#writers block too lololol

[dinoshimaaa]

Dont Know How

Childe has a crush. You just take the train every morning. (fluff, different colleges au)

masterpost - sher's bday

tag: @souglias

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It’s 8.13am. Childe hastily makes his way towards the train station, hoping not to miss the next train coming in just two minutes. Manoeuvring between the crowds of commuters, he tries his best to not hurt anyone as he swerves and skip-hops and apologises to those he bumps into.

His efforts pay off very soon— the train is in sight, and it has just arrived at the platform. Now all he has to do it make it onto the train, and only that train, no other train—

He almost makes it. The end is near. The train approaches closer, closer and Childe is almost confident he can make it. Adrenaline rushes through his legs and it pushes him forward and faster. One more step, one less person to push aside. One less apology. One more chance.

And then his heart drops when the light at the door starts blinking, signalling that the train is leaving soon. The doors shut right in front of his face, just as he makes it to the gate, and all he can do is stare at the departing train in silence.

Childe’s sadness is covered up by his heavy panting— he doesn’t think he’d ever run this fast before. And now for what? The 8.15 train has left. What was the use of only eating a single slice of bread, hoping to make it to this specific train, if it was going to leave him anyway?

Sighing heavily, he turns his frustration into a comical pout. Hopefully it won’t feel so bad anymore. After all, it’s just one day. He can do a day without specifically boarding the 8.15am train. It’s no big deal. It shouldn’t be. That doesn’t mean that Childe doesn’t feel empty after seeing the train leave, though.

As though Lady Luck had decided to spare him a smile, he hears your voice from behind.

“Oh, you missed it too?” Childe whips his head behind, bewildered and confused. You appear behind him, panting in a similar fashion, with a sheepish smile on your face. He wouldn’t have believed it was you, that you also missed the train, not if he didn’t instantly recognise the extremely familiar blue narwhal keychain hanging from your backpack.

In an instant, all sadness is gone from his being and he smiles wider than he ever did for the past ten mornings. “No way, you’re late too! I thought you would’ve made it to the 8.15am train like you always have.”

“Got stuck on the toilet this morning,” you laugh in response. Your breaths slow down, a contrast to Childe’s increasing heartbeat. “Well, if you missed the train too, then maybe this isn’t so bad.”

“Not bad at all,” Childe smiles, his eyes turning unknowingly soft. Not bad at all if you are here.

The next train comes in a couple minutes and the two of you board it together, animatedly talking about your current lessons in the two different schools you two go to. Your old, grumpy biology professor who lost his cool when a student asked a simple question in class; the friendly janitor at his school who has way better music taste than all his friends; the boring assembly talk you got put through yesterday; all become topics of conversation while the two of you stand in the packed train together.

After seven stops, it’s time for you to alight to your school. Childe wishes he could spend a longer time with you, but he was already lucky enough to board the same train as you despite being late at first. Besides, he could just as easily board the same train as you when you leave school, no big deal. You step off the train, wave to him, and he waves back, hiding his lovesick smile from you as the doors close and the train moves off. The swinging of your blue narwhal keychain remains in his mind long after the conversation has ended. He’s sure everyone else in the train is aware of his giddy smile and red cheeks.

(Childe gets off at the next stop. He immediately takes the train going in the opposite direction, and alights at a stop he could’ve reached in just four stops away from the one he boarded at.

He reaches school when it is still mostly empty, and lessons only start more than an hour later. If his classmates ever asked why he came to school so early recently, he’d never give them a direct answer. After all, it would be embarrassing to admit to going to school earlier just to be in the same train with your crush from another school.)

[bookie-bookdust]

About this bitch, Bookie

I've been on Tumblr since the dawn of time™️so these little pinned bios are wild to me, BUT:

HELLO THERE:

You can call me Bookie, Bookdust, a simp - I don't care. I am happy to brain rot about many things, but the little demon in my head makes me hyperfixate over Hogwarts Legacy, metalcore/alt/emo music, and writing. Feel free to reach out to me. I like caps lock.

Ravenclaw - INFJ - Gemini sun, Cancer moon, Libra rising - Tired

I'm an ADULT here so I will share NSFW content and I really like to fucking curse. If you're a minor, figure it out and ask your mom if you should stick around idk. That being said, I write a variety of teen to explicit-rated content. A little something for everyone. You should always assume my characters are 18+ unless stated otherwise.

FAN FICTION (the literature🧐):

My most popular work is Sebastian Sallow Fucking Sucks, which I am genuinely stunned that so many people have enjoyed it. Seriously thank you so much for all the support. It started as something to write when I had writer's block, and now I'm obsessed lololol.

Where you can read my deranged writing:

ao3 - I am most active here. This is also where I post all of my chapter fics and one shots.

Wattpad - I'll post all chapter fics and some of my one shots here. I hate WP, and I don't have the patience for it.

That's it lol. If you find my garbage anywhere else, let me know because then I'd have to go break some legs.

One Shots:

How to Defuse a Ravenclaw - Seb finds himself violating his newest rule - do not think about fucking the Ravenclaw // porn with plot // ao3 - wattpad

Secret for One - In which using some anti-cheating ink reveals what you and Seb were up to (kissing – the answer is kissing) // teen-rated cute and secretly conniving // ao3 - wattpad

Pass the Ring, Not the Potatoes - Seb gets the flu on Christmas Eve, the night he plans to propose, and starts...hallucinating // holiday explicit comedy // ao3

Little Sis - Anne Sallow POV where Dark Seb attempts to use the relic to heal her // Horror // ao3 - wattpad

Other fanfic related content:

Shitty Sebastian headcanons

Shitty Ominis headcanons

Stupid things Sebastian would do to get you to talk to him after a fight

Stupid things Ominis would do to get you talk to him after a fight.

