#how to get over writers block

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

And if i told you i have temporarily abandoned drawing to write a Crazy Carl fic what then

[sodaneko]

heartbreaking! one of your favorite artists makes fun of y/n fics!

[catzz089]

you might be my favorite lestappen writer oh my god i love you so muchplease dont go through writers block 🌹💔 any more works planned? that 24 is getting too clpse for my liking 😔 would you ever consider doing a royalty au? i would literally send you many many gifts and trinkets

Omg thank you so much. You’re so sweet

I write chapters ahead of time to COMPENSATE for writers block 💪💪 started chp.20 today. My best way around writers block is not getting bored!!! So if I’m ever bored I just start planning a new fic until I need to kick myself into gear 🙏

YES!!! SOOOO MANYYY!!!! I probably shouldn’t say anything but I’m so excited over them, the next one will probably be a getting back together fic (bc I crave angst) and (hopefully) it’s shorter than the monstrosity that is rcch!!! And then I REALLY shouldn’t say anything but I have at least two much longer fics I want to write, I’ve recently gotten SUPER excited over one of them, so there’s a very high chance you see the alien au first

OMG GET OUT OF MY NOTESSSSSS

YES I have considered doing a royalty au, but with my other potential fics I’ve got the rough story all planned out, I haven’t yet figured how I’d want the dynamics for lestappen royalty. Arranged marriage? Knight Charles and Prince Max? Knight Max and Prince Charles? SOFIA THE FIRST STYLE MAX VERSTAPPEN??????Both royalty from differnt kingdoms and they meet across balls??? RIVALLING kingdoms and Max gets married off as a peace treaty?? Rivalling kingdoms and its R&J style? Perhaps Charming perfect Prince Charles and rival Max who wishes to be seen that perfect and KNOWS Charles isn’t? Maybe they fight over horse riding races??? MAYBE one of them gets into a marriage with someone else and the other has to try and get it broken off?? MAYBE one gets into a marriage with someone else but it’s toxic, and Charles needs to come and save Max from it!!!!OR we take a COMPLETE curveball and go for fantasy royalty???

The choices are so endless and confusing I’d LOVE to do one, and I probably will eventually but I’d need to get it figured out first AND go through the other fics I so desperately want to do 😭😭

[danishphoner]

there are times that i'm stuck into the void of a mind bereft of any consistent ideas to create anything until star treatment starts playing and the multitude of distinct musical arrangements lining up in a set of chords that transports you to a liminal space built in the frenzied generation of the generation of information of the 2000s designed through a collection of footages from the 1970s classics get into your cerebral sulci for about forty minutes and it's like creativity is alive and breathing and quite well again

[thisblogdoesnotexisg]

nevermoor has some sort of parade during may or march, i will not take constructive criticism because it does not have to be associated with st. patrick’s! anyway it’s kinda like a foodie tech show(?) where they show the latest edible inventions as samples, you can also buy more or donate so they can open a stall in the bazaar and make more products!

[arthoure]

Me: I am criminally underestimated at how skilled I am at what I do. More people should be consulting me. Big name industry person: Please contribute to the book I'm writing Me: Actually I have never known anything in my life and am terrified to publicly posit that i know even one (1) factoid

[mirkwood]

Hara!! <3 28 for feanor/melkor for the kiss prompts? 👀 (also if i just unfollowed and re-followed you because i clicked the wrong damn button pls ignore it i am. very tired lmao)

MONA!!! HI! sorry this took me so long i was having a mental breakdown over it <3 But here it is!!! <3

Also everyone read the tags they hold important info, thank you <3

Prompt 28: As a lie.

Pairing: Fëanor/Melkor

They meet under the starlit sky and the mingling light of the Trees.

It is easy for them to slip unnoticed into one of the secluded gardens of Tirion, known only to a select few. Fëanor, draped in his black cloak, conceals the colors of his Father's House. Melkor, clad in darkness, blends seamlessly with the night.

It has become a habit. A pastime of sorts that both of them seem to enjoy. They sit together in the dark of the night, exchanging ideas and thoughtful words. Despite Melkor's past transgressions, Fëanor feels a sense of ease around the Vala. Each time, he allows himself to get closer to him, to get entangled in Melkor’s words.

