#i'm going to beat this writers block dammit

[shevee-the-word-wielder]

I have officially been writing fanfiction for a year! I'm am now just going to talk about it.

First of all, the fanfiction community is incredible, y'all are amazing and a lot of fun. Of course there's the worse if the bunch but every community has them

I love writing so much; these worlds, people, relations, everything that I'm creating, it all just works in my head and lives together.

Now I write first person, present tense; roast me, hate me, whatever, I don't care, I love being in my main characters head and the words being their thoughts and it really helps some scenes just pop.

There's something special about having a character living rent free in your head at all times, I would've never understood this feeling of I had never bought katfl. And may I mention the Kirby community is incredible (as long as we're not talking about lore), I've made so many friends and I feel so happy.

In my time here I have written 39 thousand words, I suspect that as I improve and continue, these numbers will skyrocket... as soon as I can clear my writer's block (see next paragraph). My stories will continue, my writing will improve, and everything will become cooler, cuter, sadder, scarier, and I will drive your your emotions in ways you can't even imagine.

And, writers block sucks bro, seriously, I hate it so much, I have the ideas, I want to write, and then I can't fucking right!!! Dammit brain, just do it, it's not like my writing style is hard.

My writing style has become something more of, I plan the major scenes, I start to write, and then my brain just goes and goes and goes and goes, words just come to me and I just write them and then it somehow turns into a coherent story with emotional beats and a lot of cool and interesting shit,linking all those planned scenes together! Somehow.

Anyways, that's enough of that, I'll continue writing without shame and continue to meet new people, I hope to have fun in the process! Keep pushing forward, it's worth it. -Shevee

[flaringfoxsoul03]

Oh, hey! Matchups!

Anyway, hi, I'd like a matchup for Twisted Wonderland if you have the time and energy.

Appearance: I am a 165 cm tall, average build, South Asian woman. I have wavy black hair that reaches my shoulders and I usually dress in South Asian attire, usually salwar-kameez. I also wear glasses. I don't really feel comfortable going out without them 😅

My MBTI and enneagram: INTJ 5w4

Star sign: Sagittarius sun, Virgo moon and rising

Sexuality: demiromantic asexual

Personality: I'm pretty calm, collected and hard-working for the most part. People say I'm intelligent, quiet, and polite. I can be sarcastic at times, although people often say it's hard to tell when I'm being sarcastic. I'm probably the most emotional unemotional person I know. I don't really show a whole lot of facial expressions, but I do feel things more deeply than people give me credit for. I also tend to get overwhelmed easily, especially when I'm in really noisy places for prolonged periods of time (RIP ADHD and Autism). When people get to know me, they say that I'm a good listener and that they feel safe to speak their mind to me. I also have a tendency to overestimate my own capacity to do work, so I often bite off more than I can chew and end up burnt out. Regardless, I still finish what I set out to do.

My favourite hobbies include reading, playing video games, listening to classical and lofi hip-hop, and making art. I especially like to draw and paint things that radiate a sense of comfort, nostalgia and serenity. Someone also told me that my artworks also hold a sort of innocence in the composition of the shapes, colours and the overall vibe of what I draw/paint.

I hope this is enough information for a matchup. Thanks for taking the time to read this

I am so sorry about the delay! Just a really bad bought of writer’s block I’m afraid. I’m better now, so allow me to get the show on the road!

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I match you with…

Jamil Viper!

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So this feels like a pretty good match to me. Not because this man is a sly genius, he’s the fool who’s fallen for you. Like I don’t mean this as like a one way street, you both are making decisions effectively together because you can see and hear him for who he is and not judge and he knows the struggles of some of your own flaws and accepts you as well. It’s just like this trauma bonding moment begging to happen and dammit am I making that happen? Hell yes I am!

