#moth dr gears

[blobee]

Moth

#scp #fanart #scp fanart #dr gears #dr gears bbg #I DON'T CARE ITS NICE #moth dr gears #AHHHHHHH #Shiet I forgort to add an antennae #dang it whatever

[zenythycal]

Quick moth gears before I take a break from drawing for the day! Idea goes to @blobee and yeah moth really fits him! Hope you don't mind we did our Gears!! (Also lmk if you want the tag removed)

#art #zenythycart #digital art #scp #fanart #fan art #scp foundation #moth gears #dr gears #cog #dr charles gears #charles gears #doodle #i might draw more of him when I’m a lil less eepy… #no one ask where his wings are teehee (i forgot them)

[cant-draw-anythin-right]

#scp #scp foundation #scp fanart #dr gears #moth gears again #tw: bright colors #I really like this one ;)

[lepidopterann]

drawing urself w ur f/o is. <3333 very nice

in reality id hate to be held while sleeping but. in theory its nice. 

is weird to draw him w/o glasses

#my art #dr baldhead #im not tagging more than that bc im Shy #but uh #yea <3 #hes very warm so the blanket was to hot and got kicked off. #i do actualyl have a moth plushie irl so ofc #idk if . people can just Hvae Horns in the guilty gear world but #i do not care im cute

[stealingyourbones]

DPXDC Prompt Masterlist #401-450

401. Bat Tutor

402. Time to Give an Old Friend a Call...

403. Wes Weston, Reporter for the Gotham Gazette

404. Unwanted Heirloom: The Ghost King's Contract

405. Danny: CCPN Photographer

406. Danny: Gotham Biochemist

407. New Management and Better Ghost Gear

408. Ancient Flowers for Poison Ivy

409. Fix and Unthaw (Dr. Freeze)

410. Sam finds Injured Jason

411. Dangerous Feedback (GL)

412. Batman took Ghost Drugs

413. Wes Weston finds Jason Todd

414. Magic and Monster Fucker (John Constantine)

415. Glow In The Dark Eyes (Wes)

416. Constantine meets Clockwork

417. Ghostly Wing AU

418. Do Not Enter: Radiation Hazard (DP)

419. Eldritch Dreams and Nightmares

420. Danny is Terry's Dad

421. Jason's Aunt: Sam Manson

422. Jason Watches his Death Again

423. GZ Out of Sync with Reality (Fav Prompts)

424. What a Tall Woman

425. Jason Time Swap AU (Fav Prompts)

426. Jason Rewatches the Titan Tower Incident

427. John Constantine Saves Danny

428. Only Liminal People can see Ghosts. Tim isn't Liminal

429. Danny Possesses Jason's Motorcycle.

430. Killer Moth's Sidekick

431. Impaired Speaking Jason with Ghost Speak (Fav Prompts)

432. Jason and Jazz go to the same Gym

433. Oracle meets Jazz Fenton

434. Danny thinks GL's are Ghosts

435. Maddie is Friends with Jim Gordon (Fav Prompts)

436. Danny owns a DC Character's Soul

437. Tech Disaster

438. Dani meets Dick Grayson.

439. Dick Mistakes Jazz as Babs

440. Billy's Twitch Chat Rants

441. Kwan works in the Wayne PR Dept.

442. Ra's tries to Clone Tim. Instead Teleports Dani

443. Danny meets the Ghost of Robin

444. Twinsies! (Damian and Danny family bonding)

445. Damian gets Revived. Wakes up in GZ

446. Danny is Wayne's Personal Pilot (Fav Prompts)

447. Tim Drake's Secretary: Daniel Fenton (Fav Prompts)

448. Golden Age Superman Meets Danny

449. Dan Phantom and Jason Todd are Bros

450. The Speedforce rejects the GZ

#tried to make the titles more cohesive and easy for you to search for a specific idea #hope this helps and is nicer #bones masterlist #bones prompts #dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc prompts #danny phantom #bones writes

[mothray]

Okay this was my little concept sheet to test out drawing OC. Except then I realized the Venture compound is supposed to in a different state than guild HQ... and internet says they're in COLORADO? This entire time I thought they were at least in New England considering how often they go to NYC even before moving there... and they drove to Don Hell's (seriously what). So I guess she used to live on the compound. - her name comes from obvious moth theme plus Man Ray and raygun (running joke that everyone thinks she's just a huge Godzilla fan). While living on the compound she attended the tag sale and picked up the gun, camera, and cloth for the wings, which are a half-working invisible cloak (hence ending up in the bargain bin). The camera is an old Hasselblad, which she would have geeked out over already, that's been modified to take x-ray photos. - desk job at the guild is boring as hell but she occasionally gets assigned recon missions, sometimes also fairly boring assignments just for archival purposes. Also HC that when Dr Mrs The Monarch joins the council she makes the military outfit of hers a uniform option. definitely friends with Watch and Ward. - she has a bad habit of gearing up and trashing people's homes (and eating their food) when she finds them annoying from tiny things like being a dick to a barista. hoping to never have the behavior noticed by the guild so she's not forced to get an arching license. - she had a run-in with henchman 21 and 24 a looong time ago when she lived on the compound, but ended up on a recon mission together right after the Ventures moved to NYC and Monarch ended up with some shitty unknown arch enemy. They bonded over stupid tales of the compound, and music. So he shows up at HQ a lot when he really does not need to. Both entirely too horrible at this stuff to make a romantic move but they text all the time.

#venture bros oc #vbros oc

[txemrn]

Ricochet

Part IV: "... This Isn't What I Wanted (or Is It Everything?)"

Need to Catch up?

A New Boss (a prequel of sorts)

Part I: “Like Moths to the Flame”

Part II: “So Far Away, but Still So Near”

Part IIIa: “And I Know It Gets Dark…”

Part IIIb: "...But I Know the Way."

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x F!OC (Tatum Erikson); Tobias Carrick x F!OC (Tatum)

Series Music Inspo: Ricochet by Starset (more of an acoustic fan? Check it here.)

Chapter Music Inspo: "Shapeshifting" by Taylor Acorn

Series Summary: Almost two decades ago, he gave love a chance–and she betrayed him. Now after all of this time, Dr. Ethan Ramsey and Dr. Tatum Erikson realize that their past feelings might not exactly be ancient history–especially now that they are forced to work together.

Chapter Summary: Tatum has called for assistance from the main OR, but will they be any help when several emergencies emerge at the same time? Tatum takes courage and finds her voice when she remembers an awful experience; she meets a new, young surgical resident

Warning: 🔞mature audiences only 🔞 TW: dub-con/non-con 🍋; strong depiction of a medical procedure; strong depiction of a medical emergency involving newborn infant and mother; language (including a slur against woman); angst; discussion of infidelity

Word Count: 4300 (+/-)

A/N: Characters and some plot belong to Pixelberry! Not beta'd, so please excuse my errors. Fair warning: this is not my strongest chapter (I mean, it took my FOREVER to actually finish it and post), but I hope you enjoy the journey regardless.

A/N 2: It really has been forever and day, so here's a recap: *clear throat* Previously in Ricochet... Unable to sleep after his encounter with Casey at Raf and Sienna's wedding, Ethan's heads in to the hospital despite it being his day off; after a challenging talk with Tobias about unspoken intentions with Tatum, the chief heads over to the L&D ORs, where he finds a terrified Tatum in the midst of a rare, very lethal surgery, and her hesitation doesn't go unnoticed by the staff in the observation deck as they ridicule the new chief of OB, Tobias being the ringleader of the hate; Ethan sternly bans them from witnessing the once-in-a-lifetime surgery before turning to encourage Tatum in the most Ethan-way possible: with just a look...

~🖤~

Remaining in her sterile surgical gear, Tatum carefully takes a seat on a metal stool, saving her back for the arduous surgery staring at her on the operating table. She anxiously chews on her lip, her eyes darting across her patient's open abdomen before fixating on her fresh set of steel tools. 

The procedure she knows like the back of her hand: clamp, cut, control bleeding. But, with the placenta growing outside of the uterus and into other organs, into the delicate vasculature of the pelvis, it's like going into this surgery blindfolded.