SSFS Playlist

HL characters breaking you out of detention (unhinged edition)

Eventually more will be hereeeeee maybe lol

OTHER STUPID SHIT:

I will always write Sebastian with MC. Not sorry one bit lol.

I do love Ominis though too, but Sebastian just rots my brain.

Poppy is a sweet baby angel who will smack anyone as needed.

I have a tendency to write Anne as semi-antagonistic (swear I don't mean to idk why it keeps happening).

I love the morally gray zone of Dark Magic and how it affects characters.

I don't like Draco Malfoy lol.

WE NEED MORE RAVENCLAW REPRESENTATION!!!!

My female characters are gonna be messy. Always. They don't jog for fun. They have constant bedhead. Poor impulse control. Love to torture themselves. I'm on the complex female character bus, and I will run over all pedestrians.

My main MC does actually have a name. I'll soft launch her eventually with a backstory and a bio. I love her deranged little head.

I'm pretty strict on AI. You do NOT have permission to feed my work into AI. I will curse your entire bloodline if you do. I'm like 5'1" of pure vengeance and fury, trust me.

I don't tolerate rudeness, bullying, misogyny, racism, or homo/transphobia. I will find you and eat your bones if you try shit. (I'll actually just ignore and block you, but you never know). Also fuck JK Rowling lol.

If you read all of this, then you've earned a tiny shard of my soul in thanks, friend. Here's to more delusion and fanfiction.

Thanks for stopping bye! 🥰

[linoalwaysknows]

Miscommunication.

Warnings: leeknow is referred to as Minho, female reader, as the title suggests miscommunication but !!! They reconcile 😌

a/n: I am. SOSOSOSOSO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG.. I GOT WITH A HUGE WRITERS BLOCK (war is over). I also had finals and results, and I got.. ENGAGED??? OMG??? Anyway, this broke me to write bcs this hits a sore spot lololol, it took a while, but it's here (not like you knew it was coming, hehe 😊)

Summary: After Lee Know forgets to update you on an important schedule change—something he promised to do—you confront him, leading to a heated argument. Frustrated and hurt, you express how his repeated slip-ups make you feel unimportant in his life. Though defensive at first, Minho realizes the impact of his actions and opens up about his struggles, promising to do better. The fight ends with heartfelt apologies and a renewed commitment to improving communication, as both of you reconcile and reaffirm your importance to each other.

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You were sitting on the couch, arms crossed tightly against your chest. Lee Know stood a few feet away, his hands on his hips, looking equally frustrated. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, and neither of you seemed willing to break the silence.

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset,” he finally said, his voice clipped. “It’s not like I meant to forget.”

You let out a sharp laugh, though it held no humor. “That’s exactly the problem, Minho. You always forget. You said you’d tell me when your schedule changed, and yet I had to find out through someone else. Again.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I’m busy, okay? Do you think I intentionally leave you out of things?”

“That’s not the point!” you snapped, standing up from the couch. “I know you’re busy, but it takes two seconds to send a text. It’s not about your schedule—it’s about you constantly leaving me in the dark. It makes me feel like I’m not important enough to know what’s going on in your life.”

His eyes softened for a moment before he looked away, his jaw clenching. “That’s not true. You are important to me.”

“Then why does it feel like I’m always the last to know?” you asked, your voice cracking slightly despite your effort to sound strong. “You promised me you’d do better, and yet here we are.”

He groaned, pacing back and forth. “I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m sorry, okay? But I can’t always remember everything.”

“That’s the issue, Minho,” you said quietly, your anger simmering down into sadness. “I don’t want to feel like I have to fight for a place in your life. I just want to feel like I matter.”

The room fell silent again, your words hanging heavily in the air. Minho stopped pacing and turned to look at you, guilt flashing across his face. “You do matter,” he said softly, stepping closer. “I know I’ve been careless, and I hate that I made you feel this way.”

You stayed silent, your eyes fixed on the floor. His hand reached out hesitantly, brushing against yours. “I’m not good at this,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I don’t want to lose you. Please.”

You glanced up at him, his expression raw and sincere. “I don’t need you to be perfect, Minho. I just need you to try. To show me that I’m worth the effort.”

He nodded, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. “I’ll do better. I swear. You’re too important to me to keep messing up like this.”

Your resolve cracked, and you let out a shaky breath, leaning into him. His arms wrapped around you immediately, pulling you close. “I’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair. “I’ll try harder. For you.”

“Okay,” you whispered, letting yourself relax in his embrace. “But no more empty promises, Minho.”

“No more,” he agreed, holding you tightly. And for the first time in a while, you felt like you were truly heard.

[spicywhenspeaking]

Hi! I'm curious about these!

✍️, 🚀, 💭, 🥳

hi! I'm answering form this ask game!

✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

I write at my desk! I have a new keyboard that I really like too. I sometimes write on my phone on the go but enjoy the time I can sit and write at home.

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

I honesty create as I go but will sorties build out how plot lines will go along the story. I think the reason I am struggling with writers block right now is due to my lack of outline.

