i've been meaning to draw something for this for a while

yes, i can stick magnets on my arm.

but i only do it for a good cause. the letters are magnetic. repainting the arm is too much work

steve decided he wanted to draw this because the last time i did something like this there wasn’t anything to prove it had happened. (last time i painted ‘die nazi scum’ on the side of a tank which id stolen from the nazis. the 40s were a wild time my friends)

(This is for sale on redbubble, both with and without the text and red circle. A black background version is under the cut, just because it looks cool.)

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anonymous asked:

hi viria i have a problem im dealing with right now ;; in my fandom genderswaps/bends are growing ever more popular and more and more big art/fic creators are accepting and supporting them. as someone trans i've been trying to educate people on how harmful it is, but as more & more 'big' or 'popular' accounts publicly enjoy them, its harder & harder to have an audience that will listen. i used to enjoy genderswaps myself but now ive come to see how truly harmful they are. i want to keep (1/6)

trying to educate ppl but soon it will be near impossible to convey my message as almost a whole of my fandom will just come to accept them and love them so much they wont listen ;; do you have any words to say from your perspective as an artist or from any other standpoint? even just a small word would mean so much, this trend is growing more and more rapidly and stronger every time a fic or piece of art supporting it is produced ;; (2/6) 

i come to you asking such a thing because there are fewer and fewer people that share the same belief as me that it is bad. the argument defending it seems very convincing to many. some trans/qenderqueer/nonbinary people find it enjoyable and comforting but those that are on the opposite spectrum - ppl like me who feel dysphoric and invalidated by it - are in the end told to deal with it and let ppl write/draw what they want and just avoid it since its a comfort to some. another argument (3/6)

is of artistic liscense: you should be able to make whatever you want and this is strengthened by the fact doing so comforts some trans/gq people. but i feel forgotten. do the people that are hurt by it not matter? i feel ashamed now when i try to put out my msg. but i just want to feel a little more normal within my fandomspace. i want to feel like i exist. yet hardly anyone will listen. it’s not longer something i and my friends can avoid and never really was, because it is harmful and (4/6) 

we have a right to speak out against harmful things, yes? i am finding it harder and harder to believe it. i really just yearn to feel normal as the people that are consoled by genderswapping feel normal. i feel i should mention i do remember when you made genderswap art and were educated and apologized, i have gone through the same process myself. i hope i am not bringing up bad memories and apologize if i happen to ;; please, if you could give just a few words yourself it (5/6)   

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Hello! I’m sorry, I think my askbox managed to eat the last part of your message, so it’s not entirely full! But I feel like I get enough information from these parts nonetheless. 

First of all, please, please, try to not let any strangers on the internet make you feel abnormal. I feel like it must be very hard to be put in such a space, but as much as you can, please focus on the people who DO share your opinion on this. As much as it might not look like it, I am sure many people (even out of those who still do genderswaps) mean no harm, don’t yet know how hurtful it is for some other people and WILL listen to you!

I remember when people educated me over this, there were so many who thought that…how to put it. That I think very very bad of transgender people, while I, at that point, didn’t really know much about this issue. When it doesn’t happen to you, it’s not always the thing that crosses your mind. I feel like people who explain why and how this is wrong to artists, especially with their point of view, do help to fuel a thought in someone’s mind, offer them to think about it if they didn’t have the option before.

I try to be hopeful for people, I want to think that even if genderswaps are popular, there are still many empathic people who will listen to you, and who will understand how you feel.

For many it comes to a choice: whether they enjoy genderswaps enough to still draw it when they know how much it upsets some people. It was very fun to draw, but I don’t want to be the cause of someone’s distress by doing it. So… I want to think many people might share my choice. 

I’d say…if you choose to explain your point of view to people who still do genderswaps, try to not make bashing someone the first thing you write them. It might cause anger and defense, and it might not lead anywhere. Back then I was “educated” in a way that made me cry my eyes out, but it’s not something everyone will be willing to go through. For me, it wasn’t people who yelled at me what a piece of crap I was, but people who really explained what they felt that made me think on this topic more. Keep in mind that there still might be people who don’t yet know your point of view. What they see - is the pictures on the internet, people do them, so they assume it’s okay. You don’t usually think “Hm, what can possibly be wrong with this picture?” about drawings you see on the internet. 

As for your safe place, I think you have already done that, block all the genderswap tags to try to avoid on your dashboard. Even if there are people who stop doing them, there will most likely still be people who just started, simply because there are so so many. You don’t want to stress out because of something the stranger did from the other side of the globe.

I’m sorry if this is zero help, I know there is no way to change everyone’s opinion or to inform everyone, but please, don’t lose yourself with this. You are you and you are important, what you feel is absolutely legit and valid, remember it!

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anonymous asked:

Hello there; I've been looking through your blog and, as many others say, I just ADORE your art! I was also wondering if you could give me some advice. For quite a few months now I've utterly lost all motivation to draw. I want to go into something with art, so this devastates me, and whenever I try to draw I just get so easily frustrated. I've been an avid artist since I can remember, so for me to suddenly not want to draw for months on end really concerns me. Any suggestions to fix this?

(hi!! apologies for the late reply. i hope this can still be of some help to you despite that!)

i think that’s a feeling every artist struggles with at some point. you love art, you love making art, and it’s immensely frustrating when that suddenly doesn’t work out despite all the effort you’ve been putting in. and then you start to lose motivation, question yourself and everything you’re doing, and it’s a vicious cycle that’s really hard to break out of. so what can we do?

well, here’s a thing. let’s call it the productivity branch.

i feel like my own creative cycles are very seasonal. not in the sense that my creativity depends on the season, but rather that my creativity itself goes through different seasons.

  • spring: new ideas, motivation, productivity still low 
  • summer: lots of ideas and very productive
  • autumn: still productive drawing leftover ideas, but new ideas are harder to come by. and then 
  • winter: nothing. art-block. lack of ideas, everything-sucks-syndrome, no motivation, the creative part of my brain is basically hibernating

that’s you up there. you’re in a creative winter right now. and without any inspiration or motivation it’ll be hard to find a way to cross that gap over to a new spring (pls bear with the cheesy analogies). and if your cut yourself off from inspirational influence you might start to think that, hey, this isn’t so bad. i mean, who needs spring right? just means you have to do things. be active. yikes. winter’s pretty chill. haha. 

but don’t do that. it’ll come around and bite you at some point, because that lack of motivation and activity might start to seep into other parts of your life, not just the creative one, and you don’t want that.

so! when you don’t have ideas and motivation to create, then don’t create. but instead make an effort to inspire yourself. inspiration entails motivation (and vice versa).

  • read books, short stories, poems, science articles, anything
  • go on walks, explore your surroundings, if affordable maybe even go somewhere farther away
  • let people tell you stories
  • listen to new music
  • try things you haven’t done before (deliberately break old habits)
  • go through other people’s inspiration blogs
  • collaborate with a friend
  • get really invested in something, talk to others about it
  • watch movies, animated shorts, documentaries 
  • or speedpaintings and art tutorials
  • try different techniques, or new brushes
  • look at art that’s so inspiring that you can’t believe you’re still just sitting there not drawing anything yourself
  • and most importantly, be receptive. take in the world around you, rearrange it in your head, and draw whatever you end up with. that’s the core of what creativity is

think about what you want to achieve. make your friends smile? draw something really cool you can print out and hang up in your room? touch people’s hearts? deliver a message? whatever it is, and however small or inconsequential it might seem, keep it in mind. it’s your light at the end of the tunnel.

if want to keep drawing for the sake of muscle memory while you’re still looking for your inspiration: 

  • illustrate your daily activities
  • draw a random shape or find one in a photo (clouds are ideal for this) and turn it into a character or object
  • pick different pictures and combine elements from each of them into one drawing
  • do plain ol’ studies 
  • basically don’t try to come up with things completely from scratch. find something to work with and go from there. that will save you the mentally draining task of coming up with a subject, so you can start actively drawing right away

if you still can’t make yourself pick up a pen, make a schedule. train your brain to turn its creative gears at a specific time of the day, make that a habit. do it for pavlov

approach drawing with the awareness that what you create might suck, especially when you’re out of practice, but this doesn’t mean that it will always suck, and it doesn’t mean you suck. if you learn to dissociate your current creative achievements from your worth as a person and your future potential you will get back to work a lot easier, improve faster, and be more resistant to setbacks. 

find something that makes it worth the effort of working through the frustration. 

you might need to try a lot of different things because everyone copes with this differently, and even when a method worked once that doesn’t mean it always will. so start trying! you can only find inspiration if you start looking for it. 👍

tetsuroupapi  asked:

Hey Nina. This is kinda a depressing question, but my prompto cosplay is not going how I want and I have to wear it in two days to my school. But I'm really questioning that because 1. it just looks funky and 2. I don't want people making fun of me. Though it is only the 3rd cosplay I've made, I'm losing my confidence in all of my cosplay plans for the future. I'm a perfectionist and I compare myself to others so much. Since you seem like a really helpful & nice person, how do I deal with this?

