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#writer's block ramblings
radley-writes · 8 months
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My enjoyment of writing, my productivity, and the quality of my work improved tenfold when I started embracing slumps and taking them as an opportunity to read everything I could get my hands on, watch lots of films and shows, go to the theatre, play games, hang out with friends, visit new places, and generally absorb life and marinate my brain in the art of storytelling.
Take from that what you will.
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heartelysia · 3 months
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busy thinking of...
toxic ex! gojo who only broke up with you because he needed to move on! at least he thought he did until you did move on without him, leaving him in the dust. he tries his best to forget about you! he really does, sinking his head into his palms the same way hes sinking his cock into the girl below him. but nothing feels good, nothing can make the aching emptiness in his chest go away, not if its not you.
god he didnt even notice how intoxicated he was with you until you left. you were everything he needed to fucking survive and you just up and left like your three year long relationship was nothing? toxic ex! gojo who will do anything for you back, buying a cup of overpriced coffee at your regular place just to bump heads with you every single day, buying you random flowers and leaving them in your break room of your workplace, texting you non stop even when you blocked most of his accounts.
toxic ex! gojo whos anger boils in the pit of his stomach when you rejected all of his advances, blaming you for all wrongdoings because this would've never happened if you loved him more! he would've mever broken up with you, he wouldnt have to go to the earths ledge for a tiny spark in your 'relationship', he would never have to end up with a fucking restraining order.
hes mad. hes mad that you moved on, hes angry that you left him without begging to stay together, hes furious that your life isn't in shambles. toxic ex! gojo needs you dependant on him, he cant just have you wandering off to another person so easily next time. so he does what any sane person does and stalks you from a distance until the restraining order expires, watching your life unfold in his hollow blue eyes.
dear lord knows how many things toxic ex! gojo has done to try and forget you but nothing seemed to work! from getting into multiple relationships, getting a brand new job in an area he has no experience in to travelling the world, yet everything he did seemed to remind him of your sweet smile.
as any other human being would do, as soon as the document hits its end, he shreds it up and makes his way to your home. you seemed too happy, forgetting about your ex entirely, getting random flings, meeting some new dude called toji, going on dates with said man. toxic ex! gojo couldnt allow that, you were his. you were his property even if you didnt know it and gojo didnt like sharing his property with others.
toxic ex! gojo who couldnt help but notice how many of your flings resembled him, personality or appearance wise, there was always something similar to your ex. that was until toji came into the picture, he was nothing like gojo and your ex felt his veins bulge in irritation. he was your first everything - from hand holding, kissing, picnic dates to sex - so you should still be with him!
he needed you back, he needed you to crawl back to him and plead for forgiveness but that never came. toxic ex! gojo who would break into your apartment when youre on dates with the new man, scoffing when he realizes you still left a spare copy of the keys behind the painting hanging above your door. god you were so easy. when hes inside your apartment, hes hit with the fattest wave of nostalgia.
he instantly heads into your shabby room that gojo stayed in whenever, inhaling the scent of your sweetness like it was an addictive drug. he swears theres a hint of his musk but it might just be someone elses considering its been two years. toxic ex! gojo didnt like that. he fucking hated that idea.
maybe thats how he ended up here, his voice whiny and airy as he desperately humps your pillow as he shoves his nose into the area where it covered your cunt. his poor cock was aching, his tip a burning red colour as the veins running down his thick cock throbbed each time he took a whiff of your panties. god he was so needy, after months of being unable to reach a satisfactory climax, just the feeling of rutting his hips into your pillow that you used daily made precum dribble out of his cock in buckets.
whilst youre happily on the date with toji, gojo is busy having seconds by staining any and all surface in his cum discreetly. he thinks hes never came this much just from masturbating, his balls wrung dry to the core just by the memory of your sweet cunt sloppily making a mess all over his balls and pelvis.
but when the front door of your apartment creaks open, gojo freezes, unable to hide the initial shock on his face. why were your sobs filling the silence?
part 2
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varyathevillain · 1 year
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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.
