This Is The Main Reason Why, After Some Weeks, I Always Give Up On Writing. We All Need Validation, And

this is the main reason why, after some weeks, i always give up on writing. we all need validation, and readers and people who like our posts are the ones supposed to say 'hey, you're doing great!' and to ask us for request, with anon or not. please interact with us writers.

it’s so frustrating (and heartbreaking) to see so many writers going on indefinite hiatus / deleting their blogs because they are not motivated to write anymore. worst of all: people would always be like ‘no why are you leaving we don’t want you to do so :(’ but they were nowhere to be seen in our notifications beforehand. the lack of support on this platform is a huge issue and it’s a shame that content consumers don’t get the hint when writers have been waving the red flag for months. please support creators by rebbloging their posts, interact with them by leaving a few tags, a comment or an ask! if you’re too shy then hit that anon button and you’re good to go. show them that their works matter and you enjoy their blog, because when the decision to leave is made, it’s already too late.

Teaser: From my WIP Once upon a time... Dodge Mason x Original Character ( Prologue )

Word count: 1516

Edited?: No

Author's note: Another sneak peak because writer block is a bitch! But this time, Dodge Mason. Mike Faist has me in awe tbh. This is the prologue to my WIP Once Upon a Time, my Panic fanfic. Dodge Mason x Fem!OC dynamic. Tbh Gen is one of the best ocs I've ever made, I should keep writing this. Feedback is appreciated, even though it's a short prologue <3

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ONCE UPON A TIME there was a girl made of rumors. Her name was Genevieve Hayes, but she was known as Gen. Rumors had created a personality out of Gen. A whore, a lesbian, someone miserable. A mistake. Gen learnt to live with those rumors, making them hers, spoiling the fame of some of them and completely rejecting others. But some things weren't just rumors, some where true. Gen was poor. A lot of people was poor in Carp, in greater levels or lesser. And she was sure there was only one way of getting out of that shithole being poor: playing the game.

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a stranger with a plan. Dodge Mason was new in town, he had come in the middle of August and he was still a stranger. The new kid. Mysterious, sarcastic and quiet, he had a plan. A perfect plan, except for the mistakes that started to blossom.

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a game. A chance for people like Dodge and Gen and others to get some money and escape. Their only way out. That year, their year of playing, the winning price was 50,000 dollars. There is only one winner, but contestants can make alliances. The game is changing, it's becoming more dangerous. But teenagers like the ones in Carp are still willing to play. In Panic there is only one rule: don't panic.

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a boy and a girl, with dreams and plans. They would make a great team. The greatest couple. But lies, rumors, danger and the game have a lot of weight.

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a girl, a boy, a game and only one way out.

i'll go feral when they force kiara and jj to be together on season 3 Y'KNOW SOME TIMES THINGS ARE JUST BETTER IF YOU LEAVE TWO CHARACTERS AS BEST FRIENDS, KIE AND J HAVE THE BEST FRIEND DYNAMIC PLEASE DONT SCREW THAT UP.

Heyy, can you write one imagine fluff about Damian Wayne, where he is clingy with reader

Damian Wayne x Reader: Rough week.

Words: 1108

Reader pronouns: not stated.

Warnings: There are mentions of blood and bleeding out but very few. It's mainly just fluff.

Edited?: Not yet, sorry.

Summary: Damian has a rough day both at school and during the patrols. He finds himself more exhausted than ever, and he gives up and goes to Y/N's house in order to feel real again, to rest.

Author's note: Thanks for requesting, anon!Hope you like it <3 Damian is the cutest thing ever, if you ignore his tsundure ways. In here Damian is 17 and Y/N is too. They are in an established relationship. Feedback is appreciated! Keep requesting!

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The wind ruffled up Damian's hair as he stood still on the rooftop. His eyes were exhaustively watching the town under him, the traffic lights not quite confusing his trained sight, ready to jump into action. His body was tensed and it hurt more than it usually did. Those idiotic thiefs had some good left hooks, but of course he was trained to bare with worst pains. Then why did he feel so tired?

That morning had been pretty rough. School wasn't a place where Damian felt completely comfortable. Academically speaking, he did feel safe and, to be honest, superior to others. But not having many friends was still rough, after all he was just a seventeen year old kid. He was sure, no, he knew everything would be easier if Y/N went to his school. But he also knew you couldn't attend to such a school, not even in a million years. You weren't exactly a wealthy philanthropist like he was.

Why did destiny give him the chance to meet you, he would never know. Damian just knew he had entered the animal shelter and you were behind the counter, with a kind smile he liked from the very beginning. It had took some time, a lot of time if we're being real here, but Damian started to like you, more and more, losing his precious self-control. Asking you on a date had been pretty awkward for both of you, but the date went great. And now, you had been dating for almost a year now.

You had found out about his secret identity as Robin pretty quickly. Damian couldn't decided if he was amazed by you being so perceptive and intelligent, or if he was mad. Thing is, Damian blindly trusted you, and so did you.

As he thought of you, his chest was filled with a warm feeling he always had whenever you were around. His tired eyes opened a bit more and he realized you made him calm. Maybe that was what he needed. To see you, to have you around.

The patrol was over, anyway. He just didn't want to go home because he knew Tim was staying that night at the Manor. Instead of continuing to stand still on the rooftop of that building, he made his way through Gotham City's rooftops and alleys, knowing by heart how to get to you place from every place in the city.

