#-sad writer noises-

[morporkian-cryptid]

Urgh, I had a perfect plan for the events of Hanafuda Part 3 to take place in autumn because the arcs' titles refer to spring summer and autumn; there should be an important scene taking place during Momijigari festival (autumn equivalent of Hanami) followed by Goemon visiting his ancestor's graves on the specific national shinto holiday for grave visiting...

And that goddamn holiday falls on September 23, while Momijigari takes place from the end of September to the beginning of December.

Fuck my life.

[grhmwtts]

how the fuck am i supposed to write nihilistic, lovelorn poetry in the attic when pink pony club is blasting from the girlie’s car outdoors :/

[radio-static13]

you promised the stars

and smiling, you sprinkled

golden glitter all over the world

and now i keep trying to wash it off

but not even the force of this unforeseen cyclone

can cleanse off the beautiful disaster

that was your artful

counterfeit glow

i'm covered in dead dreams

choking on sparkling

plastic

deep down my throat

and oh, wouldn't you love this show?

or is nearly thirty a little too old?

please do tell, i just wanna know

i just wanna hear it for myself

because your silence speaks more volumes

than you ever wrote

and i know writers are liars

i'm a lying bastard too

but just this once

could you tell the truth?

[hexiquin]

WHY DID I COME UP WITH A BUNCH OF FANFIC IDEAS THAT ARE LONG FICS?!?!?!?!? WHY COULDN’T I HAVE HAD ONLY ONE?!?!??!!! WHY CAN’T FANFICS JUST POP OUT OF MY HEAD FULLY WRITTEN!!!

[dreaming-hibi]

I have erased Arcobaleno Luce's existence so much from my head that I—

[by-kalika]

You Can Find Me

all the commentary’s unnecessary

when i walk with those not at rest;

so i sit at the cemetery

when i need to clear my head.

they say death is hereditary,

so i don’t fear my final breath.

there’s peace in being secretary

for the thoughts left by the dead.

you can find me laying by mounds

beside the freshly dug up dirt.

i’ll be listening to the sounds—

witnessing silence go unstirred.

i stare longingly up at the clouds

wondering why i’m still here on Earth.

this’ the place to bury all my doubts

to pack down all my fear and hurt.

-kalika

[piyatosenainanalaagere]

To all the romance Writers out there *takes a deep breath* MISUNDERSTANDING IS THE WORST FUCKING TROP OUT THERE STOP RUINING THE STORY BECAUSE OF IT!

[black-occamy]

It has a title. It's called "WiP main" (with the subservient "WiP other").

you always on that damn 'Untitled Document'!

[lettalady]

🌹🌹🌹

I guess we've established by now that I can't exactly play by the rules of the prompt. Three lines/ paragraphs it is -- but they're short ones? It counts. If you squint.

FOR EVERY “🌹” RECEIVED IN MY INBOX I’LL POST ONE RANDOM SENTENCE OF A RANDOM WIP I’M CURRENTLY WRITING 🌹🌹🌹: Hide & Stay Forever || asset!Steve/ dark!Steve Rogers

“You’re �� Steve Rogers. Captain America. Mister America?” “Just Steve.”  Oh you definitely won’t be calling him Just Steve.

[grhmwtts]

“Hands held at a distance, we fold into fragments… I prayed for new Septembers as my heart murmured”

— outtake from “The Enemy”

[ravenclaws-eulchen]

... uuuuuund ich habe euch nicht vergessen!

Äh. Hallo. Ich schreibe euch noch einen Epilog, versprochen. Und ich bin auch noch am Leben. Ich bin lediglich komplett von meiner Masterarbeit vereinnahmt und lebe seit August in der Bibliothek. Ich habe sogar Hausschuhe und einen Bademantel eine sehr lange kuschelige Jacke dort, um nicht zu erfrieren. Die gute Nachricht ist, ab und zu gehe ich an diesem Buch vorbei und denke an euch:

Meine Abgabe ist Mitte März und danach habe ich zwei Wochen frei, für die das Schreiben des Epilogs ganz fest eingeplant ist! :)

Manche werden es vielleicht geahnt haben und ich leugne es nicht: Ich bin außerdem inzwischen in ein anderes Fandom abgewandert. Aber falls sich hier jemand für Sherlock Holmes interessiert, findet ihr die Ergebnisse meiner momentan spärlichen Freizeit auf Ao3.

Ansonsten bis hoffentlich bald! :)

[kastavanes]

I promise I'm trying. I swear I count the days that my fic hasn't been updated.

[dreaming-hibi]

I actually do feel bad every time I go up to my friend to complain about how bad I’m doing in writing. I know she has my back, but it still feels shitty unloading all that stuff on her.

She doesn’t deserve that kind of negativity.

I should get better at picking myself up.

[ultravioletlesbian]

i’m rewatching r*swell new m*xico bc i’ve missed the storyline even tho i don’t...like the characters much....the acting isn’t great but there are moments where it seems they know what they’re doing??? they’re 90% held back by the script but also istg they only picked these actor’s because they’re good looking HOWEVER the chemistry SUCKS. it SUCKS!! the romantic chemistry especially and i mean between EVERYONE like this is crazy why am i skipping every romantic esque scene that’s crazy. the romantic chemistry is soooo bad between them all ALL. EXCEPT!!!!!!! for izzie’s birth mother and the foreman back in the 1940s why couldn’t we see more of that...i’m only in this for the story but i remember that gets worse but like their moms managing to run away and hiding for a year and maria being descended from yknow who and the mystery of things etc awesome love it but i remember i stopped watching when they did that whole max evil clone thing and alex with the secret agency whatever like BORING.