The uterus has to come out–and the patient is well aware of this and prepared. But, this isn't like any other hysterectomy. Will it cost the patient her ovaries? Her bowels and bladder? Her life?

Tatum urgently stands back up, staring at the clock on the wall.  It had been over twenty minutes, and her STAT page was yet to be answered by surgery. Too slow for L&D standards; way too slow for her own standards. And at this rate, the patient’s spinal anesthesia is going to dissipate before they even start. 

Damnit… think, Tatum, think…

She could always page Ramsey.

No.

Tatum refuses to resort to that. Well, not that calling on him for assistance would be the worst thing in the world.  

She had a brief moment of weakness–more like a moment of uncertainty, actually–when she discovered her patient’s unknown lethal condition, and Ethan clearly recognized the fear etched on her face from the gallery; truth be told, the accreta scared him, too.

However, Tatum is a highly skilled physician; her reputation for excellence precedes her. If she needs help, she will ask for it–and she has. 

She's embarrassed that she even needed Ethan's reassurance earlier, even if it was just for that moment, that simple nod of 'I believe in you.'  Sure, it was supportive, and it gave her that extra push she needed to power forward. 

But that look, that damn crystal gaze…

Damnit, why did she have to freeze? It was only for an instant, a very brief second.  Tatum Erikson doesn't need a vote of confidence. Not from anyone, not even from the famous Dr. Ethan Ramsey. She is independently strong, independently capable.

But now, Tatum feels as if she's accidentally exposed a secret side to herself, like her own Achilles' heel; it's quite possible now he knows he still has an effect on her.

Worse, now she knows he still has an effect on her.

She turns to Wanda the charge nurse, who shrugs her shoulders to the physician's unspoken question. 

Tatum takes a deep cleansing breath, trying her best to stay calm.  "Can someone please tell me where the hell is my backup ?"

"Right here, Doctor…"

Hearing the monotoned boredom of an unfamiliar male voice, Tatum spins around to find two gentlemen moseying into her operating room, drying off their hands with blue sterile towels. The tension raking her nerves is instantly relieved, seeing her help arrive.

The older of the men continues. "I'm Dr. Aaron Tanaka, chief of surgery," he nods his head towards the taller gentleman. "And this is one of my fourth-years–"

"Sup?" The young surgical resident smoothly winks at Tatum, popping gum under his mask.

Oh great, a kindergartner… Tatum rolls her eyes as the healthcare team assists the men into their protective gowns. As the physicians roll their gloves over the cuffs of their sleeves, Tatum escorts them over to her patient, catching them up to speed on what has happened so far. Together, Dr. Tanaka and Dr. Erikson develop several plans of how to overcome the patient's lethal risk of hemorrhaging.

"Whoa…" the younger surgeon exclaims, "I have never seen anything like that–"

Tatum clears her throat, glaring at the amateur physician.

"Should I start charging admission?" The patient jokes on the other side of the blue drape, causing the room to snicker loudly. 

Tatum leans toward the young doctor, her tone low and syrupy. And quite sarcastic. “Try not to say everything that pops into that feeble little brain of yours–”  He pops his chewing gum, winking with a finger gun.  Fucking residents…

As the room quiets down, the patient softly whistles to get her surgeon's attention. "Dr. Erikson?" Tatum tucks in her hands, carefully wiggling her body closer to the head of the table to hear the patient clearer. 

"Yes ma'am? You ready?"

The patient lowers her voice. "He's not, eh, doing the surgery, is he?" referring to the surgical resident who was shocked by the scene.

The blonde guffaws. "No, ma'am," she glances back to the young doctor who is now talking cooly with her staff, the nurses dow-eyed and eagerly laughing at everything he says. But suddenly, he fixes his flirty, soft copper eyes on Tatum. His intense gaze fools her into inadvertently staring too long as she begins to take note of his tall, trim physique. He begins to smolder, causing her to turn her attention back to her patient. "H–He's here for… my entertainment."  

“Is he hot? He sounds hot.”  Tatum gives a dramatic wink while her patient shoots a knowing look in return, clicking her tongue and giggling.

“Erikson?” The anesthesthetist breaks her from her reverie, confirming the case status. “We’re ready.”

"Perfect.” Tatum takes her place on a metal step stool, matching her height with her assists. She’s above average height for a woman at five-foot-nine-inches, but still, the men tower over her. She looks around the room with a commanding stance. “Are we set then?" 

"Ready when you are, Doc," Dr. Tanaka affirms, others nodding in agreement.

Tatum cracks her neck, taking a big deep breath. "Okay, then," she exhales, surveying her staff, "now who's ready to have a birthday party?" 

After a few shared chuckles, the patient was safely intubated and given the proper amount of anesthesia. Seeing that she was safely asleep under the appropriate gasses, Dr. Erikson quickly proceeds with her cesarean surgery, and in record time, she delivers a beautiful six-pound, thirteen-ounce baby girl. 

The OB takes the tiny infant in her arms, making cooing noises to welcome the tiny one into the world as she suctions out the mouth and nose with a green bulb syringe.  

But as the birthday cheers begin to quiet down around the room, the situation abruptly becomes dire: the baby is limp, her skin becoming dusky gray at the cut of her cord. Tatum continues to stimulate the baby to breathe with no avail.

"C'mon, baby girl," Tatum's words become gruffly matter-of-fact. She wrestles with her legs, flicking her feet  vigorously with her fingers, but her tiny frame lays flaccid in the physician's hands like a limp fish.

Lifeless.

No cry.

"Nurse?" Tatum urgently calls out, quickly handing off the stunned baby to the waiting NICU staff. "Keep me updated–" she orders as the team hooks the baby up to specialized  monitors, performing the necessary interventions to resuscitate.

Tatum briefly closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before she focuses on the surgery. Opening her eyes, she nods assuredly to Tanaka before continuing. “Pickups.” The surgical tech hands the obstetrician a pair of tissue forceps and a cauterizing tool to continue with her surgery. "I need an update, ladies," Tatum shouts. Her tone is assertive and controlled, commanding and clear. Inwardly she is panicked, but she remains calm, a testament to her leadership skills and her quick thinking.

"We're just past a minute of life. Pulse is 52. Starting compressions… draw up epi… let's get an umbilical line…"

Fuck. Tatum's nerves tangle as she listens to the baby's team of professionals administer medications and physical maneuvers to make her spontaneously breathe on her own. Still, the OB continues steadily and carefully with her surgery, glancing over at the baby every few seconds.

C'mon, baby girl. Cmon. Mama needs you–

Suddenly, a trill of alarms begin to blare rapidly, stealing everyone's attention. Before realizing what had happened, warm, crimson fluid spatters across the surgical field, saturating Tatum's arms, gloves and gown; her mask and shield are covered with blood.

"Erikson!" Shouts the anesthetist, "BP 67/23… heart rate now in the 150s…"

"That vessel on the lateral portion of the accreta blew.  She's bleeding out, Erikson–" Tanaka quickly suctions the field of the pooling blood. "She's getting shocky… and fast. How should we proceed?"

Fuck. Tatum grabs a stack of lap pads and tosses them to the young resident. "We need to find the source of this bleeding." He nods and instantly begins soaking up the copious amounts of fluid with the large, thick pieces of gauze as Tatum explores the body cavity with Tanaka.

"BPs dropping," anesthesia hollers.

"Give me a second–"

"Erikson! She doesn't have a second–"

"Bolus her and mass transfuse four units–" Feeling their stares, Tatum looks up at her concerned anesthesia team. "Now!" She growls, her eyebrows furrowing as she returns to the carnage. "Then cross and match four more units… and buy me a goddamn second!"

Taking a deep breath, Tatum flickers her attention to her assistants, both of them giving her an approving nod.

"Damnit! Dr. Erikson! I can't get this intubation on the baby. We need you–"

"Dr. Erikson! Vitals not improving–"

“Dr. Erikson–!”

“Dr. Erikson–!”

