strangerat:

friedrichsteinkopf:

swiss-sniper:

rogue-ambassador:

thatsnotapplejuice:

toptroublemaker:

scottishafro:

cel-fantome:

(( made a pixel thing because what a cute ))

((I DID IT))

[[BECAUSE WHY NOT]]

[[d-derp]]

[might as well.]

(( I’m so productive. ))

sane-soldier answered: Usually a break will work. If not, try drawing anything at all, even if it’s bad. Did you have something you wanted to do but couldn’t?

 I wanted to draw gifts for people. Draw and write replies to people. There’s a long list of what I want to do… But I don’t know. Maybe I really don’t want to? There’s no will or urge to do it. I’m not sure how to explain. 

But I do agree, breaks usually help. But this one feels too long.

lol, I didn’t know clicking “enter” when typing the title of a post would automatically publish it.

Anyways, I’m sorry to all my followers for being dead and stuff. I’m not sure when I’ll return. Hopefully it’s soon.

ANYONE KNOW HOW TO GET INSPIRED AND MOTIVATED AGAIN? Or how to break art blocks? Or how to not be such a lazy fak?

tried drawing for the first time in a week or so and urghh it didn’t work

shouldn’t have tried

Letting everyone know that I’m not dead. 

snowboundengie:

Ramsey was about ready to give up and just wander on back to his workshop when the door opened, and he took a step back. The smoke was a bit much for him, but he didn’t want to be rude so his nose only wrinkled slightly and he stifled a cough, “Ah-… No emergency.” He noticed the disheveled look about Craig before he continued on, “Sorry, did I wake you up? Sorry if I did I just-” Ramsey bent down to pick up a six-pack in each hand, lifting them up, “I did promise ya a drink!”

He remembered the Soldier’s fondness for the drink but didn’t know how much he did drink, so he hoped an even dozen would be good for the both of them. Ramsey wasn’t up to drinking alone tonight, so he hoped that he could have some company while fulfilling a promise at the same time. Might as well anyway.

Craig merely smiled, and scratched the back of his neck once he was reminded of Ramsey’s promise, “Yeah, I remember.” Ramsey’s discomfort from the smoke, although barely seen, did not go unnoticed. His room was out of question for this activity. “Hm…Why don’t we head to the common room? My place is a mess.” 

ablupyro:

“I don’t understand why you are reacting so harshly. Are you homophobic? Have you lost some of you humanity, your conditioning here? Has harming people become your norm because you do nothing but harm people?” The pyro wiggled the skull off his head, setting it down.

“Go ahead and shoot me. But I think punching me now, without a mask on may suit you better. Its not good to keep frustrations bottled up. You’re quick to become hostile. Use it. Go on.”

Craig froze in his spot, clenching his jaw together, capable of only standing there and receiving the pyro’s questions.  When the pryo casually removed his skull mask and welcomed death, Craig only tensed more. This being the second time a person permitted their death before him. He shifted in his spot, cautiously urging back more.

“You’re goddamned nuts,” he blurted out loudly, “Just stay the hell away from me!!” His hand dropped from the gun and he finally turned on a heel and paced away, grumbling something on his way out.

blufemmedic:

“A Spy can always get through,” her eyes narrowed slightly in irritation before she shrugged, letting her hand drop, “But vhat Do I know hm? I Only have to follow teammates blindly und hope they do not lead me to my death.”

“Then you should hope I come into the battle with you,” he wasn’t one for being egoistic, but he couldn’t help it this time. He’s spent most of his life doing a job related to this, he’s allowed to be.