#creative burden

[moscow-moshpit]

The burden of being creative and in fandoms

Ever listen to a song and think "OH THAT WOULD BE A GREAT ANIMATIC/AMV/EDIT/COMIC/FANIC!" and so you search to see if anyone made one so you could watch it and come to find out that not a single soul has done it?

I'm gonna make either an animatic/amv of TOH and the cover 'Dance Macabre' by Violet Orlandi feat. Jonathan Young

'Cause that would be the one of the BEST Lumity songs. Feel free to use my idea if you want.

Also could work for (most) Homestuck ships, or Bubbline.

btw if anyone makes a edit of like... any fandom with this song (I'd probably be in the fandom) comment it, I WANT TO SEE!

[pierogish]

Teruki The Fashion Statement Hanazawa

[adastraetretro]

"Does it hurt?"

"I'll be okay."

"That isn't what I asked."

[fabledtactician]

tehe i made a fake official art for my arknights doctor :3

[futuristichedge]

Writers are so talented. Your words are doing things to my mind, showing me ideas and connecting dots... inspiring my brain to connect MORE dots

Pure wizardry. It's scary

[evadneares]

I always imagined that you would leave without saying a word.

No tearful goodbyes, or that one last argument that leaves my gut feeling all twisted up.

You were that type of person, not exactly scared of confrontation, but you were tired of the anger.

I was surprised to see you sitting on our couch.

One hand on your knee and the other on your old suitcase.

Your back was turned to me, wide as a mountain range but as fragile as glass.

"Tell me to go, please."

I watched you weep bitterly, cursing at me with all you had.

You told me I was the first person to make you so upset.

All good things die at some point or another, but I really thought, this would last forever.

So I told you to leave, take your bag and go, and I hid my heart for a millennium.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Nothing pisses me off more than when people talk about my friendships with mid-support needs autistics and other people with differently-wired brains as if I am descending to help them because I’ve taken them on as a charity case. That is NOT true. Oh they’re a burden because they’re neurodivergent? WELL GUESS FUCKING WHAT: SO AM I! THE REASON I HAVE SO MANY FRIENDS WITH SO MUCH SHIT WRONG WITH THEM IS BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT OF SHIT WRONG WITH ME. WE ATTRACT EACH OTHER! WE LIKE EACH OTHER! IT’S NOT THAT FUCKING HARD TO UNDERSTAND!

[bamthelocalcryptid]

I made something that’s a combination of an OC creation prompt and a game that pushes your imagination.

I've done this myself a couple of times and it really helped with planning out characters when i had writer's block or needed additional characters in my stories.

I wanted to share this cause it might help others and be a fun little exercise for character creators, artists, writers, and bored individuals!

So, to make the oc imma start with a shuffled list of songs from playlists I like/with an overall vibe I want to incorporate. The trick with this one is that, in addition to the primary character traits, the world building and potential back story are also determined in the songs. I suppose different aspects of the music determine specifications of the world and its central protagonist. Some plots might be clichè or repetitive if music tastes are similar. In that situation, perhaps a new/different/someone else's playlist will suffice.

NOTE: Some parts might take a bit of research to fulfill. You can also use any aspects of the song's for anything. My details simply provide guidance.

1. Determines OC's physical appearance (can be but is not limited to: ethnicity, style, color scheme, humanoid aspects, sex, gender, general physical expressions, facial/bodily/added features).

[The main components of the song to analyze are: lyrics hinting to physical description,  the writers/performers of the song, the cover art, the cover art subject matter, name of band/song/album, genre etc.]

2. Determines OC's emotional/mental expression and personality

(Involves: General personality traits, potential disorders, character mindset, emotional and mental weaknesses/strengths/capabilities.)

[Based on: Song's lyrics, names of album/song, subject matter depicted in the actual music or in cover/album art etc.]

