#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.

[ameliaenya707]

Keigo....kkkkeeeeiiigooo

[romanticsstuff]

outfit inspired by writer core fall edition. 🪶🍂

[shamefulsinnerethan]

I feel as if I need to restart like my Tumblr experience. Because the first time I posted was like months ago and it wasn't really... EYE CATCHING if ykwim. And really no one cares.

So, Hi everyone. I'm Ethan. Reintroducing myself.

I am a writer mostly. Photography is a side hustle of mine that I do enjoy and love with a passion. Of course, writting is my favorite too, whether it's love and hate, fanfiction, OC's...it doesn't matter to me. Idk if anyone saw my last post about my old story Lover/Killer.

That story went to crap. Only because I had bad writters block and was terribly busy.

I stopped writing it after 3 pages because my life got so busy. But lucky for you, lovebugs.. I'm re-writting it on

Wattpad. If it goes well. We will see

So yeah...

Bye Lovebugs.

[ruriza]

omg im never gonna get this friggin fanfic done bc of my writers block HELPPPPP PLSS it'll be out soon tho dw...

[jeszy-speakz]

my mind is just as blank as the conversations, my body is filled with so much frustration, is it too much for a kiss or a touch? my standards are valid, but am i asking for too much? all i need is some romance and some lust, to tame this heat that arises with your touch. could it be that just maybe for tonight, you could be my husband and ill be your wife..

[sagiewagiefics]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Your girly pop has some hard core writters block (but i have motivation to write help 💀)

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A lil guide on who i write for x

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My guidelines x

[fantisyoflove]

My creativity has been nonexistent lately

[endlessraine]

I wanna write angst but writters block is KICKING MY ASS. I have silly ideas to make people sad but NO, I have to keep them to myself because I can't write them out smh.

[nexe-montano]

I think writers need to know that there is no format for success. If a story is good let it be good. Throw that betrayal in there, have three climaxes, do that cliffhanger, kill off your most important character, make the main character's life a lie, and leave them grasping at straws for the truth.

Stop overthinking in trying to please others and yourself. There's an incredibly thrilling freedom when you don't worry about over-saturating a story. Make. It. Yours.

The most influential writers in fantasy, adventure, etc. never bowed to the wishes of those who they thought they should please. They wrote what they wanted and came up with incredible stories to share with the world. Not because they craved approval but because they genuinely were proud of that work and wanted others to experience the same emotions and thrill of reading they had while writing.

If you have writer's block, it is my firm belief that you are thinking too much. You have the layout, you have the ideas. Stop. Second-guessing. Yourself. You've got more to offer than you know. Let yourself thrive and live, not just survive in the writing world. Write any and every idea and build off of them to create a story no one has heard before. Create something you've only seen in your dreams.

Yes, you can take inspiration from every story you've heard, read, or seen before, yes, you can use AI to research topics you have no idea about to make your story even better. But no, you cannot quit.

You are on the very cusp of it, can't you feel it? You've got it, believe it, *feel* it. Only you can do this, only you can truly finish this in the way that you want and dream of. Do it. Complete it. Without any regard for what might be right or wrong.

[kiestrokes]

[miwachan2]

Potential Hunter!Y/N x Vampire Sun first meeting? 👀

[andreaheartscats]

yall this is me btw

[ask-notsoaudrey]

What did you like most about acting?

Oh- well, i think what i liked the most was how fun it was? I loved being able to roleplay as someone else and live a completly different life on an immersive way! It was very stressful and exhausting, especially working for [???]- but i wouldn't mind going back to it! Hm, i'm studying for college now though so i don't think i would have the time-

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[luminecent-sky]

Since you asked for it

I am curious what do you think about yandere Gallagher secretly being an eldritch monster or Cognito hazard.

oh my god... i had to take a day to think about it, like it could go so many ways??

