I'm rather exempt from this, since my attempts at fic writing tend to become "I'mma update this soon, honest... let me just have another hour of Stellaris."

Then suddenly it's 3 AM and I need to sleep and nothing ever happens.

It's Stand-granted powers, actually.

Satan stand-granted powers?
 
I just read this and I'm afraid the only suitable response I've been able to think of is to hunt you down like a dog and tear out your throat with my teeth. Sorry, but it's the only viable answer for something so verbally vicious.
 
I repeatedly bang my metaphysical head and fists against the wall that is my drafts and receive pure masochism bleeding down my muse's skinless face in return.

10/10 would struggle again
 
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This is like covering yourself in various meats, slathering yourself in the most appetizing sauces, and charging headfirst into a wolf den screaming.
 
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