#hopefully it helps get the creative juices flowing

[dandylovesturtles]

Hey! So I was looking for the last Emotional Support Water Bottles part you posted for a reread (I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!! I DONT THINK YOH UNDERSTAND) I don’t remember what it’s called but it was the part where Draxum got into a fight with Leo about food and stuff, but I can’t find it on Ao3 or in your tumblr posts. Help? 🥺

(Also feel free to ignore this but are you planning any more parts to the story? Every time I see you update it gives me a massive boost of happy chemicals heheheh. If you ever think your works are unappreciated I will RATTLE you)

Yeah, unfortunately I still don't have the 4th part up on AO3 yet. I keep thinking I need to do that and then getting sidetracked.

Part 4 A

Part 4 B

I really need to update my master post haha... lots of things I need to do.

I do intend to write at least one more part! I do admit my inspiration for this series is starting to die down so while I do have lots of thoughts about what happens later on in this timeline, I'm probably only going to write enough for the rest of the immediate aftermath and then maybe just do a followup tumblr informational post. I just haven't felt like writing a lot over the last month because, as I mentioned awhile back, I got laid off, and while I did end up finding a new job pretty quickly (thankfully), that + new job + various happenings in the US rn + I worked the polls on election day + family stuff going on = I just haven't felt too much like writing.

I've been slowly getting my feet wet working on something else randomly recently, and as my creative juices get flowing again I will hopefully get back to this soon! I thank everyone for their patience!

And I'm so glad you like my work! Thanks for the ask!!

[bucksangel]

don't worry, darling

pairing: avenger!bucky x civilian!reader

word count: 3.3k

summary: even though bucky is mostly healed, that doesn’t mean his nightmares go away. and a particular grueling mission brings back memories he’d rather forget. 

warnings: angsttttt, hella fluff at the end though, hurt/comfort, talk of bucky’s trauma and abuse, brief mentions of murder of a hydra agent (he deserves it), nightmares, reader is here to love and comfort bucky, also civil war and everything after didn’t happen and they all live at the tower and everything is fine bc i said so

a/n: even though this does not contain smut, my blog is 18+ so minors dni. also i wanted to write something short and sweet to get my creative juices flowing and yet, as always, i managed to go overboard

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It started with a whimper, a small one. Barely detectable if you weren’t already awake and snuggled against Bucky’s body. He’s lying on his side facing you with you mirroring his position, arms wrapped around each other and your head tucked into his chest. You’ve been having a hard time sleeping for the last week and a half due to Bucky being gone on a mission that didn’t allow him to contact you at all. Your restless nights were mostly due to worrying over your boyfriend’s safety, something you always do whenever he leaves. It was worse this time around, though.

It was a day before he was supposed to leave, and you knew you weren’t supposed to listen in on other people’s private conversations, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You’d come home early from work one day to find Steve and Bucky in your shared home office, stopping outside the door and getting ready to knock when you overheard something about an upcoming mission. It seemed pretty important so you decided not to interrupt them, though you couldn’t force yourself to walk away.

You’re never allowed to know anything about what Bucky’s missions entail, and some part of you wanted to listen in on their conversation to hopefully ease any worries about what might be happening to him since you’ll have a general idea of where they’re going and what they’re doing. 

According to Steve, although it was going to be a four-day mission, it was supposed to be relatively simple. Or, it would’ve been simple if it weren’t for the fact that the building they were being sent to scout was an old Hydra facility somewhere in Russia. The same Hydra facility where Bucky was held captive.

Upon hearing this piece of information you wanted to barge into the room and tell Steve off for letting Bucky be a part of this mission. It’s been nearly five years since he escaped and Bucky has mostly readjusted, has recovered from his trauma as much as one can after being tortured for decades. And you’ll be damned if anything jeopardizes that progress.

But you’d also overheard Bucky agreeing with the plans, helping Steve strategize, and going over all the information that needed to be obtained. And it wasn’t your place to tell Bucky what he could and couldn’t do. As much as you wanted to demand that he not go, he was his own person. And if he thought he could handle this mission then you’d have to find a way to support him.

The four-day mission turned into eight and by the sixth day with still no contact, you’d marched into the tower and demanded Fury call you with any and all updates he received. He said he would in a tone that made you believe he wouldn’t give you every detail, but it did help reassure you that if anything happened to Bucky then you wouldn’t be kept totally in the dark. It was nerve-wracking in the worst way, obsessively thinking over what Bucky could be going through - physically and mentally.

But on the eighth day, Fury had called you on your lunch break at work to tell you that Bucky was on his way back to the Tower and would probably be back at your apartment by early evening after the briefing and check-up in the medical wing.

All of your nerves and anxieties that built up over the last week were immediately replaced with relief flooding your body, your heart finally unclenching at knowing that Bucky would be back in a few short hours. One good thing about your job is that you don’t technically need to be in the office every day. As long as you get your work done you’re pretty much given free rein to leave whenever you want, and you’d finished your stack of paperwork maybe fifteen minutes before the phone call.

You gathered up your things quickly and stopped by your boss's office to wish her a good weekend, then made your way to your car to head home. Your heartbeat was increasing ever so slightly the closer you got to your apartment, and you had to remind yourself to focus on driving instead of daydreaming of being back in Bucky’s arms.

When you did finally get home, you made quick work of cleaning the entire apartment; changing your bed sheets, doing laundry, then pulling out food from the fridge to make dinner. You’d actually just gotten the chicken out of the oven when the front door opened, and your excitement at finally seeing your boyfriend again forced you to run out of the kitchen and down the hall. But you stopped a good six feet from the door, standing still at seeing Bucky’s bruised face and scabbed knuckles.

“Bucky?” You asked softly, finally noticing the spacey look in his eyes, the way they seemed to be glazed over.

