#i wanna write but I'm having a block

[prismatica-the-strange]

[vizishereig]

Chreon Week: Patching Wounds (Day 1)

Leon wakes slowly to a throbbing pain in his head. His body feels much of the same, just one huge bruise. More pain is concentrated around the side of his abdomen, though. He shifts, trying to prop himself up, only to be met with a hand gently pushing him down.

Leon’s eyes fly open and he struggles more, trying recall where he is. He was… brought as backup on a mission with Chris and some of his team. They had split up upon entering the facility, some old-looking house that had a hidden lab under it. Chis and himself taking the higher levels while the rest of the male’s team took the lower ones.

The lab was void of people, but B. O.W.S. still prowled its halls. They had learned why soon enough, finding out that one of the creatures had escaped containment and went on a killing spree, effectively ridding the area of whatever personnel had been here previously.

For the most part, the BOWS here were simple minded, if a bit difficult to kill, covered with an armour-like plating. They’re able to dislodge the armour from their skin like a projectile, rendering the flesh underneath vulnerable. From there, they’re easy to dispatch, so long as you aren’t hit by one of the plates.

Leon wasn’t hit by a plate, more like grazed, but the pain had distracted him enough to make a wrong step on a weak looking section of the floor and fall through. Leading to where he is now, he supposes, vision finally focusing and seeing Chris eyeing him with concern.

“Stop moving, I’m trying to treat your side,” Chris says, brown eyes focusing back on Leon’s side, spraying first aid spray on the wound. It was bleeding sluggishly and honestly didn’t hurt that bad. It definitely didn’t warrant this much care, in Leon’s opinion. He’s operated with worse.

His brow furrows as he opens his mouth to voice as much, but one glare from Chris has Leon rolling his eyes and quieting. He’s aware the other would be stubborn about this and his head hurts just a bit too much to try and argue.

“What happened to the B. O. W.?” Leon asks instead, already knowing the answer. Chris moves away from the wound, satisfied with what care he could manage to administer. Leon pushes himself up, wincing a bit, but otherwise fine.

“Dead. It fell in after you and got its leg trapped under some rubble. Easy enough to kill after that,” Chris replies, standing and offering a hand to Leon. He raises an eyebrow, but takes it, letting Chris pull him up. The hand lingers for a second before Chris lets go, but Leon shrugs it off.

“Well. Let’s go, then,” Leon says, shooting Chris a wry smile and moving away. Clenches his hand repeatedly trying to memorize or maybe forget the feeling of Chris’s hand in his. Forces himself to get a grip, shaking his head a little and settling himself back in a headspace more made to fight B. O. W. S.

He'll probably overthink this interaction later, when he gets back from the mission and his adrenaline is down. But that’s for later.

[mellowwillowy]

On hiatus for an indefinite moment.

[tswwwit]

Man, I love it when I finally figure out where a piece is going wrong, I just wish it didn't come with the days of existential agony beforehand.

Also I have got to write out this other idea before I forget it. At least that one is for a WIP I already started, not a new one.

[pinkhysteria]

i need matt in that jury so bad so i can stop being subjected to these annoying ass, infantilizing takes from both fans and the other players. his refusal to play his own game being twisted into 'poor matty is being taken advantage of by the evil monster jag' is so unserious.

[risuola]

wips that i'm currently working on:

contract killer!toji x contract killer!reader x handler!shiu

archangel!satoru x demon!reader

heian era!sukuna x sacrifice!reader

[zombiepatch]

watching vids of people showing their commonplace journals / general journals and suddenly being hit with an intense wave of sadness because my life feels so dull and pathetic 😭 it's not even over anything major either it's just like... "i threw in some pics i took w/ my friend on this page" and i go... fuuuuck

[prentissluvr]

the urge to change my mind about writing suggestive/smut on here because sam just makes me that horny and i'm lowkey good at writing smut with feelings and that's what sam is to me

[svtskneecaps]

friends and fiends if this truly spells the Over for the qsmp i may let the brainworms that have been festering in me for MONTHS--A YEAR, EVEN--win.

i may summarize the goddamn fucking lore.