Tatum glances around the room, her paralyzing fear slowing down time. All she can hear is the thunder of her own heart racing, the rasp of her breathing echoing in her head. She sees the concerned faces; she hears the whispers of doubt and concern from her colleagues

She’s losing them. The possibility of losing either of them never crossed her mind, but both? A mother and child? This wasn’t the plan; this was never part of the fucking plan.

The sting of tears pricks at Tatum’s reddening eyes. 

What do I do?... what have I done?

------

The torrential downpour hushes to a dull tapping of raindrops as hollow roars of thunder rumble in the distance; but, the storm was just beginning for Tatum as she lays frozen in her bed, her sanctuary that she shared only with the love of her life.

And now, his best friend.

The room suddenly feels so different, so strange and unknown. It seems so ordinary, no longer special. The warmth of home has melted away, leaving a peculiar chill of unfamiliarity. 

There's a handsome smell, a spicy musk that hangs in the air. But, it’s not Ethan.

There’s a pair of distressed jeans tossed carelessly on the carpet, but the body heat that lingers isn’t from him either.

There’s a set of arms possessively wrapped around her naked body. The skin feels … different. The hair? Different. The actual grip and weight on top of her: it’s different.

It’s not Ethan. 

What have I done? Tatum’s eyes pain with the threat of tears, her chest beginning to rise and fall in search of fresh air, in search of clarity. But with each gasp of a new breath, she quietly whimpers in agony for the ache in her heart. 

She had broken the most precious thing she owned.  That she will ever own.

"You awake?" Tobias croons in her ear as his large hand massages the soft, flat planes of her belly. He tenderly works his way down, his fingers intimately petting her sore, swollen lips between her thighs.

She winces, her toes curling as her body grows rigid from his unwanted touch. She consciously holds her breath, hoping he won't notice her terrified nerves.

"What’s wrong, baby girl?" he whispers, pressing his full lips against her neck, biting at the sensitive area. “Are you needing more already?”

Tatum can feel his heavy erection against her hip, his intentions painfully aware. He slowly rocks himself against her body as if to charm her like a serpent, hypnotizing her to give him exactly what he wants. Another rendezvous; another fuck; another sin.

Desperate for a gentle hand, she foolishly lost herself in Tobias’s caress earlier that evening.  She was vulnerable, inebriated, and lonely.  In her altered mind, even for just a small moment, being in his arms made sense–well, being in someone's arms made sense. She needed Ethan. She was broken and hurt, and she despairingly needed her boyfriend’s love and comfort. 

But, Tobias was there. His words, the look on his face, the heat in his touch: it was exactly what she needed to sooth her wounds. For the moment.

And now, he wants to claim her once more.

Shit, can a woman deny a man if she’s already given in once? Does he have a claim over her, a right, an expectation? The conversation played out in her head: 'You said, ‘yes’ earlier, you tease. You whore…'

Oh God,  would he turn on her? Shame her publicly? Worse, would he tell Ethan before she could… that is if she decided to actually tell her boyfriend–no, she had to, right?  But if Tobias told Ethan before her, would he be honest about what happened? Or would she become another victim of slut-shaming? 'She couldn't be faithful; what else is she lying about?' 

It was one time; it was one mistake. Does that unravel three years of trust? Three years of commitment? Three years of love?

Tatum already knew the answer, and the taste of bile grazes the back of her throat.

She needed to stop this from happening again. But how can she while still protecting herself?

This was a grave mistake…

Tobias gently rolls her over, kissing hungrily against her pout. His tongue swipes across her plump lips, his large hand roaming down the outside of her thigh. But then he stops, sensing her awkwardness. “You okay?” His voice is haunting, dark, his gray eyes piercing her vacant stare.

No. “Uh-huh,” she lies with a nod. The corners of her mouth begin to curl as his hand grips behind her knee, hitching her leg around his waist.  Goosebumps ignite across her skin in betrayal as he pushes himself against her throbbing clit.

Stop, her brain screams.

“Relax, Tate,” he growls before reclaiming her lips, nipping and bruising them. "Let me make you feel good."

Tell him to stop.

“Is this okay?”

No. She reluctantly shakes her head 'yes' in agreement.

He aligns his girth with her entrance, fisting the sheets next to her head as he hovers above her docile form.

Say something! Do anything! she screams to herself, but she is paralyzed by fear. It's more than just the fear of the consequences of what's happening. Tatum is terrified of herself.

Then again, maybe she believes she deserves this. It wasn't going to be pleasurable for her, rather an act of attrition. Maybe that's why her body allowed his advances. Maybe she needed to feel the discomfort as a form of punishment for what she had done against Ethan. Maybe this was a last ditch effort to settle the score, to make things even.

Feeling Tobias's weight begin to push into her, she turns her head to her phone laying on the bedside table, praying for Ethan to call her, text her, anything to interrupt this.

But nothing comes through.

And suddenly, she sobs out a painful moan.

------

“Dr. Erikson—!”  

Say something… Do anything…

Tatum subtly shakes her head, the horrid memory fleeing her thoughts.  The frantic voices of the NICU team pull her attention to the struggling infant. 

“Please, doc, we need this intubation. We don’t have time to wait for our back-up–”

Tatum watches the mother’s abdomen pool with blood before turning a pleading stare to her colleague. “Tanaka–?”

“I’m on it.” He elbows his wide-eyed resident, “Suction.” 

Say something… Do anything…

Seeing the men take over, Tatum instantly rips off her dirty gown and gloves and positions herself at the head of the baby’s bed.  

“Would you like for us to call our back-up?”  The neonatal practitioner urgently interrupts.

Tatum remains silent, seemingly ignoring her. She slides a metal apparatus into the infant’s mouth before guiding a clear plastic tube inside the throat and past the vocal cords. Attaching an ambu bag to the special tube to assist with the baby’s breathing, she watches the tiny chest rise and fall in coordination with the squeezing of the ventilation. Tatum steals a stethoscope from a nearby nurse’s neck and listens closely to the lungs.

“Breath sounds…” she moves the flat, round bell to the other side of the tiny torso, “equal and bilateral.”  Tatum smirks as on-lookers silently praise her with sighs of relief. “Now,” she continues, “get this kid some epi. Oh! And ma’am?” She turns to the practitioner while handing the stethoscope back to the nurse. “I don’t need back-up.”

Slipping back into her sterile apparel, Tatum rejoins Tanaka and his resident, but quickly notices that he still hasn’t been able to find the source of the bleeding. She looks to anesthesia, “Where are we on our blood?”

“The first unit is pouring into her, but–”

“--she’s bleeding it back out–shit!”  Tatum stares at the flood of viscous crimson.

“How would you like to proceed?” Dr. Tanaka questions. “Maybe order some more blood?” 

Tatum thinks in silence, racking her brain for a solution.

“Should we call someone? Maybe someone who knows?” Anesthesia sardonically suggests, earning him a hateful side-eye.

“Maybe you should just plug the hole up with your finger,” the resident chuckles, his attending suddenly glaring in disapproval.  Tatum glances at him, her eyes squinting into a glower as her eyebrows furrow. 

These idiots–

But then she stops. She slowly cocks her head with curiosity as she suddenly considers his words.

Actually… 

"My apologies, Dr. Erikson,” Tanaka interjects. “Perhaps we should–"

“--plug the hole up,” Tatum interrupts the seasoned surgeon, echoing the resident's poor joke, only this time, there is a certainty in her voice. "I’m going in." She instantly sticks her gloved hand into the open abdominal cavity, gently feeling her way around the thick, warm fluid.  

“Dr. Erikson,” Dr. Tanaka chides, “this… is… highly unusual–”

“Just keep suctioning,” she orders, her hands tenderly brushing against the fragile uterus and the delicate vessels.  

Tanaka scoffs, giving a knowing look to a worried anesthesia provider. The tall, young resident looks to his mentor, unsure of what to do… or if there was anything to do.  He nervously looks back to Dr. Erikson, but suddenly his jaw falls open. 

Her eyes are closed.

"Erikson–?" the anesthesiologist attempts to get her attention.

"Give me a sec," she carefully feels her way through the body.

His voice grows frantic. "Her vitals are–"

"Got it!" She instantly peers up at her staff with relief before turning to her tech. Her hand remains deep inside the patient, her arm twisted at an odd angle. "Get me a 3-O vicryl suture on an SH. Now please." 