Bucky smiled at you, though it was more of a grimace, and you could tell it was mostly forced but he still wanted to acknowledge you. He approached you slowly, and you stood still so you would not startle him - he just seemed so on edge. He stopped not even a foot away from you, had stared down at you with a look in his eyes you hoped you would never see again - it was such an empty gaze, almost emotionless. There was no life in his eyes. It didn’t feel like the dead gaze was directed at you specifically, it was more like Bucky just couldn’t muster up any emotion at all.

That’s when you knew. Something went wrong.

Slowly, he brought up his right hand and placed it on the back of your head, tilting it up so he could really look at you, letting his gaze linger on your lips. Instead of kissing them, he leans forward to press a kiss on your forehead, wrapping his left arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest. He didn’t speak as he slowly tucked you into his body, and you didn’t dare break the silence either, you simply wrapped your arms around his body as well, squeezing him tightly to let him know that you were there. You were there for him - physically, mentally, and emotionally, and you needed him to know that.

After maybe five minutes of no one speaking, of simply standing in the front hallway embracing each other, you decided to finally say something.

“I made dinner,” You whispered, running one of your hands up and down Bucky’s back. You pulled your head off of his chest but didn’t loosen your hold. “Chicken and mashed potatoes. I even made apple pie.”

Bucky’s mouth twitched again, and his attempted smile felt a little more genuine this time. His glassy eyes were filled with tears now, and he seemed oh so close to crying. You’d never seen him like this before, he was always happy, and smiling, even on days when he wouldn’t say it but you knew he still resented himself for his time as the soldier he would indulge in his hobbies to help him cope. But you’ve never seen him shut down before, and this is what this felt like.

You weren’t too sure how to help him, how to comfort him. But you had an inkling he might need some time to himself.

“How about you go shower and I can put the food away for later,” You said with a soft smile, speaking up again before Bucky had the chance to feel guilty, “I ate a couple of hours ago, I’m fine baby. Go shower.”

You lifted up on your toes and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, letting him squeeze you to his chest one more time before he released you, slumping off down the hall to the bathroom.

That was two days ago, and Bucky hasn’t spoken more than a few words at a time since. Now, it’s not like he’s avoiding you, he’s actually a little more clingy than he normally is. You can tell he wants to say something, to tell you what had happened, he just doesn’t know how. He hasn’t told you everything about what happened to him during his time as the soldier, but you know enough and don’t push him to say anything he doesn’t want to.

At night, Bucky will go out onto the small terrace outside of your apartment and stare up at the stars for hours. You don’t sit with him for all of it, just for about one hour - cuddled close to his body and talking softly and mindlessly about anything you can think of, anything that might help Bucky open up. Then, around nine or ten, you’ll give him a lingering kiss on his cheek, one on his temple, and one final kiss on his lips before going to bed, letting Bucky be alone with himself and his thoughts.

Tonight, though, Bucky’s decided to climb into bed with you soon after dinner. You both showered together, washing each other’s bodies and sharing a few lingering kisses under the spray of the shower head. You didn’t go any further, but you did make sure to spend extra time massaging his shoulders and back, placing kisses everywhere you could reach.

It’s one in the morning now, and you hear another whimper. Bucky shifts beside you, tightening his hold on you ever so slightly. Another whine. 

“Bucky?” You whisper, careful to not disturb the silence too much.

He responds with a mumbled ‘please’. Then, ‘no’.

“Buck? Baby?” You say a little louder, shifting in his hold but not able to move much due to his arms being wound around your body.

He shudders, pulling you further into him as his breathing picks up. He’s having a nightmare. Now, despite him being mostly healed, he still does have nightmares. They’ve lessened over the years, but they never truly go away.

When he’s in this mindset, you’re careful not to move too much and startle him awake. So, you simply shimmy your arm from under one of his so you can push on his chest and gently ease him onto his back. It takes a little more force than you’d like, but you’re eventually able to lay him flat on his back and untangle your body from his.

“Baby?” You whisper a little louder, placing your hand on the side of his face and rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone. “Bucky.”

He groans; louder, desperate. He’s in pain. You run your hand down his face, down his neck, then land on his chest, right above his heart. It’s increased rapidly, and you can see beads of sweat coat his forehead.

“Bucky.” Your voice is pleading, and you push on his chest a little, now hoping to startle him awake before it gets worse. You don’t want to keep him in this nightmare, so you shake him again.

“Bu-” You’re stopped short by him gasping, his eyes shooting open and his body lifting off the bed slightly as he wakes up. Relief fills your body, and you sigh gratefully. You hate when he’s in pain, whether physical or mental, but you hate not being able to do anything about it even more.

Bucky doesn’t move right away, he squeezes his eyes closed and clenches his fists momentarily. Then, when you place your hand on his cheek, his whole body goes limp, relaxing into the sheets under your touch.

“Baby,” He whispers hoarsely. “I…” He chokes back a sob, and you’re quick to adjust yourselves so you’re laying on your back and he’s laying almost entirely on top of you with his head on your chest right above your heart. He starts crying then, really crying. His arms wrap themselves around your midsection, and you wrap yours around his body as well, cradling him close to you.

“It’s okay, darling. It’s okay, you’re okay,” You mumble into his ear, pressing kisses anywhere you can reach. You continue cooing at him, whispering reassurances and declarations of love until his cries taper off into small whimpers and sniffles. You’re really worried now. Yeah, Bucky isn’t shy about expressing his emotions, and you’ve held him after nightmares and through the aftermath of difficult missions when he comes home disheartened. But he’s never been so vulnerable, and you want nothing more than to hold him close and protect him from everything bad in the world.

Silence envelops the both of you for a while. You want to allow Bucky to speak when he’s ready. And he does so after a couple of minutes.

