#even with the writer's block

[torvagatai]

I really do think this is the beginning of the end of Netflix book adaptations. What author is going to sign with Netflix over any of its competitors, knowing that they'll likely be cancelled early without closure? Or, even worse, that their story will be scripted but never made and the rights never sold on? Far better to accept a lower deal from a smaller streamer, but earn more publicity through more seasons and know that your story will be treated properly and see the light of day.

#netflix #shadow and bone #six of crows #i'm seething over the idea that netflix are going to block anyone else from producing soc even though the scripts and actors are THERE #what is the POINT of letting those scripts just sit there unused #even worse than cancelling a show tbh because they're literally going 'we're not allowing ANYONE to ever adapt six of crows' #and the ACTUAL WRITERS are even barred from sharing the scripts THEY WROTE online

[varyathevillain]

no joke but what I really want for Buddy Daddies as a fandom is to make fanart and fanfic post present time ep12 where Rei wears an arm orthosis when working.

I think varied disability aids being represented would be fantastic, and personally would write Rei as someone being deeply proud of something he's done for his family, but also understanding with time that using an orthosis also helps him at work and in raising Miri. with a giant portion of mobility/motorics aids being represented by prosthetics, seeing more variety and exploring it in fiction would also help making a step in normalising disability treatments.

#that's my personal opinion and i just thought about how understanding more about physical disabilities #and how to help people with those aids in case something happens and they ask for help #has furthered my understanding and might even help me in the future if i were ever to experience that #Buddy Daddies Spoilers #Buddy Daddies #Suwa Rei #(again. i want to write Kurusu Rei SO BAD) #text post #Varya rambles #also drawing an orthosis would be real complicated for an animated work so i understand why they chose to hide the arm #but i really like the headcanon of Rei using it sparingly 🥺 not everyone uses them all the time #+ it's also not healthy if worn all the time. looking @ people who'd let their characters sleep with their prostheis on. smh #and this is also NOT a 'you HAVE to do this'! just something I think would be fantastic #...also I'm like. apparently looking @ a start of a fic where Rei uses it?? is my writer's block finally over?! #here's a hoping 🙏buddy daddies such a good anime. not perfect not extremely beautiful. but GOOD in HEART #1k

[brightnote]

*gets to the chapter of the fanfic I have been most excited to write and have been setting up through countless chapters*

Me: *stares at blank screen*

Me: *starts a totally different fic*

#ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #writers block #i have it but why can't i get it out? #i am already writing two fics at once #this is so hard #i don't even have a social life anymore #i love you all though more than anything

[hypewinter]

Has anyone ever down a dpxdc story set in the Battinson universe? I'm genuinely asking because the thought won't leave me alone and it's absolutely hilarious.

Just the thought of Bruce "I don't like people" Wayne interacting with Danny "people don't like me" Fenton is sending me. Give me these two feeding off of each other's negative energy while Alfred and a newly adopted Dick are shaking their heads off to the side. Now they have to take care of two moody teenagers, fantastic.

Heck, let's throw in the Nasty Burger incident for some angst. Danny is going through a whole tornado of emotions and Bruce in all of his awkward glory is speed reading as many books about grief that he can get his hands on. How is Danny more complicated to deal with than Dick? He thought dealing with Dick was the most complicated things could get.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #winter's tales #hyper prompts #i honestly have no idea which tag to put this in #this idea is giving me LIFE #and singlehandedly raising me up from my writer's block #i might just create a whole line of prompts dedicated to this one thing alone #don't tempt me #seriously if you've seen a fic or even prompt idea with this premise before #please send it my way #you would trulymake me happier than any happy meal ever could #and i would be forever grateful

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

When recom Quaritch fucks na’avi doggy style he prefers to grab their tail. And uses it to pull himself deeper inside.

