#Creative Unblock

[ancientroyalblood]

Conquering Writer's Block: Techniques to Regain Your Creative Flow

Writer’s block, that dreaded barrier that stalls creativity, is a challenge every writer faces at some point. It’s that moment when ideas seem to evaporate, and the blank page becomes an insurmountable obstacle. But fear not, for within the realm of writing, there exist techniques to overcome this creative standstill. In this blog post, we’ll delve into the realm of writer’s block and explore…

[katyspersonal]

Thinking about that time when a popular artist was a prick to me personally (claimed that I "baited" them for a conflict when all I did was pointing out something in lore contradicting their claim, without any rudeness or condescension, and basically told me to go hang out with other autists instead of bothering them) but the reason I blocked them was not that, it was the fact that they've admitted on not even caring about the source material and just using scraps from it to do their own thing. Priorities hfngkfngj

[isawjamfirst]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Trigun Stampede (Anime 2023), Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood Characters: Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryle Stryfe (Trigun) - mentioned, Roberto de Niro (Trigun Stampede) - mentioned, Lina (Trigun), Sheryl (Trigun) - mentioned

Additional Tags: vashwood - Freeform, canon divergence - trigun stampede (2023), post-julai trigun stampede, Eriks!Vash - Freeform, Amnesiac Vash, Semi-established relationship, is it a breakup if ur bf loses his memories, soft vashwood, vash falls for wolfwood a second time, wolfwood pines for vash a second time!, cant have a break can he, getting together (again?), vash has long hair, Flirting, Kissing, if "i can see it in his eyes" is a whole fic, vash and his view on love, Introspection

in which vash falls for wolfwood again even after losing his memories

read more for an excerpt c:

He had studied the photo again, sitting hunched at the sidecar of Angelina II (“What happened to Angeline I?”; “Nosey as ever.”), eyes tracing his own spikey hair. Suddenly Nicholas calling him “needle-noggin” made so much sense, what with the natural way the syllables rolled off his tongue. “We were close, huh?” Vash spoke then, muscles and bones cramping within the tight space of the sidecar all afternoon as Nicholas tore through the dunes.

Nicholas didn’t say anything for a while that Vash thought he wouldn’t get any answer at all. But the man eventually grunted, “I guess you can say that.”, which was forcibly a vague response for someone who tried to paint himself cryptic – like that wouldn’t further fuel Vash’s inquisitiveness.

Be that as it may, Vash finds it so effortless to fall into step beside Nicholas under countless tumultuous occasions, as if their bodies have long since learned each other’s complementary features. Caught in a crossfire, and they were back-to-back before Vash could even conjure the thought of calling him; tangled into instances of arguments about morale, and it would take one dumb joke for them to be on equal terms; witnessed moments of innocent townsfolk getting assaulted, and suddenly they would work in tandem as they intervened – Nicholas with fists and Vash with words.

And yet, and yet, even with all these incidents further convincing Vash that he and Nicholas make a really good team together, he can’t help but notice the way Nicholas would draw back when things start to cascade into a comfortable pace. Gaze averted whenever he gets caught staring for too long, fingers curled into fists every time Vash moves closer, chin ducked when Vash aims a smile at him.

It had been three weeks since he left Sheryl and Lina’s home when he finally gathered the courage to ask another question. It wasn’t much of a courage to begin with, really, considering Nicholas’ drunk state as he balanced himself on a rickety chair in an inn they’d fought tooth and nail to get. “Why are you scared of me?” Vash had queried through the fog of his buzzing brain, which had seemed to propel Nicholas into a moment of sobriety judging by the abrupt quirk of his left eyebrow.

“W’makes ya think that?” he’d countered in that indolent manner of his, a bearing so laidback it could fool anyone who hadn’t seen him in action.

“It’s in your eyes.”

[once-upon-a-reblog]

Your daily creative pep-talk

Bad art is better than no art. 

Even if what you made sucks, you still learned—AND you told your brain that making something new is your "normal." If you want to get unblocked, this is key: make something bad. It's better than making nothing at all.

[cryptocism]

I've put all of my reading on hold while I finish up my own fic,so I'm a lil behind, but I just wanted to say congratulations for making it to the end, and thank you for sharing such a lovely piece with the world! It's been really inspiring to me as a writer and I'm super excited to read the last two chapters. I don't know if you have anything in mind going forward with other writing, but if that's something you decide you want to continue doing then I'll be more than stoked to see what you come up with.

