#writers block is a virus

[starsarestories]

Writers block is a virus.

(My laptop password is 311081 - ifykyk)

[nymph-ette111]

I know you guys are getting tired of me yapping about this x-virus oneshot and never really uploading it but I am fighting DEMONS to write this... I've never been so unmotivated to write before but I'm still forcing myself to at least get a couple sentences down. This made me realize how much I suck at writing fluff and the same thing happened with the EJ oneshot :') just warning you guys in advance this oneshot will turn out dogshit

[forthedancingandthethriving]

"Man, that kid can take a beating!"

Root grunts as she's flung into the wall by the Program she was facing. Her tail lashes about as she regains her foot, gritting her teeth.

"Almost like she's indestructible!"

Slamming her fists into the ground, white roots, spindly and long erupted from the ground. They shot forward wrapped around the Program. Summoning her rapier, she shoots forward and begins slashing at their armor and weak points.

○●○

From atop, in the viewing are of the 'Admin', she rests her cheek against the palm of her hand. She grins, tail twitching as she watches. Watching this young girl hone her powers, grow them and master them would be a treat. Soon, she'd be able to turn her against everyone she knew.

As Coral watched with a grin, Bioluminescent sits on the arm of the chair, doubts filling her mind. Was this right? She was just a child, fighting against bigger and scarier programs. She shouldn't be fighting, Root should be trying to enjoy her life!

Bioluminescent tears her gaze away to merely look at the roof.

She hated this.

[a-ehmke]

writers block…. satiated?

[thebluester2020]

[GI] Kinktober Day 21: "Breeding Kink"

Summary: The life of a harbinger was chaotic and the threat of death, though low, it wasn't completely impossible. Henceforth, Tartaglia decides that it's best to ensure that his legacy continues.

Warning(s): Established Relationship, Breeding kink (obv), Squirting, Some mentions of death (not too much though), Tartaglia being whipped for his wifey,

Side Note(s): If it isn't clear atp, I have a litttttleee bit of a crush on Tartaglia <333. [Also this is one of my lil' late fics since I was hit with the writer's block virus]

"C'mon baby...think about it, how good you'd look swollen with my kids~" Tartaglia whispered in your ears as he was currently balls-deep inside your weeping pussy.

The lewd sound of squelching echoed throughout the room as Tartaglia bullied his cock into you, your hands fruitlessly grabbing and pulling at the sheets beneath you as he cooed into your ear, begging for you to take his cock. Since his latest mission in Fontaine, where he fought against the All-Devouring Narwhal. You had spent the last few weeks practically babying him, not a single soul aside from another harbinger was allowed to see him.

You had patched up countless wounds, and endured too many nights where he had a dangerous fever.

You worried your husband would be taken away from you before you'd even reach your fifth year with him! Tartaglia, although he tried to hide it with confidence and jests, shared your concern and tried to make you feel as comfortable and confident in him as he possibly could. Yet...the only way he could truly make you feel alright, in his mind...was by giving you a baby.

"H-Honey...!" You keened as you began to rock your hips back onto your husband. "W-What's gotten into you?" You moaned, struggling to look back at your ginger lover.

Almost as if he were trying to suddenly hide away, Tartaglia buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as he groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him. "J-Just tryin' to give you a baby..." He whined. "S-So that you'll have someone to baby over, w-while I'm gone." He continued to stutter out, his cock twitching inside of you as he started to rub his hands up and down your body, as if he were struggling to figure out where he wanted to keep them until he finally settled.

One hand fondling your breast while the other tended to your neglected clit. The sudden pleasure made you scream in pleasure, the already tight knot in the pit of your stomach growing tighter as you felt your husband somehow fuck into your slicked cunt even faster. "Gonna give you a couple of kids Y/N..." He babbled as if he were drunk off the feeling of your pussy. "Then you won't have to worry, a part of me will still be around~"

"I-I'd still miss you..." You managed to force out as you just managed to look behind you to see your husband panting over you, his sapphire blues wet with pleasure and hidden emotion, you just couldn't pinpoint right at this moment.

Perhaps later, of course. "Don't—Ahh...—wanna have babies alone." Tartaglia pressed himself closer to your backside at your words, whines falling from his lips more and more as he continued to feel his cock twitch the more he felt his orgasm creep closer up onto him. The more he felt your pussy clench and unclench around him as he practically felt himself growing more and more addicted to the feeling of your walls by the moment. "You won't have to..." He moaned in your ear.

He knew he couldn't die from any future missions of his, children aside. The idea of leaving your cunt alone to not be filled by him, stuffed and tended to...it annoyed him more than anything!

"C-Close...!" You moaned, Tartaglia's fingers circling around your clit faster and faster. The harbinger nearly choked on his breath with how impossibly tight you became all of a sudden as if you were trying to wring every drop of cum from his balls. "D-Don't stop—"

"I don't plan to." He smirked behind you before he moved his hand to press it against your back, forcing you into a mean arch and fucking even harder into your cunt, his eyes glued to the way your cunt gripped onto him and how your slick stuck onto his abdomen.

Until...he saw you squirt.

"Fuckkkk..." He groaned. "How come you haven't done this sooner?" He licked his lips as he fucked you through your orgasm, the tiny aht aht ahts that left your lips making him want to fuck you even harder than he already was. But, as you began to whine from overstimulation, he realized he'd have to save that for another time. The last thing he'd want to do is break you completely, there was plenty of time for that down the line.

Tartaglia began to grind into your cunt, leaning back over you as he felt his front press back onto your back. "I'm never leaving you Y/N..." He whispered. "Death won't take me away from you...I-I promise." He managed to get out before you moaned softly as the feeling of his warm cum pooling your insides, some escaping and dribbling down the back of your thighs much to the harbinger's dismay.