You were laying on your bed, earbuds in as you read the book Damian had lend you some weeks ago. Because of exams at school, you hadn't been able to read it, even though it was a really good book.

It took more than two knocks on the window to get you to look over at the window and see your boyfriend on his uniform, outside.

You rushed to walk over to the window and open it for him to enter into the bedroom, helping him out as you held a hand out for him to grab. You closed the window right after he had gotten in.

"Hey," you smiled kindly once you had turned around to look at him.

"Good night, beloved" Damian smile back, gently taking your hand and caressing it. He was always so gentle to you you'd get goosebumps "Staying?" You walked over to the door to lock it, after you had checked he wasn't stained in blood or anything that would cause mysterious stains in your sheets.

Damian nodded shortly, taking off the mask that covered his emerald green eyes, and keeping it in one of his belt's multitask, big pockets "For a bit. If it is okay with you"

You nodded back, letting him knew you had no problem with it. You looked for the last time at him, checking he wasn't hurt. Damian's visits on his uniform were always sudden and unexpected, and it wouldn't be the first time he had appeared on your floor, bleeding knuckles, or just bleeding out but with that charming and a bit annoying smile on his face. Then, after you were happy with knowing he had no visible wounds and considering he had no pain expression in his face, you sat on your bed and continued reading.

Damian took of his big, heavy boots before crawling up to the bed, slowly moving until he reached you. He took the book out of your hands, and before you could complain, he layed on top of you, or at least half of his body on top of yours and his head buried on the pillow next to your head. Then, he gave you your book back.

"Everything okay, Dami?" You muttered, closing the book with one hand and directing the other to the boy's hair.

You felt an arm move to your waist and being surrounded by it, on a somewhat tight grip that pretended to be a hug, which made you smile. He moved his head to the left, in order to look at you "I'm tired"

"Just that?" You watched as the boy nodded with his head. His grip on your waist didn't grow loose "You could use some sleep"

"I'll sleep later" he said, still looking at you. The way Damian stared at you was as loving and as gentle as the way he held you close to him.

A tiny smile grew on your face "You could use some cuddles, then"

"I don't cuddle" stated Damian, but his heart raced to the possibility of cuddling.

"Sure you don't"

You leaned in to kiss his lips shortly, breaking apart sooner than what he expected him, making Damian pout. You could have laughed, but instead chose to continue gently massaging his scalp, and to slowly run your hand up and down his back. If he would have been a cat, he would have purred. Instead, as a human, Damian just leaned in to get more cuddles, kissing lightly your clothed covered shoulder. He kept holding onto your waist, secretly begging for you to not stop those cuddles that made him feel calm and less tired. Without stopping the cuddles, you kissed his lips again, this time longer, allowing him to kiss you back as softly as you kissed him, until his head fell out of fatigue into your chest.

Neither of you noticed the moment he fell sleep because of the exhaustion he had been exposed to throughout his week, mainly because you fell sleep almost right after he did, you head against his, and his arm still wrapped around your waist, heart beats finding each other's as your chests pressed together. Everything was calm and sweet, and that was all that mattered.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

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Teaser: From my WIP Losers... Connor Murphy x Original Character ( from Chapter 4 / The joke or the friend )

Word count: 375

Edited?: No :(

Author's note: Hey! This is a sneak peak (maybe a long one) to my current wip, an alternate universe with a Connor x fem!OC dynamic.

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"Why'd you do that?" Connor asked. His voice sounded like something between anger and nervousness "Now they'll think—"

"I don't give a fuck what they'll think" Dakota shrugged "Hopefully Jared would start thinking twice, or at least once, before he talks…"

He snapped a bit, holding back his lashing out "Why don't you care about them calling you a freak?"

"Because I know I'm not," she simply said. Dakota shrugged again "And you aren't one either"

Connor's laugh was bitter and cruel, even a bit hurtful "You don't know shit about me"

"I guess you're right. But I want to"

"What? Yeah, right" Connor made an attempt to get up in order to leave, but suddenly stopped when he felt Dakota's hand on his shoulder as she said something he didn't catch, too busy on freaking out "Don't fucking touch me"

Dakota immediately took her hand out of his shoulder "Sorry, I shouldn't have— But I'm serious, Connor, you look like a cool person"

"What the fuck do you want from me?" Connor wasn't shouting, but his voice raised "The joke is over now, okay? You can stop pretending like you care and I'll stop giving problems to you by being near you. So—"

"Goddamnit, Connor, it's no joke" scoffed Dakota, kind of desperate for him to believe her. Connor was surprised by how her voice resembled a whiplash "God, they've fucked you up so badly. Someone getting close to you doesn't mean they're going to pull some sick on you, okay?"

Dakota saw how he hesitated, like he couldn't really believe her at the very moment, it was the shimmering, shy glow of his eyes that let her know he was doubting. It was almost tragic how damaged Connor seemed to be. No one deserves this. He looked so scared it was almost hurting Dakota, but still he managed to hide it with his tough, scary facade. Connor Murphy was doomed to be a tragedy. 

"Whatever" Connor finally mumbled, but his body stopped tensing when Dakota cracked a smile, a genuine one.

She couldn't be lying so much, could she? Dakota needed to be telling the truth. Connor needed her to be telling the truth, because he was in dire need of a friend.