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Nanami likes to watch the way his wife's fingers wrap around Higuruma's cock. He leans back into his seat in front of the fireplace in Higuruma's study; the ice in his scotch clinks against the crystal as he finishes the rest with a hard swallow. The burn of it makes his eyes water.
Normally when they swap, it's a private affair. Tonight, Nanami's wife invites him to watch. She pays him no mind, however, as she strokes Higuruma while he mouths at her neck. Kento's erection is almost painful as it strains against his trousers, and he palms it to relieve the ache as he watches his beautiful wife lower her head into his friend's lap.
Higuruma releases a low, intensely satisfied groan, and the fire crackles and pops. Spit pools under Nanami's tongue as he leans forward, tortured in the most delicious sense of the word.
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Things That May Be Causing Your Writer's Block- and How to Beat Them
I don't like the term 'Writer's Block' - not because it isn't real, but because the term is so vague that it's useless. Hundreds of issues all get lumped together under this one umbrella, making writer's block seem like this all-powerful boogeyman that's impossible to beat. Worse yet, it leaves people giving and receiving advice that is completely ineffective because people often don't realize they're talking about entirely different issues.
In my experience, the key to beating writer's block is figuring out what the block even is, so I put together a list of Actual Reasons why you may be struggling to write:
(note that any case of writer's block is usually a mix of two or more)
Perfectionism (most common)
What it looks like:
You write one sentence and spend the next hour googling "synonyms for ___"
Write. Erase. Write. Rewrite. Erase.
Should I even start writing this scene when I haven't figured out this one specific detail yet?
I hate everything I write
Cringing while writing
My first draft must be perfect, or else I'm a terrible writer
Things that can help:
Give yourself permission to suck
Keep in mind that nothing you write is going to be perfect, especially your first draft
Think of writing your first/early drafts not as writing, but sketching out a loose foundation to build upon later
People write multiple drafts for a reason: write now, edit later
Stop googling synonyms and save that for editing
Write with a pen to reduce temptation to erase
Embrace leaving blank spaces in your writing when you can't think of the right word, name, or detail
It's okay if your writing sucks. We all suck at some point. Embrace the growth mindset, and focus on getting words on a page
Lack of inspiration (easiest to fix)
What it looks like:
Head empty, no ideas
What do I even write about???
I don't have a plot, I just have an image
Want to write but no story to write
Things that can help:
Google writing prompts
If writing prompts aren't your thing, instead try thinking about what kind of tropes/genres/story elements you would like to try out
Instead of thinking about the story you would like to write, think about the story you would like to read, and write that
It's okay if you don't have a fully fleshed out story idea. Even if it's just an image or a line of dialogue, it's okay to write that. A story may or may not come out of it, but at least you got the creative juices flowing
Stop writing. Step away from your desk and let yourself naturally get inspired. Go for a walk, read a book, travel, play video games, research history, etc. Don't force ideas, but do open up your mind to them
If you're like me, world-building may come more naturally than plotting. Design the world first and let the story come later
Boredom/Understimulation (lost the flow)
What it looks like:
I know I should be writing but uugggghhhh I just can'tttttt
Writing words feels like pulling teeth
I started writing, but then I got bored/distracted
I enjoy the idea of writing, but the actual process makes me want to throw my laptop out the window
Things that can help:
Introduce stimulation: snacks, beverages, gum, music such as lo-fi, blankets, decorate your writing space, get a clickity-clackity keyboard, etc.
Add variety: write in a new location, try a new idea/different story for a day or so, switch up how you write (pen and paper vs. computer) or try voice recording or speech-to-text
Gamify writing: create an arbitrary challenge, such as trying to see how many words you can write in a set time and try to beat your high score
Find a writing buddy or join a writer's group
Give yourself a reward for every writing milestone, even if it's just writing a paragraph
Ask yourself whether this project you're working on is something you really want to be doing, and be honest with your answer
Intimidation/Procrastination (often related to perfectionism, but not always)
What it looks like:
I was feeling really motivated to write, but then I opened my laptop
I don't even know where to start
I love writing, but I can never seem to get started
I'll write tomorrow. I mean next week. Next month? Next month, I swear (doesn't write next month)
Can't find the time or energy
Unreasonable expectations (I should be able to write 10,000 words a day, right????)
