Matchstick For Your Muse

Muse is a fickle friend. Muse twists like lightning through our minds, setting aflame our imagination, our whim, our ability to draw forth things that, once, did not exist. There are many ways to call for muse; With music, with a stroll, with a cup of swirling tea, pondering prompts. I'll happily throw some of my ideas your way. Read them, place them on your mind, and let them spark wonder, let them spark moving gears, let them spark new worlds. You'll find that the prompts fluttering about here are friendly towards all eyes, lacking in profanity, and absolutely, most definitely, ever-so-completely yours. Write a book from one of them! Sketch something! Show them to others! Splash them in paint, sprinkle them with whimsy, and throw them to the wind! And when everything is said and done, why not show me what you've created?

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"I would rather you not eat THOSE certain plants, it upsets me on a visceral level."

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Sparking Once Again

I think it’s been a terribly long time since I posted anything, but thanks to a recent burst of, like, thirteen notifications, I’ve been VERY inspired to write more prompts. 

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I have returned!

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Day after December 17th of Tumbocalypse

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I know there’s a lot of tension after Tumblr’s new policy annouced for December 17th, but reblog this if you aren’t leaving Tumblr so that other blogs can know they aren’t going to be completely alone!

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Hm.

I just had an interesting thought.

Most days, you might feel like you're Clock Town Day 1. Happy and as cheery as a little rabbit wearing an apron and throwing together a blackberry cobbler for everyone to enjoy together. Writing stuff, looking at stuff, reblogging vivid pictures of the sky and silly little jokes that made you chuckle. Maybe a handsome dragon or twenty. Maybe you'll go to the woods later and look for sassafras roots for a nice cup of tea. Or maybe you'll just binge watch Fringe, because hey, it's summer! I've got free time. A I'm-content-for-no-particular-reason sort of mood. The I'll-do-whatever-obligations-come-my-way-with-a-little-grin mood. Or maybe the I'll-do-whatever-I'd-like-today-because-life-needs-to-be-enjoyed mood. Maybe you'll research that one thing you've been curious about for a while. Maybe you won't. Maybe you'll draw a mermaid. Maybe you won't. Maybe you'll just listen to all your favorite songs today just because your YouTube playlists need dusting. A do-nothin'-and-everythin' sort of way of thinking.

And then there are those Clock Town Day 3 days, where things are going a bit too fast for your liking, and there's some weird shadow in the back of your mind that doesn't seem to be particularly looming, but it sure as heck is there, and it might be bad, but hey, it could very well just be a shadow. Those exist too, y'know. You find yourself wanting to do something. But what? You don't have any particular cravings for food. Drawing something? No... that's not it. Writing? Maaaybe, but doesn't feel like that'll do anything. Am I tired? Nah. Do I want to go for a walk? Ehh... doesn't sound right, either. Music? A movie? A game, perhaps? You just stare at them like an indifferent cat. They might be interesting later, but... not now. Am I in one of those weird cleaning moods? Nnno. Maybe a bit of chatter with someone would help. And maybe it does. Maybe it doesn't. Maybe you should work on those things you've been meaning to do. But... they seem so distant. Sure, there are ways to reach them, but for the life of you, you just don't feel like it. So... what. Do. You. Feel. Like. Doing. Eventually, you might convince yourself to do something that you thought about doing earlier. Maybe this weird aimlessness will pass, and you'll slip back into that Clock Town Day 1 mindset. Or maybe it'll pass, but you'll still feel weird. Weird in the truest definition of weird. That implacable feeling of surreality mixed with over-percieving reality and just a few dashes of something else that won't sit still long enough for you to slap a name-tag on it.

You want to be a rabbit in an apron, but for some reason, you're a winged thing that has somehow managed to start flying upside-down.

Clock Town Day 2, of course, is when you're in-between those days. A glorious combination of 'what the heck' and 'ah, right, that's the thing I wanted to do.' Where you listen to your music and still want to do something else, but all the same, feel content. Like you're sitting comfortably, but there's a string you can't bring yourself to let go of, and something is pulling on it from heaven-knows-where. And then there are a thousand other feelings thrown into the mix.

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MATCHSTICK FOR YOUR MUSE PRESENTS: Carrots for your Muse! Healthy! Orange! Stick-like!

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