thanks fellowes

Concept: being able to create ships and still respect the cannon work. It’s cool to ship what you want. (I admit that i do ship tree bros) just as long as you dont erase the actual story and you respect the writers, cast, and fellow fans. Thanks. peace out.

tazumihanako  asked:

I'm actually going for a career in graphic design and what we often do is give feedback on others work. I really love the animatic you made. And felt that all of the shakiness of the camera and such added to the emotional effect you were trying to portray. And the music was well picked as well. I don't see anything wrong with it to be honest and I normally pick up on some things like how someone's project just needed a little more keening in between the letters. Keep up the good work 😁

aaaa dude thank you!!
as a fellow art major (photography/digital art - i haven’t done much drawing for my degree as i’m sure is very obvious 😂), i always have to practice giving lots of feedback and stuff too lmao so i totally know how that goes!
i’m so glad you still enjoyed the video/music choice even if some other details were funky hahaha 💜

awkward-dumpling  asked:

Hey I love your art! I'm an artist too, but sometimes I have trouble drawing Voltron characters with the complex hair and proportions and such. Do you have any Voltron character reference sheets to share? Especially for Lance. Thanks! I might try to make some myself.

Hello there fellow sufferer! Thank you so much!!! <3

BOII I hear ya. Let me just use this moment to express my eternal hatred for everyone’s hair in Voltron. ESPECIALLY Lance’s. I freaking hate having to draw his hair mannnn. I don’t even know why it’s so hard, I just absolutely despise drawing his stupid hair gahhh ;o;

okay! So, I don’t have a character reference sheet, I just kinda… let my hand go wild whenever I have to draw hair. BUT! I thought I’d use this as an excuse to study their ridiculous hair and whip out this little… guide(?? ?) for ya!

Little note: I like to break down hair into sections. It makes it easier for me to understand the flow and direction of the hair!

Lance

Shiro

(note: disregard the labelling of the sides and back section! Shiro’s hair is an enigma, I honestly don’t know how to divide his hair into sections)

Keith

Pidge

Hunk

AND DONE! Yeah I dunno how this would help you BUT I HOPE IT HELPS! 

Well…. I’m crying.

No I’m sobbing.

Why?

Well, I’m sobbing because of art.

And the art that caused me to be in this pitiful is none other than ‘Spring Day’ by BTS.

Originally posted by chyogi

'Spring Day’ is easily my favourite comeback so far.

After all, it is the most honest, sincere and beautiful piece they have released.

The song is just so pure, so heart wrenching. The production is fantastic and their voices….

Originally posted by zutterv

Many people say that BTS does not have good vocalists because they cannot hit a lot of super high notes. True, if a voice has all the falsettos in the world in is nothing without emotion. And emotion is something that BTS can deliver not to 100 % but rather to an infinite amount. Their voices carry pain, longing and sincerity.

Originally posted by luvably

Now why am I mentioning sincerity so many times? Well, an artist without having sincerity is a writer with no pen or paper or any method of writing. Sincerity is essential, it is what captures the attention of the listener because it allows the reader to be able to relate. Even if the listener cannot relate he or she might want to retry to understand.

Originally posted by chyogi

Spring Day achieves just that. After all, the song is honest and so is BTS. These are emotions all feel. These are the emotions that remind us that we too are humans.

Originally posted by jengkook

And the music video, of the music video fits so well! The MV creates the feeling that this is not simply an MV, but rather is a coming of age movie, meant to showcase, pain, longing, confusion but also hope.

Originally posted by myjaebutt

Originally posted by joeguk

The shots of the, passing each other, only to at some points get together feel so sad, so painful and interestingly beaver when they are together for me, although there is a lighter feeling it still feels like something is still missing for them. Because they still keep running and they indeed are cut of by the train carrying Jungkook himself.

Originally posted by lostinbangtan

Originally posted by vernontine

Originally posted by vernontine

But at least they are together. At least they no longer have to suffer alone but can share the burdens that they have. They are each others ‘light’

Originally posted by certifiedtaehyung

The MV also allows for so much interpretation from the first watch.

