#writers block fr

[naids4luv]

me as soon as it comes to writing more parts of my smau or doing any of my requests

IDK WHERE MY BRAIN HAS GONE,, LIKE WHERE ARE ALL MY IDEAS AND THOUGHTS😭😭😭

these holidays off of school have made me brain dead😖😖

#naids talks :3 #i’m not even kidding #my brain is fried #i have no creativity all of a sudden #all of a sudden idk how to write #writers block fr #be patient with me while i think of stuff to post😖

[daddiesdrarryy]

Me when I finish writing something:

#writing #be it a fic a poem or a novel anything fr #writing meme #writing humour #writing things #the og line is ‘filmmaking’ #hayao miyazaki #life of a writer #writers of tumblr #writer #writers #writerblr #writers life #writer things #writing funny #he’s just so iconic 😭 #source: 10 years with hayao miyazaki #writers block #writeblr

[purerae]

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YANDERE!JOCK X GN!reader // PT1

warnings ;; none (i think??) YANDERE!JOCK does not show much yandere tendencies in this part!!

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who’s obnoxiously loud with his friends. Their table is surrounded with the soccer team. Their voices are 1/2 of the noise in the hall.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who overheard someone speaking about his team. “God, I hate them all. They’re so self centered! I wonder if they know that not everyone cares about soccer like they do.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who immediately frowns after he hears that. Someone hates him? No way he tries to be nice to everyone! He's so self centered?? He didn’t know that :(( (You were generalising but okay..)

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who attempts to find the source of who said those words and his eyes land on you. You were on a table with two of your other friends chatting and side eyeing his team. He’s determined to make you realise he’s a decent person!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who walks over to your table with a sad grin and puppy dog eyes but he quickly replaces it with a wide grin. “Hey I'm Alex!!”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who recognises you. You’re in his history class! You lent him a pen and he gave it back. He thought you guys had some solidarity going on but it turns out you don’t?

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who always thought you were attractive, You were cute and quiet in class, He never knew you disliked him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who notices you freeze when he comes up to you. Are you scared of him? Just because he’s 3x stronger than you and towers over you doesn’t mean he’s going to hurt you!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who wants to be your friend! He needs to have a good reputation with everyone in the school. With a pout he explains, “I can’t help but overhear you saying you hate me…did i do something wrong”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who makes you feel a little bad for saying all of that. The way he’s staring at you makes it feel like he’s a high school girl who just got rejected by the love of her life.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who ignores the stares the other jocks give him, because he’s interacting with someone who’s talking shit about them. He doesn’t care! He needs to have a good reputation with everyone especially with his classmates.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who sulks when you ignore him and he slowly walks back to his table. He’s not as excited as he was before. The teammates notice that and now they heavily dislike you. How dare you make the sunshine of the group sad!?! :(

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who never gave up. After english, you rushed out the class only to be stopped by Alex. He gives you a proposition. If you come to his next practice and hang out with him after, he’ll help you revise for history!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who frowns when you point out you have a higher grade than him. Come on! Just find him nice already!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who will not stop bothering talking to you, until you become friends! Your friends don’t like him so why doesn’t he bother them? Many people care for him but…why does he care that you don't?

“Trust me, Im not as bad as you think!!”

purerae<3

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[chrollohearttags]

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#don’t say I never gave y’all nothing #now don’t post no stupid shit again #sick of y’all #cherry chats 🍒 #writing tips #have the day y’all deserve fr #cause let’s talk about it #notice everytime a random gets popular among black writers #everybody says this #first it was aot #now it’s JJK #I’m just waiting on one piece to join the fray #we’re gonna get accused of niggering it up next #these hoes can’t read or write #stop giving them attention #also blocking a lot of y’all who agreed with that stupid bitch’s post

[wwr-yanverse]

Monster yandere incubus with a novice summoner darling?

This would be your first time summoning, and you were nervous as hell (pun intended).

The circle was set, your grimoire ready, and the candles dimly lut the room. You intended to summon a lesser demon, and to use his power to inhance another spell.

What appeared was not a lesser demon.

A tall form, with long, straight horns stood proudly in your summoning circle. He was shockingly white, the only color being a light dusting of pink on his skin and the ends of his long hair. And his eyes, a bright cotton candy blue.

"Well, well, well!" He cooed. "Look at the cute little mortal that summoned me. What would like, dear one?" He licked his lips, a hunger in his eyes that froze you on the spot.

Eventually he gets you to talk, and you readily admit that no, you weren't trying to summon him. That you have no idea how you managed to mess this up.

He seemed taken aback, shocked that you managed to do this. Then he laughed, "Well, you did summon me, so now you're stuck with me!"

He barely left your side since then.

He was a surprisingly good housemate. He helped with cleaning, cooking, and even your spell work. You knew this had to come at a price, but he never mentioned it. It set you on edge.