-🍄

yep. i love how well u see this shroomie ngl !!

colonel quaritch + tail kink/sadism-

• most of the time, he fucks rough of course. and unlike jake, tonowari or tsu'tey, he's sadistic as hell when he does. therefore there's ample reason to try and crawl away from his firm, weighty grasp when he's pummelling up into your aching pussy

• at this point he's nearly balls-deep inside your abused mound, his girthy, pulsating blue length has stretched you out almost completely, and you had originally anticipated making it through this, but the sizzling burn of him forcing you open around him was hurting more and more

• the foreplay had been pretty long, as he'd been teasing you for days; delaying any gratification in the form of release. therefore, he's made sure to give you some well-earned hot, open-mouthed kisses, precum-smeared clit taps from his leaking dick, and ofc he'd made sure to expertly mock and degrade your every move that night

• be it through some stinging smacks to your now bruised cheek, grabbing your chin to face him; gripping your hair extra hard, and tugging roughly on the roots every time you went a little too quiet for his liking; and aggressively grazing his blue fingernails along the exposed skin of your thighs, stomach and neck, sure to leave many a bruise the next morning

• although after having done so, quaritch was hard against his thigh, his weighty cock bouncing against him, balls swollen and straining from all the playing he'd done with you. having shoved your shaking legs open for him, resting all his weight onto your back, now flush against the soft mattress, he'd moved straight to thrusting deep enough for your hot, throbbing pussy to take in his entire cock

• your wanton squeals, and shamefully aroused whines echoed off of the metal walls in his quarters; he hadn't even properly begun to pump in and out of you, but merely the prospect of doing so, paired with the sharp sting and stretch of his thickened girth inside you, was enough to incite a new-found sense of desperation and urgency

• he'd had to lean all his weight down onto your splayed out, writhing figure just to keep you from crawling out from under him, but even that wasn't enough to stop you; before he knew it, he was wrapping his long, lithe blue fingers around the root of your tail; giving a strong upwards tug to the base, making your mouth let out a gasp, green eyes widening at the unexpected action

• a high-pitched yelp of shame-stained shock pulsed through you, only to swiftly be replaced with the immense pleasure of quaritch's hard, curved veiny erection hitting that spongy place inside your wet, squelching pussy; soon enough the only sounds you were making were that of the rhythmic "uh-uuuuh...fffuck, uh-uuhhh-uuh"s of him fucking in and out of your warm, sticky pussy

• he'd continue to use your tail almost as a leash in which to pull and tug as he sees fit; maybe even wrapping it around his knuckles to keep you in place, lifting the soft globes of your now pinkish-hued ass up higher to gain better access to your most sensitive of places

• maybe he'd even lean extra low and take it between his teeth; his fangs being extra careful to only slightly bite into the middle of your tail, gnawing little teeth marks into the skin, small dots of blood beginning to form (which he ofc licked up or smeared further along your tail); anything that gets you further moaning and riled up from his movements is a yes for him, i think, so tailkink foreplay is definitely on the cards for quaritch

+reqs open as usual :)

#hope u enjoyed bby! #also #can u sense the writer's block? #i can #this almost became like a non-observational writing style and i don't like it ngl #lmk ur thoughts abt that #do u like my usual style (if i even have one)? #colonel miles quaritch #avatar miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch #colonel catboy quaritch #colonel quaritch #na'vi smut #na'vi x reader #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully #avatar smut #avatar x reader #cuethediscoandthedrinks

[owlf45]

i try not to waste my breath complaining about fic bc its all wish fulfillment and it's none of my business to be judgy. Still, if I have to read one more summary— "blorbo's friends in canon SUCK (bc of a disagreement/mistake/flaw), so blorbo finds the people who REALLY care about them (antagonists that believe in eugenics/slurs/feudalism/terrorism with 0 growth)" and I'm gonna eat nails. like. ok. you drew the line at the Friends Bickering but the bigotry's okay. It adds flavor, even

#obligatory 'not all fics and writers' before someone gets upset at me. obv when its done well its done well #as long as Blorbo gets coddled and gets a group of Yes-sayers its fine #again its all fictional so why does it even matter anyway #but theres no specific tag to block to make my dive any easier #delete later #im just being silly and quirky ig

[boredsoup]

Look at your coach, it is homo-baroque! 🗣️ Don't talk to me about taste! 🗣️

#my posts :3 #sillyposting #falsettos #march of the falsettos #also sorry for not posting #school has been kicking my ass #since I got back from spring break #but once I get used to my schedule again I’ll post more #analysis content hopefully I’ve just been stuck in a kinda writers block low key (if you could even consider what I do writing)

