Cazar ideasCazar ideas3 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
Dave x Reader - Bodyguard - Chapter Three==========Dave x Reader - Bodyguard - Chapter Three2 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
HAPPY NEW YEARHAPPY NEW YEAR4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock was already dressed and sitting in his armchair, reading, when John came downstairs for breakfast.
"How long have you been awake then?" John called from the kitchen, not even glancing in the detective's direction. Sherlock peered at the robed man over the top of his book and turned the page nonchalantly.
Sherlock's ears picked up the tell-tale chink of the kettle turning on before John started rummaging through the fridge for something even remotely edible.
"Sherlock, what happened to the fruit I bought yesterday?"
"I let Mrs Hudson use them for a pie she was making,"
John shut the refrigerator door with a snap and squeezed his eyes shut in silent frustration.
"So much for breakfast."
"There's a tub of cream cheese on the top shelf of the fridge,"
"Yeah, and would you consume an entire tub of cream cheese plain for breakfast?"
John just shook his head and turned the kettle off, tipping scalding hot liquid into his mug as he heard Sherlock turn
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds IThe Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds I3 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
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)]2 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
Patchouli GirlOn her front porch she had one of those little wooden step stools covered in potted flowers and various ceramic animals a frog, a squirrel, a giant ladybug. It struck me as strange, something my dead grandmother would have had on her front porch. It was definitely not the porch I had pictured as belonging to my first one night stand.Patchouli Girl5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was a step behind her as she fumbled with her keys. I had been drinking, too much. Probably. All evening I had chewed on my fingernails, hoping the Captain and coke would give me the courage to deliver the witty, flirty lines I had rehearsed in my mind all week. I'm fairly sure it didn't work.
The door was red, and I thought again of my dead grandmother the horrid crimson sweater she knitted for me one Christmas, the one I had felt obligated to wear every December until the funeral. I think everyone has a horrid crimson sweater from their grandmother.
It seemed forever to me that she fumbled with her bulky keys, laughing and shooting me fli
Fiolee FF- ch. 3Fiolee FF- Ch.3Fiolee FF- ch. 33 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
Can't Go Home Again My name is Jacob Mullins. I just turned 24 last week and got a phone call from my father telling me to come home. Now, as I get out of my car and head up the walkway, I'm not too jazzed to be walking back into the house that reminds me of my childhood. It took me a year and a half to move into an apartment and get a decent job and now I have to take a leave of absence to take care of the old codger before he croaks. If I lose my job over this there better be something phenomenal in that will of his to make up for it.Can't Go Home Again5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As soon as I open the door the smell of dust and sickness reaches my nostrils and my lip curls. I make my way down the hallway and into the old man's bedroom and don't bother to knock before I step in. He's hooked up to a oxygen tank and his eyes look glazed over as he fixes them on me. I lean against the dresser and fold my arms across my chest.
"So I'm here."
"And insolent as ever, I see." His voice is raspy and there's a t
Jack [Loki x Reader (pt40)]"She already has a man. Back off," said Loki.Jack [Loki x Reader (pt40)]2 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
Wrong [Loki x Reader (pt27)]Three days was all it took.Wrong [Loki x Reader (pt27)]2 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
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
HTMR-Si no fuera un pais... 03Capítulo 3. “Existencias fantasmas”HTMR-Si no fuera un pais... 032 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Atolondrado por todo lo que pasaba, se disculpó con su ahora familia y se retiró. En el caminó observaba las calles con atención, el mundo que él creía conocer no existía.
Se detuvo frente a un pequeño, debía ir a investigar sobre la historia del mundo para comprender las cosas mejor. Entendía perfectamente lo de aquella nueva brecha de mar, pero ¿Por qué los cambios de territorio de Estados Unidos, Guatemala y Nicaragua?... y ¿Por qué Costa Rica no existía en el mapa?...
-¿Va a ordenar algo, señor?
-¿Eh?. ¡Ah! S-Sí. Quiero un helado de vainilla con chocolate, por favor.
-¿Vainilla?, ¿Qué es eso?.
-¿Eh?. Ya sabe, de lo que siempre tienen cosas y dulce que las pintan de amarillo.
-Señor, no tengo idea de que me habla…
-E-Está bien, entonces
Waverly: Chapter 1Chapter One: Fragile ((and Doll))Waverly: Chapter 15 years ago in Horror More Like This
Fragile didn't have a last name.
