i was inspired to do this


My heart is pierced by Cupid;

I disdain all glittering gold.

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.

I’m trying to fight my art block and I received some lovely suggestions I’m going to draw.

Mer!Hanzo and Pirate!McCree was one of these.
@rebeza and @finchworks are my inspirations and I look up to their designs and AUs ‘cause wow.

Have you ever seen a prettier Hanzo?

It’s been 3 long years on my fitness journey. This journey has many different stages physically and mentally, but one things for sure you’ll look back at your before picture, and tell your body “I love you and thanks for coming this long way.” It’s not easy, but by sharing this I hope to inspire someone to not give up. My mother hates when I use this photo for comparison because she knows how criticizing people can be but leave that for the girl in 2013 to care what people thought/think. I’ve worked hard to become the person I am now, and I share this to inspire/motivate others that it is possible and the body is fascinating with what it can transform to. I’ve still got some work to do but for now happy #transformationtuesday ! God bless, rooting for ya! & a thanks to those who shared their journey and lit a flame for inspiration in others and I ❤

IG : fitnessinfocus2016

You have to be willing to work. I mean, really work your ass off, not work like you do in the job you hate and not work where you think you’ll get away with slacking off. It is called the grind for a reason, machines don’t stop until the outcome is reached. Goals are not easy to accomplish, they are going to take it out of you, but when you reach them, there is one hell of a view.

Grind by Amy Kennedy


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What inspires me?  I’ve been, in my life, indirectly affected by depression. And to see people kind of go through that. And depression isn’t something that you can cure it’s just kind of something that you manage. So to see people go from being kind of in their bed all day not willing to even move because they’re so down to see them motivate themselves. Is a really inspiring thing, and it’s really difficult  for them to do. And so to see that in someone who has depression, it kind of inspires me to think “Well, if they can do it. I can do it.”

for @armatise and her favourite kink of ‘platonic bdsm’ lol

You’re Happier, Aren’t You?

A/N: (Instead of cooking dinner I’m writing) I got the inspiration from the song Happier from Ed Sheeran. Anything I write will not do the song justice but, enjoy. 

@xxx-its-like-im-sleepwalking-xxx @sithlordalice @arizonalovesher @punkalnd1 @marvelfanlife @thepotatodespot @jessiedangerous @sebby-padalecki @hanny-bananny 

Originally posted by stayforeverlark

Spencer stood quietly out side of Garcia’s office, the door was slightly cracked open only to hear the whispers of a conversation. “So she’s really dating someone, already?” he heard JJ say. He rolled his eyes brushing the comment off as another celebrity rumor the girls we’re discussing.

Without knocking he opened the door, JJ and Penelope where both shocked to see him. Both of them wondering just how much of their conversation you had heard. Suddenly he realized it wasn’t just another rumor it was about you. 

His mouth fell open as he saw the photo Penelope had pulled up on her screen, you. But not just you, no you we’re not alone. You we’re with someone else. 

Penelope quickly pressed a couple of keys making her screen lock, “Was that…” Spencer couldn’t even get him self to say your name. 

Penelope and JJ looked at each other unsure if they should confess to you what they knew. “Y/N, yeah it was her.” 

“With her new boyfriend” Spencer added. 

They both shook their head in disappointment. Spencer hadn’t talked you since the break up. It was one of those situations where nothing had gone wrong, everything was fine, but that was the problem. 

After three years of dating that’s what it had become, fine. There was no spark, there was no passion, just a routine that both of you had fallen into. After time the little things went unnoticed, they stopped happening. It was clear neither of you we’re fully present in the relationship. 

But both you we’re scared, not scared of losing each other but scared of being alone. You we’re the one who had ended things, Spencer put on a brave face, saying he understood. As soon as he locked the door behind you, he broke down in tears. 

He hadn’t spoken to you since then, although he never stopped thinking about you. The day would come that you’d find someone new, he just didn’t think it’d be so soon. 

“I want to see” Spencer said closing the file, “The picture, can you show me.” 

“Spence,” JJ knew he was hurt, “Break ups are hard, you guys we’re together for a long time, this is just going to make it worse.” 