First off: I’m very sorry for likely replying after the fact. It’s extremely difficult for me to keep up with my inbox on this site (especially for messages that need a lengthier answer like this), so I don’t always get to respond to inquiries with a quick turn-around. I hope your event at school ended up going well, though!

Secondly: I’m so proud of you for tackling a project outside of your comfort zone to push your skills! It’s important for artists to do that; it’s what helps us grow and learn and most of all, improve. The worst thing you can do as an artist is never push yourself or try new things. It’ll make you stagnate and cause your progress to plateau. So good job for attempting such a difficult costume so early in your cosplay journey!

Thirdly: Yes, Prompto is an extremely challenging costume. It involves a ton of little techniques and details that aren’t apparent at a first glance, and as a result, it’s a project that can get easily overwhelming. (Trust me: been there, done that!) So it’s no wonder you’re feeling frustrated, especially as a novice cosplayer! In which case, my recommendation from here on out would be that the next time you feel frustrated with your progress, take a step back. Evaluate what you don’t like and assess what you need to change in order to be happier with the final results. Don’t like the plaid you chose? Rip it off and find something else. Not happy with the paint job on the shirt? Start over. Take your time and use a different method. Unhappy with your wig styling? Wash out all the hair product and try again. There is no shame in remaking something two, three, four, or more times. Keep remaking it until you’re happy with it, even if it takes 10+ attempts. You will have so much more fun wearing something you’re proud of rather than something you just “settled” for or finished half-heartedly. (Also, on the note of budgeting: budget for this. Set money aside as a “back-up” fund in case things go wrong and you need more materials. That money should always be included in your original estimations! And if you end up not needing it? Cool, treat yourself in the Artist Alley.)

Lastly, and perhaps the most importantly: be more forgiving and let yourself make mistakes. You’re still learning. You’re still teaching yourself these skills. You have just started making costumes. Yaya’s first costumes were not perfect. Kamui’s first armor build was not flawless. Jessica started out with a Pikachu bikini and now she’s making stuff like this. Heck, look, here’s my first real cosplay that I made versus my most recent:

It’s taken me ten years to get this far. Why? Because for a lot of those years, I didn’t push myself. I stayed in my comfort zone. I chose projects that didn’t teach me new skills or force me to work with new materials. It wasn’t until the last 4 years that I’ve really been focused on my craftsmanship and improving my skills, and that is what has allowed me to finish costumes like Sheik, Rapidash, and yes, Prompto too.

I know it’s hard. I know it’s frustrating. But you’re doing the right thing by attempting more difficult projects. Just remember that the frustration is part of the learning process. It’s good to get frustrated because it means you care and want to push yourself harder. It’s good to have high standards for your work because it means you’ll always strive to do your best.

However: it’s important to not let this frustration stunt your growth. Acknowledge your frustration, accept it, and learn to manage it. Take breaks while working. Don’t be afraid to revisit the drawing board. Set the costume aside and practice the skills you need to finish it before making another attempt. And again: forgive yourself for making mistakes. Yaya, Kamui, and Jess make them all the time. And you can bet your patootie I do, too. (Anyone who’s watched my livestreams knows that I mess up quite a bit, haha!)

Whether or not you ended up wearing it to school, I hope your Prompto cosplay turns out in a way that makes you happy! Don’t give up; work smarter, not harder. You’ve got this! <3

It’s Ennoshita’s birthday!!!! And what better day to throw at you my newly acquired Ennoshita ship? Literally none, because there’s no good day for this nonsense, but have it anyway!  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

anonymous asked:

Hey! Hope you are having a lovely day... I know you are not taking any prompts but I've been having a really bad week and well.. I don't know why but the thought of max lord coming back at the DEO as a consultant has been haunting me for a while .. I mean max flirting with Alex, he doesn't know she is dating Maggie and she is there ...

“I told you, we don’t need his help – “

“But we do, Alex. I don’t like the man any more than you do, but he is the foremost expert on this kind of technology, whether we approve of him as a person or – “

“Aw, Director Henshaw, it’s always good to hear a compliment from a man of your disposition.”

Alex tenses at the sound of his voice – but slightly, slightly, so that only J’onn and Maggie notice – and J’onn just rolls his eyes.

“Your expertise doesn’t make it worth my time or energy to go so far as to compliment you, Mr. Lord,” J’onn deadpans, and Alex smirks and turns around, just as Maxwell Lord is stepping into her space.

Close into her space.

“Agent Danvers. As mysteriously beautiful as ever. I like what you’re doing with your hair; it’s less straight now, are you using new products?”

Winn snorts without turning from his computer console and Maggie shares a silent smirk with him.

“The only new product I’m interested in discussing with you is this weapon. That’s all, Max.”

“You mean to tell me you didn’t call me here because you missed me? Shame, Agent Danvers. Shame. But we’ll get there.”

J’onn glances at Maggie and her eyes are tense, her eyes are alert, but this is Alex Danvers, and Alex Danvers can take care of herself, and she swears to herself that she’ll respect that.

But that doesn’t mean she can’t put her body between his and Alex’s, because she knows Alex, and she knows her face is blank and her eyes are sarcasm and wit, but she knows her skin is crawling.

“Maggie Sawyer, NCPD Science Division,” she steps forward and puts out her hand.

Max’s eyes sweep her body briefly, and Alex can’t tell whether he’s checking her out sexually or cataloguing all her body language for a psychological profile. She hates it either way.

“I see I’m not the only local assistance you’re bringing in. Good for you, Director Henshaw: pride costs us more than hunger, or in this case, annihilation.”

Alex rolls her eyes and strides abruptly toward the lab.

“This way.”

He follows, and Maggie watches, Maggie helps, Maggie observes, as – when he actually focuses on the science – Alex and Max work well together.

Maxwell Lord is a world-renowned genius: a stirring of pride swells in Maggie’s chest that her girlfriend not only keeps up with him easily, but outpaces him, surprises him, comes up with things that make his eyebrows rise in surprised delight.

But anger also boils in her blood, because in the moments when Alex is bent over a microscope and he moves to see next, he stands way too close to her body. His eyes trickle down her neckline, and Maggie sees Alex tense in a way the supposed genius doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care about.

His off-handed comments about her missing him, about her missing them, even though Maggie knows – and Alex knows, and hell, even Max knows – there was never a them, build and build and build.

And Maggie swore she wouldn’t be possessive; swore she would let Alex fight her own battles; but as the afternoon draws on, Alex is looking more and more exhausted, more and more frustrated, more and more resigned to having to put up with his incessant flirting until they’re through with his knowledge.

But those days – the days of Alex having to push down her feelings – are over.

So Maggie takes a deep breath and Maggie passes behind Alex and slips her hand from her waist across the small of her back. Alex knows her touch, knows her hands, knows her gentleness, even while staring hard into a microscope lens, and she smiles.

It’s that smile that lets Maggie know that Alex is comfortable, that Alex is ready, that Alex has nothing to hide.

“Babe, have you thought about asking Supergirl to call Star Labs? Because we were talking about it, just randomly, and I think I remember her saying something about a cold gun, and I’m thinking we could adapt some of the principles to – “

“Oh my god, Mags, you’re a genius,” Alex splutters, and blows past Max to get to Maggie, to frame her face with her hands, and kiss her full on the mouth.