He pouted. "Why'd you waste my cum?" He grumbled, lightly biting on your ear.

You looked back through hooded eyes before a dopey smile crawled onto your face. "...T-Then fill me again..." You begged.

Oh, he definitely couldn't die too soon.

[saytrrose]

A post that Freakshow Au + Sm-Baby Fans NEED TO HEAR. READ IT.

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I cannot stand the people on tumblr in Mushys comments accusing her of so many horrible things. People have been stating that Mushy has been drawing “non-con” and supporting “abuse”. I will not go into too much detail on how it is affecting her and why but it is incredibly overwhelming for her, and she is not comfortable posting for the time being- and you people are making it hard for her to enjoy it anymore.

Mushy is portraying the au and characters how they would canonly work and that does not make her a bad person. The large amount of people trying to say that she has been drawing non-con of the late absolutely SICKENS me. You clearly do not have any understanding for that terminology and should not be throwing it around. Maybe if people paid attention to the au, the lore and how they are characterized you would come to the conclusion that NO ONE WANTS TO BE IN THE FREAKSHOW AU.

If you need a reminder of the definition, The TADC Freakshow Au is an Au where a horrible virus infects the Ai and twists their reality into a horror mindscape. THIS IS NOT CAINE OR ABLES FAULT. Caine and Able ARE AI. They are corrupted by the virus unwillingly and what Able puts Pomni through in the Able-Owned Pomni Au is yes, considered psychological abuse. HOWEVER why in gods name would you assume she supports that shit? Do you people just assume whenever someone draws a death scene they support murder?? or when someone depicts a scene of an animal getting hurt in a fanfic or movie that director/writer supports animal abuse?? Does that seriously go through your head?

EVERYONE in the Freakshow au in under some sort of psychological abuse- HELL in the original show they are. Like did you even watch it? And back to Freakshow, it’s a HORROR AU. People are killed left and right and no one seems to have a problem with that hm? THIS IS FICTION. PEOPLE NEED TO LEARN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FICTION AND REALITY BECAUSE WHEN YOU DO NOT DO SO YOU HURT PEOPLE IN REAL LIFE. Not the people producing fictional content, YOU.

People are quite literally, harassing Mushy right now and it is heartbreaking to see my friend experience this. If you do not like certain content that Mushy creates, BLOCK her or BLOCK her tags. People asking for her to tag her art with “abuse” makes her highly uncomfortable. If you do not like this, simply take responsibility for your own viewing and stop interacting.

People need to stop assuming that Mushy is also not trying to find comfort in drawing certain topics. You people need to stop assuming that Mushy lives some sort of cheery happy go lucky life. She experiences a lot, she is going through A LOT right now and you people dog piling these accusations onto her is not only just disrespectful as a person in general, but as her follower. It is truly just disappointing to see just how rude people can be when they are supposed to be your biggest supporters.

A tag MIGHT be arranged, something as simple as “Able-Owned Au” and if this is done then block it. It is that easy. It is so so easy and simple to take initiative for yourself and what you see and how you feel about it by limiting it on your own end than going out of your way to make someone feel horrible about themselves.

Mushys blog is HER blog. She can draw whatever she would like to and if anyone has an issue with this you can very kindly, FUCK OFF. The block button exists, use it. The block tags method exists, use it.

Stop harassing creators.

[insert-witty-user-name-here]

Random Plot Points

A little about me as a writer, I love daydreaming about adventure stories. I usually know the general set up and larger plot points but oftentimes struggle with the how, how do characters get from point A to point B. 

So, I made a list of random challenges for my characters that I look at when I'm stuck.

Sharing in case helpful to others! (intended for adventure, sci-fi, fantasy stories) 

characters are delayed/blocked/experience a natural disaster (storm, fire, flood, avalanche, earthquake, epidemic, etc) (BONUS and forced to take a detour from the original path)

character(s) is trapped (quick sand, fall through ice, in room filling with poison, on sinking ship, in a trash compactor on the Death Star, etc) (BONUS- fall into hidden room and discover something) 

characters go to a festival/ball/party/political summit (where inevitably it all goes wrong)

character(s) overhears a secret (at bar, at party, from a whispered conversation below them in a stairway, etc) 

characters are attacked by an animal or mysterious force 

characters(s) caught in a mob/riot

character wins/loses something in a bet

character is brainwashed or possessed 

character is stranded/lost

character is poisoned 

character succumbs to injury or illness 

characters are chased/ attacked by antagonists 

character is captured or arrested (and needs to be rescued)

character is kidnapped and kidnappers make a demand for their release (financial ransom, exchange of information, prisoner exchange, etc) 

character(s) go undercover to retrieve information

characters decide to steal something they need for their quest (weapon, magical object, money, information, etc). (BONUS- time for a well-planned heist!) 

characters need to protect/ retrieve/ destroy something 

characters uncover a network of spies (up to you if they're unexpected allies or antagonists)  

characters discover hidden passageway, room, ruins etc that leads to an important clue

characters forced to hide from someone/something

characters need to escape 

characters lured into trap set by villain (BONUS if the villain doesn't even care who wins but only goaded them to learn how a magical object works, the extent of heroes powers, emergency response system of a government, etc) 

characters set trap for villain (BONUS- use someone or something important as bait) (if in Act 2, they fail) 

characters reveal critical information to villain in disguise 

a character is mistaken for someone else (and then is wrongfully arrested, receives information not intended for them, etc) 

characters receive help (hitch a ride, get help hiding from captors, get help escaping somewhere, etc) from an unlikely new ally 

characters forced to team up with an unlikely ally/ morally grey character, etc

characters learn something from simple library research (an oldie but a goodie)

characters just literally just stumble upon or witness something important (secret weapon, secret society etc) 

characters uncover a secret map/ coded message on the back of an old unassuming document (time for a classic treasure hunt!) 

