#based off a discord prompt

[its-that-kattt]

Medusa the Gorgontaur ! Plus concept sketches!!👇

[mbat]

unironically wish i could make a queer world of warcraft discord but idek if theres a crowd for that and also how i would even advertise it in a way that doesnt bring in solely just trolls lol

[pullbackandrelease]

I made these for a Secret Santa gift exchange over on the BatPham Community discord server. They were made for Strawberry, based off a prompt they provided! The BatPham Community server is a fandom server for a mixture of Batfamily and Danny Phantom content. (Batfamily, as in Batman's various family members... there's quite a few.)

[more-than-a-princess]

@causalitylinked​ asked:  “I can practically see the steam coming out of your ears.” [ from akira! ]

An Offer From a Gentleman prompts - Still accepting from mutuals because I admit I’m Brid.gerton obsessed and will milk this meme for all it’s worth

For fuck's sake, how could he be so nonchalant about it!?

Not that Sonia considered asking him. Considering past instances of Akira's confusion when she utilized certain multi-syllable words, she wasn't certain she'd even get the answer she sought. Still, he hadn't needed to tell her: she could feel the heat that had risen to her cheeks, her nose, even the tips of her ears. Warmth that had spread to her chest and, if she could bring herself to admit it, lower still. Though it felt like a soft breeze in comparison to the heat that radiated off him: not out of embarrassment, but from the shower she'd clearly just interrupted. From the swaths of skin, gently reddened from the water's temperature and stretched over taut muscles, formed and honed from years of training and fighting. On the streets, for Seiji, for sheer survival.

The least she could do was respond with dignity. And try not to stare, when the only thing that kept him from being fully nude was the towel slung low around his waist. And she really, really needed to not focus on that towel: even with so much of him to take in, Sonia had a predisposition for curiosity. One that, she shamefully had to admit to herself, wondered just how he looked beneath it.

With a deep, steadying gasp, Sonia whirled around in the middle of Akira's living room so she'd face the wall instead of his still-wet, nearly-naked form, one hand reaching out to gesture to the key, complete with a Wander Rabbits keychain, that sat upon his low dining table. "You gave me a spare key!" She squeaked, a sound that a brave and confident princess rarely made, first needing to justify her entering his home unannounced. The how, before explaining the why. "And Naomasa-sensei asked me to deliver your assignments and notices from the school! He said he didn't trust Amanome-san to do it in an expedient fashion!"

That was the more polite, less crass version of it anyway. Naomasa-sensei, Akira and Seiji's homeroom teacher (and old friend, she'd now surmised) spent more time studying newspapers and gambling betting sheets than actually trying to teach his students anything. According to her own teacher, Yukizome-sensei, he didn't fully embrace mentoring young minds yet. According to Amanome, he simply wanted enough of a paycheck to feed, clothe, and shelter him, before spending the rest of it at pachinko parlors and in games with Class 78's Celestia Ludenberg. It was a beneficial arrangement, apparently: it could be counted as part of Celeste's studies, and she could use part of a teacher's salary to fund her elaborate lifestyle while in turn, Naomasa-sensei added something extra to his coffee most days.

It all seemed rather grim to Sonia, but if Akira wasn't concerned, she wouldn't push it. Not when she had more pressing issues to see to. In particular, how she now forced her hands to remain pressed against her folded arms and her thighs pressed together, hoping the physical action might force the image she'd just witnessed out of her mind.

Or at least into its deep recesses, when she was alone and in need of relief and release. Something she hadn't dared breach with Akira. She wasn't sure if he'd understand or even held an interest, and his comfort meant far more to her than her own desires.

"S-so, I said I would so you won't fall too far behind in your studies, with missing school again and such!" She stammered, nodding to show her certainty. Despite the fact she faced the wall, of course: it was well-intentioned. "But I'm sorry for interrupting and surprising you. I...I'll go!"

[azmaarts]

The Bat-LANGUAGE (WARNING: SWEARING)

The process of making this comic can be simplified to that yes-no-orange-jacket-guy meme.

Me working on my pile of assignments, studying, and drafting college applications: (￢_￢;)

Me screeching at my first comic thingy and only discovering "gutters" after I spent a full day of break drafting, and about to boogie the living hell out of Koalemos himself: ( ⊙ꇴ⊙ )

This post was based off of @theaceofarrows's post! Check out their post through this link!

Since it's Epilepsy Awareness Month, I tried to finish this at least sometime in November... even if it meant starting on the 27th, finishing it on the 29th, and posting on the 30th.

If you (or anyone around you) want to get a basic understanding of epilepsy, try epilepsy.com. Even though Epilepsy Awareness Month is ending, it's not like epilepsy is gonna suddenly vanish. SO. Donate and/or spread the info. And as always, be wary of what you read/find on the internet.

P.S.

