#naplunamod

[jitterbugjive]

t...thank you so much. this is the first time I've ever had anyone see it as not this horrible thing that I do or me wanting to unalive myself. it just helps me manage when emotions get too big for my body and need a way out ( and it is something I'm working on in therapy) but I also always feel horrible when I relapse. (and I've never found my scars embarrassing quite the opposite actually lol I think they're the only beautiful thing on my body cause they mean I'm surviving.)

In training I was taught about the Stages of Change Model of Overcoming Addiction, and cutting is a form of addiction. It shows a very natural cycle that people go through, and relapse is a very common and natural state to reach, but it's never the end all as long as you survive it, and you can always repeat the cycle to aim for the 'graduation' stage where you get past relapse.

I suggest looking this up and reading some articles about it.

[naplunamod]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity! ❤

my daughter

fanfiction

my friends

social media

fanfic authors

[moderndayportia]

What do you do when you have writer's block?

Thanks for the ask. I’m by no means an expert- hell, I’ve been blocked for about 2 years- but I will share some of the things I do that help me in hopes that maybe they can help you and others?

1. Ask for prompts:

Writing short, low-stakes, no-pressure stories has really helped me reconnect with my writing and my readers recently. It also helps that the fandom is so wildly encouraging. I feel so motivated to do more for them.

2. Read:

And I don’t mean fanfiction. This is my biggest source of inspiration for writing. I read novels, short stories, poems, memoirs- anything that will create space in my mind for new ideas to spark. This is probably highly personal for every writer,  but Haruki Murakami is my go-to: he is prolific, so there’s always another book to dive into, and his novels create these spaces  and images in my mind that I carry around with me and just think about. Suddenly there are two moons in the sky, or 30 chapters in to a normal plot a cat can speak, or it starts raining fish at a bus stop, or you are walking through an underground tunnel system surrounded by mysterious creatures, or there is a man on a mountain dressed as a sheep. Find stories that are steroids for your imagination and give them space to inspire you.

3. Read out loud:

Hearing can trigger new ideas in a way that reading can’t. Sometimes when I’m trying to work on the next part or chapter of a story and I feel stuck, I go back and read the previous part out loud. Sometimes I take a walk and have my iPhone read it to me. Being passive and listening may open some doors that you aren’t able to force open by being active through reading.

4. Collect images and language:

If I was a more organized person, I would tell you to write them down, but for me I just keep them in my head. I can sometimes build a whole story from one image or expression. For example, I’ve been thinking about an unmoored rowboat by a dock since I read a Mary Oliver poem years and years ago. I was recently able to use it in a drabble and it really was the point of that drabble- everything I wrote lead up to that. There are other things I carry around in my head from my own experiences: a woman standing alone on a subway platform as a yellow train pulls away; my bicycle basket filled with cherry blossom petals outside the elementary school;  a lonely nighttime walk up a dark mountain road bordered by towering hyacinth bushes; a fox eyeing me warily at 2am in the middle of a London sidewalk; a bartender chiseling an ice cube into a perfect square; a fire escape up a building I couldn’t help but climb. These may never make it into a story, or they may become a part of a story, or they may become a whole story. I think everyone has these kinds of experiences but it’s just a matter of observing them while they are happening and remembering what makes them special. And then dipping into that well and letting them inform and inspire your writing when the time is right (and when you need them).

5. Find your theme:

This is where I often get the most stuck. Establishing what idea you want to explore should inform every other part of your story, from the pacing, to the plot points to the figurative language. Even in my smut, I try to explore some kind of theme, e.g, ‘In this story, I want to examine trust while in this one I want to play around with ideas of privacy and the public eye.’ If you can set that as your point A before you even start concepting a plot, you may find it easier write something that feels...substantive? I’m not sure if that’s the right word. Meaningful? Fulfilling? Name your poison.

6. Don’t compare yourself to others:

This might be controversial, but when I’m trying to get in creative mode I don’t read other fanfiction from the fandom I’m writing for. I found that I personally can’t stop comparing myself to other, better writers, and then I feel bad and just stop producing. So while I support all the wonderful authors in the KS fandom in spirit, I have to take a break from reading their works while I’m working on my own.

7. Make space and time for your writing:

This is by far the hardest part for me. My work tends to siphon all of the creative energy, so I have to make a concerted effort to carve out a time when I have both energy and inspiration to write. Rituals can help define the time- I light some incense, pour a glass of yerba mate, put on some cello music, and dim the the lights. That’s my routine that tells my mind and body, okay, now is the time we do what we need for our creative fulfillment.

