#I can't write

[sheep-turtles-and-pizza]

Really love @beebopurr April prom dress design. Magnificent!

Also like the idea of April being like, super excited for the great ball (even more cuz her mom picked up the dress for her), her last night as an high-school teenager. Last look in the mirror, a selfie to show off to her turtleley besties, and off she goooes.

And then disappointment and all.

It sucks.

She sucks. She thought herself.

...

She needs a call.

#fee art #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt april #love the design #hm... #I didn't really mean to make it so sad #.....or did I?? #oh well #i can't write

[earthtooz]

requesting something abt naps w sae bc it’s canon he takes 1hr one’s every day u told me urself!

STOP THIS WASN'T MEANT TO COME TO LIFE. I SAID THIS AS A JOKE WHY ARE YOU ACTUALLY MAKING ME WRITE THIS. anyways:

imagine taking a nap with sae :(

his hourly naps are a daily occurance, typically happening as soon as he gets home from practice or whenever the clock hits 3pm. it's clockwork, the way his feet trudge to his bedroom to knock out on that luxurious king bed of his for an hour.

he doesn't even bother putting the covers over, just resting atop his made bed in the position that he collapsed onto it with. basically, sae is not finnicky at all when it comes to his naps.

until you came along. ever since you joined him in one of his hourly naps, with him wrapped in your embrace, he now finds it difficult to nap without you. this fact was a real pain in the ass to the pro-athlete.

so that's why he stands in front of you at 3:10 pm with a scowl on his face, hands tucked in the pockets of his sweatpants.

"what?" you ask, typing away on your laptop for an essay due soon.

"fuck you mean, 'what?'," he demands, tone icy and bitter.

tensing up at the slice in his words, you push yourself out from your desk to face him. "what's wrong?"

sae realises now that standing in front of you with grumpiness alike that of a child, he doesn't have it in him to ask tell you to come nap with him. in fact, he's a little ashamed to have to admit it.

"do you know what time it is?" grumbles sae instead, the bite evaporating out of his voice at his realisation.

glancing to the clock on your desk, you answer, "3:12? what's- oh hey, shouldn't you be taking a nap instead of distracting me?"

"yes, i should."

"then what's stopping you?"

"you!"

you blink once, then twice at his words, cluelessness displayed on your face; an expression that makes sae want to rip his hair out. can't you read his mind already and just come take a nap with him? is that so hard?

"i'm just... writing my essay?"

"exactly, you're writing your fucking essay instead of napping with me!"

the silence that envelops the room is deafening before your laughter drains the quiet away, bouncing off the walls of the study and sae's heart. the scowl on his face melts away a little at the sound.

the soccer star wants to wipe that look of elation off your face, the urge suddenly dissipating when you stand up and embrace him, latching onto his waist with a shiteating grin. well, this is what he got himself into (he doesn't mind spending the rest of his life with moments like this).

he then all but drags you by the back of your neck to your shared bedroom, pushing you against the mattress before taking his place beside you, stomach first.

the softness of your hands in his hair and the mattress beneath him makes him slip further to the fatigue of his body and mind.

as his hand lazily trails from your jaw and down your spine, it eventually finds purchase in your waist, which he uses to pull you even closer to him, eliminating any unnecessary space. with a gentle press of your lips to his forehead, sae lets go of his grip on consciousness, surrendering to you and the comfort of your embrace.

#i can't write #bruh what was this #not edited #NOT EDITED ONE BIT LMFAOOO #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader

[sewinrat]

HEY HEY CAN U DO NYEN X READER IF THATS ALRIGHT? THERES LITERALLY NOOOOOO NYEN X READER FANFIC AND IVE BEEN LOSING MY MIND THESE DAYS.

You got it. I'll take one of my post as the plot since you didn't give me one. Not proofread.

*Reader has painted black nails(minor detail)

"Can you please stop."

Nyen demanded as he crossed his arms. He tries to hide his desperation and fear. He's supposed to be the top of the pets after all! But you... You just had to be on the goddamn vacuum.

"No. It's more fun to see you like this under me," you said smugly as you can in your bun form glory. Bun on the vacuum. Something that might not seem intimidating but it is to Nyen. "I'm not even under you!" Nyen hissed at you but didn't try to scratch you like he usually would. "You are now." Your pupils turn to slits, you were enjoying this a bit too much but this is after all a golden opportunity to see Nyen so scared.

