#creativity crusader

[sonicrainbooms]

every day of my life is spent hunting down mlp fan artists/writers who do fanart or fanfiction set in the future where scootaloo is able to fly as an adult because her "wings finally grew" like no. she literally never was able to fly. that's the whole point. she's disabled. and that's okay. stop being ableist about it.

[dragonpigeons]

My full piece for @/stardustovazine on twitter : Jotaro vs Avdol ⭐️ This took me a long time to do because I love to suffer. Leftover sales are open until Jan 4, 2024!

[woahspacewizards]

THE GREAT CRUSADE! THE HORUS HERESY! THE SCOURING! What do these all have in common? Probably having your blorbos be in control by people who write them well but don't show up.

What if however, you were in control? You made a Legion, the blorbos within, and their Primarch? Well today I'm giving that chance in a group collaborative writing effort! Join other goobers in creating new Legions, making decisions that will affect the galaxy, and causing deep irreversible trauma. If you're interested do keep reading!

Now, while this is a group writing project first and foremost there is always a need to have some restrictions and rules. However, most of these rules will boil down to keeping a certain number of "archetypes" down; after all the universe doesn't need 5 emperor's executioners.

There will also be visuals, while I'm no master artist I can definitely draw some way of seeing the progress of the crusade and what attacks happen throughout. Giving that extra bit of spice needed.

Overall, it'll be a great time and if you're interested message me on Tumblr or hit me up on discord at Mage8500, can't wait to see your messages!

[alexdti]

Cameo OC belongs to @screwpinecaprice and JavaThePone

Quest for friendship RETOLD - Page 33 New page each Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday

[deusluxuria]

jjba characters with the most difficult outfits to hide a whole pizza in, ranked:

1. pillar men

2. anasui

3. vanilla ice

4. ¡Oye cómo va mi ritmo! Bueno pa' gozar, Mulata.

5. melone

6. narancia

7. mariah

[np-art-work]

Kakyoin being a meme P.S you can follow me on Instagram for more art @np.art.work

[giantkillerjack]

Posting this here for receipts in case someone decides to steal this killer line of poetry I wrote for a spotify playlist description of all things (and which, together with the title, sounds like the heading of an essay that I would immediately want to read very badly):

[greetingsfromuranus]

Man nobody told me the comedown from a manic episode lasts like a year

Makes sense now I guess lmao

[fellow-traveller]

I like how he came in the mail with a smug face.

This is literally my first ball-jointed doll and I'm so nervous at how fragile everything is. But damn, the details on it are superb, up to the paint job. No wonder it's super expensive.

Finally can make use of that Halloween bat miniature chair. Couldn't get that many photos because (1) my fat cat kept patting Hol when I try to take a decent pic and (2) my phone camera is shitty.

[drtomt18]

I've been outlining a warhammer 40k story about the Salamanders

It starts all the way back on Terra, before the Great Crusade even really began, when the Emperor was still mustering His forces. The proto-Salamanders, then called the Dragon Warriors, are assigned the task of breaking the final Fortress of the last remaining warlords on Terra whom the Emperor have not conquered.

https://warhammer40k.fandom.com/wiki/Assault_of_the_Tempest_Galleries see details here

After that, only one thousand Marines are left standing from the 20,000 started.

The story follows Captain Vor'shar of the Dragon Warriors, shortly after the utter devastation of that Tempest Galleries. As the Emperor of Mankind offered each surviving Dragon Warrior a small boon as reward for their victory, Vor'Shar asked the Master of Mankind to join one of the Solar Auxilia regiments as part of the Rear Guard for the Great Crusade. The Emperor accepted, and Vor’shar and about 50 Dragon Warriors who opted to go with him set out.

The defensive fleet was dubbed the Dragonlance, and very quickly the Solar Auxilia found that they worked very, very well with the Dragon Warriors. To the degree that Vor'shar dubbed them as his brothers and sisters. They fought together, bled together, held their ground against impossible odds time and time again.

