#writers block is kicking my ass

[damp-gravelove]

I like to think that Julia in the Toxicule would also be weirdly obsessive but not in any outwardly aggressive way, just kinda like “Hey Ashley! Are you sure you wanna try that flavor of ice cream? On Thursday the seventh of last month at 7:46 pm while you were sitting on the couch you talked about how you find pistachio flavored stuff gross and I looked into this place’s flavors and that one has a pistachio ice cream base!”

Ashley and Andrew are like “… Our Love what are you talking about?” And she’ll do the same with Andrew too, just somehow having every word said ever memorized. At first it weirds the two out before they go “Okay she agreed to join an incest polycule I guess there had to be something going on.”

They end up kinda finding it hot, Ashley especially is like “ohhhh she remembered such a small but meaningful detail I can’t not let her fuck me”. Julia is completely normal aside from this.

Basically this image:

#apologies I’m still not really writing #writers block is kicking my ass #grub speaks #the Toxicule #the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #ashley graves #andrew graves #tcoaal julia #andrew x ashley #ashley x andrew #shipcest #gravecest #coffincest #proshipper safe #proshippers please interact #andrew x julia #julia x andrew #julia x ashley #ashley x julia #Andrew x Julia x Ashley #Toxicule

[writingwarden]

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Male!Reader

TW- Being stabbed, blood, canon typical violence

Word Count- 1.2k

Prompt- "Can someone make the ground stop moving?"

Warden Writing Masterlist💚

[CALLSIGN- HYPNO]

[A/N- Need more Gaz/Male Readers fr]

“Pushing into the office now.” You shout into your mic, hands numb from the cold air of winter and the constant shaking of your rifle as enemy after enemy fell in your path. 

The warehouse finally clear of hostiles as you rush up the metal stairs to the top floor. Adrenaline courses through you and the rusted metal door slams open under the force of your shoulder. Two men turn to you with their guns raised but you’re faster. You’re moving before the bodies hit the ground. Kicking the door shut behind you to hopefully buy yourself some time.

The 141 had been tracking this part of a terrorist cell for months after a series of arsons and murders that were too similar to ignore. This was it. There is chatter over the comms as you flip through manilla folders. The words between Price and Gaz don’t register as you shove everything that looks of importance into your backpack. The computer screen flashes in the corner of your vision. The laptop and its intel were the target.

The computer sat on the metal table surrounded by folders and scattered maps now splattered with blood.

You turn and hunch over the computer to begin your work. Attaching the flash drive as you start to scour through enemy files. Anxiety grips you as numbers and names fill the screen. Targets, dates, weapons manifests, it was all here. In the back of your mind you scold the enemy for making such important information so easily accessible. Your team would smoke you if you had ever left something like this so carelessly in the open. 

Footsteps thunder across the floor below your position. The files were nowhere close to being finished, you would have to hold this position until they were. This was information that you could not afford to lose. 

Down to your last mag and you would need that for your escape to the evac. You let loose an annoyed groan and raise your hand to the radio on your vest. “Hypno to Bravo-Six, I’m cornered in the office, gonna need some backup.” 

There is a moment of silence before Price’s voice crackles through, “We can’t son, they’ve got us bogged down near the trucks.” Shit. 

Grabbing the laptop off the table and sitting it carefully on the ground; you crouch behind the table and prop the rifle on top. Taking in a deep breath as the door bursts open. Three men rush in, carelessly firing off shots in your direction. When you squeeze the trigger the first man goes down smoothly, falling into the one behind him. 

This gives you just enough time to fire at the fumbling enemy soldier, the second man falls just as the first. Blood coating the concrete floor. 

The third man’s bullets pelt the table and ground around you. Curling into yourself as the bullets fly so close you feel the heat on your skin. One successfully grazing your upper arm as you attempt to fire again. 

Sending up every curse in your mind as your gun jams. Moving quickly to unsheath the knives on your belt as the barrage of bullets stops and you hear the click of an empty gun. Not letting him get the time to reload you jump the table and send a knife flying. The man screams, dropping his gun and reaching for the knife now lodged in between his shoulder and throat.

As you watch in disbelief the man rips the blade from his skin, not hesitating to charge at you. Swinging upwards to block his swing, knocking his arm down and away from your face. But the man doesn’t give up. He instead stabs downwards. Your own knife now embedded in your thigh as the one in your hand sinks into the man's chest.

The man slumps forward, forcing the knife further into his chest. A wheezing sound punched from his chest. Blood trickles down coating your glove as you push him back. The body hits the ground with a heavy thunk, dragging the knife in your leg downwards. The knife tears through the skin as it clatters on the concrete. 

