#blue's writing struggles

[fudgelling-away]

It's one of those days

Sans.

Sans.

sans sans sans

I wake up, mind foggy and disoriented. I go about my morning routine on autopilot. Empty eyes. Blank expression. Mind far away.

Sans.

Sans squirms under the covers, nuzzling into the warmth of my body.

I brush my teeth, unseeing eyes locked onto a random spot on the sink.

Sans lets out a low grunt and I growl, clenching my teeth on the toothbrush, foam all over my mouth.

How fitting.

I wash my face with shaky hands while Sans arches against my body in the most delicious way.

My hands trace his lumbar vertebrae, edges rounded and soft. He's such a gentle, non-threatening creature. Nothing about his body is harsh to the touch. No sharp angles. Nothing to attack with. No armour. Just inviting softness.

He is so human in that regard.

I rub the intervertebral discs with the tips of my fingers and feel the jelly-like surface yield under the careful pressure. His breath hitches and he whispers my name.

I sigh and start making tea, walking around the kitchen in a haze. My shift at work starts in 10 minutes.

Sans whines ever so softly as my hand reaches inside his hollow ribcage, caressing, massaging the warm bones.

I stop in the middle of the kitchen, spilled tea trickling down my arm onto the floor.

I watch the droplets fall.

Smooth bones shiver under my fingers.

I put the glass back on the counter and turn around lethargically to get some paper towels.

Teeth pressed against my lips. Ragged breath.

Sugar. I need to get a soap. Or the floor is going to be sticky.

"please, just... please"

The floor tiles are cold and smooth when I kneel down.

I can't see my kitchen anymore.

Sans leans into my hand needily as I wipe the sweat off his forehead.

It's going to be a torturously long day.

#I am struggling #send Sans #send help #you've just made me finish that piece of writing with your yummy art #yes you #you know who you are and I bet you feel guilty now #'cause you should #look what you've done #GIVE ME THE SQUISHY CHUBBY BABY BOY #ALERT: feral Fudge on the loose #DO NOT APPROACH while wearing a blue hoodie and/or pink slippers #but if she sees you: #RUN #sansnomaly #sans x reader #sans x self insert #suggestive #cw suggestive #my writing

[mrpsychokiller]

tex red vs blue is insanely transgender but im the only one who sees it that way because im crazy in the head.

what if there was a past version of yourself. a woman, a wife, a mother, with long hair and a sweet smile. and she died long ago. and you are her. but you are not her. you're nothing like her, but the people who knew her desperately want you to be her, want to preserve the memory they have in their minds of the woman they loved through you. but you never asked to be her, never asked to carry the burden of someone else's expectation of who or what you should be. you have a new name. you prefer to go by this one. people remark on how weird it is that it's a guy's name. sometimes the people who loved [the past version of] you call you by your old name. they are not referring to you when they say it. you live in the shadows of someone who's long gone, and you're something different now, but you don't feel like you're ever allowed to define yourself on your own terms, to be your own person, to control your own life, because you exist solely through the memories people had of you. and the longer she has been gone for, the more desperately people try to get her back, the less you resemble her and the less you know who you are, or if you ever even got to be anything at all. what i mean is that transition could have saved him

#🧃 #rvb #red vs blue #DONT ask me why i got up in a cold sweat at 7 am with thoughts on tex red vs blue. i miss her so bad #anyways i do think if anyone in rvb could ever be actually trans coded (which nobody is because theyre created by fucking rooster teeth) #its gotta be tex #but because i know a trans subtext couldnt ever possibly be intentional i also think tex is a fascinating subject on the #''dead wife'' trope and the way stories like this treat female characters #and how tex's existence somehow seems surprisingly self aware as she actively rejects being the Dead Wife #and its brought to attention how existing solely as the angst memories men had of their dead wives #actively denies her of agency as a person inside the narrative #but also more generally denies dead wife characters agency in any narrative theyre written on #tex's struggles as a character inside her narrative are also the struggles of fridged/killed off female characters outside their narratives #on a meta textual level by being written by men in male centered stories who dont allow the women they write to exist as people #tex is a fascinating character and i am fucking furious she exists in a that stupid ass show. ill save you girl. ill take you out of there

[iris-drawing-stuff]

Sometimes I just get the most nonsensical crossover ideas.