“There was an agent; Alix, I think. I - I don’t remember his last name, but…” Bucky pauses, and you take the opportunity to place a kiss on his forehead. “For the last five or so years of me being… him, Alix was there. He’d… Any time I failed a mission, he’d be there. Out of all the Hydra agents that I’ve ever come in contact with… his punishments were the worst.”  He pauses again, sniffling softly and nuzzling his face into your chest.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” You whisper, bringing your hand up to his hair so you can run your fingers through his locks. Bucky shakes his head softly, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

“He was there. When Steve, Natasha, and I went to the facility last week, Alix was there. And he… I don’t know. I saw him and I just went blank, my mind shut off. I know I promised I wouldn’t kill anymore, I know. I just… He just hurt me so fucking much.”

Bucky starts crying again, and you have to force yourself not to cry as well. You want to be here to support him, not break down as well because then he’ll feel guilty. He always says you’re one of the most important people in his life - Steve obviously being another one - and that seeing you cry makes him want to go feral on whoever or whatever made you sad.

“I had to,” he says, muffled by his face tucking into your neck. “I just. I couldn’t not. I thought I was ready, I thought I could go there and be okay. But I wasn’t. I… He broke me.” Bucky trails off, sighing heavily before he goes quiet again, giving you time to process this information.

“Baby,” You say, prompting Bucky to hum in acknowledgment. “Can you look at me, please?”

You know it takes a lot of effort, but he does. Bucky lifts his head from your neck, looking into your eyes with overwhelming sorrow. Bending your head, you place a quick kiss on his lips.

“This might sound odd, but I’m proud of you. You thought you were healed enough to do it, you went through the planning and probably had to hype yourself up a lot to even agree to the mission. And that’s immense progress. The fact that you even felt ready, even if you ultimately weren’t, you pushed through it and finished the mission. And that’s something to be celebrated. Sometimes recovery can be set back by certain events, but that doesn’t mean that everything else you’ve accomplished is set back as well. You tried, and I’m proud of you.”

With that said, you give Bucky another kiss, lingering a little longer this time before pulling back and holding his gaze.

“And I know you promised to not kill anyone, but I don’t blame you in this situation. I don’t know what this says about me, but even though I don’t know exactly how you killed him, and I don’t think I want to honestly, I do know he deserved far worse than what you gave him. He’s just lucky I wasn’t there because I genuinely don’t know what I would have done if I saw him.”

Bucky’s mouth forms into the smallest of smiles, and you can’t help but want to burn the world to the ground if it means he was protected from the harm it brought him.

“I know you’re the man, and that, stereotypically, men are supposed to be the protector, the provider, but you also deserve to be protected, to have everything you could ever want. And I want to give that to you. I know you are your own person and you do a damn well job of taking care of yourself, but I also want to take care of you. I want to protect you from everything bad, everything that’s ever harmed you, and everything that could potentially harm you in the future.”

You place a kiss on his forehead, squeezing the arm that’s around his upper back to hug him tighter to you.

“You’re the love of my life, baby. Now and forever.”

Bucky shudders slightly, leaning up to kiss your jaw, then one to your cheek, one on the corner of your mouth, and one final kiss to your lips. Your hand continues to run through his hair, tugging at it slightly, causing your boyfriend to sigh in contentment and tighten his hold on you as well. You’re locked in the embrace for a long moment, his lips gliding over yours as the kiss remains relatively chaste. But then, he pulls away.

“Darling,” He says, and for the first time in two days, he finally looks like he’s getting back to his old self. “I - I don’t think I’m ready to talk about everything that happened during the mission right now, I kind of just want to hear you talk so I can get my mind off of it for a little if that’s okay?” He looks a bit nervous asking for that, but you’re quick to nod, offering him a smile of your own. Bucky smiles a tad bit wider and removes one of his arms from around your body so he can slowly reach up and take hold of your hand that’s still running through his hair. Stubble tickles your palm as Bucky presses his lips there, then turns his gaze up to look into your eyes.

“I can’t even describe how much I love you. It scares me, sometimes, the things I would do for you. I need you to know that I will do everything I can to make you as happy and safe as you make me. You’re just… you’re incredible. And I can’t thank you enough for how much you’ve helped me over the past two years that we’ve been together, even the entire year before we started dating when we were just friends.”

His eyes start watering for a whole other reason now. Bucky looks so damn in love that you’d think it hurt, and you would know because that’s exactly how you feel about him.

“I - I know we haven’t talked about it, and I don’t even have a ring, but I can’t ever imagine loving anyone as much as I love you. I’m devoted to you, now and forever. I don’t know how you feel, but if you’re ever willing to…” He pauses, and you feel your heartbeat increase rapidly, a sudden happiness flooding your body.

“If I were to one day ask you to marry me, would you say yes?”

You’ve never nodded faster in your life, nor have you ever said ‘yes’ so quickly to anything Bucky has asked.

The large sigh of relief your boyfriend lets out lets you know he’s probably been thinking about this for a while, and you would swear your heart is about to burst from how much you love this man as you hold him close to your chest and place absentminded kisses on his forehead, cheeks, lips, the top of his head.

Everything stays silent for a few minutes, letting the conversation taper off. That is, until Bucky puts his head back on your shoulder, lacing his fingers with yours and bringing your hands up to kiss your knuckles.

“Can you talk to me?”

Humming in agreement, you run your hand that’s still on his back up and down in a soothing motion.

“Do you want to hear about how Sam almost broke his arm last week?”

[heliphantie]

Happy second anniversary of Encanto movie!

I had (then and year ago) more ambitious idea of mock poster, but again, to execute it properly, decided to put it aside until skills and tools for it gained. So I opted for the piece reflecting on my personal take from the story.

The drawing is an experiment, drawn traditionally in complementary colors and put through color inversion in an editor.