8. Don’t aim for perfect from the start:

Everyone has their own way of writing, but what works for me is writing in layers. My first pass is essentially just a sloppy, sketchy, un-punctucated mess. Sometimes that’s enough and I call it a day (or a month or a year). Then I start going over it again and again, refining with each pass. I take lots of breaks so that I can come back with fresh eyes. I don’t strive for perfection at any stage. Eventually I will have built up all of the layers and the story will be just how it should be, but the process can be messy and wild along the way. And that’s perfectly fine.

9. Alcohol (and sometimes weed)

------------------- So those are the tools I have in my arsenal for uncorking writers block. Does anyone else have good tips for OP (and me)? Please share!

[kendochick-moor]

Gasp!!! Happy birthday 🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂

Thank you! ^_^

[askqueenmoon-soldier]

Asked by

@niluith-moonlady @destinyhunter77 @solarisgtr @snippsnappdoggo @naplunamod

Ask-“Heya! How's life on the daily round here?”

HW-“It is quite good. And my job is done here, as well. So now I can relax”

Ask-“Is Twilight okay? That looked like it might have hurt a bit”

HW-“Don't worry Miss Twilight is fine. I took her to Miss Red Heart. Now I need to change”

Ask-“Whoa... Your eye, its... Well, maybe I shouldn't speak like that. What happened to it?”

Ask-“I hope it's not a sore subject, but might I ask what's the matter with your eye?”

Ask-”if you don't mind me asking what happened to your eye?”

HW-”Oh! I don't mind talking about my scars. I got three from training. The burn mark I got from an intruder”

[tatersblog]

drawing request 5 from @naplunamod

you wanted confidence, I wanted another sitting pose. hope you like the drawing.

[rosafi]

Prize for @naplunamod

[enchanted-baron-answers]

...

((asked by @naplunamod and @iamyourdoubt))

[jitterbugjive]

as the person who sent in the ask about cutting in the first place i knew exactly what you were trying to say. and it honestly did make me feel better to know that if nothing else there's at least one person out there (even if he doesn't know me from the next set of words in his ask) who gets it. who gets that it makes the emotional pain just a little more bearable for another day. so pay no mind to that one person. I HEARD YOUR MESSAGE LOUD AND CLEAR 💙

I'm glad you could hear that message from someone.

I might have even better things to say once I've done the self harm course and learned even more about it and working with people who do it.

[naplunamod]

A small little ficlet I wrote for a prompt in a Sakura Haruno discord group I'm in.

Title: Colors Prompt: Hollow

They couldn't have picked a more perfect day for a wedding Sai mused as he stood off to the side of the veranda with Naruto and Kakashi. Blue skies, brilliant green grass, white chairs lined with white lillies filled with the various faces and colors of all their friends. It was the greatest artestic poetic justice for Sakura to get married on a day that was the literal embodiment of her name sake. It's hard to believe that a few years ago he wouldn't have been able to see the beauty in such a simple setting. He reminisced. Just a few years ago his entire world was comprised of black and white. Right and wrong. Love and hate. There was no in between. No balance and though he didn't know it at the time it was a lonely hollow existence. But being in root did that to a person. People are easier to control, easier to manipulate if they are one of two in their own little black and white world. His first true experience of color came in the form of green. Blazing green to be exact. The bright firey green that Sakura's eyes turned when she faced him fist pulled back and flying towards his face. He'd never forget that particular shade for the rest of his days, the brilliant shade of chartreuse green the color he had come to associate with anger and consequently the last color he saw before he found himself out cold. He would soon come to realize that that color would become his favorite color at least for the time being. Slowly as his bonds with team Kakashi grew his world filled with wonderful colors of all shades and hues. The bright tuscany yellow that was Naruto's grin. The warm cinnamon of friendship that was bonding over a bag of shared chips with Choji after a particularly hard mission. The bushy inky-ness of Gai-Sensei's eyebrows as they ran laps in the evening sunset. The comforting cloud silver that was relaxing next to Kakashi-taichou reading a good book under a nice shady tree.