One might take them as a random choice. However, the clothes could also mean that they have let their old selves go. They could mean the they feel worthless, like they can be  called ‘dirty’ at any moment and discarded. Or they could mean that they have washed there ‘stains’, their pain.

Originally posted by helendrv

The scenes at the staircase and at the carousel when they seem unable to find each other can be seen as painful as them losing each other.

Originally posted by taeijin

Originally posted by luhan-vevo

Or it could be that they still haven’t found the others yet. 

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Maybe, there are all in front each other…Maybe they haven’t looked properly.

Originally posted by sugajoo


The train with Kookie that passes BTS could mean that Jungkook is leaving the past behind…

Originally posted by cherry-jimin

Or he could simply be going forward, not yet knowing of the people he will get to meet, the same people who are in the same compartment as him.

Originally posted by cherryblossoms-and-cupcakes

And the shoes that hand from the tree… are they can mean death, the murder of their own selves.

Originally posted by minsugago

But they could also mean that BTS has exchanged their pain for appreciating and loving themselves. Because they are no longer alone. No, this time they have each other. And so they are letting their old selves die in hopes for a better future them to be born.

Originally posted by bangbangbangtanx

Originally posted by jjkook

And more interpretations can be made. They just depend on how people feel at the moments and what they want to believe. I like the idea that they simply search for each other, but that proves difficult at first cause they do not know exactly whom they are searching for. I like to believe that this MV is a look, a battle for the future. But I also love reading others interpretations.

Originally posted by parkjiminer

And that is what this song and music video.

So thank you BTS, for once again getting out of you comfort zone and creating this masterpiece.

Thank you for bringing us all together.

Thank you for creating powerful music that speaks to all.

But also there are other people that deserve to be thanked.

Originally posted by changkyuh

People who sit silently and work endlessly to make this happen. Thank you to all the staff and the crew. Thank you to all those who helped make this happen, whether you are the MV director, or the person bringing the brush to the make up people.Because these people are too a huge reason why we have these MVs.

Thank you to all those that help with the creation of the songs.

Thank you to all whom advertise these boys, to all whom support them.

And thank you to my fellow ARMYs, who no matter what shit we get from others, continue to support these boys.

BTS has released one of their most beautiful works yet.

Originally posted by cutiepiebts

So lets support them!

ARMY loves you BTS… I love you BTS!

Thank you for reading!

Originally posted by quixoticism101

PS… Who’s ready for Not Today? Not me that’s for sure

youtube

I’ve been making these short kinda-story-based videos in this vaguely-narrative world, and I’d appreciate it if some of you could leave a comment giving suggestions on what this character I’ve made should do next (more specific instructions pinned in the comments).

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.

Act the Part

A LuNyx Fanfic based on this prompt posted by @otpisms. But I gave it a slight change.

Kingsglaive AU: Everyone’s Alive and Nyx works as bodyguard for Luna on a daily basis. 

Summary: Nyx meets one of his neighbors while he’s at the convenience store and things happened unexpectedly (lol sorry I suck at summaries, but please read the story)

Nyx was in the middle of putting a bag of chips in his shopping basket when someone called him. He couldn’t help but cringe when he heard the familiar voice. The only thing he that could do was turn around and wear a fake smile.

“Hey, Mrs. Collins.” he greeted.

Mrs. Collins, a neighbor in his apartment building, looked the same as always. White curly hair, short built and wore glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer glass. She always looked at him with some sort of a ‘eurika’ expression and the glaive knew exactly why. The old woman approached with a silent glee while carrying a basket full of her own things she had picked to buy.

“Oh my dear, it’s been a while since I last saw you! How are you? You look a bit haggard! Have you been sleeping?” Mrs. Collins exclaimed rapidly.

At least the motherly questions made him smile genuinely. “I get enough sleep, Mrs. Collins, don’t worry. I’m just assigned to more missions lately, that’s all.” he answered kindly.