Feeling discouraged and wondering why I'm even trying
Things that can help:
Follow the 2 min rule (or the 1 paragraph rule, which works better for me): whenever you sit down to write, tell yourself that you are only going to write for 2 minutes. If you feel like continuing once the 2 mins are up, go for it! Otherwise, stop. Force yourself to start but DO NOT force yourself to continue unless you feel like it. The more often you do this, the easier it will be to get started
Make getting started as easy as possible (i.e. minimize barriers: if getting up to get a notebook is stopping you from getting started, then write in the notes app of your phone)
Commit to a routine that will work for you. Baby steps are important here. Go with something that feels reasonable: every day, every other day, once a week, twice a week, and use cues to help you remember to start. If you chose a set time to write, just make sure that it's a time that feels natural to you- i.e. don't force yourself to writing at 9am every morning if you're not a morning person
Find a friend or a writing buddy you can trust and talk it out or share a piece of work you're proud of. Sometimes we just get a bit bogged down by criticism- either internal or external- and need a few words of encouragement
The Problem's Not You, It's Your Story (or Outline (or Process))
What it looks like:
I have no problems writing other scenes, it's just this scene
I started writing, but now I have no idea where I'm going
I don't think I'm doing this right
What's an outline?
Drowning in documents
This. Doesn't. Make. Sense. How do I get from this plot point to this one?!?!?! (this ColeyDoesThings quote lives in my head rent free cause BOY have I been there)
Things That Can Help:
Go back to the drawing board. Really try to get at the root of why a scene or story isn't working
A part of growing as a writer is learning when to kill your darlings. Sometimes you're trying to force an idea or scene that just doesn't work and you need to let it go
If you don't have an outline, write one
If you have an outline and it isn't working, rewrite it, or look up different ways to structure it
You may be trying to write as a pantser when you're really a plotter or vice versa. Experiment with different writing processes and see what feels most natural
Study story structures, starting with the three act structure. Even if you don't use them, you should know them
Check out Ellen Brock on YouTube. She's a professional novel editor who has a lot of advice on writing strategies for different types of writers
Also check out Savage Books on YouTube (another professional story editor) for advice on story structure and dialogue. Seriously, I cannot recommend this guy enough
Executive Dysfunction, Usually From ADHD/Autism
What it looks like:
Everything in boredom/understimulation
Everything in intimidation/procrastination
You have been diagnosed with and/or have symptoms of ADHD/Autism
Things that can help:
If you haven't already, seek a diagnosis or professional treatment
Hire an ADHD coach or other specialist that can help you work with your brain (I use Shimmer; feel free to DM me for a referral)
Seek out neurodiverse communities for advice and support
Try body doubling! There's lot's of free online body doubling websites out there for you to try. If social anxiety is a barrier, start out with writing streams such as katecavanaughwrites on Twitch
Be aware of any sensory barriers that may be getting in the way of you writing (such as an uncomfortable desk chair, harsh lighting, bad sounds)
And Lastly, Burnout, Depression, or Other Mental Illness
What it looks like:
You have symptoms of burnout or depression
Struggling with all things, not just writing
It's more than a lack of inspiration- the spark is just dead
Things that can help:
Forget writing for now. Focus on healing first.
Seek professional help
If you feel like it, use writing as a way to explore your feelings. It can take the form of journaling, poetry, an abstract reflection of your thoughts, narrative essays, or exploring what you're feeling through your fictional characters. The last two helped me rediscover my love of writing after I thought years of depression had killed it for good. Just don't force yourself to do so, and stop if it takes you to a darker place instead of feeling cathartic
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I wonder what kind of relationship these two would have had.
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hi mint I saw your post about wanting to be rich to play w someone’s pussy all night and that is iida. to me…
apecifically your porn addicted kinda loserish one who thinks he’s unattractive compared to bakugou and kiri and Shouto, he thinks he’s no fun compared to others and all he has is money so why would you stay?
maybe you’re his pretty little assistant or just a friend he’s been pining over… at a work gala you see him drunk for the first time and he can’t help himself from saying all the nasty things he’s thought abt you and he just leans into your ear and is like “i need to know what your pussy tastes like… just once.”
you look at him but he’s dead serious
“I’ll pay you.”
