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warmfuzzyphoto · 9 months

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Young love! My mother sometime in the 80’s

#submission #omg I love this one so much thank you for submitting!#80s #fave

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trans-axolotl · 7 months

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Image description: [Black text on lined paper. Text reads: Share your story with the Psych Survivor Archive. Hold the psychiatric system accountable for the violence and coercion we've survived. Make space for our anger. Grieve together. Celebrate our resistance. The Psych Survivor Archive is a forum for psych survivors to share about their experiences and be believed. You can share as much or as little as you want. Your story will be anonymously published on the website with writing from other psych survivors. The archive is open to anyone who identifies as a psych survivor, including people who survived inpatient hospitalization, rehab, troubled teen industry, partial hospitalization, outpatient programs, ABA, and any other form of coercion psych treatment. Check out the prompts, participant rights, and content guidelines. Share your story now: www.psychsurvivorarchive.com/submit-your-story]

Hey everyone. I wanted to share this here as well. The Psych Survivor Archive is looking for anyone who wants to share their story and have it anonymously published on the website, in order to create a collection of our experiences navigating the psych system. Your responses will be anonymous and can be as detailed or vague as you want. On the website, there are prompts, but you can feel free to share in whatever format makes sense to you.

This is a more informal way to participate in the Psych Survivor Archive if you are not interested in creating art for the zine, but still want your story to be heard and validated.

For me, it has felt very cathartic to write out my story, on my terms, in the way that I want to be known. I hope that the archive can offer that space to other psych survivors as well, and I can't wait to keep developing this project and offering even more. In the next couple weeks, submissions will open up for the second edition of the zine, so if you're interested in submitting creative art or writing keep an eye out!

love and solidarity always <3

#personal #psych survivor #antipsych #survivingpsych #mad liberation #mad pride #madpunk #neurodivergent #mental illness #psych abolition #antipsychiatry #thank you SO much to everyone who's submitted stories so far. they are now live on the website #for me i process through writing. it means a lot to feel seen #and this is a small thing that i would like. to do with other people as well. idk #i know writing and sharing is really not everyone's thing and that's totally okay. as always there's #no pressure to participate. just an option #hopefully will be publishing some more zines soon about basic antipsych topics which would be lovely

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eightyuh · 2 months

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How do you come up with such interesting characters?

other recommendations:

I personally like to design as-if for TV animation!!! characters should be easy to draw repeatedly. this includes keeping their outfits, details, and color palettes simple. at the same time, what details are included should be memorable enough to develop an accurate first-impression, keep the viewers attention, and distinguish them at a glance against the rest of the cast.

incorporate asymmetry if possible! makes them look more dynamic, interesting, and natural. (from a former adventure time animator, can't find source :C they used marcelline's outfits as reference!)

mindset: put more focus on the character's volume than their shape. for ex: with an hourglass-figure, focus more on the individual curves and tucks than the "shape" of an hourglass. ( ^ same source)

every piece in your lineart is one of 2 options: curvy or straight. Lean into this with intention. (from Lauren Faust, mentioned during a Them's Fightin' Herds development stream)

have a crush on your characters!! "... You think of your absolute favorite movie and it was probably full of characters that felt like they were someone's favourite thing to wake up and play with. Like someone went to work and said 'I'm gonna make everyone love this f***er as much as I do." (Kelly Turnbull)

write around their personality flaws! providing the character's challenges up front presents a better lense for character growth, but it can also make them more endearing if their imperfection resonates with the audience. i would much rather watch a character actively clash with their struggle than eventually one day find out 'their weakness' (ahem shounen anime does this a lot).

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thank u so much for this ask!! i'm very flattered :"""D hope this helps!

#ask #mod #reference #my degree is in animation btw i have many thoughts on this #gtwac #< --- i'm counting this as gtwac day 12 because it seemed to line up with the prompt from yesterday when this was submitted? if that's okay #thank u so much ahh im glad u think my characters r interesting !!