Ignoring the tingling sensation and heat quickly spreading through your leg, a pop up on the computer's screen draws your attention. A text message? No, A full conversation was being typed out before your eyes.

BREACH- They’re SAS.

BREACH- What do you want us to do?

The most recent message is what sends you into motion. Grabbing the now complete flash drive and shoving it into your front pocket. Slinging your bag over your shoulders and sprinting out the door, jumping over the dead. 

ATLAS- Burn it down.

Blood pumping in your ears as you run. The wooden crates that had provided you cover were now burning. Flames spread to everything as you rush across the warehouse floor. Smoke threatens to choke you as you reach the loading dock doors. 

Jumping off the platform results in your legs giving from under you and you slide across the icy asphalt. You can’t stop here, scrambling to your unsteady feet you stumble forward. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you run for the trees. Branches tug at your clothes and snow seeps into your boots. 

Shouldering through the brush reveals the team standing surrounded by dead soldiers. Blood staining the clean white snow. Your sudden appearance has them raising their guns at you before recognition sets in. 

“Bloody hell Hypno.” Price says, stepping in your direction. 

You shuffle forward, the blood covering you growing cold while heat continues to spread down your leg. A look crosses the two men's faces as you get closer. 

“Where’s that blood coming from?” Gaz’s eyes frantically comb over your form. The pair stands in front of you, why were they blurry?

Your vision swims as you turn to face Price, ignoring Gaz’s question. “Captain, they're… Oh shit can someone make the ground stop moving.” Your knees buckle and then your face is slamming into the hard snow. A searing pain shoots from your leg through your body on impact. 

Despite the freezing temperatures there's sweat on your brow. Hands are on you then you're facing the sky, a panicked looking Gaz pressing his hands to the bleeding wound. His mouth is moving but the words don’t reach your ears. 

Lifting your gloved hand to his arm makes him look at you, then your eyes close.

… … … … … … … 

“Doctor is saying that it barely missed your femoral artery.” Gaz sits beside your hospital bed. His hands are wrapped around your own as he places a kiss on your palm. 

You had woken up in a haze, bright lights blinding you before you realized where you were. According to Gaz you had only been out for around seven hours after arriving back at base. The trucks had been set ablaze so your team had to be airlifted out of there. 

Other than the stab wound you had several bruises and were borderline hypothermic. 

You smile at him, “Yeah well, you should have seen the other guy.” Gaz lightly smacks your chest, clearly not amused with your joke. 

“Remind me why I’m dating your dumbass.” He says with a straight face, trying not to smile. 

“Because of my handsome face.” you reply with an equally straight face but can’t help it and a wide grin splits across your face. Gaz looks away and shakes his head but you can see the corners of his mouth upturned. He turns back to you and leans in, placing a quick kiss on your lips. 

“Sure, we’ll go with that.”

[A/N- Sorry if this seems off, trying to push through a very tough writer's block. Feedback and Reblogs are always encouraged!]

#kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz x reader #gaz x reader #gaz garrick #gaz x male reader #male reader #x male reader #call of duty fanfiction #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #captain john price #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty fanfic #writers block is kicking my ass

[httpsleclerc]

Decide My Next Fic!

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #formula 1 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #mick schumacher #writers block is kicking my ass

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

I feel like I’m tightrope walking sanity. I’m either gonna start writing psychology papers or Franz Kafka type poetry.

(I’ve been writing so long that words no longer look real and my characters are collecting trauma like pokemon so the angst is angsting like a mentally ill poets journal)

#random #fic writer #i’m procrastinating #i should sleep #the angst is angsting #what do you mean it’s been 15 hours since I looked up for anything other than my laptop charger? #I still haven’t finished the next chapter of Leon’s willing and unwilling treason #I swear I’m working on it #writers block is kicking my ass #i don’t know how to tag this #merlin fanfic

[baldval]

there's this one ask thats nsfw dark velvette that i just love so much. i have the whole thing made up in my head i just cant seem to write it 😭

#kill me #writers block is kicking my ass #hazbin hotel

[janenthusiast]

Sorry for the lack of posts! Here's a picture to hold you over while I cook up something :)) I think it might be worth the wait, even if my writing skills are a little rusty

I like this picture a lot for some reason! Not because Wayne slapped Jan's hand away (get away from my skull!!) but I like the filter on it and there's some details you can't usually see!! Like Wayne's undershirt and the ties on Jan's vest (the black string thing right under the collar of her shirt) :)) Another thing is the color change of Wayne's pants, probably because darker colors absorb more light, and it looks like they're in a decently hot area during the nature scenes in Jeffy the Sea Serpent!! Also, Wayne eating a plant, for your consideration --

