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C.(S). Sunoo x Reader | WC. 950| G. Fluff | Prompt: Finally someone else who also likes Mint Chocolate Chip | 

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There will always be haters. Whether it's for commonly beloved animals like kittens or for universally loved treats such as chocolate. But there were also the famously divisive pairings, pineapple on pizza, ice cream and fries and of course—mint chocolate chip ice cream.

In your group of friends, you were the only one who wasn’t instantly repulsed by the idea of mint and chocolate chip ice cream, finding the taste unlike that of toothpaste and even opting to enjoy it on a nice summer day a few times in the season. 

You were by no means a diehard fan but it did irk you whenever people were so exaggerated about it, which is probably why you entered the ice cream shop—advertising their flavour of the month as mint chocolate chip—alone.

Your friends left you alone to check out another cafe within the plaza as you went to buy your “monstrosity of an ice cream” and enjoyed “the abomination of flavour combinations” by yourself. 

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It's early in the afternoon so the store is quite barren apart from the back view of a worker standing behind the ice cream display and a father with his child tossing out their garbage before walking past you to exit. 

You walk up the counter, your eyes skimming the various tubs packed to the top of sweet, cold goodness until your eyes landed on the mint chocolate chip tub—relatively full, save for a few little scoops taken from the edges, probably from taste tests.

You take a peek behind the counter for an employee, still only face to face with the back of someone filling up a container of toppings. As he turns around with the container in hand, he jumps a little seeing you on the other side.

“Oh!” The topping slightly spills out of the side of the container and bits on his apron as his arms jerk at the unexpected presence of you . “..Uh-I’m sorry I didn’t hear anyone come in.” He explains with a nervous smile, his ears brushed with a tint of pink. 

“Oh no worries, I just got here!” you beam, making a small waving motion with your hand to show it wasn’t a big deal. 

He places the container in the display, folding his arms above the glass, leaning forward smiling at you. “So…what can I get for you?”

You take a quick glance around ice cream options when you spot the mint chocolate chip tub once more. “I’d like to try the flavour of the month!”

Sunoo’s eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise. “You want…mint…choco…late chip?” 

Your lips press into a thin line, you look back at the employee in hesitation. “I–i- uh like it, that's kinda why I came in here,” you stumble out.

Sensing that he might be making you self-conscious about your choice, Sunoo changes his expression in a second, a wide smile replacing his previous shock. 

“Oh,~! I was just surprised someone willingly chose that flavour, as you can see” he gestures to the full tub,” no one’s ordered that at all, those little scoops are from me snacking here and there,” he admits sheepishly. 

You laugh out in relief. Finally! A fellow mint chocolate chip lover. 

You ask for a waffle cone, two scoops and no toppings. As Sunoo happily piles on the scoops you two begin discussing how you’ve come to like the taste. Shuffling over to the cashier station once he hands you the cone and a spoon.

“It’s just so good, a perfect mix of chocolate and a little freshness from mint just complements it,” he exclaims. “My co-workers all make fun of me for it but no amount of ridicule will kill my love for it.”

“Exactly~, I don’t know why people feel like they can shame me out of liking mint chocolate chip,”  you reply as you pull out your card to pay. “If anything…more for us, right,” gesturing to the two of you. 

“Haha~ I guess you’re right, at least the flavour’s never sold out.” 

He hands you some napkins and your receipt as you remain at the counter, not quite ready to leave just yet, not when he’s still flashing you such a radiant smile.

You take the first bit and instantly feel the refreshing taste melt in your mouth. Before you can give your reviews, the two of you are startled by a rather loud interruption. 

“SUNOO~! CAN YOU COME HELP ME WITH THE DELIVERY”

Sunoo flashes you an apologetic smile, “Gotta get back to work…hopefully you enjoy the ice cream!” He begins to walk away, as he reaches the doorway to the back he turns. “Oh…and by the way if you like it you can come back and an extra scoop will be on me, scouts honour” he suggests, slightly whispering the last part with a hand to the side of mouth. 

