#little burst of inspiration

[bradshawsbaby]

Under the Tuscan sun with Professor Bradley 🧡

My second mood board inspired by The Odyssey by @sunlightmurdock

#had a little burst of inspiration last night #bradley rooster bradshaw #professor bradley #the odyssey #rooster mood board #miles teller #bradshawsbaby mood board

[swordheld]

how did u choose your username?

oh, this is a fun one!! i think i considered being swordtold at first, for that very ancient myth vibe of the sword being this narrative tool for adventure and structure and physical time, the parable being passed down through the centuries until it meddles into modern day rhetoric and ideology – a kind of fantastical tool, a spark of magic, of possibility.

i like the arc of the story of a place being physical / having it be held by time and hand alike, wearing with the years and having it become something different to each holder, each reader, each experience fantastical and individual.

having that kind of physicality to it; swordheld is the action of taking up and holding the sword yourself, choosing your own narrative, leading your own story. self-identity has always been something i struggle with (a novel concept i know, i know), so it felt right for this blog, since most of my older blogs before this one have been just me silently reblogging and never really posting anything myself, and i wanted this to be the change to that.

i've always had trouble wranging my social anxiety, esp. on the internet, and previously thought that keeping my words to myself helped keep the timeline cleaner, in a way, no messy thoughts for others to sort through, especially ones i believed no one would want to read anyway? but it never felt right, keeping myself apart from it all, esp. not in the way i so avidly enjoyed reading others' posts and additions, keeping their words close to my heart.

i wanted it to reflect that this was a space i was holding for myself? and i'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but this - this i think i got right. i love being here, on this blog, and the joy that it brings me. everyone else enjoying it too has been a wild ride that i never expected, and still surprises me, one that brings a little extra thrill to my heart whenever i think about it.

i had other urls that i liked, but i didn't want this blog to be tied directly to any of my fandom/story interests, since i wanted it to really just be a sort of archive of artistic inspiration and resource, like a little library or museum. i use them now as lil sideblogs of more niche interests now, which is rather lovely.

it hasn't always felt like it fit perfectly, the way that i'd like, but for some reason i can't think of really wanting to change it anytime soon. it feels mythic yet modern in a way that feels like puzzle pieces finally slotting into their place, something my own and inspirational to me, like a lantern i'm holding to make my way by. my own kind of light, if that makes sense – a star i know by name.

#q&a. #birdsong. #all of this is truly just a way to say: it's your blog! it's your party! do what you like if it makes you happy!! (and doesn't hurt anyone! #live your dreams!!!!!! do your own thing truly it is worth it. which feels silly and cheesy inspirational talk vibes but u kno. it's right #thank u for ur question tho !!! it's been so long that i don't really remember exactly what the beginning of it all was? #it wasn't always my url for this blog esp. in the beginning but i've forgotten what that was ghjk so sorry dear anon ! #like little flashes of a story in my memory i have to make out / like steam or fog on a window pane. blurry and unclear? #but now it feels more intentional / almost like watercolor! something that mixes itself into a new thing; bright and bursting w/ it all. #i hope this answers ur question nicely all the same tho <3 #i always on habit write out lantern as lanturn so this is an unintentional shout out to one of my fav pokemon love u lanturn !! #some of these things i truly do just write out bc i know it'll make me laugh later if i ever come back to it. lil joys for ur future self ! #and that IS a reference to the dickinson poem ' i am out with lanterns looking for myself ' it is in my brain always ! ! thank u ! !