Eldritch monster is an easy alley, esp with his connection to the 'death' in Penacony, and how he's made up of aspects of other family members. And a cognito hazard is also a viable option considering how he could've blended himself in after he took aspects of people and how Penaconys memory and thought altering aspects used by the memokeepers and by sunday himself, who says it's not possible.

this may have escaped my hands...

Your mind is hazy as you sit in the Dreamjolt Holstery, the alcohol makes your thoughts stir. It's surprisingly silent today, none of the dreamjolt troupe are here to cause a ruckus. But as always a familiar face is here to listen to your musings.

"Well, looks like you had too much to drink eh, doll?" Gallagher chuckles wiping a glass as your eyes focus onto him.

"..Maybe i have." a noncommittal hum escapes your throat, The alcohol is messing with you, his face is a blur, but most of the features you can make out, that brown hair, the stubble, the scars, but it feels wrong. Were the lights always this bright? Practically searing your eyes as you try and manage your tipsy mind, lest something foolish slips out of it.

"I should probably go now... or do you think Siobhan would let me crash here?" Laughter bubbles from him as he sets down the glass,

"Eh, maybe, but the real question is if you're gonna pay your tab tonight or tomorrow?"

"I think i'll pay tomorrow, you and i both know i'll be back here anyways." You stand, rubbing away the headache as you get to your feet, The world spins for a split second before you gets your wits about, walking out of the holstery and making your way to the connecting portal in the Reveries' lobby.

It's cold, chills creep onto your skin, the empty halls doing nothing to soothe the feeling. You feel the goosebumps on your skin, unnerving your tipsy mind as you avoid the more monster-infested areas of the hotel, hoping that the maintenance staff can finish faster just so the halls can be less empty than it is now.

To think that you'd miss the loud patrons, the smooth jazz and the clacking of shoes that would usually fill the hotel...

You're snapped to sobriety as you feel eyes dig themselves onto your skin, if the cold hadn't sobered you up earlier, this certainly did. Steeling your nerves. the walk continues, peering into halls, listening for the noise of the monsters that now litter the empty Reverie hotel, the gaze never leaves you, like a predator stalking it's prey.

You know that you haven't encountered any monsters, even with the alcohol in your system spotting them would be easy, bright colors and mechanical sounds, all tell-tale signs of their presence. A flash of purple and yellow moves in your peripheral, making you jump into a panic, ducking into the door leading to the main lobby.

There's a slight shakiness to your movements now, heart thumping in your ears as you reach the connecting pathway towards Golden hour. You take a few deep breaths, steadying your nerves before you enter the portal.

Those eyes remain gazing at your back, the faint pink light disappearing before your eyes can even register it.

[ahlookatallthelonelypeople]

new fanfic!?!?!?!?!

Hey everyone, I just got back from writers' block and my 2024 convention and I'm starting a new fic! I'm currently in the process of writing the epilogue for a new Alastor x Reader fanfic. I decided to post it here and see if people like it so far or if they don't! Pre-warning, the epilogue doesn't have much in it, and it's a rough draft so it's not grand but I'm trying. There aren't any triggers other than! DIVORCED PARTENTS! So I hope you enjoy reading the epilogue and if you could, please reblog this and give it some love!

Alastor: your average 37-year-old radio demon/paralysis demon.

Y/n: Your average 35-year-old human, with no family and a very problematic home life.

Epilogue:

Most people had a guardian angel. The creature was created with the goal of protection and guidance to the ‘good side.’ The thing that would help them reach greatness and help them achieve God's will. Unless, of course, you are y/n y/ln. Y/n was your average early middle-aged adult. They had a job as a bartender, a run-down Honda Civic, paid their taxes, and were simple overall. The only thing they were missing, was a house to call home. I guess you could say that they did have a ‘home’ but it wasn't theirs. You see, when y/n was young, their parents got divorced and they moved in with their dad. That is until their dad died in a car wreck when they were 7, forcing them to move in with their dad's new wife, Stacy, or Stupid Stacy as y/n would say.

Please comment on anything you would like and feel free to ask any questions and send me a request if you have any!