[mochiiniko]

gotta love finding new ways to hate on cole /j (ramble thing about act 4 under the cut since ive been thinking about it lately)

im just extremely confused as to why cole just?? left??? or was about to leave middlesea, at least. i find it weird since he was so hellbent on visiting nicole in 2-X

but then he just. leaves

and nicole is the reason why he comes back so why didnt he just

not leave the hospital 💀

then theres also the whole thing with a big chunk of the post 1-XN dialogue being cut after act 5, and while nicoles line being cut out made me sad at first it makes sense because i wouldnt want to talk to cole too sorry </3

i dont think he even told her he was planning to leave which is. cole. girl what were you thinking 😭

edit: looked through the wiki again for more dialogue and yea i forgot about this

and the 2-X clear text makes me even more confused i HATE this man (/lh hes still one of my favorite characters unfortunately)

#rhythm doctor #chiimo art shenanigans #i dont remember if there was dialogue about his motive to leave so pls let me know if i missed anything #but i guesss he probably left since being cooped up in his room wasnt helping with his writers block (but his room is really nice tho ???) #and he didnt like the caffeine restrictions #which. doesnt even sound right because he said he could find inspiration without the caffeine #????? #welcome to todays episode of me overanalyzing silly pixel characters

[heartofalifer]

sometimes I lay at night thinking what exactly did daisy write in the description of alec hardy's tinder profile and what pictures did she use that made her think that could get women to swipe right on him. was it selfies? was it candid photos she took? was alec wearing that blue jumper on and reading a paper with his legs crossed in the photos? I need to know

#alec hardy #broadchurch #because if i saw alec hardy wearing The Blue Jumper #with glasses on and reading a paper #and that photo was a side profile of that #i would have swiped right IMMEDIATELY #funny tho #because then afterwards ill google him up #and karen white's article about him will definitely come up #and turn all potential suitors away #also im having a writer's block #i AM STUCK TRYING TO FINISH WRITING CHAPTER 9 of this fic im writing urghhhhhhhhhhhh #david tennant #look #david tennant is a very good looking man #but if i saw Alec Hardy in real life in a universe where i dont know how DT looks like #i would look at him and scowl #“dafuq u mean he's in charge” #man cant even trim his beard or iron out his suit #also that princeloww post about the tinder convo led me up to these thoughts so thanks for that i guess #alec hardy is tumblrs resident grumpy wet cat

[rocketblasterr]

Think I might write a bakugou x reader story that starts out with them dating as teenagers, but katsuki breaks up with reader to focus on his hero work. which fast forwards where they’re now 21 and bakugou is married. They stayed friends (sort of) through out this time, cause they work close being heroes, but reader ends up getting arrested at a 'party' framed for murder.

I won’t give too much info just incase I do end up writing it, but I got the whole thing and every detail in my head… jus no motivation 💀

#writers block #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #katsuki x y/n #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou angst #fanfic ideas #it would be so angsty frrr #but I’ll give in and add fluff #jus for y’all to get hit with even worse angst then before #I WISH I COULD WRITE IT THE WAY I PLANNED

[veranone]

it's gotten to the point where if I look up "ascended Astarion" on twitter, it's mostly just people complaining about ascended Astarion fans, or being weirdly smug about how they must be sooo mad about the epilogue for him.

I will forever go the spawn route myself, but man who fucking cares how other people play their game lmao.

"It's ok to enjoy ascended Astarion, but be mindful that he's abusive and it's not the Good end" ok and why are you so pressed if someone happens to find it hot? Or if they think it's a good end for their Tav on their own *personal* playthrough? He's FAKE literally none of this matters.

#astarion #ascended astarion #“but but that one Larian writer said-” #great then don't ascend him!! why are you even engaging with the accounts of people who do instead of blocking them!!

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

I just need a character who's so exhausted/injured and so relieved to see a loved one and they go in for a hug and just crumple against the other person, passing out in their arms, that would fix me

#kee speaks #just saw a gifset of Cal and Merrin hugging and went 'this could be whumpier' and now i need it #i need to get around whatever mental block is keeping me from writing #it doesnt even feel like writers block; its some mental block that's keeping me from sitting down and tapping away at a keyboard #mentally im clawing at the walls but physically im just. here.