Doki Doki Literature Club! Milgram Edition

Does this make sense? No.

Was it fun to draw? Yes!

And that's what's important!

#milgram #mikoto kayano #haruka sakurai #shidou kirisaki #fuuta kajiyama #doki doki literature club au #i think this might be the first time i've properly drawn shidou #the reason it's only the boys is because i wanted to make a separate version for the girls #sorry for the lack of kazui there's only 4 characters in ddlc #minus the protagonist but nobody cares about him #fun fact! shidou's shoes are the same purple as his prisoner color while everyone else's is blue #just like how monika's shoes are different from everyone else's #fuuta ties his jacket around waist to emulate his Bring It On knight outfit (i really hope his T3 outfit does this) #i wanted to fuck his tie up (to imply he doesn't know how to tie a tie) but then realized that he'd probably be the type of person to #watch a tutorial to tie it once and then just loosen it to remove it and never untie the knot #this was originally a sketch but i got a bit carried away and colored it #I wonder how obvious my struggle with haruka's pose is #his upper legs look off but i don't want to keep changing it over and over again #random thought! Natsuki's first 2 poems actually sort of fit Fuuta I think #i can imagine him writing Eagles Can Fly #Both Sayori and Mikoto are also people pleasers and depressed so yeah #and Shidou gives me a Monika vibes IDK why

[askblueandviolet]

Is there anything you would like to highlight from your years searching for the key? Being a 'famous' cowboy must have been fun.

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid fanart #monkie kid #monkie kid fanart #lmk #lmk fanart #lmk mayor #monkie kid mayor #blue and violet #Cowboy Mayor was such a mood in Interlude #like this dude was not tolerating anymore bullshit from the criminal they were tracking down #for real though: I think the Mayor would have struggled a lot for the first few years after getting out of the calabash #probably not as much struggle compared to the time period LBD was inside her tomb and was unconscious for like a century #but it was different during interlude because while LBD had no contact with them they didn't really... go anywhere #they sort of stuck around within the vicinity #but in Interlude they actually had to travel around and do stuff #so it was a bit strange for them to be on their own #anyways it all worked out in the end #making Mayor a cowboy was so self indulgent by the way #completely unnecessary but I wanted to write thst segment #tehe

[somebluemelodies]

spiderbit royals au; read part one here. let's continue, shall we? <3

Roier runs.

He should know better than to have hope, hope for a marriage like his parents. Loveless unions were all too common.

Foolish and Vegetta lucked out. Was it wrong to think that maybe he'd get lucky, too? That they'd support him?

(Luck has never been on his side. Nor love, for that matter. Befitting, truly.)

Was it wrong to try to fight for what he wants?

Their words echo in his head over and over. This marriage is what's best for both kingdoms. They won't accept non-royalty on the throne, like you are.

But his parents should know better themselves; they should know better than to try and keep him from the one thing he wants. The one person he wants.

He sees those piercing blue eyes in his dreams every night, that one stark lock of white. He sees a blood-streaked face and broken armor in his nightmares. He wakes up feeling the faded warmth of a tight embrace, the phantom touch of lips on his.

It haunts him: what once was, slowly returning to night from whence it came - their sole witness.

But he can't live with the ghosts. He needs happiness, he needs trust, he needs love.

Arrangement can't give him that. He can't live a lie of fake smiles and fake touches. Because that's what it'll be, when all he can see is Cellbit.

So, he does what he does best: he sneaks out and runs.

A petty part of him hopes they somehow figure out he's gone. He'll come back, of course, but let them wonder where the hell he went first, fear that they pushed too far. Let them find him right where he wants to be, let them be proven wrong.

(Let them see a love that could rival their own.)

Because he doesn't care what anyone says anymore; not his parents, and certainly not the townsfolk, as much as he cares about them all. They're not the one he cares about most.