To make things worse for Nyen, Nyon and Sebastian are watching this happening. This is humiliation. "You can't be on that vacuum for long!" He sneered at you, further hissing at you but still not doing anything. "I know. That's why I'm enjoying this while I can," a smug cat-like smile appears on your face.

___

After quite some time of torture(for Nyen), you finally get off the vacuum by Luther's command and now you're currently trying to butter Nyen up from the incident because he's giving you the violent treatment.

"Nyen~ Look at me!~" You meowed out in a whine as you try to latch onto his back with a hug. However Nyen was not having it so he yelled at you while baring his claws.. as in threatening you with a knife, "Go away!!" You whine out more with a loud mewl as you trace your sharp black nails across his back and arm gently, "I'm sorry~ I won't do it again~" He smacked you over the head harshly but it's not enough to really hurt you, "Stop lying!"

You just chuckled at him and wrap your arms around his waist, not minding the knife in his hands. Even if he stabbed you, you won't really die anyways and he'll have difficulty too target your face by the position you both are in. Nyen decided to give up for now and decided to smoke. At least he knows that him smoking can annoy just a tad bit.

And that's that. Silence then lingers between those two as they don't even bother to make a conversation to each other, except for a few banters and quick remarks of course.

"I should do that more often."

"Don't you fucking dare."

#is this what you want #ranfren #nyen #nyen catman #randal’s friends #ranfren nyen #I can't write #request more if you like #Sincerely sewer rat #x reader #ranfren x reader #nyen x reader

[walkingstackofbooks]

Kira and Julian in Life Support

Feelings 1:

Bareil, as far as I can see, has never called her Major on screen, called her Kira a few times before they got together and then called her Nerys very consistently, notably in The Collaborator. But in this episode, he doesn't call her by name once. But when he wakes up from the brain surgery, this happens:

"Bareil?" "Yes, Major?"

AND I AM SO DEVASTATED FOR HER.

Feelings 2:

Just Kira and Julian's whole interactions with each other:

(For context: Julian usually calls her Major; "Kira!" has been used once when rescuing her, and "Nerys" once when he was flirting. Kira usually calls him "Doctor"; "Julian" has been used on three occasions, once under duress when he was flirting, twice when she was protesting his orders to take a break.)

Julian breaks the news that Bareil has died

"Thank you Doctor. I'm on duty in Ops. Excuse me." "Kira. I think they can get along without you in Ops today."

Kira slides into her usual formality, since she's using work to distract from grief. Julian drops his usual formality and gently calls her by a friendly, but not intimate name.

When he is debating the first brain surgery with Kira and Winn

"I think she's right, Julian. I think Bareil would want the positronic implants." "Kira, if I go through with this, the man who wakes up may not be the man you used to know." "I realise that, but I know how important this is to him, and I know he wouldn't want to just be put into stasis indefinitely, waiting for some medical solution that may never come. Do the surgery, Julian. Let him finish what he started."

Kira begins to his name as she tries to persuade him. Julian continues to call her Kira; almost unthinkingly, he's more concerned about saving Bareil than about Kira's feelings here.

When Bareil is dying.

"It's the other half of his brain, isn't it? But you can still help him can't you? You can replace the other half of his brain with a positronic matrix." "I'm sorry, Nerys, but this is where it ends."  .... "Julian, you can't give up now." "Nerys, if I remove the rest of his brain and replace it with a machine, he may look like Bareil, he may even talk like Bareil, but he won't be Bareil. The spark of life will be gone. He'll be dead. And I'll be the one who killed him."

Kira continues to use his name to cajole him into saving Bareil - You're Julian, you're my friend, why won't you help me, Julian?

But there is no way for Julian to offer Kira comfort here, and he knows it. So he does the only thing he can, dropping every formality and identifying himself as her close friend by using her given name - even as he tells her he has to let the man she loves die.

#I can't write #This is all so much softer in my head #But I hope my meaning is conveyed? #It's hard also because I'm trying to stick to facts in my posts rather than going hard on the narratives I could imagine happening #It's hard also because I'm trying to stick to facts in my posts rather than going hard on the narratives #Man this episode was sad enough without it also being their first /real conversation with both given names being used #Kirashir #Kira Nerys #Julian Bashir #Julian & Kira #I love these two and this episode is too sad #Meaning: I love it #andi's spreadsheet project #my trek musings #WSB

[blasphemousgoggles]

Miasma

Written for a friend, I suck at this game.

