#actually doing this helps me a lot when I hit creative block

[coldfanbou]

After Show Thanks

So initially, this was going to be a viviz fic that involved all the members but then it became more of a SinB fic. So I turned it into that, and this is the first part of a three-part series.

Length 2.7K

SinB x Mreader

”Come on! Let’s go!” Your eyes slowly open before you feel the impact of a soft pillow smacking you. You cover your head with your hands as the soft blows rain down upon you. “We’re going to be late!”

“Then stop smacking me!” You shout back, grabbing your pillow and tossing it toward that familiar voice. You hear your soft pillow smacking them and turn to face Eunha. You see your pillow come falling down after it’s caught her on the chin.

“Ack, you hit me!” Eunha pouts, and you can see the crocodile tears forming. You sigh softly and pull her in before she can start her routine. With your arms wrapped around her, you pull her onto the bed and pepper her with kisses. “Hey, stop it!’ She says, shaking her head back and forth as you continue your onslaught. “It’s our first day! We’re going to be late!” Eunha says as she tries to squirm her way out of your grip. You hug her tighter.

“Next time, wake me up normally, okay?” You say in more of a demanding voice than asking.

“Okay, okay!” Eunha shouts back. You slowly let her go, leaving her lying on the bed. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath. You get out of bed and start looking in the closet, deciding what to wear. Looking back at Eunha, she’s kicking her feet as she lies on the bed, waiting for you to choose something. “Can you hurry?” She says before slowly rising into a sitting position. You take your time choosing an outfit, knowing that Eunha wants to get there early. You would have enough time as long as nothing got in your way. You pick something simple, grab your bag, and head out with Eunha. She takes your hand as you walk, swinging back and forth as you head to her friend’s house. It was down the block, so it was no problem. “I hope she’s ready.”

“I’m sure she is barely getting up.” You reply.

Eunha smacks your arm and whines, “Don’t say that. We still have to figure out where our class is.” 

“I’m sure we’ll find it with plenty of time.” You start to lead Eunha, swinging your arm. The walk to Eunbi’s house doesn’t take much longer, and she’s stepping outside as you reach her home. “You’re actually ready by the time we’re here, SinB.” You say loudly. Eunbi looks in your direction and flips you off. It makes you chuckle. You notice her outfit: a tight-fitting crop top, jacket, a short skirt with fishnets and over-the-knee boots. “Oh, that’s right, you guys have a show today.” You say to Eunha.

“Yep, I wish SinB wouldn’t wear her concert outfit all day, though. It’ll ruin the surprise.” Eunha replies as she waves her friend over.

“I’m sure it’ll attract a lot of people to your show.”

“Yeah, but still.” Eunha looks a bit uncertain of SinB’s choice but pushes it out of her mind for the moment. The three of you continue walking until you reach the bus stop, grabbing a ride to the university and heading to the mathematics building. 

“I can’t believe we chose math as our first class of the day.” You complain, already regretting your decision to let Eunha plan your schedule. 

“I feel the same way,” SinB says, her shoulders falling. 

Eunha frowns upon hearing you both complain, “You’re the ones who were too lazy to help me figure out a good schedule.” She says in a huff. You lean in to kiss her on the cheek, forcing her to smile. “Don’t think that’ll make up for your complaining. I want you to come to our show.”

“I was already planning on it.” You quip back at her. “Oh, yeah, you mentioned you had a new person joining to replace your old drummer.” 

“Yep! She’s going by the name Umji.” Eunha chirps as she looks at the room numbers. “She happened to go to one of our last shows, and when she found out our drummer was leaving, she said she could do it.”

“Perfect timing, really,” SinB adds. “We got some new blood and creativity, so things are looking up for us. I think this is it.” She says, pointing out the class you all have. You step inside and take seats in the back of the class. SinB immediately lays her head on the desk. “I don’t want to be here anymore.” 

“We just got here!” Eunha says, slapping her back. “Come on, SinB, it’s the first day. You can’t be tired already.”

“Too late. I’m tired.” The response makes you chuckle, causing Eunha to slap your shoulder.  

“We have a show later; you can’t be tired!” EUnha whines while shaking SinB. You go along with Eunha, getting on SinB’s other side and shaking her. She tries to ignore both of you, but it’s difficult when the two of you begin to complain. More students start to pile into the room. Eunha perks up when she sees a particular woman walk into the room. “Oh! Umji! Over here!” The young woman turns in the direction she hears her name and sees Eunha waving her hand. A small smile crosses her face, and she walks over quickly. “I didn’t know you were taking this class, too.” You put your head down on your desk; Sinb does the same as Umji and Eunha start discussing their schedules. The class begins soon after, and Eunha tries to get you and SinB to focus. You notice Umji watching you all with a slight smile. You can feel her gaze remain on you for some time during class, and turn to look at her. When you do, she immediately faces the front, avoiding your eyes. 

You and SinB are both glad when the class ends, while Eunha and Umji continue to chat with each other. As your eyes reach them, you smile, happy to see Eunha make another friend. Eunha spots you looking at her and turns to face you. “Everyone, you’ll be happy to know that this was our only class for the day, so how about we head to the practice room? I set it up beforehand, so the instruments should be ready.” Umji and SinB nod in agreement, leaving you as the odd one out. With her eyes glued to you, Eunha says, “You can get us some food while we head over. Here.” Eunha pulls a marker from her bag and starts writing the room on your arm.

“Hey! Why are you writing on my arm of all places?” You say, pulling your arm away from her. Eunha’s grip tightens as she focuses on writing, her brows furrowing and her hand scribbles directions. 

“There.” She says with all the satisfaction she can muster. “Now there’s no way of you getting lost. Besides, we both know you would lose it if I wrote it down on paper.” Eunha turns around and points in the air, “Let’s go!” She cheers as she starts walking. “Get us the usual stuff,” Eunha shouts before chatting with SinB and Umji. The girls attract a lot of attention as they walk, mostly SinB, due to her outfit. You just sigh and head to the market, grabbing snacks and drinks. It doesn’t take long for you to grab everything and head over to the building; you wonder why they couldn’t have come along if everything was already set up. Heading toward the room, you overhear some yelling. It grows louder as you come up to the floor of the music room. 

In front of the music room is SinB and some man. The two are arguing over something, and you step in as it becomes more than just an argument. As he reaches for her, you announce your presence. “What’s going on here?” You ask loudly. You see SinB take a small breath of relief before she comes to your side. The man huffs and says they were just having a conversation before walking off in the other direction. Once he’s out of sight, you ask SinB if she’s alright.

She gives you a slight nod, “I’m alright. Let’s just head inside.” Eunha and Umji are in a recording booth, chatting. Through the glass panel, they spot you and SinB and open the door to the booth. 

Eunha sees the change in SinB’s attitude, “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” They hadn’t heard a thing from inside the booth. SinB shakes her head, not wanting to bring anything unnecessary to the group. Eunha isn’t convinced and drops the subject. The three of them continue to practice and record inside the booth, sometimes taking breaks to snack. They prepare themselves for the show once they’re satisfied with their sound. Eunha looks through her bag, pulling out her clothes, and stripping down in front of everyone. Umji’s eyes go wide, and she tries to cover Eunha’s body with her own before asking if she isn’t worried about you seeing her naked. This forces Eunha to explain your relationship and calms Umji down. From the other side of the glass, you laugh at the situation. 

“Aren’t you going to change Umji?” Umji points out that she doesn’t feel comfortable changing with you in the room. Eunha gives you a look that you immediately understand. You get up and wait outside the practice room. It takes forever, but you’re eventually allowed back inside. You see the group now in their performance outfits and smile. “We should take a picture!” Eunha says, bouncing slightly as she grabs her phone and brings it to you. “Take some good ones!” She heads back to the others, and you start snapping photos of them, taking a few pictures of each pose they strike. You hand back the phone when you're done. The girls look and choose their favorites as you gather everything and prepare to head out to the hall where they’re performing. Once the girls realize they begin helping you. Along the way, you hear Eunha and SinB whispering to each other, occasionally hearing them mention you. You turn to them when you hear your name, and they change the subject quickly. You don’t think about it too much and continue with them. Once at the music hall, you help them set up and take your place on the side. 

The hall fills with a healthy-sized crowd for them, and you enjoy the show they put on. You can tell they’re happy to be on stage singing for the crowd. The show goes without a hitch, and once the people leave, you pack everything up along with the members. Eunha taps your shoulder and tells you she left something in their dressing room. She asks you to get it, and you do. You look around the room for a few minutes, unable to find it, when SinB walks in. “Hey, can you help me look for something?” She stands there for a moment before stepping up to you and pushing you back onto a couch. “SinB now is not the time. Help me-” SinB presses her lips against yours as she straddles you. Her head tilts to the side before she breaks the kiss. “What are you doing?” You say, trying to get her off you. “What would Eunha say?”

“Relax, she gave me permission. This…This is my way of thanking you for earlier.” She says before leaning in for another kiss. She pulls down her tube top before grabbing your hands and placing them on her modest tits. She moans slightly, her voice escaping into the room. Once she breaks the kiss again, she stares at you. 

“What the hell do you mean?”

“Just shut up.” She replies. “Do you think I want to fuck you? I’d rather do it with someone else.” She says as she pulls your pants down enough to get your cock out. It’s semi-hard but still a good size. SinB struggles to wrap her hands around it but strokes it. You groan, and your cock becomes rock-hard. SinB reaches down and tears her fishnet along her inner thigh before turning around to sit on you with your cock between her thighs. “You better enjoy this.” She starts moving, lifting, and lowering herself while your cock is trapped between her thighs. You feel just how soft her skin is as SinB puts in the effort to rub her thighs together, adding more pleasure for you. You groan, beginning to enjoy the sensation. Your hands reach around SinB, reaching her breasts and squeezing them gently. Her soft moans become music to your ears. “Shit, I’m getting wet.” She mutters quietly. SinB adjusts herself, and you can feel the soft fabric of her panties move along your cock as she thrusts. You can feel her getting wet as she moves along your shaft. Kissing her neck, you tell her how much you’re enjoying it. “Yeah, well, you better. It’s- It’s the only time I’m doing this for you.” She replies, her moans occasionally stopping her. SinB squeezes her legs together and grits her teeth before letting out a loud cry. Your cock becomes covered in her nectar as she cums over your cock. Once her orgasm is over, SinB automatically leys back against you, catching her breath slowly. 

“You dick, you didn’t cum yet.” She grumbles before sitting up. “You’re really making me give it to you, huh?” SinB swings her legs around you, stopping once she’s straddled you again. She moves her panties to the side while using her other hand to rub your cock against her lips. SinB coos. She pauses, taking a deep breath before lowering herself onto your cock. You feel her pussy stretching as it takes more of you in. Her warm walls rub the head of your cock as it pushes deeper inside her. SinB whines, not used to your size but also not taking a moment to stop. She was determined to have you fully inside before she gave herself a break. SinB leans on your body, breathing heavily as she adjusts to your size. You enjoy the moment, feeling her walls squeeze your cock with every breath she takes. “Fuck, why are you so big?” She says, looking you in the eyes. Slowly she rises, taking a second to collect herself before dropping onto your cock. “Shit!” SinB shouts as you hit deep inside. She starts to move up and down slowly. You pull her in for a kiss; she gratefully accepts. The kiss distracts her, letting her body naturally take over as she speeds up. Your hands move to her waist, helping her ride you. SinB begins to moan louder and louder as she rides you. You can feel her tightening slowly. 

SinB holds you tightly as she kisses you. She yelps as you begin thrusting, feeling you go deeper into her cunt. “Wait, hold on,” SinB whines; she has her head to your side right by your ear.

“I thought you said this was going to be the only time. At least let me enjoy myself.” You say as you give her a soft spanking.

“Ah, okay, okay.” She whines, giving herself to you. SinB was surprisingly submissive. You found it pretty funny, the big difference between how she was acting. SinB’s moans grew higher as she neared her climax. Her constant bouncing edged her closer and closer. Your throbbing cock didn't help matters either SinB was getting turned on, feeling it move inside her. “Kiss me,” She said in a practically begging voice.

You give her the kiss she desires and push SinB over the edge as you drag her body onto your cock and bury yourself inside. Her muffled moan is still loud as she cums on your cock. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and her body begins to go limp on top of yours. You quickly pull out of her before you cum and finish yourself off. Your cum spurts onto SinB’s stomach and skirt, painting her. 

