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hiii sweet angels ♥️ just popping in to let you know I've been taking a few days off of writing and being online to kind of reflect where I'm at with posting

honestly, I feel a lack of motivation and inspiration right now... don't know if it had to do with the AI comments last week or what, but I've just been feeling a bit down and out about the whole thing

don't know what's going on, but just wanted to let you know that's where I am. I'm going to try to post maybe something in the next day or so but I'm just reflecting on writing here in general unless it feels... good to me? Idk if that makes sense but that's where I am

love youuuuu ♥️

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why would you ever outsource fun to chatgpt? are you stupid? you can make mediocre shit by yourself too.

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hi! i know you probably get so many questions like this, but I was wondering if you had any advice on how to boost my HS fanfic? I want to build a community by doing what I love! Thanks ❤️

This is a great question!!

I think the best and most authentic way to boost yourself is to BE authentic. I started on wattpad, literally nothing except twitter to boost myself. It took a long time. It's about gaining a community of people who respect your work, and can appreciate that. It can take some time— people won't necessarily know you at first starting out but taking requests, letting people get previews, using tags/hashtags to your advantage— all of this helps. Writing is vulnerable and being vulnerable can be hard.

Keep writing, keep working on your craft. It's all worth it! I hope you find your community and find the people who lift you up ♥️

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Waaait not to start drama or anything but who are the accounts/fics using AI? Just so I know to avoid 👀

I think it's very easy to tell 😭 I don't know any names but I can tell when they show up on my feed LOL

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After reading the Frontlines one shot and seeing how you'd be interested in historical one shots, would you ever consider a one shot set in 1960s USA or elsewhere? e.g. interracial/intercultural relationship.

I'm not looking for the typical trope of standing up to ignorant people, but more how such a couple would navigate both small and big cultural differences - e.g. I (PoC 🇿🇦) almost never show up empty handed when I'm invited somewhere, whether it's something homemade or bought snacks, whereas my boyfriend (white 🇩🇪) doesn't really do that.

Or is that something you wouldn't be comfortable with? Which I would totally understand, just curious.

Maybe you know of any other authors who do write those stories and could recommend some.

Either way, thank you for all the effort and care you put into your stories. Have a lovely weekend ☀️

this is such a great question & I looooove that I'm seeing so many people with historical fic requests because I think that's so so so fun and different!! also, really happy that you would trust me with writing this 🥹

to answer your question, I don't think I would be comfortable necessarily doing interracial/intercultural PoC relationship dynamics as a main storyline simply because I've never experienced either side of the relationship— so I can't say that I could do this trope justice nor should I try to

however, that doesn't mean I would want to write a narrative talking about life and other aspects of a world where social injustice is happening (e.g. 1950/1960s America)— I think that's such a creative idea especially to add in fanfiction simply because it's realistic, but also adds some depth.

as far as recommendations— I don't really have a lot of knowledge about fics on tumblr, I'm sorry! I can tell you that there was an author on wattpad (cheriecherieboo) who wrote interracial/inclusive harry stories that were very good! I would like to see if anyone can comment any others that they know of!

thanks for the questions though ♥️

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Just sent a request in for a national treasure themed one shot! Idk if its just me but I love historical one shots!!

WAIIIIT STOOOOP 🫢 that sounds so incredible I will have to do some research on this BUT YES HISTORICAL ONE SHOTS

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Rip majesty 😔

okay but pls be so serious 😭 this kinda shit kinda pmo hahaha

I just said I'd try to rework some things and maybe rework a regency era one-shot because I was also just told long-form stories don't do well on here (which is true), I can't keep writing LONG shit for free if it gets no reads or interest (sorry but it's true) especially when I have so many other things going on!

writers can never win 🙃

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Loved the concept of majesty! If not on here do you think you’ll continue it on wattpad??

I don't know! I only upload my one-shots to wattpad anymore, I don't really have a solid following there as much since WP is kinda dead hahaha I loved the concept too!!! it was created during my bridgerton era 🥲

maybe I'll have to revitalize a regency era one-shot into something different and stand alone rather than multiple parts... we'll see!

It sounds quite annoying when I say it, but I have to write in hopes that people want to read it — if they don't, it's kind of just fallen flat and wasn't worth the time, since all of this is free.