[girlfromthecrypt]

screaming into the void

come back to me

I love you guys so much

Your characters are always there.

When you are trying to sleep.

When you're trying to work.

When you're trying to clean your body.

They're always there.

Oh, except when you sit to write. then they're too busy to answer the dang phone.

[davinawritings]

An Alien Thank You

Pairing: Alien X Female Human Reader

Warnings: Smut, Oral (Female Receiving), Multiple Tongues, Squirting

You had never thought aliens were real until one appeared in your backyard. When it happened, you had only been in your new home for about a month. As a writer, you had moved to a small, secluded house in the countryside for some peace and quiet while working. Other than the bi-monthly trips to the food market, you were completely alone with your work and thoughts.

The day had started like any other. You had made breakfast, showered, and even got in a few hours of writing. Suddenly, there was a noise outside your office window. Upon looking, you had seen nothing and waved it off, but moments later, you heard it again. No longer able to ignore it, you had gone out back to see what it was. 

Imagine your shock when a massive creature stood in your backyard, poking around your garden. The creature stood about eleven feet tall and was a dark blue, almost black. Its chest was broad, double the length of your shoulders, and seemed packed with hard muscle. Its shoulders had sharp ridges that nearly looked like thick scales. Its thick thighs had similar ridged scales along the outside. Strong arms lead down to large hands that look terrifying with their sharp nails. The creature’s head was all sharp angles, and its eyes were solid black as they stared at you. 

The scream had been stuck in your throat, but the creature must have seen the panic on your face because it quickly held up its hands and claimed that it meant no harm. You still kept your distance as the creature explained that he was not of your planet but was currently stuck on earth while working out how to build a way home.

You had taken pity on the creature and, against what most would consider better judgment, had decided not to freak out and instead befriend the large creature. You learned his name was Oltuth, and he came from a planet you had never heard of. He was traveling and exploring when his ship malfunctioned and crashed a few miles from your secluded home. Your house was the first place he had come upon that wasn’t just open land, so he had been looking for sustenance in your garden.

You knew you probably shouldn’t invite some strange alien creature into your home, but you felt bad for him, and you couldn’t deny that it was kind of nice to have someone to talk to. You also knew that most people would probably just attack Oltuth without hesitation if they found him, so you offered him refuge in your home under the promise of him being peaceful and kind. He quickly promised, and you were very glad he did.

He became a great help around your house and an even better friend. He helped you around the house and with your now flourishing garden. You both built a routine together while you worked on your book, and he worked on a way to rebuild and repair his ship. The days passed much faster with him to talk to, and before you knew it, months had passed. You both grew closer, and you grew almost sad when you thought about him eventually leaving you to return home. 

Today had gone like any other with Oltuth, and you now sat with a nice cold glass of sweet tea, simply enjoying the late-night sky full of stars while you both talked about the different ways of your species. 

Oltuth clears his throat before he says, “I would like to thank you for the kindness and generosity you have shown me these past few months. If you are okay with it, I would like to show you how the males of my planet thank our females for caring for us the way you have for me”. Excited to learn something new about his species; you quickly agree with an enthusiastic, “Yes.” 

He grabs your smaller hand in his own and brings you inside to the couch. He gently guides you to sit, your butt on the edge of the sofa. Your breath hitches as Oltuth moves his large body between your legs, gently prying your legs open. He kneels before you, gently removing your shorts along with your panties. His long, pointed tongue starts gently lapping at your clit as soft mewls leave your mouth. His jet-black eyes stay trained on your face as you wriggle on the couch. 

His hands grip your thighs tighter as he shifts his tongue into your wet hole. The thickness makes you moan as he licks along your inner walls. You lay back against the cushions, hips thrusting against his face as you slowly feel that beautiful high building. Without warning, you feel something wet, flicking against your swollen clit. Your eyes snap open, and you look down. His large tongue is still buried deep in your cunt, but another slightly smaller tongue is now playing with your needy clit.

You whimper and moan out his name at the double stimulation, tears gathering in your eyes at the overwhelming feeling. The tip of his tongue flicks along that special spot deep inside you, and you try to close your legs on reflex. Oltuth growls and pulls your thighs further apart, speeding up both of his tongues. 

Your knuckles turn white as your grip tightens on the couch. The tongue inside you practically vibrates with how fast it’s thrusting inside your dripping cunt. Your back arches as the smaller tongue moves to match the speed and vibrations of his bigger tongue. 

You look down again to find Oltuth staring right at you, and with one more thrust, you cum hard, clenching on his tongue, your juices squirting out of you as a scream is ripped from your body. Each clench of your cunt is met with another thrust from him, making your orgasm feel like it lasts for hours. He finally slows down as your legs twitch in his hands, giving you a few final licks to clean you up.

He stands before picking you up and bringing you to your room to lay you on the bed. You give him a smile and say, “I really like how your males say thank you, Oltuth.” He gives you a grin before saying, “That was just to get you ready for the real way we say thank you.” Your eyes widen as you look down at his body. A slit at the apex between his thighs opens as three large cocks extend out, one by one, each a little bigger than the last. 

Your eyes flick back up to his face, and all you can think is that your next book is definitely going to be a smutty alien romance story.

❤️💕🖤🖤💕❤️