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For Writers:

Reblog if it’s okay for your followers to leave you an ask telling you what the one thing is they remember you for as a writer.  Is it a scene or a detail or a specific line? Is it something like style or characterization?  Is it that one weird kink they never thought they’d be into, but oh my god wow self-discovery time?

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I’ve been inactive on this blog since last fall and I just realized I have a bunch of requests in my inbox. Iff you’ve been waiting a long time for your request I’m so sorry! I’m in the middle of exams right now, but I promise as soon as though are done I’ll fill your requests!

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free art!

in celebration of the new year, anyone who reblogs this post will receive a character based on their url / blog ! you can totally keep the character or not, up to you ;*

feel free to tag friends! they will all get done i promise!

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I think all content creators can relate to this.

In my opinion, I don’t think followers really understand how much your requests/likes/reblogs/etc. and random asks mean to me. It’s just so refreshing and nice to know that people enjoy what I’m doing and support me.

People that go the extra mile and send an ask or message letting me know they liked my stuff honestly makes my day. I love reading tags and stuff…it’s honestly so cute….

And people who ask about how I’m doing or send me random questions or cute asks….I just want you guys to know it honestly makes my day. I just love all the interaction and such. It makes running a blog so much more enjoyable.

And Fanart/Fanwork? Honestly that’s one of the greatest things to receive. To everyone that draws or writes, please don’t feel too insecure to send it end! No one is going to criticize you over quality. It’s so sweet that you even thought about making something…I will always appreciate it no matter what, and I’m sure all other content creators feel the same.

So, in conclusion, don’t be afraid to talk to your favorite blogs and show them some love, guys! We always appreciate it! ☺️

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types of writers

The Lore-ist 

has detailed if not meticulous notes on the universe they’ve created, down to the food eaten and language quirks, they use mythos and setting to bring it all together

most of the character’s backstories are already loving laid out, though may not be all connected yet. 

Has yet to write a full chapter. (But they’re getting there!)

The Bae

Story is centered around a complex and engaging OC that they’ve spent years developing

said OC has been through A Lot, the love is real, so is the pain

OC may sort of be a loser? ie the story is a character-driven piece where the plot is moved ahead by said character’s bad decisions and questionable habits

The Researcher

akin to the lore-ist but spends more of their time on wikipedia articles jotting down notes and things like how much a watermelon weighs 

Everything from knowing Too Much about child-care to how a body decomposes or flapper chest-binding is on the table, their breadth is large and Should Be Feared

takes a long time to start but make the most of their words, from spot-on sci-fi to history to murder, readers will learn something on the way

The Lemon Flavored Factory

alright take it back now y’all, this writer has written enough smut to make a tom cat blush, they can write other things too, and often well, but there will inevitably be bed-rattling at some point (or car or shower)

either unusually creative or just sticks to classics like Aliens Made Them Do It, neither is necessarily bad but there is oddly little in between

their author’s notes tend to be hilarious or at least very self-aware

The Word Vomit Canoe

action oriented writer who spews out the words before they know what is happening, no plans, no outlines, 10k of the first thing that comes to mind, sometimes things like ‘maybe dragons?’ & they go with it

their strengths are productivity, weaknesses are not knowing what the hell is going on

style is marked by fast-paced tone and downright impressive word count

The Muse

their inspiration doesn’t come as often, but they are always listening for her & redy 2 go

update schedule is…sporadic at best, but makes up for it with long chapters and clean editing

Will write 30 pages in a day and then take a few months off, enjoys one-shots but can do longer works

doesn’t have the best sense of time and when they are in The Zone may forget to eat or shower

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Panic Attack - Davey Jacobs x reader

You knew Davey was special. He was the nicest boy you’d ever met and he never treated you like anything less than a princess. But that wasn’t the only way he was special.

Davey was a worrier. He was constantly stressing over some thing or another. Sometimes he got so anxious he made himself sick. At this point you knew how to handle his attacks, how to calm him down and get him breathing normally again. But sometimes these attacks happened when you weren’t around.

You were walking happily to your boyfriend’s normal selling spot, a bag with some sandwiches in your hand. As you approached, you were surprised that you couldn’t hear him shouting the headline - but you didn’t think anything was out of place. He was probably just taking a break to rest his voice. You knew that yelling all day put a strain on his throat - the two of you had learned the hard way when he lost his voice for half a week. No voice meant no selling papers, and no selling papers meant no money. Since then, Davey had been very careful about taking care of his voice.

