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kr0ffie · 1 year
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Give me one random word, one fandom from the tags, and ill make it a fanfic using a random character i know on the wheel spinner
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indouloureux · 2 years
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feeling very unslay this afternoon
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nobodylikety · 1 month
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Hey, I'm kinda back! First of all I want to apologize for the pending requests :( I had writer's block and recently I started another semester at Uni so I'm barely writing anything 🥹 But I hope this little something about Pup! Dani can make up for it </3
Puppy! Danielle x Fem! Owner! Reader, Hybrid AU, Fluff.
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Although you've bought Danielle all kinds of toys —plastic bones, balls, strings, even a squeaky toy in the shape of a steak— as soon as you get out of bed, ready for breakfast, you discover two things: Dani is not here. Your left slipper is gone, too.
Oh, my.
Still groggy from drowsiness, and more asleep than awake, you make your way across the room only to discover the entirety of the picture. Four more shoes are missing, both left and right, and the toys —the ones Dani was so amused playing with last night— are scattered all over the floor.
This is Dani's idea, you think as you bend down and pick up the squeaky steak-shaped toy, the aussie puppy's favorite. Maybe you can distract her with that (when you find her) and thus retrieve your footwear, if they're not already buried in the yard. Hopefully not.
"Dani! Where did you go, sweet girl?"
No answer.
"Dani? Dani! Where are you?
The hybrid doesn't answer your call either, so you end up leaving your room, toy in hand. You walk slowly, so you can look around carefully, in case you find any sign of Danielle's presence.
You live in a pretty little house, in a nice, familiar neighborhood, with access to a large backyard, and it suddenly occurs to you that this very spot might be the one where the puppy could be, playing around. It occurs to you that because, first of all, Dani has rambled on about 100 times about how much she loves the backyard, and because second, but not least, there are freaking footprints all over the floor.
They're mud stains, with Danielle's footprints in them. And boy, must she have been going around, because the footprints follow different patterns; zig-zag, in circles, in a straight line. You lean a little, examining the tracks that are fresher, because the mud spread on the ground is still wet, and you follow that trail of footsteps to the sliding door that leads to the garden.
The door is slightly open and when you open it all the way to get out, the morning breeze blows against your face. Brr, it's cold, and you feel a shiver down your back as you walk down the two small steps leading to the courtyard. The light morning dew keeps the grass pleasantly damp (not wet), but it looks so untouched that it doesn't look like Dani has been around.
If anything, everything is the same: the perfectly mowed lawn, the plantings of gypsophila and chrysanthemums, the little wooden bench where you sit to watch the sunset. Nothing is different...until, as you walk along, you notice small mounds of dirt and uprooted grass in one corner. Ding ding, there she is.
You follow that trail and, as you get closer, the pile of dirt and grass gets bigger, uncovering a shoe half-buried in a hole, and beyond that, the person responsible for said occurrence. Because of course, Dani not only leaves a trail of mayhem wherever she goes, but she's innocent (and dumb, in Haerin's words) enough to stay at the scene of the crime.
"Dani!" you call to her, approaching quickly. She's squatting, digging with both hands another hole to bury the lost slipper. She doesn't perk her ears up, doesn't seem to hear you, and keeps digging. "Danielle, for the love of all that is good what are you doing?"
The Australian shepherd puppy twitch and perks up her ears, recognizing your voice. She turns and her tail starts wagging, unbothered by being full of dirt from head to toe, she lunges to hug you so tightly that the two of you fall.
"OWNER, OWNER, OWNER! I MISSED YOU SO, SO, SO, SO MUCH!" Danielle squeals and spins in circles, tail wagging. She's super excited to see you at last. From the hybrid shelter days that Dani has a habit of waking up early, so when she comes to your home she does the exact same thing, so during the hours when you were sleeping, she has really missed you.
That's a lot of alone time for the innocent, restless puppy.
"I missed you too, puppy" you respond with a gasp, because Danielle's weight (who isn't exactly feather-light) is half cutting off your air supply by repeatedly jumping on you.
"VERY MUCH, VERY MUCH?" yep, Danielle doesn't know how to speak softly. She has to scream. Or bark, for all intents and purposes.
"Uh-huh, very much."
"Owner sleeps a lot," Danielle whines, frowning and pouting. "I got bored. But because I missed you so much, I stole your shoes. It's just that I wanted to play, y'know? and now I want to play too! Will you play with me?"
