#writters block

[jenosonlywife23]

BOLD MOVES

Haechan and you curled up on the couch, the gentle hum of music playing in the background. The room was dimly lit, with fairy lights casting a warm glow that made everything feel cozy and inviting. A fluffy blanket was draped over both of you, and you felt the comforting weight of it as Haechan settled in beside you.

“What do you want to watch?” he asked, scrolling through the streaming options. His hair fell slightly over his forehead, and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked in his oversized hoodie.

“How about that new series everyone’s talking about?” you suggested, nudging him playfully.

“Only if you promise not to judge me if I get too invested,” he laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Deal!” you said, leaning in closer as he hit play. As the opening credits rolled, you found yourself getting lost in the moment, enjoying the warmth of his presence.

Halfway through the first episode, Haechan turned to you, his expression suddenly serious. “Okay, but what if this character makes a really bad choice? I’m going to need your commentary,” he said, looking genuinely concerned.

You chuckled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I’ll be your guide through this fictional chaos,” you promised.

As the plot thickened, you both leaned in, fully engrossed in the story. Between sips of hot cocoa and bursts of laughter at the absurd moments, you felt a sense of comfort that made the world outside fade away.

When the episode ended, Haechan turned to you, a soft smile on his face. “This is the best way to spend a night in,” he said, his voice warm and genuine.

“Agreed,” you replied, feeling grateful for these little moments that felt so big. You snuggled closer, both of you ready for another episode, knowing that as long as you were together, every night felt special.

Haechan and you were still curled up on the couch, the warmth of the blanket cocooning you both as the series continued. With each episode, the tension between the characters started to heat up, and you couldn’t help but glance over at Haechan, who was fully engrossed in the drama unfolding on screen.

“You’re really invested, huh?” you teased, nudging him gently.

“Can you blame me? This is getting intense!” he replied, feigning innocence. But you could see the way his cheeks flushed at the romantic moments, his excitement infectious.

As the story progressed, the atmosphere shifted. The characters were now tangled in a love triangle, and Haechan leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “What would you do in that situation?” he asked, eyes glinting with mischief.

You thought for a moment, biting your lip. “Honestly? I’d probably make a bold move,” you said, matching his playful tone.

“Bold moves, huh?” he replied, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I like the sound of that.”

Feeling a rush of courage, you turned to face him, your heart racing. “What if we tried making a bold move right now?” you suggested, your gaze locking onto his.

Haechan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you have in mind?”

Before you could answer, you leaned in, pressing your lips softly against his. The kiss was gentle at first, but the moment he responded, heat ignited between you. You melted into him, feeling the warmth of his body and the rush of electricity that shot through you both.

He pulled away slightly, breathless, a playful grin on his face. “Wow, that was definitely a bold move.”

“Guess we’re just following the storyline,” you quipped, heart racing.

“Then let’s keep the plot thickening,” he said, leaning in again, this time deepening the kiss.

[undeadtaylor]

HOW I BE FEELING.. guys i love it when i blast my music and everyone stares at me like. 👁️👄👁️….

MIND YOUR BUSINESS… but guys, should i start posting dark ass poets?? since i love writing and wtv..

[unusual-puppyboy]

EKKO! X M!Reader <one shot> [Word Count: 304] [Read Time : 2:30]

