#just let me writeeeee!

[wastheheart]

Pls, brain, just let me respond to asks and drafts.

Brain: ESME IS BEING LOVED HOW SHE'S MEANT TO IN THIS PARTICULAR VERSE. YOU MUST RESPOND TO THESE SPECIFIC ASKS/THREADS ASAP.

[l3ominor]

guyyyyysssss my muse is being mean to meeeeeee

[keeps-ache]

need to be exploding something but i Can't for some reason. just Can Not. my ability to do is just. Nay

[newathens]

i’ve been in such a posally if i could only just write something. anything really

[bluemoon1331]

bangs head on wall, bangs head on wall, bangs head on wall-

Hello burnout my old friend. I see you've come to speak with me again.

I just wanna write the scenes you've been giving me all month, brain. Why you do this to me brain. Why do you torment me so. Grragh.

[heretoobsessstuff]

Last line tag

thank u sm to @middlingmay for the tag <333 i'm sorry i'm late to this (again)

but here's a snippet from my Gale!whump fic which is still untitled :)

The movement pulled John from the light edge of sleep, his eyes fluttering open as he felt Gale press against him. “Buck,” he said softly, his voice rough with sleep, “be careful. Your stitches—” Gale’s lips curved faintly, his eyes cracking open just enough to meet John’s worried gaze. His voice was quiet, soft with lingering drowsiness. “I’ll be fine, darling.” John froze, his breath catching at the word. Darling. It rolled off Gale’s tongue like honey, rich and unhurried. The tone was so casual, so unguarded, as though he’d been calling John that for years. It took John a moment to process, but the gentle affection in Gale’s voice hit him all at once, sending a rush of warmth through his chest. “Darling?” John echoed, his voice trembling, barely above a whisper. His heart raced, thumping painfully against his ribs, while a flush crept up his neck, his cheeks burning with heat. He was grateful Gale was half asleep and the room nearly pitch black, sparing him the embarrassment of being caught blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush. Gale’s lips twitched, an almost-smile. “Mmhmm,” he murmured, his eyes slipping closed again, as if he didn’t notice—or didn’t care—about the whirlwind of emotions he’d just sent John into.

im acc so excited to share this one! finals r not letting me writeeeee ugh tagging @alienoresimagines @rangerelizabeth and @onyxsboxes @joeyalohadream if they want! np my loves <3

[starlightwoofwoof]

~ Before Count Emerged ~

guuuyyyysssss I wrote that angsty SM x MLB AU Streber thing I said I wanted to writeeeee- ��

alright here ya go-

A loud slam of a door could be heard from anywhere in the house. It's how Streber ended his screaming. It's the only way he could end his screaming.

Streber could barely control his heavy breathing. He was so angry. Why couldn't his friends just leave him be? Why did they have to check up on him so much? The incident happened a month ago! He should be fine now, right? At least, that's kind of what Streber thought.

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP, I'M FINE. STOP THINKING I'M NOT!!"

"Streber, calm down, please, screaming isn't-"

"NO, I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!"

"No- drawing." The idea popped up in Streber's mind, interrupting the flashbacks he was having of him yelling at his friends. His only hand clenched, grabbing his blanket in a tight, stressed grip. "Drawing will help me calm down. It always does."

Streber got up, shuffled over to his favorite desk, and sat down. "Draw. Just draw something." Streber grabbed the pen that was always on his desk. He was shaking from the leftover anger that was still in him. Why wouldn't it just go away?

Pushing the pen against the paper, Streber started to draw. At least, he tried to. "Just draw a rat. You like rats, don't you?" Streber drew a circle. An imperfect one, but a circle. "A rat. Just need ears, a snout, body and tail. That's it." Streber didn't want to admit it, but he was struggling. He couldn't draw with his right hand very well. This only made him angrier.

He drew one of the rat's ears. Why was this so hard? He drew the inside of the ear. Why doesn't it look right? Drawing the little beady eyes was fine enough. But why was he shaking so much?

