#Time to be brave and get those creative juices flowing

[sixpennydame]

Anybody want to join me in this?

Squad Denial? @dont-f-with-moogles @youre-ackermine @this-is-krikkit @wanderlustqueen-writes

My writer support group? @amywritesthings @littlerequiem @fromthechaoticmind @bitchymanlet @the-traveling-poet

Writer mutuals? Let's shake off the seasonal doldrums and get creative!

Daily Writing Challenge

Write 5 sentences for your WIP right now. (x)

Imagine a place where you would like to be and write about what you would do there. (x)

What are your OCs pet peeves? (x)

Write a 10 sentence long short story about the object next to you. (x)

Write a summary for a book you would love to read. (x)

Write down 10 words that describe your MC. (x)

Write a micro story about an unusual love. (x)

Explain your MCs motivation in 3 sentences. (x)

Write a poem about an empty house. (x)

Write a 5 sentence long short story from three different perspectives. (x)

What nicknames does your MC have and who gave them to them? (x)

Write a new piece of lore for your WIP. (x)

Write a micro story about someone saying "thank you". (x)

Write about one your OC's tattoos or someone getting one done. (x)

What do you admire about your MC? (x)

Write the dialogue for a scene that's been on your mind. (x)

Write a road trip scene. (x)

Write about your MCs favourite outfit. (x)

Write about something that you can see from your window. (x)

Write about a normal day in your MC's life. (x)

Write 100 words today. It doesn't matter about what. (x)

Write a funny scene. (x)

Write down everything on your mind for five minutes. (x)

Write about your OC's first meeting. (x)

Write a scene in a grocery store. (x)

Write a micro story about an artist and their muse. (x)

Write an end scene, without the beginning. (x)

Write 10 sentences for your WIP right now. (x)

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[a-d-nox]

web of wyrd: the sacral chakra

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the numbers we are focusing on today are based on the orange bubbled numbers in the web then the sum of the two equal your emotional number - ex: as you see above and in previous charts, my energetic number is 9 and my physical number 8. so to get the emotional number i have to sum the two: 9 + 8 → 17. recall that numbers must be summed a second time if they total 23 (i.e. 2 + 3 → 5) and above.

but what does this number mean?

the next chakra set we are examining is the sacral chakra (svadhisthana); it signifies our creativity, sexuality, desires, and emotional stability. bodily it governs our uterus, ovaries, kidneys, small intestines, prostate gland, lumbar, bladder, and circulatory system.

so let's talk about some examples:

8 - strength

a physical 8s... the thing about 8s in the health card is that there tends to be both strength and weakness associated. they could experience weakness in any of the body parts mentioned above. they will remain weak in those areas if they do not trust that they can feel better - they also have to feel comfortable enough with vulnerability to get help from a health care professional. they have the ability to nurture others and help them, but they have to learn to care for themselves first and foremost. physical svadhisthana 8s should go to visit their gynecologist annually at the very minimum. they should consider a juice cleanse, increasing exercise to better their blood flow, get a massage, etc. they need to take care of both the external and internal because while they might be healthy looking externally, they may be neglecting something internally. strength's belt of flowers sort of blocks the sacral chakra, but we shouldn't forget the belt is made with flowers; all they have to do is nurture this chakra and it will blossom.

energetic 8 svadhisthana people are often very emotionally stable. in situations when others panic, they tend to be more relaxed and disconcerted - the giantess in the strength card is gently closing the mouth of the lion, her face is relaxed and she seems to be looking into the creature's eyes (brave and resolved). these people tend to do things that no one else would think of doing in the creative realm because they always aim to be unpredictable when facing a challenge - they are like the underdogs of the realm. they recognize the fears of others (and even themselves), and they do it anyway especially when it is something they want or it is something they must accomplish first before they can get closer to what they desire.

emotionally 8 svadhisthana people might struggle... often these people lack self-confidence - they might not feel comfortable in sexual situations, they often need a very supportive partner to coax them into feeling comfortable. they might also lack-confidence in the creative realm - while they can be an incredible writer, painter, dancer, actor-actress, etc., they could feel uncomfortable with the spotlight or showing others what they can do. they could also not trust their desires and repress them - they are people pleasers at heart; they wish to appease those around them. they are the type that will disregard their dreams to do what their parents/friends/partners want them to do. all this boils down to one thing - they have to learn how to be emotionally vulnerable with others and learn to be courageous when stating what they want from those around them. life is full of challenges - they have to trust that they are capable of standing up for themselves: they are good enough, they are beautiful, they are worthy, and they can accomplish their dreams.

9 - the hermit

physical svadhisthana 9s tend to have health issues with these part of their bodies... some have fertility issues, kidney disease, prostate issues, bladder issues, and/or blood diseases / genetic mutations. they often prefer solitude and aren't very physically inclined to having sexual escapades... they are very much the type to go hiking and camping alone - they enjoy the great outdoors when it comes to exercise (uncle hdt, is that you?). just by getting out in nature and going for a walk they can vastly improve their blood flow and stay healthier.

energetic 9 svadhisthana people work best alone; they likely have a lot of hobbies they do alone - reading, writing, crochet, knitting, etc. their creative abilities are something they learn in solitude; they tend to be self taught, and they likely are not a fan of taught creativity - they don't believe that creative thinking is something that is learned, but rather it is explored over time. when they are alone, they often find themselves exploring the creative realm. they often desire being in solitude from the world around them - they likely feel reenergized after a solo sojourn.

emotionally 9 svadhisthana people often dread being alone or isolated from others. they often feel as though they may never find their person in this lifetime. though it sounds contradictory, 9 people often desire independence and to be alone when working on creative projects, towards their desires, and even when working on their emotional stability (they are the least likely individuals to go to a talk therapist by choice, though many struggle with depression / depressive thoughts). being alone does often work wonders for their creativity though - a lot of these energy placements write because they can imagine a whole universe in their mind. though isolation feels good to them, they do need to communicate to their partner about doing so, so they don't push them away unnecessarily.

17 - the star

physical svadhisthana 17s tend to appear sickly to others at some point in their life, and it often has to do with the area the chakra governs. but they aren't quitters, more often than not, they will push to find a solution/cure for what slows them down, so that they can get back out there. their struggles might inspire them to go into a medical career after they themselves are cured.

energetic 17 svadhisthana people tend to go through a lot of tough things in their life - pain, trauma, illness, etc. yet they have this power to outshine the darkness. they have this energy that makes them seem radiant to everyone around them - this is especially true in the creative realm (everyone can find themselves easily drawn to a 17 svadhisthana person) - it is their hope and faith that tends to inspire others. they can make it through anything, and they help to inspire and motivate others to believe the same of themselves.

emotionally 17 svadhisthana... this is another individual who might find themselves slipping into a depression or depressive episodes throughout their life - they need to recall the popular quote "without darkness, we wouldn't be able to see the stars". they are star emotional people! though everything seems dark, hopeless, and horrible that's not a fact that is a perception - even small glimmers of goodness exist in everything around them; they just have to look for them. have some faith and everything will be just fine. these people are dreamers - no doubt about it - so dream! imagine! inspire! let the big emotions you have guide you to create something that might just help people in a similar situation to you.

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10 Writing Prompts for Urban Fantasy

Urban fantasy is one of my favourite genres and my next middle grade novel is such a beast. Often, the hardest part of writing a book is getting started in the first place. Here are ten prompts to get your creative juices flowing!

1. As the clock struck midnight, the abandoned building came alive with whispers of long-forgotten magic. The abandoned building was actually a time machine, and the whispers were from future versions of the characters who had come back in time to change their fates.

2. In the heart of the city, a hidden portal awaited those who knew where to look. The protagonist discovers that the portal actually leads to an alternate reality where they are living their ideal life. They are faced with the choice to stay in this perfect world or return to their own, flawed reality. In the end, they decide to stay, only to realize that the alternate reality is not as perfect as it seemed.

3. The alleyways were filled with creatures of the night, their glowing eyes watching from the shadows. The creatures of the night turn out to be humans who have been transformed into monsters by a powerful witch looking for revenge against the people who wronged her. The main character, who has been hunting and killing these creatures, realizes that they were innocent victims and decides to help reverse the curse and bring justice to the real perpetrators.

4. A mysterious shop appeared on the corner overnight, offering rare and powerful artifacts to those brave enough to seek them out. The shopkeeper is actually a demon, and every item in the shop comes with a hidden cost. The protagonist, who has been acquiring these artifacts to gain power and fame, realizes the true evil behind the shop and must make a difficult choice between keeping their newfound abilities or destroying the shop and freeing all those who have been trapped by its curses.

5. The old subway tunnels held secrets older than time itself, waiting to be uncovered by a curious soul. The subway trains start running on an inexplicable schedule, leading passengers to destinations beyond their wildest imaginations. The protagonist boards one of these mystical trains and finds themselves transported to a parallel version of the city where magic reigns supreme, but dark forces lurk beneath the surface, ready to wage war on their world.

6. A curse swept through the city, turning ordinary citizens into something dark and dangerous. The protagonist discovers that they are immune to the curse and possesses the ability to reverse it, but doing so comes with a heavy price.