And Cellbit is competent. He's not royalty, no, but he's intelligent, determined. Impossibly selfless. He's far from perfect, but so is Roier. Yet, the throne still sits waiting for its prince, prying him away from his lover.

But it wouldn't. It never would.

He finds Cellbit by a cliff. Their favorite cliff, with a clear view of the ocean and for when the sun starts to sink under the horizon. His face is visible for the first time in a long time, helmet cast to the side.

(His heart threatens to escape his chest. It's almost unbearable.)

(This is what he wants to feel every day. This is love.)

Marry me.

Cellbit's eyes widen as Roier closes the space between them. The guard reaches up, cradling the prince's face with gloved hands.

(He leans in closer, and he isn't stopped. Their eyes close.)

(The embers fan back into a flame.)

Sempre.

#I FINALLY DID IT #when i tell you i struggled finding and sticking with one plan #'part 3' is tbd but i have another idea for this au i may tackle so <3 #spiderbit #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #cellbit #roier #qsmp #blue writes qsmp #spiderbit royals au

[tightjeansjavi]

ITS HAPPENING 🤠

#blue jeans n’texas dreams fic #blue jeans chapter 13 #horse dad! joel #of course he struggles getting the correct diagonal when posting #same tho Joel I have been writing since a kid and sometimes I forget #SARAH AND FRANKIE 🥺

[wayfinderships]

Good morning gamers!! Hope you're all doing well! As for me, I'm thinking about this bastard again-

#pan rambles #He looks good-I MEAN HAHA DID Y'ALL HEAR SOMETHING? #Jokes aside though. Knowing what a fashion disaster S.anji can be... I'm pleasantly surprised his egghead arc outfit isn't awful #I was fully prepared to have some awful color combo but it's actually nice #Blue and Yellow... That's also my s/is color scheme ahem- #talking about anythind related to the end of Wano or anything past that makes me 👉👈 A bit #Bc Panchi/S.anji officially start dating at the end of Wano #“Panchi did it really take over 1000 chapters?-” YES IT DID #They're both stubborn idiots who struggle to put their emotions into words! especially feelings of affection! #They'd sooner take a deadly hit for the other than admit they like each other! and the fact the two are so stubborn doesn't help #They're both incredibly flawed but they both grow to the point where my s/i can finally confess- #Ahem that was long ny apologies! #Ask me about S.anji/Panchi and you'll get a whole essay and sometimes even some of my writing- #I'm so normal about these two (Lying)

[bluemallow-log]

12 DEC 2023

Alright alright, let’s get down to business 🧑🏻‍💼👉🏼

400+ words today✨

#blue’s writing journey #ngl I finally understand the struggle that a weekly mangaka artist faced everyday

[raiswanson]

when a friend mentions they're trying to get back into reading and you have to hold off from dumping your entire 300+ book personal library over their head because you don't want to overwhelm them/scare them off

#rai writes #OOOOOOOOOOH FRIENDS WHEN I TELL YOU ITS A STRUGGLE #she said I could bring a few for her to pick from when we get together for game night AND OOOOOOO #OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #trying to make a short list but I keep going ''oh but this one. and this one. AND THIS ONE IS GOOD TOO'' #@@@ me: LET HER WEAN INTO IT. HOLD!!! HOOOLLLDDD!!!! #Ive settled on a handful for now but AUGH what about??? all of them??? how about every book??? All???? #for anyone curious my picks this time are Luck in the Shadows. Red White & Royal Blue. The Screaming Staircase. The Cruel Prince. and Cinde #trying to pick a nice spread uwu see what shes feeling #i live to share my books. its literally why i own my library. i want to give book recs soooo bad #hearing people go ''omg I loved that book you showed me!!!'' is BETTER THAN CRACK

[hussyknee]

Every FirstPrince writer that keeps making me read "human rights are not a political issue" with my own two eyeballs owes me financial compensation. I don't expect much of anyone that's uncritically latched onto white liberal American Brand West Wing Hopium and wants to Diversity Equity Inclusion the imperial British monarchy, but I am both curious and afraid to find out what you people believe politics actually are.