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

I'm inspired by music, many of the books I've read and other writers in my life, many I've met through Tumblr.

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

I have been reading fanfic's for so almost 15 years lol, from when you used fanfic.net lololol so I've always really enjoyed it and I've always been inspired by people that can create something from something else they love.

[lennjamin-o7]

Hihi!! no rush but any clue on when to be truly free or cribbed will be updating? no rush at all! /pos /no pressure

I was working on both today lololol. I'm not sure which one, but I plan to get a chapter of SOMETHING posted this weekend. It's been too long. I've just had a bit of writers block for a couple of weeks now. But I am GOING TO GET SOMETHING POSTED THIS WEEKEND. I'm determined.

[theharrowing]

I’m not sure if it’s a thing in English, but in my native language we have this saying - this space is not an airport, you don’t need to announce your departure. I wish more anons adopted that mindset when it comes to messaging writers/creators. If you don’t like it, don’t read it and stop being rude to people?

Harrow, you don’t have to post this if you don’t want to, but I needed to vent a little - hope you don’t mind. Recently there’s been so much negativity around in this space (with M. for instance) and I just don’t fucking understand why??

HELLO ANON!!!! 💜

we say the same thing! lololol. (i do, at least!) ✈️ why even bother announcing your departure when you could stream airplane by j-hope instead???

honestly, there has been a lot of hate on here, and the more an audience grows and a person gets attention, the more negativity will follow. and while i do not wish to address specifics of what is happening in too great of detail, i will say that there is a way to go about showing disagreement and criticism, and a way not to. because not all disagreement and criticism is bad, and if something is harmful to someone, then that deserves to be addressed. but dogpiling is never the way. we're all figuring it out, and learning, and growing. and we do not all have the same experiences, and we need to learn and grow alongside others, sharing parts of ourselves that we are comfortable to share so that others can understand where we come from.

re: the anon from before, i get those a lot lol. sometimes people tell me to kms because of the tropes and genres i write. there is a lot more homophobia and transphobia that gets deleted. really hateful stuff that gets reported and blocked. it's stressful, but i love the community that i have carved out, and turning off anon feels like too much of a detriment to the communication i have with many of you, so i -- probably like many others -- weed through the bullshit (ie: negativity that is not constructive) and continue.

[diagonal-queen]

HI DIAA I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL TODAY

i just posted on my fic blog haksjks it’s @azurabxlle !! It’s a haikyuu one tho, idk if you watch it 😭 IM WRITING A CHUUYA FIC RN BUT I SWEAR I KEEP ON GETTING WRITERS BLOCK EVERY FEW PARAGRAPHS BUT I WILL FINISH IT. EVENTUALLY. CHUUYA IS THE LOML I MUST FINISH THE FIC

AZURAAAAAAAA (＾▽＾) HIIIIIIIIIIII

okay i had a quick look through that blog because i am planning on getting around to haikyuu eventually lol, and like. we have a lot in common man. down to the enneagram and shit, and im like huh. what are the chances of that. anyways i will be following~

dude. *dude*. me too i won't lie. chuuya is pretty easy to write for me, but like i'm just having a hard time writing right now lololol. i agree chuuya is love chuuya is life he's perfect he's never done anything wrong in his life and i know this and i love him

also it was very funny to picture poe saying that lmaoooo i don't think they've ever interacted right?? maybe idek T-T

also youre a lucy kin?? ayooo 💍💍

[storiesofsvu]

For the fic writer 36,47, 61, and 66? Sorry for any duplicates <3

hiii.

36. how do you write kissing scenes?

it depends on the kiss first off. is it a first kiss? a quick kiss to say hello/goodbye? is it a makeout session? or is it leading into smut. the biggest thing for me is remembering if characters have anything in their hands and the level of undress, also like, if one was cooking remember to turn the burner off kinda thing. is it soft or rough? who's initiating/taking control? those kinda choices will help you figure out where hands are going, if it's going to be just lips, or are they adding in tongue/teeth too.

i dunno if that really answers the question but that's what we're going with lol

47. how many times do you revise your fic before posting?

if it's a one shot, i do a very quick once over read through once i finish writing it and then post, and that's if im feeling liek it LOL. if it's pwp i'm probably just going to post it. If it's a chapter of a series it usually takes me longer to write, i'll go through it at least once while reading through it/spell check and the like. but im not a huge editor and i don't have a beta. occasionally i'll send something off to a bestie to read to make sure it's not crap/fits with the narrative kinda thing.

61. why do you continue writing fics?

my sanity lol. i truly do enjoy it, it keeps my brain active and creative. i also want to rework some of them into original works and see what i can do with that, so continuing to write daily helps keep the rhythm going. also to bond with followers/mutuals, i love talking fandom/fic/etc with people who are the same amount obsessed, ya know? lololol

66. how do you deal with writing pressure (ie pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc).

im not gonna lie. im a lil petty about it LOL. it hasn't happened in a while now, but there were anons who would spam the inbox going "rita x reader" over and over again, or something like "whenre you gonna post casey again?" "more rollins!" and that... that does not work with me. i could've had a rita fic ready to go but just beause of that kind of demanding anon, i will wait even longer til i post it. Like, ya gotta be polite, and send in at least a prompt with a character for a req.

neg comments i generally just let slide off. I remember getting one that said i needed to write more straight couples because my characterization of all the women was horrendous anyways. like. i know that's not true. also the block button is your friend besties.

thank you for playing!!

fic writer asks!