[sydns]

I've had this thing stuck in my head for a while

In my own personal world/AU, Monspeet & Derieri are really popular. And it's not because they're my favorite characters, but because of a spin off

A magical girl spin off of nnt, where Elizabeth, Diane, & Elaine are the main trio and Gelda, Derieri, & Melascula are the main villainess trio and so on and they kinda do classic magical girl things although it's pretty clear that's there's some very big lore underneath. Epic fights and more focus on the characterization of the girls while sticking to a thin line between canon & fanon.

Out of everyone in the show, Derieri (along with Monspeet) makes the most impactful introductions. Derieri bringing a brutal reality check to the main trio by defeating them with ease.

And when they do defeat Derieri and Elizabeth goes for the final blow, Monspeet just- stops it. Countering Elizabeth's attack and going to Derieri's aid. He's scolded by her, of course- but she surrenders. Making it their win. Their canon dynamic being there in the spin off made it so much interesting

[remyfire]

Guy who has about 50,000 words he'd like to write before getting back to STAE: I miss STAE

[some-pers0n]

Bored and I wanna get back into the swing of writing. Anyone got WoF oneshot requests? I can prolly crank 300-500 words for one. Canon characters of course. I like a good ol' canon scene rewrite, but I'm not opposed to making up something quick

[dootznbootz]

You've been blocked so you won't see anything I post. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ You're safe from my fanfiction now. I literally tag my own silly shit with a different tag with #shot by odysseus so it won't go into the main stuff. You don't HAVE to see it. And AGAIN! This isn't constructive criticism!!! You're just saying you don't like it!

[theflyingfeeling]

fanfic rambling in the tags, nothing interesting really, just me talking to myself lol, okay to ignore or read as you please ✨

[crunchy-criss-1]

i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore i can't take it anymore get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head

[foxgloveinspace]

SamTron Drabble:

From this prompt lists (this one is SPICY)

16) accidental i love you’s during sex

It had been a rushed affair to get where they where, kneeling in the middle of the living room of the apartment Tron had been staying in. Tron hadn’t even had the time to completely unrezz his suit, bits of it still sticking to his shoulders, as Sam rocked his hips forward behind him, his cock sliding between his thighs, pushed up hot and prefect against his central pleasure circuits.

Sam had one arm hooked around his shoulder, pressing him firmly against his chest, his face pressed firmly into Tron’s neck, and he was reveling in it, Sam’s hot breath against his neck, the side of his face. They where pressed so close together that it was like Sam was trying to become one with him. Tron’s hands where wrapped tightly around the arm around him, he knew he was vocalizing, but he wasn’t sure if he was muttering nonsense or fractures of words.

He heard Sam hum, he could tell in the shift of his hips that was close, but his other hand came down and pressed right above where his cock was moving against Tron’s body.

Tron’s whole body shuddered at the added stimulation, almost too much, light leaking at the corner of his eyes, and Sam pressed a kiss to his temple, a shush falling from his lips, and Tron chocked on a wrecked sound, one Sam had called a ‘sob’ before, though when he had told him how it worked, he didn’t understand how one could sob without tears. Sam had kinda chuckled at the time, but said it happened to humans that way sometimes too.

Another sob of a sound wrecked through his body as the energy that was building from Sam’s continued stimulation of his body peaked a second time for the night, and he fully let his weight fall against Sam’s chest, which he took, supporting him fully as he chased his own release.

Tron couldn’t see Sam, so he turned his head and tucked his face against Sam’s neck, a mirror of the position from just moments ago.

“I love you,” he mumbled, and froze. Sam’s arm’s shifted, wrapping around him fully, as he came.

They stayed their on their knees for a moment, Sam still panting, and Tron still heaving.

Sam pulled back just slightly, capturing Tron’s mouth with his own, leaving them both breathless again as he pulled back, “I love you too.”

Tron knew his circuits where turning pink, but he didn’t care, smile sharp as he stood and pulled Sam too his feet to get them both cleaned up.