So many "play" in one sentence, you sigh, closing your eyes for a moment. You're going to do what the puppy wants...but in a moment. You need to catch your breath and be able to stand up.
"I'll play with you, but let me get up..."
But Dani, excited to know that you will play with her, doesn't listen to you. She jumps, spins, runs, and countless times manages to knock you down again and again. You are already tied as to who is dirtier for the dirt.
"PLAY, PLAY, PLAY, PLAY!"
"DANIELLE, I CAN'T GET UP!" you say, before another shove sends you flying. It's surprisingly strong. "Okay, that's it. I'm dead. Not moving from here."
If you'd said that to Hanni (which is like the most well-behaved), she'd probably drop her antics aside. But it's Danielle, aka 'I take things literally'.
"DON'T DIE, OWNER, YOU GOTTA PLAY WITH ME!" Danielle and her dirt-filled hands clamp down on your shoulders, whipping you around like a rag doll.
"Y'know, I thought you were going to say 'don't die, but because you love me."
"That too, BUT YOU HAVE TO PLAY WITH ME! I WILL DIE OF BOREDOM IF YOU DON'T PLAY WITH ME! so you play with me, or I'll bury all your shoes."
"Are you threatening me?"
"Um, no?"
"Uh-huh, I'll pretend to believe you." you shake your head, with some exasperation. Danielle relents and pulls away a little, just enough so she can do her little puppy eyes in an 'I didn't do it' kind of way.
God, this bratty puppy.
"So, yeah? we play?" insists the puppy, crawling towards you. She has dirt on her knees, dirt on her hands, and even leaves in her hair (and probably smells pretty nasty), but somehow inexplicably you strike her as the most precious living thing.
"Hey, sweet girl, let's make a deal. Yeah?" you get down on your knees, facing Dani, looking at her very lovingly. Even when Danielle does that kind of shenanigans on a constant, almost daily basis, it's like physically impossible to get mad at her.
If it's possible, you even love her even more. Her innocence, her energy, the transparency with which she expresses her feelings, are too much for your heart to handle. "first you're going to bathe, i'll put you in clean clothes, and then we can play. sometimes the dirt has bugs that can bite you or hurt you, and i don't want that for you. i promised you i'd take care of you, remember? that's why it's important to be clean, without dirt."
Dani nods, looking at you with those big eyes she gets whenever you talk to her. Her puppy dog look is a true reflection of the purity she possesses, and in turn, the undisguised affection in her eyes. She admires and loves you, and you reciprocate such feelings.
"You see? you're a good girl, Dani. Very good girl, and I love you so much" not caring that you are both full of dirt, completely obviating the fact of getting dirty, you clasp the puppy in a warm embrace.
"I love you too, owner."
"Now...who wants a bath then play?" you ask with a playful little smile, kissing Dani's head, her plush little ears, then down her forehead, nose and cheeks. Dani stifles a bark of happiness, as she wiggles in your arms, before letting go and darting off into the house, screaming in a baton, "BATH-BATH-BATH!"
God, you adore her so much.
After Danielle enters the house like a bullet, you stare at her for a moment, smiling without realizing it, your heart overflowing with joy and love. That puppy, who in a daily dose fills your yard with holes and buries your shoes, has brought into your life the most wonderful, unfading happiness.
Life with Dani feels like a vast ocean of possibilities that opens in front your eyes; new adventures, the almost certainty that nothing is impossible, and in general everything that you could live together with Danielle, because next to her, you can be sure that everything will be fine.
That everything is limitless, just like the sky, as long as you have each other.
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reveseke · 11 months
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Worried? Nooo... Maybe?
PT. Worried? Nooo... Maybe? PT end
- Request? No
- spider! Reader & Morgan from criminal minds
- masterlist(link) / this is just a rogue blurb i thought upon when it came to this dialogue prompt(link). Currently trying to work around my 70 drafts bc haha adhd go brr lol, just basic clearing them. This is how i beat my writers block(watch me fall apart next week due to it intensifying bc i over did it again)
- no real warning otherwise just a disclaimer this is not proof read but skimmed through, grammatical errors and sentences feeling like they should be switched around to work are pretty common in my writing as a second language English speaker/writer.
- Reader could in theory could be perceived as any age, but it's based on the son! Spider! Reader au. Ftm reader friendly.