7. The streetlights flickered ominously as a powerful storm brewed on the horizon, heralding the arrival of a vengeful spirit. As it draws closer, the protagonist recognizes the spirit as someone they failed to save in their past, a tragic figure forever bound to seek vengeance on the living. With a heavy heart, the protagonist confronts their guilt and promises to help the spirit find peace, even if it means sacrificing everything they hold dear.

8. A group of misfit teenagers discovered they were descendants of ancient sorcerers, destined to save the world from the impending darkness that threatened to consume everything familiar and loved. The teenagers embarked on a journey to unlock their dormant magical abilities, each facing their own inner demons and fears along the way. As they trained and grew stronger, they began to unravel the mystery of their ancestors' downfall and the source of the encroaching darkness.

9. A ring of fire dancers performed in the park, unknowingly summoning a powerful elemental spirit that threatened to consume everything in its path. The elemental spirit grew stronger with each dance, its fiery presence casting a menacing glow over the park. As chaos erupted and panic spread through the crowd, the leader of the fire dancers realized that only by embracing the flames within herself could she hope to control the elemental spirit.

10. An enchanted painting in a gallery held the key to unlocking a gateway to another realm, tempting all who gazed upon it. The protagonist, an art restorer with a keen eye for the unusual, becomes obsessed with the enchanted painting and its mysterious origins. As they delve deeper into the history of the painting, they discover that it was created by a powerful sorcerer who used it as a portal to travel between worlds.

[stupendousconnoisseurpuppy]

Muse... Muzan Kibutsuji x Reader

Was this meant to be written in time for new years? No one knows. (I'm certainly not willing to tell)... Instead this shall be written in commemoration of the fact that Season 2 Muzan is just as gorgeous as ever... (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

Warnings: Demons will be demons...

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Ah, the deadly allure of Infatuation. What other emotion was so frequently documented as culprit of the famous literary death of so many a star-crossed couple? … Of course, you scratched condescendingly into the yellowed pages of your diary, you’d have to be a fool shackled by your own gargantuan imagination to come to such an avoidable end at the cursed hand of sentience.

But… What if you were wrong?

Perhaps you were mistaken… Perhaps one could only understand the power of such emotion until you yourself were found drowning in their waters.

Perhaps… you were just a lonely bum writhing in jealousy with nothing better to do than condemn those that found the happiness you so eagerly penned? Eager might have been an overstatement, but what else could be said? Poetry was a dying profession and the swift marriage of a poor salary and increasing taxes had never been known to wait for the meeting of one’s financial ends… If the primitive, untrained public eye wanted a thousand recreations of the same ridiculously tragic and sentimental “boy meets girl”, then if they were willing to pay… that’s what they would get.

Yes, a poet you were, writing under the charm and mystery of an obscure Penn name, though to be fair it needn’t have mattered for the public to know of your true identity, your meagre sales would probably have remained… just as meagre.

In reality your pessimism prevented you from seeing that they weren’t all too bad, however, the truth of the matter was that luxuries were non-existent and only a little above the bare minimum resources entered your sombre circle of life... You might have remained content (for at least you were surviving, no?) … provided they reduced the ridiculously, unreasonably, treacherously high salary of the bastard who was writing the Taisho era equivalent of erotic fanfiction next door!

But what could be said? A lone poet fighting against the desires of man and emerging victorious? An impossible feat! Of course, public demand for his work was high! (It just pissed you off… allot.)

Still, the question remained – was there no other use for your talents? Could you too not tread the path of success, pandering to the whims of the masses?

… No and… no. For you were far too bashful, and you also happened to be rubbish at just about everything else.

That is how you ended up your current predicament, and in response to your unfortunate situation; writing tirelessly of your woes to (somewhat) alleviate your pain. Overcome with a sense of lassitude and your reserve of creative juices virtually empty, you sought to insult the hand that fed you - quite literally - and vent about the idiocy of the subject the public forced you to write about over and over…. nevertheless, you found that on this such occasion your aired frustrations were doing nothing to lighten your sour mood.

So, in spite of yourself you braved the frosty evening air in order to collect the ingredients for dinner and, if fortunate, some inspiration for the romantic exploits of your next piece.

Inspiration was what you were after, eh? Well… it seems the cosmos had taken that rather literally…

It had been less than five minutes of walking down the illuminated market path before-

Oh ho? What’s this? The living embodiment of Adonis? An angel amongst men? An impeccably crafted lifeform?

You had been captured. Captured at once by eyes with the rare colour and glow of the most splendid rubies, a fine and rich carmine with all the vitality of the blood that flowed through your veins… by the soft, well-kept, chocolate tresses that bounced gracefully with every calculated movement of his person, and by the well pressed, conspicuous western attire – an obvious display of wealth and meticulous personality.

Certainly, a sight to behold.

Enlightenment had come… In the form of a muse, and it was exactly like the cheesy epics said it would be.

So Romeo and Juliet wasn’t just a bunch of sycophantic nonsense! And Shakespeare wasn’t on drugs when he happened to write it! That wise old codger!

With that your need for dinner had been forgotten in favour of the beauty of this mysterious stranger. How many had such a man attracted with his otherworldly visage alone?

And like a moth to flame, you were unashamed to admit you were concerningly close to becoming one of his victims.

You weren’t exactly sure what business you had following him, but the least you could do, you reasoned, was thank the man that had provided you, first-hand, with poetic inspiration for years to come. Never had you understood with more clarity the appeal of the feelings that brought two parties in a romantic union together... Until now.

You rounded carelessly into the eerie darkness of an alleyway, smiling happily to yourself, eagerly awaiting the moment you’d once again be met with the wonderful vibrancy of-

Carmine.

Now, the sight before you – in an alternate universe - may still have provided you with all the necessary inspiration for your creative exploits…

Unfortunately, horror poetry wasn’t really your forte.

As isolated stood your handsome muse in a pool of another’s blood, adorned with glistening fangs, accompanied by equally as sharp claws.

And apparently, you’d disturbed the aftermath of quite the violent altercation.

In an alley.

Away from help.

Alone with what was clearly a demon...

In your final moments you took the time to curse the hell out of Shakespeare… the general public… and the well-paid bastard next door.

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Was this your punishment, for pining after a creature of the night?

Now you were dead.

I guess you were right.

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… Such was the deadly allure of Muzan Kibutsuji.

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[quefish77]

Hello! It's that time again! Your Kinktober prompts for 2021! I've taken suggestions from multiple sources and hope that something inspires you.

As always, this isn't a challenge, this is for fun! Do one, do them all, it is up to you. This can be art, writing, songwriting, ASMR, podfic collabs, or if you are brave, interpretive dance/TikTok. This is all to help get some creative juices flowing, whatever flavor juice you are best at :D

As long as this is Good Omens based, have fun!

Aziraphale and Crowley? Yep!

Gabriel and Beez? Sure!

Michael and Ligur? You bet!

Tad and Harriet? Ok!

RP Tyler and Pepper’s mom? I mean, if you have to, weirdo. (I didn't get any last year, so I am bringing it up again, fingers crossed :P )

These can be added to the Ineffable_Kinktober_2021 collection on Ao3, but please wait for October to post. You can also use the tag #IneffableKinktober2021 on Twitter or tumblr. If you have any questions, please ping me on Twitter or tumblr @Quefish77 .

Please check the link for the invitation post on Ao3 for the graphic's text description. https://archiveofourown.org/works/32987086

Last year we had 91 individual fics, and some of those had multiple prompts, and I was blown away. I can't wait to see what comes up this year!

[thoughtslikeaminefield]

That’s “My Dean”

The other day, I posted a primo fucking GIF set of Dean Winchester in Slack and @lastactiontricia​ replied with “that’s my Dean” and it brought tears to my eyes. Because holy shit, that’s a mood, amirite?!?

Dean Winchester is a lot of things.

My Dean is smart, quick-tempered, brave, guarded, protective, cynical, warm, spontaneous, resourceful, generous, and stubborn. I could go on, of course. 

This is one of those snapshots of My Dean. This was the moment I sold my soul. I can see this Dean in earlier season now when I rewatch, but this was the first time I saw My Dean for real.

Whether it’s that look that Jensen gets in that moment that makes you feel safe; or that line by that one writer (or yourself!) that you wanna make out with; or that GIF set or quote or line exchange that makes you wanna run away with him and never look back at your real life, share it with me?

Tell me about your Dean and tag other Dean lovers with the hashtags #ThereHeIs #ThatsMyDean

Let’s get those creative juices flowing!

@boondoctorwho​ @cracksinthewalls​ @maddiepants​ @justcallmeasmodeus​ @there-must-be-a-lock​ @mskathywriteswords​ @rockhoochie​ @stusbunker​ @fookinghelljensensthighs​  @lastactiontricia​ @fangirlxwritesx67​ @icemankazansky​ @tumbler-tidbits​ @becs-bunker​ @ilovefanfic86​ @fatestemptress​ @foxyjwls007​ @daughterofthenight117​ @amionthetumbler​ @zoerayne2426​ @onethirstyunicorn​ @manawhaat​ @deanmonandnegansbitch​ @muggle394​ @atc74​ @dawnie1988​ @awesomesusiebstuff​ @mrswhozeewhatsis​ @wayward-and-worn​ @michellespnlvr37​ @deanwanddamons​ @winchesterxfamilybusiness​ @fandom-princess-forevermore​ @stoneyggirl​ @deanwinchesterswitch​ @mylovelydame21​ @wingedcatninja​ @mere-mortifer​ @adoptdontshoppets​ @ladywinchester1967​ @mummybear​ @negans-lucille-tblr​ @ne-gans​ @michellethetvaddict​ @dean-winchesters-bacon​ @littleredstarfish​ @laphirablack​

[ratsoh-writes]

I finally got a good idea for an ask!!! What kinda dog breeds do you headcannon the boi's to be? Main 10 or more if your creative juices are really flowing lol

Ooohh! Let’s gooo!!!