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lyralit · 2 years
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if you don't know what to write, write for yourself.
write a story you would read but haven't seen yet; write people you would find interesting but have not met yet; write a place you would visit but hasn't been discovered it.
write for yourself.
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dreamkidddream · 1 year
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Imagine how soft Lucifer would get if he woke up to MC looming over him and peppering his face with endless kisses. He'd melt into a happy little demon puddle while they tell him about all the little things he does that make them fall in love with him harder.
He'd spend the day grinning like a fool and making dumb little mistakes like walking into doors or overfilling his coffee cup because he's distracted.
Time to bring back soft!luci hours 😌 reader is gender neutral!
The brothers were wary of Lucifer this morning, and more than usual.
His smile was far too content this early- Hell, it was weird to even see a smile from him! They know that he’s not a morning demon, but to see him so wide awake and happy about was…unsettling.
They never knew of the special wake-up call you gave him. How you softly peppered his face with kisses, not even missing his scrunched nose or the lids of his tightly shut eyes. How gentle you caressed his cheeks while whispering how much you love him and all that he means to you.
It took all that was in him to get out of bed- even if the reason were to merely meet and return your kisses.
But his brothers or anyone else weren’t aware of that, and it only made them more leery of him. To have such a bright aura surrounding him was something everyone should be fearing- especially when he was making such simple mistakes. Signing paperwork in the wrong spot, knocking over his coffee, even finding himself being pranked by the Anti-Lucifer League.
Satan couldn’t even find it in himself to laugh or gloat in Lucifer’s mishaps because of how he wasn’t even affected by them. It left him and Belphie baffled when he just shook it off and continue smiling as if nothing happened.
While Lucifer was somewhat aware of people actively avoiding him, he welcomed it, and hoped that it continued for the rest of the day and throughout the night.
Because it meant that you could continue your session from this morning uninterrupted- and he wants to return the favor as soon as he could.
He wants you to know just how much you’re loved by him, and how much he keeps falling for you even more as each day passes.
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qcomicsy · 24 days
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I have the controversial opinion that maybe, just maybe we stop wanting to go after people with pitchforks for getting characters wrong and not reading the comics inviting them to easy and accessible ways of and making our own content with comic accurate representation
people might feel less anxious about starting comics and misinformation won't spread as easily
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maehemthemisfit · 1 year
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writers: writes a parahraph
also writers: alright, time to go on hiatus. I'll see you all in 4 to 6 months!
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budugu · 8 months
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Sometimes you just need to write a story where you love your next door neighbour since you were in highschool but he doesn't like you and you guys are enemies to everyone around you but he secretly loves you and adores you but he can't be with you because he has secrets SECRETS which no one knows and he can't tell anyone. One day you finally have enough of it and bury your love for him deep inside your heart. You're just done with the drama. You can't keep waiting for him to change his tune even after you have given him multiple clues on multiple occasions and have even made sure he knew about your feelings. It's time to move on and find your own happiness, right? So, you go out there, ready to mingle, and guess what? His sister, out of nowhere, becomes your bestie and love-life coach.Yup, you heard that right. She sets you up on dates, gives you pep talks, and basically becomes your partner in crime as you navigate the dating world. And weirdly, it's working. You're starting to feel good about yourself, getting over that unreciprocated love, and living life on your own terms. Meanwhile, your brooding neighbor, THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE is still dealing with his own mess. He's quietly watching you from the shadows, kicking himself for not giving you a chance and for not spilling his guts. There's a lot of pining because SECRETS . He sees you moving on, and it's like a wakeup call. He knows he needs to deal with his past and come clean, but he's not sure if you'll even be around by the time he sorts himself out.
Time keeps ticking, and you're out there, living your best life. Making new friends, going on dates, and basically rocking it. You're growing, changing, and this neighbor guy, he can't help but notice AND HIS FREAKING DAMN SISTER IS HELPING YOU OUT because the poor dear has no clue about either of your feelings.