“Ah yes! Being the best of the Kingsglaive would make anyone busy.“ she complemented.

Nyx just reacted with a bashful laugh.

“I rarely see you in the morning nowadays.” the old woman continued. “Have you been assigned to an earlier time as a guard in the palace?”

“Yes, I, uh, I’ve been assigned to an earlier time.” Nyx said while he forced the smile to stay. He always felt bad lying to the old lady, but it was better than admitting he had been avoiding her. Still clueless to his discomfort, Mrs. Collins maintained her excitable demeanor. She pushed up her glasses and moved closer with tiny steps. Meanwhile, he mentally braced himself for the upcoming question he knew all too well.

“Have you called Sharon yet?” she asked.

Sharon was first brought up when the old lady found out that the hero of the Kingsglaive didn’t have a girlfriend. And as old ladies would often do, she started mentioning the single granddaughter and almost immediately begged him to go out with her. The old woman had pestered him with it whenever they met and the glaive had always turn the down the offer. Today was no exception.

“I didn’t have time. I’ve been busy.” he excused as he scratched the back of his head.

Mrs. Collins frowned. “You should call her soon! She’s perfect for you!”

He gave a nervous laugh. Maybe the truth would make her stop once and for all.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Collins.” he sighed. “But I’m not interested.”

“Oh don’t be such heart breaker.” She countered. So much for finally telling the truth. It seemed like nothing would never make this old woman falter from ever pushing him. And with a teasing tone she continued. “Don’t tell me you already have someone else.”

Another nervous laugh. There was nothing he could do but to just continue turning her down as always without hurting the grandmother’s heart too much.

“I’m afraid he has.”

Nyx turned to see the woman who made the bold remark. The blonde woman stood at the end of the aisle with a smile he recognized. She tilted her head slightly and looked at him with the confidence that made him pay attention to her next move.

Luna approached the two quickly and wrapped an arm onto Nyx’s before he could ever react. Mrs. Collins looked at her from head to toe with her shaky fingers holding up the thick spectacles. If the blonde before her wore the usual royal garb, she would fall to her knees like anyone recognizing her. However, the Princess Oracle in a casual coat and boots was effectively disguised to the old woman’s eyes. Somehow, nobody seemed to recognize the princess as long as she wore casual clothes. In fact, in the few months of her sneaking out at night with her glaive escort, the disguise has never failed.

The grandmother looked at the glaive and expressed a question with a face. Luna giggled and softly patted the man on his broad chest. Nyx could only observe what was strangely happening before his eyes.

“Oh Nyx, aren’t you going to introduce me?” she uttered demurely.

And so he started to, but with a slight arch on his brow. “Mrs. Collins this is –“

“Stella…” Luna finished as she held out a hand, but then the cover name wasn’t the only thing she made up. “…Nyx’s wife.”

Nyx remained composed as he tried to hold back a chuckle. “Yes.. my wife.” he introduced. He felt warm saying the last two words. “And honey, this is Mrs. Collins - one of my neighbors at the apartment bulding.”

Mrs. Collins took Luna’s hand and shook it as expected, but the old lady’s eyes widened. “Wife?” she uttered, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing or seeing.There was a hint of disappointment on her face.

Luna smiled kindly. “Yes. We got married just last month.”

Finally having caught on with the cover, Nyx nodded before copying the princess’ smile. He put an arm around his pretend wife to add effect.

Mrs. Collins looked at Luna and then at Nyx. She gasped as if she was just realizing it the first time. “Why didn’t you tell me you were married?“she croaked. “Oh you didn’t even invite me to the wedding!”

“I apologize for that, Mrs. Collins. It was just a small wedding and it happened so quick. We just couldn’t invite everybody.” the glaive stated. He couldn’t believe he was saying it all so smoothly.

Nevertheless, the old woman formed a warm grin. “Oh don’t be sorry! You found yourself a beautiful wife. And I can tell, you are very much in love.”