Sans: I could see sans as a pug! Lazy and goofy! It’s perfect for him. Plus pugs are pretty friendly like sans too

Papyrus: he’s our classic golden retriever! Gentle, athletic, clever, and a huge people pleaser. Plus papyrus is the golden boy of the undertale fandom so it suits him

Star: let’s go with jack russel terrier. Those things have energy man. But they’re also stinking cute and really brave little dogs

Honey: imma go with a beagle! Very friendly and cuddly but also easily distracted just like honey lol. Plus when beagles are focused on something, it’s hard to get them to turn away from it

Red: I could see him as a bull terrier. Red is rough around the edges and needs an attentive and caring person to break down his walls. Once you have him though, he’s very sweet and loyal

Edge: he couldn’t possibly be anything else but a Doberman. Sleek, regal and extremely loyal too. Dobermans are a serious breed but are also known to be pretty playful and sassy with their owners

Mal: he’d be a yorkie lol. Mal is quite the sassy guy, but at the same time he likes to be spoiled. He wants people waiting on him hand and foot, but he’ll throw that affection right back! Fair play and all

Cash: he’d be a springer spaniel. Cash is actually a pretty active guy and needs a lot of stimulation to be happy. Just like the springer spaniel he’ll have to have a lot of attention, but he’ll keep you entertained all right

Oak: hands down, saint brenard. Easiest one to pick. Oak is a protective giant pillow, need I say more?

Willow: he’d be a Great Dane! Besides being huge, willow does have burst of energy but also needs time to recharge since his endurance isn’t what it used to be. Great Danes are family dogs and love having little ones to protect just like how willow needs someone to care for.

Bonus!!!

Pluto: chihuahua!!! He’s tiny, and a little skittish but is an absolute cuddle bug once you get to know him. Plus he’ll yap your ear off when he’s excited lol

Sugar: I gotta go with Welch corgi! Sugar is just all love. He just wants everyone to be happy and have fun. Plus he just gives me corgi vibes for some reason

[vs-redemption]

Could you possibly write something super fluffy with Izuku? Maybe a super flirty artist reader who likes to call Izuku her “muse” or “a masterpiece”?? I honestly love the idea of being a flirt, but I’m a shy bb who gets all flustered and stutters when I try to be smooth lol. - 🌹anon

Thank you 🌹anon! I was so excited to write for Midoriya!!! I hope I did ok!

Masterpiece (Midoriya x Artist!Reader)

The first time you met the number one hero, Deku, was by chance in a beautiful Japanese garden on a perfect spring day. You had decided to do something relaxing by taking a trip out to the garden to paint. The city was famous for the view of an old stone lantern sitting peacefully next to a calming pond, and you had hoped the serenity of it would get your creative juices flowing since you’d had a bit of trouble feeing inspired lately. Unfortunately, everyone else seemed like they’d had the same idea. After struggling to even find a place to set up, you just sat and stared at your materials for an entire afternoon. Something about all the families, couples, and random tourists walking around had made it difficult to get motivated. You knew it was time to give up once your stomach began to grumble at you, letting you know you’d completely skipped lunch. You packed up your things and made your way to the park entrance to try and catch the next bus back to your neighborhood.

“Here! Let me help you with all that!” A friendly voice comes up from behind you. You turn around to see an adorable freckled face under a fluffy mass of green hair. You recognized him by his hero costume right away. You’d seen him on TV plenty of times, but he was much cuter in person.

“Aren’t you the number one hero?” You ask as he reaches out to relieve you of the armful of art supplies you were carrying. You turn away from him and raise a teasing eyebrow before he can grab any of it. “It must be a slow crime day if you’ve got time to help a random person like me.”

“Oh… um…” He continues to hold his arms out awkwardly. “I can always find a few spare minutes to help someone out if they need it. That’s my job after all.” He looked almost nervous that you were going to refuse his help, so you took pity on him.

“Well if you insist,” You grin while handing him all your things and he fumbles to make sure he doesn’t drop anything. “Might as well put those big muscular arms to work.” You tell him with a wink. His entire face turns red and he averts his eyes bashfully.

“Uh… yeah,” he looked like he wanted to hide his face but his hands were unfortunately full. “Er… so where were you headed?” You couldn’t believe how flustered he was after just a little teasing. This was the guy who took down super villains single handedly, yet you had this much power over him. It was kind of fun. Sadly, the walk to the bus stop was really short so you didn’t have much time to talk to him. He sets all your stuff down on the bench and then checks the sign where the bus schedule was posted.

“Hmm,” he puts his hand to his chin as his big green eyes scan over the information. “Luckily the next bus should be here in just a few minutes.” He turns his attention back to you to find you smiling mischievously.

“You know, I’m always hearing people compare you to All Might,” you say offhandedly, “But honestly I think you’re much cuter.”

“Re… really?” His face goes red again and you can’t help but laugh. “I… thank you… but All Might was the greatest hero of all time. I don’t really think I’m anywhere near his level yet. If you think about what he did in just his silver era alone…”

“Hey,” you pull him out of his rant as your mind starts conjuring images with shades of green clashing with red, white, and blue. “You just gave me a really good idea for a painting.” You were suddenly excited to get home and start working to see where this new inspiration led you.

“I did?” Deku seems surprised.

“Yeah!” You hit him in the arm lightly, “Who knew you’d end up being my muse today!”

“Wow,” he looks down bashfully, “I don’t know what to say.”

“You know what this means, don’t you?” you ask and he looks back up at you curiously and shakes his head. “It means I have to take you on a date.” The adorable hero’s green eyes go wide at the boldness of your statement and he starts to fidget with his hands.

“It does?” He was too surprised to realize how gullible he sounded, or maybe he was just relieved that you’d been the one brave enough to make the offer.

“Yep,” you confirm with a nod of your head. “Name the time and place and I’ll be there.” It took a moment to get him to calm down enough to work out the details, but thankfully everything was settled by the time the bus arrived. On the way home you couldn’t help but feel grateful that your trip into the city had turned out to be productive after all. You’d managed to both overcome your art block and score a date with the most precious person you’d ever met. You felt excited to get to know him better.

Fast forward a year and you find yourself walking home from one of the many dates you’d had with the adorable pro hero since that first meeting. You were officially dating now and it still surprised you sometimes when you thought about it. He constantly amazed you with both his unparalleled strength as a hero, and his extreme gentleness and kindness as a boyfriend.

“Did you start another new painting?” he asks once you make it back to your place and he sees the canvas set up in your living room with all your other supplies scattered around it.

“Mmhm,” you hum as you pull him over to the sofa so you could wind down for the evening with a good snuggle. “I was inspired after seeing you take down that crazy villain a few days ago.”

“But that fight was messy and chaotic,” your boyfriend says. He points to your art after you tuck yourself into his side, “and that is a masterpiece.”

“You’re a masterpiece,” you counter while stretching up to place a kiss on his cheek which quickly heats up in embarrassment.

“When are you going to stop saying that,” he mumbles shyly while putting his arm around you to pull you closer.

“When it stops being true,” you grin before laying your head on his shoulder. “So basically never.”

[jamiesonbiz]

Celebration Inventor 19s Month August 2021

The printing press. The automobile. The internet. Electricity. Penicillin. Glasses. Sliced bread! All of these things and thousands more are inventions made my ingenious inventors that may have lived thousands or hundreds of years ago, or may even still be alive today, that we benefit from every single day.

But do we ever take the time to think about just how much out-of-the-box thinking went into inventing these things, or how brave those inventors must have been to dare to dream up and create something nobody had ever heard of before? Probably not! And that 19s why Inventor 19s month was 26invented!

The History of Inventor 19s Month

National Inventors Month began was started in 1998 by the United Inventors Association of the USA (UIA-USA), the Academy of Applied Science, and Inventors 19 Digest magazine. As Joanne Hayes-Rines, editor of Inventors 19 Digest and a sponsor of National Inventors Month, put it: 1CWe want to recognize those talented, brave individuals who dare to be blatantly creative, and therefore different, and whose accomplishments affect every facet of our lives. 1D

When we think of inventors, we usually think of people like Alexander Graham Bell or Henry Ford, and there 19s nothing wrong with that 14those people had an enormous impact on what life looks lie today, having invented the telephone and the automobile, respectively.

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[greentrickster]

Hey, if you’re looking for music-based powers, might I suggest something off a game I’ve played? Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE actually has a very similar concept! It’s based off how if you become a better performer, you gain more strength. And also gain these super cool attacks called Ad-Libs and Duo Arts. I can send you some videos of the attacks if you want?

