Cazar ideasCazar ideas4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
No hay nada más frustrante que un artist block y para mí no hay nada más frustrante que leer eso de alguien más.
Sé que deben haber otros tuts con cómo salir de un artist block, así que simplemente me basaré en cómo pueden cazar la inspiración, estén bloqueados o no, pero primero deben responder a la pregunta:
¿Me satisface lo que hago?
Si están bloqueados es porque necesitan simplemente un cambio de aires, uno se aburre hasta de lo que más le gusta hacer. Ahora, si están bloqueados tipo "nada me sale" o "no puedo hacer nada" y el cambio de aires no es una idea a aceptar, lo tomaría como que son esclavos de lo que hacen y por eso tanto su imaginación como su cuerpo (el "plasmador" de obras) se rebelan. Pongan atención a sus estados y no vayan en su contra, eso empeora el caso. Si ya no pueden dibujar, escriban, si no escriben, lean, vean películas, hagan deporte, jueguen videojue
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IThe Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds I4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She raised her palms to the sky, fingers spread, and sunk her toes into the earth. Heat-filled particles of light warmed her face and the moist cool matter softened her toes. This was life and she relished in its glory.
Nature was her mother and the ruler of the cosmos was her father. She imagined herself as a tree, her feet diving down into the rich folds of the earth, planting their roots, while her fingers extended to the heavens forming into a million branches. Leaves and flowers exploded from her branches as they begged for the gift of light from the sun.
She walked in beauty. From where she stood, a gathering of red poppies reached to her gently brushing against her calf, begging to feel her touch. She leaned forward caressing the petals with the tips of her fingers and the flowers gently kissed her face in return. She laughed. She had always imagined that poppies would make for extremely faithful friends, providing every comfort and need in times of despair, but they would alway
ForgottenAfter Pitch's defeat, Jack wonders what happened to him. Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he returns to the Boogeyman's lair to search for him.Forgotten3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Some people say that, if you venture far enough into the forest, you may come across an old wooden bed frame. Under the frame, there's a hole. It's said that down that hole, lives a centuries old creature that fed on fear. At least, that's what people used to say before. Now, they dismiss the bed frame simply as a piece of abandoned furniture that covered the hole so no one would fall in. No one believed in those silly old stories about the Boogeyman anymore. They had forgotten all about him.
There, next to the hole, stood Jack Frost, the winter spirit and guardian of fun. He frowned as he leaned over to the edge, remembering the first time he had gone down there. It hadn't been a pleasant expierence, and neither had the consequences. But, for some reason, he didn't regret it.
His thoughts returned to the day they had defeated Pitch
WW2 - can you hear bruder?I could feel the loving embrace that my brothers Reich had held in the land. it was as loving as a beating from a drunken parent to a poor victim. And unfortunately, those affected by his "kingdom" the "third reich" or the third kingdom as he called it were those who were less fortunate and those who deserved it not at all.WW2 - can you hear bruder?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could see people hung on meat hooks...people looking away hoping that this would end soon. First it was the communists, so he killed them..then the jews...and so on and so forth, until it came to his own people.
"Bruder?" i peeked into his doorway, i seen paperwork being done. this poor soul, i remember when he was holy roman empire. A poor lost boy that never knew what he was going to do with his empire. How could this large man be from a time that i remember him?? How could that sweet little boy that fell in love with my daughter figure, turn into a blood thirsty monster? was it his boss at the time? or was it rather, his own doing? His people, i knew were not h
Anthem of The ForgottenAnthem of The Forgotten5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ludwig is not a musical man.
Well... That's not entirely true. He appreciates a tune when he hears one... and has enough sense of pitch to be irritated when Feliciano sings loudly and off-key in his ear. That's just obnoxious.
But no, Ludwig has never really bothered to pursue the musical path; he's always been much more focused on more practical matters, like training and money and keeping things running smoothly. He has nothing against Roderich for devoting so much time to music, though he really does wish the man would take something else in life seriously for once, nor does he hold Gilbert's taste against him.
Though, Ludwig does occasionally look back upon the day Gilbert discovered heavy metal, and shudder. He's had to smack his brother to get Gilbert to hear him far too many times. And that thumping bass just gives him a headache.