Tatum works quickly in silence as she temporarily fixes the weak, broken vessel. It wasn't a long-term answer, but this would buy them time to thoroughly clear the area of the accreta while cauterizing the necessary vessels before they performed the hysterectomy.  

"Okay, so–"  She flashes an innocent gaze to anesthesia, batting her eyelashes. "What were you saying about those vitals, doctor?" She's grateful she's wearing a mask to hide her smirk, but she knows her eyes are giving her away.

"Stabilizing, ma'am, uh. Doctor."

Shaking his head in disbelief, Dr. Tanaka suctions to clear the field–and it stays that way.

"How did you know that would work?" The resident questions, his warm gaze fixating on the blonde OB.

Tatum stops, thoughts racing through her mind as she considers her words. She then subtly shakes her head, returning to the operation. "I didn't… but sometimes even when you don't know what the answer is, you just have to do something. It’s way better than nothing."

------

Impressive. That's the word men use when a lady doctor kicks ass. The anesthesia team along with Dr. Tanaka couldn't stop talking about Tatum's heroic move of plugging up the ruptured vessel with her finger–and doing so only by her sense of touch, completely blind. If she were a man, they would've given her a cigar; but to be described as impressive? She knows her battles; she'll take it.

As they transfer the patient to recovery, Tatum takes a moment to herself to bask in the relief of saving a life. Of saving two. She slips back into the sink area to be alone in silence. 

Taking in a deep cleansing breath, she allows her nerves to relax for the first time in several hours. She tightly clenches her watering eyes shut, taking pleasure in the subtle sting of warmth after being in the frigid sterile air.

She grips firmly to the edge of the sink as she wiggles and contorts her body, feeling the sudden release of tension as her joints crack and pop.

She's grateful; she knows the success of the surgery was not by her doing alone. She would never be foolish enough to be that cocky, to truly think that something like this was completely in her control. There's only so much in her power, so much that science and her skills can fix.  But when lives are left to chance, she’s grateful that the gamble fell into her favor.

"Am I interrupting anything?" 

Instantly recognizing the familiar lax vocal timbre, Tatum looks up from the large steel sinks to find the tall, surgical resident, leaning against the doorway outside the operating room.  She smiles appreciatively at him as he takes off his blue mask.

He's young– maybe in his late twenties–and handsome with a natural caramel glow to his skin. The lines of his face are cut sharp, chiseled into perfect angles. He’s slender, but well-toned; his green scrub top pulls snug around the musculature of his biceps. Although his hibiscus-laden scrub cap covers his head, his sun-kissed brunette tresses are pulled back into a tiny ponytail. Most of the hairs, however, have already worked their way out of the elastic, resting on the nape of his neck.

"No," Tatum shakes her head, "not at all."

He steps into the room, casually sliding his hands into his pockets. “Can I just say… that was incredible.”

Tatum stifles a bright smile, feigning nonchalance as she picks at her nails. "I mean–" She glances back up at him, but seeing the glint of excitement reciprocated, she instantly forgets whatever smart-ass comment she was about to make and squeals. “God, that was fucking cool, wasn’t it?”

"The fucking coolest!  One of the most interesting cases I've seen in a while," he sucks in his bottom lip, his dimpled grin plastered wide across his face. "You just…” he snickers under his breath, “wow, I don't see myself forgetting this anytime soon."

Their playfulness quickly vanishes as Tatum catches a hint of something in his tone. Is he flirting? Becoming hyper-aware of his proximity, an err of awkwardness falls between them.  Feeling heat bloom on her cheeks, Tatum quickly attempts to rectify the situation by clearing her throat, rolling back her shoulders to straighten out her back. “By the way, thank you," she starts, "for your help in there with the, uh… with the, um–" Unable to find the right words, she begins holding up her pointer finger, spinning it around in the air. "Um… You know? The whole fingering thing–I mean–"

He chuckles, coyly looking down at the ground before meeting her gaze again, flashing his pearly whites. "Dr. Erikson, are you accusing me of 'fingering' in your OR?"

Tatum's eyes widen. She purses her lips together to stifle her laughter. Oh, so you're a bad kindergartner… "That… that's not what I meant, uh… doctor… um–"

"Bryce," he holds out his hand to take hers. "Bryce Lahela."

Speechless, Tatum mindlessly places her hand in his palm. She clears her throat again as she shakes his hand sternly in a poor attempt of being professional. "Nice to officially meet you--" she states matter-of-factly, "--Bryce. I'm–"

"--going to Donahue's," he interrupts.

 "What?"

He snickers. "You're going to Donahue's for a drink."

"Oh, am I now?"

"You are," he takes a step closer, the front of his Crocs kissing the toes of her tennis shoes. "With me. Those are the rules."

"Rules?"

"Mhmm," he hums as he lifts up her hand. Tatum didn't realize that he was still holding on even after their professional handshake. He points to the small tattoo on her wrist that she normally covers with her watch. "See this right here?"

"My tattoo?" She giggles sardonically to herself, curious as to what line he's about to feed her.

"You're a Virgo," he flashes a smirk, "which means we need to satisfy that impulsive side of yours by grabbing drinks together. In celebration of your badassery today, of course."

"Oh, of course," Tatum jests, pulling her hand away from him. "Too bad I'm not a Virgo," she turns to walk away, but stops herself, glancing back to him. "Also… you suck at astrology," she giggles before walking away from the sink area.

Bryce chuckles under his breath before jogging to catch up with her. "What’s with the Virgo ink then?"

Tatum rolls her eyes, glancing briefly at the collection of connected stars. "Long story–"

"--which… you can tell me… over drinks at Donahue's!" They both fall into laughter as Tatum comes to a stop in the hallway.

"You're not going to let this go, are you?"

"Hey, I wasn't lying about the rules. We have to celebrate."

Tatum looks up and down the empty corridor before crossing her arms, considering his proposition. God, is this what she is resorting to these days? Last night, Tobias and tonight, a resident? Who really is this guy anyway? 

Tatum wasn't sure if he was messy or complicated; but he was gorgeous, and he was available. Maybe. And he wasn't Ethan Ramsey. 

"One drink. As colleagues. That's it."

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Random Thoughts With Me 2: Electric Boogaloo

Without school, I just sit here waiting for a response from the "I DEMAND AND NEED ANSWERS RIGHT NOW" post and do near nothing with the rest of the "httyd class as pokemon types" posts.

I had know idea what I was doing trying to redesign the Violet paradoxes besides Moth, Treads, and Thorns.

Serial Designation-B(adger) Quotes: "If I so much as breath on an organism, in Copper-9, it will end with a critical hit with enough power to overthrow a small government." "This worker drones are dumber than I am, and just a reminder, I have SUB-BRICK INTELLIGENCE." (They are literally going to die from their own stupidity, no Disassembly Drones required)

We know that Cyn's "Absolute Solver" form was animated like Glados, but is there a correlation. Glados hates birds because she was attacked by a crow. In episode 4, Uzi takes the form of a crow to help take Cyn down. Coincidence? I think maybe.

Speaking of Cyn, I have connected dots that shouldn't be there. Cyn's speaking pattern is similar to Dr. Letzshake's from No More Heros. They are both death machines who say their expressions out loud with monotones. Here is an example. *Letzshake just destroyed an untold amount of adversaries in one shot* "Visual sensors suggest carnage levels satisfactory. Who is my next victim. Question mark." *Player character appears* "Surprised gasp."

As a wee lad, I thought there was a connection between Blast Zone and the Gear Golems, especially Fire Gear Golem. I can't be the only one. They are both floating pieces of humanoid armor with their elements flowing though them and has masculine voices. They were also introduced in the same game.

Also as a wee lad, I had a red toy motorcycle that I loved. It looked like a dinosaur or dragon and it had a gun in its mouth, so I imagined it transforming like a transformer. More recently, I thought it was lost media, since I didn't see it anywhere else and the springs where the batteries go were missing, so I had no idea what it sounded like. A few days ago, I learned it was a motorcycle toy from Power Rangers: Dino Thunder. I don't blame myself for not knowing. I grew up on Samurai, Mega Force, Super Mega Force, Dino Charge, and Super Sentai Go-onger.