Max blinks and he stares and he grimaces.

“So that’s why we never got anywhere, Agent Danvers: you – “

“No. No no no, stop right there, Max. We never got anywhere because you’re a pretentious, selfish asshole. Also, I’m a lesbian. The things are completely unrelated.”

Maggie smirks and Max blinks rapidly and Alex nearly pats her own self on the back.

One of the agents assigned to keeping an eye on Max smirks while the other lets out a soft sigh as he passes his grinning colleague a crisp fifty dollar bill.

“Told you Agent Danvers would snap first. You owe Director Henshaw a twenty, too.”

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Punk vs Pastel

A fic for the Carry On Countdown

“I mean, who does he think he is?” Simon hisses through a mouthful of cherry scone.  I look up from my textbook and follow Simon’s gaze to where Baz is sitting across the room, facing the other way.

           “I don’t know, Simon,” I sigh, “how dare he have the audacity to wear eyeliner?”

           “Exactly!”

           I roll my eyes and sip my coffee.  Simon had always had an odd obsession with Baz, although perhaps paranoia is closer to the mark.

           “Penny,” he elbows me gently, “what do you think he’s plotting?”

           “Honestly?  Nothing.”

           He turns to me, looking betrayed.  “Baz is always plotting, you know that.”

           “Do I, Simon?” I raise an eyebrow.  “If I had a scone for every time you were convinced he was plotting and it turned out to be nothing, I’d have too many scones to count. Besides, what dastardly plan could he possibly have that involves wearing eyeliner?”

           “It’s to distract me,” he assures me, “to slow down my progress.  To get inside my head.”

           “Si, that happened long ago.”

           He frowns.  “Whatever.  We’ve got to do something.”

           “We?  Oh, no. If you have something against Baz’s style choices, you can deal with it yourself.  I’m not getting involved.”

           “Oh, I’ll deal with it,” he murmurs, almost to himself.  “I’ll give him something to think about.”

 

The next morning, Simon marches into the dining hall with pastel pink hair and triumph in his smirk. He drops into his seat next to me with a tray full of cherry scones and seems more relaxed than I’ve seen him in a long time.

           “Morning, Penny.”

           “Morning, Simon.”

           “Notice anything different?”

           “Nope.”

           He shoots me a look.

           “Of course I do,” I relent, “and it looks good.”

           Simon grins.  “It drove Baz mad.”

           “Are you sure?  Baz is sort of in a constant state of mad.”

           “Oh, I’m sure,” he chuckles, “I’ve never seen him look so flustered.”

           “When did you even do this?”

           “Last night.  I got some pink hair dye from Trixie.”

           I choke on my scone.  “You dragged my roommate into this?”

           “It’s no big deal,” he brushes it off, “she has like twenty boxes of the stuff, in all different colours.  She said she would dye my hair anytime.”

           “Hopefully this game won’t last that long,” I mutter.

 

It does.  It lasts that long.

           Because on Monday, Baz is wearing a black leather jacket with gold studs on the shoulders.  

           And on Tuesday, Simon deviates from his Watford uniform and shows up wearing a knitted sweater in a softer shade of yellow than I would have thought possible.

           I start a series of sketches.  I’ve never been much of an artist, but suddenly my margins are filling up with the latest installments of this fashion war.  I mentally title the series “Punk vs Pastel”.

           Here I’d thought Simon and Baz were already rivals on every possible medium.  Clearly I was wrong.  Those two could make a battle out of a butterfly.

           A week later, after they’ve both had the chance to get out and go shopping, Baz adds ripped black jeans to the ensemble while Simon adds light-wash jeans.  Baz gets combat boots.  Simon gets Converse in a pink that matches his hair, that is until he enlists Trixie’s help again and switches to lilac.  I start using coloured pencils in my drawings.  Because what would this war be without the colours?

           Baz slicks back his hair with gel.

           Simon wears a flower crown of rosebuds.

           Baz gets black lipstick.

           I can only imagine what the two of them living together must be like right now.

           I get my answer the next day, when I find a smudge of that black lipstick on Simon’s chin and a dazed look in his eyes.

           I pretend not to see.

           But I smile to myself.  

           And of course, I add the smudge to my sketch.

anonymous asked:

Happy birthday! I <3 your writing and this is so sweet! If possible, I'D love some modern-day domestic bellarke arranged marriage for something like adoption reasons and cute parental bellarke if you can swing it!

Thank you so much anon! Hope you like it!

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“Thank f– goodness, I thought you’d never get here.”

Bellamy smirks and holds his hands out for Sophie, who is babbling and reaching for him. She’s always been a friendly baby– takes after Wells in that respect, he thinks– and he’s been around enough the past few months that she’s used to him, but it always makes him a little smug that she likes him enough to leave her favorite place, which is Clarke’s arms.

“What’s going on?” He asks, wincing when chubby little hands clench at his hair. Clarke makes a tutting noise and works his hair out of Sophie’s grasp, giving her a toy to hold instead. The baby immediately puts the stuffed giraffe’s ear in her mouth, which Bellamy takes as her seal of approval.

“Come inside,” Clarke sighs, running a hand over her disheveled braid and making a face. Hair-pulling has been a pretty common theme lately, just another thing Clarke had to adjust to after being suddenly thrust into parenthood.

Bellamy was a little surprised she wanted to take the kid. Thelonius had kept Sophie for a while immediately after the accident that killed Wells and Maya, but that hadn’t been a permanent solution. He and Clarke had sat down with a social worker, who suggested that Clarke take Sophie on a trial basis, a few months after which they would all decide if it was the right placement for the eight-month-old.

It hasn’t been easy going. Clarke had no idea what to do with a baby, so naturally she’d called in reinforcements (Bellamy for the most part, Abby on occasion). He spent a lot of nights on Clarke’s couch at the beginning, but after a few weeks she decided she needed to be able to handle it more on her own if she was seriously going to consider adopting.

(Bellamy still worries about her, of course, and still comes over all the time, but if he calls it hanging out instead of helping out, she allows it.)

So he’s pretty surprised when he gets an SOS text a week or so before Sophie’s first birthday.

“Seriously,” he says, the baby looking up at him with her big brown eyes, giraffe securely in mouth. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.” He can hear the fatigue in her voice more clearly now and it makes him frown. “I had an appointment with Anya today.”

“The social worker?”

“Yeah.” When she sinks to the couch, she pulls her knees up against her chest, smiling a little as Sophie tucks her head under Bellamy’s chin, her eyelids drooping. It’s probably time for her nap soon.

“Did you guys get started on the adoption paperwork?”

“Not exactly.” Clarke bites her lip. “It turns out I might not get to keep her.”

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Upgrade

Summary: Genos gets a minor upgrade, and Saitama is intrigued.

Words: ~1300

Rating/pairing: General. Saitama/Genos fluff, pre-relationship

Note: I wrote this mostly to try and get something written. It’s silly with just a touch of feels.

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silverskye13  asked:

Hello! I've been really admiring your colored pencil work and was wondering if you had any tips or suggestions on how to blend colors? Or maybe any good references/tutorials I could look at? Thank you very much regardless, and I hope you have a good day!

Hi ! I hope you don’t mind me publishing this publicly, because I’ve been thinking about sharing some traditional art tips I’ve discovered over the years and this ask is the perfect occasion to do it.

Okay first of all I’m self-taught and never been to art school so maybe some the things I’m gonna say are actually bad ! Take it with a grain of salt and experiment yourself ! Also this is gonna be about coloured pencils only so… Yeah.

Okay so :

- I know the tool doesn’t make the artist but when it comes to coloured pencils it makes a great fucken difference whether your pencils are 1euro offbrand Rik et Rok at Auchan or… Better quality. If you’re really determined to work traditionally with pencils, you should think about getting some good pencils, where they have more pigment and a thicker consistence. I’m partial to Faber-Castell Polychromos but they’re very pricey so if you find another good brand that’s cheaper go for it (also hit me up ahah)

- Every brand is different. As I said, I primarily use Faber-Castell but recently my aunt gave me another brand that is a also “quality brand” (I don’t have the box at my flat so I don’t remember the name) but while the colours were really vibrant they also spread and smudged much more easily. I didn’t really like it, but if you’re used to it, I’m sure you can do great stuff !