I’m not a fandom person, admittedly. What piques my interest in exploring of piece of fiction is, usually, is its origins, history of creation, cultural background and, in some cases, impact it leaves on the art coming after it, rarely anything beyond. With all things I’ve had getting into recently, it was like that, generally observatory things. When I’ve got into MLP, it was a phenomenon of its large fandom, sheer variety of art forms it produced (from the music and games to automata toys), people of different upbringing and cultures being all inspired by it – fascinating to witness such a movement in present time. With The Simpsons, it was its legacy, its large influence in modern media – seeing the roots, the blueprint of it, getting understanding of why it was such a powerful piece of storytelling and visual direction to raise the cult around it. With Encanto, it got me curious at first to see aesthetic of magical realism being translated in form of animation, and I was surprised Disney decided to dip their toes into attempt of it. Generally, I’m more enticed by potential of the story and its artistic presentation, most of it is left in concept studies rather than in finished work, as often in mainstream production, possibilities and imagination and artistic talent poured into it is much more stunning than the product released to the public. I may feel reasonably cynical about modern Disney as company, but I can’t deny the imagination and immense genius of professionals who are still at work in it. I wish we’ll see the true Renaissance of what always was its major power - traditional animation.

So, what’s the outcome of it: while any piece of fiction that wins my full attention does make my creative juices flowing, nothing of it got to see the light of day until I felt the urge to express what was brewing in my mind affected by that new and hot thing, not to a lesser extent getting inspired by other people’s concurrent creative works, it did kick off renewal of drawing practice I had abandoned years ago and continued postponing for indefinite period. It still induces me to work toward my own progress, for it provides me with backlog of ideas to make into drawings when I really need motivation. It’s going to keeping up, hopefully, until some other thing sweeps me away or something makes my enthusiasm fade. And so, the movie in question is what had the most productive impact on me so far, it helps me keep going, and I’m grateful for that.

On the different note, Bruno in this image is based on Disney Magic Kingdoms's Encanto event video:

[breelandwalker]

September 2024 Newsletter - Willow Wings Witch Shop

Featured Items, Upcoming Events, and more!

It’s been a long hot summer and I don’t know about the rest of you witches, but I’m ready for autumn! We’ve got the equinox, another supermoon, and (hopefully) cooler weather to look forward to this month, and with the turn of the seasons comes fresh inspiration for our craft. So this month, we’re featuring items to help get those creative juices flowing!

Inspired by the fairy tales collected by The Brothers Grimm, The Sisters Grimmoire provides a wide variety of witchy workings, with included worksheets for creating your own spells. Mini bottle charms for Inspiration, Intuition, and Wisdom can help you hone your instincts and maximize your magical mental efforts. And a dash of Inspiration Salt for your witchy workspace can help you overcome those creative blocks and make headway on your projects.

Stay tuned for a merch drop later this month and use code HOCUSFOCUS for 20% off featured items all September long!

Don’t forget to get your tickets for CritWitchCon 2024, happening online via Zoom the weekend of September 27-29!

Upcoming Events:

Pumpkin Witch Market Sunday, Sept 22 2024, 12pm-5pm Diversity Richmond 1407 Sherwood Ave, Richmond VA (USA) Hosted by River City Witch Markets

CritWitchCon 2024 September 27-29, 2024 Online Gathering via Zoom "Perception / Perspective Check" Hosted by Critical Thinking Witch Collective

The Witches Table Discussion Group: Williamsburg Chapter Wednesday, Oct 2 2024, 6-8pm Alewerks Taproom (Williamsburg Outlets) 5715 Richmond Rd, Williamsburg VA (USA) Hosted by The Witches Table

Hex Positive returns in October!

[elliewiltarwyn]

I've decided to take a particular spin with this year's entries and emphasize the fact that i titled this blog "the personal journal and scrapbook of Elilgeim 'Ellie' Wiltarwyn". hopefully that will make the creative juices flow easier, especially since i'm post-surgery and in painkiller hibernation so that's a pretty severe debuff lol. sooo:

FFXIV Write 2024 | #1: Steer

Word Count: 436

Fourth Umbral Moon, 23rd Sun

Cid stopped by the house today - surprising, and welcome with how long it’s been. Even more surprising was the vehicle he arrived upon: a prototype magitek bike that runs off a “twin-bank ceruleum” engine, whatever that means. Somehow he had convinced Jessie to have me be the one to test-drive it, put it through its paces. They seem to think I’d be the one most likely to wring the most potential out of it, and he also alluded to Jessie determining I’d be the most marketable person and therefore the best candidate to show it off.

I must admit, even after all this time, I still don’t understand Jessie’s business acumen and I’m not certain I wish to. That being said, when I took it for a spin later that evening, with Mia as passenger holding on tight from behind… it was an amazing sensation, like those manacutters but without the pesky third dimension. The thing (Cid says its model is called the Garlond GL-II, but I’m thinking she needs a sexier name than that) can outspeed chocobos, and feeling the wind in my hair as we sliced a path through the Lominsan plains posed a thrill I haven’t felt since well before Ultima Thule.

Every day, I’m grateful for these peaceful times we fought so bloody hard for - for the chance to engage in fun times like this, testing inventions by good friends. Some days, I still wonder how I ended up in this position of trust for so many, with someone as famous and genius as Cid Garlond entrusting me with his prototype vehicles of dubious safety. I mentioned this to Mia when we stopped for a break near Red Rooster Stead, and she just smiled and pointed out that I’ve done a lot of work to ingratiate myself with so many influential figures. “Which is funny, considering how rude and standoffish you were when we first joined the Scions,” she teased as well. “You certainly put in the effort to become a much more agreeable person overall.”

Couldn’t let her get away with that - “You know that that’s your fault,” I shot back at her with a grin, “you steered me along those paths to become that person - away from the whole ‘reckless brute’ thing you kept calling me back then.”

She looked stunned by the idea, but smiled back eventually in that coy-yet-comfortable manner that arrests my gaze every time. If she insists I’m such a good person, then she should get to feel good about helping me reach that point too. For being that person in the first place.

[milk-ducts]

here's a cropped flat coloring/wip of my invincible oc aconite grayson <33 waghhg…. my problematic pathetic failure of a girltyrant … soon.. the whole world will know of ur atrocities, ur inevitable downfall and most importantly ur irredeemable actions < 33 ..

rant incoming ,,.. !!!