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Can we get Moth Gears and Wasp Iceberg together?

Of course we can

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*I added his glasses in the second pic. You didn't see anything

#scp #fanart #scp fanart #dr gears #he wants the floof #dr iceberg #moth dr gears #wasp dr iceberg #bugs #ask

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This is where I am putting my posts for my creative writing stuff like aus or original works.

My main account is @jester-writing

Ocs

aus i have here:

Pokemon legends: Arceus/persona 5 crossover au

a persona 5 retelling au with rei as the protagonist

PLA frequency au

Ingo gets yeeted with a radio that is magically connected to the future and more specifically to Johanna (dawn/Akari's mom). they have to work together to make sure Dawn/ Akari doesn't die. timey wimey bs happens

PLA pirate au (somehow this got mixed with dnd)

heavily inspired by JRWI: riptide. Pearl clan are pirates (but don't exactly know what pirates are). Diamond clan is Navy. Galaxy Clan is neutral. Rei is the protag and got isekai'd to the world of hisui and turned into a seal (selkie) by a crab (Arceus)

pokemon/Magnus archives crossover au

post mag-200 au where as the Fears are being spread out into the multiverse, they accidentally get snagged on Akari getting taken to hisui. Arceus notices and tries shaking them off, but that only results in separating Jon and Martin, with jon landing in hisui alongside Akari and Martin landing in Gear Station in modern day.

(also annabelle cane and oliver banks also came along landing in Cogita's house and Modern galar respectively)

the fears are anchored in this world by the Red Sky Incident

au where i put a bunch of funky podcast people in a p5 au

self explanatory read the post to see more details

Mechanism Ingo au

Ingo becomes a mechanism after a zoroark attack thanks to Dr. Carmilla being nearby at the time. he goes on adventures with the mechanisms. plays the cello

(also Gunpowder Tim may or may not be AZ)

Mechanisms/p5 crossover au(s)

not too detailed ideas

Experiment au (pokemon)

easily my most self indulgent au yet

mad science, main ones to blame being Colress, sada, and turo (i love those two but they're evil here) , happens resulting in some people becoming hybrids of pokemon.

trauma abound for everyone

people affected in order: Oliver(Ditto)(he's an oc), Atticus (ditto), Arven(ditto), Akari (eevee), Rei(Honchkrow), Hop(Corviknight), (time passed to next group), Hilda (serperior), Nate(Braviary), and Emmet(eelektross/ a bit of galvantula), (skip to different group), Juliana(Miraidon)(i made enough personality changes that she's now an oc), nemona (slither wing), and Penny (iron moth)

surprising amount of ships (don't ask me when it happened, I don't know)

ghost hand au (totk)

when Link gets his arm cut off and replaced with raruu's, it's a bit ghostly

aka only he and the sages can see it and he can't physically touch things with it

he can still use the abilities though

Origins au (pla)

pla characters suddenly got Origins from the origins mod for minecraft. except for kamado. he's normal

Au where joker (p5) is a Mechanism. (P5 Mechanisms crossover au)

He's an immortal alien, and has never aged past 16 since he was mechanized.

persona and remedyverse crossover au

Dark place is a thing like Metaverse or tv world. Mr. Scratch is a corrupted version of Alan's Shadow. The Treasures are Objects of Power. Christmas eve was a AWE.

feel free to ask questions about these. The inbox is always open for questions

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Little moth Gears (very small too)

Like or reblog to give him a rub!

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Let’s drink -cyanide and happiness

Serial killer 2 - see above (s.a.)

The whack job - s.a.

I killed him -

Big operation

Basebib

Why men have nipples

The badge

The lil‘ Dic‘s

Lovely day

Cloud watching (!!!!!!!!!! A+, genius)

Love story

Don’t stop

Don’t talk + after credit scene

Confession

The old store

Moth man 2

Who is moth man

CPR

The boxer 2

The spotlight

Arts & crafts

Roulette

Sweet flips (“well the mob has spoken. Who am I to judge” said by the judge)

The comedian

The punishment

That’s it

Rainy day

Don’t do it

Totally forgot

Tunnel of Love

Blind date (!!!)

Land ho

Sexy car wash

Sad Larry in love

Lookin good

Something sexy (!!)

The groom

The milkshake

The wire (!!!!)

Stargazing (!)

Pie

Dead

What I fear most (!!)

The wardrobe ?

The farmer

Occupied

Pool party

Spider facts

Squeaky clean

The sniper (!)

Winning numbers (!!!!)

The delivery (!!!)

The bouncer (!!!)

Step dad what are you doing?

Go to bed

The narc knight: tattle begins

Coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee coffee

Senor leanfist (!!!!)

Not Toy Story

Easiest job in the world (!!)

Where’s mom (!!!!)

Holy toast

Ed gein’s dream house

Gear up (!!!!!)

Happy hour

Jesus Christ supersoldier

What to do when you’re late

Free shirts (!!!!!!!!)

Pill poppin pals

Spider dudes big day

Ghost cops

The prostethic

Alien

Monkey paw (!!!!!!)

Out of order (!!!)

Eggs

Final words (!!)

Dead

The Beard (!!)

Werewolf (!!!)

The funeral

Globe-o-rangers /2

John Batman 3: Just us friends (“Wow-a-woman”)

The asteroid

Noisy neighbours (!!!)

Lab results (!!!!!)

Rainy day (pretty fucked up)

The renaissance man: part 1

The cowboy funeral (!!)

The homestead

Seriously (!!!!!!!)

The Shelter

Good dog

The rubber part 1

Ladder part 3 (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Junk mail (the absolute pinnacle of comedy.!!!!!!!)

Vending machine

Robbery

Waiting for the bus (wow. But good. And fucked up. Emotional.)

Pull my finger (!!)

Step on a crack

The invention

Don’t talk (!!!!!)

Something spacey

Daydreaming (!!!!!!!!!)

Humperdink university (!!!)

I killed him (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Stevipusly on StevieMcShortstuff (!!)

Phone call (!)

When will it end (!!!!!)

The punishment (probably already on the list but it’s really good)

Arts & crafts (+ after credit)

Sweet flips

Exit (!!!!!!!! + after credit)

The man who could sit anywhere (!!!!!!!)

The park (1-3)

The extinction

Clownterview

Donovan duck (!!!!!!)

Bowling night

Repulsel

Haunted

The view

Loose tooth

Something series (like something scrumptious) (!!!!!!)

Lunks balanced breakfast

Making out (!!)

The ER visit (oooooffff)

(Gym class)

The farmer

Coffee

Rudy “it’s a bitch ass life” (!!!!!) plus after credit scene

What’s up doc

The fire whisperer (!!!!!)

Goin down (after credit scene !!)

Wishes (!!!!!!!)

Dr. Realdoctor

Public speaking (!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Sunlight (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Quarterly report (!!)

The cup (!!!)

Nerd Camp (!!)

The joke book (not very funny)

Fart in a jar Martin

The truth about first class

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Wisdom of the Creatives | From the Archives

By Alan Lake

Long perched upon my living room table is a book gifted to me by an old friend called The War of Art, a play on Sun Tzu’s Art of War—only geared toward the creative process. Glancing through it once again this New Year's Eve, putting it down I resolved to seek more inspiration in my life, which in turn makes me more creative in my own life. “In pursuit of joys untasted,” from Verdi’s La Traviata sums it up nicely.  With this in mind, I thought it might be interesting to ask some of my more creative friends their viewpoint on the subject. Impulsively, phone calls were made and emails were sent to a group of people that make my life richer with their presence—musicians, inventors, photographers, chefs, record producers, authors, filmmakers, scientists and then some. Tasking them to give me a comment/thought/impart wisdom about creativity-their responses are below.