- Also, use untextured paper. I don’t know why they say grainy paper is ideal for pencils ahah ^^ It gives a weird pixel effect when you scan it because of the tiny white holes you can’t fill with your pencil. I like smooth Canson paper better ! I use Exacompta paper but I mean there are a ton of brands who offer the same stuff.

- You can sketch with a mechanical pencil and everything but you shouldn’t keep graphite pencil on your page when you colour, otherwise your colours are going to get a weird greyish colour and it’s just Ugly. For me it’s the hard part of drawing digitally: I sketch with a mechanical pencil, then I take a coloured pencil and erase every line to trace over it with the coloured pencil. It’s boring and hard but it’s for the greater good.

- When you line with the coloured pencil, take an “in between colour”, like that’s what I call some colours that blend well with everything ? Because lines will smudge so you want to avoid clashes. Dark colours such as purple or black I tend to avoid because huge dark smudges aren’t a good look, unless you’re going for something in that colour palette. Same for all other colours, especially blues (cause the SECOND you use yellow it’s Over - be super careful with yellow and blue I’m warning you so you can avoid my fate). I usually take a deep pink (magenta) because pink is the ideal blend colour since it’s between warm and cool tones. Sometimes when I want to go for a more natural look I use browns that blend well too.

- Also once you’re done colouring reline everything because smudged/less clear/less vibrant lines

- I tend to line everything with the same colour so there is continuity within the drawing. I use other colours for when I want a certain item to pop up.

- Pink is your ultimate best friend. Want to make that gradient between yellow and blue ? Use pink in the middle. It works for everything. I love pink.

- The trick is, go lightly at first, then add more and more layers. Think a bit like digital layers ? You do your flats first (rough colours, you don’t even have to fill it all properly like you can leave some white), then you put a layer of another colour (usually with the strokes in another direction like if your first colour has vertical strokes then go horizontally or diagonally), then another, then another again, and you refine that shit until it looks good.

- If you go on my earliest art pages you’ll see that my art wasn’t as well coloured as it is right now. Shit was LIGHT AS FUCK (and I kept complaining that I wasn’t able to get deep colours ahah). As with all shit, it’s gonna take a while to get it right.

- I hate colouring clothes so my Bullshit Secret Technique is horizontal or kinda wavy/following the movement of the clothing crosshatching with a lot of colours until it makes a decent gradient (see  all of my drawings in April 2016)

- Single coloured flats are hard. Get one colour, then get another colour and draw over your flat. Okay it won’t be all the same colour but 1) nuances are good 2it’s easier for some reason. Maybe it’s just in your head ? I don’t know.

- If you can get one of these small eraser pens like pens but they’re erasers, get them, especially to erase your sketch, it saves lives. At least it saved mine. It’s so much easier to erase one line at a time than erase everything then lose track of where was what.

- Get a white gel ink pen for highlights and tiny sparkling stuff
- Know where the light parts of your drawing are going to be beforehand because there’s no way to get them back once they’re gone.

- Get a tablet and draw digitally. You can do much more stuff much more easily. Patterns ? Highlights ? Fluorescence ? Ctrl-Z ? Flats ? Resizing ? Last-minute glow in the dark ? Can’t do that traditionally. It’s too late for me cause I’d have to relearn everything and I’m lazy but if you’re getting started draw digitally.

- Otherwise add tiny sparkling stuff it’s really lovely.

Aaand here ! I don’t know if that really helped you, I’ve said it before but I draw really instinctively so it’s hard to explain what I do ^^’ Thanks for the compliments though, and have a nice day too !

kitsunesongs  asked:

Yay! Because I've been wondering for a while - what if, after viewing the security recording, Obi-Wan had stuck to his guns and refused to fight Anakin? Maybe Yoda wasn't there to push it? And Obi-Wan runs, possibly after dropping by Padme's to warn her - and afterwards, Vaderkin focuses on hunting down Obi-Wan and Obi thinks it's to kill him, but no its because he wants Obi to marry him - he wants his Master back, to raise his kids since Padme died, and obi-Wan is HIS after all...

First of all, I have to throw a shoutout to @fireflyfish. Her fic After the End of the World is almost this exact prompt, minus the marriage part and + Fem!Obi. It’s a great fic, and you should definitely read it if you aren’t yet.

Without further ado…

Ring

Rating: T

Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Vader

Additional Tags: Post-Mustafar AU, Canon-Typical Violence, Vaderkin

~2500 Words


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soveryaverageme  asked:

I love the D:M universe and all the extras you post! I've been meaning to ask for a while if any of the Miracles ever use their powers for mundane tasks?

“Shin-chan, a little help?”

“Don’t be lazy, Takao.”

“Oh, excuse you,” Takao says indignantly, “Just yesterday you didn’t want to carry your bag so you were floating it above your head the entire time. It freaked the hell out of some First Years, who thought we had ghosts.”

“That was different,” Midorima sniffs. “I had my hands full. I had to carry my lucky item.”

Takao rolls his eyes. It had been an obscenely large raccoon statue, and Midorima had done his best to convince Takao to carry it, but Takao refused. “The point it, you use your powers all the time.”

“I am not going to summon your lunch just because you are too lazy to walk to the kitchen.”

“Shin-chan,” Takao pouts, “Your loving boyfriend carries you around on a rickshaw all the time. The least you could do is bring me the sandwich my mother left for me on the counter. Besides, I’m comfortable where I am. Aren’t you?” He waggles his eyebrows up at his boyfriend, who doesn’t blush exactly, but does look away, faintly embarrassed.

“You two are disgusting,” Ayumi says as she walks into the room. Takao is currently sprawled on the couch, using Midorima’s lap as a pillow.

“Ayumi! Go bring me my sandwich.”

“No! Go get it yourself!”

“Bring me my sandwich and I won’t tell mom what you got on your math test.”

“Guh! You are the worst!” But she storms into the kitchen, so Takao counts this as his win.

*

“Where did you get that?” Momoi demands.

“Kyoto,” Aomine says, shoving the rest of the burger in his mouth.

“You went to Kyoto without telling me?” she says hotly. “I would have asked you to bring back some Kyo-wagashi.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you,” Aomine says. “You would have given me a huge shopping list, and I wanted to make this a quick trip.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be using your powers like that anyway,” Momoi says.

“Yeah, OK,” Aomine scoffs. “And how did you make enough money to buy that Coach bag?”

Momoi pretends she didn’t hear the question.

*

“Kuroko, you jerk, quit using me as a distraction.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about, Kagami-kun.”

Kagami snorts, because he has long since come to recognize the difference between when Kuroko’s natural lack of presence and when Kuroko is actually deliberately using his powers to get through a crowd. Both times, Kuroko usually depends on Kagami to draw the attention of others.

“Did you at least bring me back something?”

“What kind of boyfriend do you think I am?” Kuroko asks, dropping the shopping bag with their lunch in it.

Kagami can’t help but think about how Kuroko’s ability would be incredibly useful in LA.




A/N: Thank you so much for the question, friend! I am so glad you enjoy this series! I am sorry for how long it has taken to respond, and also how short this one is. I meant to do everyone, but also wanted to keep this short. (I am trying to write shorter tumblr fic, in hopes that I get to prompts faster from now on). The answer is yes, they all use their powers for mundane tasks, all the time =D Thanks again!!

naekolehasposts  asked:

Dear Endling, I've been a huge fan since I saw your comics on Snafu. I'm struggling, and have been for awhile. Art is my passion, but I don't have the right education to pursue a career in it. I've been unable to find my style, and have been stuck for a year. Do you have any advice on where I can read/study to improve my skills to eventually, find my own style?

  This is a question I’ve been asked a lot, but to be honest it never really gets that much easier to answer. Every artist being an individual, it’s tough to find catch-alls that work for everyone, you know what I  mean? And hell, truth be told, I’m still trying to figure this stuff out for myself. :]

  Let me get this first bit out of the way, the bit nobody wants to hear: “Practice, practice, practice.” It’s the biggest, stinkiest old chestnut in the book, the one you’ve probably heard a million times before, but unfortunately, it is the most rock solid, time-tested advice any artist can swear by. Even when you feel down and out, even when things don’t look like they should. You keep on drawing, because art has a funny way of growing with you, even if you’re not aware of it. 

