with her fingers whenever she had the opportunity.

“Sonnett if you keep talking during the game you’ll miss something. I’m not explaining why someone’s doing a free throw if you miss the foul again.” Megan said, elbowing the blond defender and glaring in her direction. You had spent months planning this, and the blinds complaining wasn’t about to mess this up.

“You’re just pouting cause Mcsexie came off after the half,” Emily huffed, rubbing her arm.

“This isn’t a fucking Grey’s anatomy episode, every player doesn’t need a nickname with a mick,” Tobin laughed, shaking her head at Sam, who still hadn’t looked away from you. She was glad the tall blond had found love like she had found Christen. Sam lit up when she was around you and vice versa, you completed each other and made a hella cute couple (and took amazing couples photos helped by your 3 inches over Sam).

“And I would actually appreciate it if you didn’t nickname my fiance ‘Mcsexie.’” Megan said, offhandedly. “For starters it’s demeaning, but also, I mean come on. You know Sue and Y/n, you’ve met their teammates, you can’t just call them the stupid nicknames you give literally every other girl to annoy your girlfriend.”

“SWOOSH” several people in the crowd said interrupting the conversation. Emily jumped, not expecting

“Fuck yeah, that’s my Mchottie,” Sam yelled, standing from her seat as you got a 3 pointer in seconds before the buzzer went off. Then the ref blew their whistle and the two coaches ran across the court.

“Why can Sam call her Mchottie and I can’t?” Emily whined, missing the worried looks Megan was sending Sam’s way when you didn’t pop back up.

“Not the time babe, Y/n just got fouled,” Lindsey said softly, leaning close to her girlfriend so she could hear, placing a hand on the defender’s thigh to calm down her boisterousness slightly.

One of your teammates gave you a hand up and you stood in a group of your teammates, waiting to hear the call. You were pretty sure you knew what it was going to be, considering the defender had smacked you in the face as they tried to get the ball. You had still gotten the points, and fallen back just like you trained to do (so you didn’t accidentally foul your defender back) but they could have decided it was accidental. It probably was accidental- you did have several inches on the girl defending you. Still, it was unnecessary contact and you grinned as the ref beckoned you to take your place at the free-throw line.

“That was a world-class flop, I bet she took lessons from you, Pino,” Tobin snorted as you stepped up to the line.

“Nah, she got it from Sue. I do a bit more rolling to really get my point across,” Megan shrugged, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

“She’s got the best stats in the league, there’s no way that she’s going to miss these,” Sam mumbled, more to herself than the rest of the group. You worked your ass off to be the best, spent hours taking shots from the line for moments just like that. You were the best for a reason, and now you just had to show it off.

Emily rolled her eyes. Your team was up by 16, so there was no way you were going to lose no matter what the outcome of these next three shots were (an opinion she thought better to not voice considering the death grip Sam had on her seat).

She looked around to see rows of people in the audience raising their hands in the air as you lined up to take your first shot.

“SWOOSH!”

*****

Your grin was blinding as you bent to accept your metal, your eyes glued to your girlfriend rather than the commissioner placing the gold around your neck. It was only now that you felt the butterflies bloom in your belly, fluttering excitedly. You had been dead calm about the game but terrified of what you had planned for after.

What if she said no? Everyone, you knew assured you she wouldn’t, but what if it was too soon? You had both talked about the future as though there would be one, and while you hadn’t specifically said ‘hey Sam, I want to marry you’ you were pretty sure she knew. Unless she didn’t.

“You better take a deep breath before you pass out kid,” Sue’s voice broke through your internal ramble, her warm hand on your shoulder grounding you back in reality. You blinked at the veteran’s kind eyes, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth.

“Good, now I think you’ll need this yeah?” She smiled, passing you the tiny ring box. You clutched it tightly, running your thumb over the velvet. Some people said it was corny, but you wanted everything to be perfect. To fulfill the dream your girlfriend had in her head since she was a little girl.