When you got to his selling spot, you felt horror sweep through you. Lying scattered around at his street corner were papers. You looked around frantically, and spotted Davey’s bag. Running towards it, you called his name. “Davey?” When you got no response you became even more frantic. “Davey!”

You spun around, looking desperately for any clues as to your boyfriend’s location. Finally your eyes landed on a familiar sight - his hat. It was lying on the ground near an alleyway. You dashed forward and grabbed it. Staring at it despondently, you knew something was wrong. Davey was always so particular about his clothes. Why would he leave his hat lying at the entrance to an alley if nothing was wrong?

Suddenly, with a lull in traffic as the noisy cart that was being dragged along by a tired looking woman disappeared around a corner, you were able to make out the faint sound of a gasp. Your eyes snapped forward into the alley adn you made out the tip of a shoe sticking out from behind a stack of crates. “Davey?’ you asked, rushing forward. You felt relief rush through you at the sight of your boyfriend curled up on the ground. This relief was short lived, however,  as you took in the sight of of your sweating, hyperventilating boyfriend.

Letting out a short curse, you dropped to your knees in front of him, ignoring the dirt that you were sure would cling to your skirt. “Davey? Davey, honey, it’s (Y/N). Can you hear me?”

“(Y/N),” he gasped out.

“Yeah, that’s it. It’s me. Davey, can I touch you? Can I give you a hug?”

He whimpered and reached out for you, his eyes focused on the wall above your shoulder. You reached out and took his hand. “It’s alright, Davey, sweetheart. It’s alright, you’re safe. Whatever scared you, it’s gone. It’s just you and me, and we’re perfectly safe, ok?”

“(Y/N), I don’t… I don’t…”

“Shh, shh, sweetie, it’s ok. You’re safe, I won’t let anything hurt you.”

You continued in this vein until his breathing calmed down and he seemed to come back to himself. Finally his eyes focused on you. “(Y/N)?”

“Hey, baby,” you smiled.

“What… what happened?”

You shook your head. “I’m not sure, I found you in here, with all your papers scattered about on the ground outside. Do you remember anything?” Often after Davey had these attacks he lost memory of what had led to the attack happening. You’d both grown accustomed to it, but that didn’t mean it didn’t bother Davey when he couldn’t remember.

He shook his head slowly. “No.”

“That’s fine, you don’t need to remember anything. Can I give you a hug?” As soon as he nodded, you moved to sit beside him and pulled him into your arms, pressing a light kiss to the top of his head. He was still shaking, but you could feel the tremors start to subside.

“Thank you. For helping me,” he said softly.

“Of course. I love you.”

“I love you too.”   

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Ok so I know I reblogged this months ago but I’ve finally written it, it’ll get posted in about 5 minutes!

WAIT I JUST REALISED THAT I REALLY want an imagine where the reader helps davey through a panic attack :')

Hi! I don’t actually write imagines so I can’t really help you with this. Lots of people in the fandom do, though, so maybe request it from one of them?

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Heyo! Just found your blog, it's super cool! I was just wondering if you do requests for anyone in the broadway world or only specific people? And also do you write imagines for actors as well? Thank you!!

Aww, thank you!!

I’m willing to write for any actor or character as long as I know who they are/what show they’re from!! If you have any questions about any actor/character in particular feel free to message me!

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There are over 200 of you now and it warms my cold dead heart. Thank you all so much for following me and my writing!! 💕💕

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Holy crap I'm 8 away from 200 what is this

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I JUST READ YOUR MLB SOULMATE FIC!!!! AND HOLY SHIT!!!! THAT WAS CUTE AS HELL!!!! I LOVED IT SO MUCH

Ahh thank you!!! That was the fic that really made me want to make this blog. That was the one shot I first wanted to get out of my own head and share with people. If I hadn’t had that idea, I wouldn’t be here today, so it’s very special to me and it means a lot when people like it.