Warning: Gore, Threats of Violence (Nothing too bad though)

“Is something wrong?” One of the others asked. You and the remainder of people look over to Enki. He seems lost in thought, staring deeply into the Miasma sword.

“I haven’t witnessed anything like this before…” You begin to feel a growing sense of dread. Going through this hellish dungeon has caused your nerves to be shot, every sound and step you take sends tremors through your whole body. Most things in this decrepit dungeons have tried to kill you, everything in this place was beyond anything you believed was possible. Stopping now could be the death of you.

“Blood? …blood…blood. Yes.” Enki murmurs to himself.

“We need to keep up the pace.” You don’t want to stall any further. All you want is to get out of this place as soon as possible.

“No… There are more urgent matters…” He doesn’t even look over at you.

“What are you saying…?” He talks slowly. Exasperated, someone asks “What are you talking about?” It seems like the others are getting more paranoid. Finally, he looks over at you and the others.

“The blade…It wants sacrifices… Right now.” The hairs on your neck stand. 

“Guys, maybe we should go.” If the man has gone insane you are not waiting around to find out. While you would feel bad leaving him, it seems that he doesn’t care for what any of you have to say now.

“Oh do not worry. I have no emotions toward most of my companions. They can be your cattle. Sacrificial lambs.” It's too late to leave now, he begins to swing.

Now most of your companions lay dead, deep gashes are carved into their bodies, blood still gushing from their wounds. At least one person managed to run away, however sadly for you the dark priest gaunt form looms over you. is gripping your arm tightly. Despite him being weak he managed to overpower the others and you due to you all being malnourished and already injured from the previous fight with the Crow. It's truly a bit embarrassing that someone with such brittle bones was able to quickly massacre the lot of you.

He stands still clasping at your arm still, while coated in blood he continues to stare dully at you.

You glare at Enki, if you were going to die by his hands you refuse to show any fear towards him.  Now you wait for the finishing blow.

“Let's go already.” He states blandly. You falter. That was not expected  After a moment of staring at eachother your glare melts into confusion and suspicion.

“Excuse me?” The priest has the absolute gall to roll his eyes at you like he didn’t just butcher both of you companions. “We should keep moving. We have been in here long enough.”

What is he saying? Seriously, who in their right mind would leave with this scum. Either way, why aren't you dead yet?. While you were still baffled, rage grew into you like a tumor. And you couldn’t help but state the obvious “You killed the others! Why the fuck would I want to leave with you!” You attempt to shake off his hand but he grips tighter. With how hard he's gripping you, you're pretty sure if he holds any harder his nails would enter your skin. 

Enki looks unamused. “The sword demanded blood so I gave it some. The others were never going to make it out of here anyway.”

“What do you know! You don’t have the right to play god and decide who lives and dies.” You break, you had grown attached to some of the others. You felt secure with the others, it felt safe with them. This dungeon has no mercy to outsiders, death was everywhere but with your companions all of you had lived longer than expected when you all walked in here. You were beginning to get borderline hysterical. “ Do you even feel bad for what you’ve done? If you so easily slaughtered the others, what's stopping you from doing the same to me?”

His nails were now lodged into your arm the priest looks annoyed now. He grits his teeth. “I do not feel bad. I held no emotion toward them.” His eyes bore into yours. “While you are weak from your injuries, if they were healed you would be more physically adept than I am.” He states plainly. “It would be easier to travel together than alone.”

You scoffed “I do not care if it's ‘easier’ I have no reason to go with-” his other hand that still held the blade moved over to your face. 

“If you insist on talking back to me I will cut your damn tongue off.”

He pressed the sword's point to your mouth, the fresh blood of the others dribbled slowly onto your face and rolled down to your chin, the smell of metal stung your nostrils. You clamp your mouth shut lest you get the abhorrent liquid in there.

