#focus and flow

[growthmasterylab]

You're not far behind — your habits are. Upgrade the pattern, not just the plan. When your energy is intentional, success becomes predictable.

[theserenefounder]

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[arksale1]

4 ONE-MINUTE Habits That Save Me 20+ Hours a Week: Time Management For Busy People

In our busy lives, a few hours a week means time for a date or a few hours of self-love pruning in the bath, so imagine what you could do with 10, 20 or even more extra time each week. 🤯 Well, from reading some of the best time management books out there, these are my top 4 quick habits to efficiently manage your time, which save me hours each week 🙌 They are simple but hugely effective…

[northstarscowboyhat]

I think Clover should scream and yell and bite and blast things when they're angry, actually

[tobethemselves]

I’d love to know why Louis is ONCE AGAUN forced to stunt! WTF! Why?!!!

I understand your frustration but this is sadly the reality for a lot of closeted people in the industry. And if you look at what happens in the US and so many other countries at the moment, I think it's really clear why Louis and Harry decide to stay in the closet for now, and stunting to appear straight is part of that.

And as much as a lot of us hate it, it's a big part of the industry in general too. Not only for queer people, a lot of stars use this for several different reasons, mostly to promote a project of theirs, stay relevant and create stories that will keep their names in the press.

Apart from that I don't really see Louis or Harry being forced to do it anymore. If they are stunting now, it's definitely something they agreed on. And that doesn't mean that it's their fault, it means I think they have more ability to have a say in things since they started their solo careers.

If you want to read more about why so many stars including HL do stunts you can look through my hashtags PR STUNTS, LOUIS' CAREER and MUSIC INDUSTRY. And I also recommend reading these posts here and here.

@daisiesonafield-blog has a lot of information on her blog too, it's very organized if you go there on web.

[riptidesblog]

Masters of Life

This was inspired by the tags @calypsolemon left on my The Conduit piece:

[rowanisawriter]

some talk of you and me

teia/viago - on/off relationship study - 4k words

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“Teia,” he says, tongue loosened by her presence, always a risk, always a danger. Like poison. Subtle. Unnoticed. One moment, he is on his own and on his guard. The next, a Cantori in his bed, her hair on his face, the smell of vanilla sinking into the very walls of his room. “Stay.”

She bristles at the order so plainly given, propping herself up on her elbow. The soft movement of her breasts pulling his attention. His hand moves on its own to trace the curves. She lets him. “Why?” she asks.

Why indeed. Many times he has asked himself the same question and only come up with a jumble of emotion in response, in his own mind, once orderly and organized, now a chaotic mess. The smell of her hair weaving in and out of his consciousness at all times. Asleep. Awake. At work. While touching poison to his own lips to create some kind of resistance. If only he could have known there is no resistance from this, the worst, most insidious poison. Love. Love. Love.

Teia and Viago, on and off and on and off throughout act 1.

[user-without-a-cool-acronym]

I know you're both ninjago and Epic the musical fan, so hear me out: God Games but instead of Athena, it's Lloyd trying to convince the Source Dragons to forgive Arin

YESSSSSS

There are slight allusions to something that happens in season 3 part 2 in this, as well as the name of one of the source dragons that is revealed there, so spoiler cut

Energy could be like Apollo, an easier entrance to the whole thing since Lloyd is his conduit

Then Motion as Hephaestus, still relatively easy

Life as Aphrodite and Strength as Ares

Flow as Hera, because we haven't seen her involve herself in the show yet in any way and there needs to be one for Hera

And finally for spoilery reasons: Focus as Zeus

[scribblue]

I am demanding more lore for the Source Ninja AU. Please.

now

Happy to talk about it!! I’m still working out the details, but here is some more info about this AU!

BASIC PREMISE: When the source dragons face unavoidable extinction, the main six ninja are made their predecessors.

(Note: I haven’t seen s3pt2, so if there are spoilers that contradict this AU, please refrain from telling me)

It is set in a hypothetical future where Ras’s grand plans included capturing and draining every source dragon to reverse the merge and release his master, which he successfully did… much to the detriment of everyone else.

The source dragons mortal forms were inflicted with wasting disease, and the intense drain on their power weakened them.

Knowing the source dragons were not long for this world, and that the un-merging realms would collapse in on themselves in their wake, Lloyd offered to become more than a conduit to one of their powers, so that it might live on in him. Although warned it would fundamentally alter his body and mind, he insisted.

The other ninja stepped up to offer themselves to the cause, as well. Each one of them was gifted the powers of a source dragon.

Lloyd: Life || Nya: Flow || Kai: Motion || Focus: Zane || Strength: Cole || Energy: Jay

All of their bodies were physically altered into dragons/conceptual beings, except for Zane; his soul was drawn from his android body, which was left behind under Pixal’s care.

The ‘source ninja’ defeated Ras and restored the merged realms.

❗️All of the ninja except Lloyd had their memories altered/lost in the transformation, making them believe they’d always been source dragons. Lloyd kept his memories due to being part dragon/oni and already having been a conduit.