I toyed with the idea of a patreon buuuut I actually did get a lot of negative feedback about charging for stories and people being disappointed I'd go that route (which is quite annoying as well) 🙃 so I just have to keep writing what I think you guys would want to see/what I want to write, which is why my inbox is always open for suggestions to keep my ideas fresh, and I can see what's actually wanted!

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have you ever considered writing a ballet related fic? I’m a dancer and i always love reading stories about ballet haha

Oooooh this is so interesting... I haven't thought about this... but this is turning the wheels in my head. maybe he's a co-playwright or composer who's writing the work, she's the ballet dancer? some tension, he's writing the story around her?? she's the muse he's the artist

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I love that your taking chances with long stories! However tumblr in general with OC fics typically don’t do well :( I hope that with your stories like your majesty and room 115 are the exception!

Ugh I've kind of come to that conclusion :( we'll see how the preview goes for Room 115! it's a bit why I've not gone forward with majesty - I didn't have too much of that written, which is why I haven't moved forward with it. Room 115 already has 6 chapters - I'm going to rework them a bit, so we'll see! the long-form story is difficult anyways with chapters and updates because people get a bit greedy with needing them so quickly, but we'll see how it goes <3

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ROOM 115.

a harry styles x original character story.

summary: harry styles, a fifth grade school teacher, meets noelle adler, a first grade school teacher, who just happens to be across the hall in room 115. harry has never been one to believe in 'love at first sight', but his inclination begins to question when he realizes that he can't stop staring at noelle in faculty meetings and begins to introduce her to his lifestyle outside of the classroom.

in an attempt to win her heart, will harry begin to question everything he's ever known about love? or will her own demons battle his in an attempt to keep them apart?

author's note: this is a story I begun a few years ago; it has about 6 chapters so far. I took it down from wattpad, & thought I'd give it a go with you all - figured you all would appreciate elementary school teacher LHH for a little bit. we'll see how it goes & if you all like updated chapter stories! I haven't gotten much reception from them in the past on here (with the exception from majesty, but even that doesn't have too much traction) - so we'll see how this goes, and I'll look to see if we can make these updates a regular thing... hope you enjoy <3

PROLOGUE

This is a story between a man with no inhibitions, and a woman who seeks for what she can't find. It's a true story, which makes it all that much more interesting... or so it goes.

We meet them separately, for their meeting hasn't occurred yet– not at this part of the story, however. But they're destined to meet, destined to find what each other have been looking for all along.

Neither a clue, nor a cause for their search, but a plan that the universe has set up entirely. That's the funny thing about the universe; the skeptics don't believe that the stars have anything to do with our future, but they'd be wrong.

Oh, how wrong they'd be.

See, in this story, the man and the woman struggle to make sense of their stories, their lives. They haven't imagined looking far beyond themselves to think that what they may need wasn't what they believed all along.

This is a romance story, sure But this story is more than that. 

It's about finding the quirks, loving the journey, and celebrating the little things. It would be boring to say that this story came together in every aspect; Harry met Noelle, Noelle met Harry and the rest was history.

But let's start our story at the beginning. Some may call it love at first sight, but that's impossible for someone who believes that love doesn't exist to begin with. Well, real love, that is.

The man drops his keys when he steps out of his car, subtle cursing follows through his lips as he bends down to pick them up from the hot pavement. It's warm, it's nearing the end of summertime up in the cozy, seaside village, but there were still a few weeks of steaming, humid days ahead of them.

He wipes his forehead on the sleeve of his shirt, knowing that the temperatures are reaching higher levels today, so he is glad that he's inside most of the day in the stark cool air conditioning. His hair is pulled back into a bun, off of his neck. He had grown his hair long over the summer, a bit longer than prior years.

There's a box that sits in the back of his car, a small box of items that he had taken from the classroom last year. He knew that he would be in the same one this year, Room 113, so packing up meant including only his personal items.

The walk to the room isn't far from the front door; it's down the west wing and to the left. The hallways will soon be filled with laughter and screaming, a bit of chaos and roars of kids lining the halls as he navigates them as they run into his legs and he has to remind them to slow down.

It's his third year here at Middletown Elementary, and he wonders if he'll ever leave. It starts to feel a bit too comfortable, which the man doesn't enjoy too much. Being comfortable sets you up for the opportunity of being hurt; leaving now would mean that he could get out unscathed. Especially if something were to happen-- he wouldn't be able to say what that something was, mind you.

But he was always prepared to leave, to get out while he still could.

Flipping on the lights in Room 113, he notices that the name on the door exhibits his own: Mr. Styles.

