#Sharing Ideas

[groovygladiatorsheep]

Okay but Jayce and Viktor disappearing out of their world and timeline to only come back as a child that’s a mix of the two au ????

Would that work ?

( keychains are coming up in a few days by the way :] )

[drakulana]

western! au zoro fic coming soon... i've been working on it for a while, but writing zoro is SO HARD for me for some reason. also may dabble in sanji writing (go listen to first taste by fiona apple omg) but i'm not sure if i could capture his character. i'm almost to whole cake island so maybe after that... idkkkkk also may or may not start crossposting on ao3 (username the same on there, as on here) but the zoro fic is forrealsies coming. outlaw! zoro teehee

[takeaprompt-leaveaprompt]

Welcome!

You're probably wondering what this is. This is a place for writers to trade prompts in the same vein as 'take a penny, leave a penny'. Meaning that writers can take a prompt for inspo and leave one behind to be claimed by another.

How it works

Easy as 1-2-3:

Choose a prompt and remove it from the board.

Save your prompt so you don't forget it.

Leave a new prompt in it's place.

Rules:

You may take as many prompts as you like, however, for each prompt you take, you are expected to leave one in its place.

Do not leave prompts which revolve around bestiality, underage, body fluids, or incest.

We welcome NSFW prompts and ask that these are left on Page 2 or after.

What we do:

If you would like us to read and share what you create from your prompt, we would be more than happy. Please tag this blog in your post!

Take a prompt, leave a prompt!

[tobiasdrake]

We never really know what's going to leave a scar.

My father was not prepared for the responsibilities of parenthood, but he tried his best. He was never physically abusive. He could, however, be emotionally abusive at times. There was never any malice in it, however. He just didn't know what he was doing.

He was 19 years old when I was born, and he took custody of me two years later when he divorced my mom, because they both agreed he was in a better financial state for it. And I wasn't a very easy child to raise.

But he did make mistakes. And he did leave scars. I don't blame him for it. But he did.

I've never been comfortable expressing myself with spoken words. Text is where I find myself. Text is where I can be myself. From words in my notebooks to words in digital spaces, text is where I'm truly free to be the person I want to be. The person I can't be in real life. Because real life is where my scars are.

I was four years old. My dad had important people from his work over. I don't know why. I was four. I just knew that there were a bunch of people in my house, and I was curious and eager to talk to them. I told them about my favorite Nintendo games. I told them about my favorite cartoons. I told them about how I wanted to be a kitty cat. I was having a great time.

My dad wanted me to stop. I don't know if I was upsetting people or if I was making him look unprofessional or what. Maybe I was talking too much. I don't know. I was four.

But what he said to me when he pulled me aside was, "Nobody is interested in what you have to talk about." He couldn't have known at the time that he was about to change the course of my life. That he was giving me a social disorder.

Now that's been with me for 33 years. It's an anxiety, a worm in the back of my mind that makes it hard for me to talk to people. To share my interests. My beliefs. My ideas. How am I supposed to connect with another human being? Nobody is interested in what I have to talk about.

Of course, that's not entirely true. I have people in my life who've made the effort to crack open my shell. To assure me that they care. That they're invested. That it's okay for me to share what I love, and to indulge in what they have to share. I have a neat little LGBT family now that accepts me as one of their own.

But I also have text. Where I can truly be free to shout my words into the void, and let anyone who's interested simply come along and find them.

[221bluescarf]

I submitted some claims online for class action lawsuits (like against Google for privacy violations) in a hopeful effort to get some extra money. I wasn't sure if it was a waste of time. But so far 2 out of 3 paid off and I've gotten around $130 from the settlements

Definitely worth it

[thehyperrequiem]

Just an idea for any poptropica fan who can animate videos or something

Maybe you can do animations of Joe Puddy from Zomberry Island, like music memes or anything...Just go crazy with it, but not too crazy.

🫐👷🥩

[goodoldbandit]

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[michael-the-rouge]

Do I have to say it?

[destressedphantasm]

this information is now in my head. follow her on tiktok. and to anyone who subs for me now. im not sorry.

[rocafe]

When you think of an apocalypse, what’s the first thing that comes to your mind?

[shepscapades]

Surely this will have no negative consequences whatsoever!

[musewrangler]

@hollers-and-holmes

You know why

My Fic Thoughts in my head:

My Fic Thoughts when I write it down:

[lemongogo]

life of regret

[sedgewick-gayble]

roaring twenties tumblr simulator pt. 2

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men be like "i would never succumb to homosexuality" and then hold a mans face tenderly as he lights his cigarette with his own. okayy pansy we see you

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💄 thewhoringtwenties Follow

art deco more like art dicko! aaaand post

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attended a petting party last saturday and there were no animals not even at all :(

#WHY WOULD THEY CALL IT THAT

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i lov my mother and father so nuch forever i cannot wait to attend my new job at the dubious factory where there have never been any machinery incidents evr before

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Submitted by anonymous.

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thebeesknees Follow reblogged 🔁 jazzcat Follow

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The cocaine in coca-cola just doesnt hit the same anymore....

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OP they took out the cocaine

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY TOOK OUT THE COCAINE

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tumblr heritage post

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Hes so puppycoded

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moonshiningitup Follow reblogged 🔁 moonshiningitup Follow

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The eroticism of the machinery incidents at the dubious factory

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Easy website

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🥂 cake-eater Follow

There is a gang war in Chicago. The first gang to get to 100 kills, gets to take over that part of the city. You NEED to be careful, Babe Ruth. You could be at high risk because of your high status. PLEASE be safe, everyone in or around Chicago, and please reblog this to get it to the celebrities in Chicago

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[daveinediting]

Don't get me wrong. I can work in a bubble if I have to. I can work far, far away. I can excel with a number of different skill sets and communicate those solely through the cloud.

I can do all those things and do them well.

Remotely.

In my own bubble.

But.

What makes my work emotionally dynamic and exciting, what keeps me coming back...

Is collaborating in person. Planting ideas in each other's minds. Pitching ideas. Allowing those ideas to marinate until one day BAM. A lightbulb over someone else's head. Or a long sought after solution. 

There's something about being stuck or unsure and being able to walk over to a colleague and go

Hey. Can you take a look at this?

Sometimes that's for a bit of Show 'n Tell, I won't lie. A few times it's for the tiniest bit of venting. Most of the time it's the thing where I'm stuck or unsure and I need another pair of eyes on the thing that's giving me grief. And the moments I love best are the ones that seem to percolate in the background until they announce themselves right up front and inspiring in-person conversations, troubleshooting, brainstorming, problem solving, advice giving, Show 'n Tell, and yes.

Venting.

It's all part of an experiential recipe, a wonderful dynamic where ideas move between people and something happens. Their brains, their creative minds, do a thing. Often right under the noses of our awareness. Other times something we can almost see.

A process that happens in the space between two people.

It's a helluva thing. It really is.

It's just different, is all. Collaborating in-person with fellow Creatives is a dynamic, amazing experience that never gets old.

Don't get me wrong. I can work in a bubble if I have to. 

But man. I don't wanna have to.

🤨🤔😉