[horizon-penblade-art]

well dang, they weren't lying, that false really can symmetry

#forgive the messy quality i made this in the last hour or two in a burst of ADHD-fueled inspiration #falsesymmetry #mcyt #hermitcraft #empires smp #empires x hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft fanart #i remembered to upload this on the right blog first! *does a happy little dance* #for any DSMP refugees whose favorite storyline was ranboo's enderwalk stuff #boy do i have a recommendation for you #(it's empires false. the recommendation is empires false.) #tfw you got your memories wiped by your alternate dimension self #tfw you wiped your alternate dimension self's memories #my poor little meow meow

[shrimpchipsss]

scenes from the queen of attolia, to the tune of florence + the machine girls against god 

#had the idea for these the day girls against god came out #started drawing them that week #bless florence for the burst of inspiration i lost my mind for a little while #thought about arranging these in chronological order but i like this too #attolia irene #the queen of attolia #eugenides #the queen's thief #megan whalen turner #tqt

[onearmedlegend]

I’m just imagining that Billy’s finally free of his father’s clutches; he’s gone to jail. The Mind Flayer is gone. Max was invited to the Byers for what they called a family dinner. But what didn’t make sense was that people unrelated to them were there? The little Byers’s friends and big Byers’s girlfriend. Oh, and the Police Chief. And Harrington. Basically everyone who hated him, great.

Except for that weird girl El. Who helped him more than he can ever say.

Max said she wanted to go, and Billy had no problem with that; there wasn’t a horrendous ‘curfew’ to be home by anymore. There wasn’t going to be any slurs and punches and throws and things (Billy) thrown around if they were late anymore. No skipping school for injuries or pretending bruises were from someone on the basketball team anymore.

But people were still scared of Billy around town. They knew of his father’s actions and were worried he’d be the same. Or they looked at him with pity as if they had any idea what happened between closed doors.

What used to be unfiltered, flirtatious, and longing stares and empty conversations—now were rapid flashes of glances before scurrying away to the safety of their homes. As if Hawkins was safe. Everybody was too scared to be out on the streets for too long before something in the nights, or god forbid day, swept them off to someplace terrible.

After that summer, more people were afraid. Billy understood. They didn’t, not really. But Billy did. And he was afraid for himself. Of what he could do, now that he saw what that thing did to him without permission. Without fear. Without care. Without a second thought.

So Billy kept his distance when they arrived. Max took off towards the Party, who were all hanging out in the living room. They were setting up the game of D&D or something, but Max watched and pretended to listen. She was pleasantly comforted by their presence. El looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back, and her head dropped to the board game at hand. Nobody else noticed.

Harrington was sitting on the ground next to the kids. Harrington took him by surprise; he wasn’t related to anyone here. He dated older Wheeler a while ago (a year now?), and she was with older Byers. Was he invited by Mrs. Byers? That got Billy’s head scratching.

But then he saw the curly-haired kid named Dustin look back at him and yell something. (It was more of a squawk, but whatever). Max shushed him and apologized to Steve with a smile, and Harrington shrugged her off, softly grinning. Sinclair, little Byers, and little Wheeler asked if he wanted to join, and he calmly said, “Nah, this isn’t my game. You kids go right on ahead.”

The older Byers was cozying older Wheeler on the couch. It was like they were in their own little world. Both of their eyes were glimmering at each other, or maybe that was all the Christmas lights shining from the Christmas tree. No matter what, Billy could tell they were where they wanted to be.

Mrs. Byers and the Chief were huddled in the kitchen arranging everything accordingly. It made Billy charmingly confused that a broad, intimidating man like the Chief was being fussed around by this anxious woman slapping his hand when he took a cookie off the plate. Billy slipped a chuckle but covered it up with a fake ‘clearing of the throat’.

That was when they all realized Billy was there. Time seemed to come to a halting scratch when they saw him. He offered a little wave and small, “Hello.”

The kids mumbled, “Hi, Billy.”

Older Wheeler and Older Byers almost glared at him behind their acknowledgments.

Harrington was more in shock rather than anything else.

Mrs. Byers ran up to him and greeted him with a squeeze of the shoulder.

The Chief took an apple, bit into it, and strode over to him with an unreadable but questioning stare. “How are you tonight, kid?”

“Good, sir. Yourself?”

“Good. Have you tried the cookies yet?”

Billy was frozen. “Oh, um. No?”

“Even better.” He leaned in and patted Billy’s shoulder. “There’s still plenty left.”

“Hopper!” Mrs. Byers exclaimed. “No eating cookies before dinner!”