Gotta prepare my college applications Part II so I had to speedrun the rest of the coloring which has essentially become... blobs??? !(꒪A꒪|||)

Drafting and "line-art-ing" took two solid days. Bless Discord for granting me the strength to continue with supportive and uh... eccentric friends. XD

I've also been discovering a lot more Jason Todd fans IRL, so shout out to you wonderful people! It was so much fun screaming about Jason with you all! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

Edit: DAUM. Thank you all so much!! I'm glad that this made your week, @theaceofarrows! Thanks so much for creating the prompt. Apart from providing me the inspiration to draw, you also got me into better understanding epilepsy. So, thank you! <3

And thank you ALL! You have no idea how much I love reading through your tags. This is legit my new form of therapy. I’m glad that this was received well! You all are amazing. Seriously. Keep thriving, everyone! ( ˊᵕˋ )°♡

[tmnt-write-fight]

Welcome to TMNT Write Fight! 

TMNT Write Fight is a gift exchange event, inspired by @artfight and @phicphight. 

Unlike other gift exchanges, you will not be assigned a specific person to exchange with, instead you will be assigned a clan. You earn points for your clan by writing fics based off of other people’s prompts. You can attack by writing for a prompt from the other clan (1 point per 10 words) or ‘spar’ by writing for a prompt from your own clan (1 point per 20 words). Clans will be randomised, but don’t let that stop you from writing for whoever you want.

When signing up for the event, all you have to provide is your name, your tumblr username, and at least one prompt. It’s completely okay if you join the event and not write a single word. You can even ask to change the prompts, as long as it is before the list of prompts has been posted.

It’s framed as a competition, yes, but we’re all here to have some fun and write stuff. Completely no pressure!

Sign-ups will be today (August 24th) through September 1st. They will be open afterwards, but it will likely take some time to be added to the event.

Sign Up Here

Submit Attacks Here

Prompts

Discord

Asks are welcome if you have any more questions about the event.

The rules for creating your prompts below the cut.

No Smut. 

No TCEST.

No hateful content (homophobia, racism, sexism, etc.)

No iteration/character bashing, we’re here to have fun, people.

Any ocs must have public content to go off of, no creating ocs inside of a prompt. 

Keep your prompts 1-4 sentences long. 

Crossovers are only allowed if they exist within pre-existing media (Power Rangers comic, Usagi, the Batman movie, etc.)

Prompts about specific aus (things with fics or comics or dedicated blogs and such) can only be submitted by their creators. 

Specify iterations if referencing iteration-specific events, do not assume others can recognise the iteration automatically. 

[dibble-dumblr]

guess who forgot they had a tumblr.

So I had participated in BeppyBoop's Legends of Avantris Shiptober Challenge and, even though I posted them all in the discord, I'm just gonna shove it all here just in case somehow my computer breaks or smth and I lose it all.

loa ships be upon thee. (pt 1)

prompts under the cut

Day 1: When you started shipping them Day 2: Hand holding Day 3: Angst/Comfort Day 4: How they met Day 5: Cooking together Day 6: Clothes swap Day 7: First Kiss Day 8: Genderbent Day 9: Relaxing (I based mine off of NearlyTuna's fic!!!) Day 10: Role reversal

[fanaticsnail]

It's been a while

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 2,900+

Synopsis: Trafalgar Law has been missing his favorite courier, so at the encouragement of his first mate, he is prompted to do something about it.

Themes: Trafalgar Law x Box "Cottontail" Mila, fluff, long distance relationships, fluff, hurt / comfort, pining, longing from afar, den-den mushi, Law is tired, Law is missing his special person.

Notes: This is my half of the trade organized through the OC Discord Server for @bloglop and her beautiful OC, Mila. She gave me such a cute art piece for my Tobiuo x Heat 'Teat' ship, and I love it. I hope you like my half for your beautiful Mila! Divider by @/firefly-graphics.

Warmth swelled within the cool heart of the dark-haired captain, his chest ignited beneath the blaze of anticipated relief. Honey eyes briefly widening, they relax as his smile illuminated his cheeks with an emotion Trafalgar Law had not allowed himself to experience in so long. He knew it; he saw it every day of his life growing up in Flevance. His parents had it when their eyes met in the early hours of the day, he saw it in his sister’s eyes when she looked at her favorite desserts. 

Love.

Trafalgar Law was in love. 

Rolling on her heels to the balls of her feet, the twitching anxiousness was demonstrated within the grip of parchment clutched against her chest. Another delivery for the Tang: likely the recipe exchange Penguin set up between Sanji and Killer at the last meeting with Strawhat crew and the Victoria Punk.

“Mila,” Law sighed, his voice feeling foggy at the edges, echoing within the halls of the Polar Tang. He shook his head, shrugging off the tension and apprehension from his mind as he picked up speed. 

Trying not to seem overeager in seeing his lover so close to him fled his thoughts, he physically couldn’t contain it any longer. He needed Mila in his arms, embraced fully against his chest and lifted up into his arms. 

He wanted her, needed her, craved her in a way that felt like a part of him was missing: a part only she could fill with her presence. That little laugh, that soft stutter when she’s trying to hold her enthusiasm back, the way her ears would extend and tail would protrude when she was nervous, the buzz of life that illuminated and vibrated with excitable static. He craved to have all of that within his arms, lips touching so intimately close: sharing breaths and heartbeats as he entwined himself against her in an encumbering embrace. 

