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Thinking: Inspiration

You can get inspiration for creative endeavours from just about anywhere. Maybe you play a video game and think of an idea for a protagonist in a story that shares some of their traits.

Maybe you watch a movie and adore the setting, and would love to take a spin at it yourself.

The simplest thing can inspire you…

We all say that nothing is truly original. And it’s true, because sometimes you can end up using inspiration without even noticing. You’ll think of something that works, while forgetting it’s from something you’d seen before.

But it’s not a bad thing at all.

There really is no completely original ideas to have now, but there are still different ways to approach the same idea. There can still be so much heart and passion put into something that was driven by something else.

We can all even find that our roots of being heavily influenced by certain things can eventually push us to try and be more unique, to put real heart into our ideas instead of relying on what we already know.

I used to be so big on the Sonic franchise. When I was younger it was what got me into art, it was one of the games that got me into storytelling. Particularly Sonic Adventure 2. I was too young to really consider any of its problems, I suppose.

But that aside, I used to just draw them. Just write about these characters that weren’t mine, making my own universes and interpretations of them.

Then I moved onto fan characters.

And then eventually…

I started making my own characters. My own stories and universes.

It has been a long road, over ten years at this point, but I think it’s important to remember what shaped me into who I am today. My tastes back then still kind of stay with me, and I feel confident in my ability to interpret ideas into my own because of where I started.

I get a little embarrassed about it sometimes, but I still have those fond memories. And most importantly, I still have that same inspiration I had back then.

I can observe an idea, and if I really like it, I can interpret it in a way that’s unique to me. Of course there will be other people that might do things similarly, but in the end, I know that I can really put my heart into my own creative projects.

I can chase a dream I never realised I had for years, to become a writer.

I just enjoy the humble beginnings I had, I suppose. No one really bothered to be harsh on my older art, and I never shared my older stories anywhere. I never had a knock in my confidence so I was always able to push on.

That being said, if anyone has, I really hope they don’t give up! If you’ve been told something kinda mean, you should either try ignore it and keep trying, or (oddly enough) use it as fuel to keep going. Some people get pretty far using spite like that, oddly enough.

Yeah. Random thoughts as usual.

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Short Story: The Motivator

She was putting herself down.

She kept saying it wasn’t good enough, and that it wouldn’t be finished in time.

But she pushed on anyway.

She soldiered through her tiredness of the project, through these feelings of not being good enough.

She finished it.

She showed it to me.

It was amazing. Unique. So well done.

I told her I loved it. I loved her inking, I loved her idea in general. The execution was very nice. She nailed it.

Her doubts quelled for a moment. She was able to hear a compliment and gain some confidence in herself and her work. Somebody liked it, and somebody had given her an honest compliment.

She could look at this work she’d produced, get rid of the doubts for even just a moment and tell herself that someone liked it.

I was just happy that she grew to like it too, after all those struggles.

 

He always talked down on himself and saw his work as inferior.

He always looked at other people and said that they could do it better. He doubted himself and kicked dirt at his dreams very often.

But I was here.

I saw his talent that he glossed over and always told him that he should never give up.

He is talented and recently, he finally saw himself as such.

He kept producing his comic and his work as he wanted to, even going back to change some of the older pages to improve the quality after his artwork had improved so much over the last few years.

He has grown so much.

And I am so happy that I got to watch the journey.

 

She received negativity towards her work, and she lost her motivation to create for a little while.

What was the point, she would ask herself, if people were just going to give meaningless and mean spirited critiques?

Ignore them, we told her.

Your work is unique and beautiful because you made it. You’ve been on such a long journey, and you’ve learned so much that nobody could ever hope to take away from you.

Keep creating.

She took the words and nodded her head.

She fearlessly dove back into her creative field to start creating amazing work all over again, and we loved each and every piece.

I’ve known her for a long time.

She’s come a long way and I got to watch a bit of skill turn into masterful skills.

 

I am the motivator.

My friends can get down on themselves and their work sometimes, as anyone can.

I accept that.

But I also accept my duty to lift them up and remind them that they’ve travelled a long journey that isn’t worth giving up on. That they have so much more to learn and create, there’s no reason to give up now.