“It won’t can you just show me what you two we’re talking about” 

Against her better judgement Penelope unlocked her screen revealing a smiling picture of you next a tall man. Spencer could only look at you, “She looks happier” he finally said trying to smile.

“Yeah, and one day you will be too Spence”

Your smiling face didn’t leave his mind that day. Suddenly it felt as if every lie Spencer had told him self in order to try to forget you was crumbling around him. The guilt of not making it home for your birthday, or anniversaries. His mind composed a list of all the things he could’ve done differently. 

But what was the point, you we’re gone, and there was someone else doing all the things he didn’t. But all he wanted to do was to feel close to you again, to remember the happy moments you both shared. 

Spencer had cleaned out almost anything that reminded him of you. But there was still one thing lingering, he reached into his sock drawer, all the way in the back left corner. Hidden inside two folder socks was a small red velvet box, the one thing he held on too that was going to be yours. 

Just as you we’re going to make your way out the door, you almost tripped on the small cardboard box in front of your door. By now you we’re used to being delivered wrong packages but this one was addressed to you.

 You ripped open the tape to find a letter inside, “Y/N, I just thought you should have this since it would’ve been yours. Please don’t feel any obligation to keep it. I’ll always be here either way.” 

anonymous asked:

Do you think it's fine for Filipinos to admire other cultures that aren't their own? It's confusing to say, but an example would be Ilocanos wanting to learn/draw the other cultures of the Philippines such as the Ibaloi people. I'm having a tough time understanding the distinction of Philippine culture is way more diverse than I expected, and I really want to learn more about them and gather inspiration on drawings without being imposing.

generally I feel like we as a people are the type who starve for cultural unity/distinctiveness, crave representation, and are very open to sharing, especially amongst ourselves– which is why sometimes the distinctions begin to blur. The best way would probably be to ask around if we’re really not sure;;;;

I think a method to know if it’s okay would be to check out which textiles, outfits and patterns individual ethnic groups are selling to the public as products- those should be generally fine. bits and silhouettes are probably a-okay but very specific outfits might have to be inquired from :o

The best way to support these groups IMO would be to purchase textiles and things directly from them, and give credit where it’s due~ if we can also shed a positive light on the aspects of their culture they are willing to share then that would also be really rad *U*

anonymous asked:

I used to be considered a "gifted" writer, winning contests and getting praise all throughout my school days... but I've lost it, completely. I have little to no desire to write, what I do write is forced and ugly and plain... It's writer's block that has been going on for years! I don't have a lack of ideas, it's literally just a forgotten skill. Do you have any advice on long-term writer's block? Or maybe an explanation?

Darling, don’t waste time worrying if you’re not “gifted” anymore because, I promise you, you still are.

Originally posted by shawnhollenbach

I know that I have that same tendency, too.  When it’s been a while since I’ve written and I can’t get back into it, my automatic thought is, “I lost it.  I had it and I lost it.  I might as well join Corporate America because my soul is dead.”

But there are a lot of explanations for why your writing isn’t coming out how you want!  I’ll list a few of them below…