His feet carried him closer, further and faster than he could ever dream of. Ignoring the wind-smudged faces of his crew, Law simply sprung hurriedly towards Mila like an iron ball from a cannon barrel. 

Turning slowly towards her, the orange-hue of her widened orbs lit up and rose with her smile behind it. Expending her arms towards him, Law couldn't help but spring to close the distance between them. Hoisting her into the air, and with a large twirl to expel all the parchment from her tanned satchel. The pages seemed to float beside them as if meeting with water, held in stasis beside them while Law met his eyes against hers. 

Inked hands pressed at the back of her neck, toying with the finer hair growing at the base of her scalp, he drew her into his face. Lips finally colliding, he seared into her all emotion he craved to give her through his intense kiss. Expecting the common softness to her lips, his brows furrowed where all he could feel was a coarse scratch on his skin. Parting his mouth and deepening his kiss, her lips tasted of ink blotches and black coffee stains. He shook it from his thoughts, holding on tighter and refusing to be pried from her, her embrace felt different. 

“Law?” Mila’s voice ricocheted within his mind: sounding muffled as if forced to speak with a muzzle over her lips. Shaking his head, he gripped her tighter and more intently. Hands roaming and wandering, her skin felt cool to the touch and almost like steel. 

“Law?” her voice sounded several tones too deep, prompting Law to almost break away from her lips pressed against his and look up into her eyes. But he couldn’t, he was too overwhelmed by the fact she was hare, and she was finally back, to care about anything else. 

Mila’s hand gently reached up and grasped his shoulder, pinching and rolling the flesh between her perched digits. Shaking him from her, her strength managed to pull him away from her and force his eyes to fall on hers. 

“Mila?”

All he could see in lieu of his lover was a sheet of pale paper with stains of ink and black coffee. 

He had fallen asleep at his desk once again. After too many sleepless nights of peering over the edge of the Polar Tang, hoping the figure beyond the horizon was a small blotch of pink blur, he finally fell prone to the melody of sleep. Thin, paper pages stuck to his face as he jolted upright, looking immediately to the large, white fur that clutched onto his shoulders. 

“Just me, Captain,” Bepo sighed softly, a small amount of sorrow caged at the corner of his tone, “I'm sorry I'm not Mila. It's-... It's been a while, hasn't it, sir?” The Polar bear mink gently reached for the page affixed to Law's face, peeling it from his skin and placing it back down in a neat pile in front of him. Several words from the parchment transported onto his skin, words in reverse staining his pores by marking his face with its blotches. 

“It's… it's been a while, yeah,” he chuckled dryly, drawing his thumb and index finger up to pinch his eyes in a bid to pry the sleep from them, “M’sorry, Bepo. How long was I-?”

“-You need to call her, sir,” the first-mate spoke over his Captain. Bepo’s dark eyes seemed to command him, prompting Law to feel taken aback by the notion. He was not used to the large bear giving him commands, and making a call to his lover seemed an odd thing for him to get up in arms about. 

Law sighed, smearing his hand down his face before taking his chin in his hands. Although Law seemed to raise a smile to his lips, there was no real joy in his expression. He was truly lost, a man without direction and plagued with more sleep deprivation than he was truly able to withstand. 

“Look, Bepo,” Law chuckled, drawing his hand down to the desk in front of him, “I don't even know where she is right now. She could be legions away-.”

“-She’s on Komugi Island, delivering the outcome of a contract for intention for betrothal,” Bepo stated in a matter of fact way, fishing up the slumbering transponder snail and placing it on Law’s desk, “She’s staying at an accommodation close to the Charlotte’s. Call her. Please call her, sir.”

Law groaned at the pushiness of his first mate, rolling his eyes and reaching for the transponder. Tapping the shell awake, he offered it a small piece of lettuce he kept on his desk for it in payment for being awakened so abruptly. Looking up at Bepo, he shook his head with his exhaustion hanging on the small puffs of his elevated eye-bags. 

“There a number I need to dial?” Law asked Bepo, who hastily spat the digits immediately. With a small grunt in gratitude with a hidden and flustered smile, Law waved Bepo away from the room and excused himself to the company of himself and the snail. 

Gently rolling onto her back, Mila toyed anxiously with the ends of her blush-colored hair. The accommodation on Komugi Island made her feel more dwarfed than ever, and she was relatively tall. The land of giants, with a tyrant overlord that could potentially lose their temper with the outcome of Mila’s delivery, was otherwise quite welcoming. The minister of flour ensured her safety, the room was comfortable, and the food was incredibly sweet and playful. 

The one thing that she felt truly absent from this experience was her friend and lover, the captain of the Heart Pirates. She wanted to be with him a little more often lately, but she wasn't quite sure why. There was something in the way her heart sang to him in the quiet hours.

Her body became rigid as she rolled over to her side to move within a curled position beneath the blankets. She drew up the linen material in a bid to press more weight into her. The warmth provided beneath the blankets was comforting, but it wasn't what she truly wanted. 

She wanted Law. 