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I've updated exactly three times since getting 100 followers a month again but I've nearly got 200 now what the hell

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Masterlist (last updated 11/15/17)

Dear Evan Hansen

Connor Murphy

Aquarium

Yoga

Promise

Michael Lee Brown

Soulmate: Part 1 Part 2

Evan Hansen

Redwoods (headcanons)

Newsies

Davey Jacobs

Wedding Night (headcanons)

Jealous (headcanons)

Virgin (headcanons)

Jack Kelly

Model

Andrew Keenan-Bolger

Comfort

Crutchie

Insecurities (headcanons)

Race Higgens

Gambling Loss (headcanons)

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Hi! I’m fairly new to your blog, but I saw your post of wanting prompts and I don’t even know if you still want them and I don’t really have any but can you please write anything Connor Murphy? Like, I would die for that boy...okay sorry I’m rambling have a great day wherever you are :)

I hope this lives up to your expectations! And I’m always accepting prompts, feel free to send me more!

You groaned and flopped back on your bed. Today had been exhausting. The stress of school had made you feel like you were going to go insane, and the fight you’d gotten in with your parents hadn’t helped matters. All you wanted to do now was sleep.

You were jolted out of your thoughts by the round of someone rapping on your window. You let out a tiny shriek, which you quickly muffled with your hand. Sliding the window open, you glared at your best friend as he clambered into your room. “You scared me, asshole.”

“Not my fault you forgot I was coming over,” he replied, flicking your forehead. You swatted at his hand and flopped back down on your bed.

“What’ve you got for me today, Murphy?”

“Well,” he said slowly. “About that…”

You sat up and glared at him, “Connor Murphy, you better have brought the damn weed.”

“I did, just… Not a lot of it?” He glowered. “Larry raided my room again, so this is all I could get away with.”

“How much is it?”

“We can probably get one joint out of it? It might be kind of small.”

You grunted. “As long as you don’t mind sharing.”

He rolled the joint quickly as you opened the other window and lit the scented candles you used to diffuse the smell. He lit and brought it to his lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke. You sat next to him on the floor and reached out your hand. “Gimme.” He passed it over and you took a drag, sighing in relief as you felt the effects beginning to take hold.

An hour later the two of you were as stoned as you were going to get on only half a joint, which was actually pretty stoned. You were laying on the floor, giggling at - something, you weren’t really sure what.

“Connor… Connor…”

“What?”

“What the hell are we doing?” you laughed.

“Getting stoned in your bedroom,” he replied, a huge smile on his face.

“No, I mean, like, what are we doing? In the grand scheme of things, what are we as people doing? Why are we like this?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I don’t know anything. Does anyone know anything?”

“Ugh,” you groaned, rolling over to lay your head on his shoulder. “Does anything even matter?”

You were silent for a moment before he started laughing. “We’re discussing the purpose of life while stoned off our asses!” He said gleefully.

You laughed too, glad that he felt so at ease around you. It was hard to get through his walls sometimes, but you were forever grateful that he let you in so easily. Happily, you informed him of this. “I love you, Con.”

He sat up and looked at you. “You love me?”

You hummed in assent, nodding happily. “Love you!”

He stared at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “I love you too.”

“Yay!” you beamed. “Connor loves me!”

He laughed and leaned forward to press a kiss to your cheek. “You’re cute when you’re happy.”

“You’re cute all the time,” you grinned, snuggling into his side. Yawning, you closed your eyes. “I’m tired. Wake me up before you leave?”

He smiled down at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Promise.”

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Guys send me prompts I'm super bored

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Model - Jack Kelly x reader

Hey guys! I know I’ve been really absent recently. I’ve been super busy and just haven't had the time to write. Everything that I was involved in is finished now though, so hopefully I’ll start posting more regularly!

You knew Jack Kelly was an artist. You’d seen his comics in the paper. But you’d never seen any of his actual drawings, the ones that he kept in his private notebook. You’d always been curious, but you’d never actually gotten a chance to see the drawings. Until now that is.

You knew it was wrong, you knew that you shouldn’t be snooping through his things, but Jack had left the room for a bit and his notebook was sitting right there. It was just too tempting an opportunity to pass up.

Your heart stopped and you gasp as you began to flip through the pages. Towards the beginning there were a conglomeration of images - Crutchie leaning on the railing on the roof, Davey standing on a box with a paper in his hand - all beautifully drawn in painstaking detail. But then the drawings started transitioning. The pictures of his friends faded away, to be replaced with just pictures of one person - you.