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rubinee · 8 months

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what if i got to dom a sub together with my domme friend in a sort of devil and angel scenario where i hold him and kiss him and encourage him so sweetly, praising him for how well he takes it while she absolutely destroys him <3

#wait so what taggs are yall using #hornyposting #bd/sm kink #nsft #might reblog this later with more details awooo #yes i love hurting men yes i love being sugar sweet yes i submit only to women but not physically I'm still untouchable ok thanks cool #much luv to all of ya #msub #fdom #🔘

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incorrectpersonathree · 29 days

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I don't know the original source of the prompt sorry but I saw it with other characters and it made me think of the SEES gang

Makoto: We're kind of missing something guys.

Aigis: Cohesion?

Akihiko: Teamwork?

Mitsuru: A general sense of what we're doing?

Yukari: No, we lost Junpei somehow.

So real👏

#feel free to submit too!#it helps keep the blog running smoothly:)#submission #thank you for submitting !!#and also thank you so much for your continued support #I’ve noticed you;)#I actually had something similar in my drafts somewhere I think haha #incorrect persona 3 #persona 3 #p3 #persona 3 reload #makoto yuki #minato arisato #aigis #akihiko sanada #mitsuru kirijo #yukari takeba #junpei iori

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ratinayellowbandana · 8 months

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Prompt: “I feel terrible.” And/or “I want you to kiss me right now.”

I love your fics 🥹 just yesterday I was thinking of your name while perusing ao3 and was wishing for another Imodna fic of yours

hi!! thank you so much for your kind words. it always shocks me when people, like, want to read my writing? so it really means a lot. i'm sorry this took me a little longer. i ended up combining your first one with another prompt and part of my wip so when i eventually publish a fic with an extremely similar scene from imogen's perspective.. dw about it.

anyway, here's some post-resurrection hurt/comfort. we're gonna all pretend they stayed in the castle for a couple days and sorted their shit out.

cw for feelings of helplessness and self-loathing

length: ~1.7k

some prompt lists if you're so inclined || my ao3

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It’s been three days since they got her back.

Three days since she woke on the worn wooden floors of Pike’s home to a small crowd of friends and strangers.

Three days since she set foot in Whitestone again, a place she never hoped to return.

And three days since everyone began treating Laudna as if she's going to shatter.

The worst part is she feels as if she might.

The world is too vibrant. Loud. The birds chirping outside the too-large castle window grate on her ears. The silky sheets on the too-soft four-poster bed cling to her in all the wrong ways. Her skin crawls and her bones grind and she can feel her teeth.

The gnome who revived her said this is normal. She’d been dead, after all. The body would need time to recalibrate. Time they do not have if they want to have any hope of intervening on the solstice.

Imogen dotes the best way she knows how. With soup and kind words and glares that warn the others to keep back if they don’t want a zap to the forehead. She offers furs from the trunk at the foot of the bed and cool cloths that do little to ease the ache of Laudna’s fragile joints. She brings pillows and keeps watch in the window seat as Laudna sleeps.

It’s sickeningly sweet and thoughtful and lovely, and Laudna hates it just a little bit because Imogen has spent far too much time fretting over Laudna as of late when she should be anywhere but a stuffy old castle spooning broth to a dead lady whose hands won’t stop shaking.

Laudna is fine.

She’s fine.

She is.

Delilah is gone, they assure her. Imogen herself sent a bolt of lightning through the bitch’s strange conjured tree trunk in the twisting nether realm that left the smell of iron and marrow lingering in Laudna’s nose. Her limbs still sting with phantom wounds where she had thrashed against Delilah’s cage.

Helpless. Weak.

The others were there, too. At least, for much of the fight and everything that preceded. They had seen Laudna’s memories, as Fresh Cut Grass informed her. Learned the name she had taken care to hide all these years. Buried deep enough, even Imogen, brilliant as she is, would have to dig to uncover it. Delilah, it seemed, only cared for secrets when they were hers to keep.

When her friends visit her chambers, their vivacity is dulled. They are tense, anxious, and trying and failing to hide the restlessness that they are all feeling.

Orym regards her with new wariness, searching for lies and cracks, though he is kind as ever. It’s understandable, Laudna reasons. In this place, where the Briarwood reign harmed innumerable lives, she is a liability. A threat to be guarded against.

Fearne is delicate with her hugs, moves cautiously through Laudna’s space. She hasn’t even stolen any of the silver soup spoons or fine teacups, which might be most concerning of all.

Ashton hovers in the doorway. They return her awkward waves with a nod and flick of their wrist.