StOP OBSESSED MY JAW DROPPED
he doesn't usually drink, but the stupid Lil cocktails caught up to him tonight. he's so lonely and desperate and defeated that the words just slip from his mouth
youre aghast at first, maybe a bit offended, but he says it again eith a break in his voice... so you let him suck your cum off of your fingers and find your bank account 500 dollars heavier
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I found you. Finally. 💜
Cs_ao3 - https://twitter.com/cs_ao3/
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Annie X Sleeping Beauty
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I just know he was thinking about how Suguru managed to somehow rise from the dead to be with him and how the reality and the grief of his passing lifted for just one second in what is the most vulnerable we’ve ever seen Satoru.
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sometimes i feel like every idea i’ve ever had has already been written by someone better than me
#and i’m like oh shucks i can’t do it anymore#but then i’m like two cakes right???#but i get so worried im subconsciously plagiarizing them now that ive read it
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"i won't be able to see you for a while."
the tokyo streets slip past outside your window, but your eyes aren't quite following the scenery. you feel a little dizzy thanks to the wine satoru kept pouring over dinner—filling only your glass, as usual. it was a vintage you could never have dreamed you'd get the chance to taste only a few short months ago; a luxury so distant that you'd never once even thought about what it might be like to try. now it lingers on your tongue, stains your lips slightly, feels familiar in ways you still struggle to reckon with.
you tilt your face towards the man sitting beside you in the back of the car that's taking you home.
"a while?" you ask him curiously, though that's perhaps not the most important query.
satoru hums, smiling a little to himself as his fingers press against the pulse point on your wrist. he's been toying with your hand ever since you left the restaurant, but you've hardly paid it any notice.
satoru's touch used to be limited to the spectacle. his hands only reaching out for you when someone was there to witness it. at one time, satoru would have changed cars before his driver took you home. at one time, he would have dropped your hand the moment the door shut behind you. but he doesn't now.
you've grown strangely used to this, too.
"are you going away for work again?" you ask him when he offers no further elaboration. it's not that you're particularly concerned with where he's going, or why, or for how long. satoru's life always has been, and always will be, solely his own. you're no more his keeper than you are his true fiancée—and the funds that will be deposited into your bank account by the time you make it home this evening are testament to that truth.
but you ask because it feels like the natural thing to do.
though very little about anything you do with satoru ought to be considered natural.
"no," the blonde answers, with that troublesome lilt of mirth in his voice that always seems to precede something unpleasant. you don't ask any more questions in an attempt to ward it off.
soon you reach your destination, the rest of the car ride spent in silence after your brief but relatively benign exchange earlier in the drive. you glance out through the window towards your apartment—a building so utterly unremarkable that the sumptuous interior of the restaurant you visited that evening feels palatial by comparison.
satoru's not allowed to walk you to your door anymore. his harsh, obnoxiously unfiltered criticism of your building—of your home—each time he so much as caught a glimpse of the interior had grown so grating, you'd barred him from entering any further than the entrance to the lobby.
instead, his assistant nanami is the one who silently escorts you to your unit door each night, at satoru's unyielding insistence. he'd been surprisingly terse about it when you'd initially attempted to dissuade him, reminding him (more than once) that you make the walk to your own door every day alone and have thus far lived to tell the tale. but the options he firmly presented in reply—the only two you knew you had to choose from—were either to be escorted by nanami, or let him walk you there himself. you knew that there would be no reasoning with him otherwise, sensed it in the way he held you so fixedly in his stare that day, so you chose nanami.
now each night after satoru accompanies you on the ride home after your engagements, his stoic, well-mannered assistant dips in a polite bow at your door and wishes you goodnight before departing once he knows you've made it safely inside.
behind the wheel up front, nanami slips out from his seat, exiting the vehicle and coming around to your door to open it and let you out. the door cracks open as he pulls the handle, but all of the sudden it comes clacking closed again.
satoru is leaning over you—his weight, his warmth, the sheer breadth of him a little staggering from this close up, especially so unexpectedly—holding the door firmly shut by the handle. he stares at you down the bridge of his nose, unblinking.