There's hands that flex and Jaws that clench and eyes that glare !
But guess what? Fate's got some tricks up its sleeve. Secrets have a way of spilling out, and emotions have a way of getting real. Sooner or later, the truth's gonna hit the fan. SECRETS GOTTA COME OUT . PINING GOT TO STOP . TENSION NEEDS TO BE BROKEN RIGHT?
RIGHT ?
RIGHT ?
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steveshairychest · 10 months
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"Love is a curse."
His mother had spat the words down into her glass of wine when Steve was 14, just after he admitted to having a crush on a girl in his class. He never mentioned loving her. He'd only spoken to her a few times and he thought the way she smiled and twirled her hair was cute. He'd hoped his mother would share in his excitement; it was his first real crush, after all.
But she wouldn't even look at him. She scowled down into her emptying glass and said. "Don't waste your time, Steven."
Steve should have expected as much from her, she's always been a bitter, sad woman. Every night she stumbled around the house, glass of wine in one hand, a cigarette in the other, as she listed off all the things she could be doing if she hadn't fallen in love with his dad, if she hadn't of had Steve.
"Love ruined me." She'd wail and whine, the sound echoing around the house and reaching Steve in his room.
He never understood how she could hate love so much.
All the stories he's read and movies he's watched all depict love as this bright, wondrous thing, not as the dark, soul crushing beast his mother depicts it as. Love is supposed to be soft and sweet, it's supposed to be gentle touches and shy smiles, it's first dates and first kisses. It's everything Steve wants.
He wants so badly to be in love, to be loved, to prove his mother wrong.
He knows that when he finally falls in love, it will be the best thing that's ever happened to him and he'll be able to look his mother in the eye and say, "You were wrong."
Except, years later, Steve finally learns that she wasn't wrong. It is a curse. It sinks its dark claws into you and rips you apart when you least expect it.
Steve comes to realise this in the upside down. He finally understands that love hurts. It rips you apart and leaves you dry heaving up parts of your heart. It makes you cradle someone you love, someone you thought you would have a life with, in your arms as they bleed out everywhere. "Eddie, no, please." His heart is in sharp little pieces as he rocks Eddie's lifeless body, bits of his broken heart stab him from within and cause him to scream and shout and beg whatever god that was listening to fix this, to bring his friend, his love, back. But no one is listening.
He never thought love would hurt like this, never thought he'd feel the ache his mother wailed about.
Never thought he'd agree with her.
But he whispers the same words she'd spat at him all those years ago to himself days later as he watches the empty coffin slowly lower into the ground.
"Love is a curse."
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manufacturedrainbows · 11 months
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POV You're writing dialogue for a character that's smarter than you
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xiaoriae · 8 months
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*full fic is still in the drafts | pt. 3 of my gojo + celebrity au concept <3
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“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?
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forestshadow-wolf · 6 months
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When soap and ghost first entered their relationship it was rocky to say the least
And by the least I mean there was one point where they'd gotten into a fight. Soap ended up on top and was just pummeling ghost's mask. Punch after punch after punch. His knees pinned ghost's arms to his sides, and just went ham.
Ghost got free by swinging a leg up and around soap's torso and cranking him off in an impressive show of strength and flexibility. Soap struggled out from underneath him, and they were back at it again. Both snarling at eachother.
By the time Price and Gaz and a load of other soldiers managed to pry them apart neither of them even remembered what had started the fight, just that if made anger burn hot in their bellies.
Price forced them to medical after that (obviously). Soap came out with a broken nose, 3 broken bones in his hand, bruised ribs, and a shit ton of other bruises.
Ghost came out with a broken nose, minor lacerations around his eyes and on the bridge of his nose (from the mask), a black eye, 2 broken ribs, and bruised knuckles.