Chetney and Fresh Cut Grass seem the most unbothered. Chetney in a plush bathrobe that appears to have been hastily cropped to suit his stature, and F.C.G. chattering on about the importance of rest to the healing process.

And Laudna hates them just a little bit because she cares for them all so deeply, but mostly, she just hates herself. Hates Delilah. Hates Otohan Thull.

They’re losing time and they’ve already lost so much. Imogen has already lost so much. Her mother’s trail is growing colder by the day, and there is nothing Laudna can do but lay in this godsforsaken luxurious bed and wait until her body recovers.

It’s all she can do not to break into a thousand pieces that she would scatter to the nooks and crannies so she wouldn’t have to see the pitying looks on her friends’ faces when Imogen has to help her up.

She turns on her side and buries her face in an obnoxiously soft down pillow to muffle the sob that wells within her and wracks her body.

She does a piss-poor job of that, too.

“Laudna?” Imogen calls sleepily, roused from a sun-dappled doze. Then, alert, “Hey, hey–”

She’s standing, Laudna can hear, and now she’s gone and disturbed Imogen. Bare feet pad across the cool stone floor, and the far side of the bed dips, ever considerate. She will not come closer, Laudna knows, unless given explicit consent because Imogen is wonderful and caring and lovely.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?”

Laudna shudders. “I feel terrible.”

“Oh,” Imogen says, and Laudna can feel the flash of guilt and concern that radiates off of her. “Can I bring you anything? Is it your head?” She shifts her weight. “Do you need water? I can go get a pitcher. Or food, maybe?”

“Stop. Please, stop,” Laudna croaks. Imogen flinches, and gods, Laudna could be sick.

Imogen retreats. “Sorry, I’ll just– sorry,” she murmurs, sounding so small.

Laudna lifts her head and darts a trembling hand to catch her wrist. “No!” she says. Her body betrays her, the word coming out as more of a roar than she ever could have meant. “No,” she repeats, softer, “stay. Please,” because if she frightens Imogen off, she fears what will crawl into the hole left behind.

Imogen hesitates, glances down at the ink-tipped fingers clasped around her arm, and sits again. She doesn’t speak, leaving the path clear for Laudna to lead the way, and oh, Laudna could melt.

Laudna sighs shakily, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…it’s not you.”

Not Imogen. Never Imogen.

The silence hangs heavy between them until Laudna can bring herself to speak again.

“This is my fault, I’m afraid,” she states flatly, refusing to meet Imogen’s gaze. Refusing to see whatever reaction she may find there. Anguish. Frustration. Irritation.

“What?”

Confusion.

Laudna looks up, gestures vaguely to their surroundings. “This. All of us being… trapped here.”

“Laud, what’re you talkin’ about?”

Imogen’s hand comes to stroke the back of Laudna’s knuckles where they wrap around her other wrist. Her fingers are calloused and work-worn, the rough patches of them catching on the imperfect parts of Laudna.

“You should be off tracking down your mother or finding out what you can about the moon, and instead,” Laudna’s voice catches in her throat, “you’re here.”

Imogen shakes her head, exhales. “Where I should be is for me to decide.” She says it gently. It is not meant to be a reprimand. It still feels like one. “And where I should be,” she continues, “is wherever you are.”

Laudna’s eyes flit anywhere but Imogen’s face.

“If you want me there, of course.”

Laudna’s response is instant. “Always.”

She finally meets Imogen’s eyes and is met with a somewhat furrowed brow. She wants to ask something, Laudna can tell. Imogen’s head is tilted curiously, her lips slightly parted. Her jaw works subtly, muscles tensing.

“It’s not your fault,” she settles on at last. “None of it, okay?”

Laudna opens her mouth to respond.

Imogen is steely calm. “You were gone, Laudna. And I couldn’t reach you, and…and you’re here now. You’re back, and that’s all that matters.”

Laudna shrinks into the pillows, takes her hand back beneath the sheet, fist clenching and unclenching. “I feel like such a nuisance,” she confesses quietly. “I should have tried harder to break her hold on me. I should have–”

“No. Gods,” Imogen snaps, lacking any real bite. She inhales. “Laudna, you…you were dead. And I hate sayin’ it; I hate thinkin’ about it. You couldn’t’ve done anythin’ more than what you did.” She softens, throat tightening with emotion. “You did so much. And I’m so proud of you. And… I’m so grateful you chose to come back.”