Outside the room was Umji. SinB’s moans had gotten her attention, and she had peeked inside, shocked at what she saw. Umji couldn’t pull herself away; the sight and sounds turned her on. She found herself rubbing her slit through her clothes as she listened to you fucking SinB. Her mind began to put her in SinB’s place, imagining what it must’ve felt like before she snapped back to reality. Umji shook her head and decided to tell Eunha what she saw.

#kpop smut #male reader #m reader #gfriend smut #viviz smut #sinb smut

[azaleaniath]

aonung x reader

nsfw and spicyyy please!

he lowkey (highkey) has a degrading link which is why he’s always mean to you or an asshole in general, almost like he’s challenging you just to have you say something mean back to him.

reader finds this out on accident somehow and heavilyyy uses it to her advantage

i just feel like since he’s such an asshole, finding out he likes to be degraded would actually be the biggest turn on LOLLL

thank you!

Thanks for your request anon! I had a lot of free creative space with this one but I hope it's to your liking!

~ AO'NUNG X FEM! SULLY! READER ~

Little secret

includes: spicy content, insults, dirty talk, kinks, degradation, physical touch, sexual touch, aged up to 18 for legal reasons

NSFW, MINORS DNI, 18+

1.6k words

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As Tuk had told you that once again, Ao'nung had bullied her, you decided that it was enough. Someone had to teach him a lesson and you didn't want any of your siblings to get into trouble, so you took the matter into your own hands.

You went out to look for him, finding him and his two other friends a bit further away from the village where they could gossip in peace.

"Ao'nung you bitch!" you roared from afar, nostrils flared in anger.

His face switched from a bored look to full amusement as he turned to face you, watching you stomp over to him.

"That would be me" he grinned, as if he was excited to see you.

"You're a fucking pussy! Stop picking on my sister when she's all alone!"

The other two guys only chuckled as they saw how you came dangerously close to the chief's son.

The young man smiled to himself as he fed on your rage.

"Don't you freaks deserve that?" He purred and crossed his arms as if he was only waiting for you to say something back.

"Listen here you disgusting cunt, if I ever catch you doing that to my family again, I'm gonna destroy you. I will make you regret the day you were born. Did I make myself clear?"

At your words, his expression only grew. With one hand, he signalled to his friends to leave you two alone. Only hesitantly did they follow his request, but in the end they turned to leave.

Ao'nung came another step closer, eyeing you carefully.

"A worm like you doesn't even stand a chance against me."

"Watch your tongue, fucker."

Yet the man just grinned and bit his lower lip before he reached out to graze your neck with a few feathery touches.

"You know", he cupped your face with one hand, "you're cute when you get mad. I like that~"

Without any second thoughts you leapt at him, making him stumble backwards. Rage coursed through your veins at his words, causing your impulsive side to take over.

His back crashed into the ground unpleasantly while you yelled, throwing yourself at him angrily. "You're nothing but a coward and a disgusting bitch!"

You knelt over Aonung with narrowed eyes, hitting his face with full force. He tried to block your fists, but the expression on his face didn't change. His amused look didn't cease on bit.

"(Y/N)!" you suddenly heard your brother's, Kiri, Tuk and also Tsireya call out for you, which made you lose you focus for a moment and you looked up to see them all coming closer.  His friends also turned back, now that the fight had escalated.

Ao'nung quickly used the opportunity to hold you by your wrists so you couldn't hit him anymore.

You tried to get off of him, as his hands quickly switched to hold you in place. His nails dug into the flesh of your hips causing you to flinch before he gave you a serious look all of a sudden. It almost looked as if he was scared.

"(Y/N), I-I didn't mean it, please-"

"You scared of my brothers, stupid bitch? Your friends won't be able to save your wothless ass this time!"

"Really, that's not helping right now, we should talk this out."

Your siblings stormed over to help you while you still struggled to get off of Ao'nung, yet his grip around your hipbones got even tighter.

"Talk this out? I'm gonna smack your lights out!"

"Seriously, (Y/N)."

He bit his lower lip while you struggled to get off, until he swallowed his pride and pressed you down onto his lap.

Your breath hitched at the feeling, now that you understood why he couldn't let you get up. He was rock hard beneath you.

You looked up into his eyes with a triumphant smile as he got all silent and he tried to look away from you.

He swallowed heavily, still clawing into your skin.

"Not so tough now, are you?" you mumbled, watching his cheeks turn dark.

"You can't let them see, please..."

"You disgust me..."

He sighed softly, his manhood twitched at your words.

"Not helping..."

As your siblings and his friends came closer you thought about what to do. Let everyone see his bulge? Ridicule him? Play along?

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself, getting turned on like that, grinding your needy cock against me like a desperate whore." Your voice was herely a hiss.

"(Y/N), you're only making it worse..."

You could feel his erection press against your core through your loincloth.

"Get your hands off my sister!"

Lo'ak yelled as he and Neteyam got closer to pull you away from him. The fear and shame in Ao'nungs eyes was clearly visible.

You sat up straight, letting go of Ao'nung. His eyes widened as you rolled your hips against his erection, causing him to swallow a moan.

"All good, I don't need your help."

The genuine smile you gave your siblings was pretty suspicious to them. "I got this. He just wants to talk."

"And you have to sit on him for that?"

Neteyam asked, eyeing the situation carefully.

"Sure, to hide his boner~"

Ao'nungs grip got painfully tight as you exposed him. Yet the way you said it got everyone huffing, thinking it was a joke.

"We're good. You can leave."

"Are you sure?" Lo'ak asked, but you just nodded. Slowly but surely your audience withdrew from the scene, leaving the two of you alone again.

He was too proud to thank you verbally, but he did it with his eyes.

"Who could've guessed you're so fucking disgusting?" you asked him, teasingly grinding your hips again.

"The mighty future olo'ekytan, so weak..."

He panted ever so lightly, trying as hard as he could not to buck his hips against you, even if he would've loved to do so. He couldn't show his weakness now, there was no way, and yet his body betrayed him.

"How many times have you touched yourself already after an argument with me, huh?"

His grip around your hips softened a bit at your question. He refused to answer, being way too proud to do so.

"You want me to call my brothers back here? Maybe your friends too? I'm sure they would be amused about seeing you so hard and needy? Answer me, or I'll make everyone see what a disgrace you are."

He visibly panicked at the threat.

"They can't know!"

"Then answer me, bitch."

You watched him swallow hard before he hesitantly spoke again.

"Maybe once or twice..."

You rocked your hips against him, causing him to whimper in shame.

"NETE-"

"Alright, alright! ... A few times..."

It was fun to see him like this. So ashamed and almost obedient all of a sudden.

"If only your friends knew, or your parents... You like being a pain in the ass, huh? Get's you off real good, does it? To get degraded like a little slut..."

Hearing your words almost sent him into a trance of pleasure. Without even intending to, he subconsciously moved his hips against yours.

"Fuck, look at yourself. All hard for a few words, and now this... Are you that needy?"

Ao'nungs eyes fell shut, he hated to admit it but hearing your words while  having you sit on his erection felt like heaven. His whimpers got more frequent with each of your words.

He shivered at the streams of saliva which you spat across his face in disgust, it only worked like oil to his fire. Unable to hold himself back, he pressed your hips down at each desperate thrust.

You watched him lick your saliva of thr corners of his mouth.

"Don't tell me you're into that too, huh?"

Instead of answering, he just continued and his body shivered beneath yours.

Deciding that he had enough fun, you used his trance to get off of him, just as he was about to reach his high. Once he felt the friction being removed, he looked up only to see you slip away quickly.

"(Y/N), you can't just go now! H-hey!"

He got up onto his shaky legs, following you until he had caught up. Ao'nungs hand clenched around your wrist to stop you, and so you did.

"Promise to leave my siblings alone, or I'll spread your little dirty secret all around in the village." you cursed with narrowed eyes, to which he agreed panting.

"I'm not gonna pick on your siblings ever again, I promise, just...please... "

He bit his lower lip and pressed your hand against his crotch. Even if he hated to admit it, he needed you to finish him.

"Swear it, and you'll get your redemption." you mumbled, then grabbed onto his length through his loincloth.

Without hesitation, he answered, wishing for nothing more than you freeing him from his lust.

"I swear it, I'll never insult them again. I'll leave them alone, really!"

You nodded at his words, then rubbed your hand against the precum-stained bulge.

"What an obedient slut you can be..." you mumbled, rewarding his vow with the last few touches that he needed to cum into his loincloth.

Ao'nung panted heavyily, tried to suppress a last loud moan while holding onto you, still shivering from his high.

"You're a disgrace to your own clan."

With a disgusted groan you smeared the semen that had seeped into your hand across his face, to which he sank onto his knees. His legs couldn't carry him any further right now.

"Go wash yourself. Not gonna help with how ugly you are but at least you'll stop looking so damn used."

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[eldritch-spouse]

Sorry if this has been asked already but will Zizz aid reader in dreams? I imagine Zizz looking into my dreams and seeing me without my pants or shirt on in public because I forgot them and being like "Girl (Zizz) help 😭"

Also does he look into the meaning of dreams?

Depends.

Sometimes Zizz truly likes to see where your hilarious dreams can go. In a shopping center without pants? Ah yes, he's seen this one a thousand times... The chances are equal here. He could turn every item in the shop into a pair of pants, remove everyone else's pants, make a spotlight appear directly above your half-naked form, or simply make other articles of your clothing disappear one by one.

It's just harmless fun, you can't blame Zizz for having a sense of humor, can you? Perhaps you might even hear his disembodied laughter as your naked form tries to escape the store and scandalized onlookers point at you. Zizz sits where the cashier should be, taunting you that the exit is blocked until you buy something. Feel free to call him a dick and launch several items at him, though most of them dissolve into a strange paste before they ever manage to hit his form.

If something genuinely traumatic is happening in your dreams (or nightmares, in this case), then Zizz will be the first to stop them and entirely shift the scenery. Especially if they're based off something unpleasant that happened to you in real life.

The meaning of dreams is something he knows all about, given much of the King's work is done when he's unconscious, leaping into the minds of many slumbering others to implant ideas and shift mindsets, become more powerful. From your dreams, Zizz can of course gleam a lot about your fears or desires, your personality, the inner workings of your beautiful mind. More than understanding their meaning, he often seeks to decipher where your brain gets information to concoct certain sceneries. How much of it is memory and how much of it is pure creative filler? How much of it is actually meaningful and how much is sporadic input? How do certain triggers affect your state of lucidity in dreams?

#Zizz oc

[goggles-mcgee]

Wish Me Away: What Goes Around Comes Around

Notes: I'm so sorry for the wait but things piled up and it overwhelmed me. My mental health declined and physical health fluctuated, lot's of personal things happened and then I just got caught up in my commissions. I try my best to multi-task but it always gets hard for me. Sometimes I'll hit a streak and then I'll hit a block.

Overall, I'm just sorry and I thank all of those who are still sticking with this story and me as an author.

Warnings for this chapter are descriptions of injuries.

Beginning Last Chapter

Summary: The Agreste's face their Karma

Chapter:

Karma was a beautiful, beautiful thing if you asked Tikki. One of the only beautiful things born from her and Plagg’s combined powers. They were young when they created it, back when they hid from all, be it humanity or the wide variety of Gods and Goddesses. Kwami weren’t known to man, and to the Gods…well, some didn’t understand them, or they saw them as competition, but there were some Gods who sought them out to talk and bounce ideas off of. It was nice and it fueled her need to create. One conversation with some lovely Hindu Gods had her mind spinning to the point she demanded Plagg help her with her idea. He was reluctant, of course he was, combining their powers had proved to be a great yet terrifying thing. One that wasn’t exactly forbidden by Them before they had actually become Them , but it wasn’t highly encouraged either. 

Luck and Creation were Tikki’s domains, Bad Luck and Destruction were Plagg’s, so it was safe to assume they didn’t collaborate often. When they did though, they created such intriguing yet beautiful things that had the power to do as much good as they did harm. An example being the Lazarus Pit. It was just one pit that ended up somehow multiplying and they were spread around the globe. They were misleadingly called the Fountain of Youth, not many knew there was more than one so whichever one they discovered or heard of that was nearby or far away was deemed the fabled fountain. Human tales were such interesting things, Tikki loved hearing and reading them, even in her smaller form. They were shining examples of Creation and what could be done with the gift of Creativity. It was wonderful! Tikki loved seeing Creation in motion but it was something else to see Plagg and Destruction in work.