someone escapes from prison (an old villain or an old ally) that changes the quest 

someone is being blackmailed (or otherwise forced to act against the protagonists)

someone is discredited (rumor, disinformation campaign etc) 

something stolen from your characters 

something (document, magical object, money) turns out to be fake

OR, something unassuming turns out to have special powers or meaning  

something is hacked (defense system, infrastructure, bank, private records, etc)

something critical is attacked (important bridge, port, bank/ financial system, safehouse, capitol building, character's familial home, etc.)

a computer virus is unleashed 

a biological weapon is unleashed 

a piece of information the characters believed was true, is false 

an ancient myth turns out to be true 

a secret is made public 

A law is changed or a vote on a critical piece of legislation loses/wins 

a political opponent wins an election/ a political ally loses an election 

character(s) help a passerby (from raiders, local tyrant, beast, mystical force, etc) 

characters "follow the money" and realize someone who was thought to be their ally is actually working for... (crime syndicate, villain, local tyrant etc) 

[beevean]

To be honest, I've warmed up a bit to the IDW Sonic comics being canon to the games. I'd still much prefer they be their own incarnation in an alternate time tangent where the writers can do (almost) whatever without ANY contradiction concerns, but I'm not opposed to SOME of their material manifesting and having relevance in the Sega stories. The Metal Virus and Eggperial City fiascos are juicy fuel to send Eggman into Inventor's Block to overcome in my story concept, for one. What's YOUR take?

I don't think they're canon.

If IDW was canon to the games, how come Reference Central aka Sonic Frontiers didn't mention the utter disaster that was the Metal Virus arc in the same breath as Perfect Gaia? How come its one mention of Tangle is hidden in an obscure idle line, while Sticks, a character who hasn't been relevant in 8 years, got to be referenced in the very last cutscene? What about every future game, minor and major? Why didn't Shadow remember his contributions in the IDW-verse (which was mostly being a jobber but still) in SXSG?

If the games post-Forces were canon to IDW, where is Sage? It has been two years, the game promised she'd become an invaluable presence in Eggman's life, and she hasn't shown up yet even in the rare occasions Eggman remembers to appear in IDW. What about Dream Team? What about Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog? Why are we still stuck in this post-Forces Restoration world?

Superstars getting its own post-IDW story in the annual, however, points out to the fact that it's still being written as it was conceptualized: as an AU of sort splitting from Forces and doing its own thing. So it's about as canon as Sonic X.

Frontiers' plotline of Sonic being corrupted by the cyberspace energy almost feels inspired by the Metal Virus arc, in terms of how it affects him. That's it. At most, the games might recreate similar plots to IDW. But I'm not expecting the two to meaningfully fuse anytime soon. They had, what, 3 years to include Tangle and Whisper, or Surge and Kit in official Japanese material?

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Infected x reader angst, where the two of them were dating before the virus, and Infected doesn’t remember the reader? He feels drawn to them, though he can’t quite remember them. There’s flashes here and there- bits and pieces, the occasional snippet. Someone’s laugh, a pretty smile, late nights playing Mario kart or whatever. But he can’t ever quite seem to remember them

I apologize if this is TOO specific lmao . Angst moment

In light of the floppy disc update--my Regretevator interest has come back (and it got me out of my writer's block yippee) I finally got the "noise complaint" one so that gave me a lot of inspiration for this

........

You and Kasper once made a promise.

To be there for each other.

For better or for worse.

In sickness and in health.

But...

What do you do when that sickness made him forget that exact promise?

Although you've come to accept his new identity as "Infected", sometimes you think he's just playing a huge prank on you. And that the next time you swung by his apartment, he'll be resting and actually taking his illness seriously, and you'd have your old boyfriend back.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case tonight, as you invited yourself inside with a duplicate of his key that he gave you long ago. As you closed the door, he didn't immediately run out to greet you like he used to. Instead, all you heard were the rapid taps of his keyboard and mouse.

Entering the living room space, you saw him sitting at his usual spot in front of the PC, intensely focused on some game. He had his headphones on, his face mere inches away from the bright screen, scowling--totally unaware of your presence.

You could've been an armed intruder for all he knew.

"Dud3s!! DUD3S!! Y0U SUCK!! WHY AM I TH3 0NLY 0NE C4RRYING TH3 TEAM?!!" He shouted into the tiny mic. "EITH3R GET G00D OR G3T 0FF THE G4ME!!!"

With a sigh, you made yourself known to him by stepping into the room, just within his peripheral vision and leaning against the wall

The moment his eyes flickered to you, he got startled, especially as his character made the dying sound. The other team was taunting him in the chat, but for once he ignored it, his cheeks flushed pink at your unexpected arrival.

"0h, h-hey, [y/n]! Wh4t brings y0u here, bab3?" He quickly removed his headphones.

"I sent you a message an hour ago. You said you wanted to play Mario Kart tonight, right?"

"I did....? 0hhhh, right! Right...s0rry. I'll be re4dy in a sec0nd. I just..." For a moment he paused, looking down at his lap and realizing he just had his pink shirt and a pair of boxers on. "G0tta put on s0me pants-"

"I've seen you in those nyan cat boxers before." You chuckled, shaking your head.

He blinked owlishly. "Y0u have?"

"Yeah. You don't have to change if you don't wanna."

"...g00d, 'cuz I was t00 lazy t0 do that anyways." After standing up, he stared at you. "Wait, h0w did you g3t into my r00m?"

"You gave me a spare key when you first moved in here." Holding up the item in question, your smile faded a little as you saw his eyebrows furrow, struggling to recall when he did that. "I don't expect you to remember, but-"

"Don't w0rry, babe. I'll take ur w0rd for it! I w0uldn't give a sp4re key to a str4nger." With a grin, Infected walked over to hug you and kiss you on the cheek. "I'll g3t the snacks. Sh0uld I make popcorn or hot p0ckets?"

