#creative differences

[mollywog]

Creative Differences

By @thesunpersists & @mollywog

They say to never meet your heroes- but when Katniss gets to work with Peeta Mellark, one of her favorite artists, she jumps at the chance. Her world is turned upside down when their introduction goes sideways...

Will the biggest event of her life be the end of Katniss's career as a museum curator, or will they be able to solve their creative differences?

[archivegramon]

So, honestly, what do you make of Damon’s lyrics?

“I like his nonsense lyrics the best. I like it when he’s sad. I like his melancholy stuff more. When he likes to get clever it gets a bit weird. He gets to be bit of a smarty-pants about it.”

Don’t you find a lot of those “smarty-pants” songs patronising?

“A little bit maybe. That’s why I like his personal stuff better… like the Blue Jeans (from Modern Life Is Rubbish) kind of things. It’s more interesting to me hearing what’s on people’s minds rather than hearing smart-arsed comments about where they live.”

Graham Coxon on Damon Albarn's songwriting for the BigO, 1998. (via Damon Albarn Unofficial)

[san-shui]

Gelphie Big Bang 2025

@gelphiebigbang2025

My first Big Bang event, and I got the pleasure to write a fic for one of my favorite couples, Gelphie, in honor of the Wicked: For Good movie release!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: At Shiz University, everyone knows the green girl, but what they don’t know is that she’s an aspiring musician, but she prefers solitude, spending as much time as possible in the studio and away from her roommate, whom she despises. Meanwhile, her roommate, Galinda (a film major), is in search of an artist for her music video assignment, but when she finds out Elphaba is a musician, conflict arises, and the two must learn how to set aside their differences to work together.

Artwork by @thestalkingentity

[creativedifferencespodcast]

“The Critical Role team is putting out the best fantasy TV that is out right now.” We got a new season of The Legend of Vox Machina, and Demi (our resident Critter) is excited to tell us all about it!

[aetherealarc]

STATIC SAINTS - Sirius Black x OC

A marauders modern band AU

The passion brought them together,

The industry is pulling them apart

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TRACK 1: VELVET STATIC

It was so much more than a showcase

The bass shook the beams above as I stepped into the building. Pulsing crowds of investors, producers, and journalists swirled around me, networking to their hearts’ desires. Conversations about new talent, red carpets, and upcoming tours harmonised with the feedback humming through the air.

Aurelian had signed me a month ago, and today was the day they paraded me to the industry.

Weeks of morning meetings, midday meltdowns, and late-night studio sessions had all led to this moment. They had converted an abandoned warehouse into a speakeasy. The walls were a rich brown, accented with dim golden lighting. Strobe lights bounced off the mythical statues that towered over us. As I made my way deeper, plush velvet sofas dotted the space behind dark red ropes.

God, I don’t belong here. These people are drowning in accolades.

I went to the bar and found an overwhelming selection of bottles. Burgundy roses were scattered across the back. Light bounced off golden trinkets, crystal glasses, and half-full champagne flutes.

I opted for the safe choice, a margarita, and made my way towards the stage.

I found a lone table near the front. My eyes darted between the crowd, the stage, and the crew setting up.

A soft tap landed on my shoulder. I glanced up to see Lucia grinning from ear to ear, twirling her dark curls, visibly buzzing with excitement.

“Bitch, this is fucking mental.” She gathered her long dress as she took a seat beside me, stealing a sip of my drink on her way down.

I rolled my eyes, smiling back at her.

“Dude, I know. This isn’t Ryebeck. There are actual people here. I swear I saw Harlem at the bar.”

Lucia gasped, scanning the room, trying to spot the rapper.

We went back and forth, our excitement climbing as A-listers and journalists passed by. I glanced towards the stage and noticed something projected onto the back wall.

“The Marauders,” I muttered.

“Who?” Lucia’s head snapped towards it, her eyes dimming slightly.

Before I could question her, four boys walked onto the stage and took their places.

A man with messy brown hair stepped up to the main mic. His array of silver rings glistened as he adjusted the stand. The drummer, slightly shorter, placed spare drumsticks into a small pot beside him and tested his cymbals.

To the left stood the bassist, the tallest of them all. He tuned his bass by ear, clearly showing off. A faint smile crossed his face when he noticed two women pointing at him.

