#tumblr creative course

[jomeimei421]

Felt a bit nostalgic watching RT shut down…Here are the og faves again for old times sake 💙

[suntails]

hijo de la luna

[threewordusername]

"Winter."

d.b.a

[melissa-s23]

I think Ron gave Willy Jr a nice retro console for one of his birthday and taught him about the games he personally liked.

we should make old man tragic yaoi about Mumbo's OCs

[marshmallowgoop]

I combined footage from my Detektiv Conan Blu-ray with audio from my Case Closed FUNimation DVD and made an HD English dub clip compilation for Episodes 57-58, "The Holmes Freak Murder Case."

[miwtual]

i think something that people miss about the "you should be reblogging creative work, not just liking it" stuff is that so many people who arent making these creative works are so in the mindset of QUANTITY of notes over QUALITY of notes.

maybe this is in part because of other social media (like instagram, twitter, and youtube) where the creator is rewarded based on the quantity of likes, but y'all have to understand that us tumblr creators, for the most part, do not care about the quantity of notes. yes, it's nice to know that 700 people liked a gifset we made! but it's disheartening to see that only, like, 5 people reblogged it onto their blog so other people could see it and enjoy it too. part of tumblr as a SOCIAL media is that we are meant to interact with each other here, and if you only like stuff, you're limiting the social aspect of a wide platform of users.

fic writers want to see your comments about how they wrote that one scene. fanartists want you to get excited about the way they draw your favorite characters. gifsets like what we have here on tumblr don't exist like this anywhere else. why don't you want to show these creators off to your friends and followers? don't you want to show off how cool these creations and their creators are?

reblog from us now so you're not begging for us to come back to you later.

[devilsrecreation]

Writing Prompts when you have writers block

So I don’t USUALLY do this, but since Tumblr’s writer-friendly, I thought I’d share some writing prompts I got from my Creative Writing class in college last semester! My professor would give us a handful of prompts and tell us to pick one for every assignment and I wanna give them to you all!

Write a list story: either someone teaching someone else how to do something/how to be someone/something (ex: how to act like a proper lady). Alternatively it could be a character listing aspirations, milestones, or losses/gains. Anything where your character is going through something

Going off on that list story idea, you could also write a response list story from the POV of the “you” from the first one. For example: say you wrote a story of a parent speaking to a child, the response would be a child speaking to a parent

Write a story where one character is closely observing/spying another character. What do they discover about either the other character or themselves in the process?

Dunno if any of you read the story “Hills like White Elephants” but write a story told mostly through dialogue and setting. Two character discussing something they don’t agree on. Whether or not a solution is reached is up to you

Here’s a funny idea: A story about a ghost/demon possessing somebody but it hilariously backfires cuz the mortal is either really stupid or really stubborn and they have this back-and-forth of what happens next. You know that one vine where it’s like

“What do you want to eat?”

“The souls of the innocent~”

“A bagel :)”

“NO!”

“….Two bagels”

Write the story version of that

Write a story where an object causes/is related to a major tension in your story or holds a major clue to the tension

Your character makes a decision and has to live with the consequences/learns a lesson

Write a story where an unexpected guest shows up and stays overnight. How does it go? Start by saying who’s coming, offer backfill to explain the background regarding the tension, then what happens when the guest arrives. How the story progresses, ends, and whether something changes is up to you!

Write a character where your main character is dealing with an external AND internal conflict. Something in their environment, community, or society is pushing them to experience stress. What’s the tipping point and how does the character deal with it

For example, a snake character experiencing racism from humans/animals just because of their species

Write a story loosely based on a true crime story. Any crime, doesn’t even have to be murder. You could even search a crime up on the internet and make a story inspired on that. Use a few details from that crime article to create a scene of action of the crime taking place, but also develop the motive and backstory. What drove the person to do what they did? Peer pressure? Greed? Abuse? Survival? Sheer stupidity? Etc

Write a story from the perspective of a ghost. Who’s the ghost haunting? Why? How’d they die? Is the ghost friendly or malevolent?

[ki1ldeer]

I need to do a research paper on the correlation between me taking a chemistry class and me drawing Finn being sad

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Creative golf club logo ○●○

PM us if you need a professional logo!

[your-jellyfish-senpai]

Do you love the color of the Vast?

Which one?

[includedisco]

This must be my shortest comeback ever as a fanfic writer

Fist episode of a show I've waited "years" for finally aired yesterday. Episode one was great and let me tell you it gave me inspiration and motivation to write. I was so excited, buzzing with energy and bursting with ideas. This thing darn broke me out of my writing hiatus is the shortest time ever😃🙌

Until...😒 I jotted down a few lines for each of the three ideas in my head. By few lines I mean maybe 4 each but just that alone I felt like my sanity was exiting my body. 45 minutes later, I'm back on hiatus😅 yep that's the writing we all love. The mood is one fickle b***h. Until next time when the mood strikes again on 29th February🙄✌️

[novlr]

I've recently moved from the city to the country with my family and want to write a memoirs based on my experiences with nature. Do you have any tips on nature writing? I don't want to write fiction, but i'm not sure how to make non-fiction interesting.