It was art.  

Maybe it was horrible of her to say but without him there would be no her. Creation needed Destruction and vice versa. They were an endless cycle and there was something just absolutely breathtaking about that. It was no wonder that Tikki wanted to try and merge their powers and see what could be born from it. They saw what happened when they combined their Creation and Destruction powers, but Tikki had been curious about their Luck based powers and Plagg had been a lot easier to convince once she explained that. It had been laughably easy, the power glowed above them for a couple of seconds and it was beautiful, it was more so when it separated into what Tikki could only describe as magic dust and flew in every direction. The dust coated everything and then it was gone. Naked to the eye but Tikki could feel it all around. 

At first, they had no idea what this new thing did but it became apparent the more they observed humanity.  A human would be kind or helpful in some way and Tikki would get this feeling of tickling warmth around her, this person would get a bit of good luck, nobody else could see it but Tikki, Plagg and the other Kwami (and Tikki would wager also the Gods) would see this human surrounded by some sort of glow. It was beautiful, it never stayed one color, it fluctuated and changed but always remained this soft, gentle glow. Eventually it would fade, but Tikki noticed some humans seemed to be constantly surrounded by the glow and it wasn’t a surprise to note they were some of the kindest, most generous and passionate humans she had observed. They were wonderful and Tikki felt they deserved the boost of luck, the Kwami as a whole were in awe. Then they saw the other side of things. 

Tikki knew humans weren’t perfect, that was part of their allure and all, but sometimes some of their actions truly disgusted her. They lied, which isn’t all bad, but some just lied and lied as easily as breathing and did so with no remorse even if a lie caused a problem. Sometimes they even looked proud if it caused some form of problem to happen. There were those who stole just to steal and just because they could, and there were those who killed with no guilt. Tikki and Plagg started to notice that these people started to be surrounded by a dark cloud of energy. The cloud was sometimes small, sometimes big but it always ended in some odd rain of black energy that coated the person till they resembled some sort of shadow being. How covered and how dark they became seemed to be tied to their actions and some time after that person would experience bad luck. 

Sometimes it was something as simple as something breaking right as they were used, be it old or new, and sometimes…sometimes it was a broken bone, getting an illness or even death. But the deaths were never swift, never painless, they were drawn out and full of such misery it was nearly tangible. Tikki couldn’t help but feel proud of what they created, it had some…drawbacks but overall, it was a beautiful, curious thing. Plagg had been so interested in her side of things, he chose to ignore what his had done but that was okay because Tikki found it just as, if not more fascinating than the good luck boost. It was like the world itself demanded justice and it got it when no one or nothing else did. Plagg at first had loved his powers but when he saw the hurt and hate, he stopped loving it, to an extent Tikki understood but at the same time she wanted to knock him upside the head. Without him, there would be no need for her. 

It took him a couple decades but he got there, and their strange new power grew the more time passed. It got mixed reviews from their peers and the wide array of gods but some Hindu Gods loved it. They even helped them name it as they had a similar idea but Tikki and Plagg seemed to have brought power to it. It was a great collaboration and thus Karma was born. Tikki and Plagg found it utterly fascinating and found themselves watching the humans for long periods of time. That was until They came back in their weakened state and all the Kwami came together to try and help them, it ended up being all for naught but They were not short of their wisdom and critics even in their final days. They saw Karma and though they found it just as fascinating they also scolded Tikki and Plagg for mixing their powers together without notifying them. It was a messy argument but one that ended with Tikki and Plagg getting to let Karma keep on. 

Once they were sealed in the Miraculi though, the effects of Karma weakened. It never disappeared but it did fade into a lesser version of itself. There were rare times where Tikki and Plagg were able to see Karma back in its true form and it was almost always after a Wish or after a catastrophic event in their universe. Karma followed and it healed the balance of the world. Many believed it was the Wish that did this, that took and gave in equal parts but that wasn’t true. The Wish brought about whatever change the Hopeful who had managed to obtain both the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculi together had requested, and yes They took something of equal value to the Hopeful in exchange, but it wasn’t balanced. Karma helped balance out all the negatives that came after such events, but when it was caused by a Wish it tended to be more … unpredictable. It was more powerful, more spread out, more vicious and bountiful. 

It would reach everywhere a Kwami, and later, a Miraculous had touched. For those who had any saved up Good Karma, Good Fortune would follow them for a while. How long was never determined as sometimes it went on longer than expected or someone had used up all their collected Good Karma on one big thing. Again, it was unpredictable. The same was true for those who had built up Bad Karma, they could have a lot of low level Bad Fortune or even a lot of high level Bad Fortune. And like Good Fortune, someone could use up all their built up Bad Fortune on something big. When that happened, it was a terrifying sight. The punishments that Karma dictated for those with Bad Fortune could be deadly and some were. Tikki remembered them well. So she knew that no matter what, after Gabriel had made his Wish that Karma would be back in its full power and it was something that would have excited her if she had not been actively losing her latest Bug. She had been so close to losing Marinette and her heart raced whenever she thought about it at Wayne Manor. She wanted her revenge. 

That’s why she had asked Them if she could enact Karma, not natural Karma, that would happen regardless. No, Tikki had asked permission for Kwami Karma, a very special type of Karma that allowed Tikki and Plagg and whichever Kwami’s felt wronged or blessed by a former Holder, some of their former power from before they were Sealed and let them bestow Gifts/Blessings. Though some of the Gifts could very well be called curses, that was part of the Kwami Karma and how a Kwami felt towards the person receiving the Karma. It had been something that Tikki and Plagg last collaborated on as a branch of Karma, many people who had worshiped them had called it Divine Honor or Divine Punishment, whichever applied. It was Hippolyta that bestowed the updated name upon them, really she had been joking, “ Ah, so it is to be a Karma of the Kwami? ” The name stuck though as it had made Tikki laugh. 

Though the name brought a smile to her face once more, it wasn’t a fond smile nor one born of laughter, no this smile was one that promised vengeance. The wind rushed around her and the others as they flew across the Paris sky.  Bruce hadn’t been happy about what they were going to do and yet he had still offered to take them to Paris, Tim had even thought about letting them use something called a Zeta-Tube, they were both very nice offers but this was something that had to be done only by the Kwami. Thankfully they had been given some of their former power that morning, it had been hard to hide it from the new family but Tikki thought they had managed well. Kaalki had opened a portal for them after they had all said goodbye to little Marietta, some goodbyes took longer than normal despite everyone knowing they would be home before the day was up but Tikki couldn’t be mad about it. Marietta deserved every bit of love she got. 

“So, are we doing the announcement first or the Gifts first, Lovebug?” Plagg asked, his voice fluctuating between the high-pitched one Tikki had gotten used to hearing and his old one, his original voice, the one she missed more than she could say. 

“The announcement will be first, but before that, we need to give out some Gifts .” Her voice fluctuated too now that they were close to accomplishing their Karma. 

“Are we starting with…with them, then?” Nooroo asked, his voice soft no matter if it was fluctuating. He had yet to raise his voice above anything other than a soft tone and it hurt Tikki’s heart to see her fellow Kwami like that. It made her furious. 

“Yes, Nooroo. We are starting with the worst of them. Gabriel Agreste and-” Tikki started.

“And Adrien Agreste.” Plagg finished in a hard voice. She gave a short nod as she didn’t know what to say to help Plagg. He was betrayed once more and so was one of her Bugs and it never got easier to deal with. 

It wasn’t long before they got to the Agreste Mansion and Tikki felt all her anger and fury rise once more. She looked at the others, then toward Nooroo who flew to her side to join her and Plagg. The others gave them nods before they found spots to hide on the property until Tikki called them. Tikki looked at Nooroo who was staring blankly at the large window in the back of the mansion where the lair had been, he was shaking slightly. “Come. They will get what they deserve My Friend, and you will get closure.” 

“I would like to come as well, if you don’t mind. I know my Holder is no more, but…” Tikki turned back to see Duusuu floating a little behind them all. Her voice was hopeful yet weak. She was still recovering from the damage that had befallen her Miraculous and now that They had fixed it, her recovery was a sure thing, but it was a slow process. Tikki hadn’t even wanted Duusuu to fly out with them all, but she was a stubborn Kwami. Tikki couldn’t deny her, her own closure in that mansion. 

“Of course Duusedda,” It had been many many years since the Kwami as a whole have used their full names, but this was an important moment and Tikki felt like the Kwami before her deserved to hear her own name in full before they all confronted the Agrestes. The smile she got in response made her resolve all the more stronger. So the four Kwami phased into the mansion and followed the voices. Plagg took the lead on the flight as he was the more familiar with the house, Nooroo was confined to two rooms so wasn’t all that familiar with the home if you could even call it that. 

Tikki could hear the voices more clearly and did not hesitate to go towards the doors and use a power boost to blow them open. She had not been expecting the sight of Emilie Agreste to strike her like it did but she did not let it hinder her mission. Though, a big part of her wished that the woman was included in her Karma. She may not have been revived with her consent but she almost took her Baby Bug from her and that was not something Tikki tolerated. For the sake of balance and for Them , she would not do anything to the woman, plus nothing Miraculous would affect the woman since she was a product of a Wish, it was something Tikki brooded about a lot before this day. She may not be able to touch the woman, but she could touch Gabriel and Adrien who were present and immediately tried to fight off whatever kept them stuck to their chairs. Tikki, Duusuu, Plagg and Nooroo all made their way to the center of the table, which was a longer flight than Tikki expected. What was the point of such a long table? No reasons seemed to be good enough reasons to Tikki and by the look on Plagg’s face, she knew she wasn’t alone in the thought. 

“Hello Gabriel.” Nooroo said, his voice surprisingly and not so surprisingly was cold as steel. Gabriel looked like he was yelling silently at them all but Tikki felt no need to subject them all to his pathetic voice and demands. Unlike Nino’s family who were frozen and aware, the Agreste’s could move their upper body and somewhat legs, they were just stuck to the chairs they sat in and the chairs were firmly stuck to the floor. Tikki did steal their ability to talk or more so muted them as she did not need them to try and justify their actions, she did not want to hear their anger, hers was louder and they would be her first audience. 

“Kid.” Plagg said with a smile that was all teeth. His pupils slit so thin they almost looked like they disappeared in the sea of green that was his sclera. 

“Emilie, it is nice to see you awake.” Duusuu said softly, Tikki didn’t agree with her statement but well, the Peacock Kwami always was one of the nicer beings. They were nice but they did hold grudges for a long amount of time if someone wronged them. They got attached fast though, though to say that would make Tikki a hypocrite. 

“I won’t drag this out. The less time I have to be in the presence of you three would be a blessing.” Tikki growled out. She swiftly looked at Nooroo and Plagg and the three of them shared a grim nod. “Gabriel Agreste, former holder of the Butterfly Miraculous, you have been deemed an enemy of the Miraculi. As such you are forbidden from wielding any Miraculous as long as you shall live.”

The shock in Gabriel’s eyes was delicious as was the panic in Adrien’s. Emilie looked horrified but not shocked and that also gave Tikki some pleasure but not as much as she thought it would. “You, Gabriel Agreste are the catalyst to this Karma, in a way, I suppose I could thank you but that would be giving you too much credit. Besides, you do not deserve my thanks or anyone else’s. You invoked my wrath. You killed my Chosen! You destroyed her! Erased her. I take great pleasure in bestowing unto you, your Karma. I, Tikki, Kwami of Creation curse you with memory.”

Gabriel, who had been doing his best to escape the chair, paused at her words. Was the man really that surprised? Did he truly not think there would be consequences to his actions? The thought made Tikki sneer. 

“You will remember the prices others paid for your selfishness. You will remember Nathalie,” Emilie looked genuinely shocked at the name of her friend and equally heartbroken. “Your devoted right hand who did and would do everything for you. You will dream of the woman you erased from the world. You will see every time she sacrificed her happiness for you and your whims. You will feel the love she had for you and the pain she felt every time her love was rejected, you will feel the pain she was in once she started using the Peacock Miraculous. This pain will last for all the years Nathalie Adeline Sancoeur was alive.” 