"i'll see you... when i see you," you breathe out, surprisingly meek, as you sit frozen in your seat beneath him.
satoru says nothing, just watches you curiously. there's a glimmer of something that swims behind his eyes—that look he gets where you can't help but be reminded of a child playing with a new toy—that makes you shift nervously.
"you really don't want to know?" he asks you, and he's so close you can almost taste the words on his lips.
this is too near, even by his peculiar standards. satoru's hand is still wrapped tightly around the door handle to keep it closed. his body pinning you into the corner of the backseat.
you can't help but feel on edge when you're trapped like this with nowhere else to go.
"know what?" you ask him. your head is still spinning from the wine, but it's almost worse now. maybe it's only just really beginning to hit your bloodstream.
"where i'm going," satoru goads, "how long i'll be gone."
you swallow thickly. "that's none of my business."
"of course it is," satoru replies, feigning hurt. "we're engaged. it's a fiancés right to know where their partner is and what they're doing, any time they'd like."
your brow pinches in confusion. you have no interest in knowing those kinds of things, much less feel any right to know them, given the circumstances. your bewilderment leaves you at a loss for words.
"my rut's coming, you see," satoru explains, his lashes fluttering softly as he says it. it wouldn't feel so strange if his lip weren't curling up in a smirk all the while. "so for the next week or so i'll be... indisposed."
your mouth feels dry.
"oh," you manage to say, though it's not really anything at all.
one of satoru's brows quirks curiously at the sound.
"it wouldn't normally be an issue," he continues, though you didn't ask him to. "but this will be my first rut i've spent alone since i presented, so i'm not sure how long it will last."
your lips part in shock.
"alone?" you sound every bit as astonished—as scandalized—as you feel. an alpha of satoru's rank spending his rut alone is unheard of. "what about the omega servic—"
"i would never pay for those kinds of services."
satoru's tone is uncharacteristically cold as he dismisses the mere notion of it. even as a beta, you know that omega services are perfectly legal, and are strictly regulated nowadays—but upon further reflection, you're not all that surprised by his seeming revulsion towards the idea. a family as powerful as the gojo clan likely has their own reserve of omegas, each one of the highest pedigree, to attend to the needs of their unmated alphas. hell, the most eligible omegas in the country would willingly accompany him if he were to ask. you avert your gaze under his cold stare, you feel a bit silly for even suggesting—
"i have no interest bringing any omega into my bed."
your eyes snap up to meet his.
that little glimmer is still there, behind the impossibly clear blue of his eyes.
"will you take suppressants?" you find yourself asking next. still meek.
satoru's face screws up in disgust.
"that garbage is toxic," he sniffs indignantly. "snake oil like that wouldn't work on me anyway."
you remember learning about this in health class as a teen. remember how shocked you were to learn that the efficacy of suppressants decreases depending on how strongly someone's secondary gender characteristics present. it's always felt a bit backwards to you—shouldn't the strongest, least-controllable members of the population be the ones there's the most interest in subduing?
and an alpha as high ranking, as dominant, as satoru is every bit the example.
"no," he sighs, and suddenly any trace of irritation or sterness dissipates as though he's released it along with his breath. his weary tone is too thickly affected to be sincere. "i'll just have to suffer through it on my own."
from the corner of your eye, you can see nanami shift where he stands and waits outside the door, and all at once you remember where you are.
you turn your body away from satoru, angling yourself (as much as you're able) towards your exit.
"well, good luck," you attempt to sound encouraging, but the words still come out slightly ill-at-ease. you reach for the door handle, hoping satoru will get the message and release it so you can take your leave. "let me know if you need anything."
satoru's hand doesn't move.
"do you really mean that?"
you flinch a little as his lips brush the shell of your ear. he's pressed up against your back now—the planes of his chest firm against your shoulder blades as he drapes himself over you.
you're frozen again, your hand still outstretched towards his at the handle—poised in midair. the lights from outside the car glint tauntingly in the diamond on your ring finger.
his breath is hot as it breaks against your throat.
your chest feels uncomfortably tight.