"Surprise me."

"0kay!" While he dashed off to the snack pantry, you headed to the couch to get the gaming console set up for Mario Kart. You made sure to bring the wheel-shaped controllers for a fully immersive experience.

You had little hope that tonight he'll be able to remember something--or anything about his relationship with you as Kasper...so you don't know why you've kept them so high.

After the virus took ahold of his brain, you couldn't comprehend how it could make him forget ever dating you. In fact, you scared him a bit when you mentioned being his partner and got extremely upset at his confusion. He even called you "creepy" once.

Yet despite that...he still felt drawn to you, wanting to always hang out with you in the elevator or go to a skate park or bowling. He couldn't stand to be separate from you and didn't fully understand why.

That made him question whether he's known you before...

You're sweet, you like the same things he does, you've tried helping him find Poptart, and you never made a big deal about his sickness unlike most people.

Eventually, he asked you out (again, from your perspective), and you couldn't say no.

It was both flattering and sad that he fell in love with you twice, as you now had two cheesy confession letters hanging up at home. One signed with a K, the other with an I.

You'd look at them from time to time, seeing how differently he wrote between his life then and his life now.

He can't remember ever writing the first one, no matter how hard he tried...

From the first signs of this sickness, you've kept Dr. Retro on speed dial. She once visited the apartment to inspect the virus scripted into the couch while Infected wasn't home, hoping to collect even a tiny pixel-sized sample to study.

But there was nothing. It completely attached itself to your boyfriend and infiltrated the valve system, making the entire complex hazardous to live in--so much so his next door neighbors had to leave.

By some miracle, you haven't caught it yet, and you hope to god it'll never come to that. He's gotten better about his hygiene since dating you (again), so maybe that's why you've been so lucky.

Everyone else says you should've stayed away from him, and even Lampert urged you to abandon all hope that he'll remember who he was and the relationship you two had.

But you refused to.

The fact that Infected was willing to let you back into his life showed that deep down...he knew you meant something to him. You used to be someone special in his life.

Someone he couldn't let go of, no matter how hard the virus tried.

.............

"Sec0nd place again?? Bummer.."

"I told you, babe. You gotta expand your horizons beyond Roblox PVP games." Laughing in triumph, you set down the controller, brushing your hands against your pants. "Whew..I'll admit that got me sweating." You looked to your sulking boyfriend. "C'mon. Nobody likes a sore loser."

"I'm n0t a l0ser," he huffed, putting down his own controller. "N0t g0nna lie, that was fun." His smile turned right side up as he looked back at you. "S0 what d0 we wanna pl4y next? It's 0nly midnight."

"........."

"[Y/n]?" Infected blinked at your sudden change of expression, worried. "What's wr0ng? W4s...it s0mething I s4id?"

"No, it's just..." You hesitated, unsure if you wanted to bring it up so late in the night.

But after what you found taped to his door, you knew you two needed to have a serious talk.

"Wh4t?"

"They gave you another citation." Taking a paper out of your pocket, you skimmed it over and sighed. "For noise. This is your twelfth one. Why do you keep throwing them out? I thought you said you were gonna take care of these complaints."

"Ugh, I k33p telling them it's n0t me.." He groaned, deciding to lay his head on your lap. "Th3y're all addressed t0 Kasp3r...must be the guy from bef0re."

"Baby, nobody rented this space before you did. It's specifically talking about this apartment here. 007. Maybe they just couldn't put "Infected" as a valid name into their system."

"....yet th3y chose that n4me. Why?"

"Look, can you please just...read this over? And maybe take it seriously this time? They're close to evicting you."

His eye suddenly went wide. "Huh?? N0 way..."

"Yes way."

After some hesitance, Infected took the paper from you and read it, a frown crossing his features as he saw that the first words were "Dear Mr. Kasper".

Why couldn't they get his name right?

Why couldn't anyone?

What was wrong with "Infected"?

For a minute or so he was quiet. While he did admit to raging during late night gaming sessions and calling for Poptart since the day she went missing...it was the note that people next door could hear him "wailing in his sleep" that left a pit in his stomach.

He forgot how thin the walls were, but did they seriously hear him during all those nights where you weren't here, and he was alone, crying in his sleep over bizarre dreams and-

"I know they got your name wrong, but you gotta stop ignoring their letters." You lightly ran your fingers through his hair. It was a little greasy, but he did tell you he took a shower today, so it didn't bother you at all.

"Ye4h, alright. I'll em4il them b4ck, and t3ll them to go [CONTENT DELETED]---"

A bit startled by the sudden static garble that spilled from his mouth, you briefly took your hand away from his head. And he noticed, frowning up at you now. "Did I sc4re y0u??"

"I think you missed the part where I said "take it seriously"." You mirrored his expression, annoyed at his lack of maturity. "If you get evicted, I'm not sure where we're gonna put all your gaming stuff. So you need to figure something out, and fast."

"Why d0n't y0u tell them t0 get my nam3 right....and then I'll be willing to m4ke changes?"

"Excuse me? The lease isn't under my name. I'm not the one renting here and making my neighbors feel unsafe. You need to take responsibility for yourself."

"Why are y0u lecturing me?? Th4t's n0t cool.." Infected sat up from your lap, no longer feeling comfortable as he felt like you were being mean to him for no reason. "M4ybe moving out of here w0n't be so b4d. I'll be away fr0m that gradient fre4k, and-"

"God, that's NOT the point, Kasper--!!"