Lloyd visits the merged realms frequently and attempts to convince his companions to do the same, explaining what their previous lives were like and attempting to jog their memories. Though not always receptive to this, some of the other ninja do start to come around to the idea when glimpses of their old lives break through.

Once they are no longer mortal, their powers must go to a new host. Lloyd choses to gift his powers to Arin, Zane gifts his to Pixal, Cole gifts his to Fritz, Nya gifts hers to Spitz, Kai gifts his to Jake, and Jay– not trusting his current fuzzy memories as is– allows his to be selected at random.

I’m currently working on a fic where Zane regains his memories with Pixal’s help, and I hope to write/draw more for it in general! Feel free to send me any questions and I’ll do my best to answer heheh

[good-beanswrites]

john x fuuta ?👉👈 or 090309

I love the dynamic between them all, thank you for the request! I went with an earlier meeting for them (well, one of the first times Fuuta's aware of speaking with John, at least). As much as I joke about Fuuta being starstruck by his strength in the attack, I tried to take a more serious route for the "something to rely on" vibe.

John’s eyes flicked over Fuuta, sprawled out on his bedding and looking up expectantly.

“Man, you look like shit.”

Fuuta scowled deeper. “I asked for the reason you’re here in the middle of the fucking night, not your opinion.”

“That is the reason I came.”

Somehow, amid all the other things he had to worry about given the horror of the past few days and exile that followed, Mikoto had still found the time to lose sleep over Fuuta’s condition. John had always liked the guy, but he wasn’t in the business of watching over people he didn’t truly care about. He didn’t know what Mikoto saw in him to cause such an overreaction.

Though, with the futon dragged to the bars of the cell, and bathing him in the dim light of the guard’s tower, it was becoming clear that Mikoto’s concern was indeed warranted. Fuuta appeared deathly. The fresh injuries had been bandaged, but there were stains where blood was beginning to seep through. His eye – the one that had survived the ordeal – was bloodshot and rimmed with dark bags. His hair was as tangled as the rumpled hoodie it poked out of.

Fuuta was still staring in anticipation. It took John a moment to understand why. 

“You recognize me.”

“No shit. Mikoto came in here like a fumbling idiot earlier today. He wanted to make sure I was okay or whatever. Like I’d be okay after what happened!” He paused, a clanging from someone else’s cell briefly distracting him. “But you… the way you carry yourself… it’s different.”

“Not that different. I’m here for the same reason.”

The plan was simple. Once Fuuta slept, Mikoto would relax, and everyone would be happy. If it turned out to be his injuries keeping him awake, John didn’t mind crushing Fuuta’s pride and explaining his weakness to the doctor to get more painkillers. If it was noisy neighbors, he’d teach one of those girls a lesson the following day. If the problem was just plain insomnia, well, John’s swinging arm was still completely functional...

“I just want to make sure you’re sleeping.”

“Don’t tell me you’re as disgustingly sentimental as him.”

John’s expression twitched. He didn’t appreciate the condescension. That was Mikoto’s most admirable trait, after all – offering help to others even when he was falling apart himself. He was so selfless, so self-sacrificial. It was no wonder John felt compelled to do the same for him. But Fuuta…

“Ugh, he’s always trying to be buddy-buddy with everyone around here, it makes me sick. Nice words don’t do shit. Look where his friendship with Kotoko got him, eh? That’s what these fools still don’t understand – you need to face these things head-on.”

“Oi, don’t be hard on me just for caring.” He didn’t say it as any sort of gentle encouragement; it was a command, and Fuuta understood. He snapped his attention away from where he’d been peering around the bars. “The world needs more people with that kindness. That optimistic view of life, of others, no matter what – it’s why I’ll do everything I can to save me.”

Silence stretched after the intense comment. Fuuta was looking away again, and John couldn’t read him. When he did speak, his voice came out more defeated than expected.

“Tch. Well. Not all of us have that luxury.”

“Of what?”

“Of you.”

His eyebrows raised.

Cheeks reddening, Fuuta hurried to add, “I mean someone to have your back like that. I wish I could be half as relaxed as that, but I can’t afford to let my guard down. I need to be strong myself, I don’t have anyone else to take care of my problems for me.”

It hit him suddenly, that everything came down to that. Relief washed over him, now that a clear, easy, (and nonviolent) solution had presented itself.

“What if you did? I could take over your little sentry duty for the night.”

“W-what do you –?”

He gestured to where Fuuta was laying. “No need to play dumb. You’ve been keeping an eye on everything, even the other side of the guard’s tower. The sounds from around cell eight have caught your attention. You’re positioned so you can see cell six, but haven’t moved all the way over, because cell ten has easiest access from the right.”

“The others would say it’s pointless, or that they’re handling it. I’m not buying it, though. I don’t care if they say it’s crazy of me to do.”

“I think…” John’s posture softened. “I think it’s very selfless of you.”

He was constantly amazed at Fuuta’s tendency to react to everything as if it were some world-shattering statement just told to him.

“So?” He prodded before Fuuta’s expression could grow any more wide-eyed. “How about it?”

 “I mean… they told me about the attacks… what you did…”

John set his jaw. No matter how many times it had happened in the past few days, it still stung to see how quickly people turned against him because of the fight. He thought they all had come to terms with each other’s capabilities for violence, but as usual, the moment he showed his true face, the world turned against him.