"Nothing will look right again. I won't be able to draw right again. They don't know what it's like to lose half an arm, and their dominant arm at that. They don't know what it's like to struggle on the floor as they bleed out. They don't know what it's like to see people just pass on by as if they weren't in pain! I was nothing but a HAUNTED HOUSE PROP that night. Nothing but a scare to the guests. Nothing but a cannibal's meal."

Streber started to mindlessly scribble on the paper, completely forgetting about the whole rat idea. He was blinded by rage.

"They don't know ANYTHING. They don't know how I felt! Damn it, I should've DIED that night. I should've DIED AND NEVER CAME BACK."

Streber could feel tears start to prick his eyes. He didn't want to cry, but he could feel the barrier start to break. Streber's pen slipped out of his hand, and fell right onto his 'drawing'. A tear dripped down his face, and splashed onto the paper. And then another slipped out of his eyes and dropped down onto the paper. Streber let a saddened whine escape his throat, and then he soon fell onto the paper as well. His arm moved down to his side, and his stump that once had his left forearm stayed right where it now always was.

"I should've died ..." Streber mumbled, letting out a sob he'd been holding in for hours. He felt like a mess. He was a mess. Streber was so much of a mess, he couldn't hear the akuma fluttering into his room. It took a moment to fly over to Streber's vampire costume cape, which he had hung on his closet's doorknob. He hadn't touched it since he returned home.

A few seconds later, Streber's vision started to blur. He could feel himself starting to lift his head up, as if he needed to focus. Streber almost felt like he wasn't so sad anymore.

"Count Bloodsucker, I am Metamorpho!"

Maybe a little trade offer could cheer Streber up. A priest, in exchange for new powers to turn him into a real vampire ...

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Streberrrrrr ☹️

but ye- heh I think I’ve calmed my excitement down a bit now that I’ve written this lol

expect this to be in Count’s chapter, which will hopefully be soon after Chapter 4 and the Chapter 5 short!!

[pazzispizookies]

HEY POOKIE

I heard you needed some inspo and someone to talk to so I shall share my thoughts

- end of the last ch was so cute and perfect Paige being awkward at first makes so much sense I think keep that up— like because of Azzi’s bad experiences with intimacy too Paige would obviously want to take things slow but I think Azzi would be getting annoyed cuz she trusts p and so she just kind of laughs and is like come on it’s fine

- some more angst will probs be good in some time but not too much just a lil bit like maybe when figuring out how to navigate the relationship and it’s just kind of new to them, one of them might keep emotions bottled up or smth about bad performance or smth because they don’t wanna like ‘burden’ or annoy the other

- just more cutesyness is what I want🥰 cuddling and being adorable

- the team making fun of them once they all find out is a must and especially nika and Caroline being secretive about it and then everyone starts to get sus

- like Paige and Azzi would be doing math that looks normal to the team but nika and carol know���maybe p is blushing super hard or they play a drinking truth or dare game and are asked to kiss the prettiest person in the room

- when they go back out again for a night Paige being SUPER overprotective and almost not letting her go

- some angst around Paige babying Azzi too much even tho shes trying to protect her, Azzi likely still wants her freedom and stuff and then they talk it out and Paige is like ik but I’m just scared and it was so hard to see you like that

Okay I’ll send more if I think of it, but loving the story so far and if you want try to make the chapters longer, but u do wtv works for you 🙃

THANK YOU POOKIIEEEE, I literally just answered someone else question and I was like “nah I’m gonna end the series” but like your right I could do so much more with it,

Y’all I’m just struggling with making the conversations natural like there so hard to writeeeee guys but yknow I shall power through,

I can definitely do some cuteness chapter 10 but with that there shall be angst in chapter 11. Like no spoilers but protective p will come out.