I’ll start:  I love when concept and execution are simultaneous—when I think of something to play and am already doing it. A musical moneyshot. Creativity is like a muscle; the more you use it, the bigger it gets. No guarantees on meeting the muse, but if you keep showing up, after a lifetime, your chances improve. Creative disciplines are similar in that way. Most people draw like a child because that’s when they stop drawing. As a musician and chef, people often ask me about my cooking, which reminds me of my music and parallels it so naturally that I made up my own word to describe it. “Jazzfood:" Solid technique coupled with tasteful improvisation. That would be me.

Stephen Sayadian (aka Rinse Dream) — Filmmaker, creative director, set designer, writer, satirist, surrealist. Besides winning a dance contest at my bar mitzvah, his work includes directing Cafe Flesh, Dr. Caligari and Nightdreams, and production design for the 90s television series Silk Stalkings. Stephen was fêted with a retrospective of his work at the L’ Étrange festival in Paris a few years back. 

"Creativity, n. The essence of life. When it’s over, you're dead."

Jerry Stahl — Novelist, journalist, screenwriter. Stahl’s work includes Permanent Midnight, Perv, A Love Story, I Fatty, Happy Mutant Baby Pills, Alf, thirtysomething, Moonlighting, Twin Peaks, CSI, New York Times, Esquire, Playboy and winner of The Pushcart Prize for fiction. This clip of him from the Moth says it all:

"Creativity is what artists have to keep from blowing strangers' brains out—or their own."

Larry Kopald — Larry has been an Executive Creative Director for some of the world's leading ad agencies, working with Nike to Coke to McDonalds and Mercedes. Today he heads up Kopald/Stranger in Los Angeles, a change agency that helps companies and governments create positive social change while achieving their core objectives. He‘s done environmental communications for the Olympics and the United Nations, serves on the board of the Museum of Broadcasting, is a member of the Television Academy and has been nominated for Grammy and Emmy Awards. In junior high, there were three drummers. Larry and I were two of them. His family owned Dad’s Root Beer here in Chicago and the word “mensch” has a picture of him in the dictionary.

"Wikipedia defines Creativity as 'a phenomenon.' James Michener says it occurs when you 'stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood appear on your forehead.' My guess is most creative people would agree with both of them. Anyone can come up with a creative idea once in awhile, but doing it consistently means drawing blood. It means hours or decades of experimenting, studying what’s already out there in the big world to make sure you’re not replicating and building up such trust in your internal pathway from your head to your heart that you let the car go back and forth on its own. It’s an immensely, intensely personal achievement. Kind of like being all alone on a deserted island and finally reaching that itch in the middle of your back. Ahhhh..." 

Mark Panick — Musician/singer/songwriter from Bonemen of Barumba, Razorhouse and Black Friars Social Club. Here’s a video of his I quite like:  

"My inner 12-year-old is in charge of my creativity. He's not always amenable to company but I try and create an environment he feels comfortable in. Hoping that he'll show up more often than not. The whole fill the well and then disgorge the well allegory works for me. And as long as I am moving my skills forward, the rest seems to fall into place. Having some discipline certainly helps too. 

Victorrio Giustino — Writer, poet, historian, media commentator, radio talk show host knower of all things Chicago. 

"Lord lift the creativity of the child in my heart, head in hands, not be chained by adulthood. The clock of creativity never stops. Don’t let outside forces steal your creative spirt. Season creativity into the soup of life so those that taste it will grow. 

Robert Smyth — Inventor/engineer/developer of power supplies for aircrafts, submarines, missile launchers, M1 tanks and my favorite, a solar powered boat he built in his garage and tested in his pool. When one of the submarines he worked on surfaced at the North Pole and radioed back, “On top of the world,” his reply was “Then steer South." A poignant, decadent, mofo 'tis he.

I think creativity is something born out of an aberrant brain condition, as I notice that the majority of people are not creative They just do what they are taught to do and nothing more.  As an engineer, most of my creative ideas are born from observation and laziness combined.  I see something and sense that there is an easier way to achieve whatever it is. Most of all, to be creative you need to have imagination with no boundaries. 

Hegina Rodrigues — Brazilian outsider artist 

"My quest is to paint intangible feelings- to illustrate the inner distortions of our emotions."

Patrick Leonard — Pianist, songwriter, record producer, childhood pal and suggester of the book that inspired this piece in the first place, The War of Art. Pat has worked with a who’s who of rock 'n' roll that includes Leonard Cohen, Bryan Ferry, Madonna, Elton John, Roger Waters, David Gilmour, Jewel and Rod Stewart.  

"When my old friend Alan Lake emailed to ask if I could write a few thoughts on creativity, I suddenly felt less creative and more confused than usual. First, there are questions: Are we born creative? Is creativity a qualitative attribute? Does creativity relate to art and, if so, what does that relationship look like? Is a creative person necessarily an artist? Is art always creative? Is it possible to be ultra creative and not be an artist, or to be an artist without possessing any creativity? When a child is created, are its parents then creative? Is the child art? A photo is snapped on an iPhone and edited to a striking sepia tone on a free app... creativity? Someone downloads music software, then drags and drops their very own selection of loops to a player, hits the spacebar, and music emerges from the computer.  Is this creativity or more like birth, sans the beauty? These are questions that come to mind. 

My personal definition of creativity has become very blurry in the last decade or so, and I don’t expect that it will refocus itself anytime soon. It seems that egalitarian creativity has become a new truth, and it’s sheer folly to expect mankind to redefine the word in the name of justice for at least a hundred years or so. An apology to my fellow man, but we know how we are. This poor old word is failing to mean anything and, though it’s a noble and worthy cause to revive it, the result would inevitably be only as good as our iPhones would provide. Maybe it’s best to wait for the iPhone 6, or what I’m sure will be the even greater, iPhone 7. 

Bottom line: without some creativity your food is bland, your house is boring, your music library came complete with your iPod and your sex life sucks… but your children are still beautiful. What a world."

Bill Bartolotta — Bill is the principal of esam l.l.c., a firm that delivers mighty solutions through multiple mediums. In addition, he keeps awake by doing creative direction/stage design for Tedx Midwest and Chicago Ideas Week and is creative advisor to the Museum of Contemporary Art’s events and entertainment.  He’s also a badass musician.

"5 on creativity—I attempt to say them as me wishing i offer them differently enough to be worthy of someone’s time to read them: 1. Creativity is an urge to express one’s singular understanding of a soul or of a specific incident whether person creature plant mineral or other art is a byproduct of a successful urge delivery. 2. Ion charges for creativity impression aspiration perception conception 3. Assuming creativity—who we are is our best gift to the universe—our best gift from the universe—we may choose who we are—igniting our intention to seek the multitudes within us accepting intuition while listening to the multitudes imagining the possibilities we may evolve to acting upon those which unfold our purpose lead us to understanding ourselves—understanding who we are offers the best of our best gift to the universe—understanding who we are is the best of our gift from the universe—acting on who we are allows us the opportunity to consciously bring our genius to enjoy each and every day which in turn extends joy to all. 4. Method of creativity express do not inform. 5. Secret of creativity good working thoughts exceed the mysteries of faith.

SANDRO — A photographer and filmmaker whose editorial work has been featured in The New Yorker, Time, Forbes, Wired, GQ and Newsweek, and winner of the Saatchi and Saatchi Best New Director Award at the Cannes International Festival of Creativity. Nikon gave him a new camera to test and told him to put it through its paces to see what it could do. Here it is:  http://vimeo.com/36345294 

"Creativity to me is like a heart beat, without it your dead!"

Jon Langford — A Welsh expatriate residing in Chicago, Jon is a musician (Mekons, Waco Brothers) a Bloodshot Records recording artist and a painter. 

"Sometimes great ideas just fall out of the sky, songs appear in a matter of moments fully realized almost like somebody else wrote them but you'd be a fool to sit around waiting for that to happen. The creative process is hard work, a constant and rigorous conversation or physical interaction with the people and ideas in the world around you. Shun all solitary navel gazing. There are always tricks and techniques to get creative muscles to flex and when the juices flow the faucets may not be easy to shut off. Keep a pencil by the side of your bed."

Jonny Stax — Founder and president of Jonny Stax, Inc. His primary interest is supporting people in the creation process of new businesses, art works, social justice campaigns, and educational curriculum. Clients include Chicago Children's Theatre, Test Positive Aware Network, Chicago Department of Public Health and Chicago Public Schools.