Suddenly, you realized your slip up and immediately silenced yourself. But it was too late, as you saw the dejected look in his eyes and the way his shoulders slumped. "Infected..I'm sorry-"

"Even y0u can't get my n4me right...." He scratched at his arm, feeling the virus' glitches pricking his skin like thin needles as he shuffled to the other end of the couch. "Y0u keep acting like h3's still here."

You remained silent, knowing you couldn't really say "because he is". He just wouldn't believe that. He couldn't.

"Was Kasp3r really...better than me? Was he he4lthier? M0re mature? N0t burden y0u with all this cr4p?" He looked down at his lap now, sniffling. "I'm s0rry I can't be him, [y/n]. I'm s0rry that I can't rememb3r anything. But..w-why can't y0u just acc3pt me? Am I n0t g00d enough?"

For the longest time, you stayed quiet, and he was afraid to look into your eyes, unsure of what you were going to say next.

Then you spoke.

"You're right about him being more mature."

His shoulders tensed.

"But..." You paused as he perked up. And you just gazed at the guy you fell in love with, wishing you could go back ten minutes ago--when you two were sharing laughs, hot pockets, and a round of Mario Kart--and not now, with you being the reason for those tears in his eyes.

Maybe...

You had to just forget about trying to bring back Kasper. There wasn't any cure yet, and Dr. Retro isn't even close to finding one.

It wasn't worth all this effort and arguing.

"..maybe I'm hanging onto the past too much, and not seeing what's right in front of me." Shifting closer to him, you sighed as you placed a hand over his, relieved that he didn't pull away. "Kasper and I had some good memories together. But you and I made some pretty awesome ones. When you begged me to rescue that cat in the minefield, I did and nearly got my legs blown off. But seeing your smile was worth it."

"......."

"When we visited Crem with Lampert and Melanie, you remembered my favorite flavor. Like any good boyfriend would." You added with a small chuckle, noticing his subtle nod.

Yet he stayed quiet, his eyes downcast once more so you kept talking.

"The point is..I love you, and you're good enough for me, Infected. I'm not angry at you for forgetting things. That's not your fault. I just..don't wanna see you get kicked out over some lousy complaints. That's all, okay?"

For a few long moments, there wasn't a response from him, although he sniffled a few more times. You worried he was about to sneeze, but when his gaze met yours again, you saw tears and pink snot dribbling down his face, his eyes red and puffy.

"Infected?"

"I-I still d0n't kn0w what's wr0ng with me, [y/n].." He mumbled, trying to bite back the sobs that wanted to escape. "Deep d0wn, s0mething tells me that...th-that I've always known y0u. It tells m3 th4t we've d0ne all this fun stuff bef0re. I want t0 remember, but..I-I d0n't know how. And...and..."

"And what?" You gently coaxed, squeezing his hand.

"And th4t's what keeps m3 up at night. N0t just the gam3s. It m4kes me feel like a [CONTENT DELETED] B0yfriend, and...I...owww--" Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head, and he brought his other hand to it. "My h3ad's killing me.." Chills ran through his body, and he felt himself growing feverish.

"Again? Oh jeez.."

"Wh-What d0 y0u mean "again"?" He coughed.

"You keep having these flareups. I guess your sickness doesn't like our deep convos that much." You frowned a little. "Come here."

Once more, he laid down in your lap again, only this time curling up and shuddering with small sobs. You could see the virus attacking his body and senses again as he groaned in pain, trying to shelter his face from the suddenly harsh light.

In the early stages of his infection, he used to get these bad flare ups every other day, sometimes even calling you in the dead of night crying and whining. But they never became this bad while you were present.

'Is it..hurting him so he stops remembering?' You wondered, deciding to make a mental note to ask Dr. Retro about that. But for now, you just grabbed the blanket that was hanging over the couch and set it down on him, hoping it would help him rest.

For the first time, he was willing to accept that something is in fact wrong with him.

He wanted to remember all the things that you did together.

So maybe...Kasper wasn't really gone just yet.

Maybe there's hope after all.

[russellsppttemplates]

Ugh writers block is the worst, eh?

Maybe something silly to kick-start? Driver of your choice freaking out because his lips are tingling after he kissed you (you're wearing one of those plumping lipsticks)🤭

Tw: talks about potential health problems

Finishing your skincare after taking a final look in the mirror, you then made your way into the dining room, seeing Charles finish setting up the table, "That's all of us, right? I didn't miss anyone?", he pointed to the sets of plates and cutlery, "yes, that would be all of us now that Arthur and Carla are joining too", you smiled, going up to him to kiss his lips, "I'll be in the kitchen finishing up lunch".

"Do you need help?", Charles asked, "It's just stirring things, I think I'll be fine", you added, leaving Charles to sit on the sofa. As he flickered through the channels, Charles started to feel some tingling on his lips, wiping them on the back of his hand in hopes of swatting and cleaning whatever was in them and prompting the sensation. Yet, it persisted.

He knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but he went online and looked for what could be the cause of the tingling after he wiped his mouth with some water from the bathroom's tap. According to the website, he could be having anything from chapped lips to a stroke. Looking deeper into the symptoms, none of them added up other than the tingling. He had been pretty relaxed lately, he didn't feel and numbness, he didn't have any headaches in the last few days, and after checking in one of the mirrors, his face looked okay, all muscles moving as they should, "Amour?", he called, "can you come here, please?".

Walking to meet your boyfriend, you noticed his worried expression, "what's wrong?", you asked, "my phone says I'm having a stroke, or an allergic reaction, or I caught some virus mayb- shit, you shouldn't be here, I could pass it to you!", he said all in one go, "wait, wait? Are you feeling anything different?", you asked, swatting his hand when he swatted yours as you checked his temperature with the back of your hand, "you look fine to me, you're not warm. What is it that you feel?", you asked.

"My lips are tingly, now they're better, but they were so tingly", he explained, "and they were, like, bigger? Poutier?", he shrugged his shoulder, "Amour, give me a kiss, please".