We've actually got a great series of resources in the Reading Room on all types of non-fiction writing, created for us by a commissioning editor from Penguin Random House! Here's the one specifically on nature writing:

The entire series is well worth reading, and she also created a completely free non-fiction book proposal course for us too, which will teach you what a book proposal needs to include for you to best pitch to publishers.

[raineandsky]

#58

The hero coughs into the dust saturating the air. This is wrong.

The old warehouse, it’s– it’s gone. Crumpled in on itself like a can that’s been stamped on one too many times. It’s all wrong. It’s all too familiar.

A warehouse went down last month in the fallout of a fight. Someone had been inside. No matter how much he hated the villain, she didn’t deserve to die like that. The hero still has nightmares about it; it haunts him.

But this. It’s like he’s standing outside that warehouse again, watching the aftermath of one wrong hit—watching the one person who gave him purpose disappear into debris.

This was recent. The dust is scratching at the hero’s throat. He coughs again, the air visibly wavering in front of his face. 

“It brings back fond memories, doesn’t it?”

The hero flinches, not convinced he heard who he thinks he did. The villain’s voice has been in his head since then anyway. Telling him of everything he did wrong. This is just one of those horrible moments of weakness.

“I must say, you made a valiant attempt to erase me from the face of this earth.” There’s an echoing click of heels against concrete. The hero’s heart stops. “Doesn’t this remind you of that moment when you failed?”

“I’m�� I’m so sorry—” He chokes on the words desperately. An apathetic hum rings in his ears.

“Ah, you’re sorry!” the villain coos softly. “Sorry for what? For trying, or for failing?”

There’s a shadow sauntering through the dust towards him like a ghost, the hero’s face paling as she steps through the fog. The villain throws him a cat-like grin that turns his insides cold.

“Oh, you poor darling,” she says with false softness. “It’ll take a little more than that to stop me.”

[oliolioxenfreewrites]

Starting My Journey Into Occultism and Building My Grimoire 🌙📖

So, I’m diving headfirst into occultism philosophy—taking this journey seriously—and yep, I’m in the middle of building my own grimoire.

We’re talking hermetic principles, tarot symbolism, alchemical rituals—the real juicy occult stuff.

As I dig into esoteric teachings, practice rituals, and write down my thoughts in Tarot Symbols and Alchemical Journals, this grimoire is gonna be my very own living mystical document. It’ll hold my research, spellwork, tarot interpretations, and all the weird, wild realizations that come with diving into ancient symbols and unlocking those meanings.

I’ll be sharing some of the mess and magic as I go, so if occult philosophy or building your own grimoire has been calling you—stick around.

I’m in for a wild ride. ✨

[im-an-anthusiast]

Ditches and Spiders

God, his forearms ITCHED.  Ugh – they sang a horrible siren song, to which the only answer was the raking of claws, the bloody contact of skin and nails. Or whatever. He clenched his fists, twisting them, rolling his wrists, and watching the taut, lean, yet somewhat gaunt muscle flexing under his scarred skin. Calixte hated the scars so, so much. They weren’t ugly, contorting, or shredding, and they weren’t spirals of thorns or carved spines. They were “beautiful”, twisting, mending – spirals of petals and curving stems. Calixte always hated the mix of lily flowers curling up his arms in a monotone white of scar tissue. They made him sick. His entire lunch – half of a white chocolate granola bar – tickled the very top of his throat, acidically ghosting over the roof of his mouth. He ought to practice Magic again.  

He applied the Sepal Balsam. Almost half the container coated his forearms thickly, massively surmounting the blood below it. Was that... wait... quadruple- no, pentuple the recommended dose? Perhaps that was why he could feel his pain fade into such intense numbness so quickly that in mere seconds he could not feel his forearms at all – and could, in real-time, watch the open wounds, cuts, gashes, and lacerations riddling his forearms and climbing up his bicep close, and twist at themselves, forming sickeningly intricate floral shapes, layering onto those already there. What a disgusting toll he has to pay, really. And, sure, he could always not push himself so much or just wait for himself to heal, but how would he get better, then? The best around don’t just rest. No pain, no gain, after all! He just has to push himself a little harder, surely...! 

The gloves contracted around his arms. They squeezed and cried at the Magic pouring into them, pushing and lashing at his flesh. The gloves wrung his arms, and blood dripped out from their hems at his biceps. All for... him.  

The bouquet strained in his arms. The paper tore open at the pressure pushed into it, flowers spilling around his flesh. Ditch and spider lilies both wrapped around his forearms, slipping from his embrace one by one. All from... him.  

“Are you proud, dad?” 

[galaxythedragonshifter]

Question:

How do y'all "write something for yourself" that you intend on posting?

Cause I still subconsciously can't "write for myself" unless I don't intend on ever posting it, and then I can only get 100 words or less out onto a Google doc.

Idk if this is a byproduct of taking too many writing classes and writing for assignments or other people or not.

How do I fix this?