He flirted, a lot. It flustered you to know end, and he took joy in that. Calling you his "little witch" and "favorite summoner".

Eventually he did ask to talk, acting far more serious than he ever had before.

"I've decided on my price, little witch. And it's you." Stunned you said you didn't understand.

"I'm keeping you! I won't take you back to hell, yet! I like this home of yours. You should feel so lucky!"

You try to reject him softly, you never wanted a relationship with a demon. But he wouldn't listen. In his mind it was fate the moment you summoned him.

"Keep it up, little witch, and I'll have to lock you away. Though, I may do that anyway..."

His name is Alabaster.

He's flirty, but socially conscious.

He's a major cuddler.

He has a... Fixation with kissing.

His home in hell is full of pastels and white.

He wears those colors as well.

He's always finding an excuse to touch you.

He will, if pushed, lock you away in his hell home to keep you to himself.

#yandere #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #fr alabaster #sorry this took a bit i had writers block

[mi-i-zori]

The Hunter and The Prey

CoD Fae!AU - Fae!Ghost x f!reader

SYNOPSIS : When the Hunter finds herself vulnerable in the middle of the Frost, a certain spirit decides to make it clear who exactly she belongs to.

WARNINGS : Gore, body horror, violence, predator behavior (Fae VS Human)...

Author’s note : This is part 3 of The Hunter’s story. As always, my take on this AU is inspired by @ghouljams ‘s works.

I do not give anyone permission to re-publish and/or translate my work, be it here or on any other platform.

Her wards are no more, and she doesn’t know why.

This hunt was supposed to be an easy one. And it had been, in a way ; her target had been born not so long ago, and couldn’t gather enough magical power to give her too much trouble. Yet, as she prepared to leave, all her protections had suddenly shattered, leaving her with only her weapons and experience to fight her way back to safety.

A curse falls from her lips. She can feel the shadows slowly tighten around her, their weight hindering her progress through the snow. She has become too vulnerable to be ignored. An easy meal for the beings of the Frost.

The creatures move within the misty darkness of the trees. In their hollow eyes, she sees nothing but the reflection of her own fearless expression. Although wary of the multiple weapons lining her clothes, they linger, waiting for the moment their potential meal will falter ; for a breach to exploit in the seemingly unbreakable walls of her mind. Yet, according to the magic dancing around her, a danger far greater than all of them combined hides in the shadows. While still keeping an eye on the freezing monsters, she steps forward, looking for the outline of a masked silhouette amidst the smog.

She survived many similar situations, she thinks. Hell ; as a child, her father even willingly put her in danger to hone her hunting skills. She can do this.

With a snarl, of the beasts suddenly rises in front of her. Gritting her teeth, she adjusts her stance in the slippery snow. Her dagger sits comfortably in her hand, its iron blade glistening in the wintery sun. Her opponent launches its scaly body at her, and her arm gets ready to plunge the cold metal in its flesh ; but the monster is suddenly covered in multiple layers of smoke, its muffled cries echoing within what soon looks like a thick, misty cocoon. It vanishes seconds later, leaving only a broken, hollow shell in its wake.

A cold, eerie silence falls upon the forest. The young woman suddenly tenses as black tendrils slowly wrap around her, dancing at the edges of her vision. The remaining creatures’ mouths tremble, teeth instinctively ready to rip the flesh from her bones ; yet they can’t stop a series of whimpers from escaping their throats as they crawl in front of the power emanating from the strips of darkness. A large, gloved hand rises from behind her to rest on her chest, a newfound warmth settling against her back and somehow preventing her blade from striking the invisible threat.

In front of her, the monsters take a step back. They know that, even with her wards destroyed and her body covered in wounds, the Hunter is still a threat to their very existence. But as a skull mask emerges from the overwhelming darkness above her, they all understand that, right now, the Spirit of the Fog is the one they should fear ; especially when he is powerful enough to remain unfazed by his close proximity to the living weapon standing right under his palm.

She can feel him shift behind her. His body curls around her own, just enough to dip his head against her shoulder. And, despite his size, he still manages to keep her back flush against his front. She can feel his breath on her neck, probably way too warm for a fae of Winter.

Just like his entire being.

It took her days of cleansing to get rid of just half of his scent. She has a feeling he is going to make this process much longer because of this.

And she knows it’s working just like he wants it to by the way the monsters in front of them keep cowering under the threat of the Ghost’s power.

- Fuck off.

His tone is commanding, somber, cold. The beasts don’t waste a second to scramble away, leaving them both alone in the middle of the misty forest. The silence weighs heavy on her chest as the fae keeps his hand above her heart. A single wrong move could be the end of her, whispers a voice in her mind, and her instincts are torn between fighting him and remaining still.

- Not trying your luck against me, Hunter ?