Despite the odd request, Charles did so and the feeling came back, "see? It's like this, it gets tingly!", he exasperated, wiggling his fingers to mimick the feeling on his lips.

Chuckling at him, you cupped his cheek, "it's my lipbalm", you said, "It's one of those that makes your lips plumper, and I kissed you with it on, I didn't even think of it", you explained, "you're all fine, handsome".

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[multi-fandomedfreak]

There for you // TOS Spock

Authors note: Guess who’s baaaaack ;> (with a small drabble bc school and writers block are killing me 🫠🫠)

Summary: Based off Episode 4: The Naked Time of TOS. Spock has his breakdown you’re there to comfort him. Can be either platonic or romantic

⚠️Warnings⚠️:Angst bro, angst

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The Enterprise was in chaos. Sulu attacking people with a sword, Riley taking over the ship, crewmen going hysterical, and now Spock was nowhere to be found.

The last time you checked he was headed towards the sick bay but he wasn’t answering his com. You were walking at a determined pace but a a dreadful anxiety had settled in your stomach.

Riley had taken control of the ships helm and the ships orbit was decaying faster than Jim could make an irrational decision, which only urged you to find Spock faster.

When the Enterprise shook violently due to the decaying orbit, your determined stride became a frantic one. At this point, you began to go into every room that was unlocked in search for Spock, even into crewman’s quarters for goodness sake.

Just as you let out a frustrated huff, a peculiar noise caught your attention. You paused. Where was the noise coming from? It was so faint you almost convinced yourself that you’d gotten the virus. You’d definitely gone crazy now.

But there it was again. You walked as silently as you could towards what you hoped to be the source of the noise.

As it got louder, you recognized it to be…sobs.

Gut wrenching, sorrowful, sobs.

Just hearing the sobs themselves made a pit in your stomach. You had to will yourself not to cry.

Soon, you realized that the crying was coming from a conference room. Before you could think about what to do, the automatic door slid open to reveal a sight you’d never thought you’d see.

Spock hunched over a table, knuckles white from the force of which he clutched his head, and sobs racking through his body almost uncontrollably.

His face…usually one so stoic and serious was now contorted in such despair it shocked you to your very core. Seeing someone you cared about in pain made you sad yes, but seeing Spock in pain? That was a new level of misery you couldn’t even begin to understand.

Maybe it was because you both were closer than anyone on the ship. Maybe it was because you understood how much it takes to break someone like Spock. But understanding that didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was Spock.

Forgetting about why you were even looking for him in the first place, you approached him cautiously.

You sat next to him.

Not too close as to startle him but close enough to let him know that you’re there. That he’s not alone.

His head raised to look at you and you could feel your own eyes well up with tears at the sight.

His eyes. Oh his poor eyes. They were usually so unreadable. It physically shocked you just how vulnerable and deep with sorrow they had become.

The stain his tears left on his cheeks brewed such deep emotions inside of you that they couldn’t be explained. All you knew was that you wanted—no—yearned to eliminate the cause of such tears.

His struggle to inhale air through his ragged breathing snapped you out of your thoughts.

For a moment, you didn’t know what to do. You wanted to make him feel better so badly but…you simply didn’t know what to do.

Comforting Spock was not something you ever thought—realistically—you would do.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed. A minute. An hour. A whole day could have passed for all you know. Either way you didn’t care. All you cared about was Spock.

Then, he did something that unexpected. He reached out for you. He was asking for physical touch. With you.

Despite never having witnessed Spock ask for something of this manner, you didn’t hesitate to engulf him in a bone crushing hug.

The comfort it brought Spock was almost instant. Although his sobs continued to rock his body—you could feel the tension slowly leave his normally stiff shoulders. His head rested on your shoulder, face tucked into the crook of your neck, as if shielding himself from the rest of the world. He clung onto you like a life line.

Your arms wrapped tighter around him, a silent promise you wouldn’t leave him.

All previous thoughts about the ship or the situation at hand completely left your mind. They were now considered a second priority. This didn’t normally happen but you couldn’t help but feel that this was more important.

That Spock was more important.

[mists-reading-nook]

A new world

A new world,familiar in its own right. That’s where you are. You know this place,don’t you? You know this deep forest,don’t you? You know these sounds and sights.

You do. But why can’t you remember? And why does it all feel so…different?

Exploring your surroundings is your only real option. So you do. You walk and walk and walk until your feet ache and you’re sweating a bit from all the movement. But you don’t stop. Slowly,this place comes back to you. Slowly,you remember.

Until you come across an odd scene,one that doesn’t feel familiar at all,even in the deep recesses of your memory.

On the forest floor,laid falling off the top of a large protruding root, there’s a book,laid upside-down. Picking it up shows you a page with roughly scribbled text in smudged black ink. It’s barely readable,but you can make out what it says at least,so you begin to read.

“xx-xx-???

We’re going to have to leave Sumeru soon. The forests can only keep me and her safe for so long,and I think she’s starting to catch on to my worry. She knows a little,but not a lot,and I'd like to keep it that way.

Even if just for her sake.

Regardless,the virus is spreading fast,and leaving sumeru might be our only option for safety. The forest is starting to become affected by the virus,and It’s starting to become infectious. I’m going to take her to leave tonight. Maybe we head to Liyue,or maybe we head to Mondstadt. Whatever we do,we cannot stay here.

I miss (there’s a smudge here,blocking out a large piece of text. It seems like water dropped on the paper) …but I can handle this alone,I hope. It’s just me and (another smudge. The name is illegible.) against the world now. “

There’s no name at the bottom,but there is a small,hastily scribbled note,as if left as an afterthought.