[eyeswaitingfortuesdaynight]

*kicks down door* EXTREME BIG BRAIN MOMENT WHILE BRAINSTORMING

WHAT IF UNO'S SPONSOR WAS ALEXANDER HAMILTON

WHAT IF HIS CONSTELLATION NAME WAS 'NATIONAL TREASURER'

this probably won't ever be relevant in the actual fic itself but. it would be so funny. I LIVE for rule of funny. also guy who had the first sex scandal in the usa would be perfect for uno lololol

hdhdhakaa i can't concentrate on the current chapter and i've been too busy daydreaming about uno...but i can't really do what i did before get into writing his scenes ahead of time and plot properly without knowing what the fuck is happening outside the seoul dome, specifically the washington dome.

i'm creating and making a sydney dome collapse to build tension - i don't think there would be an ottawa dome tbh otherwise i'd have that collapse instead - but like. vulture is an international organization. i can't figure out what they'd do unless i know what's happening outside. the webtoon touched on it a bit with the latest chapters, but.....i think i'm going to have to bite the bullet here and get serious about reading the novel lol

i need to find out more about what the fuck happened in the first and second regressions, so actually reading the novel might help with my writer's block on this chapter too. otherwise knw and sys are just going to be designated as dead in the 4th round as placeholder angst for yjh ��🤣🤣

brainstorming

*sits up* i want kdj to wear a full suit in proofreader like agent red candy, but he still has to have his iconic trenchcoat so

what if

i make it just drape over his shoulders like sung hyunjae from sctir does???? he does that with his fire resistant coat all the time and it looks so cool, i love it

spy!kdj has to be a little cool and mysterious. he has to!! a little swag is probably fine. i made him say cool one liners while shooting people its fiiiiiiine

tho i'm wondering how much i can change his past and still have him recognizable as 'kdj'. although it's also canon that he's had both positive and negative shallow relationships in the past and doesn't mention it until much later in the novel, as relevant (other than his work colleagues, which i try to emulate by him vagueblogging about his vulture colleagues).

hmmm i've already decided in this direction. i want it. this fic is for me first and foremost, so i shouldn't worry too much if other people think it's ooc, i've clearly marked the fic as an au and a fusion at that. if i'm happy with the world building development in the persephone chapter, that's all that matters. taking care of my inner reader's requests and all that

[theshopislocal]

Y’all ever write a fic, get halfway in and decide you’re going to procrastinate by working on cover art for it, even though you’re a shit artist and there’s like a 60% chance the fic will be relegated to WIPurgatory?

So here’s my cover art.

[tr0p1cal]

freckles

Summary: waking up to their s/o charting their freckles like constellations

Pairing: Wilber x gn!reader, Sapnap x gn!reader, Dream x gn!reader

Warnings: not proof read, but other than that it’s basically just a load of fluff-

A/N: had this idea for a while and decided to do it :D hope you enjoy :P this can also be cc! or c!, so you can just imagine it however you’d like :) also pls ignore the weird writing style change in the dream part- I wrote it a month later after some bad writers block lololol XD enjoy!

A/N no. 2: feedback is very very welcomed and wanted as I’m new to writing stuff like this! Seeing what people think is normally very motivating and would be much appreciated if you could spare a moment to let me know your thoughts! If that’s not possible at the time, that’s always perfectly okay, but it would be most helpful to know :) <3 Thank you much ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Wilber

Okay, Wilber would absolutely LOVE your freckles

Like 100% simps for them every moment he gets

Loved them before you even started dating

He’d probably randomly come up to you, grab your face, and admire them

Doesn’t matter if you have a bunch or just a few.

Everyone would make fun of him for it too, like it would most definitely be a known fact

There’d be an ongoing joke that he only liked you for your freckles

You’d totally play into it too-

Before you and Will got together, everyone would always play flirt with you to annoy Will because EVERYONE know he had a fat crush on you

Besides you of course- you were so oblivious you didn’t even get it when he asked you out </3 rip Wilber

But even then he loved your freckles and always made sure you knew that <3

You stirred in your sleep, slowly beginning to wake up. As you took in a breath of air, letting it out with a sigh, you gently went to rub your eyes, only to realize there was something in the way. You opened you’re eyes, met face to face with your beautiful boyfriend. “Well good morning lovely,” you said with a growing smile, voice still rough from your grogginess.

“Good morning to you as well, my love.” He smiled back enthusiastically.

“What are you up to?”

“Well I was just occupying my time with admiring you’re amazing freckles,” he said with a cheeky grin

You sighed knowingly. “Were you ‘marking out constellations’ again?”

He faintly chuckled, debating with himself whether to admit it or not. “Yeah, maybe I was.” He shrugged. “What about it, huh? What’re you gonna do about it?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was just messing around. “God, you are so annoying sometimes.”

“Maybe, but you still choose to deal with me on a daily basis,” he said with a grin, poking you gently on the nose.

“I hate you,” you joked dryly.

“I love you too my dear.” He smiled, pulling you in to cuddle.

Sapnap

Sap really didn’t think your freckles would be something he’d come to love so much-

When you first met, he didn’t even notice them

To me, Sap gives off MAJOR himbo vibes-

Idk how that connects here- I just needed to say it...