That sounds interesting, and I appreciate the offer, but I already figured out the powers I want the second-gen boys to have - buffing/debuffing for Klavier, Sebastian with terrain control and a bit of defense, and Apollo’s got ranged, sharp-shooting sort of magic - and none of them fit the musical motif that well. They’re less about the boys’ individual personalities and abilities (though I did try to take those into accounts) and more about having a set of fighters that only function at their full potential when they fight together, like a well-balanced RPG team. Apollo has serious firepower, but he has zero defensive ability - he needs to trust the others to support and protect him. Sebastian has good control over his surroundings and safety, it’s easy for him to neutralize the enemy long enough to get away, but he can’t finish anything off - he needs to be brave enough to hold his ground and let the others fight. Klavier can make himself and his allies better and his enemies worse, he can defeat weaker enemies and weaken strong ones, but he also can’t finish off the big stuff himself - he needs to be honest about his own capabilities and those of the people around him as well. None of them can do it all, or alone.

Also, just to clarify since Apollo and Miles seem similar on the cover, being both offense-types, Miles can steadily dish a lot of damage but also take a decent amount of punishment, whereas Apollo can deal a truly staggering amount of damage, but his attacks require precision and precise timing, and he can’t take much damage.

Oh! Just figured out how to tie the musical aspect in - it’s not related to their powers at all, it’s how the boys start bonding at first outside of battle! Klavier dreaming of being a rock star, Apollo having a fondness for singing since his parents were both singers (they may be out of the picture at this point, but he’s surrounded by people who knew them, so he has heard stories and seen pictures), and Sebastian’s fascination with conducting! It’s the first common ground they find that has nothing to do with being magical boys, and it marks the point where they slowly start to become proper friends! (Wow, you guys are sending all the right asks to get the creative juices flowing today, thanks!)

Thanks for the ask!

[soulmate-game]

This isn’t my usual Maribat, but I am testing out a new story just to get the creative juices flowing. This is a One Piece and Pokémon crossover, starring a Sylveon named Fae. Based off of/inspired by “the smallest straw hat” on fanfiction.net. It’s a new style and type of story from my usual, but I wanted to try it out. I love “The Smallest Straw Hat,” and I couldn’t help but wanna try out my own addition to the world, even if it isn’t canon. And I... kinda love Sylveon? like a lot?

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Everyone has their stereotypes about the color pink. And bows. Girly, they say with either fondness or disgust. Childish, they say with either nostalgia or scorn. Weak, they say. Because apparently “childish” and “girly” are both synonymous with “this thing/person is powerless,” or “useless,” or “worthless.”

Heh. I parade down the streets of the latest town I managed to reach, ears and tail raised high in show of my pride to be pink. Sure, I had my natural bows of fur that were just, well, part of me. And sure, I was mostly pink and white. But such was the design of every Sylveon, and most of my race were actually male. So. Everyone who immediately wrote us, and by extension me, off as being a girl just because of my appearance royally pissed me off.

I was proud to be pink. Nobody in their right mind, who knew anything about Pokémon, dared to treat a Sylveon as a weakling.

If they did, I’d make sure they knew better soon enough.

But alas, I wasn’t anywhere near Home. Back Home, everyone knew about Pokémon. We are everywhere. But all the way out here, where I was sure hardly any other Pokémon have ever ventured? Not a single human seemed to know the word, and by extension the entire species, even existed. The animals out here were all…

Normal.

Even more normal than Normal types. It was… jarring, at first. But I got used to it after a while. Life on the oceans, jumping from island to island on whatever ship I could get on, was fun. Compared to back Home, the living things out here didn’t surprise me often. So I could just enjoy everything I saw and did.

After That Day, the pure-hearted adventure was welcome.

“What is that?” And here come the whispers. Humans don’t seem to change much, no matter where I go. Fingers pointed at me, not expecting me to be fully aware of what they were saying and doing, as I garnered stares just by walking down the street.

“Some kinda fox, it’s gotta be with those ears and snout. I’ve never seen a pink and white fox before though!”

“Those bows look so real, like they could be part of the thing’s body!”

“No way that’s a fox, it’s gotta be a weird cat!”

“Those are bunny ears. Maybe it’s a mutated rabbit!”

I ignored everyone. It wasn’t like they would understand me anyway. A few brave thugs tried to tackle and grab me, but I’m no hatchling. I easily pranced and jumped out of their grasp, humming a random tune under my breath as I did so. Figuring a little fun wouldn’t hurt, I chanced them a little wink and channeled a bit of my charm. The weak-willed dolts were slumped in a pile in seconds, too enamored by my cuteness to even move. Chuckling, I just turned and pranced away.

Humans really never change.

Screams erupted, making me pause. I whipped my head around, trying to find the source of the sound. It was accompanied by the crackling of flames and thumps of heavy things being knocked over.

Too familiar. Too, too familiar.

I grit my jaw, turning as soon as I located the direction the cacophony was coming from and running straight for it. I might be a Pokémon, but I couldn’t stand screams. I failed my Home, my family. I was damned if I didn’t try my best not to fail people in peril again. Even if it was just humans, I had to try to help.

I had to.

Such was part of the reason I traveled. I was enjoying my adventure, sure, but there were two other reasons I didn’t try to head back Home. One; I was searching for someone. Two; as soon as I realized that Pokémon didn’t exist outside of Home, I decided I had to use my powers to help anyone I could. Heh. Guess a certain old friend of mine rubbed off on me, now I’m running into danger constantly without any plans. They’d be so proud.

Sliding around a corner, I finally saw it. Almost an entire street was aflame, the flags that flew just off the shore stopping me in my tracks for a second.

Marines.

I had spent enough time out on the seas to know how corrupt the supposed “good guys,” could be. Hiding under my breath, I ran toward the first burning building I could see. If there was anyone stuck inside, I had to get to them. But as I got to the door, I had to stumble back to avoid being trampled as a large, blond man came out carrying two passed out bodies over his shoulders. My squeak of surprise apparently caught his attention, and for a moment his black eyes met mine. He paused, scanning the street for a second before continuing on.

I followed him. I don’t know why, but something told me he got everyone left in that building, and was trying to finish getting those last two to safety. Regardless, I had no idea what was going on and he seemed to. For now, I’d get my cues from him.

He made his way to a large ship with a dragon figurehead, and I leapt to hide behind the corner of a not-burning building to watch as he handed the wounded people on his shoulders off to apparent allies of his before he took off again. Once more, I followed. This time, before he could even touch the door to another building that was on fire, I beat him there.

I let my ribbons expand, feeling as they started to glow. The light attracted his attention soon enough, making the man pause. He put a hand on the pipe that I now noticed was on his back, but otherwise only watched me. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to attack, I focused back on the building and let the power from my ribbon-feelers build up in front of my snout. Opening my mouth, I set off the move with a roar. My voice was the final trigger, power blasting out from my mouth in the form of a giant storm of winds, clashing into each other and whirling madly until they hit the building. The force of my fairy wind put out the flames on the whole building, though it left me slightly short of breath. I turned my head back to the blond, nodding my head to the building.

He grinned at me, taking his hand off his pipe and rushing into the building without me having to try to get the message across a second time.

That was when the footsteps stole my attention, and I whirled around. A veritable army of Marines was headed straight for me— no, straight for the building I had just put out. They were after the blond man.

I felt a growl build up in the back of my throat, quickly separating my legs and taking a fighting stance. The blond was one of the few people I could see actually trying to help with this horrid situation, I wouldn’t let anyone get in his way! But if there’s one good thing about everything I’ve been through, it’s that fighting is nothing new to me. I’d take care of these jerks, and buy that blond guy time to save as many people as he could.

As usual, nobody seemed to take the sight of me seriously. The marines seemed just about ready to run me over, but I wasn’t about to allow that.

“Idiots. You won’t pass me!” I shouted, though all they heard was “Sylveon! Eon!”

Taking a deep breath, I once again channeled my power into my feelers. Letting them raise and float straight up in the air, I narrowed my eyes and sang the tune that came naturally to me at that point. My voice rang through the air as if there were no other sounds to muffle it, as if there were no screams or flames or crumbling buildings at all. As my short song echoed unnaturally across the street, a thick fog burst into being around my feet before quickly spreading until it covered the entire block and went ten feet high. Only the area directly behind me was spared, since I didn’t want to hinder the blond man that I was doing this to protect.

The magical cloud of fog was thick and almost viscous, and it merely swayed in place instead of moving like a normal fog. It hung there, taunting and obstructing the marine assholes caught inside. I could hear the fumbles and curses as they began to trip over on another, unable to get their bearings. But merely stalling them wasn’t enough. Steadying myself, it had been a while since I had had a proper fight, I raised my head and changed my tone. Focusing on the people I could feel trapped in my fog, I let loose a siren-like wail that I knew from experience burrowed itself into the brains of those that I targeted with it. It didn’t even take a second for the screams of pain to rise up from within the fog, but I knew that it wasn’t enough to knock any of them out.