Jamil has seen you around before and heard a plethora of rumors surrounding you, but initially meeting you in person is as bland as he expected it. Almost too bland, like you were purposefully trying to make yourself smaller and you just looked so done with the world while your other half student was off making trouble with Kalim, so he managed to get his master back on track and you distracting Grim elsewhere. He mentions dinner time for the dorm house of Scarabia in hopes you understand his hidden message. Thank your intellect for picking up on it, because your relationship with Jamil has opened up many new possibilities

He’s fabulous at handling your autism and ADHD due to the fact that I personally headcanon that Kalim is very much so on the autism spectrum and with how he is in general with many things, I would not surprised if he did officially get diagnosed with ADHD. Plus Jamil likes the silence and quiet more than he does with loud parties and frantic conversations that somehow make it over the blaring music. He appreciates the change of pace on what you need, mostly because he needs it too. Kalim just never seems to give up whatsoever on this party business. On top of that, Jamil is intellectually smart emotionally too, mostly thanks to idiots who would wish harm sneakily to Kalim in front of him. He never has a hard time telling when you’re being sarcastic after knowing you a bit, but he does occasionally struggle and will out right tell you about it instead of beating around the bush. He doesn’t see the point of just not having a productive conversation for both partners. The man will not hold any criticism back, he wants you to become your best self possible.

Dude’s been a servant all his life, he’s gonna help you whether you like it or not. It maybe subtle or he’ll just do it right in front of you, he doesn’t care. He just changes his tactics if you ask him to not interfere, usually listens if the problem isn’t hurting you to a point. But he really does love that go-getter attitude, never faltering even though you’re just incredibly burnt out. He is going to make you take breaks with his signature spell if it’s getting to a point where he’s uncomfortable with how you’re treating yourself. But it’s a nice change of pace of just getting things done like he does compared to Kalim and his extreme experience with procrastination.

Loves your unique fashion choices. Not many people wear such clothing related to their ethnic origins in favor of wearing more modern clothes when on campus. He can appreciate the commitment and comfort that it brings you as he wears similar clothing regardless.

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And the follow ups are:

Trey Clover

And

Rook Hunt

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And that’s all folks!

~Fox

[zoominlumen]

I'm trying this new thing to beat my writer's block where I transfer my complete disinterest in the story to my main character (but things are going to happen to him anyway, dammit) I think it's going to work.

[scramblingminds]

Anon, I know you asked for this ages ago and I am so sorry! I hope you can forgive how long this took me. But I had fun with this one. Kinda fluffy sexy even if I can not describe dancing at all lol.  I tried so I hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Lapdancing. Rated M. 

@cynthianicolexoxo @vbabe14 @redm81

A Show

When Daryl got done with his guard shift he was hoping to go back home and relax. He was two houses down when he heard the music pouring out of the open windows of his and Paul's house. Daryl almost turned into Rick's quieter domicile but trudged on and up his porch. The front door was open and Daryl braced for what he might walk in on.  

Daryl hung his bow on its hook by the front door, kicking his boots off as he peaked into the living room. The house had come with a stereo system and stacked on the coffee table were Paul's many mixed CD's. Daryl didn't know the song that was playing but it was fast and upbeat with a decent female singer. This wasn't the first time Paul had set up a little concert in the living room but what Daryl was looking at was a first.  

Paul hadn't had any duties that day so in place of his usual cargos and duster were comfy clothes. A pair of soft athletic pants and worn tee shirt, his hair twisted up in a messy bun. Paul had Judith's little hands clasped in his, helping her shimmy along to the song. Judith was hopping to the beat, not really dancing but much more adorable. Paul was bent down to her level, bobbing along the song as best he could as he sang along.  

Daryl hadn't been noticed yet so he leaned against the door jam, not saying anything as the next song shifted on. It was slower, a sweet almost melancholy melody. Paul didn't waste a moment, he swept Judith off her socked feet and set her on his hip. She giggled as he placed one of her hands on his shoulder and took the other in his large hand.  

He swayed slowly, spinning in place to the beat. Judith looked entranced as Paul whispered the lyrics to her and dipped her sweetly. She grinned big and bashful like she might be even more in love with the man than Daryl was in that moment. One of her hands came to his bearded check, her little fingers burying in it lovingly and she beamed when Paul nuzzled into her palm.  

Daryl had known for a while that he loved the ninja, had said as how but not as often as the younger man said it to him. Now, in this moment though, Daryl was so smitten it was sickening. Paul was beautiful, inside and out but Daryl had never thought so more than right then. All soft around the edges in their home, barefooted on the carpet while dancing with Judith. Damn, Daryl was almost melting from it all.  

"Aren't they just the cutest?" A voice whispered right in Daryl's ear.

"FUCK!" Daryl yelped, whipping around to find Michonne throwing her head back in laughter.  

Daryl's face was on fire as he glared at the woman. He hadn't heard her walk up, to engrossed in the scene before him. Not that the woman could blame him, she had stood for a moment before deciding to scare the shit out of Daryl.  

