#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.”

[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

[kazieka]

actually im finding myself fixated on that concept from the other day of a crime procedural in a fantasy setting. trying to figure out if I want to make this a genuine thing or not. the word “Micromancer” has been stuck in my brain for days now. god that would be such a good title. brain is still percolating but i have character ideas floating around.

[thewatercolours]

King's Quest Ficlet: "Untwisting"

Once upon a time, a king sat alone in a lavender field at dusk, hugging his knees and spinning stories like wool. He was in fact not a bad storyteller, only he tended to save all the best stories for others and tell the worst ones to himself. He knew this evening’s story by heart from many tellings, even though it had no end and no beginning. Nor had it ever been crafted into words.

Just as golden hour began to really fade, a queen found him. Her gown blended so well into the lavender stalks and purple shadows, he didn’t notice her till she was near. The king stretched a smile for her, but did not stand, and his gaze was faraway. She smiled back wanly, but it faded almost as soon as it appeared. She ducked her head and moved to stand behind him. It was easier for both. They stayed like that for some time, as the damp in the lavender soaked into the queen’s slippers, and the first fireflies kindled in the fog.

“Should we camp here tonight?” she asked at last in a low voice. “If you can’t come home, I mean.”

“I was going to come home eventually,” the king began, but the queen went on hurriedly.

“We could catch fish with our hands in the creek the way you showed me. We wouldn’t even have to talk. Or we could talk, but about other things. We could build a fire and cook the fish. It’s so warm we wouldn’t need a tent. You could look at the stars all night. Or if you’d rather I went home, I’ve brought the tinderbox and the frying pan and things. They’re over in that copse. You could just get them. And wouldn’t that be better than sitting up all night?” She swallowed, and slowed. “And we wouldn’t have to talk, unless you felt like it.”

He didn’t look up, but he felt for her hand. She didn’t wait for him to find it. Her hand swooped round his and squeezed so hard it nearly hurt.

The king reached for the smile again. “Honey, you didn’t have to haul all those things out here.”

“Maybe not. Can we camp here anyway?” She sank down to the ground beside him. “If you want. You definitely don’t have to. I just thought. Hm.” Her words petered out.

His arm stole round her shoulder. “I – want to talk about it. Just. Maybe after we’ve both rested. But till then, just know that I don’t think you did anything wrong. It’s all in my head, I’m pretty sure.”

She sighed. “I’m not sure anything is ever all in our heads. But as long as that’s the plan, let’s wait for tomorrow.”

The king glanced at the copse, and a gleam took his eye. “I know we don’t technically need a tent, but the fact is that I’ve got a rope exactly long enough to tie between those two pines, an armload of patchwork covers, and some weird bottlestoppers that could work for tent pegs in my pockets.”

Relief washed over the queen’s face, and her hesitant smile turned bright. “Still got the marshmallows?”

“Uh-huh! The merchant didn’t consider them a fair trade for the grappling hooks – which I honestly should’ve figured. They’re a bit old, but should be pretty gooey on the inside still.”

“Good for the merchant! I was counting on that - I brought chocolate just in case. And you-know-what crackers.”

By the time the fire was lit and the stories from childhood camping trips were flowing freely, the fireflies had swarmed like a snowstorm, and a breeze was sending ripples over the dark lavender meadows. The morning would surely be wiser than the evening, and for now, there were fried fish and constellations. And the king could feel the first woollen skein of the untold story already untwisting itself.

[cuntylittlesalmon]

hm… i’ve written like 3k words in two days

[sarasa-cat]

Is it hot and sunny outside? Yes. (But in the daytime my body loves it as long as I can seek shade and hydration)

🌞

Do I have an iced coffee? Yes!

Am I sitting out on the patio at an old neighborhood haunt I haven’t visited in my own since pre pandemic as a place to get work done? YES!

Am I making use of my new (well, it is “new” from when purchased an art festival last summer but never used since) totally gorgeous messenger bag with my iPad and some notebooks and sketch books inside it? Yep!

Am I wearing the cutest summer colored dressy-comfortable sneakers that look fab with a sun dress? Hell yeah! And this is the first time wearing them and they are sooooooo comfortable (and worth the quality splurge - my feet are so happy).

note to self: having a regular change of scenery is so helpful. You should have done this months ago but doing it now is all that counts.

[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

[potatoesandsunshine]

me looking at the tlovm scratch doc realizing none of the fic ideas are grog pov: hm. well that's just unfair.

[kayodekolade]

Worry is like a rocking chair—it gives you something to do but gets you nowhere.

Break free by shifting focus:

Create instead of overthinking. Turn worry into action.

Watch the full video👇

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

#DearHighPerformer #UnblockYourCreativity

[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)

[cinematics123]

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

this picture is honestly so funny