3.Determines the OC's back story/ childhood/ past information

(Primarily involves: lyrics/storytelling in one's own interpretation of the music or, if given outright, a storyline contrived of the song's general story. If one is not present, retry or make something up loosely based on the song that originally came up.etc)

4. Determines OC's relationships with supporting characters/the world around them.

(Determined by: general atmosphere of the song to one's own interpretation, lyrics involving a surrounding enviornment/another character, emotion captured by the music, real life interactions of the writers/preformers/creators etc.)

5. Determines OC's plot progression

(Includes: possible trauma experiences, main events in their life, triggering occurrence to send their current adaptation into motion.)

[Determined by: song's storytelling,  lyrics, cover art, theme of the album/song/entire discography, own imagined scenarios while listening to said song etc.]

6.Determine's OC's primary relationship motivation

(For example: the song might entail an, aquaintence,  romance, platonic friendship, family, enemies, master/student,  lovers etc.)

[Determined by: song subject matter and its portrayal of a relationship, energy of the song, cover art and anything else inspiration can stem from etc.)

7. Determines OC's overarching goal/wish/want/need

(Can involve anything previously mentioned and not mentioned with regards to aspects of the song. Can also be ignored completely and instead be based on the developing plot etc.)

Now for world building:

8. Determines general setting

(Involves: design/style/color scheme of the surrounding enviornment, sci-fi/fantasy/dystopian/alien/historical/steampunk/ etc.)

[Determined by: genre, cover art/colors/subjects, general theme/atmosphere,  descriptive lyrics, etc.]

9. Determines emotions evoked by the world/setting

(For example: laid back, fun, depressing, hopeless, enraged, rebellious, deadly, safe etc.)

[Determined by: Whatever invokes an emotion to compel you to design it.)

10. Determines inhabitants of the world

(Includes: their views of life, their general emotional inclination, their current activities.)

[Determined by: song subject matter, lyrics, invoked emotions,  storytelling (environmental, atmospheric, lyrical) of the song/band etc.]

11. Determines primary issues/plot points/problems that further the OC and developing society

(Can involve subject matter of songs, what the music was originally inspired by, the creator's notes on the song/their personal struggles involved in it, or simple inspiration from the song itself etc.)

12. Determines secondary issues/plot points/problems that further the OC and developing society

(Anything in the song that inspires you/furthers the world that is already made)

13.Determines unique aspects of the world and its inhabitants

(Can be based off of subject matter, lyrics, physical descriptions, cover art, general themes, or simply serve as inspiration for the plot already created.)

This is simply meant as a guide, some songs may not go well with others but that just creates opportunities to mold a unique story from that! None of my prompts are a must and they can be used out of order if you wish. Don't be afraid to go back and change details!

Have fun! Feel free to share results, suggestions, and recommendations if it strikes you!

[ravio-the-cabinet-man]

i discovered How one of my old dollhouses was made. it was cross stitch on plastic canvas, and thats Fascinating. and now i kinda wanna make one too.

also plastic canvas cross stitch lets you make lil boxes and shit and bro i am. im. i wanna make so many little boxes. i wanna make so so many. you can also make phone charms??? thats awesome????

[abernant]

emotionally i oculd never be a writer imagine having an idea and then having 2 build a whole thing around it beforehand 2 make it work i would die simply

[soldier-poet-king]

Ik I said I was gonna channel caduceus and be more chill and kind and loving and determined and idealistic and just *gestures at all the inexpressible things that make him SO relevant to my life philosophy* but tbh becoming flexe-vegetarian BC TUMMY HURT 24/7 was not on my 2023 bingo card

[spiderispunk]

No Hobie Brown fics ????

[paintbrushnebula]

just finished fixing the first verse of a song that's been in development hell for two months. I've been trying and failing to make the melody work over and over but now I think I've finally gotten it to work. here's hoping I dont hate it when I listen back to it tomorrow lol

[mecharlie-fox]

Obey Me: The Aftermath of the Great Celestial War, How Many Seconds in Eternity?

A life this long is a battlefield. A large battlefield – an empty battlefield. Because everyone else, they’re gone.

They’re all gone.

That was the tragedy of an angel named Evangeline. Every name Father chose for his children was a promise. As Lucifer was promised to be the light bringer Michael was promised to be the gift from God, Evangeline was the promise of the gospel – the promise of good news.