“E..Ekko.. I can't…” he pulls you closer in his lap keeping your back to his chest “shh shh yes you can.. now you gotta quiet down you don't want the other firelights to see you like this, right?” your head falls back on his shoulder, he doesn't stop his relentless gentle torture holding the vibrator to your tip “p..please its mhfmm~” panting in exhaustion his arm tightens around your waist pressing it directly on the tip. Your hips try to squirm away from the overstimulating pleasure, reaching out to grab something to ground yourself. Grabbing onto his neck softly guiding your way to his shirt grabbing a fist full of it “you whine so much for silco’s ex assistant. Here I was thinking you were supposed to be tough and cruel” “t..this is supposed to be a rehabil–ahh~–itation..” your poor cock swollen from the white ring around it stopping your sweet release that the vibrator was trying to push you too. “Please… e..Ekko it hurts! hmpff~” okay okay dear calm down…” he rolled the ring up and off your cock it felt like a weight off your chest “I'm so–” knock knock. “oh shit” he put his scarf in your mouth to gag your whines “hello? Ekko? Are you still scolding him?” “Oh yeah I'm fine just getting him to fix my hover” “oh okay..” while scar continued his long one-sided conversation through the door. Your toes curl and eyes roll back letting out a muffled scream as your blissful orgasm crashed like a train, your legs spasmed for a bit before laying limp. Scar had left by now “oh.. it seems you've made a bit of a mess… I'll go grab a rag” he lies you on the small bed to grab a rag and wipe you up.

[fluff-lover]

I was doing so well, but now I have writter's block...

Oh well, see you next year!

[purple-astronaut]

Urzai high-school AU, ursa, and ozai are in theater, and they do hamilton and ursa is Eliza, and ozai is hamilton and in this a AU everyone ships them including ikem so he faked being sick so ozai could get the lead. (I love hamilton ✨️🤭😇, if you want me to give other people roles, just let me know, I'm having writers block 😬)

[curseofhecate]

Currently working on a Lando fic that might actually see the light of say if I lock in and don't quit halfway through.

[zombean-r]

about this blog !!1!

welcome, stalker! you can call me Toby, im just another artist who really really wants to get their ideas out of their mind! this is a blog where i simply write.

(Sometimes i'll post some of my drawings here, but not mainly.)

abt me -> Genderfluid, i use anypronouns! -> Asexual. -> SH healing (oop-) -> Attachment issues

OC CONTENT !! the posts you'll see may contain:

Vivisections

Cannibalism

Dissections

Murder

Illegal Experiments

Torture

Abandonment

Suicide

Mental Disorders

. * - ofc not everything is going to be that, it's a trigger warning and i'll try not to be too detailed when writting it.

. * - i'll agree that i sometimes vent, maybe a normal one or a vent through one of my oc's struggles.

. * - im also not that active, i give my mind sometime to take a break- maybe a little too often..

+ ' . header credits: + ' .. @uzmacchiato and pinterest!

[telemarketing101]

I find it very hard to draw something I'm very passionate about because it's so perfect in my head and I can't fully show that in my work so now I'm just stuck with this world that no one will get too experience but me.

[quillkillerblack]

"I don't make the rules" I say about MY own world, that I created from the scratch, where I AM practically god, where I put MY trauma, thoughts, feelings, love, hate, everything and where I surely made the rules

[nsthesiia]

Я anesthesiia.

Пишу історії, де долі переплітаються, таємниці розкриваються, а герої страждають… але гарно.

Люблю складні сюжети, моральні дилеми та трагедії, викликаючи у читачів емоційну гойдалку. Якщо захочеш — заходь на AO3 та Wattpad.

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I am anesthesiia.

I write stories where parts intertwine, secret places open up, and heroes suffer… all the same.

I love complex plots, moral dilemmas and tragedies that evoke emotional distress in the readers. Whatever you want, go to AO3 and Wattpad.

Wattpad

Ao3

[venomsnake21]

I’m having writters block but for gaming 😭

[zippyskyfalls]

Warning: Unfinished WIP. I'm rewriting this book, so I decided to show you all the original version of it's beginning

Yes I'm a PJO fan, how could you tell?

Before you read this, I have one thing to say. If you believe you might be “one of us” Close the Page and never grab this book ever again. Just believe whatever lie your “Real” parents have told you and leave. If you don’t, they’ll come for you too, and I wouldn’t wish my fate on anybody in the world. However, if you're grabbing this book because you think this is a “marvellous” work of fiction, be my guest. I envy that you have the chance to believe that all of this never happened, that this was all the works of some “awesome author” who just likes Greek Mythology. If you’re still here, well don’t say I didn’t warn you.