I've been going through one hell of an art block lately and it's really starting to stress me the fuck out. I've got so many wips and ideas but actually sitting down and drawing anything has felt impossible. I'm open to any tips on getting inspired or bypassing this shit cause I'm struggling hard right now;;;.

On top of that, interacting with others in the invincible fandom has been difficult as hell,,, I get alot of DMs and messages but when I try to reply I just blank out and get too shy to actually say anything worthwhile ;;[ i think all my moots r insanely talented. like fr,, the skill and creativity in this fandom blows me away on the daily. part of the reason interacting has been so hard is bc i feel like i can't match up !! imposter syndrome is a bitch.

ALSO ..ANOTHER THING !! THIS IS IMPORTANT .. because i feel like ive offended some people by doing this but PLEASE know that I'm not ignoring your DMs/msgs on purpose!! I'm usually way more active on discord n or insta, and when I'm not I just get.. scared… !!! I hope we can get close eventually !! don't find me annoying when I spam like your posts,, I just think ur soso real when ur raving about the fucked up lil men in the fandom.. <<

anyways soso sorry for the rant,, i'm just feelin stressed and wanted to get this off my chest. Hopefully talking about it will help get these creative juices flowing again. fingers crossed…!!! lemme know if yall ever wanna chat art or OCs or really anything invincible related. i need more invincible moots ;;..,,,

[rc-catalog]

New Regular Events

Hello, friends! We would like to introduce two new, regular events that rc-catalog will hold every Monday and Friday! Starting this Friday (July 26th), we will hold Flash Fic Friday -- the aim of this event is to motivate you to post short snippets of your fics/whatever you're working on currently or whatever you've been stuck on for a while. We'll reblog the post you tag us in and, hopefully, other fans will help you brainstorm or suggest their own ideas on how you could continue your work!

Despite the name, you may also submit edits, art, web weaving, moodboards!!

To participate, you must tag @rc-catalog, use the hashtag #rcfff and use a page break if your post exceeds 250 words.

The other event is Motivation Monday! We will post a short prompt to help you get your creative juices to flow. Those who decide to participate may post their fics, moodboards, web weaving posts, edits and art. The aim is to inspire and help those who are struggling with a writer's block 🥰 The first Motivation Monday will be held on July 29th.

To participate, you must tag @rc-catalog, use the hashtag #rcmonday and follow the submission guidelines.

All creations will be reblogged and stored in an appropriate masterlist.

We hope you will participate and have fun 😁

-mod vee

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Difference of Opinions Update!

Thank you all so incredibly much for supporting Difference of Opinions Part 1! I never imagined it would get the kind of response it did and all of the love I have gotten for it has inspired my two-part sequel as well as a prequel. 💕

I also appreciate everyone's patience while I work on these. However, I am happy to announce that Part 2 of Difference of Opinions will be posted on Monday, June 26! 😊 Those of you who have asked will be tagged and those who would still like to be can reblog and/or comment on this post of Part 1 and I can add you. Or feel free to DM me!

And as an appreciation for everything, I will drop a little tease of Part 2 below the cut as well as a look at my design for Reader's spidersuit and an explanation of her powers! (There will be more about all of this in Part 2 and the prequel)

Thank you all so much and please feel free to send me any asks, DMs, or comments about this series because I would love to talk about it more! (it also helps keep my creative juices flowing 😉)

Sneak Peek at Part Two:

The glitching was getting worse. By the time you made it to your lab on the other side of the building, it was happening every thirty seconds or so. You stumbled through the door and crashed into one of the computer consoles as you lost your balance. Every inch of your body ached and felt as fragile as glass. It seemed as if the chemical bonds that held your atoms together were about to shatter leading to you basically vaporizing down to the atomic level. Which you guessed was what was about to happen.  Another glitch hit causing you to crumple to the floor. Once your body realigned itself, you tried to climb back to your feet but you just didn’t have the strength to anymore. Instead, you rolled over to your stomach and began to drag yourself over to your desk. It wasn’t far, but by the time you reached it, you were barely able to lift yourself up to reach the hidden compartment underneath. You pressed your thumb to the biometric lock and gave a huge sigh of relief when the drawer popped open. Reaching inside, you pulled out the small cloth bag and held it against your chest. You knew you had to hurry before another glitch occurred, but you were so exhausted that your fingers were clumsy and fumbled as you tried to untie the bag. It took about three times as long as it should have, but you finally managed to open it up and you slid the contents into your hand.  It had been over a year since you had last held the red amulet in your hand but it instantly made you feel stronger. Running your thumb across the spider carved in the stone, you couldn’t help but smile. This little piece of your homeworld would hopefully ward off the glitches long enough to send your message.  Sliding back to the floor and laying on your side, you pressed the amulet to your lips as you closed your eyes and concentrated. Your eyes rolled back in your head behind your eyelids and you felt your mind slip into the space where the intricate web of dimensions existed. Once you sensed who you were looking for, you whispered, “Hobie, I know you can hear me. I need your help. Please. Come get me before it’s too late. I just want to help Miles. I promise. I–” A glitch cut you off and you dropped the amulet as your body was once again torn apart and reassembled by this dimension trying to arrange your atoms to fit its unique configuration. As your body somehow managed to right itself once more, a small sob of pain slipped from your lips. Whatever strength or stability you had gotten from the amulet was now gone, and you felt yourself returning to your body as you no longer had the strength to continue reaching out across the dimensions. It was all over. This lab that you had built with Miguel and spent countless hours lovingly by his side was going to be your final resting place.  You were about to die alone and abandoned.

About Reader's Spider:

Reader's Spider name is Spider-Gazer (nickname = Gaze). She comes from a dimension where there are no firm lines or edges and everything is slightly blurred instead. However, this slight blurring of lines has given her the power to gaze through the barriers of the Acracnoid Humanoid Poly Multiverse and communicate and see into other dimensions. When this happens, her eyes roll back into her head and become completely white. Yet if she is wearing her mask, the spider eyes which are usually white turn the same glowing orange as the paths between multiverses.