Okay that's enough of that, any more and it'll start getting weird...

thanks so much! it's wild to have actually finished this thing, partially because im unfortunately not in the habit of finishing writing projects and also because its just. its just so long. probably longer than anything ive ever written before.

and ive got a couple other writing ideas bouncing around (ofc) but i think im gonna try prioritizing some original works, since ive been telling ppl im going to make a comic for literal years now so i should probably actually Do That.

still ive learned my lesson with Frequency: if i ever start writing another fic it's gotta be done before i post anything about it. my love of a satisfyingly consistent update schedule is at odds with both life and my struggle to act under pressure, so it might be a lil while before i commit to another big fan work

[4star]

i feel like i have a good portion of my mutuals in law blocked because i had a moment where i just blocked everyone who posted something i thought was annoying in the enstars tag. but it's really nothing personal

[redheadarcher]

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[girlswhoeatpeople]

I am like 3/4s done with my first ever crochet project and I'm really buzzing about it bc I honestly haven't completed a creative project for myself like. Probably since I finished school 2y ago? And it's so nice to start something new and to be able to watch myself get better literally just over the course of a couple weeks and I'm already thinking about future projects and like wow this is really fun

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Your daily creative pep-talk

Creation takes courage. It is vulnerable. That's because what you create is for you, not anyone else.

Your art is valid, even if you don't make it public.

[kayodekolade]

Holding onto resentment is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to suffer.

Let go to free your mind and unlock your creativity.

Forgiveness is for you, not them.

Learn more👇

https://youtu.be/OyVedF6dzFk?si=KCoTqqzZfGZ5InKj

#UnblockYourCreativity #EnergyStealers #LetItGo

[fazbears-horror-attraction]

thanks for the reblog! glad you liked my take on the flags! i threw the grey stripe in all of em because i feel like these type of introjects vary in experience so much from person to person, so i wanted to make note of those "gray-areas" (pun intended)

- @/receivingtranny

you're very welcome!!!

And you're very right about that, so it was genuinely a smart choice!! And honestly a thought occured to me that maybe we ( or if you felt up to it ! ) could start doing flagtive alts for a bunch of flags.

Do i have a lot of wips rn? Absolutely, but its an idea to ponder. I should come back to these terms with icon ideas n such.

[isitovernow-ootw]

wip of a gif I'm working on! all the actual animated parts are really rough but i really like how it's coming along

(its with christian lee hutson lyrics if anybody recognizes it)

[once-upon-a-reblog]

Your daily creative pep-talk (Happy New Year!)

Last year is done, for good or ill. It's healthy and normal to grieve; to grieve missed opportunities, unfinished stories, undrawn art. Grieve—but don't stay there.

Stand up with me. This is a new year. Let's make it a good one together.

[erodasfishtacos]

A Touchdown & Tears (NFL!YN x Sports Photographer!YN)

prompt: a chipped tooth, bloody nose, and a whole lot of feelings for a young couple who couldn’t make it last.

word count: 4k

warnings: blood, angst, breakups

author's note:

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Harry doesn’t think the first time that he would bump into his first girlfriend from high school would be when he’s given her a bloody nose and a chipped front tooth.

Hear him out.

It was playoffs, Harry was playing like a beast and at the rate he was going, he was leading his team to the Super Bowl.

Towards the end, the opposing team, The Steelers, were coming up to tie the game because their defense had been lacking this whole time.

There were only six seconds left in the game when Harry did a sneak move where he faked throwing the ball but ran it to the end zone instead to score another touchdown.

With the momentum that he was running, he was running right towards the line of photographers, cheerleaders, other staff that lined the field.

He was just about to dig his cleats in to the turf to stop himself but an angry player of the opposing team hits him hard from behind.

It was unexpected and it sends him flying forwards into the line of staff, he winces when he falls directly on someone, and he unfortunately hears his helmet hit their un-helmeted head.

A yelp of pain is emitted from the person below him, he quickly pushes himself up, and onto his knees beside the staff member.

And he’s startled for a myriad of reasons.

The blood.

The tears.

The fact that he was staring at his first love.

YN.

Harry’s first girlfriend, first love, and honestly he thought that she might be his one true love, soulmate.

They’d been broken up for three years.

Three long years.