"Should I be worried?" Morgan looked rather pale for his complexion as he looked up upon the infamous vigilante who had made quite name for himself. But at this point he was aware of his identity, as much as R had protested against it, it came to be a handy secret reveal for everyone on the team to know about the oldest of the Hotchner child being the said vigilante.
I mean, you wouldn't want to get shot at during a wrong time, would you?
But at times it felt a little akward. Hands trembling a little at time as the boy shifted the crumbling piece of a wall to the side, oh that one hurt. A soft wring of a wrist as the boy stood around, eyes not really leaving Derek's own brown ones. The man himself straightened himself, the radio on his fancy FBI vest cracking to life with muffled sounds.
Not really, R just didn't feel like listening in.
"uhh .. yeah, Hotch I'm fine. Everyone was evacuated and nobody was in the building when it collapsed." Answering the radio he looked away briefly. A silence filled with the dust clearing around them as R finally took in the half blown up building to their right. Ooh, that didn't look like it's going to hold, looking at the few pillars barely holding the four story building from collapsing on itself. "so?"
"mhm? about this?" Gesturing around them a little too casually for Derek's comfort, "—No. Not really. But what might happen afterwards? Yes, maybe a little bit." Hands clasped together for a brief moment with a sweet smile that in another moment would have looked like it tried to feign innocence.
It just looked akward.
"kid, you good otherwise?"
"yeah."
Maybe a better question would have been, how did R end up in California around an active disaster zone?
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kozukensgf · 1 month
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hii I’m back :33
I’m so woozi deprived lately my man barely ever posts😭 may I request part 2 of woozi texts??? (totally understandable if it’s not possible!) btw ABSOLUTELY LOVED THE VERNON PART 2 and DINO NANA TOUR SO MUCH UGH🫶🏻
You’re like literally my favourite SMAU account on this entire website ILYSM OKAY BYE MUAH 💕💕💕💕💕
hiii winter!!! <33
OFCC WOOZI BF IS POSTED!!! im sorry ive been having difficulties lately and writer block hit me so bad😭😭am i a writer tho
THANK U AHHH i was rly contemplating whether my prev texts are good shsjjsh (self sabotaging go brr) but this made me feel sm better 🥹🥹🥹 ILY SO MUCH WINTER 🥹🥹🥹🥹💘💘💘💘💘
@winterwallacehenderson u healed me fr<333333
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laneynoir · 7 months
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*hasn't slept in three days, forgot to eat again, has walked over 17 miles bc she got lost, was attacked by dog, writers block go brr, sense of impending dread, can't sleep*
But I stay silly :3
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sevencolorsatlast · 1 year
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Writer Me: So when are you going to be back with writing SAGAU-
Artist Me: Haha, art block just went away and pen go brr:
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How do you deal with writer's block?
Hello, your ask is much appreciated!
Typically and personally, when my other options are exhausted and my eyes wander over an empty page or Google Doc, my voice to crack in lamentation and sheer disappointment in oneself, and, oh dear, the aggressive pen clicks—and here I am being well ahead of the question. When one finally recovers from the self-criticisms and the ideals of what your hands could've made for your priceless children in your stories and yet you wasted it...
Be made aware, my dear Sir/Madame/etc., there is still hope! Attempt to recollect yourself (only needed if you have a crisis as I do, but this can also be for fun), brew coffee or tea, consume your favorite beverage without a single care. Go online, read or listen to songs that remind you of your WIP, stories, characters, concepts and everything else; this also can be applied to other works such as poetry, books, social media posts, even art, memes and advertisements and more. Pick up on their language, see what they tell you, and you might be inspired to write about it. Copy some key words you'd like to use in your writing, or sentences or phrases that resonate with you or characters or a general story and save it for when you finish your trek. You now have your drink and you have a new word bank to begin with.
If the above is ineffective, try limiting all distractions and stare into the void as you would on the bus from school. Then, literally just mentally start scripting what you want, or let it all come to you. This may or may not help depending on your level of imagination, level of attention span or otherwise, still worth a shot however! During this, ask yourself what words can be used to describe those actions your characters are doing, what the scene smells, looks, feels and sounds like, think of all the cool words, write them as soon as they come to you. It can be as simple, deep or poetic as you'd like, don't hold back what you'd say about it. Write everything as it comes to you, do not worry about quality nor plot relevance—like how you'd record your dreams on paper when you wake, they never require themselves to make much sense. Making sense is for later in the process when you take what you wrote in order to make it fit a plot. Brain go brr now, edit later.