Eventually, the Dragonlance faced a fight so big that even they couldn't hold their ground. Even the menials of the Forge World took up arms beside the Skitarii, battle servitors, and Titans against an enormous space Hulk that controlled by an Abominable Intelligence. The Intelligence was once responsible for managing the space habitat that was the home to billions. It had been swallowed by the Warp when the Eye of Terror opened at the beginning of the age of Strife. A Greater Demon made its home inside the habitat, fusing with the AI to such a degree that they could never be separated. Their personalities melded into a single malicious entity that used the inhabitants of the habitats as play things. Turning them into mutant abominations.

Just when all was lost, Vulkan arrived with the rest of the Dragon Warriors, now dubbed the Salamanders, and unleashed the fury of Nocturne on the space Hulk. Vulkan himself and a squad of Terminators teleported aboard and fought their way through to the AIs core. Vulkan didn't know what the hell it was, assuming that it was just a crazed AI. Once it was destroyed, the Legion fleet fell upon the Hulk with everything it had, until it exploded in a ball of fire that utterly consumed it. The Legion turned its attention to the Forge World, quickly deploying via drop pod to reinforce the besieged defenders. The tide was already turning, with the loss of the demonic AI, the coordination of the host of cybernetic abominations quickly lost cohesion.

When the fighting finally ended, the Solar Auxilia and Dragon Warriors met with Vulkan. He welcomed both into the Salamanders as his sons (and daughters too!)

Vor'shar was invited by Vulkan to join the Pyre Guard. But Vor'shar politely declined the honor. He wanted to stay with his little brothers and sisters. What remained of the Auxilia were as much as family, and to be separated from them was unthinkable. Vulkan accepted this answer and told his Terran born son that he Dragonlance would be the shining example of what it meant to be a Salamander. To live and fight beside mortals as equals. Vor'shar, in turn, adopted the teachings of his father with great enthusiasm. Becoming even more fervent in his zeal, welcoming his Nocturne born brothers into the Dragonlance and showing them what the fury of the Salamanders was. To be utterly unrelenting towards the enemy, to stand against the tide when all others falter, and to protect those who can not protect themselves.

Vulkan gave Vor'shar a spear, one he has used during his time in Nocturne to fight off the mighty beasts of the desert (and Dark Eldar.) The Spear of Vulkan was presented to the Dragonlance as a symbol of their name sake, and a sign that Vulkan respected them greatly.

Vor'shar and the Dragonlance would fight beside Vulkan across the galaxy, bringing many worlds to compliance both with kindness and with fire. The Dragonlance being the first into the fray, and the last to leave.

I have more written bout what happened during the Horus Heresy n such but I tire. Maybe I'll post the whole doc later lmao. Hope someone reads this and likes it.

[lordplavis]

Would you like to find out what you would be the god of? Take my new uqiz to find out

[gastlygallows]

Had a little over a week with my bf and spent the whole time smoking weed but now he's back home (2000 miles away) and it's time to take a break from the smook and focus on my Career Writing

Imma be honest with ya chat I struggle with a staggering insecurity despite the fact that I know I've got talent People enjoy my fanfiction and what original stuff I've published sits at 4.5 stars minimum on the kindle store

Imposter Syndrome is real and I wish I could share my original work more casually but with how cancellation is a thing and people freak out over the least little shit and also because I'm white (nothing worse to openly be in a creative field than white)

I absolutely must separate me the original author from me the fanfic author :( and it means that I suffer alone a lot on that front

[tsnbrainrot]

Your tags on the Ryan interview post?? 100% agree. Fandom killed the ship. Not Tommy. Not Ryan. Not ABC. Fandom killed the ship. I went from checking the tag every day, to not checking it at all.

oh anon, that makes me sooooo sad. like.... i'm really new to this space and i was never a big bff to lovers/kids fic girlie, so i knew there was a chance i wouldn't vibe with it ? but my irl bff is SUPER into it so when bi buck happened i was like ok as a bi person i 100% want to check that out yk? and if i get into the ship cool!

turns out it's not really my vibe (the most popular tropes in b*ddie fics are like.... all my least favourites lmao, so i was fighting a pointless fight i think?) but what made me go from meh not my fav but if it happens in the show cool to actually i'm gonna blacklist the tag again and i actively don't want this is 100% some of the horrid behaviour i've seen on here and twt. in one month, i went from 'oh what's this about?' to 'actually, no thank you the vibe here is rancid.' and obvs fandom is all about curating your own space so if i was suuuuuuuper into it, i could probably just a follow a few blogs and vibe with it, but as it is... i don't even want to do that. it's sooo dead to me. i did my time in toxic fandom spaces and i'm done with that. i'm so done.

but yeah, it makes sad for people like you who are chill and who enjoy it and who want to vibe and have fun.... it's literally a silly cheesy tv show, it's so far from being that serious? imagine being so negative you turn off other fans? that's the opposite of what fandom is to me yk? it's meant to be a space to share what we love??? idk. it sucks. as i said, it makes me sad.