Once Sunoo disappears into the back, you feel a buzzing from your pocket, and you realize it's probably your friends calling to meet up. Before you leave, however, you fulfill a small idea that popped into your head, hoping it would work out well.

You’re walking out the store taking bites of the ice cream and as you make your way to find your friends, you find yourself repeating the name of the cute boy at the ice cream parlour, “Sunoo”.

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“Sunoo…”

“Hmmm”

“Were you flirting with a customer today?”

Sunoo’s expression twists into confusion because no, why would he be flirting with customers?

Jake holds up a napkin in front of Sunoo, who stops wiping the counter and moves closer to read the napkin.

135-0624 → to hold you to that “free mint chocolate scoop” promise 

~Y/N 🤍

Author’s Note: Mint Chocolate Chip is a good flavour and my eyes roll so hard whenever the rest of ENHYPEN hate on it (grow up guys (¬､¬) ) like damn guys what about love and kindness. Gotta defend Sunoo and his love for Mint Chocolate Chip with everything I have, if the man wants Mint Choco, he’ll have his Mint Choco.

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tell me what i should do with this heart...?

C.(S). Doyoung (NCT) x Idol Reader | WC. 802 | G. Fluff~~| Now Playing: Main Kya Karoon by Nikhil Paul Geroge from Barfi | 

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Like any sane or reasonable person in the ever so gruelling, time-consuming and taxing industry of music and entertainment—much less the Korean entertainment industry—Doyoung kept himself guarded from the idea of love. He always made sure to keep a professional distance from his colleagues, opting to hang out with a only select few friends and the other NCT members. 

It's not like he had been hurt in love or experienced a sticky dating situation, but Doyoung was, you see, a planner. He had a habit of assessing all the risks and consequences of his decisions and though most people would want to experience life for themselves without regard to warnings, Doyoung thought if people were saying no to something, it was probably well within reason to.

From his friends to other colleagues in the industry, he understood that idol life and a romantic relationship were as good a combination as having a rotational group, it could be good but it would almost always end as some kind of trauma. 

Even if he was open to love, he was just so busy with all the schedules and he was often with the same group of staff and members—how can you find love if you see the same people day in and day out?

He couldn’t have imagined, even in his wildest dreams, the way you dropped into his life. Literally. You tripped and fell in front of him backstage on an award show. He immediately helped you up, but it was the way you were beaming even after having taken a cartoonish fall in front of a celebrity your senior.

You thanked him over and over for helping you up but it fell to deaf ears. Doyoung couldn’t focus past the imaginary glow around you, as if you were some kind of main character being introduced in a movie, was he seriously hearing music or was that someone practicing in the background.

Here was a man who was sure love wasn’t around the corner for him until maybe his late 30s, after enlistment or when NCT promotions died down, definitely not in the midst of one of the biggest awards shows—wasn’t he supposed to be on stage in the next several minutes?

“I just wanted to greet you before you went on stage,” you admit shyly. When you get no response from him, you wave a hand in front of him. “hello wave.. everything ok sunbae?”

He snaps out of his trance, embarrassed at being caught staring. “.yy-y-yes, just hosting for nervous,” he answers.

You’re smiling at him but your brow quirks in confusion.

“ah i-I mean nervous for hosting.” He laughs awkwardly, overcompensating for his mistake by widely smiling back hoping you ignore his little mix up. Could you notice how red his ears were getting?

“Oh..well I wish all the best!” you raise your fist in a “fighting” motion. 

When the two of you hear a staff member let Doyoung know he has a few minutes till he needs to be on stage, you bow your head and say your goodbye. “Good luck~!” you wish with another smile that has Doyoung feel a little wobbly in the knees. 

His tongue is tied for a response so he can only hold up his hand in goodbye, a dumbstruck smile on his face and he sees you disappear in a sea of bustling staff and groups. He doesn’t have a moment to dwell further until he’s being rushed to get into position. 