Yes, Ludwig is used to Gilbert's irritating bass, his obnoxious guttural, screaming music and the equally grating manufactured techno beats. They've j
The Maid of Orleans- FrancexJoan"Francis! Francis!"The Maid of Orleans- FrancexJoan4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The glowing memory flowed into view slowly, and began to play elegantly like a film in his mind. She had came out of nowhere, that girl. Able to see into the hearts of others, with flowing blonde hair. As if in rebellion, she took that sword and sliced the braids away. He could only marvel as she slipped on the thick armor, and trained with all her strength. It was like God himself had sent her to him. There was something otherworldly about her.
He slowly handed her a rose, and proclaimed a few overly romantic words of courtship to her. The girl could only laugh lightly and pick up the sword once more. He could only begin to laugh as she swung it clumsily at the wooden target.
"Vas-y! Tu peux y arriver!"
The maiden, given to him from God, had stepped into battle with him bravely. That girl led the brave warriors towards the shadow of a victory, and it was so short lived. They took her away, locked her away. There was nothing he could do but hope and pray that someho
Dave x Reader - Bodyguard - Chapter Three==========Dave x Reader - Bodyguard - Chapter Three3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next day you were pretty enthusiastic about coming to school. You certainly weren’t scared of the freshman beat down anymore, considering the fact that Dave had beat them up for you. Even though you didn’t expect Dave to protect you forever, you at least knew the seniors were actually capable of being hurt just as much as you were. You thought they were some kind of invincible being.
Karkat, of course, had scolded you the entire way home about even interacting with Dave Strider… well that, and the ‘bright red panties’ remark. You wished Karkat could laugh about stuff once in a while with you.
“If I see you talking to him today, so help me gog I will rip both of your heads off and screw them on backwards!” Karkat cried at you before you had left him in the morning. In 2nd period, however, you figured you could just forget what he said and talk to Dave anyways. You had noticed him sitting with John the d
Swan Complex- Nyo!Germany part 1Swan Complex- Nyo!Germany part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The cool wind strokes taunting the bare skin on my arms and shoulders, I can't suppress a shiver. It's suddenly so cold Surprised I look around, I can't see a thing, because it's too dark. Suddenly a beautiful light appears in the sky, it's the full moon who shines a comforting silver glow. Now I finally can see where I am, I'm at an open space in a forest.
I only notice now that I'm standing at the edge of a lake and in the reflection of the water I see my image, but I'm not wearing my usual long green coat or my headphones. No, I'm wearing a beautiful silver white dress that reaches to my knees, something I surely never would wear. "Where am I ?" The words had only just left my lips when a few girls run from behind the threes. Stunned I look at the familiar girls who are dancing around me, they are so graceful and beautiful. My mouth falls open when I suddenly realise who they are.
They are Belgium, Seychelles, Liechtenstein, Belarus and Ukraine. They are wearing c
HTMR-Si no fuera un pais... 13Capítulo 13: “Resolviendo dudas”HTMR-Si no fuera un pais... 132 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Muñi… me dijo que saliera a matarlo…
-E-Espere… la razón por la que se escapó… ¿Fue solo para matar a esa persona?...
-¿No quería escapar para salir de aquí?...
-N-No… No sé nada… me asusta…
-Ya veo… pero si salgo con usted, ¿ya no le daría miedo?.
Rafael solo se quedó mirando al moreno, había estado encerrado la mayor parte de su vida y no recordaba bien que había allá afuera. Sin dar respuesta solo se volteó hacia la pared.
-No lo obligaré a salir… pero sería lindo si pudiera arreglar las cosas para que saliéramos a pasear.
-Eso no es sensato, señor Francisco.- Respondió Alexis entrado a la habitación.
-¿P-Por qué?... Ya le he dicho que no debe confiar en él, podría esca
Wrong [Loki x Reader (pt27)]Three days was all it took.Wrong [Loki x Reader (pt27)]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You craned your neck around a sickly bush to see the still surreal sight of the charred remains of your used-to-be-home. The air smelled of stale ashes and burned wood and the rest of the neighborhood wasn't much better. It happened four days ago, after only a few precious mornings of you waking up in your own bed.
Why did you keep returning to this street? It was only going to make you sad. Sick. Angry.
Dragons, flipping dragons. Demons, demon dragons, that's the best way you could describe the beasts with the bloodred scales acting as shining maille over their bulking muscles. The ashen-grey, splintering claws and corkscrewed horns, the blazing fire from their snarled snouts that matched the fiery pits of their eyes. The horrors, the massive terrors...and there were far too many of them.