[woahspacewizards]

Hiii, I have been doing some creative writing for a Great Crusade AU and wanted to share! Feel free to give comments, critiques, and anything else :D

Chapter 1 - The Royal Court

Palets - The Warp - Suveren Sector - Segmentum Solar - 801.M30

The thunderous bang of army firepower, the miniature explosions of the Astartes bolter fire, and the clanking of God-Engine gears rang out in Mantorov's mind. Each of the wars he found as he searched within the tides of the Warp was about as interesting as the servitors; perhaps at one time, he'd have been fascinated, but they were now as benign as breathing or eating. He continued flowing, his body taken by the stream, for only a fool would fate the hand of fate. That is when he found it, a silver strand that called to him. His mind pushed toward the trail, hoping to find that which the Legion had sought for so long. Then, his mind hit the wall. His senses suddenly left the swirling painting that was the Warp and returned to his body; the darkness of his room did not help the sudden sensory deprivation.

Mantorov looked upon his brother; Domnin stood there, his face contorted in the oh-so-familiar grimace that he held. While Mantorov would never say it to his brother's face, he knew if the grimace stopped, then the man would be handsome even despite his years of battle scars. "You said your dive into the Tides would take a few minutes," Domnin nearly roared, his voice only dampened by his armor and the telekinetic field placed around Mantorov. Once he gained his breath, Mantorov word's scratched their way out of his throat, "It was a few minutes; I never specified that it was Terran standard time that I was going by," his venomous laughter rang through the room. Even to one of the Illuminated Lords, there was always something unnerving when an Astartes laughed. Even Mantorov was made uneasy by his own vocalization. Luckily, Mantorov was forcibly cut off by the ringing of an alarm; after nearly three months of sitting around and doing nothing, they had stumbled upon a world. 

Palets, the mighty vessel that held the Sun Brother chapter of the Illuminated Lords, left the confines of the Warp and breached real space. The terrible sound of the Warp breaking was voxxed across the ship. For the psychically inclined of the vessel would hear the stories of their upcoming victory within. To those who lacked such gifts, they simply heard what sounded like the chittering laughter of those who were to watch them perish. Mantorov stood alongside the Chapter Master Kulik, and his mind wandered as he stood upon the dias as it always did when he was forced to perform the benign rituals before war. Of course, once the psychic rituals and divination began, he truly felt most at home. However, his mind was taken away from the Warp, and now he had to listen to a speech for which he cared not and find a way to apologize to Domnin.

He understood the need for a Watcher. They all knew the risks of any prolonged dive into the Tides. While not every member of the Legion was a Psyker, a good portion of them were or at least had enough to feel the clawing of Neverborn, who wanted into their souls. Yet, the unfortunate sods who would be called into service as the Watchers always grew furious that a dive into a realm of chaos takes longer than originally expected. It was, however, one facet in a multiprong problem the Legion faced with the new role they had claimed; the old Rats desired brutal efficiency to conquer a world in a matter of hours instead of days. They still strove for speed, but with the Illuminated Lords' new way of war, patience was becoming more and more of a virtue.

Hours passed as the set-up for war began. The world was a simple one, just a small feral world in need of Imperial forces who could show them the Imperial Truth, not to mention that from divination and scanning, the world held resources that would be highly sought after. Mantorov and his Koldun squad of fellow psykers landed upon the world; their ship, designed for stealth, would appear as little more than a shooting star to the world's inhabitants. Mantorov silent contemplation about who would be the unfortunate Lord of the world was broken when Galkin, a recent recruit to the ever-growing Librarium, managed to squeak, "Dear master, do you think the death toll will be high?" Mantorov knew the answer, for the Tides sang in the song of tens, so there would be ten mortals who would pass before the night was done. Mantorov broke his silence, his face forcing itself into a nightmarish visage of a grin, "Oh my dear boy, the deaths will be low, but they will be glorious."