Price had half a mind to diacharge the right then and there. Instead he put them on lav duty together for three months, no mussions, and under the condition that if the did that again he'll make them wish he'd discharged them
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sky-squido · 6 months
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i, like every other fic author in existence, love getting comments from people who enjoyed my work. i don't care if your comment is "late" (that's so weird to me like it's literature—do you apologize to homer for being late to reading the odyssey?) or "unintelligible" (late night commenters, english language learners, people who feel like they "just aren't that good with words", believe me, i entirely understand what you mean and appreciate it immensely), or anything else that you feel might make your comment 'not good enough'. i love all of the comments i receive and i am eternally grateful to all of you for your continued support.
and yeah, i've read fics where i felt like adding a comment would be doing the fic a disservice because there was nothing that could be said that wouldn't cheapen or patronize the magnum opus i'd just witnessed. in instances like this, that is exactly what i say in the comment: "there's nothing i can say that doesn't do this work of art a disservice. thank you for writing this."
actually, now that i think about it, there are a bunch of ao3 comments i've gotten that i still haven't replied to because i felt any thanks i could give would be inadequate. i should really get around to replying because i want them to know how spellbound they left me. i love you all, have i ever mentioned that?
all of that being said, i would like to make a public service announcement!
at least under default settings, ao3 authors do get notified every time you edit a comment. i've accidentally hit send too early before, or realized i forgot something i wanted to say, i get it, i really do. i have edited many comments in my day.
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but you don't have to do this. really, it's okay. most of the time i honestly can't tell what the difference is. i'm not going to think worse of you for having typos in your comments because i guarantee that there were more in the fic you just read sfkljghsl
also these edits were over the course of twenty full minutes. i got another email while writing this post and had to update the image. please do not spend 20 minutes agonizing over your comment and changing the capitalization and adding a few words. it's okay, i promise. i love your comment, and i'm very very grateful for it, regardless of how "polished" it is. i'm not your english teacher in disguise.
tl;dr, i love you all and i hope you don't feel anxiety or a compulsion towards perfectionism in my ao3 comments section. i won't judge you, i promise <3
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Similar vein to my last post abt Cherri but several arguments between Velvette and Valentino have def been escalated to violence by her calling him a boomer-
The first time it happened Val went to Vox to complain abt being called a boomer, but Vox's Great Depression ass did NOT get it at first bcuz he had somehow managed to avoid hearing it, so he responded to Val's rants with "you are a boomer tho"(Val died around the 80s and seems to be in his 30s? So that means he would've been born in the 50s, which is boomer generation) and that sent Val off the fucking DEEP END. Conversation ended with the two entering onna their "off" phases and tbh it was probably in the top 10 worst "break ups" they've ever had
Afterward Vox went to Velvette to try and get her to explain why the fuck Val was so mad about being a boomer but she withheld that information because she thought it was way funnier if he didn't know, so he ended up having to Voogle it smh
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purrfectlycontent · 1 year
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thinking about that storm bringer scene where dazai caught chuuya as he fell from the sky
After limply floating in the air for a few seconds, the wings on Chuuya's back vanished, and he slowly began to fall.
Until Dazai caught him.
Dazai's ability to nullify skills activated the moment he touched Chuuya. The self-contradicting skill, which was supporting the energy of the singularity, started to retrogress, weakening the singularity's output. It wasn't long before it returned to its normal state, and the Gate closed. The crimson runes covering Chuuya's entire body slithered away. Eventually, even the gravitational field vanished as well, returning everything to still silence.
"Sleep well, Chuuya" Dazai faintly smiled at him. "I forgot to bring a pen with me, so I won't draw on your face this time. You're welcome."
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mochiwrites · 16 days
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since it seems like it's something I'm properly doing now, uh. for the songbird enjoyers out there... I'm going to be taking down the latest songbird fic "diggin' up hatchets" because I'm not really happy with how it's coming out so far, and I'd like to rework the start of arc 3. really sorry to anyone who liked the fic 😔
however, most of the lore introduced in the fic is still canon in case anyone is wondering. it'll still be important to the story, I'll just be introducing it in different places, probably
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