 But try different things. Some personal suggestions:

- Draw from life. Do figure studies. Your art will only go as far as the strong foundation you’ve built on. It can be arduous, but it is worth it. There is no way around this, much as many folks find this the token ‘boring’ advice.

- Look up light and color theory online. Nowadays there is a ridiculous amount of information on this subject on the internet. You could probably cobble together a near full education on the subject just from all the different people who have guides, examples, even youtube videos on the matter. It’s really amazing. There are tons of people out there trying to help young artists get on their feet, and they aren’t charging a thin dime. Take advantage of it. :]

- Warm up before you draw! Draw scribbles, cubes, shapes with some zing to them. Drawing can be a workout! So like any workout, warm up! Don’t dive right in and injure yourself. :] It’s a good way to stave off feeling discouraged because things  didn’t turn out looking brilliant right off the bat. 

- Try emulating a variety of other artists’ work. (With their consent if you’re posting it somewhere of course.) Sometimes when drawing in someone else’s style your own little mannerisms and stylistic influences tend to pop up in the result. This is more a fun exercise though, certainly not something to fall back on as a means to improve. You don’t want to end up relying on the same artistic 'shortcuts’ your chosen artists employ in their own work without a firm understanding of the basics yourself.

- Draw quickly, loosely, even carelessly. Less thought, more winging it. Fly by the seat of them pants. Have fun letting go! At least, for a practice run at first. While 'style’ is at best a nebulous concept, I’ve always found that if you draw speedily, you tend to put emphasis in certain areas, sort of feel your hand moving a particular way? If you don’t let too much thought get in the way, you can sometimes see the raw tendencies you have underneath the art. 

- Animation! Regarding stuff to read to improve your skills, there is no shortage of books available in places like Barnes & Noble. Entire sections on art. I recommend, personally, books on animation techniques. I was originally an animation major in college, and I think any artist can benefit greatly by studying it thoroughly. 

- Draw for yourself, not for the internet. This is a more fairly recent issue I’ve been seeing with some people, but there are folks out there who get a little too attached to the reception (or lack thereof) they receive for posting their work online, or worse still, seem to only draw with the specific intent of putting things online. While it’s all well and good to share your work with other people, please please please do not forget that you are drawing for yourself. You don’t have to post everything you make. Allow yourself plenty of time to make plenty of terrible drawings. Fall flat on your face. You can share the stuff you’d like, but you don’t have to feel compelled to share everything you do.

- Art blocks and burn out will happen. Don’t sweat 'being stuck’ so much. Don’t rush getting OUT of it either. Art blocks are kind of a way of telling you you’re running on empty in one way or another. I’ve gotten asked quite often what I do to get over an art block. The answer is really simple: wait. Haha. But you find things to do that get you feeling charged up again. I like listening to music and playing games. Games are what got me into art in the first place, so it’s kind of a back-and-forth process for me. But what I’m trying to say here is, art and your life are pretty much connected in every way. If your art just doesn’t want to come out easily on the page, maybe you should find something else to do that you enjoy. Refill, recharge, re-energize, but NOT just to get over an art block. Your daily life might be more attached to your work than you realize. Which brings me to my next point..

- Don’t look so hard for 'your style’. You need to grow as much as your artwork. As I said before, style is kind of a strange subject. To most people style is simply 'how your art looks’, what sets it apart from other folks. But if you ask me, style is whatever ignites your passion to create in the first place. Style can be influenced by other art, sure, but it can also be influenced by music, games, sports, books, your background, the things you enjoy, just the person you are from the ground up. Style comes from pouring yourself into your work. And you know what? You need to grow just as much as your artwork. If you put a piece of yourself into your art, it will undoubtedly be unique, because you’re a unique person yourself. Find something you want to say and let it come out through your art.

And yes, that’s about the floweriest answer I’ve ever given on the subject of style. I guess when it comes to the subject of art I can be a sappy sap. But DAMMIT I BELIEVE IN YOU. And anyone else reading this that might have been feeling the same way! And I really appreciate the question! Hell, I’m honored, and hope in any way at all I can help, because art is a beautiful thing to have in your life, and I wish you the absolute best of luck with it. 

Now DRAW. DRAAAAAAAAAW, I SAY! 

Inktober 10.3.16

I’ve been rewatching Cardcaptor Sakura in the background lately while I draw - so much childhood nostalgia!! I keep thinking through each episode that Tomoyo is an absolute angel…

anonymous asked:

I've always loved the way you write ur fic. Part of me did wish there was a liiiittle bit more monologuing on yuuri and Victor's feelings aside from skating - not too explicit but the same way you've been doing it. But looking at what you're saying about the next chapters it seems like it's just a matter of time for Victor, which I realised makes sense because feelings are developing. For yuuri though, if not in the fic, maybe a drabble for what and how much he feels for shouta would be nice...

So I don’t know if I delivered on the internal monologuing… like I said, I’m much more action oriented of a writer… so here’s some of that.  ;) This basically takes place immediately after Chapter 19.


When the cab pulled up to the house, Yuuri wasn’t even surprised to see Shouta waiting outside the gate, straddling his bike with Vicchan on his leash straining and wanting to bark at the car.  No, Yuuri wasn’t surprised, but his chest clenched a little at the sight.  If it was possible, Shouta always met him after he came back from a competition.

Yuuri climbed out of the back of the cab after Riku and went around to pull his suitcase out of the trunk, but Shouta was already there next to Alexei and was taking Yuuri’s large suitcase, leaving Yuuri with just his carry-on.  

“Okaeri.”  Shouta’s voice was quiet and Yuuri smiled and leaned into his shoulder for a minute before bending down and picking Vicchan up, tucking him close with one arm as he wiggled and squirmed and tried to lick his face.  With his free hand he grabbed his small carry-on and followed Alexei and Riku into their house.  

Alexei, as was the norm, just left his suitcase next to the door and headed into the kitchen to see if he could find something to eat.  Riku smiled at them and then went to follow her husband, reminding him that the fridge was practically empty, and that, no, prawn crackers did not constitute real food, and if he wanted something real to eat that they should make a trip to the store.

“Upstairs?”  Shouta asked, his hand still on Yuuri’s large suitcase.  

Yuuri just nodded and then turned to face the kitchen.  He unhooked Vicchan’s collar and put him down.  “I bet Lyosha wants a hello too.”  And Vicchan rushed off, bounding toward Alexei and no doubt treats because his coach spoiled his pup as much as he did.

Shouta was already pushing his suitcase against his closet when Yuuri walked into his room.  He dropped his things and just sort of looked at Shouta.  He hadn’t seen him in almost a week and had barely talked to him, just some exchanges through Twitter, but… Yuuri had missed him.  Seeing him made his heart clench in a funny way.  He wouldn’t say it was love.  That was such a weighted word, but if he was speaking English, maybe.  Russian, most likely.  But in Japanese, no.  It wasn’t love, but it was definitely a very strong sort of like.

Love, to him, was something that was just too big.  Too… scary.  But this.  Him and Shouta, it was just right.  Hands that fit together in a clasp when their fingers tangled.  Knowing smirks, when someone said something about how they were always in each other’s company.  He was easy to relax around; always ready to play a game or watch something, never demanded more of Yuuri’s time than he was willing to give or could give.  But then, Yuuri did the same to him.  Yuuri didn’t think that he’d ever be able to be with someone who didn’t have a schedule with demands like his.  How could they even begin to understand?  They couldn’t.

Shouta could.

“Do I have something on my face?  You’re staring?”  Shouta looked down at his shirt.  “Did I get some sauce on me from lunch?  I went to that Chinese gyoza place.  The one that you’re not allowed to eat at anymore?  I figured it’d be better to go before you got back then after and–”

“You don’t have anything on your shirt.  Though it’s really mean to mention the gyoza place.  I was so bummed when Alexei added it to the list of places that were off limits.  Especially now that I’m officially off-season and can’t even go once in a while.”  Yuuri crossed the distance separating them, letting his backpack drop to the ground.  He pressed his hands to Shouta’s cheeks.  “I was just thinking that I missed you while I was in the Netherlands.”