"Uncle Daryl, 'Chonne!" Judith cheered as Paul set her down and picked up the remote to hit the mute button.  

Judith tackled Daryl's legs as he turned back around, he chuckled as he pried her loose so he could pick her up. She cupped his warm face in her hands, telling him all about all the dancing she had done. Daryl nodded glancing over to see Paul smiling almost bashfully as he collected her things. Daryl nodded along with her as Michonne took her bag from Paul. Michonne held her arms out to the girl and Daryl passed her over.

"We can dance some more tomorrow, right Uncle Paul?" Judith asked from Michonne's hip.  

Paul reached out and took her hand, bowing to kiss her knuckles, "Whatever m'lady wishes."  

Judith squealed and clapped as Michonne thanked Paul for pulling babysitting duty so much lately. Paul loved it, he usually only had Judith but some days Aaron would leave Gracie too. He loved the little girls so he was more than happy to do it.  

Michonne closed the door as she and Judith waved bye. Daryl scratched at the back of his neck as he felt Paul staring at him, he glanced over at him to see the wide smirk there, "Shut up."

Paul laughed as Daryl grumbled over to sit on the couch, the younger man collecting his CD's to replace on the proper shelf. Daryl laid his head back closing his eyes, listening to Paul moving about the room. The curtains dragged shut but the windows stayed open, the late afternoons were too warm to close them and it wasn't hot enough to warrant turning on the central air.  

"It's yer fault she snuck up on me." Daryl mumbled making Paul snort.

"How so?" The sound of the stereo's CD tray opening followed the question.

"Makin' such a show, who wouldn't get distracted?" Daryl grinned as the other man stopped moving for a few beats.

"A show?" Paul's voice was full of teasing as the sound of cases opening and shutting could be heard then the tray whirled closed.  

"What else would ya call it?" Daryl opened his eyes, looking up to see Paul's face covered with a mischievous smirk.

"That was just playing around," Paul shrugged casually walking over to the coffee table picking up the remote that sat on it before easily sliding it over the carpet and out of the way. Daryl quirked an eyebrow as Paul stood in front of him, he hit a few buttons the remote before tossing it aside, "This is what I would call a show."  

The music started instantly, sultry enough to make Daryl sit up straight, was that Beyoncé? Paul's hips started swaying slowly, perfectly in sync. Paul's hands came to his stomach, bunching his shirt up slowly as he rocked to the beat. Daryl's mouth went dry, fingers clenching as Paul grinned while that thick happy trail came into view.

Daryl had never had something like this happen to him. Merle had gone to clubs like that before and dragged him inside and sat through girls floundering around his lap but this was different. This set his blood on fire as Paul's lean torso came into view, the shirt slipping off and falling to the floor.  

Daryl swallowed as Paul took a step forward, turning with so much flare before bending over to shake his ass right in Daryl's face. The fabric of his pants going tight over the firm flesh, Paul's fingers hooking his thumbs in the waistband as he looked over his shoulder. He stood back up straight and the expression on Daryl's flushed face must have been just what he wanted it to be.

The pants hit the floor without a sound, Paul kicking them away as he did that bend thing again that made Daryl lightheaded. All the blood his body was pooling in his crotch, his dick so hard in his jeans he was sure the zipper would give any moment. The black briefs were maybe just a bit too tight but Daryl was far from complaining. Daryl wasn't blind, Paul had an amazing ass just like the rest of his amazing physique.  

Paul dragged his hands up his thick thighs, fingertips teasing at the waist of his underwear before continuing upward. His hands buried in his own hair, his hips never lost the sway of the beat as the hair tie came free. Paul spun around fast, his hair whipping in a perfect halo before falling back over his shoulders. Daryl's heart was pounding so hard and loud to his own ears he couldn't even hear the song anymore.

Another step had Paul stand between Daryl's knees, Daryl whimpered as Paul put his hands on his shoulders. Paul grinned as he swirled his hips to the beat before planting his knees on the cushions on either side of Daryl's hips. Daryl gasped as his lap was filled with Paul's warm undulating form. His hands twitched and Paul didn't miss it.

Paul leaned down, forehead resting on Daryl's as he still swayed to the song and he took Daryl's hands to place them on his hips. Daryl's fingers dug in but in no way stopped the movement of them. Daryl knew Paul could feel how hard he was but Daryl could also feel the erection pressing into his own stomach. Paul's hips slowed as the song ended, his nose brushing over Daryl's before he swept the older man into a kiss.