Of course Fuuta could never relax knowing such a violent and unpredictable person was sitting right beside him through the night. It was a miracle he hadn’t panicked immediately at the sight of yet another cold, towering figure appearing at his door in the middle of the night.

John stretched his right arm across his chest. It looked like his original solution still stood. Fuuta said problems should be faced head-on. Surely he’d understand this was for his own good.

“…Yeah, okay.” Fuuta gave a decisive nod. He beckoned with a jerk of his head. “I trust you.”

“I –” John blinked. “What?”

“You understand me. You understand what it takes to be in a place like this.” His gaze flit away momentarily. “You’re incredibly strong. You’re prepared, and have good instincts, and your confidence is –" Noticing how intently John was listening, he interrupted himself to bark, “but don’t think I couldn’t handle this on my own! It’s only because you offered, and it’s a smart move. I’ll just sleep for a bit, we can take shifts. Wake me in three hours, okay?”

“Fine by me.” A little lying was definitely better than what else he’d had in mind.

Fuuta moved his futon over a few feet so John could settle into his carefully chosen spot on the ground. Everything was all set to begin keeping watch, until a new sound rose up to drown out the other noises in the panopticon – soft snoring from beside him.

He glanced over in disbelief at the instantaneous security Fuuta had sunk into. All the tension had melted away from his face and shoulders. He lay completely at peace.

John had achieved his goal. He should be celebrating. Instead, he couldn’t help heaving a heavy sigh.

How did he end up with two self-destructive idiots to watch over?

[theserenefounder]

Urban Serenity – Let the Lake Still Your Thoughts and Ignite Your Flow

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[teddybeartoji]

i really have lost all confidence in my writing lmao i hate it

[nellandvoid]

when you try to flirt with the weird guy from the cabin in the woods but he’s so depressed that he doesn’t even look at you while you’re talking to him

panels from a scrapped first meet concept (ended up changing how they actually meet) but i love how they look aka: i spent so much fucking time drawing them that i couldn’t just not show y’all

they do still first “meet” when stan does his first tour and takes ford’s identity, but they don’t actually meet-meet until about a week later

she worked as a janitor at dusk 2 dawn at the time and would deliver groceries to the actual ford when he stopped doing his weekly restock (he helped her clean up a spill once so she decided she owed him her life) so they have their first one-on-one convo when she goes to drop the groceries off and stan invites her in to look around as a thank-you when he recognizes her from the tour, and she agrees cause she was originally very curious about why ford never let her into his cabin before when dropping off groceries and then became even MORE curious when he just. randomly charges everyone to come take a tour of the place

[nattravn-art]

More Bloodborne runes (Communion - Impurity - Moon) as I continue learning pixel art!

[Transparent versions masterpost]

[abyssruler]

“Do you ever wonder what it would have been like? You know, if… if your past hadn’t happened.”

Xiao looks up from the leaf butterfly he’s weaving. Confusion is written over his face. “What?”

“Y’know. When you were…” Your hands form shapeless gestures in the air as you try to phrase what you know must hurt him lightly. “…enslaved,” you finish quietly. “And everything that came after that.”

His eyes narrow at you. Not in a hostile way, but like he can’t figure out what you’re thinking. His butterfly sits half-finished in his hands.

“Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble in a low voice, shrugging. “You seem really sad sometimes. Like you’re longing for a life you never had.”

His lips open, like he plans to say something but can’t find the words. A long silence passed, and you begin to wonder whether asking such a question out of the blue was unwise. Bringing up such memories must be painful for him.

When you’re about to apologise and change the subject, he speaks.

“I think… it would have been nice.” He pauses. He doesn’t need to say anything more: he doesn’t have to. The following silence contains everything left unspoken: the heartbreaks; the torment; the bloodshed. The lingering knowledge that maybe, if things had turned out differently, they would belong to somebody else. Be somebody else’s burden to bear. Not his. You lower your eyes to your lap.

“But…”

You glance up.

“But I am not unhappy. The adepti are well. Morax—Zhongli—lives on. And…” He takes a breath. Softly, he continues. “If the past had not happened the way it did, perhaps I would not have met you. Then, I would be unhappy.”

AUGH ANON I LOVE THIS LITTLE BLURB. the soft vulnerability in xiao, him basically admitting he’d do it all again just for the sake of meeting you!!! such a short piece but your writing is so good.

[lunasilvis]

Life took a lil 180˚ this weekend 🤟 Suddenly I'm currently very busy setting up a business I feel confident enough about will shine. It's a bizz idea that's so close to me, my heart and spirit and the (geeky) things I like. It simmered (& apparently riped) in the back of my head for +2 yrs now – but I finally could reserve a full weekend to do product research & dive further into its market value and potential.

I see only a neglectable number of possible pitfalls (which could be tackled smartly with the right marketing), and little reason these beneficial products cannot be turned into promising, amazing and long-lasting.

Sneak peak: It's a lil edgy, out-of-the-box, funky, professional, unique yet fits so damn well in the current belonging (niche) market.