Shouta’s eyebrows went up.  “Really?”  And he hands went to Yuuri’s waist, gripping the fabric of his shirt and drawing it taut over Yuuri’s stomach.

Yuuri nodded.  He brought Shouta’s head closer to his own, negating the height difference and kissed him.  It took less than a second for Shouta to start kissing him back, his hands going around Yuuri’s back.

Yuuri leaned back for a second, breaking the kiss, and looked at Shouta, and smiled. “I won gold.”

“I know.  I saw.”

Yuuri shook his head.  “I won gold at Junior Worlds.  That’s like… like… better than nationals. Better than the Junior Grand Prix.  I’m the best Junior skater in the WORLD.”

“And?”

“What do you mean, and?”  Yuuri bit his lip.

“And, when are you going to beat that gold medalist on your wall and be even better?”

Yuuri kissed Shouta again, deeper and hungrier, licking into his mouth and letting his fingers tangle in the short strands of hair at the back of his head.  Shouta groaned and pressed closer, and Yuuri really, really, really hoped that no one was going to knock on his door and interrupt even for something as stupid as letting him know they were going to the store.

Yuuri stepped back, pulling Shouta with him until they could topple onto his bed.  It was small, but so much more comfortable.  He pulled away for another second.  “I’m working on it.  I’ll get to Seniors, and then you’ll see.”

Shouta rolled them so he could lean over Yuuri.  “Good?  I want to boast that you’re a World Champion, without having to put Junior in front of it.”  Shouta nipped at Yuuri’s bottom lip.  

“I’ll get there.  I want to win.”  Yuuri slipped his hands under Shouta’s shirt and over the well-defined muscles of his abs.  Yuuri’s season was ending, but Shouta’s was just about to begin; it was obvious he’d been putting in extra time, something that Yuuri could appreciate.

“I know you want to win.  You always want to win, even if you never say it.  You wouldn’t be a competitive athlete if you didn’t.”

“Hmm.”  Yuuri relaxed back into the mattress and pulled off Shouta’s shirt and letting himself look at the lean muscles of his boyfriend, there wasn’t much bulk, just strength, mainly focused on his shoulders, and Yuuri knew, his upper back.  “No more talking.”

“No talking?”

Yuuri kissed Shouta again to shut him up.


I don’t know… maybe I should have kept it in at the beginning of the next chapter… I just don’t know anymore…

anonymous asked:

I hopped on the Shklance bandwagon a while ago, but there's an ot3 pairing I've been thinking about. What about Klunk cuddles/confessions? (This is a request if you have the time.)

Lance isn’t sure what time it might be on Earth, but he imagines that it might be some time after midnight out here in space.

He’s lying in bed, listening to the sound of Hunk’s gentle breathing behind his back, feeling the rise and fall of Keith’s rib cage under his arms as he counts the dust particles floating through the air in the dark. He can’t sleep when it’s this hot. He can’t focus on much of anything aside from the feeling of both boys on either side of him. He can’t imagine being anywhere but right between Hunk and Keith right now, counting down the minutes, knowing very well that when the morning comes, he won’t regret his exhaustion one bit.

Keith tenses up in his arms, jerks forward and draws in a few sharp, shallow breaths. Lance pulls back his arms, taking in the way that Keith looks around the room, his pupils large and blown out–taking in so much blackness that he can barely see the violet-blue of his irises.

“You’re here,” Lance coos, “In my room. Chill out Keith, you’re fine.”

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anonymous asked:

how do you balance time with God and time you spend doing things for entertainment, like reading, watching tv, etc.? i've been feeling so guilty lately and i haven't been reading as much (even though it's something i love) because i feel like i should be spending more/all time with God.

..goodness, I’m not very good at it. Recently, I’ve realized I check my phone/social media at work more than I ACTUALLY work. 

You said something interesting about how you felt guilty for doing things like reading, and I just wanted to say that you aren’t all spirit, and you don’t have to be. I want to address this first. Your life isn’t a constant mountaintop experience, and just offering God the intention of being with Him during your “daily normal duties” does a lot.

You’re a human being, your soul and body are connected in a way that is fearful and wonderful. God doesn’t ask you to become a transcendental being and float out of the material realm, which is something a lot of moderns like us believe without even realizing it. It’s like a silent lie that we absorb. It’s called gnosticism (yes, that’s right, it has affected so many people it has a name. Like a virus).

Material things (created things) aren’t bad, it’s just their use and misuse which MAKES them bad or good. Incarnation principle. :) So, your body and created-ness are good. 

What you said about feeling like you needed to spend ALL your time with God reminded me of this: that maybe what you meant was that you felt you needed to spend all your time in, like, ecstatic prayer or something, and that God couldn’t be with you in your reading. 

Well, bud, He is ALWAYS present. “Emmanuel” - God is with us, always. Even when we do very human things like read. “Jesus became like us in all things but sin”. 

If you don’t remember Him when you do things like read, but want to “stay with Him” at all times, ask for the Grace. He longs to draw you close always.

Know that you offering Jesus your intention to be with Him always is meaningful, and you can’t haul yourself up to Him; He lifts you, with His love, if you let Him.

You have duties and obligations you have to fulfill as a human being, God calls us each to a specific state in life - not every person is called to be a hermit and pray for 8 hours a day, and, likewise, not every person is called to be the parent of 6 and thus forgo quiet time for the rest of their lives (I’m kidding). 

So you really do need to sit down and have an honest look at what God may be asking of and FOR you this season, and what your state in life demands. 

In the words of St. Pio, “Duty before all else, even before that which is holy”. 

According to the Incarnation, in which Jesus was born in a stable, we can encounter God through the seemingly mundane, simple, and normal lives we lead. He’s there waiting in the “pots and pans”. 

So don’t ever shun the “normal” in favor of the supernatural (I mean, Jesus was a carpenter’s son, that’s pretty “normal” because God is present in both. 

- that’s just an aside. to continue:

As far as actually creating a healthy, holy lifestyle centered around God and making time to pray goes:

self-discipline is big, as order is the first principle of heaven. A career services mentor told me in college that if you don’t plan, it won’t happen. So: plan time for God, to make sure that it happens. 

Obviously, “God’s ways are above our ways”, and we can’t plan for EVERYTHING Grace might want us to do in a day. Jesus says, “follow Me (& the fishermen dropped their nets, and followed Him)”, not, “make a plan and then give it to me, it’s totally cool, we can follow your schedule, kiddo”

But God’s leadership/shepherding doesn’t excuse us from trying to live ordered lives, to the best of our ability, while leaving the door open for God’s grace “above our ways”. 

For me, practically, that looks like having a consistent daily routine. 

This is going to sound overly simple, but every day I try to get up before the sun rises, make some coffee, and just be silent before dawn with the Lord. 

Some days, that doesn’t happen because either I get lazy or I need more sleep, but making it a daily thing is my goal. 

After that, I try to honor the practical things I have the means to do to care for myself: breakfast, wash my face. I go to work, go to daily mass, work out daily,…y’know. Basic stuff. But, I try to do it all every day. 

This sounds silly, but having these tiny pockets of order in your life can be really helpful. Not as ends in of themselves, but as means to create facilitate the action of Grace which created self-discipline in the flesh. I don’t always succeed, but that attempt at discipline, in my opinion, is like a fast that helps us re-order ourselves around God as our center, Love, shepherd, and provision.

For me, beyond spending quiet time with God in the morning, I make a HUGE effort to attend daily Mass AND go to adoration (prayer in the chapel before the eucharist) every day because I have time to right now and I love it. My station in life permits it. We’ll get to that in a second.

Mass***** & quiet prayer with Jesus are non-negotiables, for me. I can physically feel the difference when I don’t receive Jesus and root myself in Him: in His presence, in His merciful Love, in His Word.  So, as those are the Most Important, I try to schedule myself AROUND making sure I get there.