And then there was the lead guitarist.

Jet-black hair framed his face, a toothpick hanging loosely from his mouth. He picked up a dark blue guitar and plucked at random strings, as if feeling it out. He moved to the front of the stage, crouching by his mic. Loop pedals surrounded him as he adjusted them.

His energy felt like static. It pulled me in.

He glanced up briefly, and our eyes locked.

The steady pulse of the room quickened. Or maybe that was my heart.

His dark eyes held me. Heat crept across my face as he smiled. Strands of hair fell into his eyes, and when he pushed them back, his calloused hands revealed astrological tattoos.

I broke the moment first.

Girl, relax.

“Oi, Sirius.”

He turned towards the others gathered at the centre of the stage, then glanced back at me before joining them.

I looked over at Lucia. A dark frown had settled on her face.

“Luce, what’s up?” I followed her gaze. She was staring intently at the drummer.

“Oooh, a crush?” I teased.

She turned to me, serious.

“No. That’s—”

A single chord cut her off, echoing through the speakers. The room shifted as attention snapped to the stage.

“We are The Marauders, and this first song is Velvet Static.”

Synths and sporadic drum patterns circled my ears. Each chord vibrated through the tables. In the corner of my eye, journalists scribbled notes and recorded voice memos, preparing the articles that might decide our fate.

The melody moved through the crowd so naturally that, for a moment, networking stopped. People just listened.

There were slight inconsistencies in the loops, minor timing slips, but they used them. Twisted them into something that felt otherworldly.

Established artists tapped their feet, searching for connection. Their faces gave nothing away.

Did they like it? Hate it?

Label representatives leaned into quiet conversations, debating who discovered whom and what they brought to the table.

On stage, the boys were at home.

The drummer, once shy, came alive behind the kit, confidence radiating from him. The lead singer carried a cocky, playful edge, shifting effortlessly from deep lows to airy falsetto. His voice commanded the room, and no one resisted.

Sirius moved with the music. His fingers danced across the strings as his head swayed with the rhythm. He and the bassist leaned into each other, as if blending their sound through movement alone.

The singer took control of the space, weaving between his bandmates before jumping into the crowd. He serenaded people as he passed, lingering by those who seemed unimpressed.

On his way back, he stopped at our table.

Energy and control. Interesting.

He winked at me, then took Lucia’s hand and pressed a light kiss to it before slipping back onto the stage.

We dissolved into laughter, still moving to the music.

As I melted into the sound, a voice cut in beside me.

“Naomi.”

I turned to see Elise from the office. Her usual ponytail had been replaced with a tight slicked-back bun. The sweater vest and jeans were gone, swapped for a floor-length gown.

“The executives want you and Lucia backstage.”

She didn’t wait for a response. As we scrambled to our feet, she was already moving. We grabbed our drinks and hurried after her, stumbling slightly in our heels.

At the door, she held it open, then swiftly took the glasses from our hands.

“You can drink after.”

She placed them on a nearby table and ushered us forward.

As Elise stormed ahead, Lucia doubled back, grabbed her glass, and downed it in one go.

“I’m not giving up a free marg,” she muttered, following quickly.

We moved deeper into the building as the song ended behind us, the crowd erupting. A sharper, more upbeat drumline bled through the walls.

How are we supposed to compete with that?

Track II coming soon...

[drama-glob]

Angel Dust has some creative differences with Charlie here. XD XD XD I can't wait to watch the full scene. ^_^<3

Also:

Since Sir Pentious looks so surprised when he hears the word "Crack," does that mean he actually didn't read the script and just did this for the free lollipop and/or the chance to dress up like an innocent little boy? ;) XD XD XD

[thewriterwithhernewpen]

Hi, did you happen to write a fic on ao3 with a user caller Kawiininja?

Disclaimer; this ask is only likes reblog only on tumblr and selective audience only on tumblr to avoid seeming them again on different platforms thank you. So I be continued offline from them permanently. No screenshots please. This is for my readers only who like my platform continue do what I do. I honor that.

This is the first post that was rated mature but nothing serious happen. Just establish legal boundaries but everyone can relate.

The premise of the name is this Also i didn’t pick mutant and monsters as name it wasn’t full collab I resent that they did

They written horror they were horror short story artist.

