#i wanna write but I'm having a block

[prismatica-the-strange]

[lunaetis]

[ my fixation had been bouncing between h.sr, w.uwa, p.gr, and pacrim that my thoughts & excitement are all over the places. i'm also quite busy with work given the upcoming event & i'll have to work this weekend as well. i've just recently broken myself out of writer's block so i'll do my best to get things i owe out bit by bit ! i'm sorry i had been sporadic with my ic content as of late ;; i have so many things i want to do / write but limited free time / energy / attention span to do it. i'll try to get the asks i have out too bc i have many things in there i had been screaming about & super eager to reply to ! pls know that i did receive them and i'm really excited about them despite how slow i am hjlkhlk i shall get them out as soon as possible i promise ! ]

[nerditudes]

An IMPORTANT UPDATE to my Hades' info and about.

I really do not give a flying fuck about what the mythology says. My interpretation is exclusive to the DIDNEY FILM and that one VIDEO GAME with the kid who carries a giant key. If you want to interact with me, then you write knowing this interpretation is not the one associated with mythology.

Hades is a villain, but he's not irredeemable. He has fondness for an incredibly short list of folk. He can be downright amicable to those under his care. This is my blog and I write him how I want to.

And as always with these PSAs-- there is no need to announce your departure. This isn't the 1800s.

Cuz I've gotten anons about Hades and Persephone being in a happy loving relationship-- please fuck all the way off. I don't care what the 'lore' is this is an adaptation of a fictionalized version of the Greek Mythology character through a modern lens and my own preferences.

[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.

[st4rryyynight]

★smqerhhhh...im sleepy.. can't even work on requests at the moment ahsshshshsg★

[eastofedean]

wish I'd be good at creating literally anything so I could become a real part of the fandom

[mellowwillowy]

On hiatus for an indefinite moment.

[localsharkcryptid]

I am full of the urge to try and find new roleplay partners so I can write silly things and make friends but I am also full of the worst social anxiety known to man simultaneously

[ellipsesandawkwardpauses]

@heartz4moth, you asked for it. here it is. the first part to my very long (at least for my standards) fic

Replica --------------------------------------------------------------ellipses ⭐

“DON’T touch ANY of my books, okay, Hierophant?”

“Alright, alri-”

“Especially those ones on the shelf over there! Those are… my special ones…”

Hierophant held up his hands in surrender, laughing softly at the High Priestess’ insistence.

“Don’t worry; I won’t touch any of them…” “Good. Oh, and… thank you for helping me out with my cleaning, Hierophant. You really didn’t have to.” “No, no! It’s fine. I like the work, anyways.”

High Priestess’ face flushed at that, which Hierophant didn’t understand. He seemed to have that effect on just about every woman he talked to, plus one certain man.

“Ah, I should get going. Thanks again, Hierophant!~”

High Priestess turned around and ran down the hallway to the front door of her home, slamming the door shut behind her. Hierophant stood there by himself, taking in the smell of her library, which had an oddly comforting new book smell (well, it did make sense. He was in a library, after all).

Hierophant grabbed the duster High Priestess had lent to him, and walked towards one of the many shelves, beginning to clean off all the dust that had accumulated there. He began humming to himself, enjoying the comfort of the work. His good friend, Death, had warned him about people taking advantage of his kindness and willingness to help just about anybody. Hierophant had insisted that they weren’t ‘taking advantage of him’, they were just making simple requests (Death very much disagreed, though).

As he was finishing up cleaning the row he was on, he was startled by a big, thick black book that jutted out from the shelf. Hierophant reached to grab the book, but quickly recalled High Priestess’ warning. He didn’t want to disobey her rules, but curiosity got the better of him, and he pulled the book down.

(part 1/?)

[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.

[dayndream]

I wanna write but can't decide what about, ugh

[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

[luv-again]

okay, decided to save my happy for you - sonic's ode to shadamy piece brewing in my brain a bit longer so I can specifically write it as fic. I want to write it and have its intended effect to hit right off, so I'll pin it :) greatness takes time or wtvr tf lmao

instead, I'm gonna do another piece for school in my more poetic style and see how that works out bc I think I owe it to myself to produce at least one good thing for this course ;-;

[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

[t3ddyd0ll]

i wrote it in my pinned as well, but for now, requests are closed! if you've already sent one previous to this post, your req will still be written <3 im working on getting my comms going so once i have that all set up and all current requests written, i'll open them back up again! thank u for ur understanding <3

[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.