I sighed; sure defending and attacking strategically was a strong point of mine, but that didn’t mean it was very exciting. I admit, I might have a bit of an adrenaline addiction. I like fighting up close, so what? But that wasn’t my job, right then I had to just stall these guys so that—

“I got them out, nice job,” the voice that came from behind me made me jump, and I turned around to see the very man I had decided to stall for. He grinned widely at me, his mouth almost making a full D shape. “These guys aren’t too strong, but they would have slowed me down for sure. But there were more people than I anticipated in those buildings, mind giving me a hand?” He jerked his head behind him. Blinking, I followed the gesture and almost fell over. At least ten people, all in various stages of injury or unconsciousness, were strewn on the sidewalk. No way that came all from the one building I put out! How fast was this guy?

A loud laugh drew my attention back to the blond, who was nearly doubled over with his cackling. “Y-y-you’re face! Hahahaha! Don’t be so surprised, little thing. I’m good at what I do. Now come on, think you can help me carry some of them? I think I can take four or five, how many can you get?”

I puffed out my cheeks, raising my head with a confident huff as I let my ribbons stretch out. “Sylvie!” These things aren’t just for show, ya know!

Walking forward and ignoring the heavy weight of the man’s stare as he watched me, I let each of my ribbons lift up two people each. The ones that were still conscious seemed to think that I was some fever dream, which at least kept them from struggling too much since they weren’t going to fight what they thought was a hallucination. I turned proudly, smiling at the man. See? Child’s play. You get the rest. “Eon? Sylvie Sylvie.”

He clearly didn’t understand me, but chuckled anyway. “Nice, you’re stronger than you look, for such a tiny thing,” watch it. “I’ll follow behind you with the rest, did you see the boat that I took the others to? Go there, my friends will know how to help these guys.”

I nodded, not waiting to see the blond grab the last three victims before I ran off in the direction of the dragon-designed ship. I actually scoffed a bit. No matter where I went, there was always something related to dragons. Why were humans so obsessed with those things anyway? They weren’t that impressive.

“Hey! What’re you doing with— oh, you’re handing them to me?” A girl with orange hair was waiting at the boarding platform for the ship, and seemed ready to fight until I all but shoved the people I was carrying at her. “Oh. Well, thanks?”

“Don’t worry, this little thing helped me out back there,” the blond had caught up, smiling at the woman as he handed off his own victims to someone else nearby. “Let’s get these guys to the infirmary, yeah? Wanna come with us, little one? The marines aren’t likely to forget you, you kinda stand out.”

I tilted my head. He had a point, I wasn’t exactly a stealthy Pokémon when it came to my appearance. And attacking marines was bound to get me in trouble later.

The blond seemed to notice my reluctance to just go off with strangers, and chuckled again before walking over and kneeling in front of me. “I guess it would help if I introduced myself, huh? You seem to understand me just fine. My name’s Sabo. I’m part of the revolutionary army, just like everyone on this ship,” he gestured to the boat behind him. “That girl is my friend Koala. What’s your name?”

“Sylveon.”

Sabo blinked, furrowing his brows a little. “Sylveon? What are you, then?”

“Sylveon,” honestly, dealing with humans who weren’t from Home was exhausting. Always the same questions, and I could never answer them any easier than I could before.

“Huh? Is that all you can say, your name?”

I huffed, already frustrated by this stupid language barrier. “Sylveon. Sylvi, syl, Eon. Sylveon.”

“So, Sylveon is the name of your species?” I nodded, close enough. “And that is all you can say? Variations of your name?” I nodded again. Finally, we were getting places. Sabo rocked back on his heels, humming as he observed me. “Can I call you Silky-Chan?”

Oh. Hell no. I growled, narrowing my eyes. Apparently that was amusing, because he just laughed at me.

“Come on, Silky-Chan. We can figure out more about you later, but we should go before they send stronger marines.”

I grumbled under my breath at the stupid nickname he gave me, but followed him on board anyway. If nothing else, he seemed interesting. I could always jump overboard when we got close to another island if I wanted to get away.

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[the-girl-in-a-qulited-sweater]

Can we all agree that movies and books are a part of our lives ?

While reading yet another intriguing, easy to read, YA fantasy book about faeries it struck me how the similarity in the content of these faerie books still makes me want to take a YA book out of the shelf of the bookstore. It is always(most of the times) an enemies to lovers romance , creatures with magical abilities and while I also agree that the protagonist is all the same everywhere(special girl,falling in love with the hottest and most powerful male character in the universe),if we look at the main character in all of these books, they actually are not same, the fact that they seem "special" is because the story is narrated from their point of view, their adventures, their interactions with the supporting characters, their "love stories" . Which led me to believe how powerless lives most of us live irrespective of the age group ,do we really live our lives as the main character by pushing new boundaries, trusting ourselves, accepting ourselves, living life on our terms(of course I am not talking about going overboard with it)coming out of toxic environments (be it family or romantic relationships or friendships) or simply by experiencing each and every moment of our lives as we go by the day. I don't think most of us do , well most of us cannot even identify whether we are living or should I say existing in an unhealthy environment (home or otherwise) and we don't have the courage to come out of that and no matter how many years or how many resolutions we take we cant come out of our unhappiness hole if we are not "brave". But watching movies and books, basically watching/reading movies or books, I mean aren't these experiences of people (may be it be fictional, may it be over the top at least these are similar experiences that one goes through life) , and talking about being over-the-top or unrealistic element of book and movie characters and not talking about how we exist in unhealthy relationships, dynamics which definitely should not be someplace to exist(basically should be "unreal") is an imperceptive thing. Books and movie characters be it protagonists or the supporting characters have made me believe and opened my eyes to the differences in peoples personalities and has led me to embrace my "good" points as well as my supposedly societal "bad" qualities, think about how many times we have admired those characters when they take a new change or do something "heroic" but cant we do something heroic for ourselves(you might have done something heroic already which you are oblivious to),rise up from other's judgement . So as cliché as the lines "I can sympathize with the characters in the stories/it is an exhilarating feeling to read along the story of a character who is so much like me/It's like living in a whole new different world" sound it is with the experience that book readers say and not some random words that come in one's mouth while talking about fictional books. Because one speaks these with the joy they get from reading stories, and as a book is unpredictable , our lives are unpredictable as well , who knows what might happen accidentally at a certain moment and what choices you would make right? So whenever I feel discouraged or afraid or contemplate something too much maybe to put more makeup than usual, going up to someone and talking, lashing out my issues with my mother I always take a step back and remind myself that its okay if things don't turn out the way I want it to because it is a common thing and it happens with others as well , the solution would be to create more choices for myself after that and not feel demotivated. For me in order for a certain movie, television series or a book to be fantastic it has to be unpredictable and has to be able to take us out from our real lives that consumes us. But one should know that our reality is not far from fantasy because only if we believe in magic can we find "magic"✨

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Coming to the entertainment aspect or the activity of watching Television or reading books(I personally prefer to see both as the two faces of the same coin with reading books or just "books" being the heads and the former one as tails). I mean is it a surprise that people are inclined to think more negative thoughts than positive ones when they willingly consume negative news in a stint to gather information.(cue coronavirus), they don't even realize or want to accept the fact that this very "informative" activity is rotting their brain cells? While continuing or progressively watching a series over the years or even over a course of time you sort of develop a homely connection with the characters. I cannot say about this homeliness in terms of tv much but when i read books in a certain corner and i see things through my imagination the landscapes that the main character is living in , it feels like i am seeing the exact things that the life experience my friend is narrating. When we rewatch cinematic content on tv or re-read a book it feels we are greeting a friend, unreal yet so real and honestly that is the perfect kind of therapy session to me. So scientifically saying reading does broaden our mind and fills us with the experience of fictional characters( don't we get excited to people around narrating their adventures, it is the same except the fact that we get countless stories),it makes the creative juices flow in our head when we imagine the landscapes surrounding the character in our head (now isn't that creative and enriching),and moreover the fictional world is much more interesting to talk about rather than the real one , I mean you can have varied opinions on different topics right? without much criticism or judgement because everyone is free to like anything may it be good or bad. Although from my post it may subtly seem that I like books more than movies , which is true because movies are more often than not anticlimactic i mean the acting must be on point, there must be chemistry between the actors, direction must be good and sets must look natural to satisfy my need of watching a good movie(so many demands, ik :) And these thoughts and feelings are of course age inclusive, one must strive to be a main character in their story, accept others as well as themselves the way they are and take the leap &have the courage to change things for yourself💖

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[capsensislagamoprh]

Okay so, I saw WW 1984 and I have thoughts. SPOILER WARNING.