But Harry thought about her nearly everyday, wondering what she was doing, where she lived, and when he was feeling down - who’s bed she was in at night.

YN had blocked him, on every platform, and never unblocked from Harry’s checking - only able to creep from a finsta account.

Harry was down bad for YN, always had been.

They started dating in eighth grade, freshly fifteen, and so in love that it was stupid.

Nobody thought they would last, who would?

It was puppy love.

But time went on and they’d never broken up.

They decided on the same school, Norte Dame where Harry would go on to excel in football as she would in creative arts and photography.

Harry would have to rush home from away football games to come to her art galleries, typically making the whole team come with him.

They were fine until middle of senior year.

The stress was at an all-time high.

Harry was up for the Heisman Trophy (which he won) and was being scouted by the NFL, all while leading headlines on ESPN.

YN was a sure thing in his mind, the most stable and unwavering aspect which meant that he put their relationship on the backburner.

Like it would always be there.

He was loyal to YN, never once even remotely came close to cheating, that’s not what he means by neglecting their relationship.

Harry stopped randomly showing up to the media room after practice, instead choosing to go right to his frat to sleep.

Harry didn’t want to ever stay at her dorm anymore because he was always achey and her bed sucked which meant unless she agreed to sleep at a rowdy frat, she slept alone.

YN tried to keep the spark alive but she felt it slipping through her fingertips as Harry forgot to even mention that he got a sponsorship for Under Armor.

Harry was disconnected from everything but football.

He expected YN to deal with it, until it settled, and he got a spot in the NFL, then they could be perfect again.

He was stupid, greedy, and unfair to the person he loved most on this earth.

It came to a head when Harry was laying in his bed, a container of meal prepped chicken and rice on his stomach that he ate while watching a new Netflix series.

He hadn’t checked his phone, it had been on silent all day, and he didn’t have the energy to look at the damn thing.

Until his bedroom door comes swinging open and his girlfriend comes barging into the room with tear tracks down her cheeks.

She was dressed beautifully in a tailored suit with a structured bodysuit underneath.

Her makeup was smeared around her eyes but he was sure it looked impeccable before the tears had started.

“What the fuck?” Harry sits up instantly, going completely protective when he demands, “What happened? Who made you cry?”

YN doesn’t run into his arms like he expected when he opened them fo her.

No, instead she crosses them over her chest.

“You, you fucking did,” YN’s voice cracked on the last syllable, “I’ve been there for every important event for you. Even the less important ones, Harry. Since we were fifteen. You-you couldn’t even be bothered to care about the most important night of my college career.”

Harry feels a heart-stopping chill wash over him, like someone had just poured a gallon of ice on his body.

“Fuck, baby,” Harry starts to apologize, sitting up and uncaring when his dinner topples onto the floor and spills, “I can’t believe-“

It was her final presentation.

YN has been chosen to present her photographs in a gallery in the city, only two student got chosen, and she was one of them.

She’d been working on this project since the start of the year, it was her baby, and she had put her blood, sweat, and tears into it.

Harry hadn’t shown.

“I tried calling, texting, and you were just sitting in your bed? Carefree as fuck, huh?” YN laughs but neither of them think this is any part comical.

To hear the curse words leaving her mouth was odd.

Harry was the one in the relationship to have the mouth of a sailor, hearing it from YN in this context was almost…scary.

“No, baby. S’not like that,” Harry feels his throat tightening because he knows he’s fucked up, for the last few months, and this…this was bad.

“I can’t anymore, Harry,” YN sniffles as she blinks up at the ceiling, willing her tears to stop, “You haven’t been my Harry for the last eight months. I’ve been trying to be understanding but I don’t think you realize how poorly you’ve been treating me.”

“I can make it up to you, nut,” Harry tries desperately, standing up but hesitating when she takes a step back.

Nut- her nickname since they were in grade school.

YN bites her lip, the tears were uncontrollable, “This time, I don’t think you can. Harry, you haven’t come to one of my exhibits this year, you forgot our anniversary until the middle of that day, and haven’t once made plans for us. It’s always me now.”

Harry has a disgusting, sinking feeling because he knew that she was absolutely right.

“If you had fallen out of love with me, wh-why did you string me along?” YN asks quietly, he’d never heard her sound so broken, so tired, and hopeless.

“Don’t,” Harry gets louder, “Don’t you dare fuckin’ say that. I am so in love with you. Everyday it’s more and more.”