I am their motivation…

And they are mine.

Short Story: At Peace

It had been a few months since the world had been mended from Hell’s attack.

A few months since Ayumu and the rest of his family from Hell had settled into their new home on Earth. It was very welcoming and warm compared to their own home, certainly. But so much to get used to.

No one was more clueless about technology than a Reaper. Both Ayumu and his father Eiji always found themselves baffled at how to send a text, how to navigate a website… It was a lot for them to get used to.

The month was October.

While the trees and leaves had gained orange colours instead of their healthy greener ones, they still looked some kind of amazing. Particularly under the soft glow of the evening, the moon was up but the skies were very clear.

It was quite bright for a night, stars covered the whole sky and the moon hung up there brightly, too.

Just wanting to take in the more relaxing and natural state of the Earth, Ayumu found himself wandering up a big hill of soft orange grass swishing around at his feet. Even if he didn’t really need to anymore, he found himself wearing his Reaper attire.

His big black cloak, and the big black boots that matched them. He was still as pale as ever, and true to having opened himself up so much, his black her wash swept back over his head to keep it out of his eyes.

He stared down at the grass at his feet until he reached the peak of the hill, and peered out into the world around him now. There was a big healthy tree at his side, the leaves all orange and yellow, warm colours.

And below his hill was a huge forest of more trees, but darkened in the light on the evening. From here, he could see the stars and the moon wonderfully. The sort of blend the sky’s colours had taken looked breathtaking.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself.

This was the first time he’d really gone off on his own to admire the Earth back in a healthier state.

And it was another time he got to think about his dearest friend Imanam…

She would have loved this. This sight, the gentle atmosphere around this place. Even if she hadn’t made it here…

Knowing this was here again made all those struggles worth it, Ayumu thought to himself.

This was his home now.

It was wonderful.

He never felt ungrateful for what he had in Hell, but the Earth had a very mystifying beauty to it that he never could have imagined before he saw it. This was the realm he would be ready to put his life on the line for again.

There was so much to see, and so much to help the humans rebuild themselves with… But stopping to take in this wonderful view was a great reminder that all their struggles were, and would continue to be worth something amazing.

His long, pointed ears twitched a little at the sound of feet stepping through the grass behind him, he turned himself to look at who it was.

Vel had found where he’d snuck off to.

“Hey,” the zombie boy greeted with a casual wave of his arm as he wandered closer. It was easy to see how blue his skin was in this light, and just how many cracks ran across his skin.

He’d opted to wear something much more casual than his little brother Ayumu, wearing a short sleeved, navy blue shirt and a pair of jeans. Sneakers on his feet. The zombie’s hair was the same as ever though, brown and pretty neatly styled across his head, getting in his face a bit.

He found himself looking up to the mixtures of purple and blue in the skies above them. “Might have known you’d come look somewhere like this. It’s real nice, though.” Vel commented. He looked to his side, his friendly green eyes locked onto Ayumu. “Hope you’re not feeling sad, out here.”

“Far from it.” Ayumu answered with a little smile. “If anything, this place is making me very happy. Just…” he glanced around again, a second time of taking in his wonderful surroundings. “We brought this back to life. We made views like this… Possible again.”

“Well… Yeah.” Vel answered, folding his arms loosely with a little laugh. He couldn’t really remember anything of the sort from his human life, so perhaps it was a good chance to take it in now.

He glanced back to his side, though. “Well, hey. Don’t stay out here too long… Come home in a little. Someone needs to make dinner, and I am not letting Eiji anywhere near the damn kitchen.”

Ayumu giggled to himself at the words, but did nod his head to agree to it. “Yes, of course.” he nodded. Vel passed him one more smile before he started walking off the way that he’d come from.

Ayumu looked back, at the sea of trees beneath this grassy hill once more…

This was certainly time he could have been spending with his family, though.

He looked back in Vel’s direction…

And started jogging his way over. “Hey!” he called out. “Wait up! I’ve got a great idea for what to cook tonight!”

A little cheesy short story, I guess a separated epilogue from the real story of Whispers of War.

But that image!

I needed to do a little something based off that image, because gosh I love how it turned out.

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