His low timbre echoes against her back, shaking her very core. Everything about him screams danger. She stays frozen as he slowly turns her around to face him. Her eyes stay focused on every one of his languid movements as he takes off one of his gloves to grab the hand holding her blade. Lifting it to his throat, he slides his fingers against the sharp iron, unbothered by the vicious burns it leaves on his skin. He tilts his head with a low hum, prompting her to answer. The ice of his eyes glow under his balaclava.

Whatever he is, she thinks, she greatly underestimated him. She barely manages to articulate the question that has been bothering her since he showed himself, her teeth almost cracking under the pressure of her jaws.

- You were the one who shattered my wards, weren’t you ?

The Spirit lets out a deep chuckle that sends shivers down her spine.

- What a clever girl.

He leans towards her, the bone of his mask coming to stand right before her face. His free hand steadies her in place when she tries to put some distance in-between their bodies, allowing him to get even closer to her ear.

- One more reason to make you mine.

She finally manages to push him away ; and he lets her, obstructing her view with a thick layer of smog when her dagger tries to strike him. And, just like the first time they met, he leaves her alone in the middle of the Frost, his back fearlessly facing the predator she was raised to be. But as she watches him disappear into the shadows, she can’t help but think that, right now, she feels more like a prey than ever.

What is he ?

#cod x reader #x reader #call of duty x reader #cod au #cod mw2 #fae au #fem!reader #cod #ghost x f!reader #ghost x reader #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #the brainrot is real #and so is writer’s block #I need the cod guys in my life fr

[justalittleficsideblog]

could i request satan protecting mc from a creep at a bar? i just read your mammon one w/ the casino and i just ahhhhh. you have great writing

Of course anon! I love writing these, and thank you for the request!! I hope you enjoy this <3

Scenario: Satan and you visit the newest art exhibit in devildom, what could possibly go wrong?

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He tilted his head in admiration towards the image on the wall, one of many that lined the gallery within the exhibit. He turned towards you, following your eyes towards the sculptures that lined the middle of the gallery.

“They are quite exquisite, are they not?” his smooth voice rang out, echoing off of the walls.

Your lips ticked up in a smile, “Gorgeous! I’m glad you invited me out to see this. The art here is impeccable.”

He smirked to himself in pride, happy that you were so eager to accompany him to the gallery this evening. There were many demons masquerading around, and he almost thought he caught a glimpse of Barbatos strolling around in the upper levels of the galleries, probably scouting for art for the Demon Lord’s castle, no doubt.

“I’m going to get us some drinks, okay? I’m a bit thirsty after all this walking we’ve been doing.” He nodded in your direction, watching as you strolled up to the late-night bar that was open at the end of the gallery. An odd placement, he thought, but for the night life that was ever present in the devildom, he supposed it made sense.

Taking a careful inspection at one of the human world pieces, he wondered to himself if you had heard of the artist before. Van Gogh...? I wonder, although this art is dated centuries before they were born…

Meanwhile, as you awaited your order at the bar, you leaned onto the countertop, sighing happily as you admired the expensive looking rock that made up the bar’s countertop. A slight tap on your shoulder made you jump in surprise.

“Apologies,” the sultry voice spoke up behind you. “It seems you have quite the eye.” He gestured to the countertop that you were admiring.

Your eyes flicked up to the stranger. A tall demon, towering a good few inches over you, and wealthy, by the looks of his attire.

“Ah… uh, yes, it is pretty,” you murmured, anxiously tapping your fingers as you looked for the bartender.

The demon’s massive body invaded your vision, a bit too close for comfort as you leaned back. His eyes roamed across your face, licking his lips he added, “Not quite the prettiest thing here, though.”

His fingers rested on yours that were spread across the countertop, his other arm propped up as his hand held his chin in an aloof manner.

“Not interested,” you promptly removed your hand from his, sighing in relief as you saw the bartender head your way with the drinks.

“Come now,” he purred, his horns glinting from the overhead lights. “Am I not allowed to touch the art on display?"

You recoiled. Is this guy serious?

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the drinks and starting away from the bar. Instantly, you felt a cold hand grab your wrist, pulling you back into the demon. “I wasn’t quite finished, dear,” he seethed, his eyes glancing to where the drink had spilled onto your clothes. “Ah… we should get you cleaned up, now.”

“Hey!” you yelped, yanking your wrist from his grip, a shiver running up your spine.

“I do believe they said they were not interested,” a familiar, cool voice erupted from behind you. Whirling, you caught sight of Satan, looking rather… what was the word? Oh yes, very, very pissed.

Shocked at his sudden switch to his demon form, his tail was lashing behind him as he shoved the demon off of you into the back of the bar.

He was seeing red, the wrath he kept particularly leashed in was threatening to snap as he met face to face with the demon that had his hands on you a moment before. His nostrils flared, his voice clipped as he addressed the male, “I think it’s best you head out of here.” He jutted his chin towards the exit, eyes trailing the demon as he attempted to compose himself in front of Satan.