"I think it's important to look at the root of creativity, which is creation. The creation process is making something new out of what exists. This happens in every field and not just the arts. I see actions as either creation, execution, or evaluation or making something new, making something happen again, or learning from something that was made."

Don Hall — Storyteller, cultural organizer, events producer, provocateur, podcaster, actor, director.

"Creativity is a habit. The unicorn dust theory of creative thinking is that if you clear your mind and wait, inspiration will come. Which is horseshit and merely fodder for self-help books. There is no new idea on the planet so making the combinations happen as a habitual practice guarantees that eventually you will see inspiration in the constant wash of crap. Diamonds in the rough; needles in the haystack.

Jason Vincent — Executive chef/co-owner Giant, Chicago  

"Creativity can be measured by the life cycle of a cronut. Or, more specifically, by the life cycle of the idea of a cronut. You have a moderately cool idea, the right people say that it's a better than average idea, the masses say that it's brilliant, the universe continues to exist when your next moderately cool idea is moderately cool. My point isn't to hate on cronuts... I'm just saying that creativity is the one drug that you need a host and a partner for.  If you're creative and alone, who gives a shit? You need someone else to tell you that what you've created is amazing or else you won't want to do it again. But, when a few people tell you that what you're doing is great... All the common sense in the world won't help you. No matter how many little angels appear on your shoulder to tell you that "It could be better. It's not your best work. It sucks."  That little fucking devil telling you not to worry about it. What's next? What's new? Creativity is a PR stunt. I'd rather see the forest."

Ian McDonald — Musician, multi instrumentalist, songwriter, producer, founding member of King Crimson and Foreigner. McDonald wrote In the Court of the Crimson King and 21st Century Schizoid Man, both revolutionary for their time. The sax in T. Rex’s Bang a Gong? That’s Ian also. The guy virtually invented a genre of music with a few of his friends. A huge influence on me musically, it’s been an honor to work with and call him friend.

"Creativity is discovery: finding something that wasn’t there before..."

Mike Nagrant — Chicago food writer and critic, contributor to the James Beard award-winning Alinea cookbook.

"Creativity is mostly about discipline, the discipline to sit down, the discipline to think, the discipline to avoid doing stuff other people have done a hundred times. There's not as much genius in creativity as there is the mark of really hard work."

JC Brooks — Lead singer of Bloodshot Records soul band JC Brooks and the Uptown Sounds and a trained actor. Here’s their excellent cover of the Wilco classic I Am Trying To Break Your Heart.

"For me, creativity is a really specific mind-space that it can sometimes be hard to enter. When I'm there, I'm constantly inspired and I can apply my creativity to almost any discipline, but when I'm not, my challenge is trying to find an in-road to it—almost like a self-hypnosis or guided meditation, but it can be tricky and doesn't always take. I guess my biggest challenge sometimes is just being okay with waiting for the state of creativity to settle into/onto (?) me again without pushing too hard to get there. If I really push for it I just get frustrated and pretty-much insure that I won't get there. This all only applies when I'm working alone. When I'm working with a partner or in a group it tends to come more easily."

Subha Das — Associate Professor of Chemistry, Carnegie Mellon University, creator of The Kitchen Chemistry Sessions, a course that uses food and molecular cuisine to teach the concepts of chemistry and science.

"Creativity is the ability to conceive and realize the juxtaposition or combination of disparate things in a new, often unexpected way. The creative concept or act is spontaneous or organic but (I believe) arises from and belies at least a fair amount of mastery over what is traditional or the norm."

John Sinclair — Poet, writer, political activist and Radio Free Amsterdam disk jockey (where he resides). Sinclair managed the MC5 and led the White Panther Party. John Lennon wrote a song about him when he was sent to prison for giving two joints to an undercover cop. 

"I just try to do the best I can with what the spirits give me to work with."

Jason Brock — Award-winning writer, editor, filmmaker, composer, artist.

"In its most essential form, creativity is making the divine out of the mundane. It is taking the fundamental life force of the human spirit and resolving that unfocused energy into something akin to the spiritual. Shamans were often catalysts of this nature in pre-religious contexts. In more organized societies, religion has attempted to channel energy of this nature with decidedly mixed results, often heaping upon the creative impulse the added burdens of castigation and humiliation, lest the individual attempt to take their (rightful) place amongst the gods.

Just as one need not believe in a godhead to live a moral and righteous life, one can be a creative without the insufferable tyranny of an organized gathering of impotents taking umbrage at every word written, every stroke painted, every dish prepared, every frame captured.  

We are the authors of our lives and the masters of the final outcome, not the politicians or religious leaders of the moment. To understand that takes courage, passion, skill, talent and inspiration, otherwise we are all doomed, in the words of Thoreau, to lead "lives of quiet desperation." And then the grave, followed by the unknown.  

Why not take one's life and steer it, rather than listen to the protestations of less valiant persons hiding from the possible?"

Karen Page & Andrew Dornenburg — Authors and winners of two James Beard Awards for The Flavor Bible and Becoming a Chef. Here’s a link to an interview I did with them a few years ago.

"People describe a certain dish as "creative," when what they really mean is "eccentric" or "unusual." Are fruit-flavored caviar-like spheres really creative? We'd argue that true creativity not only expands the boundaries of what came before it, but does so in a way that adds value. 

In summation I think it’s safe to say that a creative’s worldview is different than most. One can do worse than having an imagination with no boundaries or doing the best with what the spirits give you to work with. Lots of golden perspectives here. May they inspire you to create your next masterpiece (or three). And don’t forget to keep a pencil by your bed.

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Alan Lake is a chef, musician, writer, reprobate and lover of all things beautiful and delicious. Author of The Garlic Manifesto and the soon to be published Home Cookin'. He’s also won numerous awards, professional competitions and distinctions. Friends describe him as talented, tough, comical and egotistical with a mushy center that often smells of garlic. He views his food as he does his music and writing, and has been known to bust a pout if subpar in any way.

#creativity #art #music

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Bo

Shady part of me

Penny(real name not known yet)

Shade(penny's shadow)

Psychonauts

Raz

Cookie run kingdom

Strawberry cookie

Wizard cookie

Latte cookie

Squid ink cookie

Chili pepper cookie

Red velvet cookie

Poison mushroom cookie

Sherbet cookie

Eclair cookie

Lilac cookie

Pomegranate cookie

Dark Enchantress cookie

Frost queen cookie

Werewolf cookie

Madeleine cookie

Half-avocado cookie

Wild strawberry cookie

Dr. Bones cookie

Rambutan cookie(Millennial path finder)

Churro cookie (Millennial Forest guardian)

Bellflower cookie

Wildberry cookie

Financier cookie

Clover cookie

Pastry cookie

Cauliflower cookie

Cotton cookie

Popping candy cookie

Mulled Juice cookie

Black garlic cookie

Blueberry cookie

Bumbleberry cookie

Cream unicorn cookie

Peach cookie

Plum cookie

Moon rabbit cookie

Tea knight cookie

Shining glitter cookie

Vagabond cookie(vagabond dragon cookie)

Rebel cookie

Lilybell cookie

White lily cookie

Peperoncino cookie

Habanero cookie

Marigold cookie (oc)

Cherry choco cookie (oc, i guess?- i dunno-)

Diablos cookie (oc)

Vanilla bean cookie(oc)

Licorice root cookie(oc and ship child)

Black rose cookie(oc)

Nightshade cookie(oc)

Duel rose cookie(oc)

Sun guardian cookie(oc)

Twisted taffy cookie(oc)

Blueberry cream cookie(oc)

Pomegranate serpent cookie(oc)

Radiant moth cookie(crossover character)

Mocha cookie(oc)

Raspberry heart-card cookie(oc)

Cherry diamond-card cookie(oc)

Blackberry clover-card cookie(oc)

Elderberry spade-card cookie(oc)

Toffee gear cookie(oc)

Mechanical key cookie(oc)

White moonstone cookie(oc)

Black moonstone cookie(oc)

Lavender tea cookie(oc)

Sapphire choco cookie(oc)

