#never stop creating

[verkomy]

I often see people asking "is the idea I have unique and interesting?" and I think the most important thing is — is it unique to you, is it interesting to you? does it make you happy? does it bring you comfort? is it inspired by things you love and cherish? if so, that's the only thing that really matters because it doesn’t have to be good for the whole world, it has to be good for you. so create, tell stories, inspire, be grateful for other creators and respect their work and if what you do has a part of who you are in it then it will always be unique.

and just look at you! you created something with your own mind, the ideas came out of you and you put it on paper with whatever skill and experience you have at the moment and it will only become better with time and practice! you made it! cherish it!

[seaweedmakesart]

I’ve seen so much pride Radioapple fanart. I love it don’t stop.

[bloodrime]

"desires of the flesh" by @weatheredlaw has changed how i view myself and it put worms in my brain. so. fanart

[tiofrean]

I did a thing. I learned something. The something was not to give up when a depressive episode kicks your metaphorical balls. Or the real ones, if you got 'em.

Stay artsy, friends <3

[toadboatt]

Whatever you choose to do, dont forget to make some fucking art.

Art by: toadboatt (me!)

[sun-e-chips]

You ever scrolling through tumbler and you see everyones beautiful au’s of these beloved jesters and think

Damn am I lucky to exist in this world at this time

[ferretpajamapants]

now that it's actually the day, MERRY BIRTH @sunshine-cat !! sorry ik you already saw, I'm just very pumped about this piece lolol

[mothice]

im a simple person

i see art

i like it

reblog it

and follow the artist

then i can see more art

and more people see the art

and thats how the world keeps going

[harmonyhealinghub]

Embracing the Creative Journey: Stay Inspired, Never Stop Creating Shaina Tranquilino February 23, 2024

It's easy to feel overwhelmed and drained of inspiration. Whether you're an artist, writer, entrepreneur, or anyone pursuing a creative endeavour, the journey is often fraught with challenges that can dampen your spirit. However, the key to a fulfilling and successful creative journey lies in staying inspired and never ceasing to create. In this blog post, we'll explore some powerful strategies to keep the creative flame burning and encourage you to push through the inevitable obstacles. Cultivate a Curious Mind:

One of the most effective ways to stay inspired is to maintain a curious and open mind. Embrace a lifelong learning mentality, explore new ideas, and seek inspiration from various sources. Attend workshops, read diverse genres, and engage with people from different walks of life. The more you expose yourself to new perspectives, the richer your well of inspiration becomes. Embrace Failure as a Stepping Stone:

Failure is an inherent part of any creative process. Instead of viewing it as a roadblock, see it as a stepping stone toward growth and improvement. Every setback offers valuable lessons that can fuel your creativity. Thomas Edison once said, "I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work." Embrace the journey, learn from mistakes, and use them as building blocks for your next creation. Establish a Consistent Routine:

While creativity often thrives on spontaneity, having a consistent routine can provide a stable foundation for your creative pursuits. Set aside dedicated time each day or week for your craft. This routine not only fosters discipline but also creates a conducive environment for inspiration to strike. Whether it's a designated writing hour, painting session, or brainstorming period, a routine can help keep your creative juices flowing. Surround Yourself with Inspiration:

Your environment plays a crucial role in shaping your creative mindset. Surround yourself with things that inspire you – be it artwork, books, nature, or even inspirational quotes. Create a workspace that reflects your personality and fuels your creativity. When you're immersed in an environment that resonates with your passion, you're more likely to stay inspired and motivated. Collaborate and Connect:

Creativity thrives in collaboration. Engage with fellow creatives, share ideas, and collaborate on projects. Networking not only opens doors to new opportunities but also exposes you to fresh perspectives. Attend creative meet-ups, join online forums, and build a supportive community that encourages you to keep creating.

In the journey of creativity, staying inspired is not a destination but a continuous process. Embrace challenges, cultivate curiosity, learn from failures, establish routines, surround yourself with inspiration, and connect with a community of like-minded individuals. By adopting these strategies, you'll find that the creative spark within you remains alive and well, propelling you forward on an ever-evolving and fulfilling creative journey. Remember, stay inspired, and never stop creating.

[bigmegachad]

And we love them for it

Fanfiction writers be like:

"here's the immensely time consuming 100K word novel-length passion project I'm working on between my real life job and family! It eats up hundreds of hours of my one and only life, causes me emotional harm, and I gain basically nothing from it! Also I put it on the internet for free so anyone can read if they want. Hope you love it!" :)

[breebles5]

I've been dead tired and haven't been inspired to draw a full piece as of late, but at least I don't use fuckin AI

[cussundria-nerd-kneal]

Yes to both.

WHY YOU SHOULD WRITE HORRIBLY:

1. You’ll never write anything if you don’t

[moonbugs9058]

Just a big sappy thank you

Struck with the sudden appreciation for my readers...some of you are literally my biggest fans. It's unreal how much i'm appreciated for my work and every time I get a comment telling me that my time was well-spent, it makes me feel like one day I can make it with an original universe. It makes me happy to know that the words I write are worth taking time out of your day to leave thoughtful comments and kudos.

I usually stick to small fandoms when I write; those fandoms have less content to read. I like writing for games like Yo-Kai watch and Exoclonist, or shows like Psych. I like putting my best into things that I know will be enjoyed. I like that I can write someone's escape, and that I can inspire people to create content and not be ashamed of sharing it. I'm so glad that all those years ago, I decided to post my fist fic. It was awful, mostly because I was young, but it gave me the confidence to keep going with it. I got support regardless of how bad it was, and I got to establish connections with other authors in similar boats. My works meant something to someone, even back then, and that's what makes everything worth it. (For those wondering, my oldest works are all deleted now; a decision I made when I moved to AO3. The things I've written on AO3 that I'm no longer proud of have been marked anonymous instead of being deleted.)

Never feel bad about yourself because of your ability to create. You will improve with time. You'll find your style, you'll find the kind of themes that work with you, you'll find your fandom and you'll find your people. Keep writing. Keep drawing. Keep doing whatever you're doing, because somewhere out there, you have your own biggest fan cheering you on. Thank you to everyone who reads my works.

[kirpichq]

some lady and her angry cat

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[starssoblue]

“things were so hard with dad in recent years...how did he go from paparapluie to père? i wish i could face him and understand, but while he was still here i didn't dare try to tell him [any of my feelings] and now...it's too late.” * paparapluie is a pun on the words papa and parapluie (umbrella) since the plush is a frog. père is the french word for 'father.'