Good stuff. AND I hope Steve gets his third death. This will require that the cinematic universe admits Hades is neutral and that the only reason people fear him is because they fear their own sins. Hades is the ultimate Judge. Not death itself. This matters. Elysium: the place were good souls go : if for those who have lived golden lives full of exceptional behavior great sacrifice, and other laudable deeds. Each soul that gets into Elysium can stay there as long as they want. OR the truly brave can choose to go back into the cycle of life. IF they do, they risk everything. They could wind up in any other part of the after life. None of them are as wondrous as Elysium. However, if they manage to face the most uncorruptible of Judges and again get into Elysium, then they face the same choice. Stay there or go back. It’s the third death that matters. If you manage to get into Elysium a third time... you got to the Isle of the Blessed. This is where the demigods and heroes live... eternally. They can come and go from there as they please. They must return for an amount of time, but they are granted... immortality in a limited capacity.It’s sort-of like finding out you get to live your best life for as long as you want and get ‘day passes’ to the mortal world as often as you like, provided you’re back at the end of passes duration. (Three days, a week, just be back on time.) While in the mortal world - should you die - you just return to the Idle of the Blessed. And... the Gods/demigods can  come visit you. Which means ... You know what it means. So how would I do this? Details are vague. Generally I would use the loop hole that the Gods themselves would have gone to The Isle of the Blessed when they ‘died’ in the war. However Hades... Hades is Khthonian. He rules that realm and goes where he pleases in it. The catch? So is Persephone. I would use the gentler imagining of their tale. The one where in they are a happy married couple, she is his Queen and gets all the respect she deserves... but there is a catch. She is the goddess of spring. When she dies... she goes to Hades and lives there to recover and when the time it right she is reborn to the mortal world. Thus the cycle of very good time vs very bad times. The next Wonder Woman takes place after the Justice League movie as confirmed by people in the know. This is a cycle of bad times - as established by the cinematic universe - and so Persephone should be returned to Hades... Where in comes my plot. Wonder Woman is doin’ as you do. When someone gets a hold of an artifact. Maybe ambrosia because they want to live forever, or they have found and are stealing the apples of immortality, juicing them to harvest the enteral beauty of the goddess by keeping her alive in a hidden hospital, thus upsetting the cycle of life as they also try to steal her powers or become the new Queen/ruler of hell because they envy the Persephone/Hades relationship and have some sort of twisted view of what being the Ruler of Hades means. (heads up it’s the most powerful position and the most thankless and you must be absolutely neutral. This can cause great problems when a humans hubris gets involved.)  Ether way this is keeping Persephone from ‘dying’. Hades has to show himself to Diana when she goes to the mouth of the underworld - any dark cave that leads towards the center of the Earth so there is room for creative license (and metaphor as this place exists within every living soul as well.) to deal with some particular issue. She sees Hades, who can walk the Earth any time he wants - and does - but if he gets involved it Must be to restore the balance. Until then he has to rely on heroes like Diana (and the Justice League) to do what must be done. Every god has a limit and that is his.He gives her what help he can, sadly not much and cryptic. He looks like he wants to help more as she returns to the land of the living, but Diana doesn’t see that as she cannot look back (the gates of Hades have a particular Rule about looking back that has killed more than once (see Orpheus)). This look should tell the audience that he places his trust in her. Diana is trying to do what she needs to do, but eventually there should come a point where she needs help. Que understanding what Hades told her. When things are down - not final act down mid movie conflict, end of the first act sort of down- she winds up being dropped to the ground. Her hands hit it. She’s angry and determined and cannot lose this fight. She slaps her hands again to push herself up calling out Hades name in order to tell the villain that He trusted her to save/fix things and she wouldn’t fail. And that’s how you summon Hades - slap your hands on the ground twice and call his name. The timing is everything to this scene. The villan scoffs, as you do, because they are seriously winning... until ghostly form after ghostly form appears behind Diana. Each steps into being. Heroes and demigods of the Isle of the Blessed have been sent by Hades to answer her call. Among them, Steve Trevor.They turn the tide. The movie goes on. Mystery. Intrigue. Tension and high stakes. As the final battle ques up we find ourselves drawn into the action... hero after hero falls. And so dose Steve. Doing what is right. The third death. Wonder Woman wins. Once again torn by loss. She is by the aria where Steve has fallen. Stoic. She has known this loss twice before. And when the world starts to set itself to right, she drops to her knees. This time she slams her fist into the ground in sheer frustration. When she’s spent herself there steps into frame a dark figure, simple sandals, flowing robes. Two pronged staff. As he steps into the real his clothes change to a simple modern man holding a wooden staff - like something you found in the woods and felt like a mystical druid with like a weird branch hanging off it with leaves still attached. It’s Hades as he helps her stand, he tells her that he understands. He has to go through it every cycle. Cycles are longer for the gods. He can watch Persephone on earth, grow and live, and laugh, and every time she has to leave all that joy and wonder to return to him it breaths his heart. And every time she returns it’s bitter sweet. She never minds, but oh the pain. Diana now can understand this personally and hopes Steve does well in Elysium. Hades says he’s not there. She is shocked and upset. He explains Steve earned the Isle of the Blessed and as such Diana can see him when ever she wants. But Steve is limited to the pass system which cannot be abused. She understands this means every hero who answered her call gave up their chance to be in the mortal world until their next pass comes due. Persephone is also grateful for being set free, knowing well her place in the cycle and how much that matters on a cosmic scale, that she offers Diana that she will give Steve back to Dian for a mortal life time... if she wants, but it will be one bound like her own. Life, death, again and again, never ending. Diana is wise and chooses to let Steve choice to come to her when he can and she will go to him when she can visit. But life means accepting more than loss and pain, it means knowing your place in it. And the limits of that roll - no matter how great. And thus Diana has grown, Steve gets his third death, and we break our hearts over a really good movie yet again. Oh, and if you guys don’t give me back Antiope (what a woman!) as one of those heroes with Asteria played by Linda Carter as the one who helps Diana understand how to access the underworld and guides her through the rituals and deeper understand of a heroes life, I will frikin riot, causing earthquakes to sink your studio. I’m a very old god. Don’t do me dirty.

[craftyshipper]

Jacket

Momo shivered as she held her arms over her chest, trying to make sure no one could peek at her after her costume ripped. Had she not been so tired, she would have made herself a blanket or at least a shirt to cover herself but she was so drained.

The training they had undergone was more brutal and taxing than anything they had ever done before in the past. As third-year students, the teachers wanted to challenge them and that included nearly stretching their limits to the extreme, but they didn't expect the League of Villains to launch their final attack on UA.

Every single one of her classmates, as well as those from the other classes, fought tooth and nail to stand and win this war. The league didn't stand a chance

For her, having created too many objects left her outfit shredded, especially from the front. She should be embarrassed to be so exposed but she was just exhausted. Not sure what to do now, she sat with her legs tucked under her, her arms folded over her torso and waited.

Apparently, she didn't need to suffer for long before she felt a warm jacket settle over her shoulders. The owner of the article of clothing, stepped around into her view, looking just as tired as she did, a tired smile on his face as he zipped the jacket up over her arms before she allowed herself to slip them through the sleeves.

"Thank you Todoroki," she said with an adorable smile, her cheeks tinting pink.

"Don't mention it," he replied as he collapsed on his butt beside her, the black muscle shirt showing off his toned arms and she couldn't help but appreciate the beauty that was him.

"Aren't you cold?" She asked out of curiosity, but the deadpan look he gave her made her giggle.

He fell onto his back and left out a satisfied groan when it cracked. "Unless I'm sick, you never have to ask that question."

The teasing in his voice almost made her laugh out loud, but his next words warmed her heart and made her smile bashfully instead.

"Besides, enough if I was, I'd give my jacket to you if you needed it first."

She stared at him as her heart began to best faster. He was so blunt with his words, she wished she could be so brave and tell him how she really felt about him. Despite the expressionless exterior, she knew a beautiful heart lay within him and she wanted to see more of it.

“Todoroki!”

Shouto groaned again and sat back up to see Iida waving him over to the ambulance that had arrived.

“It’s your turn for a check-up my friend, it’s important-”

“I’m coming, Iida!” Shouto called out as he hopped to his feet.

“W-wait, what about your jacket?”

“I’ll come back for it later, once you’re more decently dressed,” he stated with a gentle smile.

As he began walking away, Momo couldn’t help but stare at his retreating back before another body plopped down next to her.

“Girl, you want to wipe that drool from your chin?” Jirou laughed, causing Momo to furiously hide her face in her hands.

“Kyoka!”

“Seriously though,” She began, “I thought I was going to have to grab a towel and clean your face for you.”

“Stop!” Momo shoved her friend who fell over with ease as laughter consumed her.

“Come on Momo, just tell the boy how you feel already.” Her friend turned serious. “You've been avoiding it for a while now.”

“I know,” Momo sighed, defeated, “but what if he doesn’t feel the same?”

“You’re going to avoid this over a potential “what if”?” The earphone jack hero raised a brow at her. “You’re running out of time Momo, we graduate in less than four months, don’t waste your chance, cause you might not get another one. Besides you can use his jacket as an excuse to talk to him.” Jirou wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“You’re right!” Momo suddenly felt a burst of confidence, ignoring the shorter girls last gesture. “I have this chance, I should make it count!”

The raven-haired beauty stood shakily to her feet before walking towards the ambulance that Todoroki had gone to. She was feeling pretty good about this, and she was sure this would have her desired outcome.

That is until Jirou had to shout one last comment her way.

“Be sure to let me know if he’s a good kisser!”

Momo stumbled on her feet from her best friend’s remark, nearly falling on her face as embarrassment washed over her.

Damn that girl.

She curled her face into the collar of Todoroki’s jacket, his scent filled her nose and she knew she was done for.

