#Writers Block Broken

[withbeasts]

i wrote two things after like three months

[fandomdancer]

Special thanks to my bestie who gave me different perspective on a writers block problem and now quite possibly I am back to sprinting forward on Laura and Jim again!

Also finally caught up at work from being on vacation and feeling like I can breathe again so time to really start settling into 2024!

[galvanizedfriend]

WIP Wednesday

Posting something for WIP Weds in the hopes to get back on my writing horse. It's been tough lately, friends. This is another snippet of Speed Dating. Not directly after this, but some time later.

Anyway, hopes and prayers for me, my dudes. 😔 I need to write again. Also, about this snippet: jealous!klaroline is my not-so-secret guilty pleasure, I shall not apologize.

Conversation began to flow more freely. Rebekah and Elijah started poking at Camille as though she were a creature from a different planet, both evidently curious about Niklaus' girlfriend. Rebekah knew of her, but they were yet to meet. Cami is graceful and smart and lovely in ways she’d never been before, not to Caroline, and they all seem fascinated. Fits right in with Klaus’ family. Fits right in next to Klaus, with a hand around his elbow.

It makes Caroline sick to her stomach. She hates it. More than she hates Dr. Saltzman’s lectures, more than she hates last week’s tofu, more than she hates getting puked on by drunkards during her shifts. She hates it with every fiber of her being, so freaking much she can almost feel the revulsion singing her bones.

Above anything else, she hates how it makes her feel found out, exposed, rubbing the truth of her feelings in her face until she can no longer deny it: Caroline is infected with jealousy.

Up until that moment, she had felt it in short bursts - acute, but fleeting. It was manageable. Debatable, even. But tonight, has completely destroyed all of her defenses. The harsh, cold truth of it crashed down upon her like a giant wave. Every time Klaus even so much as looks at Camille, speaks to her, whenever his hand accidentally brushes up against hers because she’s sitting way too freaking close to him, Caroline feels an irrational spike of murderous anger, followed by an insane and uncontrollable need to throw something heavy across the room. 

She wants to scream.

Something nasty balls in her throat and makes it impossible for her to continue to socialize. The forged indifference she’s worn all night is about to crack. She is locked in battle for her dignity and being positively massacred.  

She needs a drink. Six drinks. Maybe more. Fast. Anything to dull out the brash reaction threatening to come out.

Before anyone can point out that she could just order directly from their booth, she excuses herself and slips out. Funny how she seems to be the only one to notice how utterly unbreathable the air is.

Away from prying eyes, she abandons the cocktails in favor of something more effectively numbing. She downs a shot of whiskey all at once, and then asks for another. When she signals for a third one, the bartender gives her a look. The lonely girl getting hammered at the bar is looking for trouble look.

"I just had dinner with my roommate, whom I may or may not have feelings for, and his siblings, while they get introduced to his girlfriend, ok? I'm having a really bad night, so I'd appreciate it if you could just pour me a shot and kept the judgment to yourself."

The guy shrugs. "Suit yourself."

"Thank you."

The alcohol is meant to melt down the anxious knots in her stomach, dial down her spiking nerves back to acceptable levels, but the first immediate effect is a different one. The prickly discomfort morphs into a kind of ache, dull but heavier. This sudden uncontrollable need to be the object of Klaus' attention, the reason behind his smiles, the theme of all his stories, gains sharper, clearer contours.

The extreme anxiety she's experiencing, she concludes, is illumination. The kind that comes with a heavy object falling on your head and cracking your skull wide open. This visceral reaction is the answer to all the questions she's been mulling over incessantly for months now. Suddenly, Caroline no longer feels crazy; she feels heartbroken.

[gerrydelano]

wrote three pages today ✌️

[volantium]

aka the 'lando loses his career in the blink of an eye. oscar picks up the pieces' fic | 1/1, 28.3k | read here on ao3 (archive-locked)

“I—the doctors said—”

The words stick in his throat.

Lando does it again, eyes flickering to the side, Oscar still watching and watching and watching.

The words still don’t come. Lando closes his eyes.

He breathes in deep, the sound of it shaky in the silence.

“Lando,” Oscar says, in that tempered and measured way of his.

Lando presses a fist to his eyes, tries to tamp down on the emotions. He’s never been good at that—not like Oscar. So many times, he’s thought, maybe this would all be so much easier if he could just compartmentalise.

A warm hand wraps around Lando’s forearm, fingers curled around the inside of his wrist.

He feels the mattress dipping with Oscar’s weight beside his hip. “You’re okay, mate,” he hears.

The hand around his wrist tugs, gently. Lando lets his arm be pulled away until it’s resting back in his lap, Oscar’s fingers a light touch against his skin.

“Fuck,” Lando breathes out, rolls his head backward to stare at the ceiling.

He can’t even look at Oscar when he says it. “They told me I won’t race again.”

[pain-is-too-tired]

Something about being at the hands of someone so much larger than you that can be oh so horrorfying.

This person can so easily hurt you, trap you, crush you without much thought. They hold your entire well being at the literal palm of their hand.