You can also have plenty of fun with friends asking questions about your characters or your WIPs, this can occur during questionnaires or while you rant about things, and sometimes this is found in strange formats. For example, me and a friend played DnD to describe a character's day with dice.(@imbadatnicknames if you're curious, they make neat as heck characters). One could be mad libs, just becasue. One I do more than I'd like to admit is "secret cosplay", where I "play" as a character for a while to really get a sense or who they are and how they'd genuinely behave, and you can also see them and yourself develop from this over time. I'll be in my room (my poor, poor parents), exclaiming, pretending to be a tiny arsonist who's husband can barely manage her, or a heavily clumsy lawyer-knight in a secret relationship with a beautiful unisex-dressing prince with their own issues. Really get into it, I mean REALLY into it, like a theatre kid gone crack feral. Kinda reinforces the previous point a bit: let the brain go brr without judgement or hinderance.
If all that still cannot suffice, it seems counterproductive, everyone tells you, but, just write. ANYTHING. Like "haha yeet" on a google doc, just write something, literally anything. Something is better than nothing. And slowly you could possibly fool your brain into working around a scrunkly disaster of random crap into forming something like dialogue, maybe a funky 'lil monologue to use in that feral theatre kid method.
🤍 And, out of ideas... For now. I'm aware this is unorganized, I haven't had an ask in so long and I got way to up to it. I tried, and again, your ask is seriously, unconditionally taken into account and loved. Thank you. I love the writeblr community as well, you're all deserving of being published. 🤍
TL/DR: There are many different ways to deal with writer's block, including but not limited to: reading other works, staring into the void and letting your imagination yeet into oblivion and writing what you see in your head, literally pretending to be a character, DnD, typing gibberish to reboot your brain.
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lieonyourlip · 1 year
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The temptation to write a full blown tmnt fanfic instead of just writing down the plot idea I have but motivation and writers block go brr
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aspensfairylight · 2 years
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I have zero motivation to write because writer block go brr, so please sob I need requests
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mahoushaymie · 2 years
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Next chapter of Dog Days really staring me down because I'm working on everything but it. Not because of a lack of interest or writer's block, attention span just go brr right now and I am bouncing between things because my brain does not shut up. But on the bright side, Sugar and Spice will update real fast after that because I'm really into the next chapter (and also chapter 40).
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royalelusts · 2 years
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the oh so nonexistent motivation to write
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writingonesdreams · 2 years
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How to coax the story out of your head
The key is to find the process that suits you. Duh.
This is actually way more complicated than it sounds and requires some serious autoethnographic exploration and empirical experimentation.
Remember, there are no wrong or right answers. Whatever works for you is the best method. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise.
Writing is serious work. Don't let others belittle that, they obviously don't understand how hard a commitment that is.
Writing requires time. Space. Quiet. No disturbtions. No obligations jumping out the corner.
Sacrifaces of things, easier things you would rather be doing. Visits. That new Netflix series. Scrolling through social media. Reading another writing advice book.
Don't strain yourself. Even if you are in the flow. If you do, you will power down, exhaust yourself and are less likely to start. Your brain will go all defensive and won't allow you to get back into something as straining again.
The hardest things for most people is to start. So don't fret about starting. Idea to try: surprise yourself with sudden jumping to the keyboard and writing. Don't overthink. Overthinking is paralyzing.
Perfectionism is more common in people than the opposite. Everyone wants to do it well. It's the enemy of creation, spontaneity and playfulness.
Let the pressure go woozh. Ideas: Write the worst thing you possibly can. Freewrite. Call it the shitty first draft. If that's too evaluative for you (it's for me anyway, brr) call it the Zero draft. The no pressure draft.
Listen. Redrafts are normal. They are the sign of professional writers. Students and people who don't know how to write go with their first drafts, all vulnerable and unpolished, because they have waited that long or can't look at it anymore or don't want to permit themselves to be mistaken.
Professional writers know there are at least 3 stages to every text. Zero draft where you play and create. Second draft, where you put things in order to make sense. Third draft, where you let out the perfectionist who fine tunes the details. (Use however many more drafts you need).
The edits don't mean it was necessarily bad or wrong. It means the wip could shine even more. Try seeing it as underlining, polishing, highlighting.