YN swallows down a sob, “I don’t want to be in a relationship where this is how someone shows me they love me. You’ve changed. You promised me football wouldn’t change you. You fucking promised me!”

“It’s hasn’t!” Harry defends sharply but he knows she’s right and he’s so disappointed in himself at this.

YN dabs her eyes with the heel of her hand, “I’m done, Harry. I love you. I imagined marriage, kids, my entire future with you. I…I can’t be with someone who goes out to a bar with their teammates while I’m begging you for attention and end up sitting in my dorm all alone.”

Harry shakes his head, “No! You’re not breaking up with me! You’re not fucking throwing away our relationship! It’s been fucking eight years!”

“I didn’t throw it away,” YN argues softly, her gentle tone makes it ten times worse because he knows she’s being rational, not emotionally driven, “You threw it away over and over again while I tried to pick up the pieces.”

“YN, this isn’t over,” Harry is yelling at this point, his heart was feeling like it was about to explode and there were fat tears streaming down his face, “Im not letting you fucking do this! To us!”

Harry isn’t thinking when he steps in front of the door, panicked and desperate to just have her listening, “We’re working it out.”

A knock and the door jolts open, a few of his teammates who had clearly been listening give their captain a serious look.

“H, you have to let her leave,” Niall says in a unsually subdued tone.

“Fuck off and mind your own god damn business,” Harry growls at him, his anger was uncharacteristic and frightening for the normally happy-go-lucky man.

“C’mon, YN,” Liam waves her over, giving Harey a firm look as he escorts her out of his room, “I’ll give you a lift home.”

-

Harry doesn’t sleep.

Harry destroys his room.

He breaks his most prized trophy.

His frat brothers throw him a party to cheer him up.

Harry gets so drunk that he sees double of everything.

He doesn’t know what’s going on as a girl shuts his bedroom door, giggling, and sloppily kissing at his neck.

He doesn’t like it.

It’s not YN.

He is about to tell her that when the door opens again to YN standing there with the most heart-shattering expression on he face.

“It’s been less than a day, Harry,” YN can’t stop the tears, devastated as she looks between the two of them, “I should have known I made the right choice. I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

Harry pushes the girl off but YN already disappeared and he can’t find her anywhere in house.

He stumbles back upstairs and passes out, never feeling so low in his entire life.

-

Harry has a massive bouquet of flowers as he knocks on her dorm room door.

When YN opens it, she looks awful with dark circles from lack of sleep, bloodshot eyes, and greasy hair from lack of shower.

“Baby, please please please,” Harry begs as he presents the flowers, “I know I’ve been fucking up but I can’t lose you.”

YN doesn’t react to the flowers, “You’re six months too late, Harry. This gesture would have meant something then. I was considering my decision and then I saw you with that girl last night.”

“I was drunk and we didn’t-“

“Did you cheat on me? During our relationship?” YN’s voice shakes and he fucking hates that she’s even questioning him on that.

“What? Never. Not even close. When would I have had time? I was trying to get it in with you every second I got,” Harry tells her, it was true, he was obsessed with her, her body, her personality.

YN doesn’t look like she believes him and that feels like a dagger through the center of his heart and twisting it.

“I wish you the best, H.”

“No,” Harry nearly whimpers, he steps forward, dropping the flowers and gripping her jaw, searing their lips together.

Surprisingly, YN doesn’t pull away, just grips his biceps and digs her fingertips in enough that it stings.

“Please, I can never love someone like I love you,” Harry whispers against her lips, tasting her tears as they fall.

“Then you’ll have to learn,” YN replies simply, stepping out of his grip and shutting the door on him.

++

That was three years ago.

Since then Harry had some hookups, two very casual relationships, and despite how much he tried to love someone like he loved YN it had never happened.

So as he kneels in front of her, he falls right into familiarity and actions, moving into her space and putting his hands on her shoulders, “Tilt your head back, nut.”

The nickname just naturally rolled off his tongue.

YN listens, she felt like she was about to have a panic attack from the pain radiating through the center of her face.

“Hu-hurts,” YN gasps as Harry helps her tilt her head, he’s pulling off his jersey with his free hand, struggling a bit but he’s trying to wipe the blood off of her face and neck.

“I know, just hold on. The medics are coming,” Harry soothes as he thumbs over her jaw.