There were pictures of you brushing your hair out of your face, pictures of you laughing, pictures of you making silly faces. There were pictures of just your face, of your entire body, of what appear to be your hands curled around a book. You flipped through the pages, unveiling more and more drawings. You stopped on one of you with your eyes closed, head tilted back as the moon shone down on you. You reached out to run your fingers lightly over the drawing.

“What are you doing?”

You spun around, snapping the notebook shut. “Jack.”

He rushed forward and grabbed the notebook. “Why are you looking through my stuff?”

“I’m sorry, I just… I saw the notebook and I was curious…” you mumbled. He turned his back to you, breathing heavily. You took a tentative step forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Jack?”

“Yes?”

“I’m honored that you’ve drawn me so much. I really liked looking at your work.”

He turned his head to look at you. “You did?”

You nodded. “I do. In fact…” You bit your lip nervously. “If you ever want me to model for you, I could?”

“You’d do that?”

“Yeah. If you want me to.”

“That would be nice,” he replied, turning around to give you a hug. “Could you… Right now?”

“Now?” you looked at him in surprise.

“If you’re willing.”

“Yeah, sure, um…” You trailed off, looking awkwardly around the room. “Where do you want me?”

His eyes scanned the room, finally landing on one spot. “The couch?”

You nodded. “Ok. Ok.” You sat down on the couch as he grabbed a pencil from a drawer. “What do I do now?”

“Lay back? Please?”

You did as he asked swinging your legs up onto the cushions and leaning back on the armrest. He sat down next to you, notebook flipped to an empty page. “Ok,” he said. “Can you lay your arms across your stomach? Like that, yeah. And just tilt your head to look out the window? Yeah, good. Hold that.”

The room was filled with the sound of pencil scratching against paper and you watched out of the corner of your eye as he began sketching furiously. You closed your eyes and drifted in and out for the next hour. Finally you were roused by a light shake on your shoulder. You looked up to see Jack leaning over you. He smiled. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. I’m done, if you want to take a look.”

You sat up, yawning as you did so, and held your hand out for his notebook. He gave it to you and you flipped it around to see the picture. At the sight of it you let out a gasp. “Oh, Jack!”

He grinned nervously. “What, that bad, huh?”

“No, Jack this is… I don’t even…” You shook your head, at a loss for words. “IS this really how you see me?”

The picture was of you lying back on the couch, arms wrapped around yourself, eyes sparkling as a small half smile curved across your lips. Every detail had been captured so thoroughly and accurately… It was wonderful. It was magnificent. It was as if you were looking at a physical manifestation of someone’s love.

You tore your gaze from the drawing and looked up at Jack. “This is… Do you…. You know…”

“What?”

You shook your head in exasperation, then reached up and pulled him down by the tie for a searing kiss.When you let go, he stared at his, his mouth forming the shape of an ‘o.’ “You know full well what I’m talking about Jack Kelly,” you said quietly. “You love me.”

“Yeah,” he replied, grinning. “And if that kiss was anything to go by, you love me too.”

You smiled and leaned up for another kiss, the notebook falling forgotten from your hands.

The two of you didn’t go any farther than kissing that afternoon, but you ended up falling asleep together, curled up on his couch. In the morning you were woken with another kiss and a beaming smile, which you happily returned.

Six months later, a new art sensation rocked the world. An anonymous artist released a piece entitled Sleeping Beauty. It depicted a beautiful young woman lying asleep, her head pillowed on a man’s chest as she slumbered. It was so beautifully crafted, so lovingly created that not even the slightly scandalous theme was enough to deter people from talking about it. And if the girl in the image happened to look slightly like you, well… That was you and Jack’s little secret. 

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Masterlist (last updated 10/26/17)

Dear Evan Hansen

Connor Murphy

Aquarium

Yoga

Michael Lee Brown

Soulmate: Part 1 Part 2

Evan Hansen

Redwoods (headcanons)

Newsies

Davey Jacobs

Wedding Night (headcanons)

Jealous (headcanons)

Virgin (headcanons)

Andrew Keenan-Bolger

Comfort

Crutchie

Insecurities (headcanons)

Race Higgens

Gambling Loss (headcanons)