You took another deep breath, squaring your shoulders and swaggering over to the group of soccer players staring at you from the sidelines.

“Hey superstar,” You smiled, engulfing your girlfriend in a very sweaty hug, ignoring the gagging noises from the blond defender behind her.

“Hi goldie,” Sam said, giggling. “Or do you prefer just plain ‘winner’?”

“Hmm, you can call me anything you like baby,” You said, pulling back, suddenly feeling all the bravado and swagger you had on the court fill you. “as long as you let me call you my wife,” You finished, dropping to one knee and pulling out the ring.

“Oh my god,” Sam breathed, looking down at you.

You gulped, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry.“I’m not really sure how I’m supposed to do this, but I really fucking love you. You’re my first thought in the morning, and at night and like a billion times in between. Every time anything happens, you’re the one I want to tell. I want to share everything with you. Every experience, every moment, every win, and every loss with you for the rest of my life. So, will you marry me?”

You blinked up at the woman in earnest, waiting with bated breath for her answer. Sam opened and closed her mouth a few times, and just as you thought she was going to respond, Emily gasped. “I thought it was supposed to be a ring pop?”

“Sonnet!” Megan and Sam said at the same time, both turning to glare at her

“What?” Emily said, “you always joked that diamond rings were overrated and that a ring pop...” going quiet at Lindsey’s “just shut up” look.

“Well,” you said, clearing your throat as you drew the attention back to yourself, “as you can see it’s not a ring pop. Or a diamond. It’s a very pretty green onyx ring that I would like to give my girlfriend/fiance…”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” Sam said, cutting off your rambling, grabbing the front of your jersey, and pulling you into a kiss.

“Is this a yes?” You mumbled against her lips, your neck bent at an awkward angle and unsure what to do with your hands considering you still had the open ring box in your left and you didn’t want to drop the ring.

“It’s a definitely,” she said, holding out her hand so you could slip the ring onto her finger.

“Cool,” you said, grinning as you took just long enough to get the ring on her finger before she pulled you into another kiss, her fingers tango long in the baby hairs at the back of your neck, and your hands firmly grabbing her hips.

You were so engrossed in your fiancé (and how great it felt to call her that) that you almost missed Emily asking “So like, they’re McFiances now right?”

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #literalhedgehog #sam mewis x reader #sam mewis imagine

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lightns881 · 3 years

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Do you have any college au dnf refs? Ps. Love love love Arthur’s legacy (I don’t think that’s how you spell it but I can’t spell so I’m really sorry)

This gave me a giggle aha, no worries anon! Aether isn't exactly a common word so I don't blame you lol

hug all your friends is one of my favorites, really cute oneshot!!

fever dreaming is a really cute sick fic

Kissing Strangers is by one of my favorite authors, isleofdreams, and it's about Dream and George meeting in a club

heart strings doubles as a coffee shop au and a college au and it's really cute

Between the Ice doubles as a hockey player!Dream x figure skater!George and a college AU, pretty recent and it's very sweet (though I THINK it's a WIP but the author marked it as finished so beware)

Drunken encounters is a pretty funny AU with Dream and George meeting after Dream stumbles into George's apartment drunk

Is it Too Late to Fall in Love Tonight? in which it's all fun and games until you decide to jokingly suggest you actually kiss to your best friend during 7 minutes in heaven and they say yes...

You Said I Was Poetry, but You've Only Read the First Book of the Percy Jackson Series, so How Would You Know? in which Dream and George meet at a Starbucks and... let's just say they have very different taste in books but they do have at least one thing in common :))

First meet in which Dream and George are both streamers destined to meet each other but they're too dumb to realize they know each other in two different ways

kerosene to a flame in which Dream needs George to pretend to be his boyfriend and their chemistry works a little too well if you get what I mean (read the tags and the rating)

summer fading in which Dream and George meet years after a rather rough departure

sugar honey sweet in which Dream is totally not George's sugar daddy and Light just squealed so freaking loud reading this that her friends thought she'd lost it

rest your head for just five minutes (everything is good) in which George is sick and Dream takes care of him

Of Idiots, Coconuts, and Rain Drops That Shatter in which Light apologizes for the shameless promo but it is technically a college au

Happy reading!! <3

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf recs #AMA

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tatsumology · 3 years

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1-cm High World

Location: Seisou Hall Courtyard

Mitsuru: Sniff sniff… Just as I thought, the scent of bread is coming from over here!