Anyway, on the days when I literally can’t go to mass or have time in adoration with Jesus praying because of other duties (I’m a 23 year old laywoman soon-to-be student, peace out I’ll be SO BUSY SOON!) I trust that He will provide what I need, so that protects me from compulsiveness or false guilt

But when I just choose not Visit Jesus out of laziness, or even poor time management on my part, it sucks. 

It makes me feel weak, physically. 100% serious. On these kinds of days, I try to remember I can encounter God in the mundane, and I talk to Him while I do my work. I try to listen, too. You know? Bringing EVERYTHING up into God’s presence and handing them to Him, even the littlest moments. 

It sounds complicated on paper, but it’s actually super simple.

So in order to avoid that (missing daily mass and prayer), I started trying that self-discipline/scheduling thing I mentioned earlier. Time management, to the best of my ability, to facilitate healthy upkeep of my relationship with God. Put God at the center and first, and everything else falls into place. 

Practical tools like planners are things we can use to help us order our lives around Him.

About balancing that with entertainment, um, well, I mean:

Jesus Himself was accused of being too “cheerful” (”…For John the Baptist came neither eating bread nor drinking wine, and you say, ‘He has a demon!’ The Son of Man came eating and drinking, and you say, ‘Look at this glutton and drunkard, a friendof tax collectors and of sinners!’ “ (Luke 7:34))…. AND Jesus went off repeatedly to Quiet Places to pray..so I think we can take that to mean that Jesus knew how to balance both work and play and rest. (If I can say that about play).

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens” Ecclesiastes 3:1. 

First, I would say never feel guilty for resting or for something fun. We aren’t stoics or robots. We have friends and families and communities and are human beings. Jesus had community too. And as human beings we have a NEED to rest and recuperate, and God gives us the sabbath to rest and worship Him. And in the evenings, think of an ideal gathering in Jesus’s time, around a table to eat a good meal and maybe tell stories or listen to someone sing or preach….that’s a kind of rest, I think.

TV/entertainment can help us rest and relax…through…being entertained. The purpose of the object is in the name, here. But, like any other created thing, it’s just bad when we it gets out of place, in our lives (or when we watch bad content, but that’s another post).

So second, I would suggest doing a little healthy self-inquisition in Jesus’s loving presence to see if you’re using TV/entertainment as a way to AVOID something that might be nipping at your mind or conscience, or heart, or eve subconsciousness. 

In my life, I know that often, when I feel guilty like that, it’s either because I’m using TV and entertainment to avoid something and avoid God or avoid something He wants to tell me, or because my “life” is “out of order” (see above, about ordering life around the essentials :) ) and as soon as I face up and acknowledge it in order to learn and grow and conform to Jesus, I re-find that peace and center in Christ.

But sometimes, that guilt I feel comes from me feeling like I don’t DESERVE rest, or from false SELF CONDEMNATION, which are literally straight from hell. 

So on that note, continuing, I know that God is Love, and that He doesn’t ask us to perfect ourselves on our own, which means that if I’m choosing to not making time for Him, I can go to Him and ask for His help reordering my life around Him. I know that He never leaves us, so I trust that even in my “wandering”, He is waiting for me (think Moses in the desert - God still preserved him).

The devil tries to take good, well-meaning people like yourself who want to Do The Right Thing and often tempts them with false guilt and self-condemnation. So if I’m feeling that guilt, I try to stop and evaluate it to see if it is from God or not, as well (I’m Catholic, so I usually also take it to confession and to friends for help discerning the truth). 

Remember: God never covers up our sin or equivocates around them or shortcomings, but He never addresses them outside His merciful Love.

God’s voice convicts, heals, and calls us out of error like a good coach, parent, or mentor. 

The devil’s accuses, condemns, and blames us for where we’ve messed up. 

God draws us into the light where our flaws and painful wounds and sins are exposed, offers us forgiveness, helps us wash our robes white, helps us change our ways, and heals us. We’re kids, and if a kid has a bad habit, even a deadly habit (sin is a deadly habit), the parent doesn’t push them away - the parent helps them get better.

The devil points fingers and yells until we want to curl up in a ball and die and hate ourselves and put ourselves out of existence.

So, yeah. 

I hope that rambling kind of helped you, a little. I just..typed what I felt.

To summarize: 

1) self-discipline 

2) make God / time with God the prioritiy but remember that God also wants you to do “regular” things appropriate to your state in life

>>>>the Incarnation principle>>>>

3) reflect on your actions and thoughts in the presence of God to see whether or not you’re avoiding something via media (and, thus, encountering feelings of guilt) 

4) reflect on your feelings of guilt and pray for the HS to show you if they’re from God or the Devil (based in Truth or in a Lie)

5) remember that God enters INTO your mess RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE, THE WAY YOU ARE, helps you with your burdens, etc, and helps you out of it - He doesn’t ask you to be perfect before you come to Him because He MAKES you perfect in His love, and that includes your guilty feelings over not spending enough time with God

6) practical tools like self discipline and planners help us organize and take appropriate stewardship of our time and means

7) “patience obtains all things” = slow and steady wins the race. God honors our little efforts to improve in ALL things and transforms them with Big Grace if we let Him :)

8) life is a balance between work and rest and entertainment and no entertainment, and it takes time to find it, but I trust you will.

God bless ya, dude. Lemme know if that didn’t answered/didn’t answer your question/if you have other questions/need clarification/anything.

This is a great video on being overwhelmed/scheduling/spending time with God from a guy named Fr. Mike Schmitz, and he’s super smart and clear. He might be able to help you.

This is a video from the same guy about having time to pray, which might help too. :)


(Re, Mass*****: I heard that Protestant churches don’t have daily services like Catholics have daily masses???? So if you ever wanted to go hear a sermon and have service daily, but your Protestant church doesn’t (if you’re a Protestant anon, idk), then you are MORE than welcome in the Catholic mass. #WeAreOneBodyInChrist. Catholics would only ask you abstain from the bread and cup unless you are a Catholic. It’s not exclusionary, it protects us from receiving Christ out of order or without Right Love and Understanding and Preparedness like St. Paul indicates we ought to in his letters. Catholics go through a process in our youth of intense education, learning about Jesus’s Presence there and scripture and etc, and out of respect, we would ask you refrain. Early christians had a three-year process of becoming a christian they abided, too. :) I think anglicans can partake? Idk? You’d have to check with the priest.)

Darkness Incarnate

The Fable series has always been one of my favorites for more reasons that I can list. The beautiful imagery, quirky art style, and humor (particularly the humor that’s easily missed) cement it as one of my favorite game franchises. Despite the lighthearted nature of the series, however, it also has moments of darkness that are intensely effective in creating pathos. In Fable II, for example, the Banshees would whisper secrets about Sparrow’s dead sister to them during fights. In Fable III, the dark themes present in the previous games takes a more prominent place in the story, with the Darkness occupying the spot of antagonist for the latter half of the game. The quest where the Darkness is introduced, Darkness Incarnate, is one of the most beautifully horrifying and deeply unsettling depictions of darkness that I’ve seen in a game to date.

Fable is not a horror game. The quest does not feature jump scares, body horror, or splattered viscera. This does not mean that the quest is not deeply unsettling. The quest begins when Walter and the Hero wash up shipwrecked on the beach of what they presume to be Aurora. Right away, the quest shifts from what the player assumes is a triumphant escape from Logan’s clutches to an atmosphere of solitude and quiet desperation. Ben Finn and the hero’s dog are nowhere to be found, although the dog reappears shortly to guide the player to the next phase of the quest. In this introduction to the quest, Walter and the Hero wander through desert caves, while Walter comments on his hatred of darkness and confined spaces that has been mentioned previously in your interactions with him. Here the soundtrack is subdued and eerie, but not overtly suggestive of horror. The dog leads them to a hole in the floor of an abandoned temple, covered with a gently-shimmering pink-purple light. The skeletons of adventurers nearby tell of the dangers of the light, but their lack of options leads the Hero and Walter to investigate. Walter stumbles upon a fragment of parchment upon which an incantation is written, which he then reads. The barrier vanishes, which would be a sign that something is going correctly in any other quest, but the player is left with a sense of unease at the simplicity by which they were able to dispel the barrier supernaturally. This is one of the few cases in the game where magic is not obviously powered by Will - the player assumes that it is a relic of the Old Kingdom, but the light is not the bright blue of typical Old Kingdom relics, which adds to the sense of alienation and “otherness” of Aurora. As the hero and Walter descend into the hole (confronting Walter’s fear and the player’s trepidation) the barrier is shown reappearing, trapping the two inside. This is a reinforcement of the “trapped” and “hopeless” motifs showcased here.

