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“Thank you, Ray”

It’s easy to forget who you really are when you pretend for too long

(…..I wanted to draw crying Zarc probably…)

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*wheezes* (Please click for better quality…!!)

Very late, but I wanted to get this dang thing finally over and done with ;A; For Day 4 of Voltron Week: Day Off/Vacation. The Paladins have some time off so Allura starts teaching them one of her favorite Altean pastimes: dancing! 

Meanwhile Coran… the little princess he took care of is not so little any more, and all these Altean dances bring back memories and it really hits them both that they are the last to pass on their traditions to others…sorry my thoughts got a bit heavy– also! First time drawing Coran!! 

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm sorry if this sounds rude but you mentioned your friends are giving up fic writing? And that you came close to.I notice writers get much fewer rebblogs than artists but I didn't know it's that bad. Who are you talking about and do you guys talk about this, like is there a chatroom for writers?

Hi anon! This isn’t rude at all, don’t worry! This is going to be a bit of a long answer, so bear with me :’)

I don’t know if I can mention names here, I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, so I can’t really give you more details than I already have: I am friends with this person and they probably won’t be writing fanfics anymore.
I can tell you though that I’ve also spent most of the last couple of weeks wondering if there was still a point in posting my writing at all.

The thing is, writers barely get any feedback. Especially ones that aren’t insanely popular. We pour so much of ourselves into our writing, so it’s incredibly discouraging to barely get any comments, kudos, likes or reblogs.

In my personal experience, tumblr is an awful place for writers. I’ve got a decent-sized following on ao3 I think (though I don’t have much to compare to) and even there, with more than 100 people subscribed to me, I only tend to get around… 5 or 6 comments max per fic that are actually reviews (as in, comments with more content than “please update soon” or “this was nice”) - which is already more than I know many of my writer friends get.
On tumblr, I’m lucky if two or three people reblog my work, and that’s exactly the problem: Who’s going to see it if no one reblogs it? Likes are fine and of course I appreciate those, too, but in the bigger picture they’re meaningless.
Once a fic is done, it’s done. It’s out there then, and I can’t keep reblogging my own posts again and again in the hopes that someone will pay attention to them. I get one shot, maybe two if I reblog my fic again for people in other timezones, but that’s pretty much it. I’m not surprised that it’s gotten so frustrating that it makes people want to quit.

…as for your other question - I don’t know if there’s any larger chatroom or space for writers. I know some people have group chats, but it’s mostly a private thing, as far as I know? I’m really not a big name in this fandom so there might be a lot of stuff going on that I don’t know about.

As for me - I just message people a lot, with the tumblr feature, or on skype or snapchat if I know them better. I’m open to any and all conversations (most of mine with other writers started by me yelling at them about how much I love their work ^^), so if you want to talk to me please don’t hesitate to shoot me a message. That’s what they’re for, after all? My ask’s always open, and I don’t mind private messages either.

In any case - there’s quite a few people in my immediate vicinity that I’ve talked to and I consider friends - many of them are writers, some are artists, some do both, some do neither. I talk about this problem (of wanting to write, but barely receiving any feedback, of feeling like we’re wasting our time) to pretty much anyone who will listen, but it’s frustrating because I don’t have the influence to change anything. Of course I’ll try to keep my fellow writers motivated and try to change their minds about giving up, but there’s only so much I can do, and in the end it’s their decision. Most writers I’ve talked to really enjoy writing fanfics, and it takes quite a bit of disappointment to get you to the point where you want to just… stop. So… yes, it’s a big problem.

I’m going to wrap this up now, but… again, I cannot emphasize enough how important comments are to writers. I’ve talked to some people who’ve said they’re not sure if their comments will even make a difference, because they feel they haven’t got anything interesting to say - picture it this way. As a writer, I’m standing on a stage and presenting a thing, and in response, about twenty people give me polite nods (kudos, likes) and four actually start clapping. But there’s like two hundred people (hits) standing in this room, and I kind of feel stupid now.
All comments matter. At this point, they might save you your writers. Because with less and less feedback, there’s less and less incentive to actually post things.