She also has an amulet that was passed down for generations in her family along with the legend of the one who would be gifted the power of the spider and use it to bring peace to this and every universe. When she holds it, it helps magnify and focus her powers (since it comes from her universe, it also does not have firm edges).

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[cantevenbeachhere]

Okay okay, so. Dragon-Ken, right? Would it be drag-ken or is that too much emphasis on drag? (Maybe it could be a double pun....food for thought). Obviously you'd have a full dragon form, but they are shapeshifters and we need to see the face we know as you, so there'd be a human or semi-human form. I'm thinking like gargoyle vibes, like human-ish body but talons and tail and wings and horns. And like a dusting of scales on the cheeks. My brain says...gold and pink but idk if that is too feminine? I doubt dragons much care for gender roles (oh...there's.the 'drag' part lol)

Trying to figure out the hoard. Live horses? Toy horses? Dolls in general? Faux mink coats? Still thinking that part out.

~gender-kenvy

OH DUDE HI! Hi you’re here! Talking about dragon stuff! That’s so cool, I actually had a dream last night about dragons, sooooo weird but so cool!

Okay so there’s this movie I watched some time ago like right after the whole Kendom thing and Barbie leaving to help like distract myself from all that stuff because I didn’t really wanna fully deal yet, and the movie involved a dragon, which was like super cool, but I’m actually gonna talk about another character because you got me thinking about horses and hordes.

So like what if my human/semi-human form was like a caretaker for horses. Like my own horses because they learned to trust me and I take good care of them and protect them. Despite how I looked if I don’t have a human form but just like that gargoyle-y form. Kinda like that one dude from that second Hobbit movie who could turn into a bear.

By the way do Hobbits exist in the Real World? I think it would be fun to be friends with them.

Anyway, and maybe my dragon form’s horde would be…well, every time I see like horse merchandise I wanna buy it so bad no matter what it is so maybe anything horse related like how I had a lot of that stuff around the Kendom. I mean, I still kinda do have that stuff but it’s more…contained. Just in my room of the Kens’ Mojo Dojo Casa House. *gasp!* Oh my gosh like a HORDE!

As far as the colors go, what if my eyes were gold? That sounds so cool. And I REALLY like the idea of light blue with pink stripes. But not like racing stripes but something sorta like tiger stripes but not. Just like the vibe of tiger stripes, ya know. That just looks more…natural and animal-y. 

And honestly? I kinda think drag-Ken is funny, but the G to K kinda throws me off when reading it out loud. So I went to one of the libraries around Barbie Land, and I learned that one of the ways to say dragon in a different Real World language and probably a Barbie Land language somewhere out there is drakon. 

And then I was like *snaps fingers* dude. Bingo. DraKen. That flows better for me personally, but you’re the one with the WIPs and the ideas so if you want it to be DragKen that’s up to you.

By the way, what are WIPs? I don’t think you mean like whipped cream because you never mentioned cream with the WIPs so I don’t know what those are. Maybe like dole whips? That’s a thing. Still different spelling though.

Anyway, what were we talking abo— oh yeah! Okay so I can I be a flying dragon? And will my wings be on my back or like connected to my arms? I really want wings. I don’t wanna be a wingless dragon; I don’t really know how those count. Except that one tiny, red dragon in that one Disney movie. He counts; I’ll accept that.

Oh dude I kinda went overboard, but I got so excited *chuckles* but hopefully this helps get your creative juices going more! @gender-kenvy

[lirians06]

Hello!!! Welcome to Tumblr 🌻 If you're having trouble writing, @jilymicrofics runs monthly prompts that often help to get those creative juices flowing! There's also a discord group - dm me if you'd like an invite : )

I saw your response to my comment on AO3...since you're open to writing smut (but haven't yet) prepare to be bombarded with requests and sprinkles (I am the Smut Fairy) LOL!

WELCOME!!!!!

Heyyy! I'm still discovering how this works, so you've just introduced me to yet another Tumblr function lol

I'll follow them and try to write something to get my mind flowing, thanks for the rec!

On the smut front, I really am open to it, but quite insecure, so hopefully I won't disappoint (considering your credentials I think I might lol).

You've been so so sweet, thank you for the welcome and the comments and now the recs <3

[rowantown]

I miss u, come back 😞

I’m alive pookies I swear 😭 I would never abandon you guys 😔😔

Fr tho, I’ve just decided to take a small break to help with burn out! Summer has been crazy, but things are finally starting to slow down for me. I’ve actually been working on the next chapter this week so hopefully I can get that finished up soon now that I’ve got the creative juices flowing again.

Thank you to everyone for being patient!!

[kingkatsuki]

⎯⎯ ୨ Imagine the one person that you can’t live without, but what if you have to? ୧ ⎯⎯

Hihihi! I hit another huge milestone recently, so I’ve been thinking about doing another matchup event because Tumblr is getting kinda boring for me so hopefully this’ll help get my creative juices flowing and you all seemed to enjoy the last one!

Disclaimer: replies might be angsty or get you in the feels, so please don’t send something in if you think it’ll upset you! That’s the last thing I wanna do💕

You could be the perfect match for each other on paper, but somehow you just cause each others downfall? There’s something that makes the two of you break up, from their annoying habits to your nosey best friend.

Join my event and I’ll match you with an anime character that desperately wants to be with you, and I’ll tell you why it won’t work and the reason you break up.

Mutuals can request two fandoms if they wish and I’ll give one character from both💕

If you’d like to participate send me:

≫ Which fandom you’d like your matchup to be from: BNHA or Blue Lock? (Mutuals can choose both!) ≫ Whether you’d like a male or female matchup. ≫ A little about you. (Your personality, what you like to do, likes/dislikes, fave foods anything!!) ≫ One of your biggest pet peeves.