Anyway-

You were actually just really good friends for a long time, slowly developing feeling for one another

It took forever for you to get together because neither one of you wanted to “ruin the friendship”🙄

George “accidentally” he claims it was actually an accident, but no one believes him outed you feelings for one another on steam

After that you talked it over and bam! The literal power couple of the century🙌

It didn’t take sap long to realize his love for your freckles and never fails to voice his adoration

He’s just a big puppy frfr

You felt gentle hands brushing over your skin as you slowly began waking up for the day, a smile spreading across your face at the sensation.

“Oh I’m sorry bubs, did I wake you?” Your boyfriends gentle voice rang through your ears, causing you to smile bigger and flutter your eyes open to get a look at him.

“Nah, I needed to get up anyway, so don’t worry about it,” you said with a groggy voice, yawning and stretching a little.

Sap pulled you close, snuggling into your chest. “No, I don’t want you to leave yet,” he whined playfully.

You laughed at his antics and ran your fingers through his hair. “Okay okay, I’ll stay a bit longer. You’ve convinced me.”

You laid there for a few minutes just basking in each other’s presence.

“Oh hey, what we’re you doing when I woke up? I just felt you touching my face.”

Sap looked at you and grinned. “Oh! I was charting your freckles!”

You starred at him for a moment. Charting? Like how you chart constellations?” You asked with a raised brow.

“Yes, exactly.” 

Dream

Freckles. You’re a sucker for them and always have been.

Dream and you accidentally started dating after pretending to be together-

You’d always loved his freckles, but never verbally admitted it

Sap and George new you both had a thing for each other before either of you even realized

They’re the ones that got you to fake date for a bit lololol

You’re honestly just a big simp and so is he

Since you got together though, you’ve made it quite clear just how much you like his freckles

You’re constantly commenting about them or simply just poke them

He’d absolutely love that you’re a big dump for him

I mean- mans do have a bit of an ego to him, so you showering him with compliments and shit would be perfect to him

He’d also like his hair being played with frfr

You woke up to your partner soundly sleeping, cuddled close in a loving embrace. The sight brought a smile to your face as you watched dream sleep. Instinctively, your hand moved to play in his hair.

As you quietly laid there, enthralled by the beauty of the boy you had the pleasure of calling yours, you couldn’t help the lingering stare on his lovely freckles. See, you found them so captivatingly beautiful, you couldn’t help but love them.

You gently reached out towards his face, softly drawing imaginary lines connecting his oh so enchanting freckles to on another. This was an act you did constantly. Though sadly you were interrupted by the eyes of your lover slowly fluttering open.

“Mmm good morning my love. What’re you doing?” His voice was groggy and low due to him just waking, causing you to shudder slightly at the angelic sound.

“Good morning to you as well honeydew,” you said with a bright, energetic smile. “I was just admiring your captivating beauty. As one should always do,” you grinned.

He laughed and shook his head a little. “You’re too much. It’s far too early in the morning for you to start with all the compliments.”

“Dream, my dear, it’s never to early to tell the truth.”

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴄʜᴏɴ | ɢᴇɴꜱʜɪɴ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ; ᴢʜᴏɴɢʟɪ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴏɴᴇ - ꜱʜᴏᴛ

Ayo ayo!! It’s been a second hasn’t it? I’m so sorry it’s been a second since I’ve last posted and I do apologize about that ;; I’ve been in a massive writer’s block but also a drawing mood lololol I finally had the feeling to write after drawing a jealous / possessive dragon Zhongli, thus spurring on with where I am now. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did with writing it!

Art: @ko-ffeine​

>> Admin Ko

“What does today’s commission entail for us?”

Soothing and melodic, the former geo archon’s voice swam into her ears as she briefly glanced back at her companion. It was one of those rare moments gifted to her that she was able to complete some commissions for the adventurer’s guild. After all, being a traveling librarian who focused more on knowledge than combat was much more of her strong suit. 

“It should be something simple. Nothing too hard from what I could gather.” 

A gentle smile was given to the tall male as honey amber hues gazed gently upon her form. Respectable and always the gentlemen, Zhongli stood tall and proud beside the adventuring librarian as the pair leisurely explored the plains of Liyue for the commission spot. When he had first met her, the funeral associate couldn’t help but become enamored by her curious filled eyes. The way she always happened to sought him out for knowledge and genuine respectable curiosity for the information he was able to procure for her.

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind, adeptis or not, that the former archon had become extremely fond of the librarian. Some may even compare it to that of a dragon guarding their beloved treasure. 

“Then I believe if we are to finish this in a timely manner, we could finish our discussion about the historical sights you happened to last visit.” 

Upon seeing her (e/c) shimmer with absolute delight brought a sense of peace into Zhongli’s heart as he couldn’t help but fondly pat her head as she flushed at the endearing action. 

Yet the feeling subsided as they neared the commission sight. Immediately her heart plummeted as she felt the color drain from her face at the familiar sight of an unwanted individual. One that she, disappointedly had the honor of meeting whilst adventuring with Xingqui. 

Having sensed her distress, the male stepped forth almost protectively before her as sweet amber hues turned molten with unbridled rage as he kept his stony gaze on the figure before the pair. 

“There seems to be….a tale of strife here. Do tell me what has happened little one…”

“I…It-’s nothing, c’mon. I think Kathryn won’t be mad if we skip this commission.”

“Did they touch you, Little One?”

“Zhongli….”

“Did those disgusting sewer rats touch you?”