Emilie was sobbing but her tears were silent due to the magic that was placed on all three Agrestes. She was yelling, presumably at Gabriel who was not paying her any attention. His face was pale, his mouth agape. “You will also remember Marinette Meiying Dupain-Cheng, also known as Li-Mei by her family in China. You will be plagued by visions of possible futures had you not taken her from this world. You will see how Paris would have mourned her as the hero Ladybug, as the classmate many admired and also her as the kind baker’s daughter. You will never know rest. My final ‘ gift ’ upon you Gabriel Agreste, is the gift of a long, healthy life. And for my parting curse, as I am Creation and Creation is me, I curse you with the loss of skill. You will retain your creative spirit but you will never be able to bring to life one of your ideas ever again.”

Next up was Nooroo, he looked nervous but determined. “I, Nooroo, Kwami of Transmission bestow upon you the curse of never wielding my Miraculous as long as you live. You corrupted a Miraculous, you imprisoned me and you did it all with no hesitation, no remorse and I will repay that to you. With no hesitation in my heart and no remorse to be felt I bestow the marks of a traitor to me and an enemy of the Miraculi unto you Gabriel Agreste.”

As soon as the last word fell from Nooroo’s lips, Gabriel spasmed and clutched at his chest and back. His silent screams meant nothing to the Kwami but it seemed like they affected both Emilie and Adrien who tried to reach out to Gabriel. Their mouths were asking questions no one could or would answer. Nooroo felt no relief or vindication at what he had done and would do but he also felt no guilt. “I also give you the…’gift’ of memory and pain. You will remember each ‘akuma’ you created and all the pain they caused to the people of Paris. You will feel each death as if it were your own, you will feel the break of each bone and you will feel the sting of each scratch. That is my parting gift to you, I have nothing else to say.”

Plagg put a hand on Nooroo’s shoulder and gave him a rueful grin before he took his place in front of Gabriel. “I, Plagg, Kwami of Destruction curse you Gabriel Agreste, with a curse of destruction. As I am Destruction and Destruction is me, I bestow upon you this curse of destruction, you will destroy every relationship you have, had and are going to have. No one will ever trust you, no one will ever like you and no one will ever love you again. You tore relationships and strained them during your tantrum as Hawkmoth, you will experience that first hand now.” 

With Plagg’s final words Tikki knew their curses and gifts were placed and finalized. She watched impassively as Gabriel tore his shirt off and finally saw what his marks were. Emilie had a hand over her mouth as she stared in horror at the red, irritated and raised skin on his chest that took the shape of the Butterfly Brooch, he would carry the reminder of his failures by the burn on his chest. It would never fade, it could never be removed or covered by tattoos. It was his brand as an enemy, it would be the first of many marks given today but his and Adrien’s would be the only ones whose marks caused them pain. Everyone else would possibly feel a slightly uncomfortable itch at first or nothing when given their marks. But these two? These two deserved the pain Tikki felt, they had caused her and many others pain by almost taking away her Baby Bug, so they would feel pain in return. Let the world know that they, the Kwami, were not as benevolent as rumored or to be believed, they were higher beings of morally gray standings and it was time they showed it. 

Gabriel turned around to show Nooroo’s parting mark, the mark that he betrayed the Kwami. Two large yet not so deep gashes ran across his back, deep enough to scar, which was Nooroo’s goal. The gashes were parallel and symmetrical, if Gabriel had had wings, Tikki was sure that’s where they would have been placed on his back. Gabriel had lost his wings and now it was time to show the whole of Paris that. “We have punished you, Gabriel Agreste, as we see fit, but the people of Paris haven’t punished you yet. So, as a peace offering you will be locked in one of their jails, La Santé. Should anyone…desire to help you, they will be sorely disappointed to find you can never leave. I am not cruel, you will be provided meals even if those at the prison decide not to give you some. You will be provided a TV so you can watch everything happen around you. So mote it be.” 

Just like that, Gabriel was gone from his seat, Emilie was crying while Adrien also looked close to tears but was yelling at them. His hair was a mess, his face red and spittle flying from his mouth. He looked as unhinged as Tikki imagined, she knew the boy was hiding a darker side like all did, she just never thought it reached this far. All Black Cat’s had darker sides but they all knew how to control it or embrace it, Adrien was not one of those that could do so. It was a mark, one of many of a False Cat. Thankfully, they would leave this place soon. “Adrien Agreste, former holder of the Cat Miraculous, you have been deemed an enemy of the Miraculi. As such you are forbidden from wielding any Miraculous as long as you shall live.”

Adrien stopped his silent screaming and looked at her like she had grown another head, honestly, she wasn’t even one of the Kwami that did possess two heads in the original form, so she felt like it was rude. “You can glare at me all you want, little boy, but it will do nothing to help you. You are the one who betrayed the Miraculi, not the other way around. As such, I, Tikki, Kwami of Creation bestow upon you the curse of memory. You will remember Marinette, you will remember every instance she put her happiness aside for your own. You will see all the times your ‘flirting’ made her uncomfortable as Ladybug and Marinette. You will see every time you let her down. You will remember Nathalie and every time she made excuses for you and all the times she got in trouble because of you. They also give you a curse, you can never tell anyone about the Miraculi, about us Kwami, but if asked you will only admit to being the traitor Chat Noir. Finally, I bestow upon you a gift. You never wanted Marinette so I shall make everything she ever gave you, turn to ash. It’s only fair after all. My gift will make it so you won’t be so cruelly reminded of Marinette, well, visually at least.”

After saying her peace, Tikki flew to the flowers in the middle of the table and sat upon a leaf, though she would hear everything, she wanted to give Plagg his space to say his own peace. She knew it was going to be hard on him but he always did prefer to show his emotions in private so he wouldn’t break in front of his peers. He rarely let Tikki in so she felt bad that they were present for this moment, but it was needed. She watched as Plagg flew towards Adrien and landed in front of the boy far enough to not be grabbed. His antennae were flat against his head and back, it hurt Tikki’s heart to see. “Kid… Adrien, I’ve thought long and hard about this. You may not have been my True Chosen, but you had potential and I…I cared for you, I thought you would have grown into a great Cat. You had spirit, but somewhere along the way you lost sight of what was important. My Cats tend to be on the reckless side but they have heart and are more than willing to lend a paw when they are needed. You are not Cat of mine.”

“With all that said, I, Plagg, Kwami of Destruction bestow upon you the curse of Bad Luck. You will forever be plagued with bad luck, some days can be better than others but that will all depend on you. If you genuinely do something to help someone or comfort someone with no ill intent or selfish gain, your bad luck will be minimal. Do something out of selfishness or deceitfulness and your bad luck will become worse. I will also give you a gift, you care so much about what others think of you I give you the gift of Thoughts. You will hear every single negative thought anyone has had about you. You as Adrien and you as Chat Noir. You, like your father, will bear the marks of enemy and traitor.” Plagg said in a monotone voice. At the end of his speech Adrien spasmed much like Gabriel had but this time he clutched at his right hand before his head was forcefully turned to the side by an invisible force.

Emilie tried to go to her baby boy and Tikki, feeling merciful, allowed it. Emilie shot out of her chair and to Adrien at incredible speed she cradled him to her as best she could while she sobbed. She ran a hand through his hair and pressed a hand to the supposed scratch marks on Adrien’s face and even though he couldn’t hear her, she was trying to calm him as best she could. Her words may not have been heard but her actions were. Well, to Tikki at least. As much as she despised the woman in front of her, she knew it truly wasn’t her fault and let herself feel bad for her. She awoke to pain and even if Tikki believed she had a part in Marinette being erased she also acknowledged it was Gabriel who started everything in a way. Tikki sighed before looking at Duusuu. “Duusuu.”

The Peacock Kwami looked at her and with just a look they knew what she was going to say, so the Kwami gave her a soft smile. “Emilie, I know you never wanted this. But you did ignore my warnings so long ago and though I can’t give a gift of any great weight and can still give you a small one. So I, Duusuu, Kwami of Emotion, bestow the gift of Innocence. No matter what comes to light you will never hold any blame or suspicion. Given what has happened and what will happen, you need not be punished more than you already have.”

“I will not fight Duusuu’s decision.” Tikki said after a while of silence. “We leave you here as I have a broadcast to make but one final word, Adrien, there is… hope for you. You can be rid of your curses if you realize and admit your guilt in all that has happened. That and accept it wholeheartedly, only then will you be free, but you will never rid yourself of your marks. This will be the last time you see us in person.”

No other words were said before the four Kwami left the house. There was no time for delays, Tikki and the others had Karma to deliver and there would be plenty to go around.

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Hi! I just found your page, love your work! I do a bit of lino printing and really enjoy it. I want to start printing on fabric but not sure how to transition.. What inks do I need, do I need to start using wood blocks, and how do I go about that, etc?

Any info or tips would be so appreciated :)

Hey, thanks!

Absolutely I can offer some tips for fabric printing! I also answered an ask about fabric printing a while back and there might be some info in there that you’ll find useful - https://www.tumblr.com/saltedsnailstudio/729384076745850882/how-do-you-print-your-linocuts-so-beautifully-on

So first off I would say don’t bother switching to wood for fabric printing. Linoleum does great! And, honestly, so does rubber. I don’t personally work with rubber/ez-cut style blocks often because I prefer unmounted battle ship grey lino, but it has been my experience that soft rubber blocks are easier to print onto fabric if you’re printing by hand. I recommend sticking with whatever blocks you like & are comfortable working with!

Since you asked about ink specifically: There’s a lot of different inks on the market you can use to make relief prints on fabric that’ll stand up to washing. Speedball has an ink made for fabric printing that some of my print friends swear by, but I personally despise it because I hate the texture of it and find it difficult to work with because it doesn’t have a very long open time. I use cranfield caligo safe wash relief inks for all my printing, both paper and fabric. I love the way it rolls out and it’s works really well for me because it’s oil based but it's water soluble before it dries, so it doesn't require wild solvents or anything to clean up like some other oil based inks do - just vegetable oil and a rag will do to get it off stuff. (careful using vegetable oil on the speedball beige/tan brayers, though, because it'll start to break down their material and make them go tacky if you dont adquately wash them and apply some cornstarch after!!) After the cranfield ink dries, it's no longer water soluble so it'll stay on fabric after washing. Keep in mind though that oil inks take ages to dry - I just hang my fabric prints up and leave them alone for a good two weeks, which might be overkill. When they're dry, I hit them with a hot clothes iron to help heat set them a bit before I wash them in cold water. I don't know if this actually does anything or is the placebo effect, but it really feels like I get less fading with fabric prints that I've heat set. You don't have to use the same ink I do, though I love it so much that I'll prostheletize it for ages, but make sure you do use an ink that's suitable for fabric printing because theres no heartbreak worse than putting all that work in only to watch it wash away.

In my experience, you'll need more ink on your block for printing on fabric than you would if you were printing on thin printmaking papers. You still don't want to just gob it on the block in one go - apply many thin layers to build up the ink on the block rather than trying to go in with a single thick layer.

Now that ink's handled, let's talk about the most important element of fabric printing: the fabric. A lot of folks have ratios of how much natural fibers vs synthetic whatever should be in the fabric you're choosing for relief printing. I'm sure those methods work for choosing good printing fabric, but I'm at a point of having failed enough times to know by look & touch if a fabric will probably work well or not. I really suggest just trying shit out, seeing if it works. I'm lucky enough to have a creative reuse center near me, but if you don't then I suggest snagging garments with fabric you like from thrift stores and cutting them apart if you're trying to make patches. You're looking for something with a nice smooth surface and a closed weave, no gaps showing through the threads. I really like tightly woven linen-y blends, personally. I've also played around on wool felt and have found it to print beautifully. When I first started printing on fabric, I went to the fabric store and got a half yard of duck canvas because that felt sturdy and very "punk" for patches. It was a miserable failure - the weave was too chunky to get really clean prints. Play around, don't spend too much money on fabric, and know that screwing up is a part of the process.

When it comes to actual printing method, I'm limited in my scope of advice for hand printing on fabric because I'm very spoiled and have a lever press from woodzilla that makes the process a lot easier for me. I'm not sure how you burnish your paper prints, but the spoon technique won't work with fabric since it'll move too much. I like to print my paper prints with the paper on top of the block and I reverse that for my fabric prints - the block lies face down on top of the fabric. I've seen folks get great results from laying down their fabric, laying their inked block on top, and then stepping on them to get more pressure than they could get from just pressing with their hands. You need a lot of pressure to get clean fabric prints and that pressure needs to go straight down - you need to be extra careful not to let the block slip, lest it smudge the image. You could try laying a wooden board down on the block before stepping on that if the print is large enough to require it. I've also seen some really ingenious ways of creating book binding/flower pressing style wooden vices on a budget to get the even pressure needed for a print, but this feels rather labor intensive and time consuming to me. Whatever the method, be patient and apply firm downward pressure.

