#Writer's block is a bitch

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes, Mind Control

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So you know how if you use Nahida's Elemental Skill on NPCs, sometimes you'll hear their thoughts? Imagine Yandere!Dendro Archon Alhaitham who reads your mind every second he spends with you.

He doesn't need to do it necessarily, but it's the most direct and thorough way of understanding that strange, enigmatic mind of yours. With his perfect memory, he can and will note down your deepest desires, secrets, fears, anything and everything, truly.

Once you're firmly under his control, if you try to escape...you can't. Alhaitham knows what you think, after all. He doesn't even bother locking the door. When the moment arrives where Alhaitham is gone and you've worked up the courage to leave, you open the door to find him waiting outside, face devoid of any real emotion. Without hesitation, he pulls you into his arms and guides you back inside.

He could have easily prevented you from even opening the door, but he knew it would crush your dreams of freedom.

[kittydoremi]

Me: "I'm gonna work more on my fanfic today!"

Also me after sitting in front of my laptop for an hour:

[whumping-valentine]

Content: Ocean Whump, Bloodloss, Shipwreck aftermath

       The air was warm and the winds blew cold against the skin, carrying with it specks of sand and the smell of the salty seaside. Whumpee laid dazed on the shore, squishy wet sand seeping through their squeezing fingertips. The waves crashed against them, lapping them over and over, until they finally woke up, grains of sand uncomfortably covering their whole body. In their hair, clothes, and even eyes as they attempted to wipe them out.

       They painfully blinked their eyes open, sand and salt not doing them any favors. The skies were dark and cloudy with not a speck of light shining through them. The grey heavens rumbled with thunder, soon to storm. Though that didn’t make much sense. It already did rain, the sailor thought as memories returned. They were shipwrecked in a sudden seastorm, a bit too sudden if you ask them. Whatever, it didn’t matter. The only thing that did is the now; they were alive.

       They took a breath, and with shaking arms they pushed themself to their stumbling feet, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Their head was pounding, keeping it low, their eyes squeezed shut as they held their hand to their forehead, limping across the beach in bare feet. They could feel raindrops begin to hit against them, so they opened their eyes and lifted their head. They jumped back in surprise, letting out a yelp. Directly in front of them stood a tall figure, wearing a cloak, face covered, pale knuckles clutching onto the wooden pole of a lantern they carried.

      The sailor furrowed their brow and blanked, wondering if it were some kind of hallucination. “Wha- who- who are yo—?”

       “You’re bleeding.” The figure said, cutting them off. Despite the lapping waves and falling rain, their voice sounded loud and isolated.

       “Wha- what? N-no I’m n—” The sailor refuted, but the figure used the stick end of the pole to pull back their black coat, revealing a large gash across their stomach.

       “There’s also a trail of blood behind you.” They said, and the sailor turned their head to look at the bloodsoaked shore, then back at the figure,  “You’re going to bleed out.”

Whumpee simply fell to their knees, too shocked at the sight of blood to process it. They fainted, and when they awoke a second time, they were laying on a firm, springy mattress, their wounds bandaged and soaked with blood. They moved, and winced at the pain in their abdomen, the shock wearing off as their body throbbed with various aches and pains.

"Careful now." The cloaked figure spoke, putting a hand to their chest as they pushed them back down, "Don't hurt yourself any further, you need to rest. You had a lot of nasty marks after that wreck. You're very lucky I was there."

"Where... where am I?"

"In my lighthouse. I'm the keeper here on these shores, and these shores have many stories to tell."

"All sailors, pirates, and lighthouse keepers have stories to tell. Such is the sea."

       “Mm, well I'm sure you have no stories like mine. Each storm here tells one. And they're much more than mere stories."

"How so?"

"The weather of this coast is caused by the merfolk. They rest in these waters, and can control the skies. They like to sink the ships of those who sail too deep into their turf. Like you."

       “Merfolk?” Whumpee scoffed, “Ah, great. My life is in the hands of a crazy lighthouse keeper.”