Billy chuckled when the Chief shrugged and walked back into the kitchen.

A pair of arms wrapped around his waist. A little voice could be heard into his jacket. “Hello, Billy!” Billy looked down and saw a little girl with blonde hair put into two ponytails hiding at his side.

Older Wheeler hopped off the couch and ran towards the little person hugged into Billy’s jacket. She pulled the girl off and got down to her eye level. “I’m so sorry! Holly, you can’t just ran up and hug people like that, it can scare them!”

“But,” her voice squeaked, “we were supposed to say hello with hugs!”

“Yes,” older Wheeler agreed, “but he didn’t see you!”

Billy cleared his throat. “It’s um…it’s okay. She’s all good.”

Older Wheeler looked surprised and relieved that Big Bad Billy wasn’t going to be pissed at her little sister. Her shoulders dropped as she sighed and got back up. Mrs. Byers called her into the kitchen just then. She walked away, with one last glance saying, “Thank you.”

Harrington walked up to the little girl, Holly, and swooped her into his grasp. He said, “Lookie here! Whatcha doin’, Holly? Hm?”

Holly giggled into his chest as she mumbled, “Nothing.”

Seeing Harrington being good with kids was one thing. Harrington being good with little kids made Billy’s heart skip something awful.

Billy’s face flushed as Harrington’s hair fell forward with a soft giggle. Harrington looked up at Billy and then Holly. She reached out towards Billy.

Steve’s eyes went big. “Ope, looks like she wants you to hold her. You got her?”

“Oh, um…I think so?”

“Billy!” Holly exclaimed and leaned forward, almost completely out of Steve’s hold. Billy held his arms out and arranged himself to hold her properly.

Billy looked at Holly as she started messing with her sweater sleeves. He smiled at her and asked, “That better, Holly?”

“Yes!” she laughed and hid in his neck.

“Yeah?” Billy asked in a lighter voice to meet hers.

“Yeah!” Holly leaned forward and hugged her little arms around his neck. Billy was caught off-guard by the gesture.

Harrington hid his smile behind his hand. His eyes softened when he realized Billy was hugging her a little tighter than before.

Billy’s eyes were tearing up faster by the minute. Harrington reached out his hand and wiped away a stray tear with his thumb. They both shared a sad stare.

Because if Billy was crying over the fact a little kid trusted him, even after all of his actions that summer, that wasn’t anybody’s business but his and Harrington’s.

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #stranger things #harringrove #justalittlebitofharringrove #holly wheeler #she’s a sweetheart #joyce byers #nancy wheeler #the party #its a christmas miracle #billy hargrove deserved better #no but he would be so scared to hurt a little kid after S3 #but Holly Wheeler hugging him would make him burst into tears #What I’ve Done by Linkin Park was inspiration for this piece #harringrove if you squint #pre-harringrove

[moonchild-in-blue]

"To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once." O. Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

So I was reading this the other day and forgot to post it. This line stood out to me as applicable to how I see Vessel and Sleep's relationship:

[cw: mentions of toxic relationships / abuse / domestic violence / ptsd]

There is a quality of both parent and enemy, of protection and danger in how They interact with Vessel. "I'm hurting you because I love you; Stay away from me; Don't you dare stray from my guidance; This will end badly for you".

In the context of the book, the narrator is referring to his mother, how her years of abuse were largely caused by war ptsd. How she was supposed to be mother, and was stranger instead. How monsters are maybe not so bad, not so evil.

There is this amalgamation of complicated feelings and conflicting traits in who she [the mother] is, that can definitely be applied to Sleep. They are never truly evil; but They are not good either. "With all that you believe, you still refuse to shelter me // And no matter the cost of the rain, you still shelter me all the same". And much like our narrator, it's interesting to see Vessel go through that whole cycle of "I hate you / I love you / I never want to see you again / Please don't leave me".

If you have some experience with abusive relationships, you know how messed up that cycle of thinking is, and how impossible it is to come to a single conclusion when it comes to that person's character - especially if the abuse itself is caused by a traumatic past, or unresolved mental issues.