They gotta be sweet buns~☆ It smells like the ones you can get at the supermarket!

Ah, found it! So it really was here!

But why is it hanging from a tree branch? It kinda looks like a bread-snatching race.[1] Hmm?

Well, anyway. The bread will go bad if it stays here. I should bring this to the dorm supervisor[2] right away! Dash dash, ju~mp!

Uwaah!? I got stuck in a net and now I’m hanging in the air!

So basically, this is a trap someone set up? Maybe it was the mischievous Hinata-chan? Or could this have been one of Shinobu-chan’s ninjutsu tricks?

When I move my body it feels like I'm shaking like a yoyo, it's fun! Bounce Bou~nce♪

Kohaku: ...It actually caught him.

Mitsuru: Ah, Koha-chan. Hello!

Kohaku: Though this isn’t a situation to be greetin’ each other so casually…. Good day.

Ya certainly look like you’re utterly hog-tied. I'll get ya down, so don't move.

Mitsuru: Okay! I'm bad at staying still, but I'll control myself♪

Kohaku: (Even in such a situation he’s not fazed in the slightest... sorta like Madara-han.)

(Although we’re doin’ activities together as Double Face an’ I know about the ”Mikejima” name, I still don’t know Madara-han’s true self real well.)

(Even if it’s just for a short while, I feel mighty anxious bein’ in the care of someone like him.)

(I was tryin’ ta figure out one or two weaknesses o’ his, an’ then I pieced together that I needed ta go to the Track & Field Club.)

(In order to not stir up any unnecessary trouble, I can’t touch Narukami-han, who’s real close ta bon[3]. An’ as fer Otogari-han...I can’t quite grasp his physical strength just yet.)

(Rulin’ those out, I had ta choose Tenma-han.)

(Although ‘t was me who set the trap, I didn’t think he would come. Yer run-of-the-mill folks wouldn’t get caught up in such an obvious trap, right?)

(Just how much does this dude like bread?)

(Well anyhow, it’s all dandy that I’ve been able ta get him while Madara-han ain’t around.)

…. Now yer loose. ‘M sorry that I set out a trap like this, but there’s just somethin’ I hafta ask ya.

Mitsuru: Not at all! It felt like an amusement park ride, so it was fun! I’d welcome a trap like this any time!

Kohaku: I- is that so? Well, nothin’ better than a good mood right? Here, have some bread as an apology.

Mitsuru: Yaay, I scored another piece of bread! Yesyes~!☆

Munch munch…. So, what was it that you wanted to ask me?

Kohaku: Y’see.. Y’know Madara-han? The one from the Mikejima household? I pretty much only know ‘bout how he is as an idol.

Tenma-han is also in the Track & Field Club with him, right? Can’t ya teach me what kind of person he is?

Mitsuru: I got you! Then let’s change into our tracksuits and meet up in 5 minutes!

Kohaku: Thanks a lot, ya really saved me there~

…. Eh, tracksuits?

5 minutes later

Mitsuru: Okay, first of all, let’s have a match! Get ready to dash! ☆

Kohaku: (So basically, we’re gonna run? I haven’t got a clue what this has gotta do with Madara-han, though.)

(In order ta gain his trust, it’s best ta just go along with him.)

Mitsuru: Dash dash~!

Kohaku: Hollup, how far are ya plannin’ on goin’?!

Mitsuru: Thanks to the bread I’ve just eaten, I’m all fired up! It’s just so much fun to run!