He sets down the box on the desk; it's barren, only holding the computer monitor and keyboard provided.

The desks and chairs need to be rearranged to his liking, the posters need to be hung up, the string lights he uses for reading times need to be set up, the carpets need to be laid down for optimal class free-time.

There's a lot to do, and he's starting to feel overwhelmed by the list, even when he recognized that everything still felt in place from last year. He grabs a few folders from the box, filled with papers that he had from years prior that he planned to recycle and use again.

The cabinet is unlocked, filing systems that sit behind his desk as he starts to add a few files into the cabinet drawers. He misses the sound of the flip-flopped sandals that approach his classroom door.

"Excuse me?"

The man is interrupted from organizing the filing cabinet that he had started to put back together, adding in the coloring pages and vocabulary quizzes that he had gathered.

Something about the interruption is totally forgotten as he looks at the woman that lingers in the doorway to his classroom.

Soft and sweet, she's quite possibly the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on, and that would be the most wild idea he's ever had. It's a quick spark, which renders him speechless.

The shock is quick when he recognizes that his response is late; he'd been too busy wondering if his reality was real afterall.

"Oh, sorry– hi, yeah," The man stumbles out, standing from his crouched position at the cabinet by his desk. "What, uh, what's up?"

The woman looks a bit lost, out of place. The man can't seem to read her as he notices that a sheepish smile lays on her lips. He hadn't recognized her.

"I was in a hurry this morning, and I forgot to bring a stapler. You wouldn't happen to have an extra one I can borrow, would you?"

There's a bit of worry in her voice, as if she's nervous– possibly a bit frantic. It was only the beginning of the day, and the man believed that he would be working solo today as it was the first day to get acquainted in the classroom.

The man opens his mouth to speak, eyes glued on the way that the mid-length denim shorts sat on her porcelain skin in the sunny, late morning sunshine.

There's a silence for a moment, the man's eyes looking towards the only stapler that he brought that day.

"Here," He hands it to her, knowing that getting close to her feels like his lungs are losing air quicker. "You can have this one."

A soft smile is exchanged between them; and it's because of the freckles that litter her cheeks, the contrast of the browns and greens that elicit her eyes. The copper tone of her hair and softness of her facial features.

The woman's hair is pulled up in a ponytail, loose strands hang in her face to frame the oval shape.

She places her hands on her hips, the high neck tank top is complimenting her skin in a mauve color– the freckles that literally her skin with no rhyme or reason seem fascinating to the man.

"Sorry– you looked busy. I just– I'm Noelle, by the way. I'm new this year. It's actually– it's my first year teaching. Like, ever." She chuckles a bit at her words, almost like she's worried that the man would judge her for them, "I guess I'm a bit all over the place."

The man nods his head without much more questioning, giving her a promising smile, "What grade?"

"First. I'm, uh, right across the hall," She points with her thumb behind her, directing towards the room, "Room 115."

It was certainly a surprise to hear that she had taken over the room for Mrs. Hallens, but he figured that she retired and they replaced her with... Noelle. The man shifted his weight on his feet as he stood across from her.

"Ah, we're neighbors, then." He smirks at her for a moment before a wash of confusion crosses over his face, "Oh, sorry, my name. I'm Harry. I teach fifth."

The woman smiles, teeth bright and kind, "Glad to meet you, Harry."

She holds the stapler in her hands, lifting to gesture back to that conversation.

"Thanks again for this," She nods a few times, biting on the strawberry plumpness of her lips he definitely hadn't been staring at. The man shrugs his shoulders, nonchalant enough to show that there hadn't been an issue with it.

"Let me know if you, like, need help with anything else," he offers, his hands rest on his hips as he tries to act a bit casual, "It can be a bit stressful, but first graders are more stressed out than you are, trust me. Like when they say snakes are more afraid you than you are of them? Same goes for kids." He tells her, a bit of a smirk on his face and he means it with his full heart.

He figured she sensed that; a wave of calmness created a bubble over her.

The woman gives him a smile again, nodding her head at his words as she studies the stapler like it's the most important artifact on the planet.

"Yeah– yeah, you're right," she smiles back at him, her eyes laying on him and wonders why her heart races a bit faster, "Thanks, again."

Without another word, she's heading back towards the door to her own room. The man can see through the door clearly, watching as she unfolds the stapler to attach a few posters to the wall.