Explanations for Writer’s Block

  • You’re out of practice.  I can tell a difference in my “skill” after a week without writing – so if it’s been years?  You’re probably very rusty.  If this is the reason you’re struggling, my advice is to push through and write crap.  Even if it disappoints you or you sit there thinking, “This is terrible this is terrible this is the worst,” just do it.  Just force yourself through it.  Eventually, I promise from experience, something halfway decent will come out.  And it’ll get better from there.
  • You’re lacking confidence.  Another big ailment of mine – if I haven’t written something I liked in a while, I can count myself out before I start.  So even if I push through and write, I either self-edit the whole time or I delete it when I’m done.  That creates the effect of Returning to Square One, which negates my work in the first place.  If this is the case for you, my advice is to look closely and find something to like about your writing.  Even in The Worst writing I’ve ever done (and trust me, 2013 me was a nightmare to read), I’ve found a way to compliment myself.  So read your stuff like you’re critiquing a five-year old.  You’re not gonna sit there and tell a kid, “Dude this sh*t sucks lol delete your account.”
  • You’re clinging to old ideas and old methods.  If you “used to” write for X fandom or you “used to” write before class every day, that’s not a good enough reason to keep doing it.  If you “used to” write without an outline or you “used to” feel like a damn wizard when you wrote, that doesn’t mean you’re able to do that now.  And that doesn’t mean your talent has decreased.  Writers are different in every new season – adjust for yourself.  Stop expecting yourself to work under ancient systems and expectations.
  • You feel uncomfortable with your author’s voice.  This can be a simple matter of feeling inadequate/nervous – or you could even be annoyed with your own voice/writing style.  This can worsen the more you read other classic books with “better” voices and compare yourself.  If this is the case, my usual technique is to try to “rewire” my voice – try a different POV style or tense.  This can change how your voice sounds, which can make it easier for you and your narration to play nice together.
  • You can’t find the right character.  This sounds like a small issue, but it makes a huge difference.  If you’re unable to find/create a relatable or likable character, you’ll feel uncomfortable no matter what story you write.  It’s like if a principal ballerina were to try to perform her signature piece in a smelly school mascot costume.  You know what to do, but you’re just not in the right outfit!  So it feels clumsy.  It makes it hard to see how you look or what you’re doing wrong.  It makes you feel like a bad ballerina!  So try taking the time to find a good character.  Fanfiction can be a good transitioning activity for you – pick your favorite book/movie/TV character and write in their POV until you feel comfortable again.
  • You’re mentally or emotionally unhealthy.  This sounds judgy, but trust me – 90% of my writer’s block crops up in times of poor mental health or emotional stress.  Just like you can’t play baseball with broken ankles, you can’t write if your heart or your brain aren’t up to snuff.  So assess yourself for undue stress, depression, anxiety (my big one), or mental exhaustion.  Beyond that, make sure your heart isn’t clogged – so to say, make sure you’re emotionally accessible for writing.  If you’re deep in grieving, dissociating, or facing any kind of emotional blockage, your writing is definitely going to suffer.  It might be best to take time to work on these issues – otherwise you’re trying to row a boat with holes in it.

These are some of the main ones I’ve encountered in my time – and they’re definitely not the only explanations.  If none of these ideas help you to get started again, be sure to message me!  I’d love to discuss it with you personally :)  I know how awful that limbo can feel and I definitely want to help if I can.

Thanks again, and happy writing (hopefully)! <3

If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

Just want to apologize to you guys

It’s been forever since I’ve put anything out there for you guys and I feel REALLY bad about it… It’s just that every time I go to work on anything, I lose all motivation, or I don’t know what to write, and it makes me feel shitty because I WANT to get more stuff out there for you guys and I WANT to write more and I just can’t seem to form words to be written down. I’m so sorry guys. If you have any suggestions as to how to get out of a slump or shake off writers block, please let me know. Thank you for all being so kind and patient with me, and I’m sorry i can’t do more for you right now. I love you all so much♡

first of all, I want you all to know that the time that I have had here has been great. I am glad that I have been able to help people accept themselves, I’m glad to have helped people start other blogs, and start drawing again. I’m glad that I have  inspired so many people. I never thought that I would be able to do that, ever in my life, and I want you all to know that that means a lot to me.  I appreciate every comment, ever reblog, every piece of fanart, fan fiction, video, and everything that has ever been on this blog!

These things above are why i’ve put off what I am about to say, as I know it is going to hurt a lot of feelings, destroy a lot of friendships and in general a lot to swallow.  but

i give up.

There I finally said it. I GIVE UP. i can’t keep on. I can’t do this anymore. I wanted to see it through to the end, but I can’t. I pushed myself to hard, and the thought of coming back to it, makes me feel ill, because I know I would be doing it half assed. You all deserve someone so much better than me. Someone that can devote the love, attention, and everything to these characters that I can’t any more. It’s selfish and manipulative of me to keep you all waiting like I am going to come back, when in all likely hood, I’ll never be able to do anything rather than a shitty little doodle here or there. You all deserve someone who can stick with things, who can do this the justice it deserves… I am not that person. I have not been that person for awhile now…. 

i’m not right in the head, and i’m getting help, but between that, work and everything else I have no time. When I do have time, I can’t do anything because I lay in the bed feeling how worthless I am. The Opal that started this blog, not knowing how far it would go and how it would impact her, is not the same Opal that is sitting here writing this with tears running down her face.

