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atlas7seo · 4 months

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POV the urge to just rewrite Voltron

#voltron #my roman empire #cries in writer

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bylightofdawn · 3 months

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I'm gonna do something in Seeds that actually emotionally pains me to do because I fucking LOVE Jaster getting the Darksaber, and he's literally gonna get it handed to him on a silver platter and turn it down because it's been the cause of so much dissension and pain. And Tarre Vizsla was CLEARLY onto something when he entrusted it to the Jedi. Also it's clearly cursed.

It HURTS me to write this ya'll. I was going to do a poll and everything but as I was writing it out I realized no, there's no question this is how it has to go. -cries bitterly and puts aside her dreams of Jaster getting the Darksaber-

It also gonna have some far-reaching ripple effects down the line I think. Assuming I have it in me to continue this series after this.

#cries in writer #fanfic related musing #seeds for the future fic #jaster mereel #maybe I'll write something someday where he gets it as a treat to myself

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watchyourbuck · 3 months

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Any updates on Knives To The Chest? Can’t wait for a future update :)

hi my love! oh my little murderers how I love them !! sorry it’s taken so long, there’s a lot going on in my country and I haven’t felt ✨the spark✨ but I just re-read the third chapter and I’m feeling a little more inspired now,,, might try to have a go at it tomorrow

thank you for caring about the fic and reading it, it genuinely means a lot to me💗

#murder husbands #cries in writer #buddie #911 fox #knives to the chest (and into my heart)

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severeblizzardlady · 6 months

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Me to myself: I wanna write a romance with lots of gentle love and tender forehead smooches and--

My brain: There is a monster in the walls waiting for you to sleep. It breathes, and winter comes.

Me: ...does it give tender forehead smooches?

#i should be writing #writing things #writing #cries in writer #wanna be a better writer #why can't i just write a human-human romance?#or romance in general #monster lover #writers on tumblr

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brainfilehasstoppedworking · 9 months

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I made a Taichi x Takaaki fic. I have...a million fics pending...yet I finished up an old IshiMondo fic draft and this. Ain't I the best writer here? Hahaha...I seriously need to be held at gunpoint to finish or add chapters.

#danganronpa #takaaki ishimaru #taichi fujisaki #taikaaki #taichaaki #cries in writer

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velvethopewrites · 1 year

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Hard going thru fandom when you’re a has-been, although at this rate I am fairly sure I am a has-never been.

#fandom #cries in writer #I am honestly so useless #failed writer syndrome for the rest of my days #I’ll be out traversing the moors with my candelabra and thesaurus

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nothing-suspicious-at-all · 1 year

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"I'm going to write tomorrow" I tell myself, and then don't write a single thing.

#fanfic writing #ao3 #fanfiction #writing #im never going to finish this god damn fic #this was supposed to be a fun little one shot for fucking halloween 2022.#how am i still not done?#cries in writer

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praxisia · 6 months

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I know I’m going to have to go through a thing in writing and do a bunch of ReWrIteS because I went had to go and have a few ideas that, while they do make the narrative better and will likely make my story easier to write, will come with the price of having to go back and rework and fix a lot of parts of the story and my notes on them.

#personal #my art #cries in writer

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kikis-writing-world · 1 year

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I want to write this weekend. I have time to write this weekend. So I can only assume my motivation will be zero.

#Cries in depression #cries in writer #cries in crying idk lol #I really want to work on my Eddie Munson sex pollen fic #like I know if I get my shit together thats gonna SLAP #heh literally? maybe #I'm hoping I get something done #even a few words is a start

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gardnhee · 1 month

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faint memories - zuko

୨୧- tw/content. angst with a pinch of fluff, intentional lowercase, not proofread, little cursing here and there.

୨୧- zuko x afab!reader

୨୧- note. this applies to both animated and live action zuko!! requested by my baby @lovlyrickyyy 🤍

୨୧- dividers by @plutism !

୨୧- wc. 1.2k

“stop…moving!” you grit, holding zuko’s face as he glares at you, small wince erupting from his throat.

“how do you expect me-“ he hisses, hands instinctively flying up to get a hold of your wrists. “to not move when there’s this huge fucking burn on my face!” zuko retorts, grip tightening on you. you sigh, heart dropping as you no longer see that glint in his eyes. the glint that is now replaced with sadness, pain, suffering.

zuko’s chambers grew dead silent, no more arguing, no more disagreeing from you or him. just silence.

a small smile spread on his face as he now caressed your wrist with his thumb, pressing a small kiss to it, “i’m sorry for grabbing so hard.” this made your head perk up, blush spreading across your cheeks. you shake your head, “i understand.” the room goes silent again.

only thing that could be heard were the faint yells of the firebenders training outside and the mouse like footsteps of whoever passed by the unnecessarily and stupidly huge doors.

you kept applying the ointment onto zuko’s wound, sitting back with a small huff to examine him. to you, even with that huge scar on his face, he’s still as handsome as ever. you noticed how he tried to hide it from you, looking down at his trembling hands as the events from earlier are still fresh in his mind.

he slumped back on the bed, eliciting a whine of disapproval - you weren’t done tending to him. zuko ignores this as he just lays there, gazing up at his tall ceiling with a blank stare.

you knew him all too well, which means you also knew he was hiding something. refraining himself from talking. you hated it.

“zuko-?” you started as his body jerked up from the wine red sheets.

“i’m getting exiled.” he didn’t let you speak, words crawling up his throat as he was unable to hold them back.

you felt as if all air had been knocked out of your lungs, like a punch to the gut. your chest heaved, eyes squinting and eyebrows knitting together.

“w-what?” it’s not that you didn’t hear, in fact zuko’s words unfortunately fell on very perceptive ears.