He senses a strange feeling, but he blames it on the heat. The air conditioning hadn't been properly turned on yet in the building, and the black jeans he chose this morning were already causing a bit of an issue when it came to sweating.

We all knew it wasn't summer heat he was feeling– no, it was more than that.

It was a feeling he'd never had before, a feeling he wouldn't be able to pinpoint on a map if given the opportunity. It felt bigger than life itself, stronger than most currents. Most writers couldn't identify it, poets had trouble putting it into words.

The man shook his head, draining the idea from it.

It was impossible, he thought. How could one look be all it took?

In that moment, he grappled with the realization that love, perhaps, wasn't an elaborate fiction but a profound and unexpected reality that had chosen him as its reluctant believer.

On the opposite end, the woman had walked back across the hall to where her own classroom laid. The papers and the posters littering the room in a chaotic sense; it matched the imagery in her brain. 

But her mouth was dry and her heart was beating in a way that she knew would be shocking to her doctors. She didn't want to turn back to look because she was afraid of what she'd find. 

Instead, her eyes shut as she reached her desk chair again. Her radiant spirit, the nervous energy that hesitated further as she set the stapler down on the desk.

The stars did that, you know? They forced together atoms with a centripetal force great enough to spark the greatest stories ever told.

The smile that landed on both Noelle and Harry; both across the hall from one another, and both unaware of each other.

The smile is where this story begins, but it is certainly not how it ends. 

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Baby love, when can we expect reputation? It’s probably been my most anticipated read in such a long time!🩷

I'm posting a preview for a NEW story rn (going to test the full story run with y'all bc at heart I'm a WP chapter writer but we'll see if it gets the reception 👀)

THEN I'll get to editing reputation (bc I do see all the comments) and see if I can make it out to y'all by the end of today 🙂‍↕️

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absolutely LOVED frontlines, I think it’s one of the best, if not the best, fanfiction at the moment. the development of the characters (specially harry) and their relationship is so good. Would be great if you do little check ups on them (not gonna lie i’m excited for the wedding)

yay!!! I'm so glad you loved, that's such a high compliment 😭

but yes, I do plan on following up with them in the future 🙂‍↕️ nothing planned right now, but I do want to write more of their story!

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could i suggest a “patient” series?? or even something similar to greys anatomy where reader and the boys could also be in the medical field. seeing that that story blew up and everyone (including me) LOVED it, i would absolutely recommend making it a full story of yours! i adore their relationship and would love to see how it continues. not to mention seeing doctorry’s daily routine as a trauma surgeon! i’m also a slut for reader to need medical attention again (sick/injured) and harry being sooo concerned to the point he goes into doctor mode 🥰🥰

I've been soooo torn about posting series on tumblr because I don't know how well they're actually received... I would love to add another part of this to my long list though!! I could definitely do more of a doctor-focused harry or something in the medical field if you'd like :-)

I have a few other series' in mind that I want to post before I would do this one, but def adding doctorry back to the list

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One time i had a girl tell me i was using AI because i used the word worshipfully and was using dashes😭

😭😭 that's so scary omg open the schools FOR REAL!!!

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AI right now is far from perfect right now. At my job we have to translate a lot of material and use a bureau for it (who uses AI to translate 😐 and then they have a human check it before sending it back to us). If it’s a long text there are bound to be mistakes made by the AI. One of our texts that said in English ”Remember, you can not replace an eye” was translated to something like ”Remember you can not install an eye” ???? There was a direct and correct translation, it wasn’t even difficult and it messed up. I’m just saying, people are quick to accuse anything well made nowadays of being AI. At work we’ve started to get messages like ”it’s well made but sad it’s made with AI” when in fact we are unable to produce our products with AI (good because I want to keep my job lmao, already lost one to AI). And the AI translated text we’ve had A LOT of feedback on from customers that it’s off and uses very old timey language.

YES!!!!! exactly! AI will always be human driven — it cannot have the complexities of a human brain, and it never will. ESPECIALLY with books and writing and creative processes; it's always just learning from what's already available. I am so scared to use AI for anything 😭 even when I do use it for school, I'm so skeptical about it because I know it's gonna fuck up

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I just had a crash out and thought about bringing Celestial to tumblr

Like I reread it and it's crazy bc I actually thought it was so good (💀) and I think y'all would loooove it but is tumblr down for long-form stories and updates?? I never finished it but definitely could start reworking it

IDK IDK