"would you really help me if i were to ask?"
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I might've added the BG3 Art Book to my dnd assets stash
It' 100% does not have things like the 5e players' handbook + 5e’s character sheet, several gm guides, critical role's explorer's guide to wildmount, baldur's gate and waterdeep city encounters, 101 potions and their effects, volo's guide to monsters, both of xanathar's guides, a bunch of other encounters, one shots, and class builds
In no way are there any pdf’s relating to any wizard who may or may not be residing on any coast
(Edit that I’ve moved the folder to the new link above! So if you catch a different version of this post that link won’t work anymore!)
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Suguru Geto in Jujutsu Kaisen 0 (2021).
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omg yay i looooove this!!! 🥰❤️ tysm!!
i especially love the picture of the smile with the dimples that you picked because yes yes yes jean has those deep long dimples down the side of his face 😩 i’m obsessed im unwell
and yes!!! absolutely make your own self ship uni!!!! i have so much fun imagining all the cute things me and my fake bfs do together 🥺
eeee and i can’t wait to listen to my surprise song when i get home!! tysm ahhhh i love it i love him❤️❤️❤️
hello hello hello lovely i am here to request a moodboard with my dear lover, jean kirstein 🤓 lemme give you the tiff/jean lore on how we met and got together. sorry in advance that this is so long!!!!
we meet as kids when he moves into one of the houses on my street and i don’t give him a choice in the matter about us being friends. we hang out most days, walk to/from school together, and although we’re not *~besties~* we ARE really really good friends and that continues on to high school.
he gets really popular though because he gets into sports, he grows like 2ft the summer of our junior year, and grows out his hair and suddenly he’s too cool to hang out with his weird lil friend from kindergarten 🥺 (but actually!!! that’s not true. he still wants to hang out with me but IM really self conscious because i’m not one of the popular kids. i also have a GIGANTIC crush on him and it hurts seeing him hang out w all the pretty popular girls so i end up pulling back and we don’t hang out anymore)
when we’re in uni together, we wind up at the same party and he drunkenly confronts me about us not being friends anymore and i’m terrified of confrontation so i run and hide in one of the bedrooms but he follows after me. he confesses that he’s been in love with me since we were kids and im like oh, me too. and he’s like oh. and we’re just like 😶 cue awkward first kiss where we’re both giggling and smiling too much to actually make out
dating is super easy because we’ve known each other for so long so it feels like nothings changed (except now we make out and giggle when we see each other naked) and we get a lot of “about time!!!” from all our friends 😒 we like to playfully bicker and make fun of each other around our friends but when we’re alone together we’re both super soft and childish. he loves to pick me up and then say, “wow!! when did you get so tall!!!” and i like to chomp on him when we’re cuddling together.
he treats me like a princess and so i become very spoiled and bratty. we spend most of our time laying on top of each other on the couch or in bed eating the food that we made together with a glass of wine or sparkling water while we watch our favourite show ����🥺🥺
tytyty in advance ❤️ i LOVE moodboards im so excited for this hehehe
AHH TIFF hello i cannot tell you how excited i was to finally hear about tiff+jean my FAV ship ever!!!!! so here is my interpretation of you two (but i think its kinda off lol)
i just absolutely love you two and the childhood friends to lovers relationship it makes me so sososoos soft YOURE INSPIRING ME TO MAKE MY OWN SELF SHIP UNI AHDJJVKSJDJ
surprise song 🙊🙊
AHH I HOPE YOU LIKE IT I THINK ITS KINDA BAD JDKXJSKS
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reading old messages is really fucked up because you see things and you’re like i would not fucking say that
#reading my old messages makes me full body cringe#who is she???#why is she saying these things???#that's not me no way
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He said behave 😤
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geto canonically having big ass hands ……… nobody contact me
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thinking about how rarely gojo asks for what he wants he simply just hints and teases and smiles surreptitiously and chuckles until you finally give in because you always know what he’s doing
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