#creativity from the soul

[breakthestereo]

While reading some of my favorite writers like:

@forgottenpeakywriter @paradiseprincesss @queenshelby @dilf-issues @garrison-girl-08

[julymusings]

Yes, I unfortunately do believe deep in my heart of hearts that Jason Todd would have a charcuterie board phase. For whatever reason you're craving one, and when you go to buy one he's like "wtf is it so expensive for. I can do so much better than that for half the price." And he ends up enjoying the process so much...all the meticulous knife work, the slicing, chopping, cubing, is strangely relaxing. And he actually really likes organizing the components to look all pretty and organized on the board. He starts experimenting with different combinations, flavor profiles, and more un-traditional ingredients. He takes pictures of each one he makes because he's proud of them!! And he does a big reveal to you for each of them, covering your eyes while walking you into the kitchen.

All this is under the guise of him doing it for you because you like them. Then you go out of town for a few days and he texts you pictures of new ones every night, each followed by a lengthy description of the ingredients, what he thought of the end result, and how the specific board could be improved upon next time.

Does he make a charcuterie board instagram account? Perhaps. the only people who know about it are you and Babs, the latter only because she found it while internet sleuthing. Half the time she doesn't even interact with it but every so often she comments a "👍" on an especially nice-looking board.

this was birthed by me eating cheese and crackers, which led to the following thought process: god I love cheese & crackers → charcuterie boards → wow I could totally go for a charcuterie board rn → I want to make one, those look like so much fun to make → wait...you know who would really enjoy making a nice, intricately beautiful & delicious charcuterie board?? → my man that's who

ps read my defensive arguments for this post

[dailyhmsw]

loop 181

bonus speedpaint because i FINALLY REMEMBERED TO RECORD!!!!!!!!!!!

[frostedpuffs]

excited to start my new job on tues but im also kind of mourning the loss of my freedom LOL..... like noooo what do you mean im going to be spending most of my life working a fulltime job, that was my art making/fanfic writing time

[akemi-snow]

KakaIru + Those Four Guys From Naruto

I'll assume you've seen the original versions with the canon couples. (I'd link it but have no idea what the OG really is). Now it's the gae version.

[ninasdrafts]

I couldn’t fool you if I tried, not by a long shot. You spot my lies from miles away, hidden in the lilt of my voice and the set of my mouth. I don’t have to say a word. It’s the little things. You know what to say to get me out of bed in the morning, curtains half-closed, sunlight peeking into the room. Your hand reaches for mine when we enter a room full of people because you know I tend to get overwhelmed. You are quiet at night, in the space between trying to stay awake and falling asleep, and when my eyelids grow heavy your fingers trace mine to let me know I’m not alone. You ask me what’s wrong only once, and when I tell you I’m fine, you don’t dig deeper, even though you know I’m not. You know I’ll cave in and tell you when I’m ready. You eye my ink-stained fingers, but don’t comment on them, a secret smile ghosting over your lips. You leave the lights on for me, turn the music up for me, lower your voice for me. We speak in code, using made up words, paint each other’s worlds in colours others are blind to.   You don’t have to tell me you love me. It’s visible in everything you do or don’t do. I hear it in everything you say or don’t say. It’s in the spaces between. Concealed beneath fits of laughter, lines of our favourite songs, hidden in words I wrote. You see me. You know me, better than anyone ever has. To be known like this... I don’t know how it could get any better.

to be loved is to be known / n.j.

[69fandom-fanatic69]

I know I like, never post outside of reports, but I've been watching Markipliers Poppy Playtime playthrough again and with teh release of ch 4 I've gotten obsessed with Dr. Sawyer so....

✨️NEW OC TIME✨️

So, unlike most takes and x reader fics I've been imagining this disgruntled, reluctant woman in her thirties (who has had no association with Playtime Co outside of maybe watching the advertisements growing up) being dragged along by her 20 something year old dipshit friends into the Playtime Co. Factory.

Shit obviously goes down and all her friends are dead. She (somehow) manages to make it down deep enough into the factory that she "runs into" Harley without interacting with most of the bosses (Mommy Long Legs, Cat Nap, etc.)