The faux couple gave an “aww” look before a cheery smile appeared on their lips. Nyx couldn’t help but hold Luna closer. And she reciprocated by giving him a peck on the cheek. He felt her hand tremble slightly while she did so. But the nervousness was mutual.

At the sight of them, The old woman placed her frail hand to her chest. “Even though you missed a chance with my Sharon, I am so glad to see you finally in love.” she commented, even sounded genuinely.“I’ll leave you two then. I hope to meet you again.”

“You too, Mrs. Collins.” Nyx replied while he still held luna.

“It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Collins.” Luna said warmly.

Mrs. Collins finally gave the princess a soft pat on her arm. “Such a beautiful lady you have here, Nyx. You are both so lucky.” she gushed.

Then finally the old woman moved on to the cashier with those tiny steps of hers. The supposedly married couple waved good bye at her. Only when her tiny frame disappeared from their sight did they drop the act. He finally let go of her and she took a step back from the intimate proximity.

The first thing that Nyx did was laugh. Luna looked at him curiously. “What?” she asked.

“Nothing. I just can’t believe we were able to pull that off.” he replied discreetly.

The princess shook her head. “Maybe old ladies are easy to fool.” she stated with an equally hushed tone.

“I guess so.” he muttered. “But I owe you one, your highness. It would take an hour or so before I get rid of her, if you hadn’t come in.”

She hummed a note as she began to look for the snacks she preferred among the ones display. “You don’t have to owe me. You have saved me countless times from danger.”

“But that’s because it’s my job to save you from danger.” he commented while he put another bag of chips on the basket. 

Then something came to his mind. “I guess I’ll have to think of excuses for my wife being always out.” he said. “She’s my neighbor after all. She’s gonna wonder why Stella isn’t always at home.”

“Then I suggest you find another apartment.” she lightly suggested. 

He gave a soft laugh. “Well, it’s better than finding a girl that looks exactly like you and is named Stella.”

The comment made her grin. 

They went silent for a while as they looked for more snacks to buy. Luna picked a small bag of biscuits and placed them in the basket he held. She gazed at him with much of her notorious curiosity.

“I wonder.” she started. “Why don’t you go out with Sharon? As Mrs. Collins had put it, she’s perfect for you. Well, she might be right.” Her teasing tone didn’t escape him.

“No can do, princess.” he answered with a smirk. “Too busy with the job.”

The princess laughed as she tugged his arm to drag him onto the next aisle. The glaive could only let her. Somehow, he could never think about her soft touch the same way again since the act they did together. It would always remind him of the moment he held her close as he would if she was indeed his wife…

… And how her lips felt on his cheek… And how they might feel when touched by his own.

He suddenly stopped his stride.  

“What’s the matter?” the Luna asked.

Nyx cleared his throat and avoided looking into her blue eyes. “Nothing… Uh, Let’s just get those sodas.”

Again, he had to pretend. But this time, he wasn’t so sure if he can still pull off another flawless act.

Roses - Fred Weasley

Prompt: Ravenclaw reader has been receiving gifts from an anonymous sender and after her friend drags her to the second match of the Triwizard Tournament, their identity is revealed.

Word count: 7,305 (sorry I got carried away)

Warnings: Maybe two swear words, other than that nothing


A bouquet of luscious red rose tied together rested against the door frame. Your breath hitched in your throat as your school work fell from your hands. They collided with the floor in an instant creating an echoing crash to follow.

Most cases you would have rushed to pick them up but the gift contained all your attention. Your fingers pressed to the side of your jaw, the palm of your hand covering your mouth to mask the gasp.

You scanned the hallway searching for any form of life. The empty corridor suggested no lead on as to who dropped the surprise off. Although there was a note attached to the clear plastic outer layer.

Bending down at the knees you plucked the thick card from the envelope and flipped it open. Excitement flooded you like a schoolgirl receiving a valentine. Not that this was too far from reality.

You unfolded the card gleefully yearning to see who the sender was. The tilted black cursive reflected opposite to the chicken scratch you had been gifted with the week before. This was neat, almost as if it had come fresh from a typewriter.

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