As the two enter the hole, a loading screen is shown, which differs from the style of the screens for the rest of the game. Instead of a collection of amusing posters, the screen is dark, save for a section of the darkness which appears to be carved away to house a candle bathed in purplish-blue light. This candle, surrounded by darkness, foreshadows the thematic significance of inner light in the midst of darkness that is further signposted in the rest of the quest. The coloration of this screen continues the motif of purple. It is also on this screen where the player is intended to notice the title of the quest: Darkness Incarnate.

As the Hero and Walter enter the temple, the darkness is immediately apparent. A torch is quickly granted to the pair, in the tradition of horror games, but instead of the player controlling the light, the player is forced to rely on Walter for illumination. This play mechanic leads the player to rely on the torch, further cementing the symbolic importance of light. Here it is made apparent that the quest is entirely linear, which, far from limiting the player, actually places the story elements of the quest at the forefront, instead of the player focusing on loot and collectibles. The cutscenes and scripted dialogue are also executed significantly better than the rest of the game. The cutscenes appear in natural places, instead of breaking the flow of the quest. The dialogue between Walter and the Hero feels natural, and further enhances the relationship between the characters. The Hero’s responses in this section also give them emotional depth in this situation, which is something that the rest of the game lacks, but is particularly significant here, as their reactions to the following events hold importance in the quest to follow.

In the next area, a large temple room is revealed, with broken-down pillars and a bridge that the player must find a way to extend in order to cross. This room is the first appearance of the pools of darkness that appear for the rest of the game. The floor of the cavern is obscured by darkness that appears to resemble a galaxy, with bright starry points creating depth in an inky blackness that is tinged with the same purplish color that made up the barriers before. The darkness appears to drip upwards and defy gravity, which creates a sense of inherent wrongness. The dark imagery of a galaxy seems to indicate that the forces at work in the temple are those of a power far beyond the scope of normal Heroism. The purple in the darkness combined with the stars, while beautiful, makes the atmosphere seem otherworldly. This indication of power reminds me of the pulsing of the Spire in Fable II as a signpost for the sheer power of the Old Kingdom relics. Purple, in addition to these signified meanings, has also been used throughout the game in association with Logan and royalty, the game’s main enemy up to this point, which adds to the sense of danger. The unease created by this imagery is fear.

If the player attempts to go to the Sanctuary at this time, they find that it has also been invaded by the pools of darkness. Jasper is nowhere to be found, and the player is unable to switch weapons. This again alludes to the power of the darkness, in that it is able to invade the Hero’s private sanctuary, which is suggested to be associated with Old Kingdom magic and Heroic bloodlines. The darkness is able to corrupt the one safe place for the player (and is also powerful enough to interfere with the base game mechanics).

Another barrier is encountered, which is dispelled by Walter. In the next area, the Hero and Walter are assaulted by shadows similar to those found throughout the series, notably in the Shadow Court in Fable II. These shadows are assumed to be Darkness Incarnate, and come in waves that continually assault the pair. While they are fighting, there are whispers  in a demonic voice that speak of darkness’s power and the inevitability of darkness. A combination of the shadows and the voice drives Walter into a panic. This is where Walter’s fear of darkness begins to rise to the surface of the plot - Walter is much more unsettled by the Darkness than the hero.

Once the small shadows are defeated, Walter is left shaken and looking for an escape. An unfortunate gust of wind blows out the torch the Hero and Walter (as well as the player) have been using as a lifeline, which throws Walter into a full panic as he attempts to desperately light the torch. The hopelessness and the psychology of the characters replicates the sense of desperate fear in the player - the player has so far been led to fear the disappearance of the light as much as the characters. The torch is re-lit, creating a brief moment of hope that is quickly shattered by the appearance of the real Darkness Incarnate. This prompts a panic attack in Walter who is wracked by despair, but the player’s innate fears are also played upon. Humans have an instinctual fear of darkness, and the concept of darkness made flesh is horrifying. Darkness incarnate represents the cold extinguishing of all energy, light, and heat - all things that humans rely upon.

The Hero and Walter are assaulted by shadows again, but this time the assault is much more psychological than physical. The whispers from the Darkness continue again, telling Walter and the Hero their greatest fears come true. these utterances include the fact that Theresa knew about the Darkness and has been using both Logan and the Hero for her own ends. This, as well as the other whispers of the Darkness, isolate both Walter and the Hero and draw them into internal torture. The player is also affected for many of the reasons mentioned previously, foremost of which are the sense of hopelessness and the lack of agency in addition to the general unsettling atmosphere. The music in this sequence is also significant. The song associated with this section (“Shadelight”) takes screeching strings and metallic sounds combined with an ominous chorus to create a distinct sense of fear and unease, while still retaining the subtlety of the art direction for the rest of the level design. The track also features a music box, a staple of the Fable series, and presents it in a slightly distorted sound that signals the player that they are meant to be afraid.

After the fight, the Darkness reappears, and Walter throws a torch at it, driving it back into the shadows. This creates a sense of hope in Walter, the Hero, and the Player: the Darkness had been established as an unstoppable force, and the concept that light can drive is back is comforting. But in the next room, despair resurfaces. Walter and the Hero are separated as Walter is evidently kidnapped by the Darkness. The Hero is forced to frantically search for their mentor, only to find that the worst has happened. Walter, who throughout the game has represented a father figure, full of strength and courage, has been broken down. His slow disintegration throughout the quest is finalized by his literal envelopment by the Darkness, the same inky, starry blackness mentioned earlier forcing him prostrate. The darkness seeps out through his eyes and mouth, showing the darkness’s permeation into his soul and the evaporation of his Strength and Will. This breaking of such a strong character is the climax of desperation for the Hero and serves to show the true strength of Darkness Incarnate.

Here the hero has to fight things that have occurred throughout the temple up to this point: statues that take the form of birds and angels. These statues have led to a sense of otherworldliness in the temple due to their religious imagery, but their corruption by the darkness further cements the power of the shadows. Creatures as pure as angels are driven to the darkness, which is indicative of the hopeless situation of the Hero. During this fight, it is unclear how the Hero will free Walter from the Darkness, as they are seemingly fighting just to buy time. The Darkness retreats, and the Hero manages to support Walter outside, but it seems that their freedom is just another way for the Darkness to play with them. Because of Walter’s blinding by the Darkness, the Hero is forced to abandon them on the steps of the temple. This reflects the first of the hero’s failures that is used against them later when the Darkness attacks Albion. Both the Hero and the Player are intended to feel a huge sense of remorse and loss at having to leave Walter, as it is implied that they are leaving Walter to die.

The Hero is left to wander aimlessly through the desert, aptly named the Shifting Sands, for they do not escape the influence of the Darkness just yet. The Darkness uses illusions to strike fear in the heart of the Hero and guilt them regarding their failures. This desert sequence is again full of hopelessness, but instead of making their way through a linear cave, the Hero is forced to walk through a seemingly endless desert without any sense of direction and no companionship. This loneliness reinforces the sense of guilt that the Hero and player have about leaving Walter to die. The illusions featured here are brief and fleeting, but include scenes from the hero’s memory and the prospect of being forced to fight Walter. These are shown using a color scheme of contrasting colors: the purple associated with the darkness and the complimentary color of the yellow-orange sand. Despite the generally pleasing visual combination of these colors, they are shown as washed out, creating a further sense of aimless discomfort.

The quest ends with the Hero passing out in the desert and being found hours later by Finn, but they are not saved by a society of light and healing: they are thrown into the tragedy-stricken city of Aurora, with Walter still unconscious from the effects of the Darkness and no foreseeable light on the horizon. 

@universeuser @anti-cosmofangirl @brobachev Here you go, friends