“I was unaware she was accompanied by such…” the demon snarled, not finishing his sentence as Satan tensed. Instead, he huffed and left the bar, leaving you, Satan, and a rather annoyed bartender the only individuals around.

 “Hey..” you gently reached out, holding his elbow as he whirled on you, his gaze softening at the sigh of you, unharmed, in his grasp, and away from the creep.

“Are you alright?” he whispered, inspecting the hand that the demon had touched. “You should wash this immediately, who knows what diseases that man carries…”

You blurt out a laugh at his seriousness. “I think I’ll be alright but thank you. That was quite an uncomfortable situation.”

You made to grab the drinks that sat undisturbed on the countertop, handing him his as you followed him out of the bar. He grabbed your other hand as you walked towards another part of the gallery.

“I had become quite concerned when I noticed it took a bit long for you to return,” he admitted, glancing down at you. “I get nervous when you are not close to me.”

Your eyes widened at his confession, blushing at his honesty. “Well, I don’t have much to worry about when I know your nearby.”

Warmth spread through his chest, heart palpitating in his sternum as red creeped up his neck. He liked the idea of you relying on him quite a bit. He would make sure to prevent any of those males approaching you in the future.

Seeing him lost in thought by the way you saw his jaw clench, you reached up and gave him a kiss on his jaw, breaking him out of his train of thought.

“Come on, there’s more art to be looked at!”

He found his eyes wandering towards you the rest of the night, to hell with the art. You were the most exquisite thing he could have ever beheld.

#satan x reader #satan obey me #obey me #shall we date #beelzebub x mc #lucifer x reader #obey me shall we date #this one was suprisingly difficult to make up #hella writers block but i hope it came out ok fr #om!

[analogwriting]

Star-Crossed

Chapter 15: Sŭrtse

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader

word count: 3.5k

a/n: thanks for the lore dump, pops

first|next

Oh man. You haven’t slept that good in ages. You couldn’t remember the last time you slept so soundly. Years, maybe? Since you were a child? Typically when you slept, it wasn’t ever really long enough for you to have too complex of dreams - if any at all. Usually, your past haunted your mind when you slept which is why you struggled with sleeping in the first place.

Lately, you’d only been sleeping so much because all of the emotions you were feeling were knocking you out cold. No dreams accompanied either.

But this time around, you slept well. No tossing or turning, no nightmares. You caught glimpses of dreams, but nothing to really string together to make something coherent. The feelings were all good, though.

When you slowly came to, however, you came face to face with a chest. And, completely forgetting that Corazon had shown up, you jumped, accidentally launched yourself off the bed, and crashing to the ground. You groaned, laying there flat on your back.

You saw Corazon scramble awake, looking over the bed with a face full of concern. “Y/n!” He jumped out of the bed, helping you sit up. “Are you alright? What happened?”

You only grunted in response, taking a moment. Man, your back was going to kill you later, you could already feel it. “I forgot you were here,” you mumbled. “Startled the shit outta me.”

The man frowned. “I’m sorry.”

You snorted, looking at him. “What the hell you apologizing for?” You just grinned, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “You just helped me sleep so well I had completely forgotten what was going on.” You winked, his face turning a bright shade of red as you watched his brain reboot. 

Marco burst into the room. “Aha!” He stopped, blinking. “Oh. Well. That’s not what I thought was going on. I heard a crash and thought you guys were having some wild sex or something.” He shrugged.

You felt your face set itself on fire. “Marco!” You stood up, running after him. He yelped, taking off. You ended up tackling him, quicker than he was and in moments you had him in a headlock. “Why can’t you just mind ya business, ya damn pineapple head!” 

Marco was letting out a strangled laugh, making your grip tighten slightly. “I yield! I yield!” he ground out and you let go of him, leaving him panting on the ground. “C’mon now. It was funny. You would’ve done the same thing to me.” He was sprawled out on the ground, trying to catch his breath.

You snorted, shrugging. “Yeah. That’s true. I definitely would’ve done the same thing.” You paused, looking at him. “Shithead.”

He grinned at you. “Glad to see you’re back in business. It seems like calling Corazon was a good idea,” he mused. 

You furrowed your eyebrows. “You called him?” The man in question was standing at the edge of the hallway, leaning against the wall. “He did. But only after I sent him a million texts asking how you were doing.” He frowned. It was clear he had been worried about you and neither of you had provided him any insight. You started to feel kind of bad for just…going radio silent on him.

Marco sat up, nodding. “That’s true. We were a bit preoccupied with trying to figure out what to do with the staff that suddenly lost their jobs. Sorry, Cora.” The large man shook his head, pouting slightly. “It’s fine, but an answer would’ve been nice.” 

You grinned, standing up and walking over to him. You reached up, taking his face in your hands. He looked at you with a startled expression, quickly turning red. “You’re cute when you pout,” you mused, squishing his cheeks slightly. 

“I am not pouting,” he said as he, in fact, pouted. You just laughed, kissing him softly before pulling away.