Crouched behind the dead, black bush, you tried to hold yourself back but from what? You had cried enough all week; out of anger, frustration, madness, te
winter heart.maybe it's the weather. maybe it's the steam in the morning and the fog in my lungs that brings these words to life. i can feel them stirring under my breath like a second life; i can taste them in the december air that teases nostalgia from the pitter patter of my winter heart.winter heart.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's like life is a faded photograph. its like time is a frozen lake. it's like i'm sitting on porches wearing oversized sweaters and holding cups that burn the tips of my numb fingertips. it's like i'm in a forest and it's damp. it's dark. it tastes like a memory and the rain looks the way it did two years ago when i was broken. it's like remembering something perfect in a moment that was anything but; like holding something just out of reach in the palm of my hand.
ten months and three days ago: i'm in a coffee shop with frost on the sidewalk. it is quiet and loud and i have the feeling that i really am all alone. but it isn't bad. it is peaceful. it is soft and my bruised heart breathes deep. i exhale. it is
Husband [Loki x Reader (pt34)]"Okay stop," you demanded, breaking your wrist away from him. Loki turned around, looking at you curiously. "I don't want to learn any more stupid magic. I want you to stop avoiding my question. Who is Lynda married to?"Husband [Loki x Reader (pt34)]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Please don't," he begged. "You really wouldn't like the answer..."
You crossed your arms, stomping a foot firmly on the ground. "Tell me, Loki! At this point, I think I get it, I just want you to tell me."
His expression went from pleading to almost offended. "If you think you have any idea what Lynda and I have been through together, you can think again. Now if you really don't want to fight alongside me, that is perfectly okay, I can just leave you in that room and steal Lynda's vortex manipulator to make certain you won't get out and do something stupid to hurt yourself--"
"Don't you try anything," you warned. "You're trying to distract me by getting me angry but it's not going to work. You tell me right now what's going on with that ring and why it d
Lonely GirlI painted.Lonely Girl5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You said I'm wasteful.
You said I couldn't hold a tune.
You said I made no sense.
You said I had two left feet.
You told me I was ugly.
I will be amazing one day.
Just to make all of you wonder why you didn't get to know me better.
Fiolee FF- ch. 3Fiolee FF- Ch.3Fiolee FF- ch. 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The vampire and the adventurers arrived at the doors of the candy castle. Marshall Lee's face was twisted in a scowl. Fionna, on the other hand, was excited. She knocked on the big doors and stood back. They opened to reveal the Gumball Prince already waiting.
"Welcome Fionna and Cake! So nice to see you! I've been waiting and-- oh. You brought him?" Prince Gumball frowned at the sight of Marshall, who stuck out his tongue.
"Well well, nevermind that, come in!" He lead them to a room where there was a chalkboard and a few desks.
"Now, the other day Fionna you told me you would like to learn the basics of math, so I've prepared some lessons for you." Gumball took some papers out of a drawer and walked over to the chalkboard.
"Today I'll be teaching you the basics of addition, in which you will--"
"BOOOOOOORING!" Marshall yelled out. He snickered and unfolded his umbrella.
"Marshall!" Fionna snapped, "I told you not to be a jerk!"
"But math is sooo boring, only weenies le
Jack [Loki x Reader (pt40)]"She already has a man. Back off," said Loki.Jack [Loki x Reader (pt40)]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I was just saying hello--"
"Loki?" said Lynda, suddenly emerging from her room a few yards down the hall.
Loki looked from her to Jack, eyes wide. "What are you doing? Go hide before she sees you!"
"Don't need to," said Jack, staying put and perfectly calm, though not looking at Lynda. "Just pretend like you're not talking to me."
What? "But what's going...what do we talk about?" You panicked a little, trying to think up some sort of casual conversation, when suddenly Loki caught you by the lips, pinning you to the wall and kissing you passionately.
"Mmfh!" After a moment of shock, you eagerly kissed back, holding his head in your hands and wrapping a leg around his waist, drawing him closer. It didn't take long for your lips and tongues to battle back and forth, the both of you moaning and quickly getting caught up in your actions. You almost forgot about the handsome man and Lynda and why you were so confused.