Daryl's hands slid up his back, pulling him closer as he came to settle in the larger man's lap. Daryl was more breathless than Paul as their lips moved messily. Paul's fingers buried in his hair, holding tightly like there was ever a possibility that Daryl was going anywhere.  

"Okay," Daryl gasped as Paul pulled his mouth back but just pressed their foreheads back together, "That was a damn show."

"Mmmhmm," Paul hummed, looking at Daryl's through his lashes before whispering, "You want an encore?"  

Daryl nodded so fast and hard he almost knocked them both out.  

[hobgoblinorbit]

Stendhal Syndrome | BNHA p.2

summary: sometimes its hard to control your quirk. you expected it to happen on your first day. but you did not expect how fast it would calm down

genre: yandere, if you squint hard enough

pairing: ???? x reader

date: 11-11-20

word count: 650

warning: none

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You cackled lowly as you hid from the watchful eyes of the UA students. They had no idea you were there. Except for Aizawa, of course. You saw him check on you every few mintues and no one else but you seemed to notice. You always noticed though, whether you saw it or not. You could just feel it.

You could always feel it.

Another low cakle left you as you watched Aizawa restrain the blond hot head that went after the curly haired boy. Oh, it was fun to watch people go mad for the simplest of things.

"Y/n" Aizawa called out to you, confusing the other students.

Dammit, you got caught.

"Mr. Aizawa, we don't have a 'Y/n' in our class" A small girl with short redish brown hair announced, tilting her head. The other students nodded in agreement. Aizawa let go of the hot headed blonde. He turned to face the direction of your hiding space, watching as you slowly creeped out.

You walked towards the group of students, your eyes flickering over all of their faces quickly. They didn't looked scared, atleast they didn't show it. You could just feel it, in some more than others.

"Class, this is our new student, Y/n. Please treat them nicely." Aizawa then turned to the curly haired boy. You followed his movements, seeing the boy hold his hand that had a broken finger.

Ah, no surprise. UA students were some of the stupidest. Wonder what he did for that to happen.

Aizawa then turned back to class, "We'll continue this lesson tomorrow. For now, get well acquainted with Y/n." He patted your shoulder awkwardly and squinted his eyes at the group.

"Be nice to her" You giggled as Aizawa grumbled out the small threat and walked away towards his yellow sleeping bag.

Once everyone gathered around you, you bowed dramatically. "My name is Y/n. Pleasure meeting everyone" A tall bluenette with glasses spoke up.

"It's a pleasure meeting you but what is your last name?" You felt a pang of fear shoot straight through you.

Looking up you could see some of the peoples faces were looking nervous. Even Aizawa was awake, his hand at the top of his sleeping bags zipper, just in case.

Your breathed out a shaky laugh. The pounding of heart beats becoming too loud. "You ask too many questions" You mumbled. Aizawa slowly stepped out, about to come and pull you away from the class.

When the curly green haired guy beamed up at you.

The pounding of hearts had stopped. Only hearing your own heart beat.

You studied his face. A bright eye smile with freckled cheeks that held a slight pink tint to it. "You don't have to tell us. We're sorry for asking, it must be personal." Aizawa stopped halfway, in awe as he felt you go back to normal. Only one other person was able to calm down your quirk and that was your father.

You heard some people sigh in relief, the bluenette basically shaking in his boots.

"I'm Izuku Midoriya by the way. And this here is Tenya Iida" The curly haired kid pointed to the bluenette with his good finger.

You gave Izuku a small, shy smile. The tips of your ears turning a shade darker.

"Its nice to meet you. But maybe you should head to Miss Recovery Girl" You looked towards Aizawa, who was now sitting half way out of his sleeping bag. "I'll bring him to Miss Recovery Girl, if you don't mind Sensei"

He nodded, letting you leave with a blushing Izuku as you dragged him by his good hand. Some of the students hunched over in relief as you left. "Did you guys feel that? It was like I was gonna be consumed by fear" Denki shivered and held onto himself.