I say "run into" because it's more like she stumbles into his area (whatever the fuck you call it) and she makes a hide out nearby while he just silently observes with mild intrigue for a while.

She's been subsisting on sheer manic spite and the flesh of the (evil) smiling critters dolls (with great reluctance)

Might make her a unique character, might reuse one of my current ones and slap them into the story.

If you wanna use this stupid idea of mine please just credit me. Cool thanks.

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

every time someone calls contemporary art “not real art” an angel loses its wings (a creative and unique new artist gives up on their passion and the world becomes slightly less interesting where it could have become slightly more)

[shokosriver]

girl neku

[sifloopboning]

im trying to figure out the positioning in the euphiedsif Writing im cooking up by drawing it out but it is. so fucking difficult. you get the slapdash wips on squidge ����bc i prommied myself to actually share the shit i make

HERE's the first one and HERE's the second one. bon app the teeth

[rosehipandroots]

being a character-centered writer is so weird & stupid its like i fully understand What i’m trying to do with this, how the plot works and the themes i’m trying to convey with it, but No. i actually cannot write it bc i’m not good enough friends with the character yet. sorry. i open the doc and character is staring at me like i'm breaking & entering. i try to write and character squints judgmentally over my shoulder. he knows. i may be his creator but i am certainly not his god

[rubberduckyrye]

You ever see a post that you agree with and you wanna add on your own two cents but your brain is like "Hmmmm.... nah. I wanna watch House MD clips instead."

[suzena]

Like making angels out of crows

[minthological]

continuing the npmd spin with richie doodles :)

[observerkaine]

The Dungeon Master watching over his game be like.

[eskawrites]

not to get all up in my feelings about art and creativity but today (at work, not even as a fandom thing lmao) one of my friends went out of her way to tell me how much she liked a piece of my writing. and the thing is, i wasn't even that attached to this piece. it's small and written for a work thing and a lil clunky and a lil too personal and i almost didn't share it, but i decided to anyway because whatever

but after she told me that, the first thing i did was go back and re-read it, because i wanted to see what she saw in it. not in a self-deprecating, 'why do you even like this?' way, but just because it meant enough to her to say something about it, and i wanted to read it again through her eyes and wonder which phrases made her stop and think, or how the themes hit home, or what part made her like it enough to tell me about it

and i do that with my fanfic sometimes, too. when someone points out a certain detail or predicts what will happen next or even just says they read this at 2:30 in the morning with their cat on their lap. i read those comments, and i go back and look at this story i made, and i remember that i'm real and they're real and the things i create have changed the world in some tiny, ultimately insignificant way--but it was enough to affect what someone was doing or thinking in that moment

and something i've thought a lot about since covid happened and the vast majority of my social interactions started taking place online (it's a problem, i'm working on it, but it's true nonetheless) is that art really, truly is a love language. and not just when you gift it to people, or when you use it to show appreciation, or however else it can coincide with the traditional love languages. but because it's a way to share a little piece of yourself. and it might be silly and it might be sad and it might be fun and it might be meaningful but no matter what, it comes from you. a lot of the time, it comes from a part of us that we can't really effectively express otherwise. i mean, i can say 'i love x ship' in a thousand different ways but that's never going to compare to pouring my heart into stories or arts or edits exploring all my favorite things about those characters and their dynamic. that's why 'bad' art from writers or artists who don't really know what they're doing is still good--because if it comes from you, if it has meaning to you, it's special

but the thing about love languages is that there has to be a recipient. sometimes my writing is an act of love for myself, and that's good and lovely. but other times, when i share writing with friends or fandom or just strangers on the internet who have a thing or two in common with me, when you become the recipient, it really does transform the work. all these things that are so meaningful to me that i turned them into art are suddenly meaningful to you, too. it's like confessing a secret and having someone say yeah, me too. it's vulnerability and acceptance and kinship and community. it makes me see the things i create in a whole new light. it makes me see myself in a whole new light.