Her job had her darting her lanky legs around all of the blues and beyond: hopping between ports within the grand line, and sprinting as a courier to deliver packages in a timely manner. She had formed connections, made bonds, curated an eclectic assortment of clients, and was a trusted ally to all those who depended on her services. She was good at her job, and her reputation by word of mouth shepherded her everywhere. 

But it didn't manage to take her to the Polar Tang for some time. She missed it. The yellow submarine piloted by her beloved, hat-wearing, broody captain that she hoped cherished her as much as she did him. She loved him, and wanted to stay with him and hold him within his quarters and his office until she was certain he would eventually become sick of her. 

It had been a while since Mila had experienced love in her heart, and when she met and learned about Law, it hit her like the reputable ‘gum-gum-pistol’ from their Straw-Hat ally. Love hit her so hard, she almost felt like her legs would buckle beneath its weight every time she saw him. 

But, unfortunately for the both of them, she still had a job to do. She hoped she would come across someone who was in need of a courier to deliver a package to the Tang, but for now, she lay quietly buzzing with energy beneath the weight of the heavy duvet. 

The Zoan-Fruit user always had trouble sleeping when facing a trial like this. A client may be disgruntled by a letter, and often want to keep her around to formulate an appropriate response to send back. Mila would get stuck in the crossfires often, and remind them softly: ‘I am just the courier, but I will ensure to relay your objectives when I deliver your response.’ She was nothing if not professional, and professional, she was. 

Struggling to find rest, Mila scrunched her eyes shut and focussed on the sounds of her environment. Sizzling plates from the restaurant outside, the chirp of sweet bug song, the thumping of her anxious blood flooding her face, the soft purr of her carrier snail ringing on her desk-.

-Mila jolted upright, throwing the duvet off her body with the expectation that her client was calling her into the main keep to relay her response to the outcome of the betrothal. Putting on her best ‘professional’ voice, Mila took a deep breath as her lips curled around her words. Just as she tasted those first syllables on her tongue, she halted at the voice on the other end. 

“Cottontail? You there?” 

She froze. Her skin almost buzzed with the haste her shock managed to sizzle beneath her flesh. Each follicle stood like static ignited the ends of her pink tufts as her eyes flew wide. Lip quivering, hastily split her lips up into a radiant and broad grin. 

“Law?” She almost squeaked, managing to compose herself enough to answer tastefully, “I’m here. I was just about to turn in for the night.” She heard Law gently huff out a curse alongside a subtle whisper of ‘time difference, I'm an idiot,’ which rose a flutter in her chest. 

Silence fled from the Den-Den, an awkwardness once again present between the two of them. Neither spoke, nor made a single sound to alert the other was present. The only knowledge that another person was on the end of the transceiver was the fact that it was their snails we're awake. 

As Mila plopped down on her bed once more, the snail tucked against her pillow and laying comfortably on the heavy linen, Law had managed to sneak into his personal quarters from his office, gently doing the same. 

Law’s personal Den-Den buzzed gently as he lay his head down on the pale cerulean silks of his firm pillow. Considering his earlier doze, he was still feeling groggy and lethargic while his head felt heavier than what his neck could truly carry. Rolling onto his side, he blinked his heavy eyelids and spoke softly into it. 

“What are…? What are you up to right now?” Law asked barely with a breath, his inhale and exhale softening out at the corners. He could almost feel Mila’s smile through the snail, picturing her face as his eyelids finally grew too heavy to remain open. 

“I'm in bed, talking with you,” Mila offered gently in return, lulling him into a soft tranquility with her voice. Law smiled, nuzzling against the bedsheets and drawing up his legs to become more comfortable. He hummed a small chuckle in return with a light flush rising in his dark cheeks. 

“You're right here with me, are you?” Law’s question ignited Mila’s cheeks with that rosy tint he loved to see with her fluster. 

“I'm right there,” she confessed with a little shrug in her shoulders, neatly tucking herself within her blankets and nestling them around herself. Gently rising her question in her chest, she felt the small amount of fluttering anxiety swelling her heart, truly wanting him to answer honestly and truthfully. “Are you…? Are you here with me too?” 

Not even a beat of a butterfly's wing passed between them as Law graced her with his answer. 

“I'm there. I'm right there beside you, and,” Law halted his words, taking his time to stretch his lips through a yawn of exhaustion, “I'm gonna be there with you until the morning. Are you tired?” 

“I'm not tired at all, are you?” Mila asked in response, trying to choke down the emotion at the ease his response gave to her. Through this trip, this trial of delivering such an important contract with the Charlotte's and the response they got from the recipient, it truly weighed on her. The exhaustion that came from it, the sorrow she felt at the lack of deliveries with the Tang, the way she truly wanted nothing more to be curled up in Law's quarters and listening to him talk about the latest addition to his coin collection - everything felt so raw at this moment. 

At such an innocent and easy question, and hers in return, she felt the well of emotions rise up in her chest and swell behind the closed dam of her teeth. 

Almost in a sense only captain's and doctors seemed to comprehend, and in the comfort Law truly wanted to receive from his beautiful courier, he whispered against the microphoned end of the snail. 