"It's Y/n's quirk. I can't really explain how it works. But I'd advise you to not ask so many personal questions at once. They didn't grow up the same as you have" Aizawa sighed. Even after all these years, your quirk took a huge toll on him.

a/n: ah, part two is up!! im so happy about this 💛 hopefully i wont hit a writers block (knowing my luck, i prolly will) also the more i re-read this the more cringey it sounds ugh

[almaasi]

Hello! I'm an amateur writer and a lover of your fanfics! (THEY ARE PERFECTION!) I was wondering how long it normally take for you to write your stories? Sometimes I've been writing for an entire afternoon and then realize I've only written 500 words. It can be frustrating, especially, when it's only a rough draft.

hi there~ (replying 4 days late?? sorry) (also thank you!!! glad you like my stories~)

writing for hours and realising you’ve written almost nothing is something that happens to all writers, i think. it definitely happens to me. (also 500 words ain’t bad?? i think that’s maybe a standard day’s writing for writers who aren’t fic writers)

so. basing this solely on my currently published+completed works: from the point of writing the first word, to the point where i hit publish on ao3, my fics can take me anywhere from 1.5 hours (What's a Hickey?) to 8 months (Angelhawke - although almost all of that was written in a 2.5 month block, the rest was procrastinating and editing). and an average of 4 months isn’t even correct, given the massive expanses of time between some fics.

when i actually get to typing, and the world disappears and i become one with the keyboard, i type about 1,000 words per hour. more if it’s largely dialogue or a sex scene, because for some reason that goes faster. less, if i’m tired or i’m writing a block of narrative text. (again, 500 words is perfectly reasonable, anon. you crafted those 500 words with great effort. therefore they are worthy words.)

when I was writing Angelhawke I was writing 8 to 10k per night. it was the most bizarre, intense, and mentally freeing part of my life, hands down. i did nothing except write, eat, and sleep. but you know what? that was perfect. because for two years prior, all i’d done was eat and sleep. writing Angelhawke filled a void in my soul that has never become fully empty since, even at my worst times. (is this relevant? i dunno. but 8 to 10k is a HELL OF A LOT, even for me. one night i even did 12k and i have no idea how, i think i typed for 14 hours straight. nowadays i count 5k as impressive, 4k as a good point to stop if i’m tired.)

fff i wish i could just answer “lol a long time” but I’M REALLY BAD AT SHORT ANSWERS. the answer varies so much as well!!! you deserve an accurate answer dammit, and besides that i’m kinda interested too

also i should note that i’m not really sure what the concept of a “rough draft” involves, since i’ve never worked like that. i just put the whole thing down and tweak until i’m happy. (i lost marks in school for this. teachers want complete rewrites and AIN’T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT, especially now when my work is often novel-length.) sometimes i’ll scrap a scene if i’m stuck and take the story a little way in another direction, but i’ll never write the same scene a second time. i mean, if it didn’t work the first time, i’m not doing it again. i don’t even understand how rewriting is meant to help. (wouldn’t you just end up with the same words again?? if the same thing happens???) (in case it’s not obvious, i failed all my classes at school. i’m good at writing, i’m not good at knowing how to do things the way teachers like)

in comparison:

Try-Something Tuesday (42k) took me five days, while Drop Anchor (also 42k) took me about 2.5 months.

Welcome All Winchesters (60k) took me 2 months + about a week, and i deleted a third of what i wrote. Held in Your Tender Hands (59.8k) took me 4 months almost to the day, including a month’s break.

Shadows Across the Camera Lens (13.7k) took me two days, each day being six months apart, and then a couple days of editing. Roost (12k) took me exactly a month, writing for only 6 of those days. (which is weird, ‘cause i remember it taking two days right next to each other. i must’ve enjoyed it so much it made time fly.)

the time a fic takes is so completely relevant to my health at the time. if i were healthy i’d probably write more consistently. i honestly have no idea how long it takes anyone else to write, but i’m trying really hard not to compare, because the only person whose record i need to beat is my own. and even then, i gotta learn to go easy on myself, because if i don’t meet my own ridiculously high standards all the time, i’m just going to be miserable. to all writers, especially struggling or chronically ill writers, i recommend being gentle with yourself, and making your goals relative to your current ability, not anyone else’s, and not your previous self’s.

tl;dr -- at a guess, excluding outliers, the average fic probably takes me about a week. maybe. that’s probably wrong. i’m always probably wrong. spoiler alert, i am not a credible source for my own information. and i’m really bad at answering messages, both concisely and on time.

ALSO I HIT 1400 AO3 SUBSCRIBERS WHILE TYPING THIS AND GOING TO MY STATS PAGE FOR LINKS THANK YOU THAT WAS FUN TO SEE