#I JUST WANNA WRITE

[ilkkawhat]

[nevaronn]

yumichika covers his neck because ikkaku leaves too many bites and hickeys on it to be shown in public its true ikkaku told me himself

[roseshewrites]

If anyone would understand, I feel like it'd be you guys!! Y'ALL, MY FRIEND BOUGHT ME A WORD PROCESSOR !!!

I cannot express my levels of excitement as I promptly began an organizing process for my in progress Hazbin fics. What the fuck. Omg.

And just because I've started such a huge chronological project seeing it this way feels MUCH, MUCH MORE ACHIEVABLE.

1. The Devil's Forked Path - Alastor's childhood

2. An Emerald Piece Of You - Alastor's adulthood/romantic side story/explanation as to who owns his soul

3. A Neon Piece Of You - Alastor's pre-seven year absence era

4. A Golden Piece Of You - pure enemies to lovers RadioApple with a plot twist

5. A Golden Piece Of You Part II - Conclusion to all

Guys. Guys.

This journey is so huge. I'm trying to get out of my writers block so bad. Pray for my soul (or lack thereof), I need good energy (and a lot of devilish energy too), to get through this 🥸 what have I started? What have I done?

Hazbin Hotel has taken over my life.

I'm healing my religious trauma AND getting to heal my inner child with obsolete tech she's always wanted?! DONE. I'M DONE. Life is good and I'm a burning Alastor obsessed trash fire.

[ranger-kellyn]

can i PLEASE get my creative drive back ;~;

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

the characters want me to write about them being horny but unfortunately i have Things To Do

[smallraindrops-blog]

Not me researching which greek gods i need to make a sacrifice to get rid of this cursed writer block.

[fadagaski]

Why is writing so hard? Like, the reward of labour well-spent, sure, but why is it SO hard?

[exhumd]

Since I’m stuck on mobile I’ll write the starters in my drafts until I can get wifi again …

In the meantime : I’ll do a meme call ! Please specify muse(s) !

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

Hey are you okay? Haven't seen you upload in a while or Tumblr is just being "bleh" or you're working on chapter 13, but I hope you're okay.

Work has been a bitch lately and has me very tired, BUT I'm getting time off soon and will get caught up. I WILL get those three oneshots done and then work hard on getting ch 13 out soon. (Which is already being drafted)

Between my main blog and Raceway, I have A LOT of projects but so little time and energy. But I'm alright. Thanks for checking in!🫶

(Also the hype around episode three makes me want to wait until it releases so I can soak in that OG character inspiration lol)

[gojosatorusl0ver]

Writer's block has hit me like a truck 😭😭 I have so much I need to write but I have no motivation, I need to write bimbo reader, pls brain let me write.

[yournowheregirl]

pspspspspspssss... come here hyperfixation and desire to write.... come here girl... i won't bite....

[noble-crimson]

“Boy, I can’t wait to go home and draw/write!”

The moment I get home and pick up the stylus or start typing:

Looks like my insomnia is finally curbing, but idk if I like that 🤡

[stargirlstabber]

banging my head on the table cause i wanna write but i can't write

[roseshewrites]

A Golden Piece Of You (Slowburn Radio Apple)

Chapter 6: Roaches And Empathy

"Empathy!!!"

Charlie created a rainbow over her head with her raised arms, striking a pose.

"I am starting," she began pacing on the raised podium, assuming a cheerfully bossy persona, "An in-depth, months long empathy excercise, designed to heighten awareness of your partner's emotions via *buddy journaling.*"

Everyone in the room raised their eyebrows, blinking, minus Alastor who, Lucifer noticed, seemed cool and collected as always.

He brought his attention back to his daughter, who was grinning madly, her fists to her mouth, "Well?!?! What do you guys think?!"

Niffty, who was sitting on the floor in front of Angel, raised a small hand.

"Yes, Nifty!" Charlie pointed.

"May I partner with him?" She held aloft a twitching, half dead looking roach.

"Eauuuhh,-umm, I was going more for a humanoid, fellow demon partner approach, but...Um- why...why not?" She shivered a little, "In fact ~", and here she seemed to resolve herself, "Why not? What better partner than a creature that *might* end up being a bit misunderstood? Way to go, Nifty! Round of applause!!"

Lucifer applauded with Angel, who made an effort and nudged Husk beside him, who grunted. Alastor politely clapped with a gentle, doting look on his face. "Well done, Nifty dear."

"The point is to do a daily entry. One buddy will journal that night, the other in the morning," Charlie was passing out notebooks, "Nifty, I suppose you can..um..journal on behalf of Mister Roach!"

"Yay," Nifty grasped her new notebook and immediately smacked her 'buddy' into the center of it, violently slapping the book shut. "Heheh."

Charlie shuddered and handed a notebook to Lucifer.

"Hang on, uhh Charlie?"

"Yeah dad?"

"I see here you've put *my name* on here next to Alastor's."

"Well, yeah! You two are buddies!"

"Better you than me," Husker grumbled.

"You've gotta be kiddin' me...Charlie! No. Absolutely not."

"Dadddd!" She leaned in whispering, "It'll be an opportunity for you to get to know each other better! Think of it as a way you can help improve the hotel staff's teamwork! Please? For me?" She begged him.

"Well , I uh-" he glanced at Alastor out of the corner of his eye who was quite rabidly staring at nothing, polishing his claws on his jacket lapel.

"Fine," he said finally. "Okay. For you, Char."

Great. Okay.

For his daughter, and her *only*, would he attempt to get along with the radio demon. Whom he was slowly forgetting seemed so attractive to him last week, as he'd had time to settle his drive down and rethink - *seriously, honestly rethink* that absolutely disgusting scenario.

"Should be fun," he forced a toothy grin.

"Amazing!!! You can do the first one!!"

She handed him and Alastor a small box of crayons.

Lucifer bit his lip and didn't say a single word about how he'd much rather use pencil, or his favorite quill pen, maybe; she looked so happy going on about her newest project, and he was determined not to ruin that for her. Across the room, he spied Vaggie watching her with her one good eye sparkling with deep fondness, and he smiled knowing Charlie was in good hands.

Goodness knows he owed his child support. Any support he could offer. It was the least he could do to at least *begin* to make up for the many years he had spent lost in his own depressive little world.

So, hunching over, he opened up the first page and began scrawling his first entry with a deep mustard yellow crayon. 

[theyavin8o8]

I have an urge to traumatize and mess this little goober up…

[bisheepart]

Me; I should work on my fic Also me: *long suffering writer's block*