“I’m not sure who I’m writing this for,but if you read this,you must leave Sumeru. It’s not safe. Run. As fast as you can.”

The panic is evident in the writer's handwriting. But the question lies for you, what happened here? Where do you go?

And why…why is everything so quiet?

[that-starry-freak]

Who wants a little solarnexus wip that i did in like September and then writers block hit me again so I havnt worked on in forever? (This is unedited af so I apologize for bad grammar)

He was awake.

That fact still was disturbing to Solar. He was supposed to be dead.

The only thing worse than knowing that he was alive, was knowing that Nexus was dead to the rest of the family.

Finding out about his best friend's betrayal had been confusing and almost enraging. He still didn't fully believe it, and he didn't trust Old Moon. He'd heard so many stories about him. How he had manipulated and abused Sun; he had no reason to trust him. It was even more off-putting how.. friendly he was with everyone, and how friendly everyone was right back. How they lived in a new house with completely new stuff.. It was like his darling Moon never existed…

Right, his name was Nexus now. Old Moon had called it edgy, but honestly? Solar found it fitting. The entirety of time and space, that's how he saw himself. He wasn't a rock relying on something larger to keep himself steady, he was independent. He was a large entity of order and chaos.

Solar could bet he was still the same sweetheart underneath it though.

Maybe it was a bit edgy, but it was sweet. Cute, even. Nexus had always been adorable. God Solar just wanted to hold him close and kiss him and-

…. 

Wait, where had that though come from?

He wasn't able to think too far into it, however, a knock on the door startling him. He stood up quickly from where he was sitting on the bed, like it was a crime to be sitting. "Come in!"

The door cracked open, and a tan face with 7 bronze rays peaked his head inside "Hey, Solar.. how are you holding up?" 

Sun's voice had always been a place of uncertainty for Solar, but luckily over the time he's known him its become deeper. Less like his own Sunnys, now filled with so much more exhaustion. It was concerning, but also relieving.

Solar shrugged, still. "Fine. Just been.." he trailed off. What was he going to say? Thinking about how much he still cared about the brother who betrayed him? No, that would be insensitive. He didn't want to upset them and push them away, he already did that enough already (way to much first impressions with Old Moon)

"Just been-?" Sun prompted, a dark eyebrow raising in question.

Solar shifted uncomfortably "Just been sitting here. Just- thinking over all this." It wasn't a lie, Sun just didn't need to know what 'this' entailed.

Luckily the other yellower solar bot just nodded in understanding. "Alright. If you ever need anything, you can just get me or Moon, alright?"

"Alright.." solar already knew he wouldn't be daring to bother either of them with his problems. He didn't want to bother Sun or put more stress on him, and he didn't trust Moon as far as he could throw him.

The door clicked closed once more as Sun left, and Solar found himself relaxing, sitting back on the bed. He already had been tense around Sun in general, but now he just.. he couldn't trust him anymore. He didn't trust how Old Moon influenced him, especially with how he referred to old Moon as just 'Moon', as if Nexus never existed. As if there wasn't a previous owner of that title.

Solar had generally been avoiding the family. He seemed to be the only one who second guessed Nexus's situation. Everyone else seemed perfectly content thinking he was completely in the wrong and was just a villain now, but.. Solar wasn't so sure.

After all, he had teamed up with someone who violated his systems and memories. Who had manipulated them all like puppets. Who Nexus had ranted to Solar about how he hated.

There was no way that was the same Nexus. He was a bit slow, but he wasn't stupid. Or gullible.

No… something must have happened. A virus, maybe. Or dark sun manipulated him into whatever he did. But solar had a hard time believing he did it using his own free will. Not just because Nexus was a 'nice guy', but also because that just.. wasn't him. The goal most important to him was keeping his family safe and making them happy, and threatening Earth just… it didn't fit that bill.

Whatever it was, Solar was determined to figure it out. Using what people told him, security footage, or even tracking Nexus down himself. It didn't matter, he needed the trust. He.. he needed to prove him innocent. And he needed to do it secretly. He didn't need the rest of the family finding out and resenting him for it. What if they saw him as a villain too? Locked him up, or banished him to space? No, he couldn't help Nexus like that. He needed to be discreet about this.

He stared at the wall, quiet as he thought. He needed to figure out a plan. Maybe he should listen to everyone's sides of the story, with the excuse of curiosity? (Which wasn't a lie, he was curious.) Maybe check security footage after, possibly even getting Jack to spy in the rest of the family? It was.. well, wrong. But he needed Nexus back. He had to prove his innocence.

The final step of course would be to find the villainized bot himself, and Solar was a lot less confident in that step. He wasn't really afraid of him, no, but he was uncertain. He didn't even know yet if he could help him at all. If he could save him from whatever was happening to him.

Okay, maybe he'll have to make up the plan as he goes just a bit. But he had a good, solid foundation in his head for now. 

He hoped he could truly unravel the mystery in time. He didn't want Nexus hurt…

[twoafflictedsouls]

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Hi! could you maybe do more of Florence being pregnant? they are the cutest stories to read, and i dont see alot of them, sadly enough. But if you do, thank you!<3

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paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): pregnant flo, fluff, r being worried about being a mother, flo reassuring r <3

warning(s): pregnancy (?), grammatical errors, unedited

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At first you didn’t notice the changes in Florence’s body, even though they were right there, hiding in plain sight. 

It all started with the nauseas. You thought she had a virus but a quick visit to the doctor told you otherwise. She wasn’t sick at all, she was full of life. A tiny human was growing inside of her. 

Your eyes winded once the doctor gave the both of you the news, horror and confusion and anxiety on your face. Florence, on the other hand, had the biggest smile on hers, her eyes sparkling at the doctor's statement. 