       “Lighthouse keeper, yes, but I’d think twice about calling me crazy.” They said as they proceeded to lay an old quilt overtop them. “For one, I ain’t crazy. For two, it’s as you said, your life is in my hands. I could leave you to bleed out on that shore if I really wanted to, it makes no difference to me. Though then again, I quite appreciate the company.”

       “Hmph. Well, thanks, I guess. No, just— thank you. I- I’m still a bit… dazed. That storm came out of nowhere.”

      “It’s as I said, sweet sailor. Merfolk don’t take too kindly to humans out here. They’re actually a kind of fairy, you know? Yeah. They ain't all what they appear to be. You can never be too careful out here. What’s your name, may I ask?”

       “Whumpee.” They whispered weakly, “What about you?”

       The lighthouse keeper pulled their mask down, and smiled, “Whumper.”

[cowboyemeritus]

ugh thinking about being Mary's cottagecore gf again

“Dude, is that your girl?” Mary instantly perks up at the mention of you, his head whipping in the direction the guitar tech is looking. You’re not hard to spot, a flare of pastels in a sea of black and blood red. Your eyes meet and you smile, giving him a cute little wave that makes his heart skip a beat.

“Yeah,” Mary says, grinning. “That’s her.” The tech snickers.

“She just get back from the renaissance festival or something?” He’s been a judgmental asshole for as long as Mary has known him, but now he’s dangerously close to crossing a line. He doesn’t want to spoil the mood, though. Because you’re here, everything should be perfect.

Mary shrugs, turning his attention back to his instrument, though all he wants to do is look at you. “Just her style, man.” One of the sound engineers comes up to ask him a question and the tech elbows him a little too hard in the ribs, laughing.

“Bro’s fucking whipped,” he says, now fully neglecting his job. “I thought you were only into goth chicks, Goore. What happened? You gonna start dressing like a medieval peasant, too?” Mary’s had just about enough of this guy.

“You got a fucking problem with my girl?” Out of the corner of his eye he sees you watching, brow furrowed with concern. It’s loud enough in the room that you shouldn’t be able to hear the commotion on stage, but he still worries. The last thing he wants is for you to feel self-conscious.

The tech scratches his neck, taken aback by Mary snapping at him. “Nah, dude.” He laughs again, nervously this time. “You know I’m just playing.”

Mary grunts. “Well maybe you get to fucking work instead. We’re on in,” he glances over at the digital clock on the far wall, “ten minutes. Go, before I fucking kick your ass.” The tech scampers off without another word. Mary looks back in your direction, sees you mouth everything okay?, then flashes you a quick thumbs up.

The show goes by in a blur. All Mary wants is to scoop you up in his arms.

You wait for him, long after the regular concertgoers have filed out. A few groupies hang around, no doubt wanting a piece of Mary and/or one of his other bandmates. He has eyes only for you, though, and as soon as he’s free from responsibility he practically flies to where you’re leaning against the stage, enveloping you with his lanky body. He kisses you hard, his tongue delving into your sweet mouth before pulling away and taking a good look at you. From this angle he can see right down your loose, puffy shirt. Instead of acting out, though, he gives you another quick kiss.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he says, cradling your cheek with callused fingers. It’s adorable that, even after all this time, you still get flustered when he calls you that. “Glad you could make it.”

“Sorry I didn’t get the chance to change,” you murmur, looking away. “A bunch of middle-schoolers made a mess of the reading room, and-“ He quiets you with another kiss, delighting in how you melt against him. People are staring, but Mary couldn’t care less. You make such a pretty pair, it’s only natural that they’d be jealous.

“You look beautiful, baby.” He pulls you in closer so that you can feel his hard-on against your thigh. “But if it’s any consolation, you’ll be out of these clothes soon enough.”

[simon-writes-occasionally]

Writer's block has hit like a mf

Every time I open the document I write in, I end up closing my laptop

Idk have a little poll taken from my prompts list, maybe the winner will motivate me to write again

These are all prompts I got from Pinterest (who got it from various places over Tumblr- Sorry for the lack of sources). Reblog for a larger sample size if you want lmao

[kayfabebabe]

Dear People who put together Prompt lists,

I love you.