It makes me think of how Vessel often alludes to Sleep have been belonging to a higher place, a "Heaven" of sorts, and how They have seem to be since cast away. Is Sleep going through all the stages of grief and trauma something like that brings? Were they also in a war of their own? Is there a reason behind all of the malice and manipulation, aside from the fickle whims of an ancient god?

#i had been meaning to post this for a little while and am having a burst of inspiration #i got some art things to post in a sec but for now keep this #tw abuse #tw ptsd #<- just in case. let me know if you need any more tags #sleep token #sleep token lore #darya is unhinged

[koitaxathetameidiot]

very many thoughts, half of them are a Moulin Rouge inspired au with benedict bridgerton with an opera singer!reader/oc

the other half are an aemond oneshot based on the song hellfire from the hunchback of notredame with aemond absolutely obsessed with a velaryon!reader, daughter of rhaenyra and harwin strong

#fanfic #x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #house of the dragon #hotd #benedict bridgerton x reader #hotd x reader #my brain is bursting with ideas my feeble little hands have no idea how to turn into text #i just lay at night thinking about scenarios i am never going to write #really hoping an actual writer to find this post and be inspired #please :(

[lordgrimwing]

Friends and Family #07

I was going to post the story directly to tumblr, but then I spent so long getting the formatting right on AO3. Here' have a link to the next installment of Old Gods.

Summary: 8 times Celebrimbor called the wrong person Papa, plus 1 time he got it right.

#celebrimbor is a little bit spoiled as a baby #it's kind of unavoidable with 8 adults around and no other kids to compete with #but is that so wrong? #this family is bursting with love #this took me so long to write #8+1 is actually too much #the title for this should really be 'friends and family and family and family and family and family and family' #inspired by my toddler niece #she gave me basically every idea and the strength to go on #celebrimbor #nerdanel #feanor #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amrod #amras #sons of feanor #the silmarillion #old gods au #grimwing writes

[jeonqkooks]

#a little emo posting #but you seriously SERIOUSLY seriously cannot tell me that reading my shit inspired you to write #and expect me not to instantly burst into tears #bc that's what happened like 45 minutes ago. i got off the tram and i saw the message and i was just dazed for a few minutes #yeah #jen rambles

[buwheal]

Also I super appreciate the support you've given for my ask box!! I doubt it'll be as big as yours but I'm excited to get the ball rolling >w<

Have a nice day and don't push yourself too hard ^^

YEAH!!!!! OF COURSE!!!!! Its so exciting to see!!! I hope you have fun with it lol ^_^ its great character exercise!!! & You too!!!! :-)

#BTW!!!!! A little tip!! X-P Dont make the same mistake i did and push out a ton when theyre done!!! save some of #them things and make em wait lol. That way you have some stored and ready to go while you work on them in the background. At least thats #what im waiting to do once i inevitably get that burst of inspiration like i did last time lmao. I did like a whole weeks worth of asks onc #and made the mistake of posting all them at once instead of saving them... to post one a day... bwomp #But thats just my little tip!!! You dont have to!!! do whatever you want!!! this is your askbox!!! GO CRAZY!!!1 GO WILD!!!! #Just dont get burnout :-P #Ill be rooting for you!!! And watching. Semi-silently.

[corvidinacape]

The poppy war modern au outfits!

#the poppy war #tpw art #fang runin #chen kitay #sring venka #yin nezha #my art #myart #got a story request for this on ig and then struggled with figuring out their outfits #then fell into a huge art block for almost a year then suddenly got a burst of inspiration a little bit ago #so here they finally are! #hopefully their outfits make sense for the characters I have other outfit ideas I might draw in the future who knows #feelin myself coming out of this art block finally

[theflyingfeeling]

fanfic rambling in the tags, nothing interesting really, just me talking to myself lol, okay to ignore or read as you please ✨