“Mila, I need you to talk,” he confessed to her, feeling the weight of his own release, “I need to hear your voice, I need to hear about your day, and I need to-...” He choked on his admission, feeling heavy and vulnerable as he laid in his bed, “...I haven't been able to sleep properly. I need to sleep, and you… You always seem to be able to help me switch off. Can you do that for me? I promise it won't take long-.”

“-I’ll do it, Captain,” she cut him off, her eagerness causing Law to chuckle in a low tone. “I'll talk your ear off, and I won't stop even if you beg me to.” Mila tucked herself completely in, laying on her back, and thinking where in her journey she should start her tale.

Recounting the initial retrieval of the response from the recipient of the Charlotte family’s proposal, she began spurting a relay of every event that transpired from there. Traveling the seas, running as fast as her legs could take her, meeting Charlotte Linlin and her sons: Oven, Cracker, and Katakuri, she spoke on it all. 

Every syllable the pink-haired Zoan-Fruit user was a sweet melody to the exhausted captain. Mila would ask questions to gauge where he was in his exhaustion, and Law would go from asking a question in return, to a one-worded answer, to a small grunt or moan in response. 

As Mila spoke on, the slow blinks from Law’s eyes opening a crack would reveal his Den-Den shell in one moment, before dissipating to see Mila in all her cottontail glory beside him in the next. She was there, truly there, and he felt every second of it. The scent of her perfume, the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair, the smile on her lips: she was right there as she spoke within his mind’s eye.

Smiling, his chest rose and fell with each passing moment Mila would speak to him. He was prompted to set internal reminders to order some flour and sweets from Komugi island for the crew, utilizing Mila's service and giving her a reason to be with him. His rationale dictated it would be good for morale, and Penguin would appreciate the fresh produce.

Whereas all Law wanted was Mila.  As he drempt, all he pictured was the waves of lengthy pink hair from the back of Mila, holding her close in his dreams as she spoke. 

The next morning, he woke to hearing the soft rustle of Mila’s snores from the disgruntled and sleep deprived Den-Den snail, prompting him to give it a look of softened pity. A few small gentle taps to the eyeballs of the snail seemed to cause it comfort, so he continued to do so while he moved it over to the desk in the corner of his quarters. 

He waited until she woke naturally, truly reveling in the way her little sleep sounds were truly and distinctively hers. This only spurred him on to craft a finer arrangement of items he invented to guide her home to him. He wanted her home with him.

Their home, together, right there on the Polar Tang.

[bluginkgo]

There is nothing scary here (NUzi mini comic)

AKA/Prompt: N has PTSD, scared of loud noises

Based off of @thecattishdragon head canons on N here (go love on the original post ^_^).

Please do not repost on other platforms without asking first TwT

I'm sorry this took so long to get out! Very suddenly, my school work caught up to me and tried to kill me 😅. I will be making more mini comics based on their headcanons and other ones that Nuzi discord server has graciously fed to me. Quick behind scenes will be out tomorrow :3

[alienoresimagines]

I'm On The Run With You, My Sweet Love | Buck x Bucky

[Click for better quality]

For the Prompts : "I don't want to move" + Lake Sex of the Writers of the Air Discord event organised by the wonderful @johnslittlespoon 💕

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On a hot summer day, John and Gale enjoy an afternoon off-base at a nearby lake, far from the war and its destruction. They laugh, cuddle, kiss, talk about the future, with no one but the warm summer sun as their witness.

Also they come. Twice.

Snippet :

“Gonna take you to the nicest theater there is.” The sentence is punctuated by a kiss on his lips. “You’ll choose the movie,” and another. “We’ll sit in the back rows so we can hold hands between our seats, but in the middle so you can have the best view of the screen.”

“Why, you ain’t gonna watch the movie with me? Gonna leave your fella to enjoy a picture alone?” It’s John’s turn to snort, seemingly delighted by Gale’s teasing as he steals another kiss that ends with his bottom lip between Gale’s teeth for a second.

“I’ll watch you.” Their lips connect again, and this time when Bucky pulls away, he stays close enough their lips brush with every word. “I’ll catch all the little expressions you don’t even realize you do. And when you’ll be so focused on the movie you’ll part those pretty lips in wonder, I’ll kiss your hand and nobody but us will know. That you’re my fella,” John grins wide, a mirror image to Gale, and kisses one of his cheeks. “That I’m yours.” The apple of his other cheek gets a kiss too, and Gale smiles so wide his face starts hurting but he can’t stop, not when John is looking at him like he holds all the answers to the world.

“That a promise, Bucky?”

To say yes would be to admit that the both of them will come out alive from the war. It’s not something they’ve ever done, at least not so plainly. Normally, John would say “Don’t count on it” with a smile, and they’d both know it’s as close to a yes as they can allow themselves to believe.

Today, he seals it with a searing kiss.

Read more on AO3 💕

My other Clegan Fics 🥰

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for backing out of an art exchange because the person who pulled my name has an art style I really don't like?

In the fandom based Discord I'm in we had a small art exchange last month. Everyone got randomly paired with someone else to exchange art based on their prompts.

I'm a big believer in all art having value and that people enjoy different art styles, but unfortunately the person I was paired with has a really specific art style that I just.

