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"I sort fics by kudos and only kudos on stories with high kudos counts, why aren't there more stories with high kudos, I ran out of things to read." You're part of the problem.

"Authors artificially inflate comment counts by thanking people, I can't find anything with a real comment count to read." No they fucking are not, they're grateful for engagement.

"I can't read anything under 100k." That's the majority of fics you're ignoring, most novels aren't even that long.

"I don't have time to look for the incredibly rare diamond in the rough, so I won't read anything below a certain amount of kudos, comments, and hits." Those fics are popular because people gave them a chance and then snobs like you found them.

"I won't read anthing with a single typos." You made typos in that sentence, get off your high horse.

"One singular author didn't thank me for commenting, I'm never commenting on any fic again so I don't get burned." You're punishing people because someone didn't give you engagement they don't owe you that they might not have seen.

"This fic is three months old, it's so old, it doesn't matter if I comment or kudos, it's old." Fics do not have expiration dates, comment and kudos.

You're killing your fandoms with your snobbish behaviors.

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you know what’s really rude and annoying and infuriating all at once?

sitting down to write, and my brain immediately going “nap time” mode.

like. no. what do you mean you’re sleepy now?? what do you mean you’re all awake when we’re scrolling on tumblr but shut down when it’s time to write?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?? WE’VE BEEN WAITING TO WRITE ALL DAY—

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If anything, this just supports that my writing isn't AI generated crap, that my brain goes 'brrrrrrrrr' all on it's own

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Me after miraculously perfectly describing a moment of intense sexual tension between my chatacters: writing is beautiful. I love writing. Bless writing. I'm an awesome writer. How could I possibly exist without writing?!😃

Also me a chapter later after I suddenly, randomly fail to describe a certain facial expression: 😑....fuck writing! Why do I even show up for this shit?!

Also me 2 agonising days after giving up on writing: oh the misery😭...the regret...the lifelessness

Also me crawling back to writing: Please forgive me, dearest beloved writing. Can we be besties again?🥺

One week later after I fail to put into words the delicious story in my head: I loved you once, writing. I guess that's not enough. We were good together, but it's time for me to move on.

Then repeat the cycle.

That ladies and gentlemen sums up my relationship with writing. Turbulent af😅

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You're afraid to write because you care too much about your craft. Not because you suck.

You want it to be perfect. Worthy. You're scared it won't be good enough. But the thing is, everything you write is worthy if you write it with heart.

That fear doesn't make you a fraud, or lazy. It makes you a perfectionist who doesn't write as much as they should because their fear is choking them. Your writing will never be perfect—nothing ever is.

So stop waiting for the perfect moment and go pour your heart out. Unleash your wild—and slightly disturbing—imagination onto those pages. Go create magic that only you can make.

GO WRITE THE THING YOU KEEP THINKING ABOUT DAY AND NIGHT. And make sure you write it for yourself before anyone else!

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Being told to stop using em dashes in my writing because ChatGPT uses them a lot and people might think it's written by AI...

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What I try to keep in mind while writing - my readers are smart. They don't need every little thing explained, they will fill in the gaps themselves.

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Tied Up in Your Nonsense

a FadelStyle short story

Words: 484

Tags: unhinged fluff, established relationship, Style is crazy but Fadel loves him anyway, failed kidnapping, chaotic boyfriend Style, cute domestic terrorism

Summary: When Fadel finds himself tied to a chair in his boyfriend’s bedroom after a petty fight, he’s torn between outrage and reluctant admiration for Style’s unhinged solution to their breakup. After all, only Style would kidnap him just to force a conversation

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"And you thought the right thing to do was to kidnap me?" Fadel demands, voice sharp with outrage but mostly disbelief. He’s tied to a small wooden chair in Style’s bedroom, the ropes digging into his wrists as he tests them.

"Well…" Style’s eyes dart left to right like even he knows how insane this entire situation is. He crosses his arms over his chest, chin jutting out defensively. "You weren’t answering my calls and you wouldn’t see me when I visited the restaurant."

"We had a fight. I was upset. That’s how dating works," Fadel snaps, eyebrows climbing so high they vanish under his fringe.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well… sorry." Style pauses. His lips twist into a sheepish pout, then he brightens like a lightbulb. "Um, if I release you now, can we still be boyfriends? This was just an ugly misunderstanding. I’m not crazy or anything." He smiles sweetly, all wide-eyed innocence—if you ignore the rope burns on Fadel’s arms.

Fadel scowls at Style, silently asking are-you-fucking-kidding-me? "Untie me."

"Okay but we’re leaving together to go make up, right?" Style waggles his eyebrows. "Maybe make a baby after I’ve put some ointment on the rope burns on your arms."

"I’m not having a baby with your batshit crazy self."

"You’re an entire hitman. Let’s not throw stones." Style fires back, nose in the air.

"Untie. Me." Fadel says each word between clenched teeth

"This’ll happen again if you ignore me again," Style sing-songs, but he’s already stepping forward, fingers fumbling at the knots.

The second Fadel’s free, he’s on his feet, and looming over Style with a scowl, “What is wrong with you?”