“Now, where’s Pops? I have questions for him.” You turned, looking at Marco. 

“Probably in the den doing his breathing treatments.”

You nodded, heading that way.

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In the den, Pops was relaxing in a large chair with his feet propped up. He held an oxygen mask over his mouth, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. It was something you had him do for about an hour two or three times a day to help with his ailments. Mostly because the man refused to wear the oxygen tubes. This was the compromise.

He popped open an eye as you walked in with the other two. “Good to see you up and around, kiddo. Even if I did think you were going to tear down my damn house in the process.” He chuckled, setting the mask to the side and turning things off. 

“They used to do that all the time, you know.” He looked at Corazon, who looked frightened that he was being addressed. “The two of them were always fighting and wrestling like that. True siblings at heart, they are.” He laughed loudly, the sound bouncing around the room.

You just rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you plopped onto the couch, pulling Corazon with you. He seemed very stiff and you looked at him. “You don’t have to be so tense. Pops won’t bite.”

“I think you forget that I’ve only ever heard terrifying rumors about him. He was dubbed the strongest man to ever live at one point,” he mumbled to you and you just laughed. “I also had the same reputation, remember?” 

“Yeah, but I didn’t know that when I met you,” he grumbled, his face warming up. A small snort came from you as you patted his thigh. “It’s fine. I’m just giving you shit.”

“It’s good to see you in good spirits, y/n,” Pops mused and you looked over to him. “I was a little worried we wouldn’t get you out of that rut. Seems like we should’ve called your little boyfriend here a lot sooner, hm?” 

Your face immediately went ablaze and you felt Corazon start having a coughing fit next to you, probably choking on air from surprise. Marco laughed and you glared at him while trying to calm down the one next to you. “Well, better late than never, I suppose,” you mused, trying to move on from the topic. “Breathe, Rosinante.” For a moment you were worried he might actually pull something from his little fit but he calmed down quickly after. 

“Don’t scare me like that,” you mumbled. “You really gotta lay off the cigarettes.” You narrowed your eyes at him. His own face was already red; from Pops’ comment or the coughing fit, you weren’t sure. “‘M sorry,” he muttered, pressing himself further into the couch like he was trying to be invisible. 

“Anyway, Pops. There’s something I’d like to ask you.” 

You looked over, seeing that the old man was watching you with a fond look on his face. You couldn’t help but feel your own face warm up. It…somewhat hurt, knowing your father would never look at you like that again. Though, now that you looked back on it, was anything ever genuine? 

“Shoot.”

“I need to know what happened between you and pa-” you cut yourself off. He didn’t deserve his title of ‘dad’ anymore. “Between you and…Anthony.” It felt foreign saying his name in such a way, but that man wasn’t the man you used to know. He was nothing more than a stranger now.

Pops was quiet for a moment. “Were you ever told of the story of how your parents met?” 

You blinked. This isn’t what you asked, but you expect nothing less of Pops. An old man tangent, might as well just go with it. “Not really. I was still too young to really ask questions like that when we lost mamma and Anthony didn’t like talking about her after that anyway.” You shrugged.

The large man nodded slowly, thinking. You wonder what he was planning at this point. “Well, as you know, I’ve known your father a long time. We grew up together, being from allied families and all along with the fact we were the same age. I knew your father better than anyone. He was…much different than he is now. Even him pretending all these years with you wasn’t even your real father.” Your eyes widened. All this time, he couldn’t even pretend to be the man he had used to be? “Then what was he really like?”

Pops thought for a moment, stroking his large mustache as he did so. “Your father was a lot more playful, silly, and overall goofy.” You couldn’t help but glance at Corazon from the corner of your eye before looking back to Pops.

“This also made him very charismatic. Your father could talk his way out of any situation and get anyone to do just about anything for him.” He folded his arms, a fond smile on his face. “Came in handy most of the time, other times it got us into trouble. At our peak, we were unstoppable. We were a force not to be reckoned with. A dynamic duo. Though, it wasn’t as if we sought those titles. We kind of minded our own business and just defended what we had. We weren’t ones to seek more turf or go out of our way to steal other people’s cargo or anything like that. We just did our thing and kicked ass when someone messed with us. It was a pretty good deal we had going.”

You started to wonder where Pops was really going with all this. He seemed all over the place. You supposed that it has been a long time, so he was probably saying what he remembered and filling in the blanks as they came to him. You just kept quiet, letting the old man reminisce. 

“He met your mom in a coffee shop. She had just moved into town, wanting to start fresh. Your dad, the absolute goofball, tripped over something in her store, almost face planting before she caught him. He said it had been love at first sight.” You blinked, glancing at Corazon who glanced back at you. That’s exactly how the two of you had met back up. Well, you had been going to a coffee shop, but all the same. You looked back to Pops.