Honestly, I hate it.

Our fandom is soft-anime style, think something like Genshin or similar art. Anime but more rounded off, 3D style.

However this artist has a really sharp, angular, honestly a little strange kind of art style that makes the final result look nothing like the original character design at all except for features like their clothing being the most obvious clue as to who they are.

If you ever read the really old Roald Dahl books with the super pointy, triangular art style, its kind of like that. Huge, super sharp pointy chins and noses, super long faces, all of the eyes drawn in the same long, sideways triangle style.

Its amazing that they have a style they like, but its 100% not my style and I really didn't want to have to fawn over it and share it across my socials when it is clearly the opposite of the art style I like.

I wound up pretending I had an unexpected work trip which meant I had to back out of the exchange (which actually wound up being true, but the trip was only 3 days so it wasn't like I wouldn't have had the 3 other whole weeks to work on my side of the exchange.) I was super polite about it, because again, its not my style but its theirs and I'd never deliberately make someone feel bad about their art.

Well, turns out some genius in our server forgot we all follow each other on Tumblr too and made a post basically laughing about how I had the balls to get out of it and how funny and smart they found it.

The mods sent a screenshot of it into the server and said bullying would not be tolerated and I got a warning for bullying. I pointed out I hadn't lied about the trip and I wasn't even the one who made the post, but they blacklisted talking about it further and made a new rule that if you fail to participate in future exchanges for anything less than like, someone dying or whatever, you get removed from the server completely.

All around nobody is happy about any of it, and there's talks about voting to just veto exchanges completely both because nobody wants to single people out and nobody wants to be forced to fawn over art they don't like.

I'm mostly angry with the person who poked their nose in because before they said anything it was completely fine with me and the other artist. They understood completely, we joked about how shit work is, and they were just going to do an art piece for the server as a whole which I thought was a really cute outcome, but now both of them have gone silent in the server and won't reply to anyone.

What are these acronyms?

[rheas-chaos-motivation]

How to fight writer's block (45 ways)

If you are indecisive like me, use a 1-45 number generator and do that one

Listen to music that's the vibe of the scene you need to write.

Set small goals, like one sentence a day. Majority of the time that will make you want to write more

Get an accountability partner

Use writing sprints, write for 5 or 10 minutes without stopping. Then take a break and repeat.

STOP BEING SCARED TO WRITE BADLY

write something random, maybe just a paragraph to get in the flow

write while doing something else, like eating lunch or watching TV if you can focus

read a book you wouldn't normally read

do some physical activity

do writing games/writing prompts

imagine people making fanfiction about your work

watch a movie/show to inspire you

write the scene you've been wanting to write

do something else creative (doodle, paint, cook, etc)

edit a scene

rewrite a scene in a different setting

take a shower/bath or just wash your face

pick up a random book/remember a book you've read and "pick a fight" with the author. What did they do that you didn't like and why don't you?

listen to your favorite song (with lyrics) but imagine it in a different context. imagine it a scene from a show/a show.

make a list of things you want to include in your work, eventually you will come across an idea you will want to write.

use pen and paper

create a check list of things you have to do (make them small like open computer, open google docs, write one paragraph, etc.)

identify your strengths

identify your weaknesses

write from a different pov

remember why you started writing this project

remember why you started writing in general

dress up and pretend you are in a movie about a writer

reread your writing and find your favorite part

create a writing ritual, do two thing to get you in the mood of writing

take a break

write for one imaginary reader, what does that one reader want to see?

write some bad poetry (helps you "feel" your emotions)

use this game, you have to write an amount of words that you choose before the opponent knocks you out: Fighter's Block! (cerey.github.io)

write with a friend

write badly on purpose. And when i mean bad or cringe i mean commit. Write a dicord mod x discord kitten Wattpad fic (maybe dont post it though 😭). Just make yourself laugh

If you are stuck because you dont know what to do come up with something stupid that can be changed later (for this one scene the hero a has fourth leg that allows them to dig through the wall)

Figure out why you can't write and address that first.

imagine someone reading your story for the first time and it inspires them to do something they wouldn't have done otherwise (confess to their crush, start writing too, come out, etc)

GIVE YOURSELF DEADLINES AND STICK TO THEM

OR HAVE SOMEONE GIVE YOU DEADLINES

write about having writers block

write something that isn't yours (dont steal peoples work and try to publish it/pass it off as yours). Like a scene from a show or incorporate song lyrics into your scene.

create Pinterest boards based off your characters/plot/scenes

STOP BELEIVING IN WRITERS BLOCK AND WORK THOUGH IT. WRITE IT BADLY. WRITE IT BADLY. WRITE IT BADLY. WRITE WHEN YOU DONT FEEL LIKE IT. WRITE WHEN YOU THINK YOUR TERRIBLE. WRITE WHEN YOU ARE UPSET. WRITE IT BADLY.

[garrethweasleyfest]

The event is open to writers and artists who want to celebrate our one and only potions prodigy!

How do I enter?

Fill in this form to register as a writer or artist and submit your prompts for fellow creators! Signups will close on 21st September.

How long do I have to create something?