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Trying to get my creative juices flowing so I can finish the next chapter of Bring Me Home, I hope you enjoyed this little ficlet. :D

[trainwreckedconductor]

Anonymous asked: “ A note comes in the mail for Scarlet. There's no return address or signature. It simply reads "HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY -- CHECK YOUR BOOKSHELF" in black ink. The only books that appeared to have been tampered with were the copies of Phantasma G'Orie's novels, which were all signed on their first pages in the same black ink the note was written in. “

      She had to admit, getting unsigned mail in her mailbox was fairly unsettling. She and the Conductor were fairly good about keeping their address on the down-low, and only advertising their P.O. Box as a way to get mail. Even though the P.O. Box was in the Conductor’s name, every once in a while there would be fanmail for Scarlet within the Conductor’s letters. All other letters--important bank documents, bills, medical statements, and so on--went through their regular mail. However, getting this unmarked letter was fairly unnerving. She had almost tossed the letter into the trash without ever reading it, but feared the consequences of not reading it just as much as she did reading it.

      The message was short, and was written in a handwriting she didn’t recognize. She probably shouldn’t have been so worked up over a little letter, but her nerves were screaming “fear” with every passing second. Who was this from and how had they gotten into their home?! Unless her husband had been in on this plan... 

      Setting the letter on the table, she timidly walked over towards her studio. “Sweetie...?”

      From within his own office, the Conductor called back. “Yes, Sweetheart?”

      “C-can you... come with me into the studio?”

      There was a pause. “Sure...? Is everythin’ okay?”

      “I-I’m scared...”

      “Scared?” Scarlet heart the Conductor get up from his chair. “Scared o’ what?”

      “There was a weird note in the mail that said to look in my bookshelf and I’m scared of what’s there.”

      “Weird note?” The Conductor had made it out of his office to find his wife hovering by the door of her own office space. Scarlet looked back, her shoulders trembling as she gave a weak nod. He didn’t hesitate, placing his hands on her shoulder in an attempt to quell her fears. “What did it say?”

      “It just said ‘check the shelf’...” She’d completely glossed over the “Happy Mother’s Day” bit, more concerned about what she was about to find on the shelf. “It wasn’t signed or anything.”

      The Conductor looked between her and the doorway. “Would... ye like me ta go in an’ take a look.”

      “I-I just... need someone for moral support.” She took a deep breath. “I need to... be brave... b-but I need someone to help me... b-be brave...”

      While the situation was certainly strange, the Conductor was having a hard time holding back a chuckle. She was getting so worked up over a little letter, he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t the least bit cute seeing her scared and timidly asking him for help. His hands slid off of her shoulders, one of them taking her hand. “I’m right here fer ya, Sweetheart.”

      With her husband’s hand in hers, she gave it a light squeeze and took a deep breath. She walked in, her husband in tow, and made her way to the bookshelf. Most of it seemed to be the same, however she did quickly notice that her books by Phantasma G’Orie had been placed out of order. She pulled one of the books out, glancing behind herself. Her husband gave her a nod, gently nudging her on to open the book. She released his hand and flipped open the pages, and what she found left her speechless.

      Her book... it was signed by the one and only Phantasma G’Orie herself!

      Scarlet quickly shuffled through all the other books she had, her beak hanging agape as she realized what had happened. It wasn’t just the one book--all of her books had been signed. The body that was once trembling with fear was now quivering with excitement. She delicately placed the books back onto the shelf, and once they were safe, she twirled around and leaped into her husband’s arms.

      “EEEEEEE!!” She screeched, arms thrown around her husband as he effortlessly caught her in his arms. This wasn’t his first rodeo, and after seeing the signatures over her shoulder, he was anticipating this reaction out of her. Her feet kicked excitedly in the air as he held her several inches off the ground. “PHANTASMA G’ORIE SIGNED MY BOOKS!!”

      Now that the Conductor had seen what all of her worrying amounted to, he couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore. “An’ yer were worried it was gonna be somethin’ bad!” He snorted.

      “Did you have anything to do with this?!”

      “Even if I had, would yer have believed me?”

      “Yes! I mean, no? I-I mean--BAH! I don’t know! I’m just--!” She let out another excited squeal. “I can’t believe I have autographed copies of Phantasma G’Orie’s books!!”

      “Now Phantasma’s makin’ me jealous!” He bantered. “She made yer a better Mother’s Day gift than I did!”

      “O-oh goodness!” Her expression immediately went from elated to panicked. “N-no sweetie, that’s not--!” She couldn’t finish before she was settled back on the ground, a feathery finger placed over her beak.

      “I’m just teasin’ ya, Sweetheart!” He put his hand down, giving her a peck on her beak. “As long as yer happy, I’m happy.” He took his hands in hers. “Mayhaps this will give yer the courage ta finally send Phantasma that package yer been wantin’ ta send her.”

      “Th-that!?” Scarlet’s feathers puffed out. “O-oh no! Ph-Phantasma’s probably got tons of fan gifts. She isn’t going to want those canvases cluttering up her home...!”

      “Yer got too little faith in yerself, Scarlet. I think Phantasma would be thrilled ta get yer paintin’s. I mean, she did autograph yer books fer ya. She seems ta like ya a lot more than yer might think!”

      Instead of a reply, Scarlet simply whined, shrinking where she stood. The Conductor lovingly rubbed the top of her head. “Ahh, don’t fret, Sweetheart. I’m nae gonna force ya ta send the letters. But it may be a good idea ta at least send her a thank yer card. Maybe instead o’ the canvases yer can give her one o’ yer sketches instead?”

      Scarlet suddenly perked up. “Ooh! That’s a great idea!” She didn’t even get one step out before jumping up in the Conductor’s face. “OOH! Even better--I’ll decorate my own card and send it to her!”

      The Conductor laughed. “That’s the spirit!”

      She quickly darted over to her desk, grabbing out a thick piece of cardstock from the shelves as well as her pens. “Oooh, this is going to be great!!” 

      And away she went to work, completely drowning the world around her out... The Conductor gave her a warm smile as he left the room. She had a tendency to forget to nourish herself when she was in an art frenzy. Perhaps he’d put a kettle on and bring her some tea to help get her creative juices flowing...

[taexual]

October Night / Woozi x Reader

Jihoon had asked you out on a coffee date that not even the cold winds of October – or your nerves – could ruin.

pairing: Jihoon x Reader

warnings: first date fluff for those cold autumn nights :(((

words: 2.5k

ANON REQUEST: Woozi being a cute little bean (just him being cute let your creative juices flow 😂💕)

You had miscalculated how cold October nights were as you clutched your coat tighter around your body. A warm scarf and a winter jacket would have definitely fit this weather so much more, but you weren’t expecting the wind to be so sharp against your skin. And, besides, you were going on a date, so you wanted to look nice and, apparently, wearing a dress in October wasn’t a particularly smart move, no matter how warm you’d imagined your tights to be.

Once you noticed Jihoon by the entrance of the coffee shop you’d agreed to meet outside of, though, you seemed to forget the cold altogether. As a smile spread across your face at the sight of him, warmth rose in your stomach and expanded all throughout your body.

“Hi,” you said somewhat shyly. This wasn’t the first time you were seeing him, but it was a different occasion this time. It was your first date.

“Hey,” he replied, responding to your smile with his own as he slowly opened his arms, not wanting to cross any boundaries and yet feeling as though a simple “hi” wasn’t going to suffice.

Nearly blushing, you wrapped your hands around his neck and felt him hug you back. The embrace really only lasted for five seconds at most – and it wasn’t even the first hug you’ve shared with him – but the scent of his cologne seemed to linger on your skin long after you pulled away.

“Should we go in?” Jihoon asked afterwards. “You look half-frozen.”

You chuckled slightly. “Yeah. It’s windier than I’d expected.”

“Let’s get you inside then,” he said, taking your hand – a brave move that he hadn’t pre-planned, hence the pause filled with hesitation after your fingers brushed against each other.

Not finding the words to encourage him – you were afraid you’d just squeal if you opened your mouth right now – you smiled instead and entered the coffee shop first, Jihoon – his warm hand holding your cold one – following in after you.

The coffee shop was already decorated for Halloween. Fake – and real – pumpkins were placed on every windoswill inside, spider webs decorating the windows and getting into your hair just like real ones would.

“Oh, hold on,” Jihoon stopped you almost as soon as you entered, helping you get a very glittery black cobweb out of your hair. “There.”

“Thank you,” you said, feeling slightly flustered by his close proximity. “I’m not a big fan of spiders. Real or not.”

“I know what you mean,” he nodded knowingly. “Halloween is a difficult time for us, spider-haters.”

This got you to laugh as the two of you looked around the place, trying to decide if you’d be staying here or getting your drinks to-go. Not many people were here – which was definitely a plus – but there weren’t many tables here in the first place. It was a small coffee shop, and although the coziness made up for it, it was somewhat intimidating to be seated so close to the staff working the cash register.

“Pick a table,” Jihoon encouraged, making the decision to stay here. It was too cold to go out, even with coffee in your hands. “I’ll order us something. Would you like pumpkin pie?”

“Ah, pumpkins,” you sighed, never having liked them particularly much. You weren’t comfortable enough yet to express your dislike openly, though. “I’ll have whatever you have.”