It’s the first time that I’m running together with Koha-chan. You’ve gotta show how much you can run!

I’ve become a proper oniichan now that I’m in my second year. I’m not a child that you can just baby all the time!

Kohaku: Haaa… huff..

Mitsuru: Koha-chan, are you okay? Please eat some bread and jazz up!

Kohaku: Are ya serious?! If I were to get anythin’ in my stomach right now, I’d totally throw it all up.

Mitsuru: It’s gonna be fine if it’s bread! I have some …

Huh, I don’t have any bread on me?!

Let’s go to a bakery to get some! So dash dash with all I got~!

….Not with all I’ve got. I should match up to Koha-chan’s pace, then dash dash at half power~☆

Location: Time Street

Mitsuru: Munch munch… Bread is super duper tasty when you eat it after running!

Kohaku: Yer right...it’s tastin’ better than usual ‘cause we just worked up a sweat.

Mitsuru: ....

Kohaku: ? What’s the matter? Yer starin’ like a rock...

Mitsuru: I just always got the idea that you practically don’t have any friends, so I’m happy that we’re hanging out together! Ehehe♪

Kohaku: “Practically don’t have any friends”...you don’t beat around the bush, huh. Compared ta you, I don’t have heaps, but I do have some.

(‘s all well. Although Tenma-han looks like he’s got his head in the clouds all the time, he’s real aware of his surroundings. It’s kinda surprisin’.)

(.... This ain’t the time for admirin’! I totally forgot about my objective.)

(I could keep goin’ along with him, but with bread and dashin’ I won’t make any progress. Let’s cut to the chase now.)

Tenma-han. This is about Madara-han, I don’t really understand what all this runnin’ around has got to do with him. Could ya explain it so that even I can understand?

Mitsuru: Okey-dokey! Up you go~☆

Kohaku: Waah?! What are ya doin’! Don’t carry me on yer shoulders! Egh, I can’t get down if ya grab me so tightly!

Mitsuru: Mike-chan-senpai loves festivals! He carries me like a mikoshi[4]— gives me a ride on his shoulders and all. He’s a super nice person!

Whenever I’m in a fix, he helps me out. He’s a good guy. But I’ve also become bigger too, I'm already a second year!

I wanna go from being helped to being someone who helps out others!

So if you’re ever troubled about anything, Koha-chan can also come to me for advice!

Kohaku: …. Right. If I’m in a pinch, I’ll count on ya.

(His eyes are sparklin’ when he’s talkin’ ‘bout Madara-han.)

(“A super nice person” huh … So he appears like that to a kid who knows nothin’ of the face beneath the mask.)

(Though I didn’t quite get the information I was hopin’ for, I still spent a meaningful day like this.)

Mitsuru: Sniff sniff … I can smell freshly baked bread!

It’s coming from that bakery! Dash da~sh … ☆

Kohaku: Whaah?! Put me down first~!

Proofreaders

JP: Anonymous

EN: Amagiiz

Translation Notes

A bread-snatching race in Japan is mainly done during school events. Bread is hung on a string, then children need to grab it with their mouths and carry it over a course to the finish line. You can see an example of this in Mitsuru’s bloomed 2015 Sports Festival 4* card ↩︎

The dorm supervisor is Keito. ↩︎

This is how Kohaku refers to Tsukasa. ↩︎

A Mikoshi is a Japanese portable festival shrine that you carry on your shoulders. ↩︎

#trslt #oukawa kohaku #tenma mitsuru #idol story

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insomniac-arrest · 3 years

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Hey, youre the only author I follow on this side and I have a big question... For 5 years by now I try writing a book myself. I have everything! Toughed-out characters, a fully developed plot, sideplots, a map of the world, etc. But... I just cant get it on paper. I draw a lot. Some scenes or just the characters to have refs on hand, colors, clothes and stuff but I just cant put down ONE Chapter in words! Maybe its because I'm a perfectionist and struggle too view my work with the eyes of my friends (who all say my writing is really good) I dont know, I'm never happy with my writings and dont wanna put out stuff I dont like. Do you have maybe some tips? I really wanna publish my story! It makes me sad that it takes soooo much time...