“It wasn’t much of a choice,” Laudna whispers, “I couldn’t very well leave you, darling.”

“You could’ve.” Imogen bites her lip, ducks her head, fiddles with the hem of her vest. “We, um, I know F.C.G. told you, but we… saw some of your memories. And, and I didn’t really wanna bring it up? So I’m real sorry, but we only saw a couple moments, and we don’t have to talk about it, but,” she looks back to Laudna, “you’re so brave. I don’t think you get told that enough. You’re so strong, Laud, and so good, and I missed you. So much.” She takes a sharp breath.

It bursts out as though holding it in any longer might suffocate her, and Laudna’s hands cease their twitching. She hesitates. Imogen’s affection has split her open, and it’s odd, she thinks, to feel so vulnerable and so safe. That those two sensations can coexist as a tingling in her chest that extends into her tendons and ligaments to warm her all over. She can sense the discolored blush rising in her cheeks.

She does not feel brave. Strength has always been foreign and abstract. That Imogen can see her that way is… incongruous. Absurd, even.

“You’re very kind.”

Imogen looks as if she might protest but seems to think better of it. She sighs, a slight, sad smile crossing her lips. She moves to stand again, to cross the room back to her seat, and suddenly, the thought of Imogen being so far away is unbearable.

“Stay, please?” Laudna shuffles, lifting a corner of the quilt. “This bed is plenty big enough for two, and I dread to think of the state of your neck curled up in the window.”

“You’re sure?” Imogen asks, faint hope coloring her words.

“Come here.”

The bed dips again as Imogen clambers in, pressing herself against Laudna, who lets out an oomph as Imogen wraps around her and intertwines their fingers.

“Sorry!” Imogen says with a relieved exhale, “Sorry, I just–I know I said it before, but… I really missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” Laudna assures gently, taking in the oaty smell of Imogen. The smell of home. “Rest well, darling.”

Imogen squeezes their hands in response and burrows closer.

Laudna relaxes into the embrace.

#as always these bad boys are pretty unedited and written fast so apologies for pacing spelling weird formatting etc #I hope this works!#this actually really helped me figure out some stuff for my longer wips so much appreciated #thank you for submitting :)#critical role fanfiction #imodna fic #imodna fanfiction #my fic #imodna #imogen temult #laudna #cr3 #critical role #prompt fill #ask #anon

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justtheghostofnothing · 8 months

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OH, AND ALL OF MY WILDEST DREAMS THEY JUST END UP WITH YOU AND ME

SO, LET’S DRIVE UNTIL THE ENGINE JUST GIVES OUT

FEELIN’ SO GOOD RIGHT NOW, FEELIN’ SO GOOD RIGHT NOW

‘TIL WE CRASH AND BURN SOMEHOW

#it’s friday thank god #just gonna listen to smfs on repeat while i work from home #librarians behave yourselves and only submit good requests today ok thanks #fall out boy #so much (for) stardust

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creativepromptsforwriting · 1 year

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Fencing Prompts

by maydaymadier:

Hi! I saw an anon request fencing prompts and I wanted to help you out! I fenced foil for 4 years (trying to get back into it)

Fencing

The younger fencers at the salle have learned the expression "throwing down the gauntlet" and now to the annoyance of some and amusement of many, the salle is filled with the sounds of people throwing their gloves on the ground.

The closest tournament is a few hours away so everyone at the salle decides to carpool and make it into a little road trip.

Character A and Character B decided to have a bout, normally they would go to 5, but B's not tired, and A doesn't want to quit, they've been at it for at least half an hour.

You've been tied for the past 20 minutes, neither of you giving the other even the slightest gap to make that final point and end the bout.

Character B lunged at Character A and in a panic, A parried B so hard B's weapon is now stuck in the ceiling.

There's only one left-handed fencer in the salle and you all make it a point to figure out the silliest way to shake your ungloved hands at the start and end of each bout.

#submitted #not mine #submission #maydaymadier #thank you so much #these are great!#prompts #prompt list #writeblr #fencing #fencing prompts

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