#so i've found the perfect prompt list for an olli/allu fic advent calendar sorta thing #but i'm too intimidated by my own expectations and ridiculously high standards to even start writing any of them 😭 #honestly these prompts are so insanely cute and fit olli/allu PERFECTLY #like. i'm actually having trouble deciding which ones to use because i want to write them all 🥺💞 #but i'm so so scared that i'll just end up writing the same (boring) story over again for 24 times 😔 #i wish i could just write without thinking and trying so hard to write a literary masterpiece #when i KNOW it's alright if it's just a silly little story about my blorbos #that's perfectly enough and i know this but my brain's just not having it 😩 #also if i were to write 24 independent fics i'd have to keep them short and simple but. that's not how i do fics. unfortunately (for me) #to overcome this i guess one option would be to write just one longer piece with 24 chapters #and somehow try to include the prompt of the day in each chapter 🤔 #but i don't want to make this even more complicated to myself lol especially because i'm planning to write AUs for a couple of the prompts #i REALLY want to do prompts (of any kind!!) but i'm just so scared of stressing myself out to another months-long writer's block 😭 #fair enough the last time that happened (last winter/spring) i was in a shitty place mentally anyway #and so far i've been happy to be writing on random bursts of inspiration. that's how it's the easiest for me. the words just...flow out #i'm so insanely jealous of anyone who can just create stuff when given any prompt 😭 #y'all are super humans to me how do you do it pls spill your secrets #and anyone tempted to comfort me by saying i shouldn't stress myself over this and that i don't have to write anything i don't wanna write: #i knoooooowwww and i appreactiate the sentiment but the thing is i actually DO want to write these prompts 😭 #in theory at least. because they really are cute as fuck wth 🥺 #the problem is that i can't /force/ myself to write something at the snap of my fingers without a clear idea besides the prompt #and also because i know it can take me days to finish even one story let alone 24 💀 #so to even START on this project is a little intimidating 🫣 #i just fear i won't have the patience :( #and when i realise i won't be able to finish the project i'll become frustrated with myself #if only i knew how to write shorter one-scenes in order to not tire myself out #but often i find those kind of fics somehow...unsatisfying :( #i'm just a sucker for crafting the context/background for stories. a little flesh around the bones if you will 🤧 #okay that's all now i'm gonna go stare at a wall while doing nothing useful for the rest of the weekend byeeee #if you read this far i hope you're having a nice saturday

[sunnysidemage]

Sorry, I don’t know who this Johnny Silverhand fellow is, I only listen to real music *plays K.K. Rock and Metal on repeat*

#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #kk slider #crossover #my art #sunnysidemage #this was one of those 3AM bursts of inspiration that I wrote in my notes app and began working on the next day #this actually worked a little better than I thought lol #Johnny wishes he was KK honestly

[drzibs]

its so funny to me, because i went into good omens a die-hard david tennant fan. like he’s my favorite doctor, ive watched most of broadchurch, hes like my emotional support bbc actor. and this is not me saying i love him any less, bc thats not true! hes a brilliant actor and a lovely human and is one of, if not, my most favorite actor of all time.

but mr. michael sheen…………. i have Words for you sir.

//all good words i am in awe of you my guy//

#this man. This Man #because of this man ive went down a complete rabbit hole of his previous work #because he is so fucking good at his job i have watched a whole film that hes maybe centered in five scenes total #ive been sucked into a cop show that is a little bit on the nose writing-wise but holy shit holy SHIT this mans acting #he plays a serial killer who’s father to an nypd criminal profiler and im jist in awe every single time he comes on screen #how. how does he do it. if i was told that he was a narcissistic sociopath with 23 victims under his belt i would believe you 100% #rarely do i ever follow actors instead of fandoms and michael sheen has broken through dammit #i now understand when david says hes inspired by him the guy is so talented #michael sheen #david tennant #talking cat #ill quit yelling now lol i was just bursting at the seams about him

[danidoesathing]

I agonized over which to pick because I just want to ask about all your fics in progress!! I narrowed it down to two and that's just going to have to be ok

the world is staged and the script is set (you cannot change the ending)