My name is Callista Marin, at the time of writing this I am 12 Years old, the date of this first event was September 11th, 1991. My life hadn’t been the kindest, I’ve gone to 4 different schools in 8 years, so I had to learn to stop making deep friendships, my father –who I love VERY much– was a traveller, we’d gone to many countries over the years, Uruguay, Argentina, Ireland, Thailand, New Zealand and finally we moved back to the US 8 years ago, yeah, my dad went on a world tour when I was like 4, but I got to experience things that a lot of kids my age didn’t get the chance to do. If I had the chance to do it all over again, I would in a second. But my life is different now

You may be wondering about my mom… I never met her, I think she took care of me for a while when I was a baby? My dad never said that out loud, so I’d always assumed she left me with dad when I was born. My dad used to tell me she would have loved to stay with me, but personally? I think he’s just trying to sugarcoat it all.

From what I've heard, I have her eyes, a “lovely shimmering brown, that in the right light appeared flakes of gold” as my dad put it, aside from that I inherited most of my dad’s features. Freckles, blond hair which sometimes looked brown (which made it look like I was balding), I have this tannish skin which is mostly from going to so many beaches and South American countries, apparently from what i’ve heard I look “Friendly”, though most people I know would say otherwise, unless your my friend, I probably won’t be as kind to you.

I go to this “gifted student” private school, so I only get to see my dad every Summer. The school student program shows us these “Elite” subjects like Geometry for 10th Graders or learning about Third World Languages, which is pretty annoying thanks to my Autism.

I have a hard time focusing, I can focus EXTREMELY well when it comes to Art or History, but when it comes to Maths or Geography the sky just somehow becomes more interesting than finding the square root of 1 or something. Yeah, i’m Blond, Tan and Stupid. You’d think i’d be popular right? WELL like I just told you, I don’t make friends, so I just keep to myself.

One day, our History teacher was teaching us about some “crucial information” on History, the Trojan War. Our classroom was split into 2 teams, the Greeks and the Trojans (I had ended up on the side of the trojans). We had 2 leaders, a girl named Carly on the Greeks, and a boy called James on the Trojans. If our leaders were taken out, someone could take the charge by grabbing the leader’s Helmet.

Now, I know quite a bit about Greek Mythology, definitely not a HUGE fan (at least at the time), but I was smart enough to know how to strategize, apparently we were doing this activity for 2 reasons, 1 - to help with our synchronisation skills, 2 - to learn about the Trojan war and how battle strategies helped win this, how a single grain of salt can tip all of the balance.

The War was meant to go for about 10 in school campus days, but most of my class took this seriously. I don’t live with my dad (thanks to this being an Elite school) so me and the rest of our teams stayed up for a long time to prepare for our side, each team had maybe 8 people? I can’t remember a lot since it’s been a while since this all happened to me, but whatever. We had these devices around our stomach that would pop and explode into cranberry Juice if someone “stabbed us”, meant to be immersive, ya know?

The plan was that 3 of us were the defense, 3 of us attacked, one was a theive (someone who snuck in to grab stuff from the other team) and one of us were a spy (someone sent to observe the other team, pretending to be another). I was elected to be the Spy, the other people there said that nobody would notice me going in since they would be too focused on catching the thief

I did pretty well for a while, the only person who suspected me was this weird girl named Clarisse, I’ve talked to her a couple times, but I didn’t let myself get too close, ya’ know? The Greeks had built a barrier made of wood, most people assumed they’d win because that’s how it went in the story, but some of us knew that this could go either way.

By day 5, the Trojan’s were down to 5 people (without counting me), 2 defenders and 3 attackers, the Greeks were winning with 6 members, turns out Carly was a pretty good Leader. On the 6th day I was forced to pretend to be fighting my team (the greeks thought they could take on the Trojans fully). Carly made us all stall the other 2 attackers while she went to fight James head to head.