“Perfect is the enemy of done.” ― Catherine Carrigan

I wish I had some easy advice for this dilemma, but the truth is that it’s a toughie. It kind of reminds me of when I used to put off doing essays in high school. I’d make my outlines and think about it in my head. I’d plan. I’d wait for the right moment. Then the due date would pass.

If I got a shitty essay in by the due date I was usually good, it was fine, even half-baked essays usually got me B’s (this isn’t a brag on myself, this is just because the American school system lacks rigor). However, if I missed the due date then I was pretty much screwed. The clock was ticking and the task just got bigger and bigger in my head. It was due! I could do it! Nothing was stopping me! I just needed to actually do it.

But I couldn’t. It was too big in my head. It loomed too large. After the due date passed it had to be perfect or else it had to be nothing. And I would just, never turn it in. By college I stopped doing this, but by then I was studying things that I loved and looked forward to reading about and taking tests on.

There are a couple approaches to your dilemma I can imagine:

1. Go do another project: yep, let it go. Set it aside. Forget about it for a while so it becomes less scary. Time and space can do wonders for the creative process.

In the meantime, I recommend honing your craft. Write silly stories, write stories without plot or structure, write fanfiction and terrible prose, write something for the sake of writing. Honestly, there’s a lot of tried and true wisdom around the artistic statement: start small, get good. Painters do all sorts of tiny doodles before they attempt a masterpiece. Begin with doodles. Learn to build a scene before you build an entire house with it, my friend.

However, if that doesn’t help, then here’s option two:

2. Do some emotional exercises: Walking away from projects works, but not always. It’s something I’ve done in the past and I’ve talked to other people where it’s worked really well for them. Some distance from any projects is good.

However, I see a lot of online advise that’s like “if you don’t like it then walk away!” And that stuff frustrates me because I’m like “I don’t want to walk away! I want to fight for this!” Plus, whenever I have just “walked away” I’ve literally never gone back to any those projects. I don’t regret writing them, but I think we as artists need to emphasize the importance of finishing as well. If you’re serious about this then some parts of it are gonna suck so bad. It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna be hard. You’re gonna feel shitty because the story is not how you imagined it. You’re going to doubt yourself. Do it anyway. Do it anyway.

“Everything you want is on the other side of fear” —George Adair

I have a mood swing disorder so I do a lot of emotional exercises that are primed to help me distance myself from my emotions. “But you’re supposed to feel your feelings!” You say, and that’s true. Feeling your feelings is step one-- you have to let in, life is suffering, sit with it, look at it, feel it. However, the next step is taking action. You do the thing anyway.

You are not your emotions.

You have control of how you react to your self-doubt and fear.

Acknowledge them, feel them, and then let them pass like clouds above your head. Then act. It’s okay to be a little hard on yourself here-- like a kind mother. She loves you unconditionally but she also has you do the dishes and put your toys away. She has you do the necessary and hard things, because she loves you.

By the time I was able to write essays in college and actually turn them in I had been to a lot of therapy and then I just . . . started writing. First I wrote for fun, like a madman possessed by a spirit, and now I write for the challenge of it (but at a much slower pace). Writing still often scares me or frustrates me, but that’s okay. It’s normal. They are just passing clouds-- stormy or otherwise. The clouds can’t touch you, not really, so I do it anyway.

Choose whatever path sounds best for you! Writing is a very personal process. It’s hard, but also an incredibly rewarding process. Good luck!

#writing #asks #writeblr #take this with a grain of salt because I am not quiet a professional #but I did write 3k today so that was pretty good #and I wrote 2k the day before #and 1k on monday #and so on #Anonymous #long post #oops this got so long #writing tips

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