Asks won’t be posted, so don’t be shy/worried about anything you say! And please let me know if I’m allowed to be savage, because you know I’ll do it!😙

On this occasion I won’t be accepting asks from anonymous users unless you’re one of my emoji anons!💕

MATCHUPS ALL POSTED HERE.

[enigmatist17]

Super late, but I'm going to catch up on Fictober!

I know this one is short, but I have had a week from hell and hopefully this'll get the creative juice's flowing :)

Day 1 - "It's not too late, let's go."

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"It's not too late, let's go brother."

Those words hung in the air as Captain Rex knelt down, one hand held out to the figure slumped against a wall. Armor from better days is hidden under grime and stolen clothes from months ago, brown eyes regarding the captain who doesn't seem to notice all of these features with suspicion.

"We failed."

"And we can stop the bastards who made us." There is pain that lingers on every word, and for a moment Coruscant and its never-ending noise cuts through their conversation.

A shaky hand slowly reaches up, and Rex helps his vod up and onto his feet, fixing the stolen poncho to hide the red as blood armor underneath it.

"You truly mean that?"

"As serious as a heart attack."

"We have a lot of work to do, don't try and get out of it already."

"Heh, like I even could."

"Let's go kih'vod."

"Whatever you say Fox'ika." There's a snort as Fox follows Rex further into the alley, and before long circle back to a waiting speeder, and while Rex prepares to leave, Fox takes a moment to glance up. He can see the tip of the Senate building he'd spent so long in, and for a moment wonders if anyone had survived the change, survived the hideous monster that had always been there.

It passes, and soon the two are speeding away to a place unknown, and Fox breathes as he lets the hope of a way forward fill him.

It's not too late, we'll see about that.

[theorchidfestival]

Setting the Scene

I wrote a little snippet to help set the scene for the festival, featuring Leander and my OC, Lavinia. It's suggestive but not explicit and contains some light temperature play. Hopefully it helps get those creative juices flowing!

The streets of Amaryllis District were bustling, full of color and life in celebration of the Orchid Festival. While there were many faces that Lavinia recognized either from her shop or the Wet Wick, there were many more that she'd never seen before, even some that, based on their choice of jewelry, seemed not to be from Lowtown at all. At least, she tried to focus on the faces, as looking anywhere else made her blush. Never before had she seen so much exposed skin in a public place! Everywhere she looked, people expressed their festive spirits with various levels of colorful dress: harnesses, chains, dyed feathers, black leather. Lavinia felt out of place walking down the street in her light blue sundress, even though she'd made the bold--for her comfort level--move of not wearing her corset underneath the dress.

She looked at Leander, who was dressed somewhat more casually in a sleeveless top and pants, and wondered how he usually dressed for this event when not trying to make her feel more comfortable. Was he an underwear and body paint type? Or did he prefer leather? Her imaginings occupied her long enough that she almost stepped in puddle of suspicious composition, saved only by Leander who tugged her by the hand he was holding to avoid it.

Once the puddle was avoided, Leander glanced down at her with a smile. "Distracted?" he asked.

Perhaps one day she would become immune to his smile, though she hoped not. Focused on where she was stepping, Lavinia felt herself blush, her mouth pressed into a slight pout. "It's just...a lot to take in is all. We have the Feast of Life in Stiving too, but it's...different."

At this, he laughed that musical laugh of his. "I'm sure it is!" he said. "Even in the rest of Eridia it's different, just a celebration of fertility honoring the Allmother. But Amaryllis District has taken it a step further."

That was an understatement! As unusual as the festival seemed to be, Lavinia supposed she could see the logical progression. Even back in Stiving where the Feast of Life was celebrated primarily by spending the day eating, drinking, and dancing, she knew it was tradition for many to make love to their special someone. It made sense that that particular tradition would flourish somewhere like Amaryllis District. What really surprised her was how the holiday itself had warped from a celebration of fertility to one of free love. And it lasted a week! It was fascinating!

"So what all does this whole thing entail?" Lavinia asked as they strolled down the street. Among the crowd were people passing out little flyers and advertising the special shows and events being put on by the local brothels and bars. On either side of the road, vendors had set up stalls. Some sold food such as novelty treats shaped like various body parts, foods that were meant to improve sexual desire or stamina, herbs and teas meant to increase or decrease fertility, and even something called a pineapple that was supposed to make certain body fluids taste sweeter. Other vendors sold toys and accessories meant to be used during the act, like lingerie, special ropes, and any number of things she'd never seen before the use of which she could only guess at.

As she finished her question, one stall in particular caught her eye. The vendor was apparently a glass blower, her wares all manner of shapes and colors that sparkled in the sunlight.

"Anything you want it to." Leander looked at her only to notice what had drawn her attention.

She didn't need to ask before he was steering her over to the glassblower's stall. There was just enough room for the two of them and the couple of other people who were already there to browse the beautifully-made toys. In spite of herself, Lavinia found herself drawn to the shelves of dildos. She would have expected the primary difference to be in size, but that was only one of many. There were different types of curvature, for one. But there were also bumps and ridges and bulges and different colors.

One in particular caught her eye. It had a bulbous head with a red flower inside of it. A green ridge spiraled down the outside of the shaft ending just above the base where there were little bumps. In terms of size, it reminded her of Leander, which made it that much more perfect.

Leander, who was standing close behind her with his hands affectionately rubbing her upper arms, followed her gaze to the toy she seemed to like. Sensing her hesitation to pick it up, he reached over her shoulder to grab it himself. As he held it in front of her, it began to glow with a swirling, green light that she recognized as his magic.

"Leander, what are you--?"

Before she could finish her question, he touched the glass head against her shoulder. It was cold--not cold enough to hurt, but cold enough that it felt nice given the warm weather as he slowly dragged the implement down her shoulder, then down to her clavicle. Lavinia leaned back against Leander and let her eyes flutter shut. Her breathing became heavier, and she lost herself to the sensation of cold glass against her skin.