“However, your father didn’t want to drag your mother into all of this, so he tried not to see her again. As much as he wanted her, he knew she was starting anew and didn’t want to muddy her life. So, he avoided her. Only to meet her again in a park. He was on a jog and someone’s dog had bulldozed him, tripping him and he almost fell until-”

“Mamma.” You were astonished at this point. The second time you had seen Corazon, it was in a park. 

Pops nodded. “Mhm. Your mother. Your father had been a blundering mess but thanked her and ran away essentially. Actually, quite literally. He was breathless because he ran all the way to my place.” The large man laughed, the sound filling the den that all of you sat at. You couldn’t help but think that’s also exactly what you had done. Helped bandage up Corazon before somewhat running away so that no conversation could’ve happened.

“I had tried to tell him to go and ask her out, but he was still on about not wanting to drag her into his lifestyle. He did compromise though. If he had seen her again, he’d ask her out.” He grinned. “Then it happened again. He went to a restaurant, bumping into your mother and almost dropping everything, but she had so expertly caught everything and him as well.”

Again, it was the same as you and Corazon. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, your mind was spinning. How the hell was this possible? You looked at the man next to you who looked just as floored as you were. You reached over, closing his jaw. “Careful, you’ll get lockjaw,” you muttered before turning back to Pops.

“I know what you’re thinking. When Marco told me everything, I couldn’t believe it myself. The stories mirrored each other.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Seems that you and your mother just had similar taste in men.” You felt your face turn red at his comment. Seems like you were more like your mother than you thought. Sure, your father always told you that you were like her but that was because you didn’t like that lifestyle, not much else. At least he didn’t say if you were like her in other ways. The last comparison to your mother he made was being ‘weak’ like she was.

“The parallels are a little uncanny,” you mumbled, running a hand through your hair.

“Anywho, he asked her out the moment that happened. He knew he couldn’t fight Fate and it was obvious that she was at work. They hit it off. I had never seen your father so over the moon and happy with someone. It wasn’t too long after that that they became engaged, then the wedding. I’m sure that was your father’s best day of his life at that point.”

You thought for a moment, thinking back to your father’s words. “But, he said that he never really loved my mother.” You turned your attention back to Pops.

The large man shook his head. “That was a blatant lie. Your father loved your mother. He loved her so much. I could tell in the way he looked at her, the way he acted. He was head over heels. I think that’s a lie he tells himself. That he never loved her and just needed an heir. After all, your father had planned on leaving the family anyway.” 

Your eyes widened. “What?” Your own father planned on leaving?

Pops nodded. “Yep. After the wedding, it was announced that your mother was pregnant with you. Again, I’d never seen him so happy. At this point, your mother still didn’t know about your father’s real work. She still believed him to be a realtor. She was convinced your father would never lie to her. Which, she was right. He didn’t lie to her, except about that.” He thought for a moment, recalling.

“He had said that he wanted to leave the family. That he didn’t want to raise a child in a lifestyle like that. He had grown up in it and it was no place for a kid. At this point, I had been pulling away from the lifestyle myself. I had started settling down and I didn’t want to raise a child in the scene either. We both agreed to leave our families.” You were astonished. You never would’ve guessed and your father had held the same views that you did at one point.

“After you were born, your father was on cloud nine. It was the happiest and most joyous he had ever been. He was more convinced to leave the family. And he was on his way out.” Pops sighed, shaking his head. “He always kept in contact, but mostly minded his business, as he always did. Life was bliss for a few years. He was mostly out of the family business, he had you and her. You and Marco used to play together actually when you were real little. Before the two of you could even remember.”

You looked at Marco, who looked just as surprised. It was clear he’d never heard of this before either. What a lore dump from Pops on this fine day.

“Then there was your mother’s passing. Your father was distraught, as you know.” He paused, thinking. “What…do you remember of your mother?”

You were tense for a moment. Talks of your mother always made you incredibly emotional. “Uh, she was kind and never raised her voice at me. She was always warm too.” You hated that you didn't have many memories of your mother. The few you did have, they were happy. But it's been so long that you weren't sure how much was real and how much was fabricated. 

“Well, that's not wrong. Your mother was one of the sweetest and warmest people I'd ever met. She was patient and kind, always caring about the well-being of others. Sometimes even above her own. She was also incredibly patient, never raising her voice or growing agitated. I don't think there was a bad bone in her body.” There was a fond smile on his face. 

You felt Corazon interlace his fingers with your own. It was at that moment you realized you were crying. Anything involving your mother was instant water works. You sniffled, wiping your tears. “Sorry,” you mumbled. 

“Don't apologize, y/n. It's okay to cry.” Corazon’s voice was soft and comforting. “Seems like you really do take after your mother, though.” You just looked at him, feeling your cheeks heat up. You had always been compared to your father. People had always told you how much you were like him because of how well you fought and how smart you were. They always said you were a mini-him, perfect to take over the family.