“You may be more physically capable but with how dim witted you are, you would have no hope of leaving this place. You would die here.” Weirdly he smiles. “While it would be easier, if you are unwilling I would gladly cut off your limbs and drag you with me.” You pale. As much as you hated to admit it, you couldn’t leave. This hellish place is just too easy to get lost in. You had to stick with him unless you found another poor soul down here. While the person who ran away could be an option, there is little to no chance of finding them. Even in your dread you wonder, why is he so insistent on forcing you to follow him? And why did he have to threaten you twice.

“I simply want you with me.” His eyes twinkle like some shitty romance novel. It would be sweet if it wasn’t for the gore around you and the threat of removing your limbs. He removes the blade from your mouth.

“If you stay with me, I can ensure that you won’t die here.”

Enki looks through you. Hesitantly you nod. There was no other option for you.

“Good. Now let us leave already.”

You stand albeit shakily, he helps to support your weight from where he was still holding your arm. Finally, the dark priest withdraws his nails from within your arm. Red liquid oozes out. Despite that reprieve, you frown because now his haggard hands have moved to clasp your hands. You cast one more look at your comrades, then you leave with him.

#fear and hunger #enki ankarian x reader #enki x reader #yandere ig #poorly written gore #i can't write

[night-market-if]

hey there! question about patreon; would you ever consider releasing the side stories to the public, maybe some time after patreon tiers get it? i understand if it’s not something in the cards for you, but just wanted to know what the options are for people like me who would love to support and want additional content but can’t afford it.

So, at the end of each book, I take all the stories and release them for one price. That's kind of my compromise. I do rely on Patreon to be able to write this story so releasing the short stories for free is not something that is really in the cards. Especially when I do release the entire WIP for free. But I do understand that not everyone would be able to pay a Patreon amount monthly. So, I do try to be mindful of that and put out a single payment for all the stories and artwork, when the books are completed.

Also, speaking as someone who does live paycheck to paycheck, I completely understand when someone cannot support me. My husband keeps getting laid off work because his job is shaky, we have had a storm that ended up really harming our house and property, and I have children. Patreon sometimes is the only thing that actually keeps a roof over our head. I can tell you that I can't afford to do monthly subs for others. I wish I could. So I get not being able to afford something. But that just kind of means I have to wait until I can. Because I think that the people that I am wanting to support, are probably in a similar situation as me. We are all just trying to get by, if that makes sense.

#the night market #if I don't make money #i can't write #i would have to get a job outside the home #and pay for daycare #i am fortunate in the position i am in now

[xunsue]

I wanna write. I really don't know why it's hard for me to write these days, it's just that I read so many great works and I tend to subconsciously compare myself then I start thinking 'this isn't good enough' and I get demotivated like a fragile little bitch

Problem is, if I don't write, there's no way it's gonna get any better. I'm better off writing shit then writing nothing at all. Writing the most amateurish poor sentence ever will get me closer to being good at writing than not doing anything ever will, so why am I so afraid to try?

I need to learn to be okay with writing 'bad' writing. I need to be okay with not being automatically great at something, because that's not how masterful writers are made.

Skilled writers, good writers come to be that way because they continue without stopping. They write, scratch, write, write some more and scratch some more and give up and do it over and over again.

They're good not because they haven't written anything bad. They're good because writing something bad did not stop them.

Not because they haven't fail. But because they pushed through despite failure.

#writing #i can't write #i want to write #writer struggles #writers block #writing is hard #i can write #i will write

[blackrosesandwhump]

I really want to write something but I don't have the motivation, energy, or inspiration at the moment. 😭

#not whump #no motivation #no energy #no inspiration #i can't write #but i really want to #i wish i could #but i can't #not right now #writing life #writer's life #writer's block

[canirove]

Fiorentina Vs. West Ham | UEFA Europa Conference League Final 2022/23

📸 by Thomas Eisenhuth - UEFA/UEFA via Getty Images & Matteo Ciambelli/DeFodi Images via Getty Images

#while we wait for the trophy let's thrist for Declan #declan rice #*thirst #I can't write #west ham #west ham united

[bored-dom]

please mod give us charisk. The embarrassment and sheer terror from chara as they realize someone actually cares about them contrasted by frisk just being chill and happy would be cute as fuck and hilarious.

...I'll consider it but honestly I'm terrible at writing any sort of romance so...