Just as the glass inched down past the neckline of her dress, they were interrupted by someone loudly clearing their throat.

"Can I help you?" The voice of the glassblower startled Lavinia back to reality. Embarrassed, she looked away, her cheeks red as she muttered an apology.

Leander, who she imagined was also blushing, laughed awkwardly. "We'll take this one!"

[justagalwhowrites]

Hey Kit,

I’m Demi from@/getitoutofmymindwrites!

Since you're doing it, too,

Can I ask for 4. and 24.???

Hi Demi!!

You're so kind to reach out and ask!!

4. A story idea you haven't written yet - OK this is one that's been giving me some brain rot but I haven't shared too widely yet I don't think? I'm thinking it'll be a mini-series of sorts, maybe like 5-10 chapters? I have to fully map it BUT it's... an Agent Whiskey fic! He's sent on a mission to acquire something of great spy importance (details are still fuzzy) but he's beaten to it by a beautiful, mysterious woman. That's when he discovers the existence of another private intelligence agency: Noman, a group of women who specialize in going to "no man's land" and getting the job done (get it? Kingsman, Statesman, Noman? I feel so clever for this, please let me continue to lol.) The rest of the fic would be some flirtatious super spy stuff before the stakes get higher and they have to work together to save the world. Of course, fucking ensues. I want to write this on the side of my regular fics hopefully soon? And share it once it's all written so I'm not accidentally leaving people hanging for a million years like I've been wont to do lately.

24. How do you recharge when you're not feeling creative? - I'll be honest, I'm so bad at forcing it? I do listen to music a lot to help get the juices flowing when I'm looking for a groove but my bigger problem tends to be "brain won't shut the fuck up, must write stuff to make brain shut the fuck up." I have gotten better at trying to force myself to rest (something I'm not great at) and step away before stuff swallows me up too much. I've been reading more books lately which has been great! But yeah, on the rare occasion I'm not feeling it, I usually just don't write that day. Those days are kind of few and far between for me, though. I have a very serious case of cannot shut the fuck up itis and it's incurable.

Thank you so much for asking!!! Love you!!!

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Difference of Opinions Update!

Thank you all so incredibly much for supporting Difference of Opinions Part 1! I never imagined it would get the kind of response it did and all of the love I have gotten for it has inspired my two-part sequel as well as a prequel. 💕

I also appreciate everyone's patience while I work on these. However, I am happy to announce that Part 2 of Difference of Opinions will be posted on Monday, June 26! 😊 Those of you who have asked will be tagged and those who would still like to be can reblog and/or comment on this post of Part 1 and I can add you. Or feel free to DM me!

And as an appreciation for everything, I will drop a little tease of Part 2 below the cut as well as a look at my design for Reader's spidersuit and an explanation of her powers! (There will be more about all of this in Part 2 and the prequel)

Thank you all so much and please feel free to send me any asks, DMs, or comments about this series because I would love to talk about it more! (it also helps keep my creative juices flowing 😉)

Sneak Peek at Part Two:

The glitching was getting worse. By the time you made it to your lab on the other side of the building, it was happening every thirty seconds or so. You stumbled through the door and crashed into one of the computer consoles as you lost your balance. Every inch of your body ached and felt as fragile as glass. It seemed as if the chemical bonds that held your atoms together were about to shatter leading to you basically vaporizing down to the atomic level. Which you guessed was what was about to happen.  Another glitch hit causing you to crumple to the floor. Once your body realigned itself, you tried to climb back to your feet but you just didn’t have the strength to anymore. Instead, you rolled over to your stomach and began to drag yourself over to your desk. It wasn’t far, but by the time you reached it, you were barely able to lift yourself up to reach the hidden compartment underneath. You pressed your thumb to the biometric lock and gave a huge sigh of relief when the drawer popped open. Reaching inside, you pulled out the small cloth bag and held it against your chest. You knew you had to hurry before another glitch occurred, but you were so exhausted that your fingers were clumsy and fumbled as you tried to untie the bag. It took about three times as long as it should have, but you finally managed to open it up and you slid the contents into your hand.  It had been over a year since you had last held the red amulet in your hand but it instantly made you feel stronger. Running your thumb across the spider carved in the stone, you couldn’t help but smile. This little piece of your homeworld would hopefully ward off the glitches long enough to send your message.  Sliding back to the floor and laying on your side, you pressed the amulet to your lips as you closed your eyes and concentrated. Your eyes rolled back in your head behind your eyelids and you felt your mind slip into the space where the intricate web of dimensions existed. Once you sensed who you were looking for, you whispered, “Hobie, I know you can hear me. I need your help. Please. Come get me before it’s too late. I just want to help Miles. I promise. I–” A glitch cut you off and you dropped the amulet as your body was once again torn apart and reassembled by this dimension trying to arrange your atoms to fit its unique configuration. As your body somehow managed to right itself once more, a small sob of pain slipped from your lips. Whatever strength or stability you had gotten from the amulet was now gone, and you felt yourself returning to your body as you no longer had the strength to continue reaching out across the dimensions. It was all over. This lab that you had built with Miguel and spent countless hours lovingly by his side was going to be your final resting place.  You were about to die alone and abandoned.

About Reader's Spider:

Reader's Spider name is Spider-Gazer (nickname = Gaze). She comes from a dimension where there are no firm lines or edges and everything is slightly blurred instead. However, this slight blurring of lines has given her the power to gaze through the barriers of the Acracnoid Humanoid Poly Multiverse and communicate and see into other dimensions. When this happens, her eyes roll back into her head and become completely white. Yet if she is wearing her mask, the spider eyes which are usually white turn the same glowing orange as the paths between multiverses.

She also has an amulet that was passed down for generations in her family along with the legend of the one who would be gifted the power of the spider and use it to bring peace to this and every universe. When she holds it, it helps magnify and focus her powers (since it comes from her universe, it also does not have firm edges).

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