Melkor is nothing like he had first thought. He is everything a Vala should be, majestic, just, and regal. He speaks and Fëanor listens, each word is like a gentle breeze against his face in the endless heat of the summer. Melkor moves gracefully across the garden, as if he can’t contain his restless energy, not after three ages of imprisonment. 

Fëanor leans against one of the walls of the garden and observes him as Melkor's fingers hover near the flowers, hesitant yet lingering. His hands possess the power to create and to destroy—a duality Fëanor has come to understand well. 

"Isn't this exquisite, Fëanor?" Melkor inquires softly, his fingertips brushing the petals of a flower. Fëanor watches, unsurprised, as the petals wilt and fall, the flower decaying slowly before his eyes. "How fragile they are."

“I've never had much interest in flowers,” Fëanor answers truthfully. His hands bear the marks of his work in the forges, his palms and fingers rough and calloused from the hours spent holding a hammer. 

“I know,” Melkor says, cutting the dead flower by its stem. “But surely, you can appreciate the beauty of decay.” 

He turns to face Fëanor, his eyes glinting in the faint glow of the Light. He reaches his hand out to give the flower to him, yet Fëanor pushes away from the wall and walks towards him. He stands in front of Melkor, craning his head back to meet his gaze. He is tall but the Vala towers over him. Fëanor reaches out, their fingers brushing as he takes the flower from Melkor's hand.

“Indeed,” he answers, and his voice comes across as a whisper. They are so close that Fëanor can finally look upon his face closely, his eyes wandering over the lines between his eyebrows and the curve of his nose. Melkor’s eyes, he realizes, have speckles of dark gray  beneath the red. 

Fëanor's gaze lingers on Melkor's mouth, contemplating the curiosity that has stirred within him for so long. He hesitates. He shouldn’t be doing this. Yet he leans in, so close to Melkor’s mouth that he can feel his breath on his lips. 

Melkor’s lips twitch in a smile and his hand comes up to cradle Fëanor’s cheek, the scent of the flower lingering on his fingers. It's an intoxicating scent that loosens Fëanor's inhibitions, drawing him nearer as Melkor closes the distance between them.

But just before their lips meet, Melkor pauses, a mere whisper separating them from what they both have been waiting for.

“Tell me you want this,” he murmurs, and his voice reaches Fëanor slowly, as if it is miles away.

“I don’t,” Fëanor lies.

Before he can regret it, he closes the distance between them, pressing his lips against Melkor’s in a tentative kiss. Melkor meets his kiss with shared passion, pushing him back against the wall he was leaning on moments ago. 

The flower is long forgotten.

Send me a ship and a number

[kinnbig]

50 for KinnBig

50 - a goodbye kiss that says ''I don't love you the way you love me, and I'm setting you free''

When Porsche’s voice travels in from the hallway outside, Big pretends to be asleep.

His door crashes open a moment later, and then two sets of footsteps are approaching his bed. One set is slightly hesitant, awkward; belonging, Big assumes, to Porsche.

The other footsteps, Big would know anywhere.

“Oh,” Porsche is saying, “the nurse outside said he’d been awake today.”

“He’s just had major surgery,” Kinn says gently, “he’s going to need a lot of rest.”

His voice is low and contemplative, almost soft, and Big has to fight to keep his face still, force himself not to throw open his eyes and look, not to drink in every expression that crosses Kinn’s face, not to gasp his presence into his lungs like a man drowning.

It’s embarrassment that keeps his eyes firmly shut.

He doesn’t think he could look Porsche in the eye, look Kinn in the eye. Not now, not after what he said. After what he did.

It’s quiet for so long that Big wonders if he didn’t actually fall asleep and miss them both leaving.

Porsche breaks the silence with uncharacteristic uncertainty. “Why do you think he did it?”

Big suppresses a flinch.

Khun Kinn loves you so much.

Kinn sighs. “He’s an excellent bodyguard.”

Usually Big would be delighted with the praise. Today it sinks into his stomach, aching with something akin to grief.

Porsche doesn’t say anything to that. Big hears him scuffing his foot against the ground.

“Maybe we should come back later,” he says eventually, “when he’s awake.”

“Of course,” Kinn says, “you go ahead. I need to double check with the nurses about security.”