You tried to pretend everything was fine, you faked a small smile and quizzed her hand in assurance. But as soon as she and the doctor got to talking about her body and the baby, you zoned out, taking in the information. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to have a baby, no, that wasn't the problem. You would love nothing more than to form a family with her, but you weren’t sure if you were ready. A baby was a huge deal, it was a human being after all. They need to be taken care of, and you weren’t sure if you would be able to do that. One thing was taking care of yourself, another thing was taking care of Florence, and taking care of a baby was a whole other thing. 

Florence didn’t notice your odd behaviour until the both of you got in the car and you were still silent. She then realised that since the doctor had told the both of you the news you hadn’t said a word. 

“Y/n, baby, is everything okay?” she placed her hand on your thigh, gently squeezing it in reassurance. 

You looked at her, tears burning your eyes. 

“Baby, what is it?” the look on your face worried her instantly, her hand found your cheek trying to comfort you. You leaned into her touch. 

“I just, I don’t if I can do this, Flo,” you whispered, not actually wanting her to hear you. 

She looked so happy when she found out she was pregnant, you didn’t want to take that away from her. You didn’t want to disappoint her. 

“You mean the baby?”, she asked softly, not wanting to scare you more than you already were. 

You slowly nodded your head. “I just, I don’t think I will be good at it. I’m going to fuck up, and I don’t want that for them. I don’t want them to be like me, I won’t do that to them,” the tears you tried so badly to stop from shedding were now rolling down your cheeks. 

“Y/n, listen to me. I get it, it’s scary, it’s new. You have every right to feel like this, but hear my words. You are the most incredible human being I ever had the pleasure to meet. This baby would be the luckiest baby on earth to have you as their mother. And I would love nothing more than for them to be exactly like you. Because you are everything, Y/n. You are kind, you’re funny, you are loyal, compassionate, courageous. You are the most marvellous person I have ever met,” she gently wiped your tears. “And you are not alone, baby. I know we can do this, okay? I wouldn't want anyone else to share this baby with. I know we didn’t plan this, but maybe it’s meant to be,” she pressed her forehead against yours. 

“Flo, I’m just so scared.”

“I know, baby. I know. But, hey, we have about six more months before they are here. We have plenty of time to figure our shit out,” she joked. 

A giggle escaped from your lips.

“We got this, okay?”

“Okay.” 

She gently pressed her lips against yours, wanting nothing more than to kiss all your worries and fears away. 

[...]

“Holy shit,” you gasped. 

“I know right?” she smiled at you. 

Your hand was on her now 6 month belly, feeling the strong kick of your child. Billie, laying beside Florence on the bed, was also paying attention to the little kicks of the tiny human growing inside her owner. 

“His kicks are so strong.” 

“Yeah. Wait,” she looked up at you. “His?” she raised her eyebrow at you. 

“Yeah, he’s definitely a he.”

“And how would you know that?” she playfully smacked your arm. 

“I just have a feeling.”

“Well, since I’m the one carrying the child I know for a fact that he is in fact a she.” 

You shook your head.” No, it’s a boy. But it doesn’t matter, as long as he is healthy I don't’ care what he is,” you placed a soft kiss on her belly. 

“Or what she is.”

“Whatever they are, right Billie?” she heard your calling and barked at you. “See, she knows I’m right. Billie can also feel it.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Florence threw a pillow at you. A smile formed on her lips. 

Her heart warmed everytime you would talk about the baby with so much love in your eyes, knowing that you finally admitted to yourself that you were going to be great at motherhood. 

“What about Matthew?” 

“For the baby?” you nodded. “Even if it was a boy, which isn’t the case, we are not naming our child after some dude with a vigilante complex, Y/n.”

“Oh, come on. Matt is a great lawyer and a great dude. This baby would be lucky to be named after him.” 

She squinted your eyes at you, not sure if you were being serious or not. 

“Okay, Matthew is a nice name,” she gave in. “But that doesn’t mean it a yes, okay?” you pouted. “Don’t give me that look, Y/n. I said I’ll think about it,” she smacked the pillow into your face once again. 

“Stop doing that,” you chuckled, snatching the pillow from her hands. 

“What about Primrose?” she tried. 

You sent her a death glare. “Just because your name is flower related doesn’t mean our child’s should also be.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “Okay, new rule. If flower names are discarded, so are marvel names.”

“You monster,” you pretend to be shot in the heart. “Okay, deal,” you shook hands. 

Florence grabbed her phone looking for baby names, you took advantage of the fact that she was now distracted, leaned into her belly and whispered only for the baby to hear. 

“Don’t worry, little one. I’ll make sure you have a cool name, even if it isn’t Matthew.”

Florence bit her bottom lip trying to hide the smile creeping on her lips. 

[...]

“What do you think about Robin?” you whispered, trying not to wake up the small human being in your arms. Your eyes never left their tiny body, so fragile yet so strong and healthy. 

It had been about 17 hours since you and Florence arrived at the hospital, 5 hours since she started to give birth to your child, and now 10 minutes since you first held them in your arms. 

You were slowly swinging them back and forth, trying to keep them calm. But also soothing yourself. You felt like you were going to explode any minute, not just by excitement and love for the tiny baby in your arms. But also anxiety and worry. But, somehow, the moment your skin made contact with theirs, every doubt you had ever had just washed away. 

Florence felt immensely happy, not only had she finally met her first born, but she got to share the moment with you. Her eyes got watery as she watched you rocking back and forth the tiny human. She couldn't believe you had ever doubted yourself. 

“Robin?”

“Yeah, it means bright, shining.”

“You sure it’s not a marvel character's name?” she playfully asked. 

“I, um…” you trailed off. 

“I like it,” she knew it was a marvel character’s name, but she didn’t care. “Our little Robin,” she smiled at you. 

“Hey, little Robin,” you whispered to the baby, tears burning your eyes.

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