Father often knows more than what any living being does in all the three realms. Beings like them were old enough to know that a longer life isn’t always a better one.

It’s easy to believe that time doesn’t pass. The passage of time is an illusion, and life is the magician. Immortality isn’t living forever, young ones. That’s not what it feels like. Immortality is everybody else dying. They’re all dead.

Eva walked through the corridors of their household, a corridor that was once buzzling and loud, filled with cries of happy frustrations, cries, and even laughter. Now she was hearing nothing but silence. She never knew that silence could be so… louder than anything else in the realms combined.

For a large house – it was suffocating for two angels who barely even see each other for a couple of decades. It wasn’t easy, outliving the people they loved. When they died, a part of her died with them. Pain and loss – that defines them as much as happiness and love.

They are ancient creatures. A good death is what all mortals could ever hope for, unless they’re immortal. How many seconds is eternity? Truly?

The hole that they left, she felt it. Every single ounce of it.

And she had to live with that.

“We all carry our prisons with us.” Eva mumbled to herself as she felt the warm wind, holding a silver pocket watch in her hands. Even after a century, she could still hear the screams – it was more than she could count.

“Found you.” Eva turned to where the voice came from, only to feel a finger touching her cheek. She looked up to find Simeon giving a warm smile. “Are you in prayer?”

“No,” Eva answered quietly as she looked at the monument in front of her. A monument surrounded by flowers and pictures of those who have fallen, “I finished my prayers hours ago.”

“May I?”

“Of course.”

Simeon sat down, observing the angel who was staring at the monument of the angels who have died during the Great Celestial War. Those once bright, calm, and joyous blue eyes were filled with nothing but sadness, grief, and loneliness. “Coin for your thoughts, Eva?”

Eva was quiet for a moment.

Simeon was a Seraphim – he knew her schedule day in and day out, just like the rest. He knew that she was down there, wandering along with mortals but never mingled with them. Even when Father heavily forbidden most of their kind – a few were given a chance to go down there to perform their divine duties.

As a Power, as an Authority – Evangeline was one of those few angels who had the privilege to do so. Even when it irks her.

“I… heard something interesting from a human during my last visit.” She answered quietly. Her hands still… fidgeting on the pocket watch.

“What did this human say?”

“He said that humans die twice.” Eva looked up to the Seraphim, as if she was looking for a reaction… an answer to many of her questions. Centuries of living – all these questions but even Father could not provide those answers when she needed it, “he said… once when our breathe leaves our body… and once when the last person we know says our name. What is it like?” She finally asked him. “What is it like to die, Simeon?”

Simeon gently placed his hand onto hers, “only those who have died would know.”

Everybody knows that everybody dies, and nobody knew it like the Powers. Sometimes Eva thinks that angels live too long. She couldn’t recall how long Simeon held her hand from the memorial. He was bringing her home, her hand in his as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Eva didn’t know if Simeon cursed the silence or had learned how to embrace it. She always noted that unlike her brother, Simeon was careful around her. He was choosing his words before saying them, he was choosing when needs to be soft spoken and when he needs to tell her the harsher truths of life. She couldn’t read Seraphim – he was more… complicated to read compared to the rest.

Even Lucifer was easier to read compared to him.

Simeon smiles but it never reaches his eyes. But his hand was always warm, as if he was comforting her in his own quiet way. Even she and her brother couldn’t see each other eye to eye ever since the war.

She believes that none of them understand. That no one would ever understand.

But he did.

Simeon understood every ounce of pain she was going through. The lost of loved ones, the loss of her brethren in combat – he knows that she was always thinking about the day she did it. The day she killed many of their brothers and sisters in a war no one asked for.

The Seraphim wanted to ask his former brother, considering all the causalities, all the pain that was caused – was it all worth it?

The brave and noble Sister Evangeline, she never thought she’d find herself so alone in a world where the sun never sets and yet it feels so dark all the same.

[salsflore]

ummmm