Big hears Porsche hum his agreement and shuffle to his feet, and then the door is swinging shut behind him and Big is alone in the room with Kinn.

The air feels thick with it; with Kinn; settling heavy on Big’s rib cage and making it hard to breathe.

Kinn’s hand settles on his shoulder. It burns like a brand.

“I wanted to say thank you,” Kinn says softly, “for what you did for Porsche.”

Big’s chest aches.

He doesn’t open his eyes.

It wasn’t for Porsche, he wants to shout, you know it wasn’t for Porsche.

Kinn squeezes his shoulder.

“You were right - I love him. I love him more than is sensible, and I - thank you.”

Kinn moves closer, and Big senses what’s about to happen milliseconds before it does. Kinn’s lips brush his cheek; light, chaste, gentle; and Big’s eyes flutter open involuntarily as Kinn pulls away.

He doesn’t look surprised to meet Big’s clearly conscious gaze. He just nods, formal and final, and collects his jacket from the arm of his chair.

“Take care of yourself, Big.”

He doesn’t say goodbye.

He doesn’t need to.

It was for you, Big lets himself admit into the emptiness he leaves behind, it’s always been for you.

kiss prompt ficlets 💖

[kubb-is-a-swedish-lawn-game]

God I miss writing

[tiktaaliker]

ok I know I'm already in the process of writing an extremely long video game retelling/au where the protag is a nonhuman who gets suddenly and unwillingly put in a situation where they have to pass as A Normal Guy by the threat of harm/death while also being put into a role where they're the Only One capable of saving the world. but what if I started a DIFFERENT one too

[coridallasmultipass]

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[watery-melon-baller]

lads a script is being written!!!

[marimbles]

i miss being in my tmsidk era. what was i on back then. where did that girl go. come back ho why would you abandon me like this

[fantasyoverreality98]

why do I always seems to have massive breakdowns at approximately 11:30 PM

[altruistic-meme]

hi!! no worries on the late reply at all, I don’t mind :))

I’m very happy to hear you’re continuing it! but don’t feel rushed, I know writing when stressed can be frustrating. I myself quit writing for a loooong time even tho I really wanted to, but life, ya know?

I hope your life stresses get better soon! it shcks when you want to write but are too stressed to.

I look forward to the new chapters, I will be reading those as soon as they’re posted <3

🥰🥰🥰

life indeed ahahhhhh

also i promise you the only one i'm allowing to rush me is myself :') i just want to get it written!!! i wanna keep going!!! and that's all just on me deciding that i do want to write. mostly cus i know writing tends to be relaxing for me, it's why i write in the first place, so pushing myself to write is just kinda one of those things thats like,,,, i need to push myself to do the things that i know will make me feel better even though it'll suck at first cus it's a use of energy :'))))

though ofc knowing that there are people genuinely waiting for it also helps so much for motivation >:D

[opalthea]

also, hello padisarah nonnie !! it's good to see you again :>

i decided to not answer your ask regarding the wholeeee stuff.. because i don't really care what they want to do anymore. i've done my part of speaking up about their behaviours and calling them out - which made a lot of people open their eyes for once instead of ignoring the warnings they got from me or other people. and i think that's all i want to do.

THIS WILL FORMALLY BE THE LAST POST ABOUT THEM. I will not answer any asks regarding it anymore, so if you want to make your own posts regarding those users, please use your own platforms, thank you.

as much as i encourage speaking up, i also don't want to give a flying duck about them anymore. y'know, like, i spoke up because i couldn't tolerate them and their behaviours anymore - couldn't just keep quiet when my mutuals are knowingly or unknowingly talking to shitty people like that. if they started a new blog, just let them. i don't really care anymore 😭 all i hope is that my mutuals and those that see this are more aware of internet safety and who you surround yourself with. it was already exhausting trying to warn others about them and not being listened to until i made this shit public — i'm not going to start becoming a blog that runs on discourse just so some can finally realise that this person was shitty and that person was the devil.

thanks for also caring abt me and informing me of their new url, i appreciate that a lot! it's on my blocklist now + the mutuals they've tagged on that post too 💀 if, however, i blocked you without a good reason why, or if i blocked you before you knew of this and had already cut ties with them, feel free to send me a message or ask on a different blog! i took precautionary blocks when it comes to having those kind of people as mutuals so .. yeah.