She flinched, the sheer anger that enraptured his words had her gulping as she lightly tugged on his sleeve, her voice soft and desperate to not further escalate the situation as she pleaded with the former archon.

“Please…let’s just go…”

“….Very well.”

Sensing the urgency in her voice, the former god conceded as he turned to face her. The anger in his eyes forcibly subsiding as he hurriedly guided her away before the treasure hoarders could notice. Yet unknown to the librarian, Zhongli had made sure to etch the man’s face into his memory. After all, there was information that had to be gathered. 

Upon the return to the colorful and bustling Oceanside city, (y/n) couldn’t help but breath a sigh of relief. Besides the one commission, everything else had ended rather well. With Zhongli’s strong shield and her own combat style, the commissions ended fairly quickly. 

“Thank you again for your help Mr. Zhongli.”

“Nonsense. I take great pleasure in accompanying you wherever you need it, Little One.” 

The pet name brought a sense of fondness to her heart as she hurriedly turned her gaze away from the liquid honey being poured into her very being as she coughed lightly to distract the male from her reddening cheeks. 

“I really appreciate it…well, I’ll be off then.”

“Hm, returning to Mondstat?”

“That’s correct. It’s been a nice couple of weeks out here in Liyue and I’ve definitely learned a lot from everyone here, but I do need to return to my duties as Lisa’s assistant.”

“I see, well I wish you safe travels back. I do hope that you’ll return soon though. Or else I’ll have to visit the land of the free myself. I do have some acquaintances there after all.”

A light laugh escaped her as she playfully nudged the other. A roll of her (e/c) hues showing nothing but an annoyed fondness as she lightly shook her head.

“Goodness, if I wasn’t so busy I’d think that you’re trying everything in your power to stay by my side Mr. Zhongli.”

“And if I was?”

She waited. A building heat in her veins as she awaited for the handsome man to reply with a joke. Instead of that, she was met with an all serious expression— save for the sweet affection dripping from his amber hues as he brought a hand up to lightly ruffle her hair. Immediately stammering out a flurry of words and rushed goodbyes, the librarian hurriedly bowed before scampering off towards one of the teleportation stations. All the whilst ignoring the fond look and deep chuckle that reverberated from Zhongli’s chest as he watched her scurry off.

Once out of sight, the former archon’s expression went from fond to unbridled anger. The atmosphere around Liyue hurriedly reflecting that of the former archon as darkness enveloped the usually bright lands as Zhongli made his way towards the adventurer’s guide. There, Katheryne easily supplied the terrifying male with the information he desired. Already knowing fully well what was to become of the treasure hoarders that dared to touch his treasure. 

»»————-　　————-««

It had been a week since her return to Mondstat, and if (y/n) was being honest with herself the amount of work thrown upon her had her quickly forgetting the distasteful incident she had faced weeks prior to her return. The disgusting feeling of hands and detestable warm puffs of air against her skin. The mere thought of it alone sent shivers down her spine as she shook off the feeling of disgust as she went about her duties. 

“Now…if I’m correct the next thing on the list is to just give reminders to those who borrowed Ms. Lisa’s books…—ow!”

Yet before she could even begin her search for the current occupants of the various tomes of knowledge a familiar figure loomed before her, causing the librarian to bump straight into a firm chest. Before she could even begin her apologies the stench of blood overwhelmed her as she stumbled backwards to meet familiar golden orbs.

“Ah, I do apologize little one, I hadn’t meant to surprise you…”

“…Zhongli?” 

Finally getting a good look at the former archon she couldn’t help but gasp as she surged forward. His usually crisp and clean outfit was marred in blood and tears, yet in her fervent search for nonexistent wounds, she failed to notice the look of adoration that graced his features. Hesitantly, he peeled off his gloves before a large warm hand found it’s way into her hair as he gently petted her unruly locks to hopefully soothe her anxiety riddled form.

“Fret not little one, I merely disposed of some trash on my way to visit you.”

“…t…rash?”

Confused (e/c) orbs met his own as his hand dropped from the top of her head to lovingly cup her cheek.

“Yes. The trash that dared to create discomfort for you when you and Xingqui had stumbled across in your journey.”

The statement itself brought a sense of dread into her heart as she gulped, knowing fully well how insanely powerful the male was, god or not. 

“D…Did you kill him?”

“No. Though I wish I did, remember our contract little one? I will not break it. Though I do admit, an acquaintance of mine is….educating him as we speak. I merely just gave it a stern talking to.”

Heaving a sigh of relief, (y/n) couldn’t help but slump against the blood muddled archon as she lightly swatted at his chest. The horrors of what could’ve become of the treasure hoarder now long gone— though of course that didn’t keep her from hoping that Zhongli’s ‘acquaintance’ would be merciful. 

“….Thank you, but you didn’t have to Zhongli—-”

“I wanted to. No one should ever make you feel uncomfortable, Little one. As long as I am by your side, this will no longer happen. I promise.”

With a small smile, Zhongli shifted his hand down to hold her own as he lightly kissed the back of it.

“Now, will you please show me your favorite places here in the city of freedom?

[pet-pet-peet]

Okay...

So, I need to be completely honest.

Nothing too serious, not like life or death I mean, but I have been slacking on writing. Not just writing requests, but also writing my own passion projects.