"Best casual conversation I
HTMR-Si no fuera un pais... 12Capítulo 12: “Recuerdos”.HTMR-Si no fuera un pais... 122 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rafael no dejaba de llorar, aquellas imágenes del incidente no dejaban de regresar a su mente, todo su cuerpo le dolía y el miedo no lo hacía dejar de temblar. Pancho trataba de controlarlo, lo abrazaba y acariciaba su cabello tratando de consolarlo pero nada parecía funcionar.
-Descuida, ya pasó… todo estará bien, mi amor… tranquilo…
-Dígame, mi amor…
-Vos… me quisiste hacer eso?...
-… verá… no exactamente… lo que yo quería hacer… olvídelo… le prometo que nunca lo tocaré así de nuevo…
-Lo prometo, no quiero lastimarlo…
-T-Te… te quiero, Francisco…
-Señor, Francisco. Salga de allí un momento por favor.
-Está bien… no tardaré, Ra
Jack Frost x Reader More Than Just a MythJack Frost x Reader More Than Just a Myth2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sheesh it was cold out tonight. The wind howled, the night sky barely visible through the snow whipping up like a whirlwind. It was as if winter itself was incredibly angry tonight.
"[name] come away from that window and help set the tree please." Your mother tapped your shoulder gently as she walked passed you, smiling fondly.
Doing as asked, you pulled yourself away from the beautiful scenery and helped prepare the house for Christmas. Your family came together over the holidays, and by that you meant your aunt and uncles and your Nanna, who was known to be... Slightly eccentric. It was no secret however that you were her favourite grandchild, and you loved listening to her whimsical stories.
During the few weeks before Christmas and of course the day itself got a little hectic with all the family members, but it didn't take you and your younger brother long to set up the tree as asked, even with all the family members bustling about.
"Looking good guys." Nanna commented from her roc
The Past, The FutureDo you remember when you were little and your best friend told you she didn't want to be friends anymore? It hurts like something was nesting on your heart and had clawed its way into your soul. There is an childish elegance to the sadness that you assumed only existed for grown ups when they talk about grown up things. In the glorious contant of humanity, the existence of her will corrode and become a faded memory that you will only remember when you hurt again.The Past, The Future4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then you will lose your dog, your best friend, your confidant. It will happen suddenly and you will be left with nothing but the hole in your heart of a lost companion who you assumed would be around forever. You will learn at that moment that nothing true or pure lasts forever. A part of your innocence will die as you cradle your companion for the last time. If only you had goldfish and parents who lied to you about him instead.
You will think the worst is over, playgrounds will become a little less magical, danger will b
BBC Sherlock-Hetalia Crossover Chapter 1BBC Sherlock-Hetalia Crossover Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Sherlock, where are we going?”
John Watson struggled to catch his breath as he rushed behind the shadow of his tall friend, Sherlock Holmes. He was walking at an unusually fast pace, and with his long legs poor John just couldn’t keep up.
“Mycroft said that someone wanted to see us.”
John looked up, surprised, his eyes wide.
“And we’re going because-?”
He shook his head, stopping himself. If Sherlock was listening to something that Mycroft had requested, then it had to have been something more intriguing that had compelled him to actually go.
Suddenly, Sherlock stopped, and John bumped hard into his back, almost propelling himself to the sidewalk. He balanced himself, rubbing his nose and mumbling under his breath.
“Here we are.”
They had stopped in front of a particularly plain looking house, but when John looked around the house, he saw, that in reality, it was almost like a small extension of Buckingham Palace. The Palace
Virginia [Loki x Reader (pt12)]"I did it!" you celebrated, creating another pulse of heat through the air from one palm to the other.Virginia [Loki x Reader (pt12)]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loki granted you a half-hearted smile, walking to one of the walls of the training room. "Good, great job," he congratulated blandly. He touched a few of the bricks and they vanished in a whirl, allowing bright light to pour over the floor. You blinked at the brightness. "So you can play with your own body. That will not get you anywhere."
"Humans haven't nearly enough energy," he explained. "So they need to learn to draw from other sources. A good source is sunlight."
"Wait," you said, "But...we're underground."
"Actually it's the Underground, we're not under the crust of the earth..."
"And we're downstairs."
He nodded toward the window and you looked out and sure enough, it was a sun. Perhaps it was a bit too orange to be your sun, but it was definitely a sun, as you could tell from the swimming black dots in your vision when you looked away. "Ow. How is...?"