“Anything but pumpkins. Got it,” he said, smiling as he caught what you meant even if you didn’t say it outright. “Hot chocolate? Tea? Coffee?”

Feeling how cold your hands were now that Jihoon let go of them, you didn’t care much for the beverages themselves, as long as they were hot.

“Hot chocolate, please,” you ended up saying, unconsciously going with the holiday theme.

Jihoon nodded and motioned with his hand for you to pick a table. You scanned the coffee shop quickly and then chose the table at the furthest corner of the shop, hoping for more privacy, not that there were many people here.

The corner you chose ended up being really cozy, with pillows on chairs and small, plastic ghost figurines decorating the table. You picked one of the figurines up, smiling as you inspected it.

This was a nice spot. You knew you could have great study sessions in this café with friends but, after today, you weren’t sure if you’d ever want to come back here with anyone aside from Jihoon, who approached the table another minute later, two mugs of steaming hot chocolate in his hands.

Although his arrival made you smile, it also made you nervous again. You didn’t know how this date was going to go – you weren’t particularly experienced when it came to dating – but you felt anxious as you wanted to make the best of your time with him.

“I’ll be right back,” Jihoon said, after putting the mugs down on the table. “I have to bring the cheesecake.”

You smiled despite yourself – he didn’t get the pumpkin pie – and watched him return to the cash register for the cake slices and then come back to you.

“There,” he said, pushing a plate towards you and leaving another one for himself. “I was told this cake was the least festive option and we’re obviously trying to go against the flow by ignoring everything related to pumpkins.”

You chuckled nervously. “I wouldn’t have anything against pumpkins if they tasted differently.”

“I’m not judging!” Jihoon defended immediately. “If anything, I’m just curious. Do you dislike any other typical Halloween flavors?”

“No, actually, candy corn is my favorite type of candy,” you confessed and he nodded, impressed. “I also love cinnamon, but I guess it’s not really seasonal.”

“No, I accept cinnamon,” he nodded. “I used to dislike it until my mom made these Christmas cookies with cinnamon. It tasted great and now I love it.”

“Did she teach you how to make those cookies?” you asked. “I’d love to try them.”

“She didn’t, but I am a professional at improvising,” he gave you a bright smile, making you laugh. “I’m not much of a baker, but I could try for you.”

It wasn’t a big promise but no one’s ever told you they’d bake cookies just for you so it meant a lot. In your small group of friends, you were the person who supplied the food so, naturally, you were the only one who knew how to bake actual cookies and not have your friends eat them raw. It felt nice to have someone offer baking them for you for a change.

“I’d make them if you gave me the recipe,” you offered, hoping not to sound too awkward. “Oh, but fair warning, I’ve only ever baked chocolate-chip cookies before.”

“Ah, classic,” Jihoon acknowledged. “The recipe is kind of a family secret but we can find a way around it.”

“How?”

“We could bake them together,” he said, his eyes leaving yours. He couldn’t help but feel like this statement made him appear too eager when he was desperately trying to just seem cool. He was only planning to bring the next date up by the end of this one, not at the very beginning.

“Really?” you asked, the subtle excitement in your voice encouraging him to return his eyes to your face. “I’d like that.”

“Yeah?” Jihoon smiled. “I’d like that, too.”

Both of you were too flustered to continue casually so you took the next moment to try your drinks instead. The first sip of hot chocolate burned your throat but after the next one, you got used to the burning sensation and it started to feel oddly nice. Your hands slowly started to warm up, too.

“It tastes really good,” you commented, exhaling slowly. “A little hot but there’s nothing wrong with that in weather like this.”

Jihoon nodded. “I think so, too. You should keep drinking it. You still look really cold.”

You brought your hands together, checking how cold they were, and then intertwining your fingers and placing your hands on the table, preparing to sit like this until you felt – and looked – warmer.

“Yeah, I didn’t think about taking my gloves with me when I—”

“Let me,” he reached his hand across the table, placing it on both of yours. “My hands are naturally always warm.”

Although he didn’t lie about his hands being warm, you still felt goosebumps rise on your skin after he touched you. Contrary to your seemingly shivering body, though, your cheeks seemed to heat up.

“Thank you,” you said, not daring to look up at him now that he was holding your hands.

“It’s nothing,” he said. Had you looked at him, you would have seen that he was just as flustered as you were. “Y-you have really soft skin. You should really wear gloves when you’re out.”

“I know,” you nodded, trying to fight through the five layers of shyness, “I was just—this stupid thing happened before I left. I’d laid out my clothes for tonight in the morning and the dress I’d planned on wearing slid off the rack when I wasn’t home, so it was all tangled up and messy when I found it on the floor later. So, I had to find other clothes to wear, and I—” you realized how much you were talking and felt yourself blush even harder. “I-I forgot the gloves.”

Jihoon didn’t say anything so you thought your nervous speech about your adventures before this date scared him off – you failed to see how unlikely that was – but, once you raised your head to look at him, he had a soft smile on his face.

“You look really pretty,” he said. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that as soon as I saw you tonight.”

“Thank you,” you replied timidly, this time choosing to keep looking at him despite the nervousness you were feeling.

“I’m sure you would have looked just as pretty with the messy dress,” he continued. “Or with clothes that actually keep you warm.”

“Oh. Yeah,” you chuckled nervously. You already knew that wearing dresses in October wasn’t going to be something you’d do again. “I guess I was trying to dress more formally today.”

“For our date?”

“Yeah.”

Saying this felt weird. Almost like you’ve just confessed how hard you were trying to look good for this date. Like you admitted that your confidence was a long process of carefully planned outfits and make-up, and not something that came naturally to you because you haven’t learned how to get up and just go. You still needed to give yourself pep-talks and you definitely needed assurance from others.

“Hey,” Jihoon said, noticing that your mind had drifted away from him. He squeezed your hand lightly to get you to look back at him again. “I think you would look great in anything. I’d hate it if you caught a cold on our first date, but, I have to admit, this way, I’d get a chance to look after you – since it’d be my fault you’re sick – and that’s a great reason to see you again.”

“You don’t need to get me sick to see me again,” you said, his words slowly burning the nerves and insecurities in your stomach.

“No?” he was smiling in a way that was so kind, you felt yourself exhale deeply, some of your anxiety leaving your body with your breath. “That’s good, then. I was hoping we’d get to bake those cookies on our next date.”

You smiled, remembering. “That’s right, the cookies.”

“We could also watch a movie,” he said. “Do you have a favorite holiday one?”

“I love them all,” you said, “but I guess “The Nightmare Before Christmas” is one of my favorite ones this time of year. It’s not really a Christmas movie, but not really a Halloween one, either. It fits October really well, in my opinion. I used to watch it during the Autumn holidays all the time with my family. We’d—” you stopped yourself again after noticing how easily you fell into a fit of nervous chattering. “sorry. I tend to switch between barely talking and then talking a lot when I’m nervous.”

“It’s okay, don’t apologize,” Jihoon said. “I was looking forward to hearing your traditions. Do you think this year you could watch “The Nightmare Before Christmas” with me?”

“You’d want that?”

“Of course,” he nodded, feeling shy admitting it but still trying to keep his strong face on because he was hoping to ease your nerves this way. “I’ve never seen it before.”

“You haven’t?” you almost gasped, the surprise of hearing this distracting you from every other thought that was running through your mind. “Oh, then I have to show it to you!”

Jihoon smiled at your enthusiasm. “Good. I can’t wait.”

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen it.”

“Hey, I didn’t judge your hatred of pumpkins!” he reminded you jokingly.

You laughed. “That’s right, sorry. I won’t judge your negligence of one of the best movies in the world.”

“Right, that didn’t sound judgemental at all,” he commented, laughing, too.

This was starting to feel nice. Sure, you were still nervous and every time you realized how warm his hand felt on yours, you felt a new wave of hotness wash over your face, but other than that, you loved this. The atmosphere, the smell of chocolate, the appetizing slice of cake on your plate, Jihoon across from you... everything.

“I-I’m having a really great time,” you said. “Thank you for asking me out.”

“Thank you for agreeing to come,” he replied, slowly breaking through the ice and showing you his more laid-back side. “It would have been really sad to sit here alone.”

You chuckled but chose to take another sip of your hot chocolate instead of replying. Maybe if you warmed up properly, the remaining nerves you were feeling would finally dissipate.

“I’m nervous,” Jihoon said suddenly. You gave him a confused look. “I-I just felt the need to mention that. I’m trying to make jokes – thank you for laughing, by the way – but, really, I feel like I’m about to exhale both of my lungs.”

“W-why did you feel the need to mention that?” you asked slowly.

“Because your hands are shaking,” he said. Instinctively, you glanced at your hands – your fingers still intertwined – under his. “And I know it’s not just from the cold. So, I want you to know you’re not the only nervous one here. I’m feeling all the same things you’re feeling.”

“Oh,” you managed to say, not having expected Jihoon to be so understanding and, more importantly, so accepting. “Thank you. You’re probably the first person who didn’t tell me to loosen up.”

“I think we both need to find a way to calm down,” he said. “And we will eventually. Getting used to new people takes a bit of time and… I want to get used to you.”

You knew that your hot cheeks were slowly becoming a natural part of you as your smile widened. “I want to get used to you, too.”

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