“After your mother passed, your father was never the same,” Pops continued, bringing your attention back to him. “All of the light in his life seemed to disappear. Shortly after that, he completely delved into the life again. He took over the family and took you with him. That’s what your father and I ended up fighting about. I tried to make him change his mind, or at least keep you from being in that lifestyle.” 

He sighed, shaking his head. “He yelled at me, telling him that I had no right in telling him how to raise his child. But, it just went against everything that he had wanted. He wanted you out of that life and your father did the exact opposite. He started spewing nonsense. Saying that this had always been his plan. You were only an heir and that he never loved your mother. That it was all an act of some kind. I don’t know if he was trying to convince me or himself.

“I tried a couple more times to talk some sense into him and the last time was when he really tried to fight me. I couldn’t fight my own brother, so I ended up yielding. And I never bothered him again. The Anthony I knew died when your mother did, who he is now…that’s not the man I knew.” 

You just stared at Pops, not knowing what to say. Your head was spinning from all this information. Your father had always been kind, but he was never a goofball like he mentioned. There was always that wall that said he never fully let you in and you knew that, but he was still very fatherly. Now, you had no idea what to think. Was anything he said or felt genuine?

“I think, in the end,” Pops began again. “Your father does care for you. Or at least at one point it did. It’s possible that he has lost himself so much that he’s cut off any ties to anyone.”

Then you realized that you don’t think you told either of them what happened at your father’s estate. “He has another child.” Pops’ eyes widened. “Said he had her just so he could raise the perfect soldier. That I was too weak just like mamma. I could tell by the way they interacted that there was no warmth there.” Your face darkened. He had tried that route with you and when it didn’t work, he used a different method to bring up your half-sister. 

You couldn’t help but feel bad for her. She must’ve grown up in a cold environment.  From the sounds of it, she never knew who her mother was. Just Anthony. Ugh, everything was so fucked up and you didn’t know what to do.

“He purposefully didn’t tell me about her because he said he didn’t want me to convince her to walk away from the business like I did.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You hadn’t told anyone all of this yet, mostly because everything had happened so fast and you shut down even faster.

Pops let out a long sigh. “At least he knows that you have power and influence just as he had. You have the same charismatic charm that he did. People just naturally listen to you.”

You puffed out your cheeks, thinking. What were you going to do now? Now, you knew what happened all those years ago. There was a lot of information thrown at you. A lot of information that contradicted what your own father told you, but you were more inclined to believe Pops. After all, he’s never betrayed you in such a way that destroyed your entire life.

next

#lmaoooo #sorry i kinda just up and disappeared #i have had zero motivation frfr #got a lot of stresses that got me just wanting to sleep all day lmfao #that and this is spinning so far out of control that idk what it even write got that writers block fr #but i think i finally have been able to ring it back in so we'll see #donquixote rosinante x reader #donquixote rosinante #donquixote corazon #corazon x you #rosinante corazon #corazon x reader #corazon #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #rosinante #rosinante x reader #am fics #sc

[vorskra]

yes hi it's me again

hello I'm Vall, I was a member of the writeblr community for a while until for several reasons I stopped being active on here and just have been having the worst writer's block known to creature kind since. i'm an archeologist who is almost done with her masters and thanks to my best friend i decided to give this a go again (also check out her writblr as well please she's amazing @writingmargo) and hopefully now that I'm almost free of academic constraints I will also be free of the shackles of writer's block.

what do i write?

well mostly fantasy since it is by far my favorite genre but i have also dabbled in some sci-fi on the side, even had fanfiction as an appetizer but as it turns out those were dishes i wouldn't have anybody else taste so yeah usually fantasy with a lot of queer characters, magic and me doing the most to shoehorn dragons everywhere i can.

my once and future wips

A CURSE MOST FOUL: Five stories. Some new, some old, some older. Tales of friendship and destruction, of family and revenge. And of pain, so much pain, and death and love amidst it all. Stories that have just begun and stories that have already come to an end but still live on. Let me tell you about a world filled with dangerous magic, terrible curses, talking dragons and sirens who bite, nobles turned pirates, farmers turned war heroes and ordinary people turned legends but at a price.

fantasy

multiple povs, third person

very mental health focused

this one came to me in the haze of several mental breakdowns

some coming of age, some romance, a bit dark in places

a bunch of people are told 'hey this is how your life is gonna go and they go 'no :)'

AMA AND THE PAINTED WORLD: Long ago there was a girl and her painted world, a place full of magic and whimsy that, at first, existed just in her mind. 

Long ago there was a girl and her painted world, and with each gentle brush stroke it came to life. 