In the meantime heres an unfinished Charisk drawing from another AU of mine where it actually is cannon(MindfulTale)

#d&htale #i can't write #MindfulTale #undertale au #charisk #chara x frisk #undertale #chara au #frisk au #chara and frisk #frisk and chara

[habizuh-studios]

hey. hey guys. apparently validify is not a word. what. what is a word for validify? you know what i mean right

#validify #words #words words words #writing #i can't write #writing memes #please help me #for a tgcf fic #should i tag this? #meh its fine #if anyone is wondering #it's for: #“He would not validify general xuan zhen's habits.” #but. but idk #idakjfseg

[womp-womp-waa]

SBG FIC

Basically I got tired of the lack of Aiden-centric fics so I decided to do some short one shots for a quick read because I can't ever seem to finish a fic.

This is for the everyone waiting for the next episode (I'm scared)

#school bus graveyard webtoon #aiden clark #Schoolbusgraveyardfics #Angst #fanfiction #fanfic #I can't write #Poor grammar #Please take this into consideration before you read my fics

[helphowdoiusethis]

Someone remind me to write, I've got a jedtavius fic I want a couple chapters out for before Christmas

#jay yells into the void #helphowdoiusethis #fanfic writing #i can't write

[xsacrificialambx]

help i forgot how to write poetry :( i just wrote like 3 different poems and they all suck why must i have this problem 🤕🤕

#sigh #poetry #send help #i can't write

[lempeeartz]

My crochet heart: small bkdk oneshot

-

Katsuki had spent all day wondering what Izuku was up to, as Izuku had been practically shut up in his room every bit of that time.

In certain moments, the blonde would consider knocking on the other's door but he didn't want to disturb him. He didn't know if they were that close yet.

Sure, they'd hung out multiple times--almost every day--but this friendship was.. well, new. A rekindled friendship.

Katsuki didn't want to take advantage of that. Things were so good and he didn't want to be the clingy type. In other words, he didn't want Izuku to push him away. He'd only now got his- Izuku, back.

However, in this particular moment, Katsuki wanted nothing more than to cling to the boy.

He'd been blankly watching a boring animal documentary when he'd heard a familiar set of footsteps finally appear. He'd turned and his eyes met a messy haired Izuku, who had his arms behind his back.

"Hi, Kacchan! What are you up to?"

Katsuki glanced for a moment at the TV in front of him, "Watching.. penguins apparently," Turning back, he motioned towards the other, "What are you up to?"

Izuku shrugged, "Nothing, I just- well, I-" A blush tinted his cheeks as he quickly moved his hands forward, "I made this for you!"

Katsuki was wide-eyed as he looked into Izuku's hands. There lay a dainty, obviously beginner, crochet heart. It was sloppy. It looked almost ready to fall apart.

It was perfect.

Chewing his lip, Izuku watched the other stare at his creation. He knew it looked ugly, it'd been his first attempt at crocheting. His heart ached as his embarrassment grew,

"Ah, I'm sorry, I know it's not great. It was my first time, and I honestly really wanted to make it for you. I just wanted to show you how much you, um, mean to me, Kacchan," Izuku looked away, blush deepening, "I know, it's silly."

Izuku's hands shook slightly as he started to move his hands back, accepting the silence as rejection, only to stop as Katsuki gently cupped the tiny heart.

He held it so carefully and Izuku's own heart squeezed at the tenderness.

"I love it." Katsuki whispered.

"You do?"

"Yes. Though, I have to ask," Katsuki met Izuku's gaze, a small smile pulling at his lips, "why a heart?"

"Oh, well," Izuku searched the other's face, seeming to read him, "it's because I..." His lips stretched into a knowing smile, "You mean a lot to me."

"I do?"

"Yes," He said breathlessly, "You do."

#bkdk #oneshot #bkdk fanfic #writing practice #i can't write #izuku #katsuki #bnha #bnha fanfic idea #mha #my hero academia #ktdk #dkbk #bakudeku #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #katsudeku #bakugou #midoriya #dynadeku #lempeeWriting #lempeeBKDK

[sweetmaggie]

Actual footage of me trying to write fluff:

"They sat by the lake, enjoying the warm rays of the summer sun. They laughed and sang, knowing that all was well..."

Two minutes later:

"And then he drowned"

#lol #i can't write #fluff is not for me #angst #fluff #writers