Signups will close on 22nd September. Creators will then have until 23rd of October to finish their piece, at which point all submissions should be posted to Tumblr using the #garrethweasleyfest #garrethweasleyfest24 hashtags!

What kind of content can I submit?

The fest will be prompt-based for both art and fics. When signing up you will be asked to submit three prompts for your fellow creators. This can be anything from a word to a scene. Full prompt rules are below the cut.

Where can I go for updates, ideas and to ask questions?

The fest will run primarily on Tumblr and is organised by @cuffmeinblack and @ellivenollivander who are happy to answer any questions!

There is also channel in the Weasley's Wizarding World discord for the event.

Full rules below 👇

General rules/FAQs

🦁 Participants must be able to be contacted by @cuffmeinblack or @ellivenollivander on Tumblr or Discord

🦁 Works should be posted on Tumblr with the fest hashtags but can link off to other websites e.g. ao3 or Poipiku

Content guidelines for creators

🦁 NSFW is welcome!

🦁 There are no restrictions on ships!

🦁 There are no specific topics that are banned, however we ask that creators tag their work accordingly, including all trigger warnings where appropriate. Topics include but are not limited to extreme violence/gore, non-con and dub-con.

🦁 There is no minimum or maximum word count for fics

Prompt guidelines

🦁 You only need to pick one of the three prompts you receive

🦁 Each creator will be asked to give three prompts

🦁 You will not receive your own prompt

🦁 Prompts should not be too prescriptive or force certain ships, but they can either be vague or something more detailed, still allowing for creativity within the prompt

🦁 Prompts should preferably not specify NSFW but at least one should be SFW

🦁 Examples include: 'modern!AU meet-cute', 'first time', 'fireworks'

Full timeline

Signups and prompts: 7th-21st September

Prompts assigned: 22nd-23rd September

Creators work on their submissions: 23rd September - 22nd October

Submissions posted on Weasley Wednesday 23rd October

[simonlynch]

JanAUary 2024!

Hey guys! First off, I want to thank everyone who participated in, or engaged with, Drabblecember2023 this year. Since it was so fun to host, we want to keep the fun going while also slowing it down a little. As such, may I introduce:

JanAUary 2024!

as hosted by myself, and @eternally-smitten, who also created our lovely prompt list graphic!

See below for more information!

What is JanAUary ?

JanAUary is a (yet another) month-long selfship event, without the rigor of a 30-day, "a prompt a day" challenge.

For this event, selfshippers are invited to participate in AU-based content creation! A prompt list will be provided, with each prompt intended for a 3-4 day window, however prompts may be used in any order, for as many days as you wish, as not all prompts may be applicable to every ship.

The event will run from January 1st to February 1st.

Rules:

All selfshippers regardless if you are a follower, mutual, or someone that just stumbles across this in the tags are invited to participate, with the exception of pr*/c*mship/adjacent.

We also invite you to create you own prompt lists and ask games, and to take liberties with the prompts provided to fit them to your ships!

Artists of all kinds are invited to participate! Be it visual art, writing, renders, playlists, aesthetics, or anything else, we wholly want you to have fun. There will be no creative 'restrictions' on what can and can not be used to participate in this event.

How do I participate ?

That's entirely up to you! Just use the tag #janauary2024 when posting so that others, including myself, can find your work!

We also have a discord server, for anyone interested!

[elkkiel]

ST Holiday Gift Exchange 2024: Information & FAQ

Masterpost

General info

Q: Who can join this event?

Anybody who is a fan of Sleep Token and would like to create something for a fellow fan

Q: How do I sign up for this event?

You can register using the sign up form here

Q: What kind of content can I create?

Art, writing, video edits/video-based media, animation/animatic, playlists, and poetry are our current options. If you have a different idea, feel free to ask about it!

Q: How does the assignment system work?

When you sign up, your answers will be stored on a spreadsheet to compare with other participants. We will determine assignments based on your likes/dislikes for both creating and receiving gifts, as in an angst writer will likely be assigned to someone who likes angst.

Instead of partners, each assignment will be unique to make the gift as much of a surprise as possible. This means that the person you've been assigned to won't be assigned to you.

On October 19th, Nina and I will contact you via your preferred messaging method with your assignment. At this time, we'll provide all the information you need to complete your gift!

Q: When are submissions due?

You can give your gift from December 25th to January 5th. If you're done early, just hang on to it until the submission period begins.

Content guidelines

Q: What are the minimum requirements for gifts?

Art: One completed artwork (according to your level of "completeness," i.e. no sketches/doodles)

Writing: One completed fic of at least 600 words

Video edits/video-based media: One completed edit/video. If you are creating a video, please reach out to @elkkiel or @stellasplendens with your concept for review.

Animation: One completed video/GIF at least 3 seconds long (or shorter, if it loops). Frame-by-frame and tweening methods are accepted—do what works best for your style. If you're creating a "simple" animation (ex. looping walk cycle, sprite animation, etc.) please reach out to Elkkie or Nina with your concept for review.