Screw up, rejoice, have fun. If you end up needing any help trouble shooting specific problems as you experiment on fabric, feel free to send me another ask/pics and I'll try to help sus it out!!

#ask #asks #printmaking #linoleum printmaking #linocut #fabric printing

[deaf-solitude]

Bloodsucker Pt. 2 (Vampire!Frenchie x GN!Reader)

Takes place post-season 1, pre-season 2 once again!

Pairing: Vampire!Frenchie x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Blood, death, detailed violence, vampire feeding, fluff???, they’re goofy your honour

((Oh my god I’m SO sorry for how long I’ve been gone, writer's block hit me like a mf but I’M FINALLY BACK!! Back with pt 2 of the vampire!Frenchie fic B). I took some liberties on the mechanics/weaknesses of vampires in this part (i.e. they can go out in the sun (but are prone to sunburns), how they act when they haven’t been able to feed in a while, etc), which I hope doesn’t screw up anything too much. If anyone would like an explanation of how vampires work in this AU, lmk and I’ll make a more detailed post about it. Also this came out a lot more platonic than i intended I’m so sorry lol. ALSO ALSO i probably wont write a part 3 unless it’s explicitly asked for, and if you guys do want a pt 3, let me know what you’d like to see in it and maybe i'll get around to it :D anyway, enjoy!))

To say you were now incredibly worried was an understatement.

Over the few days since the whole vampire accusation, things had only looked worse and worse for Frenchie. The opportunities to feed on bodies after raids were practically nonexistent because of the newly implemented rules and the crew had gotten annoyingly creative in their attempts to “ward off” the suspected vampire among them. You were afraid you were never going to be able to get the smell of garlic out of your nose after this all blew over since they had been hanging up bulbs and cloves everywhere you could imagine; you had even found a bulb stashed away in the storage closet you usually napped in, which you were quick to throw out of the nearest porthole.

Despite the crew’s valiant efforts, Frenchie had informed you that garlic didn’t actually repel vampires, but it did cause what you chalked up to be a minor allergic reaction in them. This was good news since Jim had forced every person on the ship to eat a raw clove shortly after the initial incident. You were never fond of garlic, so the experience was less than pleasant, but having to deal with a bleary-eyed and runny-nosed Frenchie afterward might���ve been worse.

But what really had you worried was the raids. Blackbeard’s strict schedule of at least one raid per day didn’t let up in the slightest with the discovery of a vampire on board, and as time went on, you noticed Frenchie acting… weirder than normal.

The exhaustion came first, which was one of the symptoms you expected from him not being able to feed. It started with him getting more tired than usual as the day went on, and then taking longer to wake up in the mornings. Next thing you knew, he started joining you on your cat naps in the closet, where you’d have to practically drag him out while he was still half asleep to avoid getting caught. Now, even in the middle of the day, he fought to keep his eyes open, and you had often caught him falling asleep standing up while leaning against a post.

Then there was the weakness. You had never been a particularly strong person before being forced into Blackbeard’s crew, but you knew Frenchie was at least a bit stronger than you due to his height. He had always been able to handle larger crates of treasure easily with the help of Jim, but now he could hardly keep himself on two feet, let alone transport cargo. There were several times when you’d send Frenchie down with a crate, you’d hear a loud clunk shortly after, and when you rushed down to check on him, the crate would be tipped over on the floor with Frenchie standing out of breath next to it and complaining that his arms hurt. It was even easier to tackle and drag him around now since he had little strength to pull away.

This didn’t prove useful in raids, both for his well-being and your mental health.

You had practically adopted the role of his bodyguard, having to save his ass from combatants on multiple occasions. In one particular instance, the raid had started fine. Sure, Frenchie was a bit drowsy, but it was nothing too concerning to you at the time. A few minutes later you were desperately trying to yank an enraged man off of Frenchie, who was pinned underneath him and screaming for you to do something. Jim eventually stomped over and repeatedly stabbed the attacker in the back, causing him to crumple over right on top of Frenchie. After Jim quickly returned to their combat, you then spent another minute trying to haul the now dead man off of Frenchie, who could barely lift the body an inch off of his chest.

Today, you decided to keep a keener eye on your companion as you boarded a new ship. While Blackbeard did his usual drawn-out and dramatic entrance, you were already watching Frenchie out of the corner of your eye, who was standing beside you. Well, standing the best he could. He was swaying slightly in place, his eyes repeatedly fluttering shut and jolting open again once he realized they had closed. You bit your cheek and turned your attention back to Blackbeard. He was fucked.

It wasn’t long before Blackbeard finished his spiel and the crew leapt into action, eager to slaughter any adversary they could get their hands on. You took a breath to try and calm your nerves before lightly slapping Frenchie on the back in an attempt to wake him up a bit more, rushing forward to join your crewmates soon after. He jumped at the contact and swivelled his head to see who had hit him, when he very suddenly realized that they were, in fact, in the middle of raiding a ship. He cursed under his breath before sluggishly following after you, clumsily setting up his “claws” in his hands.

As blood started to spill, you saw Frenchie perk up, whirling around to stare at a man who had just recently been felled by Fang. What he failed to notice was another man coming up behind him, sword drawn and ready to strike. You were quick to cross the deck towards the two, slicing a gash into the man’s chest without hesitation before turning to Frenchie. He was about to lunge for the body when you caught the scruff of his jacket, yanking him back. “Are you fuckin’ mental?” You hissed, struggling to keep Frenchie in place.

“Wh-huh? No, no, I’m good,” he slurred, his eyes locked onto the body as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. You groaned, slapping his face lightly. That caught his attention and his head snapped back to look at you with a glare. You paid the nasty look no mind, pulling Frenchie slightly closer to you as your face darkened with annoyance.

“Behave,” you growled before letting go of his jacket to twirl around and deflect an oncoming sword with your own. Frenchie rolled his eyes, mumbling something about how he wasn’t a dog and that he could control himself, gracelessly lunging at another poor sailor soon after.

You had just knocked the sword out of your opponent's hand when you heard the tear of flesh and the choked scream that could only be accredited to Frenchie’s handy work. When you turned around to check on him, he was salivating above the bleeding man with wide, unfocused eyes. He almost got a bite in had you not immediately abandoned your own scuffle to drag him away from the dying man once again.

The raid turned into one big game of keep away between you and Frenchie, much to your dismay. You’d turn your back on him for a second to focus on not being killed, and when you looked back at him a moment later, he’d be hovering over another dead or dying body that you inevitably had to yank him back from, and the process would repeat. You were starting to worry that it looked far too suspicious to be normal, but not much was normal about the crew anyway with the way they ripped apart seamen and pirates alike.

Speaking of, the crew had torn this ship’s crew to shreds in record time, and soon everyone was standing in piles of blood, guts, and gore of their own making. Not a single soul was left alive aboard that ship.

You stopped your fretting over Frenchie for a second as you took in the sight of both the countless bodies that littered the bloodied deck, and the numb faces of your crewmates. Your heart sunk in your chest for a brief moment; the crew couldn’t keep doing this for much longer. The heavy footsteps of Blackbeard spurred you from your grief, instinctively yanking Frenchie back to your side after he had tried (and failed) to sneak over to another body.

Blackbeard’s cold gaze studied the crew, tilting his head slightly before speaking: “Alright, collect the plunder and let’s move on, lads.” His nonchalant voice cut through the melancholy mood of the crew like a hot knife, everyone flinching slightly before being quickly propelled into action. You huffed as you watched Blackbeard retreat to the confines of the Revenge, slowly turning to look at Frenchie with an agitated glare. He faltered under your gaze, taking on the expression and posture of a kicked puppy.

“You owe me big time,” you grumbled, poking an accusing finger into Frenchie’s chest. Before he could get a single apology or excuse in, you practically dragged Frenchie–who had started frequently stumbling as he walked–off of the raided ship and onto the Revenge. Despite your annoyance, you were quick to offer your support to him, letting him lean on you as the two of you trudged off that damned ship. He had protested, saying that you two had to haul treasure, but you knew he’d drop it anyway and kept walking.

It was hard to stay mad at Frenchie, it really was. The longer you walked in silence, the more guilty you felt about the whole situation.

You brought him down to his room and sat him on the bed, eying him warily as he flopped over onto the mattress and groggily blinked up at the ceiling. “So what exactly happens if you don’t drink blood for a long time?” You started, nervously wringing your hands out as you sat on the other end of the bed.

“Umm, I d-don’t know for sure,” he muttered, his head lolling from side to side as he struggled to keep himself awake, “I th-think I dry up and die or something.” You weren’t sure about the dying part, but you had noticed his cheeks becoming increasingly hollow over the past couple of days.

Again, you couldn’t help but feel like this was your fault. If you had just ignored that stupid gap in the wall, the crew never would have found out. You sighed, bouncing your knee nervously as you thought of what to do.

…Well, you did have an idea in mind, but you weren’t sure about going through with it.

Your mouth started moving on its own before you could really think the idea through: “What if I…” you paused, biting your lip with uncertainty. When Frenchie looked up at you with big eyes and that stupid pout, you knew you’d lost.

“What if I let you… feed on me?” You mumbled, your words hardly above a whisper, but Frenchie heard them loud and clear. He nearly jumped you, actually, taking hold of your shoulders and leaning forward with dizzying speed.

“Really? Like right now?” He exclaimed suddenly, sounding more energetic than he had in days. You grimaced, averting your gaze before sighing in defeat.

“I suppose. Can’t have my napping buddy shrivelling up on me now, can I?” You joked nervously, but it went right over Frenchie’s head as he grinned brightly.

“Oh my God, you’re the best!” He praised, engulfing you in a tight embrace. You wheezed, patting his back with a strained smile on your face.

“Yep. No problem,” you huffed, struggling to breathe, “just, uh, give me a sec to gather myself, yeah?” Frenchie nodded, willing to go along with anything to let him feed on you at this point. You sighed heavily, scooting backwards on the bed and leaning up against the wall, unbuttoning a few of your shirt’s top buttons to expose more of your shoulder.

“N-nothing too obvious, okay? Below the neck, preferably,” you stammered, watching warily as Frenchie practically foamed at the mouth. You straightened your back slightly, your fingers digging nervously into the tattered sheets of Frenchie’s bed as he slowly crawled on after you. It was… extremely creepy, with the way his eyes were blown wide and his lethargic movements mimicking that of a cat stalking its prey.

“Yeah, yep, ‘course,” he replied mindlessly, drawing closer and closer to you. He positioned himself dangerously close to the junction between your neck and shoulder, his warm breath fanning against your skin sending a shiver up your spine.

“How much do you think this is gonna hurt?” You questioned to give yourself a distraction, unable to stop yourself from shaking as Frenchie grabbed your shoulders to keep you still. You figured the answer was obvious, but maybe you were overestimating how painful it would be in your mind.

“A lot,” Frenchie stated bluntly before suddenly sinking his fangs into the flesh between your neck and shoulder.

You were not overestimating it.

If anything, you were severely underestimating how much it would hurt, and Frenchie’s blunt statement did nothing to describe the pain you felt.

You had to stop yourself from screaming, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth after a sharp inhale. It felt like two giant needles had just been stabbed into your shoulder, stinging like hell and almost making you queasy enough to pass out. Despite that, you clung to your consciousness, fighting to keep yourself quiet as Frenchie started to drink your blood properly. A cold creeping feeling crawled its way down your spine from your shoulder: it was excruciatingly painful and uncomfortable as you got colder and colder, but you held out for Frenchie’s sake.

Speaking of Frenchie, you couldn’t help but notice how incredibly… intimate this seemed on his part. Forget the location of the bite, Frenchie was making some questionable noises and hums as he continued to feed on you, pushing his body against yours and feverishly grasping at the other side of your neck. You could’ve sworn you saw his eyes roll back, but it was difficult to tell from this angle.