I think it's why for a tiny to let someone hold them willingly, it's such an important tell how much they trust the other. That they feel safe being held by them. They are comfortable in the fact that this person won't hurt them in any way.

So what happens when that trust is broken?

That person betrays the group, maybe joins the enemy side, is suddenly no longer seeming to be the person the tiny thought they were.

And the next time they're in the hands of that person, they're scared. Either frozen in fear or struggling to get away. They don't know what to expect.

Even more so if the person is so oblivious as to why the tiny is now uncomfortable in their hands.

"You use to never fight when I held you, what happened?"

And the tiny just can't get the words out. Not like the other would understand anyway. They never did, did they?

The person continuing to try to act like nothing's change. A kiss from them making the tiny well aware of the others canines. They way they hold them making them well aware how easily they can trap them. Maybe they get into an argument, and the giant's grip tightens around them without the other even thinking about it. And the tiny is again well aware how easily they can be crushed.

Hands that were once safe suddenly feel like they can be your tomb. How do you process that?

[astriiformes]

Annoying that I am in such a writing slump lately, because almost no one is writing the gen Laios whump I want so badly to read, and every time I have the thought "I should fix this" my brain absolutely bluescreens

[hella1975]

my dramatic ass pacing circles in the kitchen like im never writing anything ever again bc nothing feels great anymore it just feels good and apparently i will not apply myself even to my most longterm and beloved passion if i can't feel prodigious at it. fym ur gonna stop trying altogether ur also gonna get ur period in the next few days but im sure there's no correlation

[zephyrfuse]

just saying there should be a challenge mode where u can use the grizzco weapons against other players in a regular battle mode

[orcelito]

Plotted out the last scene so I could leech off the late night sleep deprivation thoughts for it (it'll make sense Why that's good when u guys see it). Saving the actual writing for the morning tho.

You guys will see. I think this chapter will be worth the wait. At least somewhat.

[seraph-of-sizes]

Broken Homes of Different Sizes pt6

Borrower Lyney and Lynette, Human Freminet (Slight au with borrowers existing, everything else is the same as canon)

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“You’ve been home for a while, are you on house arrest or something?” Freminet pulled his goggles up and peered down at the eldest of the borrower twins, face twisted with confusion at the tiny person on the floor.

“What? No I’m just… well.” Freminet hummed, rubbing his neck. “Father said I was burned out and making mistakes, I had been doing nonstop missions since she took over the Hearth so she made me take a week off from that work.” Freminet watched as Lyney scaled the staple ladder he had put into the legs of his desks and other furniture. 

“What happens when you go back?” Freminet bit his lip as he put away his tools. Slowly he turned his full attention onto Lyney, only to cower a little under the sharp look.

“Most likely back to infiltration missions.” He admitted. “They’re usually a day or two at most. But I end up helping others with their missions if I get done quickly. Most of the other children of the Hearth tolerate me because I know my place. I’m the diver, the best to easily fake innocence.” He hid another wince at the unamused look being leveled at him.

“You talk about diving a lot.” The two boys both jumped at the sudden voice, turning to see Lynette poking her head out from behind a wall outlet cover.

“Nette…you’re not supposed to use that entrance remember?” Freminet winced as he reached over and pulled at the cover more, revealing a very fried outlet. “You could get electrocuted.”

“It’s fine, we cut the power to it.” Freminet glanced back at Lyney in horror.

“I- that’s not-” Freminet leaned back in his chair and rubbed at his face. 

The twins snickered softly, they couldn’t help but feel inclined to tease the youngest of them, even if he was the largest. Older sibling privilege, Lyney would say.

“You haven’t left the house this whole time, usually you would be in the ocean for hours everyday.” Lyney pointed out after a moment. He watched Freminet’s head raise from where it was resting on his arms.

“Well, I wouldn’t feel right leaving you two here alone. I- I know you’ve been here for a long time before we actually met, but…” Freminet slowly reached towards the twins, pausing before actually making contact. “For the first time, this place feels like home. I’m scared if I leave for too long…that it’s all just a dream.”

Lyney crossed his arms and glanced at Lynette. “Well I’m 100 percent certain that we are real, and we don’t plan on going anywhere for the time being.”

“I know that, it’s just that-” Freminet sighed, pulling his hand away. “Have you heard of Loneliness Syndrome?”

The twins shook their heads.

Freminet hummed, closing his eyes. “It's a type of mental sickness that happens to people that become so closed off from the world due to trauma or lack of empathetic or even sympathetic interactions. The sufferer creates grand delusions and fantasies as a form of escapism, until the point that they can no longer separate the fantasy from reality.”

“It sounds like…you know about this sickness from experience.” Lynette whispered, earning a glare from her brother.

“It’s really common in the House of the Hearth.” Freminet’s eyes opened. “I was starting to get it, but when Father took over it changed too much. I was forced back into reality, and then I met you two.”

“Diving is your way of bridging the escape of the fantasy but living in the moment to force reality.” Lyney’s eyes widened. “That’s actually incredible.”