Jukeboxes and Maple Syrup

its very funny you pick those two because those like. two of the only three on that list that ISNT lord huron related lmao. those are both hatchetfield fics ive started in secret. regardless those are the main ones im working on right now SO

the world is staged and the script is set (you cannot change the ending) is a fic based on the ending of TGWDLM where like. you know how in the credits where Emma starts begging the audience for help? and like. you know how in TTO how the audience is also referred to by Bliklotep's title? soooo the fic is the ending but i throw him in the mix and ramp the already existing horror of "begging for help and being ignored a cheering crowd" by going "realizing said crowd has been treating your suffering and death as a source of amusement right before you die". only fun times in hatchetfield

"She stumbles to the edge of the stage. The stitches in her leg have come undone and there’s blood seeping through the bandage. That is real. Emma is real, and she needs to help right now."

Jukeboxes and Maple Syrup is a fic that takes place directly after the end of Yellow Jacket that focuses on Daniel and Sophia like. right after the ending. we dont really see them after the Otho fight and we still have no clue is Sophia is even ALIVE and also i miss them dearly. the fic mostly focuses on Daniel trying not to have a panic attack in Miss Retros because one friend is missing after almost dying and the other is in the hospital after also almost maybe dying and he doesn't really know what to do. Not a whole lot of plot it's mostly him trying to deal with that whole. mess. luckily he's got Miss Holloway and Duke to make things a bit easier (responsible adults? in MY hatchetfield? its honestly only these two but its better than nothing)

"He feels so stupid. Sophia is in the hospital and she might never wake up. Hannah is missing and could be kidnapped or dead or worse. And he’s just sitting here in a cozy diner with pancakes and orange juice, and Hannah’s Jacket but not Hannah and not Sophia."

#you're always welcome to ask again if you wanna see the other ones <- please god im desperate for attention #unfortunately. ive been infected by the alien blue shit (hatchetfield brain rot) sorry #slap my ass and call me paul matthews cause i dont even like musicals but. the silly horror comedy with a side of eldritch fuckery got me #and all the silly little characters got me too. hannah paul holloway duke ethan lex richie emma pete daniel sophia my beloveds #idk how but they managed to make an exact copy of me in 2017. hate his weeb ass (deeply agonized yet deeply affectionate) #i have lots of feelings on hatchetfield but i dont post about it much. or like at all lol #im actually almost done with the world is staged. like really close. just need to finish up the beginning and then clean it up #dani speaks #asks #ask #also fucking with the nmt2 timeline by making miss retros still a thing in yellow jacket despite it taking place after killer track #i want daniel and the kids to have some actual good adults in their life. my timeline now. #(god bless ethan is trying so hard but he is. not good at being responsible.) #i wanted to write about Sophia too but she's like. in a coma #if i ever get a burst of inspiration then i might write a second part following her waking up and being ok and getting panacakes with danie #(and dealing with hannah just. having left hatchetfield overnight without a word) #might be fun who knows

[commbowman]

“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”

(Taken from a message sent by NCA Chairman Heywood Floyd. There is a large time delay, so this was obviously recorded hours ago… maybe even days ago. It seems he’s seen through your facade of stability…)

“What made you guess?” Bowman muttered to himself, sinking lower into chair. He hoped it would engulf him.

Of course he was afraid of being alone, as he assumed any rational human being would be. But there was no other human being as close as he was to the concept of being completely and utterly alone. A detachment that could only be shared by those in solitary confinement, only his cell never ended.

He lunged like an animal at any transmission he’d receive. The men back home had a horrible habit of never quite making them long enough. The efficiency he had once admired quickly became a mockery.

Bowman sat upright and made his best attempts to hide behind the same face the chairman had seen through. His response was simple; “who wouldn’t be?”

#// #absolute burst of inspiration to come from #this #love you anon- hope you don’t mind I wrote it out a little/thread style #I’m going to assume this is post everything/when he’s actually alone #aso rp #��� bowman #in charecter #transmission: unknown #verse : canon