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men love being used as weapons it’s enrichment to them

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The 'write for yourself uwu' culture shift has done real damage to fic writers imo. I recently had a post on the importance of strategic commenting break containment and I'm surprised by how many strangers who rb it in agreement feel the need to reassure in the tags that they do write for themselves, but...

There is a kernel of truth in the heart of this sentiment--if you only chase stats, you are unlikely to find joy in your writing. At the same time, I think we've veered too far in the other direction.

It is only natural to want engagement and the write for yourself crowd often overlooks how communal an effort fic writing usually is. So many story ideas are born from casual discussions about h/c's and favourite scenes and what ifs and the comment box is a cornerstone of this process. Not only can the discussions in the comment box be a hub for idea generation on their own, but even when the said idea generation takes place in DMs or Discord chats, commenting is often the first/easiest way into befriending authors; it's where community building starts.

Further, the write for yourself crowd similarly overlooks that the things a writer can write for themselves are often vast and many at any given time, and relative engagement levels across fandoms/ships can play a large part in which of those ideas a writer chooses to pursue--or whether they choose to publish their finished work at all.

In sum, I don't think we need to be this apologetic as writers for wanting feedback and engagement for what we post -- writing is hard work and it's only human that we want something external out of it in turn, however rewarding the process might intrinsically be.

[saunne]

The tree under which I first met you has died, just like you. 

Just like him, too. 

And yet I seek your ghost in the sound of the waves crashing on the reefs and in the litany of the offshore breeze. I hunt our memories at the bend of every path, in the rustle of the pages of your favorite plays left to rest in my bookcase and in the delicate perfume of the white tea that we drank in silence after the rain. 

I chase after the Mirages, echoes of this ancient and sacred sea to which you had dedicated your life. The Permanence runs through your veins and those of your kind, preserving their whispers in the lapping of waves and the tinkling of raindrops. 

Some have kept your voice, imprisoned in the undertow.

My memory fades with the passing years and time smoothed the edges of grief. But I don't want to forget, not when I'm the only one who still remembers. How could I dare betray the only things I have left of you, after having already betrayed everything else ? And if that means endlessly reopening a wound that centuries should have healed… Then, so be it.

Sometimes, during sleepless nights, when the moonbeams let me imagine your silhouette in the shadows of the sheets, I think I understand. 

I wonder if that makes me a sinner too.

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on my knees for the cowboy cyborg and the space knight 🌹

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“Won’t you look at me, Ren ?”

He gulped. 

“Look at them, Ren,” Yingxing snapped, unintentionally drawing Ren's attention to himself. His voice echoed throughout the room, warm as dying embers and resounding like the crash of a hammer on metal. Imposing, commanding even, and allowing no refusal. Not angry but full of bruised pride, of wounded incomprehension.

Yingxing's eyes looked cold from where he stood in the shadows of the hangings, an indecipherable look on his haughty face as he observed them. His gaze had lost the warmth it had when he had helped Blade earlier. Blade, with clenched jaw and gnashing teeth whose gaze had never left Yinyue-jun. Blade, with eyes that kept promising violence and destruction despite its iron will weakened by Ren's inner pleas, wanting a little more, a little longer, just a little more time. Yingxing, that somehow seemed disappointed with Ren's weakness and his state of being so pitifully weak that he couldn't even—

(I never dared to dream of taking my eyes off them, Yingxing seemed to say. Not when their sole attention was always on me, although I never deserved it. I am not you, but you have been me, are me. Don't you dare turn away from them.)

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sit with me?

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Pretty eyes

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🌹✨Jealousy

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To a homophobe, even the most chaste kiss on the cheek between gay people is exactly as disgusting and degenerate as a hardcore BDSM orgy hosted in the town square, so you may as well ally with the BDSM orgy enthusiasts to throw bricks at the cops who are going to try and arrest all of you together anyway.

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i'm not actually mad i just like the comedic delivery of righteous but pointless anger

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on my knees for the cowboy cyborg and the space knight 🌹

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HENGJING IN PENACONY???

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Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

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Don't you want devoted followers? Who leave their families for you? Give their money to you? Give their bodies to you? Give up their lives for you? Consider you God, and will kill for you? Don't you want to become a cult leader? Since the death of God there has been a vacancy open You can fill that void, here's how

Guys follow my music tik tok I will also probably get bored of it and start posting random shit

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