#you're erasing and insulting generations of political struggle to achieve basic human rights just to write half-baked fanfiction #fuck you #the whiteness of this fandom is intolerable #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwarb #firstprince #knee of huss #white liberals #white queers #white women

[sallertiafabrica]

City of Fools

Chapter 20: The Bug, the Fox, and the Tower

It all began with a bug and a fox, on top of a tower.

Now changed, they go back there.

#yeah. the tower’s perspective’s weird and definitely innacurate. but I already struggle enough with background as is #City of Fools #Trickster AU #Trickster #Blue Belle #Marinette Cheng #Felix Culpa #Felinette #Ladybug Classic #Sal Draws #finished drawing #my writing #Felinette Fanfic

[mushroom-for-art]

I was having feelings and thoughts, uh pretty sure I didn't actually get my thought dialogue into this but hey ho XD i tried, little mewtwo, Meau and Noe belong to @phlurrii

Discussing Amber

Slightly away from the anomaly the ancient mew and her counterpart conversed in hushed whispers discussing what needed to be done as Noe occasionally glanced passed Meau simply to keep an eye on the foreign visitor to make sure they didn't try escaping.

The darker hued adult mewtwo stood, tail swaying and swishing blue faded fur shifting in the motion and breeze. He was watching the strange mews as much as the dark one watched him. His hand touched at the metal armor still fused to his body at his wrist unconsciously, a cold comfort of sorts as he could make out the eyes of the darker one watching him closely as though suspicious or not appreciating him being there. His own eyes fell into a tired glare, the corner of his lip lifting into a mute sneer flashing a bit of teeth. If they wanted to have issue with him he'd rather they said it to his face so he could smash their judgementful false innocent expression into the dirt. He could feel his fluff prickling in assumed malice.

"E-excuse me?" a small voice, he turned his head quickly downwards onto the small Mewtwo that looked up at him. He looked over their features quietly for a moment, despite this not being his world and this other two looking vastly different to him, smaller lighter different patterns, he could tell it was himself, just a different form. Usually he'd be a lot more hostile with other mewtwo and he knew he should've chased the little one away but they looked up at him with such earnest soft inquisitive eyes he couldn't help heave a sigh feeling as though he was looking at a curious mewphew or mewiece.

"Yes small one?" He paused to cringe at his own voice and tone, not having meant to come off as so impatient, he steadied his breath moving instead to rest on one knee lowering himself to the younger twos height, his voice softer as he repeated, "yes, small one?"

He could see them watching him with big eyes as they fiddled with their hands seemingly thinking up the correct words.

"Mewma said, well I heard her say something about us being the same?" the small one asked and he nodded his head slowly.

"Something like that, yes." He could see the small one look at him up and down, frowning a bit to themselves, "but, I'm not from here, so I'm not a future vision, you won't end up looking exactly like me." He noted the relief and for the aches in his bones he didn't blame them. "I think it was something more, we have similar stories similar origins of sorts but we still branch off from one another becoming different individuals."

He watched them blink as they nodded their head seeming to understand what he was saying.

"Did, you know Amber?" They inquired, he could hear a little plea in their tone as he blinked more than a little startled that that was a common detail, but by their expression he felt even that interaction was different.

"I did, yes."

"Do you remember what she was like? Can you tell me about her? Is, is she okay?" He felt a level of guilt at their tone, clearly they did differ severely. He sighed a bit to himself glancing over unsure if the other mews would come to stop him.

"She.." he in honesty struggled for words. He didn't hold the same admiration for her that the small one clearly did, his Amber could've been completely different to the one from this world, he didn't really want to spin a false tale. He looked away with his eyes, "she was Amber, she seemed smart I guess, knew things about towns and cities I didn't.. I'm sorry little one I don't really have anything else to say. My memory has been made quite unreliable since, what happened to me..and I have my own personal gripes I'm sure you don't want to hear." He wasn't lying about his memory issues.