[xiaoriae]

*full fic is still in the drafts | pt. 3 of my gojo + celebrity au concept <3

jjk masterlist

“y/n!” he shouted from the couch.

“i am right here?”

“don’t leave me,” he whined out, kicking his feet in the air childishly.

“satoru,” you hit his back, and of course gojo dramatically lunged his whole body forward, as if he wanted to kiss the coffee table. “i am right beside you.”

“but you are not cuddling with me,” he pouted after you pulled him back so that he could seat properly beside you. “—and that is a problem.”

“nuh-uh,” you patted his exposed thigh—yes, he was in his shorts unfortunately, in which gojo instantly widened his eyes at you, giving you a bordeline confused and amused look. “sounds like a you problem to me. too bad i am the only one who could satisfy your touch-starved self.”

you were about to roll your eyes, moving forward towards him in your seat to take the remote from his grip whilst feigning ignorance to the cocky facial expression beside you. but then, before you knew it, gojo had already tackled you down onto him.

locking you down with his hold, effectively grounding you on his lap.

arms were quick to find their ways around your figure, and his chin was resting on top of your head.

he then turned on the TV, tightening his grip even further when he felt that you were flailing against him. “god,” he groaned out, and your heartbeat went through the roof. “i just need my daily dose of affections from you, angel.”

“don’t choke me for fuck’s sake, satoru. give me room to breathe,” you hit his arms repeatedly, feeling slightly dizzy that he was somewhat holding you as if his life depended on you.

“—or i am going to bite your arms.”

“oh?” gojo smiled at your non-threatening words. even with your eyes didn’t meet his, you could feel the sinister smile above you. “don’t know that you’re into that kind of shit.”

“and...” he trailed off. his now free hand—previously had already put back the remote control beside him—lifting your chin until your eyes met as he also looked down on you. despite the pain you felt on your neck and jaw for looking so up ahead just to maintain the eye contact, your breath hitched against his face as your heart accelerated to a certain speed. you were slightly terrified that you could pass out in his arms.

too much.

he was your weakness, and you thought gojo knew about this fact. this, whatever this was between the two of you, was inevitably your biggest weak point.

you could feel his everything behind you. your mind was slowly clouded with gojo as you took in all his stunning features.

too much.

“...your heartbeat is insane, just wan’ to tell you that.”

you felt flushed, hot, and all in between. too much, your mind screamed at you.

“shut the fuck up, ‘toru,” you were the first one to break the eye contact, because his gaze felt a little bit too intense for you to hold any longer.

he laughed and let your face fell down back to its resting state, chest reverberating against your back as you felt goosebumps all over your body.

“cute,” his voice came out softer than he thought it would, and so he cleared his throat.

you, on the other hand, was hanging dearly on this blurry line of friendship as you tried to calm down your racing heart and warm face. telling yourself that this was gojo, your fucking best friend of all people, it should be normal to be so flirty with each other, right?

#—rambles. #i hit writer's block in case you guys couldn't catch that (hence why i posted this little snippet) #i have 4k of words written and i think it's not even halfway yet rip #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo imagines #gojo satoru imagines

[crimson-nail]

“You will deal with this?” asks Knives, the gravity of a hundred years of failing to rely on another weighing on his voice.

“—Yes. Trust us,” Livio and Razlo reply. There’s fire in those eyes, rising to meet Knives’ intensity without an ounce of hesitation left in that molten gold — like he has waited his entire life to be asked such a question, and to be free to give such an answer to someone. “We’ll clean up these two and get the plant back to the Andron facility. She’ll be fine. We’ll take care of her.”

“...Alright.”

He smiles. It’s returned in kind, toothy and lopsided and less than an inch from his face.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” says Nai, allowing a serene expression to overtake his features, “I’m going to pass out now.”