Cracked blue choco(oc)

Sun lemon cookie(oc)

Bright orange cookie(oc)

Bitter lime cookie(oc)

Fruited jam beast(oc)

Mixed berry cookie(oc)

Spiced jam beast(oc)

Spiced citrus cookie(oc)

Frosted jam beast(oc)

Frosted Spearmint cookie(oc)

French vanilla cookie(oc)

Sweetened vanilla cookie(oc)

Divine vanilla cookie(oc)

Green opal mushroom cookie(oc)

Black planchet cookie(oc)

Dark crescent dragon cookie(oc)

Celestial rose dragon cookie(oc)

Black ice cookie(oc)

Quetzal cookie(oc)

Albino peacock(oc)

Starlight cola cookie(oc)

Dreamworld cola cookie(oc)

Wisteria cookie(oc)

Coffee Macaron cookie(oc)

Pineberry jam cookie(oc)

Isobeyaki/ Sake dragon cookie(oc)

Gold leaf dragon cookie(oc)

Uni cookie(oc)

Moon cake cookie(oc)

Tanghulu cookie(oc)

Lotus blossom cookie(oc)

Darkness cookie(oc)

Glazed churro cookie(oc)

Cinnamon swirl cookie(oc)

Popping boba cookie(oc/shipchild)

Mint cream cookie(oc)

Adventure time

Marceline

Demon slayer

Tanjirou Kamado

Rengoku

Mitsuri

Bound

The princess aka "Helidox"(fan-given name)

The owl house

Hunter

Gus

Willow

Luz

Amity

Collector

Camila

Vee

Murder drones

Prototype: Ace(oc)

Prototype: Topaz(oc)

NON FANDOM CHARACTERS:

Keeper

Entity 9U1LT

#jsab #just shapes and beats #hollow knight #ori and the blind forest #puppeteer #Lumione(game) #Have a nice death #Bo #asks #ask blog #multifandom blog #multifandom ask blog #shady part of me #psychonauts #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #latte cookie #wizard cookie #chili pepper cookie #strawberry cookie #squid ink cookie #red velvet cookie #adventure time #marceline #bound(game) #BOUND

[vinyls-and-valentines]

WKIL has aired for many years and the words of those who've aired on it— regularly or just to fill dead air— have stuck with listeners regardless of whether they were solemn or lighthearted in their intention. One of the most well-known examples is Dr. Death Defying's reminder that "out here in the Zones your shadow lives on without you".

It's a comforting notion— knowing that even after you're dusted you won't have completely disappeared— but what about those who no longer have a shadow? Or the shadows who no longer have someone to be? See, the Zones have never been quite right ever since the Helium Wars, and they're by no means a stranger to death, so it's only natural, every now and then, to hear about folk coming back not-quite right themselves— or rumors of it, at the very least.

One of the infamous shadow-less people is Tommy Chow Mein, a shopkeep with a fondness for plants to size of your thumb and an affinity to hearing even deft hands messing with his wares. Some say he was cursed by the Witch after trying to sell something she'd left for the mourning crew of a fallen 'joy, while others argue the key to the mystery lays somewhere in the recesses of the Doctor's mind. Regardless of which is truth and which is not, one thing is undeniable: even when standing in the doorstep of his shop, hollering after some hooligan who'd thought they were smart enough to fool him with paper clips and bottlecaps, there's not a shadow cast by him in sight.

Another such strange individual is Mad Gear, though knowing of their shadow or lack there of would perhaps imply remembering the Zone rock star as something more than a vague sense of recognition after running into someone you could swear you've seen before. "I have one of those faces," he once said, taking a long drag of a cigarette artfully balanced between her fingertips— or was it sloshing around an ember-colored drink? Maybe just blowing a bubblegum balloon... memories always get fuzzy when ze is involved, but party-goers never complain— too caught up in their youth and hearts beating so loud they make the ground below them thump in turn to notice anything wrong about the singer standing on the stage like a mirage.

The last people you'd expect to be included in the Witch's list of exceptions would be two sisters— both 13, and dressed in faded summer dresses with ripped leggings underneath— who sell zines, pins and right about anything else any wistful fan who wishes they were in the place of their favourite bands for even just a minute or someone looking to get hooked into the Zones' mainframe might want. At first glance, there's nothing inherently off about the Finch sisters, though their business practices are more than commendable and words wise beyond their years, but as time goes on they seem to simply not follow it. The girls have been 13 ever since the Helium War and, as far as they're concerned, they'll continue to be indefinitely.

As for lost shadows, there's plenty roaming around—the Zones are kind, sure, but kindness does not always grant safety— the most well-known one being a Zone 5 resident, drawn like a moth to the flame in a more literal than figurative way (although definitely more human than moth). They have no name beyond the characters they seem to play with the conviction of a trained actor and the appearance of a soldier anxiously waiting to return home. They are King Lear and Dionysus, Peter Pan and Faust, Gregor Samsa and Guy Montag— a living library of forbidden knowledge as much as a self-writing tragedy about a fading storyteller desperately trying to be remembered by the tales they've guarded so dearly in their lifetime.

The desert is a strange place, though perhaps the longer you live under the burning of its sun and gentle caress of the wind you too become strange, much like the killjoys' beloved Fabulous Four whose shadows only seem to shrink as the one of the kid they're fostering only gets larger, as if anxiously awaiting the day it'll have to hide her away from the scouring gaze of the world

#thought dump time! :) #killjoys #danger days #tommy chow mein #dr. death defying #mad gear #killjoy ocs #the fabulous killjoys #the girl #zone headcanons #headcanon #ttlotfk #death #unreality #long post #danger blogs: the true posts of the fabulous que

[cosmicsodacan-art]

SCP Foundation? Nah, man. SCP Institute.

I had the idea for this for awhile, but then I saw that @existentialterror is a fan of tma and I decided I had to draw it out.

Ramblings about AU shenanigans under the cut!

Bear with me if none of this makes any sense, this is purely me gushing about two things that I love very much gfjdsaljf.

The Foundation is incredibly similar to the Magnus Institute! It’s an organization that operates under the guise of wanting to help/study/etc, but it’s really just a means of feeding the Eye. Staff members of level 2 clearance or lower are more often than not unaware of what’s really going on. Many of the supernatural traits displayed by senior staff are explained away as anomalous and just a part of the job.

The Brights are all avatars of the Eye. In terms of Jack specifically, he body-hops Jonah-style after a Ritual gone wrong. 963 was the centerpiece, so it was swept under the rug as a containment breach with unintended side effects.

Clef is an avatar of the Spiral and touched by the Hunt. True to original lore, nobody knows exactly how Clef became an avatar, but the fact that he’s aligned with the Spiral and Hunts other Spiral entities is the topic of lots of speculation. His music is hypnotizing and god awful all at once. 

Kondraki is an avatar of the Corruption. 408 is just the tip of the iceberg, he actively attracts butterflies and moths. He’s crawling with the things almost 24/7, and there’s always some sort of chrysalis or cocoon hanging off of the brim of his hat. Since becoming an avatar, he drinks a lot of sugar water, but otherwise needs very little sustenance or sleep. Seeing him in his office at 3 am staring into nothing has commonly been described as ‘fucking creepy.’

Gears is an avatar of the Lonely and touched by the End. Naturally, as per existing lore, Gears is very robotic due to his work at the Foundation. As a result of an encounter with an End entity (an Endtity, if you will), Gears’s emotions began to dull themselves more rapidly. His growing inability to display empathy was like a beacon to the Lonely, and he plunged into the fog that now constantly fills his office. Iceberg is one of the only people that has a chance of pulling him back out.

TL;DR: Bright is Diet Jonah Magnus, Clef is a chaotic Spiral-Hunter, Kondraki is a bug boy man, and Gears needs a hug.

If anyone is interested, I’d be happy to expand on this with some other characters! :)

#heehee this was fun to draw #esp as a way to let off some steam. lotsa personal shit yknow? #so yeah. take this ghfjsdkafjh #dr bright #dr clef #dr kondraki #dr gears #scp foundation #scp wiki #scp fan art #magpod #magnuspod #alternate universe #the magnus archives