The little mewtwo blinked at him tilting their head, "did, you not get on with your Amber?" He could see the confusion across their face and he didn't really want to tell them the truth. With a soft grunt he moved into a sit, his legs not thanking him for the kneeling especially not with his armor.

"It's, more complicated than that I guess, I think I met my Amber in a different circumstance to you meeting yours.. I have mixed feelings on her but that's because of what I went through.." He glanced away before glancing back at the smaller two, "but don't let my bad experience sour your Amber okay? Yours was probably nice huh? Did she show you towns and street lamps? Did she show you her favorite field?" He watched the small one blink as they processed his words before they nodded, moving to sit down on their knees in front of him paws in the dirt nodding along wanting to hear more from him as they made an absent-minded, "uh huh uh huh she did."

Despite his usual temperament he continued to amuse the smaller one, recounting what he could recall at times stopping to struggle for words and finding the smaller one filling in blanks on what was shared. He could see their tail swishing slightly, despite the difficulty they seemed to enjoy hearing someone also talk about Amber.

"Your fur reminds me of her, it's blue like her hair was," They mentioned casually at one point and he had to fight the expression he was going to make, suppressing that down offering a slightly wonky smile.

"I guess it kinda is like her blue hair.." Not having the heart or the malice to tell them how right they were, they didn't need to know.

By the time Noe had figured out how to send the foreign Mewtwo back to his home dimension the smaller two had fallen asleep with their chin on his leg, having been previously mumbling incoherently about flowers from the previously mentioned field and drifted off thinking of Amber and sunflowers. The larger two wouldn't have usually allowed the touch let alone from another two but something about this one made him a bit gentler, his hands gently slipped under the sleeping two as he lifted them up off the ground and his leg uncertainly handing them off to the strange large pink mew. Noe watched the hand off and upon receiving a confirming nod from Meau that the young one was fine they pulled their digits down through the air and rippling through the realities of space time opening a shimmering portal gateway. The adult two stood and after an awkward nod to both the still strange to him mews he stepped through the shimmer to return to his own world, Noe sighed closing the rift.

"Those really need to stop opening." They grumbles as Meau quietened a giggle for the sake of not waking the baby. Noe drifted close casually and Meau leant to reach them nuzzling her cheek and face against them fondly letting out a soothing purr.

"I know, but you did an excellent job." Noe would've huffed in play had they not been so distracted by nuzzling Meau back and purring in turn. Once they finally settled their nuzzling Noe moved and touched the sleeping twos forehead who breathed heavier but stayed asleep.

"At least the little one had a good time.. That other one had me worried.." Meau nodded at Noes words glancing at the sleeping angel and smiling moved to take them to the nest with Noe following closely behind.

#My writing #my oc #Axel the Mewtwo #Og mewtwo oc #@phlurris Meau #@phlurris Noe #@phlurris Mewtwo #@phlurris ocs #Noe: *looks at Axel just making sure he's not gonna run and cause more problems* #Axel the most insecure mf with mew insecurities: you wanna fucking go #Just assumes Noe is judging him. Noe probably couldn't care less l #@phlurris mewtwo like did you know Amber oh my gosh someone who knew her! #And axel is just *trauma and resentment due to lore and struggling* but like hell is he gonna tell the kid that #I just love the one of them loves Amber and the other is *struggle* bit of diversity in the twos but he tolerates his younger alt self #Mewtwo: ur furs blue like Amber's hair! #Axel: *has fugi dna so yea it is blue like Amber* haha wow you don't say #Also Meau and Noe in loooooveee getting a cheeky nuzzle in #Again I just like that oops complexities and axel just sparing little two the truth of his Amber keeps little twos happy memories unchanged #Wasn't sure how mewtwo would speak so just made him somft innocent vibes

[havockingboo]

the urge to just say fuck it and write up a draft for a monkey wrench fanfic WHO ELSE IS GONNA MAKE ONE

#i have like a few ideas but like #i SUCK at writing #i struggle enough writing dialogue how am i gonna pull this shit off #GOTTA DO IT MYSELF 😭 BUT HOW!!!! #“he looked with his blue orbs #HWAHAHSJFKSDJAJC #havoc chatlog