“Admit it, this was the surest and fastest way to a reconciliation. Look at us now, we’re already talking our way back into your bed together.”

 "Don’t do that again, or else there will be consequences." Fadel jabs a warning finger in Style’s face.

Style bats it away like swatting a fly, then steps closer, chin tilted up. His smirk is pure audacity. "A fit, trained hitman with eyes in the back of his head let his mechanic boyfriend kidnap him." He taps Fadel’s chest. "You trust me. You wouldn’t hurt me."

Fadel stares. He must be under a spell, because God help him, Style’s right.

"So!" Style claps his hands, all mischief again. "Now that we’re back together and no longer ignoring calls like teenagers…" He laces their fingers together, grinning like he’s won a battle. "Let’s celebrate with a big steak supper. I’m starving after dragging your passed-out ass here."

Just as Fadel starts to complain, Style leans in and kisses him quick on the lips. It’s loud and a little messy, like he’s making a point. Fadel freezes, his frown stuck halfway between annoyed and something softer.

"There," Style says, grinning. "Now you can’t stay mad."

Fadel sighs. He may try but probably won’t succeed.

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Mission Compromised

a FadelStyle short story

Words: 240

Tags: duty vs desire, assassin vs target, sexual tension, they can't resist each other, alternate universe, failed mission, addicted to danger

Summary: "You were a job," Fadel mutters, knife pressed to Style’s throat, but the tremble in his hand betrays him. Style just grins, breath hot against his lips: "We both know you're lying."

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Fadel’s knife is at Style’s throat as they stand close, heavy breathes mingling "You were a job," Fadel snarls. "Nothing more." Style grins, smug, dripping with infuriating confidence. "That’s a lie." He accuses. Fadel’s jaw clenches in frustration with the situation, more at himself really. He presses the blade harder against Style’s flesh, memories of the moments he kissed the soft skin there come unbidden. "I wasn’t supposed to fall for you." Style leans in, whispering against his lips, “But you did.” He bites his lower lip gently, “Now put the knife down and kiss me like we both know you want to.”

Style- this overconfident, pompous, fearless, chaotic, reckless mess- goes against everything Fadel stands for. But what’s he to do when, for all of Style’s mess, there’s also loyalty to a fault, unexpected admirable strength and bravery, and a gorgeous face and body?

Fadel never stood a chance. This is the first case his boss let him pick himself, and it’ll be his first failed mission too.

He can see it in Style’s eyes, feel it in every nerve ending as he gives in when Style gently curls soft fingers around the nape of Fadel’s neck and tugs him down into a passionate kiss.

Fadel can’t pull away.

He’s dated a few times in the past, but this is more because Style knows who Fadel is. The others never did.

It’s intoxicating, being known and still wanted.

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Fanfic writers of dead fandoms, rarepairs, forgotten movies and long-cancelled shows be like:

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weird yet cute marriage proposals

"You're my biggest pain in the ass. Would you please annoy me for the rest of our lives?"

"I'm tired of pretending I don't want to share my food with you forever. Marry me?"

"I promise to always kill the spiders if you promise to always make my doctor's appointments. Deal?"

"We're both weirdos. Why not make it official and be weird together forever?"

"Okay, totally weird idea. How about marriage?"

"Will you be my emergency contact, life partner, and snack sharer for life?"

"Can I keep you forever, like you're keeping my favorite hoodie that you'll never give back to me?"

"We could annoy so many people in our lives by marrying each other. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"What would you rather, you marrying me or me marrying you?"

"I want to annoy you until we're old and gray. Say yes?"

"We're both a little weird and we have a bad track record when it comes to relationships. Maybe we're doing every potential partner a favour by taking us off the market."

"Would you marry me? Totally platonically, if you want. Or romantically. If that's what you're into."

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Being a writer is taking a three-hour break from editing your story after you fail to "artfully" describe something as "simple" as a moment where character A grabs character B's chin to make A face him.

Then you proceed to get a bad taste in your mouth about the entire editing process....and the story chapter...and the story....and writing in its entirety.

And then the mood to write leaves you completely 🙄

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If you complain to a writer about their (free!!) fanfiction not being up to your literary standards, I think it should be legal (maybe even required) for said author to throw squishy vegetables at you in the town square for the rest of the day.

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NORMAL PERSON: Hey, whatchadoin? ME: Um… writing. NORMAL PERSON: What are you writing? ME: A story. NORMAL PERSON: A story about what? ME:

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one of the things I dislike about AI is how it also makes people suspect/question real artists/real writers if their works are AI generated.

it’s so discouraging for real artists and real writers to hear someone ask or suspect if a work they spent months (or years) working on, putting so much love and dedication into, are AI generated, done by soulless robots in less than one minute.

(it’s just as discouraging even if they didn’t spend months working on their works, because it is still something they created out of love and passion.)

if a real human-made art looks AI to you, that’s because AI was trained on human-made art and programmed to mimic human-made art.

if a real human-made fic reads like AI to you, that’s because AI was trained on human-made fics and programmed to mimic human-made fics.

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