Little by little his world filled with a myriad of colors of light, laughter and eventually love. If he thought chartreuse green was his favorite green it was nothing compared to the breath taking basil that Sakura's eyes darkened to or the blossoming of carnations against her ivory skin as they explored and learned what felt good together. It was humbling knowing that she trusted him, possibly even loved him enough to let him see her at her most vulnerable. Not as the firey warrior kunochi but as a woman, soft and gentle just for him. She taught him how to physically love as a man and he taught her the beauty of the pale scars of hard work littering her body. Each passing day his world became bigger a little less hollow. There was no longer just black and white, right and wrong, hate and love. There were now shades of everything in between. Being with Sakura also taught him that two people could love each other but not be in love with each other. It was a hard lesson to learn but it really didn't sink in until his world exploded in shades of maya blues and chiffon yellows. And when he told Sakura she smiled and congratulated him and wished him well. It wouldn't be until much later at his own wedding when his world was no longer a hollow void that he would realize the color of heartbreak was that of damp moss. And one by one as each of their friends got married, settled down, started lives together and even, in Naruto's case suprisingly, started families he became all too familiar with that particular shade.

And how with each passing happy moment her eyes grew a little less bright and a little more hollow. Even now as she walked down the isle smiling brilliantly for those gathered for her special occasion. Even as she gazed seemingly lovingly into the eyes of some unknown beau that they just met perhaps a month ago courtesy of her parents. Even as she said her vows and blushed prettily the perfect picture perfect blushing bride. He knew. Sai could see the hollow moss of her eyes and he wondered how long it would take until her world was just as empty.

[moderndayportia]

Happy BIRTHDAY

THANK YOU

[kendochick-moor]

haku x sakura snow day fluff

Haku looked at Sakura through the falling snow, confused. In his long-fingered hands he held a package wrapped in silvery white paper and tied with red ribbon.

“What’s this?”

“Ah, well, I noticed you no longer had your own scarf, so I made you a new one,” said Sakura, rubbing at the back of her head. “I made it double-wide, so you can wrap it around you like a shawl. I admit the quality isn’t great, but I stayed up all night.”

Tilting his delicate head to the side, Haku regarded Sakura. She had a brightness to her he’d always longed to approach, in spite of the territoriality of her teammates. That day, she had dark smudges under her eyes. Still, she shone for him.

“I’m not staying in Konoha, though,” said Haku, reluctantly. “I won’t need a scarf when I return to Mist.”

Sakura smiled warmly at him. “I know. That’s why it’s in a bag. It can double as a pillow, that way, when you travel, it will support your head.”

Taking half a step closer, Sakura reached out and wrapped her arms around Haku’s slender shoulders. She gave him a brief hug.

“This way we’ll always be tied together by the red string of fate,” she said, hugging him. “Promise you’ll write when you get there?”

She stepped back, her eyes shining hopefully at him.

A light flush across his cheeks, Haku nodded. A hint of a smile kicked up the corners of his shy mouth. “I will.”

Sakura transformed before him, beaming at him excitedly.

“I can’t wait to be penpals!”

“Sakura! Time to go!” called Sakura’s mother.

Quickly giving Haku a final crushing hug, Sakura bobbed her head and waved at him, hurrying after her mother. “My address is in the bag!” she called, her mittened hands cupped to her mouth.

Staring after Sakura a moment longer, Haku squeezed the going away present to him before turning back to his big brother.

“She came all the way here, just to give you a scarf?”

“She made it,” explained Haku.

Zabuza, bundled up tightly in a long coat and gloves, his face covered by his mask, held open the door to the car that would deliver them to the train station.

“Time to go.”

“Ah,” agreed Haku.

Still, thought the fair young man, he had something to look forward to when he returned home.

The scarf was soft and warm, just as Sakura had promised.

What could he send her in return, he wondered, and spent the rest of his trip mulling over his options. His fingers roved over the stitches, occasionally uneven but becoming close to perfect by the end, making him smile. Definitely hand-made. Definitely Sakura.

He would continue to try hard, just like she did.

[arcticusvulpes96]

Thank you: vexhoor naplunamod discordtrixieandspike For notifying me it was after the credits in the theater only.

[krissiekat]

I finished it For my good friend who's goin through some stuff

[enchanted-baron-answers]

Gender technically does not apply to me though since I am a time lord. I can easily change my anatomy when I regenerate, so its not really all that important.

((asked by @naplunamod))

[askprincesstutu]

Ahiru...Fakir or Mytho?

...peppermint, anyone?