Before you could ponder that thought any longer, you started to get woozy, feeling unnaturally cold. “Frenchie,” you whined weakly, attempting to gently nudge him away. He didn’t budge, pressing himself against you further. You sighed, and with the little strength you had left, pushed against him with all your might. “Frenchie, get off!” You hissed, finally spurring him out of his daze as his fangs withdrew from your flesh. He stumbled backwards from the force, but managed to land on his feet as he was shoved off of the bed.

His breathing was heavy as he stared at you for a few seconds, his mouth parted slightly and his pupils still blown wide. It took a moment for him to process your sorry state before his skittish demeanor returned, gulping in what seemed like awe as he dragged his hands down the back of his neck to try and ground himself. He wasn’t really sure what to do now; usually his “meals” were already dead or dying. Not sure if he should move closer to you again, he could only quietly apologize: “S-sorry, sorry. God, that was…”

“Good?” You heaved, bracing yourself with your hands against your knees while your head was bowed in exhaustion. You stared up at Frenchie through bleary eyes, who had your blood smeared all over his face, looking very pleased with himself because of it.

“Oh, better than good. I haven’t had fresh blood in ages, and yours tasted heavenly.” Frenchie marveled, freezing after his unintentional hushed statement as he stared at you with wide eyes. You did unfortunately hear him, raising a brow at his mortified expression while your lips quirked into a small, teasing smile. His face flushed but he didn’t comment any further on the notion, looking away as his tongue darted out to nervously lick away some of the blood still left on his lips.

Before you could unpack all of that, a splitting migraine invaded your skull, causing your vision to go blurry as you made a strained sound of pain. You tried to hold yourself upright, but you could feel yourself quickly tipping forward from the sudden wave of dizziness that hit you.

Before you could fall far, Frenchie had swiftly caught you in his arms with a concerned cry of your name. “Oh Jesus fucking Christ, I haven’t killed you, have I?” You could faintly hear as you clung to your consciousness, trying your best to right yourself to no avail. You could feel yourself being gently picked up and moved slightly, and then placed back down on a soft surface.

“Fuck, fuck, I’ve killed them. What am I gonna tell the crew? Where am I gonna hide the body?” You could hear Frenchie fretting, the guilt finally kicking in for him. You groaned hearing his outlandish thoughts spoken aloud, weakly reaching your hand in his direction.

“I’m not dead, you fucker,” you croaked, trying to blink your heavy eyelids open.

You could hear Frenchie gasp, and a sound that vaguely sounded like something falling to the floor beside you. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me! I-I got carried away,” he apologized profusely, taking one of your hands in both of his own like you were on your deathbed. You snorted softly, a wobbly smile spreading across your face at the action.

“Relax. I don’t think you could kill me if you tried,” you teased in a weak voice, finally managing to get your eyes open to give him a look. You had expected him to be standing above you, but after a second of your eyes searching the room, you found that he had kneeled down on the floor next to the bed. You had to stop yourself from bursting into laughter at the sight.

Frenchie’s face scrunched up in confusion at your comment before a look of confusion and slight offence overtook it. “What the fuck’s that s’posed to mean? And why are you… giggling?” You managed to laugh weakly at his reaction as you turned your head away, bringing a small smile to Frenchie’s face in the process.

“N-nothing, it’s-” you cut yourself off with more hushed laughter as you looked at him again, bringing your free hand up to cover your mouth in an attempt to stifle your outburst.

“Is it because I’m kneeling? Because I’m worried that I killed my closest friend?” Frenchie taunted, though it was obvious that his words were all playful by the huge grin that spread across his face. You couldn’t stop laughing as he continued to speak, turning away from him to try and hide your face. You had no coherent answer for him, and that only encouraged Frenchie’s teasing.

“Wow. I just… this is unbelievable. I never thought you’d stoop so low, laughing at my… my concern for you,” he snarked, putting a hand on his chest in mock offence.

“Stop, stop! God, it hurts,” you exclaimed through strained giggles, clutching your stomach in pain with a wide grin on your face as your constant laughter started to give you a cramp.

Frenchie hadn’t taken your exclamation the right way initially, thinking that he actually did something to hurt you. His expression dropped almost immediately, trying to figure out what he had done as he started to withdraw his hand from yours. “O-oh, I-”

You were just as quick to snatch his hand back up when you noticed that he had started to pull away, nearly gasping as you did so. “N-no, no! You’re fine, Frenchie. It just hurts to laugh so much,” you explained hastily with a warm smile, easing his concerns.

It had been so long since you’d laughed that hard.

Frenchie’s face lit up with relief, and then quickly turned red with embarrassment. He smiled sheepishly, quite thankful that you had kept his hand in yours as he gave yours a soft squeeze. “Ah, right…”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you laid on his bed, your eyes drifting down to where your hands interlocked. You had taken to idly running your thumb over Frenchie’s knuckles, a soothing gesture that you were focused on.

“B-but seriously; thank you. I, uhm… I needed that.” He mumbled, watching you run your thumbs over his knuckles with a soft expression.

“Yeah, clearly. I mean, fuck, do I even need to mention what just took place during the raid?” You ragged, playfully rolling your eyes as the lightheadedness slowly dissipated from your body. You sat up slowly with Frenchie’s help, hissing quietly as the puncture wounds on between your neck and shoulder were jostled.

Frenchie scoffed exasperatedly, slapping your arm lightly as a light blush spread across his face again. “Will you shut up? It wasn’t that bad.”

You gave Frenchie an unimpressed look, raising your eyebrows. You opened your mouth to rebuke him, but he was quick to shush you before a single sound could come from you.

“I don’t need you to recount it, thank you.”

You laughed again, hesitantly cupping one side of Frenchie’s face with your hand, who was still kneeling on the floor. “You're welcome,” you smiled, pressing a quick kiss to Frenchie’s forehead. He blinked in surprise, inhaling sharply at the soft gesture of affection. A conflicted expression crossed his face as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

”Why… why are you doing this for me, anyways?” He questioned quietly, pouting slightly. You pursed your lips, not exactly sure why you were going to such lengths for him in the first place; you had barely known him for more than a few months, and yet here you were, risking your life for him.

”…Because you’re my friend, and that’s what friends do,” you answered hesitantly, still not totally confident in your reasoning.

Frenchie seemed to catch onto this, looking amused as he raised a brow at you: “Yeah, because normal people are always letting their vampire friends feed on them.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Shut up. I just care about you, okay? Is that illegal now? Am I going to be arrested?” You argued playfully, rolling your eyes.

Frenchie chuckled, still not quite content with your answer. “You care about a vampire? A monster?”

”I do. Shoot me,” you snapped sarcastically, choosing not to comment on his monster classification just yet. That seemed like a completely different problem to unpack, and you were too exhausted—both physically and mentally—to properly address it just yet.

Frenchie barked out another laugh, finally dragging himself off of the floor to sit next to you on the bed. “Okay, whatever you say, you weirdo,” he finally caved, dropping the subject for now. You snorted at his name calling, shaking your head with a smile.

Frenchie’s eyes drifted back to the puncture wounds at the base of your neck, wincing at how deep they were. They weren’t bleeding, but there was blood smeared around the area from how hurriedly he was feeding. Heat rose to his face again at the thought, but he quickly tried to distract himself from it by getting up to get a rag and some bandages.

”Let’s get you patched up, yeah?” He smiled bashfully at you, nervously wiping at his mouth again in case there was any blood left behind. You chuckled at the gesture, bringing your legs up onto the bed to sit criss crossed.

”That’d be appreciated, yes.”

#ofmd #our flag means death #frenchie ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #joel fry #ofmd x reader #jim jimenez #frenchie x reader #frenchie ofmd x reader #frenchie #blackbeard #Blackbeard ofmd #ed teach #our flag means death season 2 #fanfic #x reader #Izzy hands #vampire au #vampire #vampire!frenchie

[perverse-idyll]

Fic Stats Tag Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

Thank you @danpuff-ao3 and @likelightinglass for tagging me! I've got an hour to relax, and this is just about my speed at the moment: something fun but not demanding. (One hour, my arse. It took me three days!) Who else would enjoy doing this? @ac1d6urn, @ripeteeth, @squibstress, @yletylyf?

Most Hits

The White Road, Snarry, 48K. I knew the answer to this one without having to check. TWR is my most popular fic by every metric and the one most Snarry readers know me by, not to mention it's old enough now to be a high school sophomore (or possibly an A level student). I'm happy I somehow managed to pull off a nonlinear fic, plus I was so, so in love with the Snarry ship and all its possibilities, and I think that shines through. I let myself explore Lily's character and responded in fic to the way Snape's story ended; gave Lily and Severus one last chance to face some hard truths; and - well, no need to flog it, there are just a lot of scenes in this fic that make me clutch my heart to this day. And I let myself be a bit romantic about my OTP! With a happy ending and everything! (Okay, I'm always romantic about Snarry, but you can't always tell that from my fics.)

If you have any desire to hear me natter on with more Writerly Thoughts about this fic, I recorded an interview with ChaosBlue over here: Fanfic Maverick episode 25

Second Most Kudos

Soft Touch, Snarry, ~15K. This was a sleeper hit. I never expected it to be popular, and it's not a fic people love, exactly. But the combination of mindfucky unethical massage kink plus character study brought readers to the yard - although, really, I doubt it has much to do with the "character study" part. I'm going to cheat here and borrow a bookmarker's comment to describe it: "Very sensual almost eerily so. Actually somehow slightly creepy at times yet very seductive at others. A weird read." I like how they can't seem to make up their mind! Because, yeah, IMO the appeal lies in that uncomfortable overlap between sensuality and creepiness, and the touch-starved atmosphere that hangs over it all.

Third Most Comments

The Afterlight, Snarry, WIP, currently at 46K. This is one of three melodramatic and, yes, romantic Snarry WIPs on my plate - ridiculous amounts of whump and/or emotional turmoil, plus a triple whammy of overwrought happy endings (but only after I put them through hell). Apparently after the last 10 years of Life Shite, my fannish desires are all about shameless self-indulgence now. This one has a serial killer subplot that's giving me conniptions, but I'm in love with the ending so I need the fic to get all the way there. It also ponders, in a "one dark thread running through the whole work" sense, what it means to die and come back, and I'll just say that Snape experienced death very differently than Harry did. I suspect this fic has as many comments as it does because readers were kindly encouraging me to continue after years of me not posting very much. I'm currently finishing up a Snape/McGonagall fic, but The Afterlight is next on the menu. Fourth Most Bookmarks

Warm, Snarry, ~11K. Hah! My PWP made the list! It's also a character study of Snape and Harry with an established couple dynamic, but come on, those bookmarks aren't about the settled kind of domestic bliss. They're more about the "naked by the fireside fucking each other's brains out" bliss. I wrote this fic for a prompt and to help me scrape the rust off my creative wheels after several years of writer's block. In doing so, I found that porn without plot doesn't come naturally to me. Or established relationship, either. Where's the angst? I muttered constantly to myself about the paucity of sexy anatomical slang and the problems with pacing a fairly drama-free fic. (Solution? Don't write 10K words of PWP when 3K words will do.)

Fifth Most Words

The Blood of Stars, Snarry, WIP, ~44K. This is the fic that started my journey into the melodramatic & romantic combo, but it hasn't been updated since 2014 (aka The Worst Year of My Life). However, it's alive! I've picked it up again and have been scribbling and revising scenes in between working on three other fics. This was also the start of my So What If It's Messy and Imperfect phase, which is a challenge as a perfectionist but a necessity in my current circumstances if I presume to have delusions of ever finishing anything ever again. It's a challenge in another sense, too, since I committed myself to writing Harry's section in first-person POV, just to see if I can. (The jury's still out on that.) It's also got book-ended sections written in third-person Snape (an obscure and hard-to-master dialect)(kidding), and I'm not terribly confident writing from his POV, either. But the fic's got one of those can't-stay-away-from-each-other plots (I love these), and Harry being unfaithful to Ginny (yes, I know, don't send the OOC police after me). It's full of emotional flailing and obsession and beloved characters behaving badly and Snape coming to a tragic end - but wait! There's also Love after Death and Snape having meltdowns and in the end sort of getting everything he ever wanted. In case it isn't obvious, I am wallowing like a pig in mud. I love this fic. 🥰

Fic with the Least Words

Truce, Doctor Who, Twelve/Clara, a classic drabble of 100 words. This won't make sense to anyone who hasn't seen their series arc and the last encounter between them. It's a drop in the bucket of my undying love for them, but alas, my fealty has already been pledged to my endless Snapely WIPs. But Twelve and Clara deserve so much more than I'm able to give them.