-

finally finished up a sketch page from the monster of a fic i’ve been working on since april… i am out here being delusional ❤️

#charlie’s art #trigun maximum #spoilers technically as well since it’s a post-trimax fix it fic #sometimes therapy is running around the desert with a guy u turned into a super soldier for the holy crucade #it ain’t conventional but it sure is funny #the slowburn is catastrophically slow btw. if ur into that #it’s not even really a / fic it’s a ‘learning how to be a human being’ fic #i like the dynamic a lot. neither of them know how to exist without purpose #knivio #razknives as well #more guys in one kinda deal #fic is a little more than halfway thru and i try to update once a month #<- she is writers blocked that’s why she’s drawing #anyways. i love lr a normal amount #giving knives long curly black hair is one of the simplest small joys in life #i need to make them look like beautiful butch lesbians

[cheriepits]

cold coffee | Roommate!Vash

ao3. part 4. we’re the new romantics, baby. masterlist. 

“So,” he pauses, “should I Wolfwood this?”

“You don’t have to. We all know that Nico just wanted his tits out,” you snort, dragging the pencil to outline his leg. In a way, you’re grateful for your direction if only to save a bit of paper; because Vash moves his hands.

i.

“Hey,” Vash calls out to you softly. “Do you wanna hear Nai’s newest composition?”

You’re still watching the pancakes bubble when he hops off the counter to lean against you, hip to hip.

“Huh?” you finally respond, finishing off the last batch. “Yeah, sure.” He presses the play button, and out comes a slow, soft melody. Vash sets the phone down and turns to you, voice playful, “C’mon, it’s quite good.”

He takes your hand as you stand dumbfounded. “Let’s not waste it, love. Come dance with me.”  

“I felt braver the last time you asked me this,” you say teasingly, yet you coil your fingers through his anyway.

“Oh,” he breathes, “is the baby giraffe scared?”

“No,” you huff, “baby giraffe is fine.” You let the hand resting on his shoulder curl around his neck, thumb running slow along his nape. The last thing you see before you bury your head into his chest is his amused smile.

He still smells like sun, like your first day.

Nai’s song has a lightness to it now, with high, bright notes, shedding off an earlier sense of longing. It is nice, you reckon.

“I would never have taken your brother to be the sentimental type,” you murmur, cheek against collarbone. Of all the things you’ve heard about Nai—executive, stern older brother type, nickname: Knives—a romantic was not one of them.

“Oh, he is so the sentimental type….” Vash says, brushing his lips against the crown of your head. “And the protective type,” he continues, swaying you gently. “And the possessive type….” At this, he wriggles the fingers on your waist, and you laugh. He lets your grip fall away just for you to wrap both arms around him. Your roommate mirrors you, palms soothing at your sides.

You finish the song this way—close, breathing small breaths on his pulse point—

Noting the way his heart thunders.

(The pancakes have cooled, but you still shoo away his hands when he starts to move them to the table. You pick a stem from the vase of pea flowers, rinsing them clean.

“Wait,” you say, “wait.” Carefully, you place a small bloom onto each plate.)

ii.

You bring up anatomy practice once, disclosing that it’s been a while and that you’re working towards realism more and more these days.

Wolfwood immediately volunteers as a model, unprompted, and Vash, to his left, protests.

“You’ve already seen these babies,” he gestures toward the obscene amount of skin exposed by his button-down, “what more about the rest?”

“Ey, Wolfwood!” Vash jabs his side harshly. “No one wants to see that!”

In the same breath, you quip, “Actually, next Saturday would work.”

They both look at you; one slack-jawed, the other equipped with a wolfish grin.

iii.

It ends up like this: the windows open, Wolfwood smoking in his seat. He’s shirtless, wearing only a silver cross around his neck and black linen pants cropped at his ankles.

“You getting all of this?” His eyes flit over to you, maintaining his posture outside of the occasional cigarette drag.

“Yup,” you respond. Your brows furrowed in concentration to get the light just right, to make sure his body doesn’t look hyperextended, but most of all, to do justice to his skin. Nico is beautiful, all corded muscles under deep caramel. He’s got freckles on his face and along his chest that blend a little too well with the rest of him, but you note them anyway—tiny, imperceptible dots on canvas.

You barely hear from Vash this afternoon; you figure that he’s too engrossed in the new video game he and Meryl are playing, but he looks over often enough with big, aquamarine blue eyes that look like the most delicate glass under the sun.

iv.