The first drafts don't have to be shitty. I'm personally not a fan of this saying, cause usually they contain the most magic. We should value our first drafts for what they are. Sweat and creation, collection of fun and work.
There are outliners and pantsers. They come in all shades in between. Most people use a mix of both, wandering somewhere on the spectrum.
Thing to try: Freewrite about your day before writing as a way to 1) clear your thoughts 2) get into the flow 3) warm up exercise 4) to get rid of the respect before the blank page. Cause you have, y'know, already written something today.
Some people like reading before writing. Sets your brain for words and sentences and nice phrases.
Many people use rituals of their choosing to set their brain into the writing mode. Specific drink, position, smell, place, time, music, reading a similar book, reading what you have written, rereading the outline or notes from last session, etc. This is how you can create a habit. This is how you can get inspired "on command". Trian your muse to show up, when it suits you.
Positive mindset and good mood are way more productive than negative one. Fear, stress, unease all hinder you. Try to have the most relaxed attitude you can. Positive associations with writing are crucial.
When it stops being fun, change something. Take a break. Find the problem and fix it.
Listen to yourself. Trust your brain to connect things and figure them out.
If you are blocked or writing feels too much like a chore, work on figuring out the why. Freewriting is (again, I know) a great way to do this. Let yourself write whatever crosses your mind. Follow your thoughts and see what comes out. Maybe you hate the scene you are writing. Maybe you have a plot point you only feel like you need to have there, but don't actually want there. Be honest and raw with yourself.
When you feel like something has to be there, it's usually just holding you back. Leave it out. Jump over it and come back to to reevaluate it later. It's your work, your story, your tastes. You have all the right in the world to include things you want there. Don't feel like you have to do anything you don't want to.
To try out: Montage writing. Write out of order. Put the things in order later. Jump with your thoughts to any scene/part you want. Put in brackets for things you will figure out/add later.
Lots of novels were created at "walks". This means the writers spend lots of time thinking about their story in detail while on long walks, and then just threw everything they figured out onto the page.
Quick drafting works well to get the most from intense focus on your story and writing it all down as fast as possible. Quick writing also helps to hinder the inner editor - the creep can't keep up if you write fast to keep up with your thoughts.
The speed is really individual though, depending on numerous factors, so don't compare yourself to others and listen to yourself instead.
Depending on your process, speed and care at the first stage, the first draft requires different levels of editing. Not all first drafts have to be shitty and not all of them require the same amount of rework. I repeat, first drafts don't have be shitty, first drafts don't have to be shitty...(the need for editing does not make it a requirement by any means!)
Writing is a physically difficult acitivy. It requires lots of sitting without movement. Don't underestimate the strain it puts on your body.
Writing is mentally exhausting. You literally create something out of nothing (the definition of magic). So be kind to yourself. Take breaks. Refill your creative well.
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soujux · 2 years
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[ planes. ✈ ] ― masterlist
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recklessly abandoning all that’s been known to me.
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―― famous actor, yeonjun, just started dating taehyun a few months ago; and now he has to choose between staying or risking his fairly new relationship by accepting an offer that requires him to stay in london.
#.PAIRING.          choi yeonjun x kang taehyun (txt)
#.GENRE.            social media!au, secret relationship, fluff & angst, second chances, emotional exhaustion, confrontations, words of affirmation, second chances, celebrity x non-celebrity!au
#.WARNING/S     profanities & cursing
status.                 completed.
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📃 . . PARTS
001.   hueningkai lover
002.   is this also about pretty boy?
003.   work = you
004.   can we talk about my day?
005.   pomodoro technique in reverse
006.   this flower is for you
007.   brr emoji go brr 🥶
008.   something disgusting like “kissing partner”
009.   OVER ICE CREAM???
010.   woah too far
011.   sounds like him
012.   happy thoughts happy thoughts  
013.   when did i ask?
014.   where are you?
015.   don’t call me that
— time skip!
016.   it’s been literal MONTHS
017.   don’t say the b-word he’s sensitive
018.   we’re a team (part one)
019.   we’re a team (part two, final)
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[📃] NOTE. . ! thank you for reading this tiny fruit of my writer’s block. it felt light and i was at ease while writing the entire thing.
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thelemoncoffee · 2 years
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Underground Fighter kokichi go brr
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i'm not stalling for time while i have writer's block, you are
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