Chapter 2 - The Prince and the Pauper

Sovlum V - Feral World - Suveren Sector - Segmentum Solar - 801.M30

The tactics of the Illuminated Lords were not built for worlds like these. Weak and pathetic planets could easily be swayed by the beauty of the other Legions or the calamitous brutish strength that the barbarian Legions could muster. To the uninitiated, the actions of the Illuminated, the desire to go out and conquer every world they encountered instead of just sending mortal warriors or informing nearby, smaller detachments was strange. The Illuminated never trusted their fellow Astartes to get the job done, of course, but there was a more profound element to the issue: control. Each Legion was given a few worlds over which they held ownership; for many, to expand their power base, they would simply make deals or contracts with nearby factions to acquire resources. Pathetic dealing with factors that would invariably ask for more than they gave, so the 15th had decided there was but one way to expand in the galaxy. The Under-Empire is the connected network of secret governance under everyone's nose.

Mantorov truly appreciated his gifts and the gifts of his squad once they approached their destination. Deep swamps were hellish for Astartes, while the muscular forms gifted to the Emperor allowed for movement where the mortals would typically be stuck and left to die, but it still never helped, being over 1000kg. Luckily, Kulik had at least enough tactical prowess to assign fronts that his soldiers could handle. As Poma, the dear master of flames, hardened the slop of mud into a decent enough pathway for the squad, Mantorov cautioned, "I would advise caution in these muds, my brothers, for our enemies are simple in nature but well adapted to the slop."

Galkin, the youngest of the Astartes, stuttered out, "We have nothing to fear, right?" His question was initially met by the curious and terrifying gaze of the senior sorcerers of the squad; in a hurry, he elaborated, "At most, they will send spears or arrows at us, and last time, I was instructed our armor is meant to protect against even las-weaponry." 

Ved, a hulking bear of a man and master of the ways of biomancy was the first to speak. His gruff voice growled over the vox, "Armor is only as good as the flesh underneath, and your flesh is hardened but still weak against the Tide Master's will." 

All of the 15th understood the will of the Tide Master. It was common knowledge that the tides of the Warp were what decided the fates of all men. However, some people were destined for more extraordinary things. The Exorcist Cult first coined the concept of Forged Destiny before their eventual dismantling, and it was the belief that if certain people are chosen by fate, then that means someone chooses them. Many terms for the Tide Master were prevalent: Primordial Creator, Lucky Mistress, and Star God were all somewhat popular, but Tide Master was the one predestined to win.

Mantorov froze at the mention of the Tide Master; the invisible hand of destiny was his domain, and yet it always made him uneasy. The whispering and rending teeth of the Warp sang in his mind at the mention, as it had for everyone in the squad. Daemons assailed his mind, but he still managed to whimper out, "This world is far too close to the Eye for discussions of the Tide Master; please do not bring it up again until we are off of this wretched-" his voice was interrupted by the sudden swish of an arrow piercing the air.

The barbaric yells of the world's populace filled the air as their arrows littered the hard mud and thunked off the Astartes' power armor. The ineffective fire did little to damage the Astartes, yet the Daemon's laughter still incapacitated Mantorov; he knew the Emperor would have their heads if he knew about talk of the Daemonic, but what else fits what assailed them? Ved was first to act; he roared in pain as the scratching continued; tumorous pustules rose from the ground, soon sprouting limbs to grab hold of the savages and consume them. Mantorov grits his teeth as the psychic leftovers from Ved's spell are incorporated into the barrage of death. This was no psychic backlash or call from the devils; it was a psyker.

Mantorov delved deep into his mind, looked past the memories of loss and love, and drifted away from the biological imperative to survive that filled his very being. He found himself adrift in the infinite well of power that was his soul if only he let go of his limitations; he had not come to commit soul suicide; however, instead, he had come to get away from his pain. To focus on what truly mattered and what the Legion was known for: Let their blood run cold as the nightmare is made real. A mass of tendrils poured out Mantorov's mouth; the aether ran through him like adrenaline, allowing for magic to form despite the impossibility of concentrating. 