#i'm totally not writing a fanfic or anything #okay i'm lying #jan skylar #wayne skylar #tim and eric #married news #writers block is kicking my ass

[controld3vil]

Hello! I love your dune!actor scenarios. I was wondering if you could do a kind-of continuation based off the sand walking scenario you did, where timothee and reader were talking about finding the right dance partner?

i totally would, unfortunately i can’t think of anything continuing the scenario 😭 if you could give me some ideas, i would gladly hear them out!! initially i wanted to leave it off like that because the third film was not confirmed yet (but now it is 🙂‍↕️)

#kiri’s inbox #writers block is kicking my ass #it’s like birdwatching i stare into the void of interviews

[majorproblems77]

Oh man I love it when writer's block has you in such a choke hold you can't get more than 5 words down before you rethink all your story choices.

So progress on my new stuff is going slow....

#ramble corner with major #writers block is kicking my ass #le sigh #i want to finish this chapter of metamorphosis so bad I've got stuff planned but I've got to get this world building done first #The one shots aint going much better #got one in the works that im so excited about but I just can't look at it #Screaming into the void #i have ideas but i cant put them downnnnnn #advice for writer's block is very much appreciated my normal tactics ain't working

[sanriovin]

writers block

writers block is such a bitch, like, what the fuck am i meant to be doing, like, i want to write, and i have ideas, but as soon as i sit down to write, i have no idea how to start or continue, and my fucking concentration and patience disappear into thin air

like, i have so many started projects, with no motivation to finish. i remember once for an assignment i was literally sobbing because i had no motivation to finish but had to finish.

can i also just say that i love rambling on about shit, like, it's an amazing life skill of mine, but as soon as it comes to people in real life, i am absolutely done for, i cannot present in front of people for the life of me.

also, it's my birthday in like 6 days 😻😻

i remember i tried to melt sugar once and instead, i burnt both the sugar, and myself. and i remember one time i was drinking hibiscus tea in a rented apartment which had white carpets, i spilt it. it stained. i got yelled for at that, thankfully, with some offbrand carpet cleaner, it got out.

i was reading gojo smut the other day, and i found this juicy one, i think i forgot to like it though, which is so annoying, because, what if i want to go back to it? hm? HM?

i should probably stop, anyway, the message of this post is to say my writer's block is absolutely killing me 😛😛😛

(also, if it's not obvious, i LOVE pink so much, pink is to die for)

#writers block is a bitch #writers block is kicking my ass #writers block is killing me #writers block needs to piss off #i have ideas to write #sanriovin

[1-800-zmbiegrl]

Nature

Sunbeams shine in those gemstone eyes,

all those beautiful hues in nature’s spotlight.

Even the sun can’t take its eyes of you.

Prickly grass brushes the bottom of my feet,

my voice hurts from laughing so hard,

sprinting through fields with you is worth the harsh burn running through my lungs

As i lean against an old wise tree, holding your hand in mine, i’m five again, my only worry in the world is how hot the sun is.

#bye i haven’t posted in so long #writers block is kicking my ass #writing love poems about literally no one LET ME DREAM #original poem #poetry #short poem #love poem #poetic #writing #poets on tumblr #writers and poets

[marina-stan-fo-lifers]

new mood boards- Maya and Carina, band AU

#writers block is kicking my ass #carina deluca #maya bishop #station 19 fanfiction #mood boards instead of fics #Once again writers block is kicking my asssss #big oof

[danicamaximoff]

new chapter for pretend to be nice is coming out soon, my family is visiting and ive been in the worst mood so i struggled finding time to write 😭😭

#txt #danicamaximoff #writers block is kicking my ass

[thatsit-thatsthepost]

you ever rewatch a show?? and realise that the ficlet you wrote the first time was actually really good? so you post it to ao3 with minimal editing?

ya me too - i don’t know anything (but i know i miss you) now up on ao3 for all my daybreak friends <3

#do not expect a lot more daybreak content tho #I am just reading old/unposted fics of mine to try and inspire myself #writers block is kicking my ass #the bapo hyperfix is still going strong!! but yeah. i miss daybreak #fics-ation nation #shameless self promo #daybreak netflix #watch it if you haven’t/need something kinda cringe but in a (mostly) fun way to run in the background

[discordsmuse]

God I need more art of Morrigan and Raphael or I'm going to go insane,,,BRB going to try and draw this week

#writers block is kicking my ASS

[faefictions]

IF ANYONE HAS ANY FLUFF/ANGST EDDIE REQUESTS PLS SEND THEM MY WAY. I NEED TO GET MY GEARS TURNING

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #writers block is kicking my ass

[sanorios]

Thinking about doing more twt links

#writers block is kicking my ass #pio talks