XOXO, Mitch

[galraluver]

Hey everyone, how's it going? I want to apologize for practically falling off of the face of the Earth. I've still been honing my baking skills for the job I've been wanting and so far everything's been going well, unfortunately it's kept me pretty busy. Now that it's getting colder where I live I've been stuck indoors a lot more and it's been causing my writer's block to make a vicious return. After I publish the next chapter of my BoM Parent Scenarios this coming Sunday (hopefully) I'm going to go off schedule to see if that helps easy the writer's block a little, so I won't be posting chapters every other week for a while. I'm currently working on the remaining three original requests in my ask box (two for Zarkon and one for Alfor, two of which are halfway done) and I'm hoping to have them finished by the end of the year before I begin writing the newer requests. I appreciate your patience and I promise that I will eventually get everything written. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night

[amaranth-writing]

i've forgotten how to write because it's been so long. i've given up on it and it devastates me

i tried to write again and it was so terrible i deleted it, but it's like i can't get my brain to realize that i won't improve unless i try 😭

[arielavader]

I wanna work on a Good Omens fic, I have like so many WIPs and I really want to finish at least one of them but I'm stuck in writer's block hell, apparently and the demons down here are boring. 🫤

[sillymicox3]

I'm out here relaxing and then I realized I have 5+ undone sbg oneshot requests. Fuck. This is why you should never send me requests, let alone someone who disappears for 2 months then comes back with 2 fucking chapters and 10+ undone drafts.

[valtiels-darkness]

"I like your newest work. It's good. It's solid. You're onto something, jounin Orochimaru. Keep pursuing." Rare praise should taste sweet.

He was on edge.

Rather, he was on the edge. He'd just got back from the frontlines not two days ago and was knee deep in his research. Do not get him wrong, he thrived in this state of being. Simply existing on the precipice of sleep deprivation induced frenzy and mania. The only evidence of his state was the compulsion burning within his eyes. They blazed with an intensity that even had his teammates treading carefully around him.

They were never quite supportive of his..... studies, as it were.

Midday found Orochimaru with a rather thick file under his arms, walking the halls of the Intelligence Division, intent on consulting one Yamanaka Inoichi who might shed light on a working hypothesis. It was there, where Danzo had cordially stopped him. The jounin inclined his head in greeting, out of respect. Jiraiya, he knew if the oaf was even here, would be glaring at the 'Old War Hawk', he'd so very eloquently put it. Orochimaru was about to speak, an offer of a polite greeting and an apology for his haste (he really needed to catch that Yamanaka), but Danzo had broken the silence.

Orochimaru was...taken aback, really. His eyes widened just a fraction. It certainly was scarce that the man offered praise, and even more so, to offer encouragement. Yet, Orochimaru was always a bit on the more reserved side, taking any praise with a grain of salt. This would be no different, but he did allow himself to bask in it... Just a little bit.

Especially after his latest stint on the battlefield. "Thank you, Danzo-sama. I intend to do just that." His voice was hoarse from disuse and he proffered a shallow bow. "If you'll excuse me? I have a consultation I must attend."

[kittydoremi]

Me when I finish a new chapter of a fanfic I haven't updated for months due to writer's block

[the-ravenclaw-werewolf]

I need to scream out some fanfiction ideas while writing the next chapter so I can get out of writer's block.

I got:

3 Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Ideas

(2 Fusion Fics (Bluey and BBC Sherlock) and 1 Canon Divergence (Speedwagon-centric))

And 2 Lupin the 3rd Ideas

(Both Canon Divergence, one involving Time Traveling and the other involving Fusion (DBZ and Steven Universe type of fusion))

[delusionisaplace]

writers block needs to be kicked in the face 💔 the way i cant even average 5k words a month... 😭😭

NO fr bc i was on the verge of tears when i woke up yesterday and realized that i had no ideas 😭😭 where did all my inspiration gooooo

[lalunanymph]

recently, writing has felt a lot like this for me

[allofasudden00]

Heh... heh... It is a Christmas Miracle huh? I’m finally going to try and start writing chapters again! 

The last update was in July. I know it has been forever and I am deeply sorry! If you stuck around since then, I appreciate you! But those who have left, I do not blame you and I am happy you were here in the first place!