Everything felt a bit surreal.

If he ever doubted that YN was the love of his life, it was reaffirmed as he got coated in her blood, her nose absolutely gushing.

“Is this payback for me breaking up with you?” YN manages to crack a joke even though she’s in pain, that’s his fucking girl.

Harry lets an embarrassingly honking laugh as he shakes his head, “Never in a million years. I can’t -“

“Move please,” One medic orders but soon enough, Harry is being shuffled out of the way and his coaches are dragging him back to the team sideline.

The game was over, YN was carted away on one of the little trucks, and Harry had never been so inattentive in a post-game meeting.

None of the compliments, kudos, praise about his game-winning touchdown even registered because he was freaking out about YN.

Harry cancels his plans to attend the after party.

Then he bribes the one medic with season passes to tell him which hospital they sent YN to.

Harry doesn’t think anything through.

He speeds to the hospital, parks without paying, and rushing into the emergency department to the front desk.

The very very old receptionist has absolutely no clue who he is which is perfect.

“I’m here, looking for YN LN,” Harry drums his fingertips against the counter anxiously.

“You have to be on her visitor list to be able to go back and see her,” The woman, Ronda from her name tag, mutters robotically.

Fuck.

He didn’t even think about that.

There’s no chance.

Ronda clicks her mouse a few times, “Only one name on her list.”

Harry knows it’s going to be her mom or dad.

“Are you…” Ronda squints, taking her glasses off to look, “Uh, Harold?”

Harry has to bite his lip because of course that’s what she put his name in as.

Just like she did at every restraunt that had a waitlist or every time he went into pick up their takeout at a cafe.

“Yes,” Harry coughs to disguise his laugh, pulling out his drivers license to show as proof.

++

Harry was holding his breath, wondering why she put his name on the list, was this going to break his heart even further?

Harry knocks of the doorframe before stepping in, YN was sat up in the hospital bed, and watching a trashy reality television show.

“Surprised my name was on the list,” Harry starts quietly, shutting the door behind him and loitering near it.

“I…I didn’t know if you would come,” YN looks down at her hands, shrugging sheepishly, embarassed, “But I was hoping. I don’t know, it was stupid of me. You’re this big ole’ famous star and -“

“And I will always have time for you. I’d never make that mistake twice,” Harry interrupts her, only taking a few more steps in.

“I…it hurts to see you,” YN admits as she swallows harshly, a telltale sign that tears would be coming.

Harry bites his lip, he felt just as choked up, “I can’t even tell you what it’s like to see you again. God, I’ve just never seen anybody as beautiful as you.”

YN rolls her eyes, “You were dating a Victoria’s Secret model.”

“No, I went on one date with her. That’s it and it was for publicity anyways,” Harry corrects her and it was the truth, “What did the doctor say?”

“I have to go see an oral surgeon about my tooth. He said my nose was severely bruised but no broken bones. I’m just waiting to see about my concussion test. I’ll be discharged tomorrow morning.”

“I am so sorry, nut," Harry sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose in sympathy.

“I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. Hell, I don’t even know if you’re dating anyone but I have one thing to ask,” YN sits up a bit straighter, he could tell she was nervous.

“Anything,” Harry agrees breathlessly, his hands clenching at his side.

“Lay with me. Hold me tonight, please,” YN begins to tear up, wiping at her eyes, “I miss you everyday. I know it’s a lot to ask or if you have places to be-“

“I canceled everything for tomorrow already,” Harry confesses as he moves forward, “Even if I didn’t. I would drop everything to stay here with you. I’ll hold you for as long as you’ll let me.”

YN squirms over as much as possible to give Harry room, he kicks off his tennis shoes, and crawls onto the bed until he’s on his back.

YN turns on her side, facing towards him, hand resting over his heart, and nuzzling her face delicately to be mindful of her nose in his neck.

He feels hot tears drop from her face onto his skin and all he can do is hold her, slipping a hand under her shirt and rubbing at the warm skin of back.

“M’here, I’m right here,” Harry murmurs shakily, overwhelmed as he buries his own face in her hair and begins to tear up.

God, he fucking missed her.

And more importantly, the scariest thing was confirmed for him.

He’s never, even for a moment, fallen out of love with her.

++

[cinematics123]

The (insane) artist and his (more insane) muse.

this picture is honestly so funny

[lifebloa]

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