I kept my distance from Clarisse, didn’t know if she would stab me (didn’t know if she was gonna stab me in the neck instead of the stomach, she’s a big fighter), When I looked to my right, I saw something… Weird. A Peacock. It would have been on the news if a Peacock had escaped the Zoo, come to think o it, were there even Peacocks AT the Zoo? I’d seen Peacocks a couple of times in Brazil, Uruguay and Thailand, but never one close and personal.

“What the hell” I heard behind me, guess it wasn’t just me who saw it, Clarisse had spotted it too. She grabbed an absorbent of things from her pocket and came up to me, I felt the grip on my sword tighten as she walked closer. “You’ve seen peacocks, right?” I nodded “H-how did you know” Clarisse stared at the peacock “Last year, when you arrived at school. I remember that you talked about seeing exotic animals in some of the countries you’ve visited, it was mostly just a hunch– anyways”

She handed me what she had in her palms, a dead cricket (ew), some seeds, 4 dead flower petals, some lint and 6 25-cent coins “ya know anything we could give it? I’ve never seen something so beautiful…” I nodded, staring at what she gave me “Well…” I started “the Cricket, seeds and the flower petals are all things it can eat, no idea why you thought we could give it money though”.

Clarisse sighed, grabbing the coins on my palms “Peacocks mean REGALITY in Ancient Greece, we learnt about bird Symbolism like 2 weeks ago, were you not paying attention?” an “Oh” escaped my lips as she slowly walked to the Peacock. The Animal looked frightened, slowly backing away as Clarisse got closer.

I decided to grab some of the seeds and walk towards the bird, the Peacock seemed to eye me as if I was a distant relative (yes I know, i’m super creative, can you tell.), I got close to it, close enough to be able to touch the bird’s cheek. The Animal closed it’s eyes and seemed to lay in my hands, just for a second. Before a stupid splashing noise scared it away!

Apparently, while me and Clarisse were busy gawking at that Dumb Rainbow bird, Carly had managed to stab James! I was planning to run away, maybe tell the head of the Trojan War Program activity, till Clarisse grabbed the side of the brown shirt I was wearing.

“I’ll distract Carly” she began, I could almost feel the hot breath near my neck as she whispered “we don’t have much time” had Clarisse become.. An Ally? “I can disarm her while you take the helmet” I pondered for a bit “Clarisse–”

“GO!”

I don’t remember much of what happened next (it was mostly a blur to get it all done) but from what I can remember, Clarisse went to pat Carly in the back, telling her about a good strategy she’d come up with to kill the remaining 3 Members of the Trojans. Meanwhile– I snuck up and grabbed James’s Helmet, he went back to his dorm after being defeated, saying something about how if he wasn’t in the game anymore, there’s no reason to cheer other’s on.

I put the helmet on my head, attempting to come up with a strategy, when for some ANNOYING reason– my brain thought it was the perfect time to play "Vision of Love" by Mariah Carey.

Yes. Callista totally IS a child of Hera (I know it's weird, but it'll be explained in the full book)

[fluff-lover]

I wanted so much to post some Logan Howlett x Reader for Valentine's Day but I totally forgot, too busy with work! 😭

I wanted a little drabble for Logan and Angel from Healing Touch

I'm a sad little meow meow

[fiorelathewriter]

outfit inspired by writer core fall edition. 🪶🍂

[lifepath25]

This is the 11th day of 

waiting. 

seated in the same spot 

grindling my hands 

to type

and 

what gets out is 

ddddhhhhdhdjdhdhddhkjsdhjdsh. 

Whatever part of the 

brain that platitudinized me to write 

is dead now. 

It made me fall in love, 

and now—kaput—it's gone.

Uuuuh what a devoid day ! 

I am dissolving 

into a desolate form.