I've been going through a major writer's block and it isn't easing up. To make matters worse, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed with my work; it's my dream job, but we're severely understaffed and it's just a lot sometimes. I don't like to complain, but it does take a lot of energy for me, as an introvert at heart, to go through abrupt changes and situations that aren't stable almost everyday; all the while learning how to even do my job well and about the kids, keeping track of the lesson plans I currently am focusing on, and thinking of what I need to do for the next batch of lesson plans so I can turn them in.

It's high-key exhausting. I feel like I don't have much time to do the things I love while at home because I'm so focused on not fucking up for at least 40 hours a week. On top of the stress, I feel like I'm accidentally getting short with my students BECAUSE of the stress. I know they're never scared of me and they all like to see me in the morning (unless they're really tired), but it still worries me that I'm too harsh or strict sometimes.

Supposedly new management is coming in next year and they're gonna bring a lot more staff to help, as well as new teachers so we can keep the kids moving up at their developmental level. I'm hoping for the best with that honestly..

This turned into a massive vent- sorry, uh- lololol

Tl,dr; I'm stressed and tired, so I've been struggling with writer's block. Idk how long some requests will take to come out.

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

Hi!!! I want to say I'm OBSESSED with your writing~ its so detailed and English isn't my first language but I really wish I could be as good writer like you someday! I was wondering if I could request the obey me brothers reactions to mc being the only one other than lucifer who is cerberus favorite? I have a theory that since they are descendent of lilith and cerberus is meant to gaurd liliths tomb, cerberus might take a liking to lovely mc too!! Thank you! I'm sorry if its hard to understand..

Ehehe~ ♡♡ my first lenguage is not english either so I am really glad you like my writting! I can't say I am in any way close to a professional writer but it still feels nice to be looked up upon! Don't give up!

Note: in my mind cerberus is basically the same size as Sadaharu from Gintama

Just a bit bigger

Also I headcanon their breed to be of a Molossian dog after someone interpreted cerberus to have such appearence seeing that the breed was the most used as a guard dog in greece at the time. Also used as a war dog by our dear Alexander The Great ™

Anyways!

I changed this to a mini fic format because it felt better this way.

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Puppy Love - a Lucifer being a Simp Mini Fic

The older brother snapped himself out of his concentration as he felt a very familiar vibration inside his pants' pocket.

He had changed the pattern of the vibration for each important chatroom he was in so he could know beforehand what level of headache to expect.

And seeing he reconized this repetitive vibration on his leg as the one he shared with all his brothers and the human, he was already pondering if he should actually pretend he didn't even notice it in the first place.

No, who knows what on all realms they would get or have already gottem themselves into. He decided with an already exaspherated sigh an a small twinge of worry as he unpocketed his D.D.D.

He doesn't know if he should file what was happening as expected or not.

'Yo guys, check this out!'

-Image sent-

That was Leviathan.

And in the picture was a very familiar hellhound smiling at the camera as two other familiar figures of the human and a certain Avatar of Lust sat themselves comfortably on Ceberus' back.

When had they gone out??

'Srsly, how the hell did they manage to tame that thing???'

'Everytime I get close to him he growls at me!'

'That's your own fault for being a pain in the ass Mammon.'

-thunder emoji sent-

'Also, didn't Beel also go with you guys?'

'I was half asleep but I'm pretty sure he told me he was leaving. I think.'

'Oh, he went to buys us food. At least I hope he doesn't eat it all before coming back.'

Lucifer stared at the unfolding conversation, opening and closing the image several times.

'What on earth...?'

Was all he could type in.

He remembers that at some point in the past he was worried about you getting along with the hellhound, he planned very throughly to have them be an extra layer of protection in case needed. Making sure to force you to take Cerberus on a walk to have them get used to your scent.

Of course it never showed to be necessary as Mammon had already kept enough watch over you, too much even.

The hellhound was pretty indiferent to you throughout your entire first year, but then the moment you stepped in the Devildom for the second time, it was like Cerberus was your own pet all allong.

More often than not he would catch you already in the tombs giving the mythological man eater hellhound belly rubs while blowing kisses. And he wasn't even going to start with the fact Cerberus was obviously enjoying the attention.

And he was not going to get into the fact that the sight of Cerberus' ears perking up whenever your name was mentioned the same way they did whenever Lucifer's name was mentioned (specially out of your lips) made his heart go extremelly soft, nope.

'Would you look at that Lucifer.'

'It seems your dog has a soft spot for our fellow human.'

'I wonder why huh?'

Lucifer squinted at Satan's messages on his D.D.D.'s screen as his fingers pressed on the typing space, tapping into a recently used emoji.

-frowning emoji sent-

-whistling emoji sent-

This ittle shit. He thought.

'Sataaaaan'

'You're missing the fun! Cerberus' fur is so soft!'

The older brother scoffed at Asmo's texts.

'Of course it is, I make sure to keep them groomed and clean.'

'If only they were a cat...'

'LOL cat Cerberus LOLOLOL'

'Kitty Cerberus LOLOLOL'

He felt his eyebrows dig even lower on his forehead.

'Maybe I should get someone to temporarelly turn Cerberus into a Quimera.'

'Then we will see if you can still call them 'Kitty', Mammon.'

'Stop singlin' me out, damn!'

At this point Lucifer could already feel a smile forming on his lips.

He would be dammed if anyone knew how much fun he actually has while teasing his fellow second oldest.

-image sent-

'Look at Levi! Ahaha!'

The image was sent by Asmodeus. Apparently he just switched places with Leviathan on Cerberus back.