I’m letting @that-one-tea-anon have control of all the characters on this blog for story purposes. Their art is great and their story telling is a million times what mine would ever be, so, I know they will take great care of them. I suggest if you want to keep up with G and them, going ahead and following them. 

I’ll leave this place up, but i’ll probably turn of asks and notifications in a few days just to keep my mind off of it. IT’s already hurting my inside to quit, just cuz I know how many people I am going to hurt, but I think it is in the best intrest of me and my mental health. 

i’m sorry I couldn’t give you all a proper end. I understand if you cut all contact with me after this. i’m sorry I can’t stick with anything. I never expected to even make it this far, but I think making it this far…and made it hurt even worse.

If you want to catch me anywhere else you can follow me @interstellarimaginations where I draw shitty OC’s and do commissions, or you can follow my main @pupperoni-pizza, where i reblog meems and vent alot about stuff. 

if you don’t, That’s OK too.

again. i’m sorry it had to come to this. I’m sorry.


personal opinion though it’s not easy to get into Gaia anymore and a lotta the features haven’t been updated in years so I don’t recommend it 100% if you’re looking for something fun to do [though maybe that’ll change under reinstated management, who knows]

BUT if you just want aesthetic inspiration you can make an account to check out the avi creation forums and use the inventory avatar creator module to try your hand at making your own avis! [since Tektek’s not around anymore]

I’m only occasionally on because I’ve had that account since I was a teenager and it’s hard to let go;;

Dialogue Prompt

“Do it.”


“Then, I’ll do it for you.”

“You can’t; you don’t know how.”

“I think you’d be surprised by how much I know.”

viianki  asked:

Hi! Just wanted to say that I really love your art and it inspires me a lot, specially your coloring style! I don't ship Sasusaku or Cloti but your artworks are so beautiful and I love to see them in my dash, it's a blessing tbh. I'm curious abut the programs you use, do you use Photoshop, Sai or neither of them?

Hi! <3 Thank you for your message, glad you like my drawings!
I do use both of them! It depends from the effect that I want to give, but I never use only one of them!
I love Sai for sketching and making linearts and after coloring with it I use Photoshop for post production (Blurring and coloring the lineart, adding Overlay and Color Burn levels on it ecc…)
As you can see below in the last picture the post production is really crucial for my drawings XD 

anonymous asked:

How do you get started in writing stories? I want to do it so bad but I am embarrassed to begin!!! Your stories are always so magical, help!

Hey! So, if you haven’t already, you should check out this masterpost I wrote a little while back, it might help with inspiration, writing tips, character development etc! 

Now, don’t be embarrassed! Everyone has to start somewhere! My original Finding Marley posts look nothing like my most recent ones! I only started writing Finding Marley 2/3 months ago, and it was my first ever sim story, so I’m no expert! But all I can really say is once you have an idea, you’ve just got to roll with it! Don’t worry too much about what other people will think, just write it because you enjoy it! When I first started posting my story posts would only get 15-20 notes, but I didn’t care, because I was enjoying myself!

I really hope the masterpost gives you a little inspiration! If you want to talk about it some more, send me a message! 💕

anonymous asked:

request for the angst queen with a prompt where one of the gods take over Noct's s/o's body (like Shiva w Gentiana) and their no longer the person he fell in love with. Also thank you two so much bc you inspired me to start my own side blog (take-pitioss-on-me) and I'd be blessed if y'all would check it out. 💚

Alrighty, while I’d like to point out that Shiva actually is Gentiana, I really really enjoy this concept you’ve suggested. (And I rly rly love Noct ok?) 

This was a difficult one to craft while trying to somewhat stay true to canon— something I always strive to do in some kind of regard. So I had to take some liberties with the (very vague) lore of FFXV. Roll with it my dudes.