#fic stats tag game #snarry #a tip of the hat to Doctor Who #my fics

[taintedtort]

I saw the post about getting high with characters, and I was wondering if you could make one about what the characters like to do while high? My friends and I listen to sensory music together. I also wanted to ask if you could include Heizou, Kazuha, Scara, and whoever else you might like. I always love your posts :)

prompt ✧ things they do while high

characters ✧ heizou, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao

warnings ✧ drug usage, modern!au, mention of gn!reader in xiaos part

a/n ✧ glad that you enjoy my posts, thank you for request ! loved this prompt, it really made me think hard for each of them, hope you like what i came up with tho

HEIZOU

✧ he would probably meditate or something similar. he’s always wanted to try it, but thanks to his work his brain is always on and running so it’s hard to concentrate. so whenever he gets high he turns on "music to meditate to" on youtube and sits on the floor. he doesn’t actually know what he’s doing though so he’s really just sitting there with his eyes closed.

KAZUHA

✧ writes haikuus. let’s be honest here, he’s on something all the time… but i think he likes to write haikuus whenever he’s high the most, especially if he has writers block. whenever he does, he gets stoned and it definitely helps a lot. he may also draw if he doesn’t feel like writing, he gets way more creative.

SCARAMOUCHE

✧ naps. he’s out as soon as it hits. he feels like he sleeps better when he’s on something, helps him get to sleep a lot faster. he‘ll put on music before he knocks out, preferably in his headphones but sometimes on a speaker. when he’s high he can just about sleep anywhere, tries to land on a comfortable surface though, like a couch or chair.

XIAO

✧ plays video games. his reaction time is slowed so he mostly plays exploration games. he’s heavily blinking the whole time to try and clear his vision from the bright screen, but continues to play. sometimes he’ll call you to come over and smoke with him so you can play together.

#genshin fanfic #fanfic #gn reader #xiao genshin impact #genshin heizou #xiao headcanons #heizou headcanons #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche headcanons #kazuha headcanons #genshin impact kazuha #taintedtort #tortrequests

[mochinomnoms]

for the fic writer ask game, 7, 13, & 19?

(ask game)

7. How do you handle writer's block or moments of creative stagnation?

Depend on what it is. If it's for an event or request of some sort, I'll put it to the side and work on the next one in line, or the next one that is most interesting to me. If it's for a new chapter, I will listen to my playlists that I make to help get into the groove and ask my friend for some recommendations to move along.

Sometimes I'll just make a whole new playlist too and analyze the lyrics of the songs I chose for inspiration!

13. What's the most challenging aspect of writing fanfiction for you?

I think it comes with trying to keep things even? Like most of my chapters for PTM I feel obligated to keep around the same length and that I think stresses me out. For the events, it's trying to keep them around the same length and then getting frustrated when one request is a lot longer than the others. Sometimes a certain request will just hit the right spot and I feel guilty when the other requests don't turn out the same. I try to just go with what I can though.

19. What's the most unusual or unique setting you've used?

Hmm, I'm not sure! I think for TWST everything has taken place within the universe with little change. One of the fics I wanted to write was for Dia de Muertos last year, in which I wanted a Mexican!Yuu to set up ofrendas and stuff with the characters that have canonically lost someone participating as well. Eventually it would've ended up in a ghost world with all of their loved ones exchanging sweet words with them before "waking up" from a dream. It would've been up to the readers' interpretation if they actually met with the ghosts or just shared a dream.

#mochi asks #rel124c41 #ask game #i think i got one more of these left

[voylitscope]

Hi friend! For when you feel like taking a work break, I’d love to hear 🌿🥐 and 🧩 for the ask game!

Hi!! Thank you so much for the ask! 🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity I try not to force it. Sometimes eating, water, switching music, things like that can all help, but if it's really just not coming, I don't make myself write. I'd like to think that helps give me a lot more time/longer windows when I can write and am able to be creative. 🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

I do enjoy the way tumblr jokes are often about 3 memes nested inside each other. As for specific references, jokes that mention Dashcon nearly always make me laugh.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Unreadable formatting is the first thing, although I don't actually run into that all that often. Beyond that, it can vary. A lot of times, it's honestly a cumulative thing, like, there will be a final thing that makes me hit the click the back button, but there will have been a handful of things before I reached it that I was unsure about/didn't like -- but a single on of those things, even few of them in a longer fic, might have been okay - but sometimes I'm at 4k words out of 22k and had pause about 7 things-- then that's a click out, you know? But then sometimes I'm 4 paragraphs into reading something -- and it's a click away because I can already tell it's just Not For Me, for whatever reason. And it's hard to list certain things that are always a click out because it's really more, "if this happens and it's handled in certain ways," rather than if things happen at all. There are things I normally don't read, or like, or find to be in character, or whatever -- but certain authors could write those things and make me love them and probably also cry. ...I feel like that was probably an overly complicated answer, ha. Thank you again for the ask! I hope your day has been a wonderful one! 💞

#asks #writing #fandom culture #personal post #tumblr things

[chocolate-parfait]

Coming home with a puppy - Ikemen prince headcanons (Clavis, Silvio & Yves)

I recently passed one of the most important exams of my life as a student, meaning that I've been very busy lately. Then writer's block came, and it was kind of hard to write anything at all. For now, have this~ Also, as I play through more routes I swear I'll start writing for other characters as well! However, know that Clavis will always be there no matter what I write <3

Clavis

When his eyes first land on the puppy in your arms, a switch goes off in his head. With the help of that little thing, the amount of trouble he can cause grows exponentially...

Clavis' pranks become more and more creative, and they range from "accidentally" shredded important documents to dung findings in the weirdest places of the palace. Sariel is definitely not happy, and once he threatens to kick the little dog out of the palace if you do not train it as soon as possible, you forbid the third prince from using the little guy for his evil deeds, else you will abstain from cuddle time for the rest of the month. For the time being, your abilities as a Clavis-tamer win, but do not be so naive as to think that he won't somehow have his way... (During this time, he may or may not give him the nickname Clavis Jr)

Puppies need exercise and lots of attention! But so does your needy, clingy boyfriend, who has now realized that with a third party in the picture, he is bound to get less attention; your hugs and kisses all go to the adorable doggie and very little are left for poor little him! (*insert Clavis being overly dramatic here*). In this new chapter of his life with you, he starts a rivalry with a dog. Will physically separate you from the lil guy because it's his turn to have you now.

May fake having an allergic to animals a few times so that he can be with you alone. It's kind of endearing to see how much he craves your full and undivided attention.

Acts all jelly and stuff but the dog loves him and excitedly wags his tail whenever the prince appears. Even Clavis isn't 100% immune to those shiny, big eyes, so with time he starts liking the puppy way more than he could have ever thought. Kinda considers him as his and your son after a while.

Silvio

"Hoh? Did the puppy bring home another one of their kind?" KICK him in the face, he deserves it. Acts all smug and haughty like it will be your responsibility to handle, but he actually adores dogs. In no time at all, he becomes the doggy's real owner by "stealing" it from you. He trains it and brings it (almost) everywhere; the puppy doesn't leave his side for a single second.

When you question the man about it, he defends himself by saying that since you brought it home but didn't have the skills to care for it (not true, he naturally started considering it as his own because that's how his mentality works), it is now his duty to raise the animal.

He drops this business-like approach in certain moments, only to show a much warmer side. He lets the puppy lick his face, cuddles him, and even baby-voices him. He'll do this when he thinks he's alone; if you walk in on him, he will explode from the embarrassment. However, if YOU ever get jealous of the dog, Silvio will tease you so much that you will either have to hit him or kiss him to shut him up.

Overall, he's actually an experienced and caring owner. 10/10 (He has had dogs. I don't know if this is canon but I'm 100% sure he's had multiple dogs)

Yves

"Aaaah! Get it away from me! He's dirtying my white clothes!!" "Wait, are we really keeping it?" "Ugh, how are you even going to take care of it? Raising a pet is no easy feat, you know!" Complains, complains, complains. Despite them, Yves is pretty easy to convince, and when both you and the little animal give him your best puppy eyes, the prince sighs in resignation. This amount of cuteness is definitely unfair!

He takes the whole matter very, very seriously. He stays up at night, reading books on how to raise dogs, he goes around and asks for tips from people he knows already have a certain experience with animals, etc. Only when you finally convince him to come and play with the pup does he finally realize that it can be quite a lively and entertaining experience, too.

Learns to love and care for the puppy very well, considers it as his own child, and even spoils him too much at times. Whenever his sky blue eyes land on the little thing, Yves gets this sudden urge to squish its cheeks and squeeze it into a tight hug, pretty much what happens when he sees you (though the intensity of the emotion he feels is quite different).

Yves is definitely the type of person that continuously sneaks food from the table because he cannot resist the gaze he's given when the dog is asking for food. For some reason, he will always deny it to his very last breath, but it's painfully clear how much of a soft spot he has for the puppy.

#my writing #ikemen prince clavis #ikemen prince silvio #ikemen prince yves #ikeprince headcanons #ikeprince imagines #ikeprince scenarios #clavis lelouch #yves kloss #silvio ricci

[honeysweetcorvidae]

hey would you like to do all the prime numbers for the ask meme too. :3

i WOULD i’m gods bravest soldier and i can answer questions

i am, like mango, going to put this under a cut, because good grief this is a lot of questions.

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

lol. I tend to have a general shape in my head for what the whole thing will look like when i do multichaps, but no, i wing it; if i allow myself to do an outline then it will be Done in my brain & therefore dead in the water

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

1) go on swingset, play music on shuffle 2) put that bitch in a Situation in my brain 3) enter fugue state 4) hit post

5. Do you like constructive criticism?

ehh. i am very sensitive, but from people i trust & when i have time to brace myself it can be helpful? most of the time i am just sitting here though. love 2 have fun and indulge.

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

fugue state.

genuinely, it’s just whatever feels best at the moment! I have a taste for outsider POVs, but what i do for things that aren’t that varies from story to story— WTA flips back and forth from chapter to chapter where playing heroes is scattershot, etc.

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

oh geez picking “favorites” is an ASTONISHINGLY difficult thing for me— i have read probably hundreds of fics in the shuake tag alone, and the things I like I like for different reasons, and my MEMORY is so terrible that the word ‘favorite’ fills me with dread— so I’ll go with ones I immediately think to recommend? for p5, @malevolentmango’s what you’ve already buried and everything or nothing at all are phenomenal (i am marking this as One because mango is sooo specialwonderfulthebest and i could just list everything on their ao3. god wait how could i not also shout out no ballad will be written)

and then there’s interminable ballistics, which rewrote my brain, first step, which is frankly ASTONISHING, killing care and grief of heart by @jortsbian, which made me want to tear down an office building with my nails(honorific), and so on and so on and so on. this is way more than three. @ceilingfan5 has some of the best taakitz fics out there, if you’re into taz.

i would also, of course, be remiss not to nod to the fic i’m most insane about of all time, my guiding light my life my joy my favorite most special little enormous incomprehensible sadomasochistic bug alien clown porn religious worldbuilding space opera epic, @birchbow’s price of forgiveness. i’m super normal about everything they’ve ever written for homestuck tbqh BUT PoF is my darling. (it’s NOT the one i wrote a whole real actual literary analysis essay about. but that’s because it’s too long.)

okay moving on. i did not answer this question correctly.

13. What’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

uh. um. uh. does “don’t misuse punctuation too badly” count as a writing tip? man i don’t know i am an insane person about writing styles

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

if it sucks hit da bricks >:/. no but actually for real though, i tend to go out on my swingset, switch to a different project, or just Do Something Else for a while! i’m a big proponent of taking breaks.

19. What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

well,

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

please for the love of god punctuate your dialogue correctly

no, but sincerely— i think that the best possible thing you can do for your work is to write what you actually want to write. do the stupid self-indulgent bullshit! write tropey nonsense, write the same shit over and over in different permutations, who cares! if you love it it’ll show.

31. Do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?

the characters make the plot happen and the plot makes the characters act? so i mean i guess characters, but they’re interminably linked.

37 I already answered;

41: Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

ha. hahahaaaa. according to ao3 i have visited price of forgiveness one hundred and sixty-seven times. i know i have read it logged out at least twice. so, you know,

43. Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the “If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself” kind of person?

i like recovery! I like to see people brought down and still swinging, and then for them to be happy again after. so i guess the latter?

47. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

that’s between me and god

53. How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

well it took me going back ~50 pages into my ao3 history to find PoF, and the last time i read it was in june, so i’d say i read more than i write

59. Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

everyone i know knows everything about me because I have cannot-shut-up-ever-disease, yes. my mom has been forced to hear the plot of my NG+ au.

61. Why do you continue writing fics?

I enjoy writing, and I like to have a community! when I’m not writing fic I write original stuff, and I miss the engagement when I do that, but it’s still the same compulsive joy, I think. I doubt I could ever just stop writing forever.

67. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

independent ideas, generally! I am very bad at sticking to a prompt; my mind tends to wander ALL about the joint.

71. When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

[LAUGHING]

(the answer is severe autdhd and being an extremely fast reader.)

73. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

um. uh. um um uh. someone told me the other day that i am a fizzy mocktail and i don’t know what that means but i’m gonna go with that. i think my style is pretty distinctive, and i know i’m a skilled writer, so I guess. that? and i mean who else would write quite so much deeply emotionally vulnerable tentacle content. really.

#my writing #SORRY FOR THE TAGS EVERYONE. i wanted to credit people whose tumblrs i knew

[picnokinesis]

not to bother (absolutely take your time writing) but any updates on roads part 7?

Hello!! Alas, things are very slow going with part 7, for a variety of reasons (including creative slumps, irl stuff, other projects with deadlines and other things besides). However, I think I have realised what some of the problems were that were causing me to hit a block, as well as realise some things that I want to happen, which is really good news because it means that it is...I wanna say tackle-able, if that makes sense? It can be done. I just gotta do it! So, it's gonna take a while for me to write it, sorry! But I believe it will happen. I also thing my brain is kinda craving more input at the moment, so I'm allowing myself to take my time - which I'm hoping will help me come back to it fresh sooner rather than later.

Things I am working on at the moment, if you're interested: I'm taking part in a fanfic exchange, which has a deadline coming up imminently which, uh, I have NOT finished my fic for (mostly because it's too long HAHA it's like 20k at this point rip) so what will happen there is that either I'll blitz the ending of that fic in the next few days, or I'll bail and write my emergency shorter fic idea which I'll actually be able to finish in time. We'll see. I'm kinda hoping I can get the big one done because I love it a lot. And either way, it'll be a spydoc fic (....sort of?? I feel like, with both, they're not shippy, just incredibly rancid and rather bloody...so shippy for spydoc!). I might write the shorter one anyway, for vibes. But then I'm also working on the music for The History Between Us zine audio book! Aaaaaaaaand I've got a few commissions going on plus working on seeing if I can release an original album of music, AND keeping my ear to the ground with original script calls (I actually need to write more original scripts and short films.....I need like, a bank of things so I don't have to keep scrambling every time a script call comes out) so like, there's a lot of things sort of pulling at my brain, in both very exciting ways but also slightly stressful ways. Plus, yknow, life. But roads is a story that is very dear to my heart and I am REALLY keen to write the whole thing - because like, I want YOU guys to find out about the backstory stuff so bad because, well, I wanna see if I can stick the landing hahah but also like!! I've been working up to these moments for soooooooo long now, and you guys have been wanting to know what's going on, so it's definitely on the cards. It's mostly a case of having time, and energy, and being able to wrangle my brain all at the same time - I think a lot of the problem is also that my brain is less hyperfocused on doctor who than it was when I first started writing - which is only natural. But I believe in the power of campervan!13 to call me back hahaha. Like I said, her story is something I really wanna tell in it's full.

But thank you for the lack of pressure hahhaha, I appreciate that a lot!! <3 I am sorry if you have to end up waiting a while for it. But I believe that I will get there with it, at some point.

#taka replies #anon #campervan au #bless you anon <3 #i am really hoping i can get to work on it soon #tbh i probably would have done if i'd not done the fic exchange SKSKKS #but in my defence i thought the fic exchange was a good way to motivate me to write something #which it did do!! #so that's something

[sometimes-love-is-enough]

Fanfic asks: 1, 2, 3 (does it help you to share ideas?), 34, 43, 50, 76, 78, 79 and 80 (How do you deal with writer’s block?)

I’ve been kinda feeling…creatively constipated, is as best as I can describe it. Ideas and worlds in my head but they stay locked up without a key to free them. So I guess I wanted to pick someone’s brain, writer to writer, see if there’s anything I can try to get myself inspired again. I hope that’s not weird.

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

For the most part, I force myself to daydream a lot before I sit down to start writing, because otherwise there's the very real chance I'll sit down and get 3k into it and realize, 'oh. there's not very much meat on this one at all. I don't want to finish it anymore.' There's something to be said for the concept of 'Writing For The Sake Of Writing', but a lot of the time getting a decent length into something and just, not having the ideas or drive to finish it.. it kind of sucks.

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

All sorts of places, although I tend to draw a lot from real-life experiences and things I'm currently learning about/interested in (e.g. philosophy chapters of Pick A Side, chessboxing), as well as various types of mythologies and lore (Eucat, Melliferous).

3. Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

I'm the sort of person who hoards the fine details of my WIPs very close to my chest until I'm absolutely sure that I'm going to stick to writing the whole damn thing. I'm not great at sharing. But also I really enjoy sharing out of context little bits and pieces as I go, and constantly want to talk about the things I write - I'm a contradiction of a person.

34. How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

Well, when I was 17, I died, went to bee hell, and had to wait for the combined-yet-separate fractals of my personality to come bail me out I don't include an overwhelming amount, I don't think, but sometimes real life is the best source for an interesting story. It gives it a bit of spice and depth. For example, the thing in Syzygy with Thomas blaming his creaky apartment on an 'apartment ghost' and constantly talking to it because he's lonely is something that I do in fact do in real life.

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

Yeah, I want to do a thorough deconstruction of a soulmate AU. And/or the hanahaki trope, because neither of those are something that I'm entirely fond of. I'm not sure if this is the right fandom to do it in or not, but I have a feeling I'll end up writing it eventually.

50. How would you describe your writing style?

Absurdist realism and/or magical surrealism.

76. How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

Internal pressure is a sign I need to take a break and do something else for a bit, or stop taking myself so seriously. External pressure is a sign that I either need to block a rude commenter, or gently remind people that I'm a human being and I do this for fun.

78. What motivates you during the writing process?

Knowing that at the end of it all, I'll have a finished product that a) I will be proud of in some respect b) that other people will enjoy and c) (hopefully) scream at me in fury about. Getting to that end point where I can actually hit the post button and see something that I made show up in the tags is just the best feeling in the world.

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

Be joyful with it. Writing is a game you're playing with yourself, so play. I recognize that this isn't the most helpful and specific of advice, but I can't stress enough how much you should experiment with stylisms and point-of-view and unreliable narrators and all the rest of it! Pastiche someone else's style! Write in reverse chronological order! Give yourself restrictions and take away your pre-existing restrictions, and BREAK THE RULES.

80. How do you deal with writer’s block?

Writer's block (for me, at least) is my brain telling me that it doesn't want to work anymore. It's had enough. It doesn't want me to work! Which is the point where I close the document, and go do something else that my brain does want to do. Sometimes that's going for a walk or making myself a fancy drink or snack, sometimes it's lying in bed and watching Youtube for ages, and sometimes my brain is just screaming and sobbing and kicking and doesn't want to do anything at all, in which case I just have to gently sit with it and wait for it all to be over. Either way, I'll get back to writing when I get back to it - either whatever WIP I was working on at the time, or something new that I'll enjoy writing. Forcing myself to write when I'm not on an actual deadline or timecrunch never works out well for me, so I try to be very gentle about it.

And I hope you get past that brainblock eventually. I've been there too, and it's the worst place to be in. Hopefully you find that idea or project that makes your brain start singing again soon! I wish you luck, and hope this helps.

#fanfic ask meme #long post #asks

[leninova1997]

Friend, I'm curious: do you also have writer's blocks? Or with organizing and planning, this is not a problem for you? I ask you because I'm just feeling kinda creative again after a whole month, and I don't know how to feel about it. How long does it last for you when (if) you have it?

Yes, i have had writers block numerous times. Sometimes its the result of long mental exhaustion, sometimes it just jump at you and dont let you go for a while. Its not the most predictable thing and its not always the easier to deal with especially if you have something to work on. The best solution is always to take a longer break (even a few weeks if its that severe) and get yourself into reading (one book, a bunch of novellas, anything that is complex, not written in a simple way however contains a lot of art and complex solutions through the words and storyline. So, mostly classics). Of course it is advised on its own to sometimes get away from writing to pretty much have your creativity and mind "resynthesize" the resources (often writers block, when you keep your mind away from it, this is what it brings out, so its not all that bad and stuff...at least from my experience), but reading (maybe a lot) can speed up the process of returning significantly. I still dont like it overall, however, it can easily lead you at the end to a much more fulfilling creation journey and allows you to unleash even more good stuff and happiness inside. So in most cases its 100% worth the struggle.

I have to tell you though, its pretty normal to have a wavering tendency in writing or in any kind of creation form. Any kind of attitude is possible since the focus is not always on art and the case is heavily influenced by things and problems in life, hormones, diet etc.. So overall you dont always feel like you can do it, very little or almost nothing comes to mind, then one day you wake up and you run to the keyboard to spend your whole day typing your ideas. Its again, sometimes unpredictable, reading can help it too, but not immediately. Thats why it is normal too to live like this. Can you imagine doing nothing but writing? Like 8-10 and even more hours a day? I know, it sounds fun at first, but when a block hits or you just run out of ideas (or the "connection thickens" with the art, its another problem that occurs when you overwork on something), you can easily fall into a shorter or longer regression period that brings creation to nowhere. It always depends on what you work on, how complex it is or/and how many thoughts you put into it. I know authors who almost never or rarely have these problems since they either do something else (not really reading, but the idea is not so bad after all, so if you feel like you are even more lost than should be, i recommend this method also for possible gaining) or what they create is so simple, even the editing is left out so in the end the mental exhaustion is less likely to hit them. But at the same time, i know writers who had the issues or even blocks for months and years! Well, its truly something.

In my case, blocks usually last a few days, maybe a week so during those i quickly move on to something (reading is obvious to at least keep up so the return in the end is much easier but the other hobbies help a lot too) or i just have my story "take a nap" in my head 😂😂. I remember the most serious lasted like 6 months, back in 2016-2017 when i was in high school (it was not long after i started writing in a "professional way"). It wasnt fun (its like running to a brick wall and again and again but it doesnt bother), however, it made me realize, prevention is much more important and on its own actually cheaply accomplishable even if you sometimes wish to overwork out of joy (im talking about doing writing longer than 10-12 hours), day after days.

So what i do usually?

As i said, having your artpiece sometimes sent out to relax is actually very useful. You leave it alone for a few days when you feel like, its good enough/almost finished and after that, with fresh thoughts, you return back to it. It not only reduces the change of the block, but allows you to see the writing in a different perspective. Its easier to spot mistakes, rewrite things that are not matching well, implement new ideas, etc. Thats why i like to say, writing is an art of patience where you can never let your focus go and at the same time, you have to have the ability to feel where things belong in your creation from place to time, though purpose. Oh boy, now i totally sound like somebody who lives by the zen 😂😂😂

Make a list, a list, a list, a list (okay not this many). Have your phone or/and a notebook around and write down immediately what pops in your mind (that is good enough in your opinion). If you even have the opportunity take your time and open up the thing: make points in connection with it, expand it as your imagination allows it, create another list within in it if necessary. This usually doesnt take that long in time, however, it initiates 2 things: its more likely to start writing from there and when you need ideas or the "spirit/essence" is lacking (it sadly happens), you can always read them out to have a little bit of aid (or a lot, because i think it works well). If you feel like you wanna be just as crazy as me (lol 😂😂), you can take your list and type it in. Its not only for preserving and having everything together but adds another opportunity to work on your ideas even more. These lists on their own can be very small or huge like in my case (26 pages long and pending, god dammit 😂😂). I highly recommend this method too when you dont really have the time to write, but would like to do some minimal work to "go somewhere". Its very inspiring too when you take a look at your list and see how many things are there to count on. This can make you start writing too, trust me

I hope i could help 😇

#writing #write #writers block #writing advice