#passion for creativity

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He should be at the Adventurer's Guild.

[ungiorno-nellavita]

Getting Lost in the Creative Flow

Daily writing promptWhat activities do you lose yourself in?View all responses You know that feeling when you’re so into something that time just slips away? That’s me when I’m in my creative zone. Whether I’m writing, editing photos, designing, or working on a video, I get completely lost in it. I’ll start, thinking it’s only been 30 minutes, then look up and realize 2–3 hours have passed.…

[clouvu]

Cooking up an older Clervie outfit design so I don't have to keep drawing her looking like her child self but Long

[hinamie]

these 3 and their weird catty love triangle have bewitched me body and soul

[madamemiz]

sad: falling out of a hyperfixation

tragic: watching your beloved friends and mutuals fall out of the hyperfixation while you're still in it

[valtsv]

told my dad i was writing again just to have something to get him off my case with and of course he asked what i was writing so i had to be vague about it and summarised it as "a story about two people responsible for hurting each other learning to communicate, live with and care for each other" and he was like oh is it based on our relationship?

[bulbagarden]

Hiya, Trainers...! Lisia here, but I'm running the 2025 edition of Bulbagarden's annual Spring One-shot writing contest and wanted to tell you all about it! Though the contest is shipping-oriented, (queer)platonic relationships are completely welcomed as well! We have many categories to earn prizes in (including a Best LGBTQ+ Romance prize!), and all entries get a fancy forums badge and reviews on their work, so please consider checking the contest out with the link above!

The entry deadline is on April 10 and the deadline for posting entries is on May 15 -- we hope to see some entrants from our fellow Trainers here on Tumblr (including myself...!), so please mention I sent you if you'd like! LOL

[honeytonedhottie]

how to be ur own muse⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⭐️

everyone has their own inner well of creativity and inspiration. being ur own source of motivation and inspiration takes others off of the pedestal and puts u on it instead…💬🎀

IDENTIFY UR PASSIONS ;

through identifying what things ur passionate about, ur tapping into what lights ur soul on fire. start passion projects. a passion project is exactly what it sounds like and its an amazing way to use ur own creativity and also serves as something to go back to when ur longing for that inspiration again.

its important that when u have passions and interests that u explore them and foster them. fostering what ur passionate about and practicing it makes u more comfortable and oftentimes when we are more comfortable in something we are open to doing greater things cuz were not constantly psyching ourselves out.

SELF EXPRESSION ;

self expression is so so important because when u express urself honestly and authentically, u uncover passions and ur values and so many other things as well. when u express urself its not only good for ur soul but u can express urself through so many different outlets.

u can express urself through things like art, poetry, song writing, makeup, and even just speaking. its a healthy way to release pent up emotion and passion into a beautiful piece. not only that but self expression fosters creativity and innovative thinking, so its a wonderful way to spark inspiration from within urself.

EXPERIMENT WITH YOURSELF ;

try out new things with urself and ur appearance. whether thats trying out different makeup looks, style, etc. experiment until u figure out what makes you YOU. if u already know ur own style and the things that make u uniquely individual, still experiment with ur look because thats what u do with a muse. the definition of muse is

a person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist.

so be ur own creative artist and look towards urself for inspiration. another way to look for and foster inspiration is through pinterest. i have so many boards on pinterest for things that i use as inspiration not only for the songs i write but for my posts as well.

BE OBSESSED WITH URSELF ;

compliment urself constantly, be absolutely obsessed with urself to the point where you HAVE to love urself. loving urself is such an important and essential form of being ur own muse and just such an essential step as well. every artist loves their muse, every artists adores their muse so why should u be different?

[agentc0rn]

Found a really cool trend from twitter that I wanted to share on here, basically has to do with form changes in relation to the abilities of each pokemon! I thought of going with Volcarona as it is one of my favs. The Flame Body ability was pretty straightforward to work with, which I made Volcarona's body entirely in flames except for its thorax and little mandibles.