I only did insightful things without gore and Pschological horror only elements

Horror is not my favorite subgenre but I like mystery and combined why characters do things they do and solving what if that in portal

Hi guest! 🙂‍↕️ I did. Yes to answer your question what happen to that story? Mutants & Monsters . It was 2-3 years occur. Pre production happen in fall 2023 to early 2024. It was creative project that no longer exist anymore it was more between me. I didn’t want to work with someone who make me uncomfortable or anxiety dread privately and legally. They never respect boundaries until I was firmly no I am not going to work with someone who clueless about imbalance codependency, who didn’t reflect the destiny framework I wanted I was the only one who was independent in the connection to move on. I flat out say not it last story I decided to cut the plug I have better inspiration when it was less toxic and creative wise. I didn’t agree with plans they had for the story wise.

wise.

Then others stuff. My writing became more realistic for readers the more I work on the craft. The twins. Every time I try to work on story I was in darker creative space needed to escape for my own well being honestly. So I travel with family and friends I took spiritual journey just to work on my soul mind and body make sure I am actually happy in result. Like actual joyness to get out of bed looking forward for stuff. It was best decision I was present then I was. We were no longer comptabile in beginning I thought they overstay their welcome tbh.

It was great premise just with wrong person strangers thing tmnt crossover . I prefer would working the project under a different name and not reminded of same person who burn bridges to get there still in keys until I close kingdoms that once belonged to me,

After that I did fic for Star Wars called courage to heal the concept resonate with with me

The forgiveness to move on not exactly person itself accept the situation to move on. It was forgiveness with irreconcilable terms without the pressure to forgive allow the same person back in your life. I am not going in full depth what actually happen since it was agreed legal gag order and meant as protective order for my peace from their chaos they release.

I was delaying I never had to work with them again so I finally got rid of their toxic aura and insufferable need to try to fix things that didn’t need to be fixing. I was confidante they were confidante I was tired of the damn role tbh. So rebranding wise for my personal life and wellbeing rebrand creative wise. I was in difficult situations until I was finally out. I was in clique I wanted ouT.

Then legal leverage occur. I had creative difference I wanted full creative control this time on orginal stories.

Collab was only going to be healthy . I say it was the same clueless and immature circumstances that ruin the dynamic before it happen.

They are not on tumblr so I feel lot safer happier to confess to you and users now they were gone in digital space.

They left digital page in general it was mutual agreement to take full accountability of what happen. Mutants and monsters fall apart is on them i wasn’t one who did things that made online friend cringe. I was in wrong time at wrong timing who didn’t know what to act until finally intervene.

That why they didn’t deserve closure on story and collab . You need to work on yourself before you do full commitment that why there was drastic cliffhanger to the premise

Since they didn’t do the work the universe is showing result. You only want to know what you want.

Audience didn’t deserve a half ass fic i wasn’t giving my full all percentage of. So recharge I give my full all on better healthier balanced terms. That same standard I do for my real life writing perseverance and protecting your peace.

Mutants and monsters is not my favorite work because it was with them. I was more happier from their influence.

Commitment is chemistry. The key that true collab. Mutual respect mutual respect for boundaries

The work I did in Couseling

I finally realize all black and white thinking framework

I adocate for myself. As soon as I took matters in my own hands, they deleted the fic then November 2024 they deleted their whole a03 account that we agree to be readers of each other obviously that expire when I wanted nothing to do with them fic I wanted to distance them from toxic online friendship and toxic collab idea then they delete their account to do some actual spiritual cleansing i don’t care what happen to them tbh we are not online friends anymore I rebrand for better result. I been happier then ever ever since.

I’m an artist, not a content farmer. I curate my archive to reflect the quality and creative standard I demand of myself today. That project no longer met those standards, so it was removed. I prefer to be remembered for the work that reflects my growth, not the work I outgrew.

I hope that answer your question. 🩵🙂‍↕️

I am never going back!

The past is in the past.

The destiny is all I ask.

That why I want different collaborations for better result as I progress for better experience

And advice for the guest just because you were in long collab hypothetically doesn’t meant you need to be obligated to tolerate lack of boundaries when they were clingy sometimes it good to say firm no.

-PrincessShuri16