[skydreamplayzz]

.. I wanted a muffet in a suit Okay? 🧍‍♂️(she's not very regonizeable ik)

#undertale oc #undertale #sans oc #undertale au #Sapphiretale!muffet #I planned to draw her sooner but I struggled With the suit. #Ahem #Now it worked out. #Kind of? #I never seen a blue muffet. #.. #Well. #I like blue. #My whole AU is blue.. #Kinda #When I type kinda i just think of the german Word. #Its Kinder but still similar. #I will write all the information when nobody is seeing this anymore. #Because idk why #Also idk how to draw muffet soo #sapphiretale

[somebluemelodies]

spiderbit royals au; read part one here and part two here. consider this a prequel ;) inspired by this fanart on twitter by chenderisart. that's all, hope you enjoy <3

Show your face, soldier.

It isn't until the day of the ceremony that the prince fully realizes he's never seen his about-to-be personal guard's face.

He's never thought much of it, if anything at all; he rarely ever sees the knights without their helmets anyway. It's just custom, and Cellbit is certainly far from an exception.

And then the ceremony arrives. Admittedly, Roier tunes a lot of his fathers talking out.

(Their speeches have never been the most exciting. Besides, why do they need to make a ceremony for him acquiring a personal guard?)

(Albeit he surely isn't mad that Cellbit is getting recognition that he deserves.)

Instead, his eyes frequently trail back to the man knelt in front of him and his fathers, helmet bowed just slightly, stoic in his armored steel. Professional.

Roier admires Cellbit's abilities. The way he carries himself, the way he wields a blade and moves with a swiftness armor shouldn't allow. He admires Cellbit.

(He has since the day of the knight's arrival. But nobody needs to know that.)

However, his attention is abruptly brought back by the unexpected sentence.

And he realizes his fathers want him to do the honors.

Cellbit's helmet tilts up, the man seemingly watching him as he steps forward. Roier's hands settle on the sides of the helmet, and he pauses for a brief moment.

(Something about this feels bigger than it is. At least, bigger than it should be. Something tugs at him, deep down.)

(There's something on the horizon.)

The prince lifts the helmet slowly, steadily, until there's a pair of steel blue eyes staring back at him.

(Oh.)

Dark brown hair pulled back and a stark white streak through the front. There's a thin scar that spans across the bridge of his nose, nearly stretching the length of one eye to the other.

But Roier can't stop looking at his eyes. He almost feels exposed, being studied so closely, but he doesn't want it to stop. Warmth blooms in his heart under the knight's intense gaze.

(His breath catches in his throat, and he hopes the heat starting to creep up his neck isn't visible.)

The eyes are the window to the soul. Do you swear, soldier, on your heart and your soul, that you will protect our son with your life?

Cellbit rises, taking his helmet back from the prince's hands. The eye contact is never broken, and instead, it's like something ignites in the guard's piercing eyes. Something so immensely determined and fiercely passionate that something is flickering to life in Roier's chest.

I swear on my life, Your Majesties.

Something more than just warmth.

(Embers dance. The beginnings of a flame.)

#i struggled with this one just a bit #but i figured it out! kinda #can you tell i like the fire analogy for royals spiderbit </3 #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #spiderbit #qsmp #blue writes qsmp #spiderbit royals au

[zorosdimples]

i say “self-acceptance” and not “self-love” because it’s unrealistic to expect someone to love every part of themselves; and you probably shouldn’t love every part of yourself, because we all have destructive tendencies that we know are bad, yet still indulge in. but i have to look at myself in the mirror every day and recognize that the face looking back at me is who i am. nothing will change that.

#it’s hard because i think many of us struggle to believe that our blorbos would actually love us. #so self ship writing is therapeutic—writing it into existence. because i truly don’t believe i’m worthy of love. rationally i know that i a #but i don’t actually believe it. so i’ll say it until i’m blue in the face—until i believe the words leaving my lips