“I want to draw you.” There’s a pout in your voice. You watch his shoulders tense before they shake from laughter, a sheepish smile appearing on his face.

“Didn’t you get enough practice with Nico?”

No, you think.

“I wanted you, Vash.” There’s that damn pout in your voice again.

You hope to God it works. And it does—with the way he peels himself off the couch, padding lightly towards the ill-balanced stool in front of your canvas. You forgo the paint this time, lifting the easel to the left and picking up your drawing pad off the floor. You itch to get your hands on graphite again; like soot, on the pads of your fingers; like soot, along the soft swell of your palm. Thank you, Vash, you say, a little delicately. He slumps forward, straddling the seat and planting both palms between his thighs, fingers, flesh and metal, curled over the lip of the seat.

The back of his shirt has ridden, line marks to the beginning of deep scars appearing along the trim line of his waist. You’ve caught glimpses of them before, from his short sleeves, his workout clothes, when he stretches, reaching for the top shelves. Like usual, your eyes zone in on them like a string pulled taunt. You’re hungry in a different way, you think. You want your hands on him. You settle for this: starting from a lower vantage point, scar-first.

Vash notices. “I know…I’m not the prettiest.” He’s apologetic. For what?

“You’re plenty—” gorgeous, you want to say. You clear your throat, “You have nothing to worry about, Vash…” You look up to meet his eyes and shoot him a small smile.

“So,” he pauses, “should I Wolfwood this?”

“You don’t have to. We all know that Nico just wanted his tits out,” you snort, dragging the pencil to outline his leg. In a way, you’re grateful for your direction if only to save a bit of paper; because Vash moves his hands. Vash moves his shirt up and up until it’s over his head, mussing up his hair, and tossed aside. Vash moves his hands—behind him, pressing his chest forward.

“Like this?” he asks, but you don’t hear him. Your heart is in your throat. It booms everywhere.

You know deep in your gut that there’s a story here. Every scar tissue, every cruel imperfection rooted into his body. You want to weep, your bones suddenly heavy. You can’t imagine what it must have been for him.

“Oh, Vash—” you run towards him, notebook forgotten, tool clattering on the floor. “Sweetheart…who did this to you?” You take his face in your hands, but your gaze is trained over the poorly-healed wound too too close to his heart. An anguished noise leaves you, and before you know it, your vision blurs, barely seeing the way his lips move to comfort you.

“Hey, hey,” Vash utters, like the beginning of a prayer. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’m alright. You know this.”

You have me. You have me, he incants. One hand wraps around your wrist while the other cups your cheek. Tears catch at his fingers from where he holds you, and you’re piteously hiccuping when he tries to joke.

“I’d have preferred, you know, maybe tears of joy over seeing me nearly naked…” he drawls, biting his lip. He tilts his head in your grasp to press his lips into your palm. “I’m sorry I made you upset. Let’s settle down over there and let me get you some water, yeah?”

He tries to move, but you keep him still. “Vash.” Your throat feels raw just saying it. Your vision clears, and you see him—his open, trusting eyes, the resolute line of his mouth. The still mussed hair. You remember his flowers and the cold coffees he drinks when he gets home, not having had the time to do so at the clinic. You remember the easy way he takes care of Wolfwood and Meryl, how he makes those hangover cures and buys favorite teas.

You watch the sun cast a shadow on half of his face, but the luster of his lips stays. Fuck it, you think to yourself.

v.

You kiss him, this boy who gives. He roots.

#wake up besties there's a new roommate vash #roommate!vash #bash.wr #bash.wr.coldcoffee #don't even talk to me about the massive writer's block i've had the past three weeks #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun stampede #trigun fic #nicholas d. wolfwood #meryl stryfe #million knives #nai #trigun au #vash fanfiction #vash the stampede fanfiction #vash x you

[albatris]

hi everyone. I'm still not done being hype over the fact that I finished a novel draft. and I will not shut up about it

#remember when i was depressed as hell and thought id never get anywhere with any of my work and #remember my eight year long ''writers block'' #remember how miserable i was #this is such a monumental achievement for me it is the beginning of a new era my friends. #I'm feelin some sorta way about it I'll tell you that #literally like two years ago i couldnt even imagine being where i am now #keep goin bitch!!!!!!