Only this time he was in front of the human and not behind them like Asmo, covering half of their face and most likely their smile as he could see the squint on the corners of their shining eyes.

He's blocking the view. The oldest tsk'ed.

'Oi! Why is he sittin' on the front?!'

Him and the second oldest could agree on certain things sometimes.

'He jumped out LOL'

-image sent-

-laughing emoji sent-

'He had one job...'

Lucifer covered his mouth with a hand and cleaned his throat to hide the fact that he almost laughed.

Why was he hiding it anyways, he was alone in his office?? He sighed.

'Ah! Beel is back!'

'And he didn't eat everything yay!'

'I found some dog snacks on the way too.'

Lucifer sighed again, this time more fondly, he surely hoped they weren't spoiling the hellhound too much.

His phone vibrated again.

Another message came in, only this time in private.

He perked.

It was you.

'Lucifer, I'm going to steal your dog.'

He did not expect that.

But he would be dammed if he let his surprise show.

'Oh really? Seeing how much they like you, I don't think you need to steal them.'

'They would gladly go with you if you call out to them.'

He did not know how to feel by the fact that what he just wrote could actually be right.

'Would you go with me if I called?'

His eyes widened for a second.

Would he? He smiled.

'Of course.'

Yes, yes he would.

[roscgcld]

OMG I JUST READ YOUR NEW HC N I LOVE IT DKFMDKMD

HOPE YOURE GONNA GET OUT OF YOUR WRITER’S BLOCK SOON ❤️❤️❤️

just imagine yuta n dd!reader acting like an old couple n the students teasing them about it lololol 👀👀👀

- two cups of coffee anon :D

I forgot to tag the others when i posted it so now i need to figure out when to reblog it so others will see it too lol.

And honestly, maybe??? I am praying too >< 💕💕 BUT THANK I GIVE KITH

....for some random reason i just think of yuta and her doing groceries together and mumbling about how they need more eggs because toge and yuji had recently gotten into scrambled eggs, how megumi is gonna finish his favourite coffee beans soon, and how they both know maki prefers a certain brand of bacon over the other. just tired parents taking care of hyperactive kids who eat too much lol

[daichis-kitty]

[[if you read this and don’t hate it, maybe i’ll write more and come out of hiatus]]

Character(s): Sawamura Daichi, Michimiya Yui, Female!OC

Genre: I have no idea. I'm thinking it'll be fluff but we’ll see, this girl might pivot to hurt/comfort

Warning(s): none?¿?? yet LOLOLOL

Word Count: < 500

A/N: I have had the FATTEST writer’s block for forever and ... lol. I tested positive for COVID last Thursday and have been in self-quarantine, rewatching Haikyuu, for the last few days. That being said, I had the idea for this not too long ago and I had started writing it but–me being me–hated everything about it. But I tried rewriting it and I felt like with every rewrite, I just kept getting further and further away from my writing voice so HERE. Take the unedited version and tell me if I should continue. 🤧🤧🤧🤧

Sawamura Daichi occupies many different roles. For starters, he’s a third-year high school student, captain of the volleyball team, class rep for his homeroom, older brother to four younger siblings, and a responsible son to his widowed mother. Personally-speaking, he’s my next door neighbor, childhood best friend (despite our two year age gap), occasional tutor, and the love of my life–kidding. That’s a joke. Sorta. Maybe? I’m… figuring it out. 

To be fair, I don’t think I have feelings for him. Everyone else seems to think so. This includes my older sister, my grandparents, Daichi’s younger siblings, and his mom. It did include my parents while we were growing up–they always made teasing, “they’re going to marry each other” remarks–but seeing as they’ve been working abroad for the last five years, I’ve removed them from the list of everyone-who-thinks-I’m-in-love-with-Daichi. 

But. But. But.

Hypothetically speaking, if I did have feelings for Daichi… then they probably developed in middle school because of stupid, young and naïve jealousy. 

See, our two year age gap only ever bothered me whenever school decided to separate us. Like when Daichi started elementary school before me. Our parents were relentless with the teasing! Talking about how Daichi and I couldn’t have our usual playdates–no more morning walks to the park, mid-day naps, or watching our afternoon kids’ programs. So, naturally, at 4-years old, I sobbed… and proceeded to beg Daichi’s mom if I could accompany her that following Monday morning to see him off for his first day of school. 

Of course, when that Monday came, I refused to wake up early and by the time I had even begun to miss Daichi, he was already off from school. 

But I think our age gap always made me anxious to grow up. I wanted to experience everything at the same time and quell that bothersome feeling of thinking as though I was being “left behind.” Because, by the time I moved onto middle school, Daichi was in his third and last year, meaning we’d only have that one year together before he’d move on again. And, although my parents had graciously sent me to Izumitate Junior High with him, where I would go to high school was yet to be determined. 

Here’s where that dumb, naïvety comes into play.

Throughout the entirety of our friendship, I had never once felt insecure about my place. Even if our social circles were different at school and we participated in different activities–him with volleyball, me with band–I always knew that our friendship was solid. I knew that other than his mom and his younger sisters, I was the next most important girl in his life. 

And then I met Michimiya Yui.

tagging: @bramble-heart @sunshinetoshi @honeybunny-sawamura @ceo-of-daichi @karasimpno @kiyoobi @whoreshijima @sunkaashi​ @alto-march-of-death​ + idk who i’m missing but i miss yall