“I was lucky.” Freminet sighed, gently moving his hand back towards the twins. “Sorry, I- can I…um.”

“You need to feel us, we understand.” Lynette smiled as she pulled Lyney into the waiting palm behind them. She could feel the heat that Freminet gave off, more subtle than other humans she had been held by due to his lower core temperature as a Cryo user. “Your heart is beating fast.”

Lyney nodded, the pulse of Freminet’s heart was easy to feel through his own hands, if they were paying attention to it. 

“Sorry, I just…am really attached to you is all.” The quiet confession seemed to shock all three of them as Freminet’s face burned red. 

“Somehow, I saw that coming,” Lynette shrugged, only to get shoved by Lyney.

“Stop ruining the moment.” He grumbled, crossing his arms, sticking his tongue out for good measure.

The twins yelped softly as Freminet began to jostle them slightly, soft laughter coming from him. When he calmed down, the fond smile that he gave them was absolutely adorable, leaving the twins starstruck.

They were still getting used to the younger human, but it was obvious that they were in for the long haul now. This was their younger brother, no matter what differences they had.

[themysticalbookletsworld]

"Navigating Authority: The Fine Line of Balance."

[befuddled-calico-whump]

i just want you to know i’m so so wildfire brained rn. the last chapter still has me on the edge of my seat when i reread it!! im so so curious for the next chapter and how him meeting the rogues again will go!!!

Glad to hear it! 🥰🥰 I swear I'll work on the next chapter soon ahaha

[optiwashere]

touching ten, Asheera and Shadowheart

Ooooh I was secretly hoping someone would send this one in... Thanks for the request, anon! 💜

Breaky time for me once more. I should be back later to fill in the prompts that are left!

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Touching 10 (spooning at night) feat. my half-orc trans fem OC whom I love deeply. CW for some fingering smut because we embrace joy here.

The unsubtle grinding behind Shadowheart caught her from the brink of sleep, arms wrapped around her chest drifting up.

"Awake?" she muttered.

Asheera's hand answered by palming her bare breast atop their bed in the suites of the Elfsong. All of Shadowheart could fit just against her chest, curled up into her lover's body. She nestled back, trying to shift herself in rhythm with Asheera's movements.

"Are you actually awake or is this some nocturnal moment?" Shadowheart asked.

Asheera chuckled against the back of her head. "Think I gave myself away there?"

"Something else might have given you away." Shadowheart shifted herself up, brushing the curves of her lower back along Asheera's half-hard length. "Want me to...?"

"No. Can't really. Grind feels good." Asheera kissed the back of her head, her careful palming of Shadowheart's chest dipping down her stomach. "Just want to feel you."

"I think that's a reasonable arrangement," Shadowheart breathed as fingertips played at her bush.

Neither of them saw a need to sleep in clothing anymore. Not when it was this warm at night. It was pleasant, freeing even. Better was the fact that Asheera could slide two fingers down through hair, the arch at the apex lingering against the flesh hiding her clit. Two fingers on either side of her.

Massaging her lips gently, working her slowly into breathy little moans. Comfortable shapes that didn't ruin her, not like their hardest nights, but instead molded a pleasant heat in her chest that dripped down to her core.

Her cunt begged for those fingers after only a few minutes of kisses on the back of her neck. A touch to her breast. Asheera, despite what she said, continued stroking herself on the curve of Shadowheart's back.

"Feel good?" she asked breathily.

"Always," Asheera muttered. Her fingers parted Shadowheart's lips. "Feel good?"

"Yes." Shadowheart had to force her eyes closed as two huge, long, gargantuan, perfect fingers slid into her. "Gods, yes."

"Love when you're like this."

Shadowheart meant to answer in kind, but Asheera's fingers curled up and against the sensitive wall that jolted Shadowheart's legs awake. Nerves thought dormant flared to life instantly. Joined by a growl and a tusk across the back of her neck, Asheera's palm dragged across her clit now unhidden, budding with heat.

The repetitive, simple strokes of fingers and palm forced Shadowheart deeper into Asheera's back. So deep she thought they'd join together. Whether Asheera found some release, Shadowheart didn't care.

She was too busy flexing muscles, tightening around Asheera. Easy circles and curls of those fingers scored her deep. Caused her to clench without thinking. Every inch of her body hungered for palm and fingers. Two that became three, stretching her wide enough to cry out.

Between moans, Shadowheart tried to speak. "If you don't... I'll kill you in your sleep."

"If I don't what, love?" asked a gruff, husky Asheera. Sleep cut her voice to stone.

"Make me," Shadowheart breathed, "come."

Three fingers answered without a voice to match. One palm brushed her in sync with the rhythm that was crippling her thoughts. Breaking her to pieces.

Turning her into a wet mess that wanted more.

Needed more.

Needed everything until stars flashed behind her eyes, rolled back into her head, and her entire body buzzed until it was numb. Numb, overly sensitive, and desperate for those fingers to stay inside.

More.

[tweeterwilbury]

RPF IS FINE

[lewmagoo]

anon who sent me the historical(ish) rhett au…you just may have inspired me to write a full length fic about it 🤭