The gnashing mouths of his living thought form launched themselves at the pathetic tribals; their limbs would be shattered, and their minds would be broken. Some were lucky, dying swiftly as the tentacle maws consumed their hearts. Others were forced to feel the pain of the Astartes creation process, a great memory to tap into when torturing others; of course, those who experienced them usually chose suicide as a preferable alternative. The slithering deaths granted by Mantorov and the mutating pustules that Ved had let loose soon turned warriors into cowards, fleeing from their eldritch murderers. Mantorov knew their demonstration would give way to tall tales and legends of death, and he was proud. He observed his surroundings, taking in the newly vacant swamp before he laid eyes on a peculiar sight.

The child had been roughly five or so; his hair was dark as night, long and unkempt, and his face was much like the 15th Legion's. In truth, Mantorov would have simply killed the child had he not reminded him of himself at a younger age, so he walked towards the thing that piqued his interest. Heavy stomping feet shook the ground as he walked, yet the boy did not run.

The Angels of Death approached the young boy; his father had told him that fear was the ultimate weakness and that one must face death head-on with bravery. He had hoped the illusion of bravery would be enough to make up for his cowardice at the moment, while his face was flat because he was spending every ounce of his power fighting his muscle's desire to flee. He forces himself to look up at the abominable metal thing, its voice assaulting his ears like the scratching of wood to make a spear. "Are you lost, little one?"

The boy did not speak, simply shaking his head "no" in response. Mantorov was still shocked that someone so young had a strong enough soul to handle such a raw spell; he knew that his new mission was to make sure this child was taken off the world. With his grim face splitting into a devilish grin, he demanded, "You will follow us and be my apprentice; in exchange, I will spare your pitiful village." The child gulped before agreeing to the deal.

The crowning ceremony was to be held on the ship, away from the swamps and the danger that came with unknown territory. Mantorov watched as Galkin marched before the congregation of Astartes and was granted ownership of the world; he had little care for such affairs, and his focus was on how his new apprentice was utterly intrigued by every minute detail occurring; curiosity was good for a Librarian. He closed his eyes, letting the details wash over him, letting the wails from the world enter his ears as within the morning, the planet would find their leaders severed into nine parts, carved with eight runes, tended with seven flowers, and flayed into six layers; the emotions washed over him, and he was proud to be an Illuminated Lord.

[alexdti]

Family dinner time!

How we met - Pinkie Pie - Page 7 New page each Monday

[fans4wga]

The Animation Guild Announces Unionization Efforts At Warner Bros. And Cartoon Network

EDIT: Because people are misreading this, please note: it is animation production workers specifically who are joining the pre-existing TAG (The Animation Guild) union.

Animators and animation writers are already covered under TAG. This news story is specifically about WB animation production workers.

News story text:

"Warner Bros. Animation and Cartoon Network production workers are attempting to unionize with The Animation Guild (TAG).

A petition was filed with the National Labor Relations Board today requesting a union election. The petition includes 66 staffers at Warner Bros. Animation and 22 at Cartoon Network, including roles like production manager, digital production assistant, IT technician, production coordinator, production assistant, design production coordinator, assistant production manager and senior assistant production manager.

They are involved in such Warner Bros. projects as Batman: The Caped Crusader, Harley Quinn and Teen Titans Go! and Cartoon Network’s Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake, We Baby Bears and Craig of the Creek.

The workers also requested voluntary recognition from management at the Warner Bros. Discovery subsidiaries.

A tweet was issued confirming the move, which was officially announced earlier on a joint Zoom call.

“Although many might not think it, production is a specialized skill; we might not be artists or writers, but what we bring to the table goes beyond traditional creativity and gets content on the air,” Warner Bros. Animation production manager Hannah Ferenc said in a statement about the organization effort. “Having lived through the existing state of the animation industry for the past seven years, I want to make sure that not only our current workers, but all those who choose to join us in the future, can feel secure in following their passion by earning livable wages and being treated with the dignity and respect they deserve.”

The Animation Guild has already established bargaining units on shows like Rick and Morty, Solar Opposites, The Simpsons, Family Guy and American Dad!  It also is active at studios like Titmouse New York and L.A. and ShadowMachine. Establishment at Walt Disney Animation Studios is currently in progress."