#WRITING IS HARDDD

[sunasbon]

[frogletscribe]

Revisiting fic things (Anthe specifically) and why I've taken such a break from writing made me realize i kinda wanna take down and rewrite all of Until it Doesn't Hurt so it re-aligns with where my head is at with everything again??? idk i think i need to like talk the whole thing out so that its clearer in my head???? IDK for now im just gonna keep doing art fight stuff

[skunkes]

[t00thpasteface]

my arcade/king blackout wedding fic is DONE and since it takes place the morning after, i wanted to treat everyone to this flattering snapshot of what i left out. read the fic here:

"someone dishonoring their marriage vows? NOT IN VEGAS!"

[tootsquatch]

😍🎶😖

Lottie writing in her journal: Devon. Devon. Devon.. Devon. Mrs Devon Maddox..... Liam: "Why do you have the music so loud, Lotsie?!?!"

[forgetriestowrite]

Gwenllian once described Ronan as “raven prince” and my brain took that and wrote a whole fanfiction and now if I don’t get it out of my head and onto paper I might explode

[robiinurheart33]

I have a wip in mind about another stakeout scenario (should I make it into a series) with ghoap obv but it’s a bit angstier with soap questioning if he really should stay in the military snd ghost’s like do whatever you want man but more emotional and a lot more metaphors and repetition of words and physical contact.

But I’m so lazy to write it out GRRWFEGDHH

[hood-ex]

Sitting on the floor listening to classic rock and writing a fic where older!Jason and younger!Dick realize that Alfred hasn't called them down for dinner yet, so they go to the kitchen and realize that there isn't any food cooking, and Alfred is nowhere to be found. Worried, the two of them try to get a hold of Bruce but get an ominous, "We're sorry you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel this is in error, please check the number dialed, and please try again." And that's when Dick realizes that all their photos and magnets on the fridge are missing 👀.

[unicornpopcorn14]

Mistakes are inevitable in anyone’s life. They’re a part of human nature, a part of the cycle of life in order for the individual to learn and grow.

For Atsushi and Akutagawa, however? Mistakes were sins to be inevitably punished for, no matter how trivial.

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Or: Atsushi and Akutagawa helping each other at their worst… in their own ways.

For Bsd Fluff Week Day 3: Cooking | Clothes Sharing | “Don’t be sorry”

[koka-mi]

what the FUCK is sentence structure⁉️⁉️🔥🔥💯

[youronlybean]

what do you MEAN if i want specific types of PR1 fics i have to write them???? I have to write all my AUs myself because they only exist in my head??? bullshit.

[nuks]

guysss I love my job rn 🫶 I’m like getting good at making the drinks?? And like my coworkers and managers are all soooo nice like I get along with everyone? Plus it’s sooooo refreshing and fun working on a farm idc u get to see the animals and the families having fun…

[jamtamart]

trying to write dialogue for art rn and its so hard dude how do ppl write like. shoutout to my writers out there. that shits way harder than drawing my silly little pictures

[lilkittygirleee]

You guys should bully me into finishing what I’m writing ❤️

[befuddled-calico-whump]

The Soiree (part one)

@whumptober No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

cw: alcohol/forced intoxication, dehumanization, adult language

Masterlist ///// next

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Alexei Wilder didn't used to hate parties. He wasn't much of an extrovert, and the majority of the events he'd attended had been in pursuit of a target, but even so, parties had a certain charm. There was something about being surrounded by people, united for the common purpose of celebration, and happily distracted enough to not pay him any mind.

There lay the root of his issue with Uriah's parties. Here, he was the distraction.

It wasn't too bad at first. Fox dressed Lex in suit pants and a black silk shirt and kept him at his side as he made the rounds, greeting guests. At dinner, he knelt on the floor beside the CEO's chair, a debasing position that Lex was actually grateful for. Here, the eyes weren't lingering on him. Here, they wouldn't touch him, at least for a little while. Uriah had even been gracious enough to let Lex keep his cybernetics for the party, though the threat of having them taken away for good if he tried anything was still being held over his head.

But that wasn't bad. If anything, that was normal. Until—

"You're a terrible host, Fox." A meticulously groomed brunette across the table was leaning past his cocktails and hoeur d'oeuvres, addressing Uriah though his eyes were heavy on Lex. Before the Tower, Lex would've stared back, pouring threats into his gaze until the other man backed down. Now, it felt safer to drop his head and hope he lost interest.

"Oh?" came Fox's response.

"You haven't let anyone play with your new toy."

(Ploy, alloy, coy.) Pretentious dickhead. Alexei had learned pretty quickly that the city's wealthy had a glitzy, roundabout way of speaking, especially to each other. It made him want to puke.

But under the thick layer of disgust, there was still the fear of this guest's—all the guests'—intentions, as well as the hope that Uriah would prove to be his usual controlling self and shut the request down. Instead—

"Of course. Where are my manners?"

(Planners, banners.) Lex's stomach dropped. He'd beg Uriah to take it back if it would change anything, but that would only show weakness—fear—to the guests.

Under the table, he saw the brunette man's hand move, tapping his knee.

"Here, boy."

Are you fucking kidding me?

He didn't say it. Somehow, he didn't say it. That would only give them something to punish, only make things that much worse.

One stern look from Uriah, and Lex was crawling under the table to a chorus of amused laughter. He prayed that at the very least, none of them knew who he was, who he used to be, but Uriah wasn't the type to hold his tongue when there was bragging to be done.

He tried to retreat from his body, placating his mind with fantasies of setting the tablecloth on fire and beating the shit out of the man who was now sitting above him, tracing his cheekbone with a finger, hunger in his gaze.

This new enemy tilted his chin up and pressed a glass to his lips. When Lex caught the sharp smell of alcohol inside, he drank without protest, grateful that he could at least be moderately numb to the humiliation.

But the man didn't stop, and drink after drink was poured down Lex's throat until the room was spinning and he was no longer sure if this was a kindness or a curse.

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[asthe-crow-flies]

where. the fcuk does hades live?????? like theres the acheron obviously. but thsts the brain computer. is there like a Place???