“i’m-“

“you’re joking, right?” you chuckled awkwardly, fading into nothing as his eyes saddened. “i’m sorry.” was all he could muster. you frantically shook your head, disgusted that he felt forced to apologize for something he had no control over.

“how long?”

zuko hummed, eyes spaced out somewhere, looking everywhere but at you. you bit your lip, kneeling towards him, cold and shaky hands cupping his cheeks.

“stop avoiding and answer me, zuko. how long?”

zuko’s eyes peeled away from wherever he was previously glancing at, “however long it takes.” he mumbles and you frown, “what do you even mean by that.” you sigh, sitting back in defeat as you run your fingers through your hair.

“until i catch the avatar.”

you scoffed, “that’s fucking ridiculous.” zuko agreed silently, but that wasn’t enough for you. nowhere near, actually.

“i’m going to speak to your father.” you stand, making him stand with you, eyes wide and pupils blown.

“you can’t, yn.” he reaches for you in vain as you yank your hand back. “don’t try to stop me, zuko.” you were beyond pissed, tone dripping venom as zuko stood in front of you, obstructing your way to the door.

“move, goddamnit!” you hit his chest repeatedly, each strike more desperate than the last. “how are you just…okay with this?” you sobbed, forehead propped against his chest, his arms falling beside him, stiff as a statue.

“what more can i do?”

he made a good point, so good that it shushed you with a slap to the face.

“i’m leaving.”

“yn please wait-“

“im. leaving.” your lip quivered, voice shaky, eyes watery. zuko nodded, moving back to his bed, sitting on the edge.

you made your way to the bed as well, grabbing the ointment and placing it back on the metal tray.

“i hope to see you again, yn.” he murmured, back facing you as you stayed quiet, not wanting to entertain the idea of him leaving. sadly, it doesn’t matter if you entertain said idea or not, it’s happening anyway.

the moment you stepped out the door, that was it, even the hope of ever seeing him again started to dissipate.

by this point you were halfway down the dim hallway, ready to turn the corner back to the servant’s quarters. you looked back, guards standing proud and tall outside the prince’s room. you bit your lip, gazing down at the cold tray in your hands, caressing it with your index finger.

after taking a deep breath and preparing yourself for a life without your first love, you walk off, never to hear from zuko again.

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“fucking hell!” zuko groaned as the memory made an unwanted visit for the nth time this week, standing from his cot like bed. he looked outside the small ship window, eyes landing on an endless ocean, stretching far and wide, separating him from you.

it’s been 3 years since zuko had the pleasure of laying eyes upon you. your pouty lips - which he longed to kiss - sparkling eyes, and beaming smile, he missed it all; every single second of it.

he made it his mission to capture the avatar, whatever it took, zuko will bring him before his father and finally get to feel your embrace again.

the fact that he didn’t seize the opportunity to confess, to tell you just how much he loves you - vocalize the burning desire to make you his partner - was eating at him from the inside out.

zuko paces around the room, breathing heavily as he grows anxious. his patience is running thin and he doesn’t know how much longer he can stay civil.

with three curt knocks zuko turns, uttering a ‘come in’ as his mind was somewhere else. a soldier walks in, with a small bow of his head, he exclaims, “we’ve found the avatar, sir!” this made zuko’s face brighten, nails no longer trapped between teeth.

“where?” the prince breathed, unspoken urgency in his voice. “here in the south pole, sir.” he raised a brow, “how far?” “close by, approximately 2 nautical miles.” despite his shocked expression, zuko was elated.

“good job.” was all zuko said before strolling out his suffocating room. his palms grew sweaty, his heart hammered against his chest. he simply couldn’t contain himself.

he will see you again.

oh, he’s just imagining it; walking up behind you and surprising you, indulging in your warm laugh, welcoming eyes, and safe presence.

this is something he simply won’t - can’t - pass. zuko has the target within reach and he’s going to hold on tight, so tight the avatar will have no choice but to turn himself in.

a way one ticket, an opportunity peeking its face through the blur that is his life.

no matter the circumstance, he will not miss or give up - no, he’s coming home to you, forever this time.

୨୧ - hope you liked it!! this is kinda rushed so im sorry if there’s any spelling errors :( please like, comment, and reblog. would be highly appreciated 🫶.

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blackkatmagic · 30 days

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There's something so wonderful about being in love with your own story. You don't have to love the writing, the wording, the structure specifically, and you can find flaws in whatever way you want, but loving the concept, loving the fact that you're writing it and it exists in the world and you're just having fun with the process of creation - it's so delightfully freeing.

#my writing #*cries in writer*#happy tears this time though #even if no one else likes this fic I love it enough for a hundred people #so it works out #i so rarely allow myself to like my own work that it always takes me by surprise when i do

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atlas7seo · 21 days

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Me every waking hour thinking about my characters and desperately trying to ignore the urge

#cries in writer #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing #guys i just like traumatizing my ocs #i hear a new song and immediately think of an animatic idea then try to cram it into my plot

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bylightofdawn · 3 months

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OH MY GAWD I cannot shut off my ADHD brain down in order to concentrate on writing today. I'm just gonna blame it on the fact I cannot find music that is fitting for what i want to write. Do I KNOW what that music I want is? No, I just know the vibes are all off.

I think I'm going to have to put myself into a social media blackout and just buckle the fuck down and get this shit done.

#cries in writer #el attempts to write #and fails

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apparently-impalas-go-to-heaven · 2 years

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*opens an original work in progress*

*begins writing*

Do da do, click clack moo cows that type

(It’s me I’m the cow)

*Reads work back*

*Slams computer shut*

I have once again written another fan fiction