I can’t say much for other fandoms because it’s been a while since I’ve written substantially for anything but Haikyuu, which is still a relatively active fandom? But I get the feeling that’s starting to wear off, too.

Enthusiasm shifts, and I get that. But if you still enjoy an author’s work, please, please, by all means leave them a comment. Otherwise it might be the last work you read from them.

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She made broken look beautiful
and strong look invincible.
She walked with the Universe
on her shoulders and made it
look like a pair of wings.

Ariana Dancu

the signs crying

check moon!

Aries: Look at the slightly angered, pained face. She is crying. And these teardrops are not made out of water. They’re like heavy drops of fire, smashing from the sky on the ground. After the flame burned down, you’ll see tiny, yellow flowers growing out of the ashes.

Taurus:The angels cry, oh, how the Angels cry. Those holy tears, do not dare and try catch them, therefore the angel will be even more hurt. Watch his beautiful face, even saddened it is out of our realm. But despite the outer, pretty shell do not forget: the cries out of pain are real.

Gemini: When a pixie cries, these tears will sting on your skin. Like little syringes they go their way far into your veins. Maybe the pixie will be wiser, next time she tries to play with the gnomes. Be quiet - maybe you can hear her. Echoing sounds of her doleful, pained voice, and the sound of ringing bells, when she flies away to hide her face.

Cancer: This is a cascade. A tsunami you cannot survive. Once the water has swallowed you, you’ll stay under water for as long as it wants you to be. And so are his tears. So is his sorrowful sobbing, every time he tries to catch his breath, every time he reaches for air.

Leo: You can hear it, see it, even smell it. These tears smell like antique, expensive perfume of an old Hollywood star. With a torn, dirtied dress, our forgotten Marilyn Monroe sits on a bench, her sobs can be even heard from the next street. A tiny amount of golden fluid can be found in her big teardrops.

Virgo: Is this snow falling on the ground? Or is it her iced tears? Beautifully they reflect in the sunlight, they are perfect, just as perfect as she tried to be. Oh dear, what a poor little girl. After all, when she sits in her room - so quietly and still - you’ll never see the art she does.

Libra: Imagine it: a flower girl. With big, green eyes and bowed, full lips, her petite sobs may be overheard easily, but she just tries to be as pleasurable as possible and to keep up her beauty. Her tears are full of deadly poison, the air she breathed was polluted by us.
Water her, please

Scorpio: The smell of iron is in the air again. The Scorpio has cried pure blood this morning. You can feel it. The air is still vibrant and every and each deep emotion and every and each part of their strength and power was put in the process. Don’t step in puddle of blood. It can sting like acid.

Sagittarius: Ashy, grayish, salty drops are falling from her checks down on the ground. While she runs through the woodland, the sun is rising carefully, not daring to wake up the world now. Birds are chirping but fly away quickly as they see that the teardrops transform into magma. Magma that crushed every living being underneath it.

Capricorn: It was eyes like the one of a wolf that started at you. Focusing. They hissed ‘get lost!’, because it was simply mere irritation, maybe even some kind of pride, what made him act this way. And tonight the wolf was howling. Like he was lost. Like he was left by his pack. The loneliest wolf, the must hurt, the most misunderstood. The day after you saw clues for his presence, as he left traces in the mud. But you never saw him cry his big wolf tears yourself. You never will.

Aquarius: Silence. Listen well. There will be silence first, before you will hear the sound of a single, small waterproof touching the surface There is nothing in the room, till this tall bucket of water. It’s been standing here for god knows who long. Just this crack in the roof is filling it with a tiny amount of water per day. Today it will be enough water for it to overflow.

Pisces: Alice is crying. Alice is crying, and so she is crying a sea of sweetened honey tear drops. In the sea is living every kind of creature, from the smallest fish, to the biggest, bluest whale. Even mermaids can be found in here. But our Alice is not watching, she just carries on in her paper boat.