Long ago there was a girl and her painted world, in which darkness cut like a knife.

fantasy

one, third person pov

so much whimsy, all the whimsy but oh now watch out!

there's these cute little creatures made of ink blots and look i made them and i want to pet them

ama is straight up having a TimeTM

a study on what happens when you correlate your value as a person with your usefulness and where that leads

Anyway yeah! That is it for now. I'd really love to meet other writeblrs so please never hesitate to send in an ask or a message! Thank you so much for checking out this post ✨✨✨

#i love these wips so much hopefully the writer's block goes way #also ama is like me fr fr except i don't have accidental magic that traps me in a canvas sdkcjnwd #writeblr intro #writblr intro #writeblr introduction

[ghastigiggles]

can i request for ler!kafka and lee!trailblazer with “is that a sensitive spot?”

thank u ok bai :D

Mischievious Prompts [Still Open]

This was bullshit. Mean, and unfair, and nonsensical, and more than anything Stelle was just really hoping and praying none of the Express Crew turned up to save her right now.

“Your face is getting red from holding it in, you know. You really are such a trooper, but this is one of life’s little inevitabilities…”

Kafka’s lilting voice ate away at her already frayed and frazzled nerves, and the gray-haired Trailblazer screwed her eyes shut with a stubborn shake of her head, her cheeks puffed out from the effort of containing her laughter. Her arms strained against the manipulated ‘spider web’ Kafka bound them in, itching to wrap around her torso, to find some measure of protection from the deft squeezes coursing up and down her sides.

“Aw, that’s adorable…” The Stellaron Hunter laughed, her tone condescending yet her intentions genuine; “Come on, sooner or later you’re going to explode…”

Stelle tossed her head with a strangled whine, gritting her teeth – only for her resolve to absolutely crumble once Kafka finally dug her fingers into her underarms, her eyes flying open alongside an almost out-of-character squeal.

“Eeyaaah, nonononohoho, not – not thehere!”

“Oh? Is that a sensitive spot?”

“Plhehehease!!”

Kafka merely chuckled along with her prey as Stelle melted, practically putty in her hands, her will temporarily broken down. 

Sooner or later, someone from either faction would find them, and their fun would be over. Until then, Kafka would enjoy her playtime with her Trailblazer, and Stelle would gleefully bask in the doting attention until her crewmates teased her for it later.

#honkai star rail tickles #hsr tickles #kafka #stelle #mine #sorry again for the shortness </3 as mentioned writers block is kicking my ass #but i still managed to get a tiny little bit done for two of my favourite girls #fun fact i used to ship kafstelle until it became more clear that kafka sees them more like. a child of hers #she's so fun fr

[angelsandmen]

also big fan of demiromantic charles in a charthur setting bc i think charles deserves to have a romance panic,,,,, gives charles that moment when you've been alone all your life and never rly allowed/found yourself or could get close to someone so when you do and you eventually start having some unfamiliar Feelings and proceed to freak out a little as a treat

#charthur #rye rambles #this one is 100% me projecting but also my experiences make for good plot so its also a wip for a fic im writing fsdlksd #godspeed gay cowboys are breaking me out of my writer block fr #me when i get a lil silly with things (writing so many self indulgent things ab gay cowboys) #(such as murder anxiety and what i've been dubbing as charmfort (charles comfort))

[aroninshonour]

Was listening to Cavetown, the song Smoke Signals played, and now, I have an idea I can implement into a Lavahipping fanfic and into the next chapter of one of the other fics I'm writing that's abt Ronin and Dareth-

Who knew one song could have so much power this is great

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago kai #lavashipping #scruffshipping #EHEHEH ideas #Songs have so much power fr lmao #This is great cause I was at a writers block and now I'm not

[willowve01]

#anytime I try to draw or write lore #writers and artist block is a bitch Fr #mage bunkshelf #capital m audios #daysprite #asmr roleplay #the bug army #I just need to give my exhausted brain a second to recharge #Bloodmoon Raine lore might take a hot second #asmr memes

[sun-ea-sports]

Been writing :3

#ignore the fact I’ve been working on this for like 2 months #I am a really good procrastinator 😎 #<- (I actually just have writer’s block 😢) #little doodle I made cause I heard a song and it reminded me of him #ok I’m gonna force myself to try and write more now 🙏 wish me luck fr/silly #lazy art #digital art #drawn on my phone #writing #phighting! #shuriken phighting #subspace phighting #sunny posts #sunny art

[ralvezfanatic]

me when im silly at 3am

#starlite 𖤐 writes #sneak peak #sorta #i haven't worked on it in ages 😭 #writers block 🔥🔥 #i fr wrote this around 3am tho #Spencer Reid #derek morgan #spencer reid x derek morgan #moreid #angst

[that-one-english-nerd]

i hate it when you come up w all the plot points that happen near the middle/end of a fic but then you’re just stuck because you haven’t even come up with how you’re gonna finish the current chapter you’re working on….which totally didn’t just happen to me, idk what you’re talking about… anyways, emotional trauma coming in the future chapters of my fics, just not yet-

#i have a love/hate relationship with writing fr #it’s so hard sometimes😭 #(am i procrastinating writing while making this post?) #(……..maybe?) #writing #writing block #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #writing struggles