Playlist: One playlist at least 1 hour long with a consistent theme. Spotify is preferred, but Youtube is an option if you don't have Spotify

Poetry: One completed poem, any style. If you are creating a poem, please reach out to Elkkie or Nina with your concept for review

Other: Please reach out to Elkkie or Nina with your concept/media type for review.

Q: Does my gift need to be holiday themed?

Not at all! If you want to include seasonal themes, go ahead. But it's definitely not required

Q: Do I need to include all of my recipient's ideas/preferences in my gift?

The ideas/preferences are just prompts, not a grocery list that you have to check off. Feel free to include as many ideas as you're comfortable with

Q: Is shipping allowed?

Shipping is allowed, and you will be assigned to someone with the same shipping preferences as you (ex. someone who loves shipping won't be paired with someone who won't create it)

Q: Is NSFW allowed?

Same as shipping content, you can do it so long as your recipient has said they're okay with it. In this case, please pay attention to any triggers, squicks, or preferences that your recipient specified—for safety and also enjoyment lol

Communication/submissions

Q: How do I submit my gift?

Please share your gift in a public Tumblr post with your recipient clearly tagged. You can also use the tag #st gift exchange 2024 !

Q: I'm an author, where do I share my writing?

You can share your fic directly on Tumblr as a text post, or you can post to a platform like AO3 and link to the fic in a Tumblr post.

Q: Can I contact my recipient for more information about their gift?

We ask that you don't reach out to your recipient to maintain the surprise aspect of the event. If absolutely necessary, you can contact Nina or I to get that info on your behalf.

Q: Is there a Discord for this event?

No, this is a Tumblr-based event only. Please give your gift on Tumblr to ensure that your recipient is able to receive your gift.

Q: Who do I contact for more information before/during the event?

You can reach out to @elkkiel or @stellasplendens via Tumblr, or send us an email at st.giftexchange@gmail.com

During the event, Nina and I will be dividing up contacts for organization purposes. So whoever sends you the assignment will be your "event rep" that you can reach out to specifically (ofc, if you can't get ahold of someone, please feel free to send an email or reach out to the other mod for help!)

Any more questions? Send an ask, reply to this post, send an email, idk like create smoke signals or something (responses will take 2-3 business days to account for acquiring fire-starting supplies)

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Curious what you'd say about Soap for the character ask game. You haven't really spoken about him as much as the others so I'm curious :O (id love to hear about every single character tho i wont lie to you but i have a feeling you'll get asked about those lol)

@nekrosmos asked for Soap too.

Honestly? There is unfortunately a reason. I lingered around fandom for a good few months before I got involved at all. I saw some behaviour from his fanbase that I didn't like and so I made the conscious choice that he's not a character I'd probably be creating much for. I love the art, happy to support creators, etc. Besides, there are so many delicious, delicious rarepairs to love and create for and plenty of gallant, productive, devoted Ghoapers.

He's quite compelling though, and I've got quite a few thoughts and headcanons, and I'm happy to write prompts with him. A few friends on Discord really love him and I like to create for them too, cause happy friends give me the fuzzies. So, you know, a story idea might grip me by the balls and I'll wack out a long form thing.

favorite thing about them

His journals.

Reading those finally gave me a connection with his character that I hadn't developed previously. But they really show how driven he is, how much he wants to be the best he can be, so he's not a burden, so he doesn't let anyone down. He's constantly striving to earn his place to the point that it kills him in the end.

I think he genuinely struggles with wanting to be liked (as part of 'earning his place'), and I think he is often too much for people. Ghost giving back as good as he gets is a comfortable relationship because the line for Ghost is way, way in the distance; Johnny doesn't have to worry like he does with 'normal' people. Neither of them is fuckin' normal.

Price giving him a chance would have been the first step towards the hero-style worship he has for him. "What? Me? Ye want... me? Aye, aye I will be the best fuckin' dog ye ever had, I will bite my own leg off for ye." Everything Soap does is to prove that Price didn't make a mistake. That he was a good investment. And Price, the sly fucker, knows it. He sees himself there.

least favorite thing about them

I wish they had given him a stronger accent and leaned more into that in the games. In fact, I wish that for all of them.

I also think that Soap has capacity to cause great harm without even realising it. Like, we get glimpses of it; he's nearly court-martialled for punching out a copper. In his single-minded pursuit of something, I reckon there could be a lot of collateral damage.

He lacks confidence but will cover it up by being an arsehole and doing arsehole things (such as smuggling a girl on base to impress The Guys). I say I like "least favourite"; I think this makes him compelling as a character. He's not all sunshine and rainbows. He's just as gritty, professional and flawed as the rest of 'em.

favorite line

"You sick bastard..."

"My kingdom for a suppressor..."

"Price?... This belongs to you, sir."

brOTP

Gaz & Soap

OTP

Uh... none really. Ghost/Soap?

nOTP

Don't have any strong feelings on any.

random headcanon

He's really bad at team sport. He showed no interest in any when he was growing up. Gym? Running? Swimming? Anything where the only competition is himself and his own limits? That's where Soap's head is.

unpopular opinion

Honestly? I don't know which of my opinions would be unpopular. Probably the 'not sunshine and rainbows' one, maybe?

song i associate with them

favorite picture of them