I had more difficulty with the swarm, but decided to add more wings to give off an illusion of sorts, more so a mimicry of the swarm movement (alternatively, they reflect the solar flares). I added small random moths cuddling Volcarona, joined with hovering yellow ones that were allured by its warmth and light (moths like warm places!)

Had tons of fun with this :)

Thank you and credits to @n0rtist for the wonderful idea/trend!

Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/n0rtist/752603925067268096?source=share

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Luo Binghe? Sorry, I only know Binghorse now.

[simplymadewishes]

[aventurineswife]

Hello!! I saw that your requests were open and wanted to give it a shot! I love your works and I’ve been binging them lately. Please feel free to discard this for any reason.

Would it be okay to write about a male or gn reader who is in a very science related field (STEM, scientist, medical, engineering etc.) and loves their work immensely, but is revealed YEARS later on to actually have given up on an artistic dream? Like a reader who loved drawing/music/painting/etc. and was beyond headstrong about it for the longest time as a kid, all the way until they were in their senior year of high school and were hit with the reality of how difficult it’d be to gain the financial stability they needed in an arts career, versus the stem career…

And here they are, fast forward to the present.

I think characters like Kaveh and Aventurine have the best backstory to pair with this, but I’m more than alright with anything you’d like to try! If nothing else, thank you so much for putting your amazing writing here on tumblr for free!!! It’s creators like you that we all turn to at the end of the day to save us emotionally :D

Second Chances and Forgotten Dreams

Tags: Kaveh x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Self-Discovery, Creative Struggles, Supportive Characters, Reconnecting with Passions, Emotional Growth, Healing, Gentle Encouragement, Character Development.

Warnings: Mentions of Regret (Over giving up an artistic dream), Minor Angst, Emotional Vulnerability, Implied Pressure from Career Choices, Healing Process, Possible Mild Self-Doubt.

A/N: Hey, thank you so much for your kind words! That honestly means a lot to me. I'm really glad that my work has been able to connect with you and make a difference—it's always the goal! It’s anons like you who keep me motivated too. Thanks again for the love! 🤭💖🫶

Kaveh had always admired your sharp mind. The way your eyes lit up when discussing equations, medical advancements, or structural integrity fascinated him. Yet, despite the success in your field, he always sensed something was missing.

He discovered the truth by accident.

A forgotten sketchbook, tucked away on the highest shelf in your office, filled with beautiful, intricate drawings. Architectural designs, character studies, and unfinished landscapes—each page held the echoes of a dream abandoned.

Kaveh ran his fingers over the pages, tracing the lines with a reverence usually reserved for the most breathtaking buildings. When you walked in and saw him holding the sketchbook, your breath hitched.

"These… these are yours, aren’t they?" Kaveh's voice was uncharacteristically soft.

You swallowed hard, already knowing where this conversation was headed.

"I loved art once," you admitted, exhaling as if saying the words out loud made the weight of your decision all those years ago more tangible. "I wanted to make a career out of it, but… I knew it wouldn't pay the bills. STEM was the safer choice."

Kaveh’s eyes, always filled with emotion, darkened with something between sadness and frustration.

"But safety doesn’t mean happiness," he said, flipping through the pages. "These drawings—they’re incredible. You could've—" He stopped himself, taking a deep breath. "You should still be creating."

You let out a bitter chuckle. "I don’t even know where to start again. I wouldn’t even know what to make."

Kaveh reached for his own notebook, the one filled with designs for structures he hadn't yet built, dreams he hadn't yet realized.

"Then let’s start together," he said.

That night, for the first time in years, you picked up a pencil—not to draft blueprints or calculate measurements, but to simply create. And beside you, Kaveh sketched alongside you, proving that art, once lost, could always be found again.

Aventurine had always seen life as a game of calculated risks, and you? You were one of the safest bets he’d ever made. Intelligent, hardworking, disciplined—exactly the kind of person who thrived in your field.

But when he saw you idly tracing shapes on a napkin one night, your fingers moving with absentminded precision, something about it made him pause.

"Didn’t know you were the doodling type," he mused, swirling his drink in his hand.