But feel free to DM me this was so kind and I appreciate it so very very much, much love to you pookie I hope we chat soon 💋💋 @souplored

[delugyu]

hii im a new follower and i really love your works i just went through your drabbles and read all of them and i just finished cold cursed city too, its so great! im so excited to see more fics from you soon! youre a great writer and i hope u keep doing them!! love your needy pathetic! txt contents like theyre not soo subby bc they still kinda get away with what they want and thats the kind of fics that i fw ahahahaha like not too subby but also not too dom hehe

EEK u are so so cute and sweet hehe tysm 😚😚😚 i just did ten backflips for u btw from how happy this made me. i luvvvv writing and the feedback fr keeps me wanting to write all the time lol. my friends are gonna hate me soon cause im writing in my free time instead of hanging out with them LMFAO. no don’t worry it won’t actually get to that point lol

yayyyy i’m so glad ur liking my stuff so far! i only made this acc in january so in the grand scheme of things ur prob gonna be like one of the og followers lmao. AHHHHH i literally have a fic teaser im posting later today so look forward to that friend 🤞 ur making me blushhhh omg got me smiling at my phone in my campus library like an idiot lol i’m very happy u think i’m a good writer<3

YES GAWD the needy pathetic txt agenda will be something that lives on for as long as my account is active… u get me so well omg the desperation that makes the power dynamics kinda ambiguous FUCKKK like that’s what i love the most in smut UGHH

ty for this u are so lovely 🤍🤍🤍 hope to see u more as i continue to writeeeee i will do my best I WONT LET U DOWN!!!

[majimassqueaktoy]

Thinking about how Makoto came so close to embodying the spirit of a Hannya when she decided vengeance was the only thing that would satiate her grief...

[krak-house]

actually. hold on.

what if izzy always wears a glove bc he's got a prosthetic finger like lucius? they're already clearly narrative foils, what's one more similarity between them?

[whentherewerebicycles]

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[gaystuartlittle]

my boss let me go home early challenge

[neatotothethirddegree]

OJ LORE. God this is hard to writeeeee

tw- homelessness, starvation, shit like that

To put it the most blunt way i possibly can, OJ was homeless before the start of ii. He lived out of a van in the middle of the city. He was with some not-great-but-we-need-each-other people. He had a job, but the money earned- it wasnt enough. Just. It fuckint sucked. I feel like this kinda explains a lot of his behaviors? His want of an alliance but him not trusting his members very heavily. Him getting extremely scared and angry when others even show SIGNS of betrayal and dropping them on a dime. His general defensiveness. Him being kind of a control freak which carries over into season 3. Him being quite impatient thinking he deserves this cause. He honestly DOES deserve this? He Needs this. Like this kinda matters to him. Even his quietness at the beginning can slightly be explained. He was in a city b4 coming here, where strangers were dicks about the he looked and smelled, so hes gonna be a bit wary. It was all so scary. Who knows how long hes had to live not knowing whats gonna happened every day. It also kinda explains why he made the hotel a thing in the first place? He thought, “Idk the lives of these people here. nor do i WANT to know, but If theres even one person who has a similar life to me, i dont want them going home hungry again.” The only exceptions were the dicks. ofc they cant come. They were dicks

How he directly joined though? He was with a ‘friend’ and they were searching for odd jobs on their phones, and OJ came across and ad that seemed legit enough? All you had to do was put an email in. The worst thing that could happen is a data leak, but OJ didnt have much to protect anyways. It was also a half joke? kinda. Deep down, OJ really wanted this. He needed this. This wasnt his ‘last chance’ but it was an important one. but he joked saying this was just a free lottery. Free lotteries are harder to win than expensive ones. Later down the line. he checked his email and found he was accepted. This is the most blunt and least nuanced version. but i dont wanna go on forever.

UHHH. If anythint in this is offensive im totally able to rewrite or completely leave it be/delete this. i was in bad poverty but never homelessness. (atleast not long term) so. I hope i didn’t say anything harmful. If i did please let me know /g -🦶

OOOH YOOOOOO THIS MAKES A LOTTA SENSE ACTUALLY,,, Foot why are you literally so smart what the fuck

Im glad OJ won he deserved it I think

[m0stlygoodvibes]

Every time I have any sort of free time my brain is like LETS WRITEEEEE and then as soon as I get my laptop open my brain just looks at me like ‘the fuck you want from me’

[silverineontherun]

Just when I’m pumped af and inspired for my new chapter, EXTRA, HARD, UNWANTED WORK MAKES ITS ENTRANCE AND PUNCHES ME IN THE FACE.

Let me writeeeee noooow, damn it!!! We have premiere tomorrow, I will be all over the place later!!! T_T