SO! With that being said.

On with the pain train!

{1,611 words}

It started after Altissia.

After you finally woke.

The healers said that they were certain you’d never open your eyes again. Noctis never left your side upon waking to find that everything had crumbled around him. He held on to your hand as if it was the only thing keeping him balanced in this wretched world— where heroes die too soon and the innocent far too young.

He had been told by Ignis how it had happened. Who it had been. The same man who stole his eyes and Luna’s life.

The day that you woke, Noctis was resting his forehead in the palm of your limp hand, caressing your wrist when your thumb twitched against his temple. He assumed it to be another one of his fragmented daydreams, the ones where you finally opened your eyes and he took you into his arms.

He realized it to be nothing short of reality when he pulled back, watching your eyes flutter as he gripped your hand. Yes, nothing short of reality because when your clear eyes opened, they were anything but relieved.

You stared at him as if you had lost your mind.

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anonymous asked:

'tis i, with a genuine question for once! do you think dark, because he's the opposite of mark, likes the ocean and dislikes space? i personally sorta think that dark would at least have an admiration for space bc of the majesty and awe-inspiring terror of it, but he wouldn't have the same love for it that mark does. i think the ocean is more anti's thing, because he likes how different and shifting its moods can be and how varied its wildlife is. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ [k]

i absolutely love of the idea of dark loving the ocean while mark has a fear of it. it’s one of my favorite headcanons about him. but on the topic of space, i can see dark respecting space and mark’s love for it. dark especially loves it at night when it’s completely clear out and you can see all the stars. he usually pulls mark outside as well and listens to mark ramble on about space. but dark adds in his own snarky comments too.

as for anti, i always thought of him liking the web and the deep web, like anti can find things at the deepest darkest things in it and always manages to get out scot free. he’s pretty much the hacker of hackers, or something like that. idk

anonymous asked:

Can we have a cute scenario where Sidon's s/o is too shy/embarrassed to ask him for swimming lessons so they ask the Zora children to show them the ropes? How would Sidon react to his s/o playing with the Zora chlldren? (I'm sorry but they are just too cute OMG! Btw I freakin love your writing! I feel really inspired to maybe write a short fic or two based on your headcannons! <3 Stay awesome! :D)

If you do write those fics, PLEASE send a link to me, I’d be glad to reblog it and read it so many times over!

Also this is so fricking cute! My heart!

-Mod Pinks

Kids teaching s/o how to swim(Sidon)

The river was quiet that day, and Sidon appreciated it, laying on the surface and letting the river float him down. It felt nice to not have to swim back to the Zora Domain after such a long journey up river to take care of some business, truly, it did. It relaxed him and gave him time to think about things, such as what to tell his father when he returned, what other business the court might have for him, and, of course, his beloved (Name). 

When they had last spoken, (Name) had looked like they had wanted to say something, and despite his best efforts, the prince had been completely unable to find out what they had wanted, instead leaving with their words of “Later, it’s not important.” Perhaps tonight, when all was said and done, he could take them to the tower for a quiet moment to talk and figure things out. Yes, that would be the best choic-

Laughter. That was laughter he was hearing, and not too far away from the city. This part of the river was known for being a popular spot for young ones and old ones alike to swim and play in, enjoying the weaker current and the proximity to the city, so the fact he heard laughter didn’t surprise him.

It was the fact that it was (Name)’s laughter, in the middle of a river, despite them not being able to swim. 

Curiosity got the better of him, so he swam quietly to turn the corner sneakily to see what was happening.

And felt his heart explode. 

There in the water was his (Name), splashing and having fun, all while playing with a group of small Zora children, who were laughing in time with them. And from the way they were interacting, it was easy to tell that the young ones had been to teach them to swim and were now testing how far they could go in the shallow water by playing with them.

Would he later on swim behind them and join in the fun? Absolutely.

But for now?

For now, he settled against the warm stone, satisfied with laying on it while watching his (Name) playing with the young ones, imagining the day that they would be playing with a special group of children, all their own.