You stiffened before pulling the napkin away, stuffing it into your pocket as if it were something shameful.

That reaction? That was new.

So, being Aventurine, he started digging.

It wasn’t until weeks later that he found the old digital portfolio buried in your archives. Paintings, sketches, compositions—you had once been an artist. A real one.

When he confronted you, you laughed, but it lacked humor. "It was a childish dream," you said, waving it off. "STEM pays the bills. I made the right choice."

Aventurine leaned back in his chair, studying you the way he studied opponents at a high-stakes table. "Funny, I’ve seen people convince themselves of a lot of things, but that? That was the worst bluff I’ve ever heard."

You opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off.

"You don’t regret choosing STEM," he said, "but you do regret giving up art entirely."

He leaned in, resting his chin on his knuckles, his sharp eyes unreadable. "Tell you what, sweetheart. I’ll make you a deal."

You raised an eyebrow. "A deal?"

Aventurine smirked. "Start creating again—just once a week. No pressure, no deadlines. If you don’t love it anymore, I’ll never bring it up again." He extended a hand. "But if you do? Well, then you owe me a private exhibition of your best work."

You hesitated before finally shaking his hand.

"Hope you’re ready for me to prove you wrong," you muttered.

Aventurine chuckled. "Oh, darling," he said, a knowing gleam in his eye. "I’m counting on it."

Ratio never dealt in half-truths. Logic dictated all things, and as far as he was concerned, you were a master of your field because you wanted to be. That was the only reasonable explanation.

So when he found the old violin case gathering dust in your storage room, he was… perplexed.

"You play?" he asked, examining the instrument with clinical curiosity.

"Not anymore," you replied without looking up from your work.

He narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

You hesitated, fingers tightening around your pen. "Because," you said finally, "passion doesn't pay the bills."

For the first time in a long time, Ratio was at a loss for words. You were one of the most driven, intelligent people he knew. He couldn’t fathom you abandoning something you once loved so much.

"You still think about it," he noted, voice quieter than usual. "Don't you?"

You sighed, rubbing your temples. "Sometimes."

Ratio wasn’t sentimental. He wasn’t the type to push people toward emotional revelations. But facts were facts.

"You are not simply a scientist, nor are you simply an artist," he stated. "Denying one part of yourself does not make the other stronger."

You frowned. "And what do you suggest? That I drop my career and start composing again?"

Ratio shook his head. "No. But I suggest you stop pretending that your love for art was irrelevant."

He pushed the violin case toward you.

"Indulge in both," he said. "Because denying something you love for the sake of practicality is, in itself, the most illogical decision one could make."

You stared at him for a long moment before reaching out, fingers ghosting over the violin’s worn surface.

For the first time in years, you opened the case.

And for the first time in years, you played.

[ineffableaddiction]

As a normal human does, I’ve always preferred to read books in their physical form. The smell of the paper, the feel of the pages between my fingers, the gentle repetition of read-read-turn page providing comfort.

Unless it’s fan fiction.

No, fan fiction I consume greedily on my mobile, at all times of day, in any location. On lunch break? Let’s read a chapter! Laying in bed and should be asleep? Fan fiction! In random public area where I can sit down? Fan fiction!

I’m blown away by the creativity, writing styles, and (I’m looking at some of you with tears and a smile), the emotions ripped out of me.

I seriously start to wonder if I’m consuming fan fiction, or if it’s consuming me.

[riickgrimes]

Carmy and Sydney sharing the same brain

[bulletbilltime]

The idea that people will take the cringy lyrics or singing as a point against Lost Records is just... baffling to me. These are TEENAGERS. Making things they enjoy. Of course adults will look at those things and think they're not good. That's the point! They're doing things for themselves, and getting carried away with their passion for it. They make a shoddy music video and it's the coolest thing to them because it's something they made. They're loud and obnoxious and chaotic because that's what being a teenager is about. They don't have proper technique or whatever, they're just making music to scream all the confusing feelings and frustrations they hold inside them. The music being "bad" or "cringy" IS the point.