In fact, Fragile wasn't even his first name, not really. But that's what he remembered them calling him. They always said: "Be careful around him...he's Fragile right now..."
He was sure that he'd had a real name at one point. Everyone was given a real name when they were born. It's just how the world worked. But he couldn't for the life of him remember his. And Doll wouldn't tell him, if he even knew. In retrospect, he probably could've checked the patient records at the institution he'd come from. But he wasn't entirely lucid at that point, so he couldn't blame himself for not thinking of it.
So he called himself Fragile, when people needed something to address him by.
Doll didn't tell him anything about himself. What he was like before. Whether this was on purpose or because even Doll didn't remember, Fragile couldn't be sure. Doll wouldn't even tell him that much. Fragile didn't remember anything before Doll started
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...?"
Bitter [Loki x Reader (pt 17)]You spent the next morning adjusting quickly to Stark Tower. From what you had learned in being abducted by Loki, you had no idea, really, how long your time would be in a place. You also needed to expect that anything would happen. Of course, Stark Tower was a lot milder than the Underground. The top few floors had become the Avengers Headquarters. And you had made yourself right at home, much to the discomfort of Dr. Banner and Captain Rogers. Tony seemed pleased and even amused by it, and you almost had a complete layout of the top two floors by the time you were offered lunch. Steve had decided to cook something, so all the Avengers felt compelled to try it. Rather, they were all familiar with Steve's cooking and would not pass up such a delightful opportunity. But you couldn't really taste the dish; you were hardly hungry. You picked at the food, like Natasha, who seemed to have a habit of always eating cautiously. You caught yourself staring at Thor several times, and once his eyBitter [Loki x Reader (pt 17)]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
HTMR-Si no fuera un pais... 08Capítulo 8. “Primeros pasos.”HTMR-Si no fuera un pais... 082 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rafael se negaba rotundamente a separarse del moreno. Él lo quería, y era algo que Rafa se negaba a perder a todo costo, durante años estuvo solo y sufriendo tomando el papel de una rata de laboratorio, pero ahora sentía seguridad…
Pancho acariciaba a Rafael para tratar de calmarlo. Aunque en este mundo Rafael tenía el cabello descuidado y algo enredado, igual Francisco lo encontraba hermoso y disfrutaba acariciar cada largo cabello de él.
-¿Por qué no tienes el cabello sujeto con algo?... Usted odia traer el cabello suelto…
-Eso es debido a que no nos podemos arriesgar a nada poniéndole una liga a su alcance.
-Ya va a empezar de nuevo este… ¿Y qué podría hacer?, ¿Sacarle un ojo a usted con la liga?.
-No conoce a Rafael tanto como dice…
-¿Y usted que sabe de
Magic [Loki x Reader (pt10)]He dragged you down a corridor and a flight of steps and you just couldn't ignore the peculiarity of the architecture, as though the builder had been trying to create a maze rather than a fortress. "Where are you taking me?"Magic [Loki x Reader (pt10)]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh this is fantastic," he answered back cheerily, still pulling you along at an alarming speed. "This is so great! I doubt you've any idea how excited I am to have you on my side.."
You cringed. "I just wanna keep you safe, that's all. Respect for human life. Uh...demi-god life."
"I don't care how you justify it," he said, stopping in a square, windowless room and letting go of you, turning to face you. He faced you and put his hands on your shoulders, looking at you with just so much hope it made you feel like you could fly. "You're such a capable mind. Oh, you could be great. You could be a sorceress. You could be a queen! My queen!" He paused a moment, expression growing more serious as his face came closer to yours. "Your eyes are enthralling..."
3: Beauty and the Beast"You look like a princess, dear," Fiona stepped back so that Beth had a better view of herself in the full length mirror.3: Beauty and the Beast3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beth's heart skipped when she looked over her reflection, barely recognizing the young lady who stared back. The gown she wore, though not cut in the latest fashion, was a rich emerald green that complimented her fair skin and rich brown curls. The skirt was full, the silk flaring slightly at the hips and reaching to the floor where the hem was stitched in an ornate pattern of golden ivy. The stitching continued up the skirt to the bodice, wrapping around it in a way that complimented her narrow waist.
The bodice was cut lower than the style that Beth was used to and was trimmed in black lace, and Beth couldn't help but feel self conscious about the amount of cleavage that it revealed. Yet Fiona assured her that it was not at all inappropriate, that it barely revealed anything at all, which relieved Beth somewhat.
Fiona had also managed to style Beth's unruly tresse