Doyoung is a professional, so the moment his name is announced to host, his demeanor switches to “NCT 127’s Doyoung”, his back straightens further and his stride holds utmost confidence but that fuzzy little feeling in heart remains, growing each time he pictures your smiling face. 

His hosting duty goes fairly well, but his eyes find themselves straying to locate you in the audience. Then, when your group wins an award, his eyes follow you up and around the stage, in awe—praying the cameras did not pan to him at that moment. He wishes he could have properly congratulated you but alas, he was rushed to the dressing room to change and head out before he could even make a step towards where your group sat.

Now changed into casual clothes, he sits in the back of the van heading home. Music sounding through his AirPods, staring outside the window, cheek cupped by a hand on his arm propped on the seat’s edge. 

“What should I do with this heart?” He wonders. 

Leaning back in the seat, he shuts his eyes trying to focus on the packed schedule he has, but all that pops is you, his heart fluttering in sync.

“What am I going to do?” he thinks. “What am I going to do with this heart of mine?”

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being a writer is constantly google the definitions of words you already know the meanings of because your brain's always paranoid and telling you maybe you've been using them wrong your entire life

I can excuse misusing words in my daily life but my mlm slow-burn enemies to lovers smut has to be perfect

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the ‘kind character snapping’ trope has been co-opted by too many people who don’t understand it fundamentally. you can’t have your character actively think of themselves as that kind of person bc that makes it like bragging. ‘you wouldn’t like me when i’m angry 😡’ ’no more mister nice guy 😈’ ’demons run when a good man goes to war 👿’ ’honestly i scare myself sometimes 😰’ WROOOOOONG. those are all threats. first off a truly kind character should be humble and not even consider kindness a thing of theirs. and second off please. if they’re truly gentle they should be ashamed of the very thought of their own wrath and not like openly talk about it. yeah i bet they do scare themselves and others when they finally get pushed too far but like don’t have them say or consciously think that without shame… it should be like a tragic thing that happens to them against their will and not like an alter ego they’ve been gleefully looking for an excuse to slip into

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I'm being DEAD serious here guys. Make problematic ocs. I'm telling you. It's so much fun. And easier to get invested in them sometimes because they really STICK OUT in your brain. You fall in love with them.

For help developing problematic ocs try out these two methods

Method one: think of a problematic choice your oc will make. This could be; abandoning their children, killing a sibling, siding with the oppressor whatever. Work backwards from there. What are the implications of someone who would make that decision.

Method two: give them a motivation and work forwards from there. For example; they have the motivation to survive no matter what, they need to be the ruler of their society, they will not go against a specific religious/moral code etc. now make sure every decision they ever make is in line with that and crucially put things in their way that'll make them make fucked up decisions to get what they want.

Now! You have! A fucked up oc! And you will love them! I promise

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maybe...it's more than hate

C.(S). Jungwon x GN Reader + ft. Ni-Ki | WC. 996 | G. Fluff; Hurt; Angst | Prompt: Enemies-to-???; coworkers-to-???; Physiotherapist AU; Drunken confessions | Part 1 of __ |

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It easy to hate. Its even easier to fall in love. How do you choose between the two?

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ACT 1

It all happened two months ago. A company dinner. You and Jungwon had been butting heads since you both joined the same clinic. You two were some of the best physiotherapists in the area, with a loyal clientele and hundreds of reviews boasting of your magical ability to solve even the trickiest of chronic pain, but only one of you could be the best—right?

For everyone beside the two of you, it was simply the case of a bad first impression which just snowballed into further animosity between the two of you. You two knew the limits in a professional workplace but that was only when your boss was watching. 

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You’d never hung out with Jungwon outside of work long enough to witness how his drunk self acted, but it seemed that he took the opportunity to let loose, to which you strategically remained sober so perhaps he’d say something that you could tease him relentless or better yet have an embarrassing video to show him the next day of work. You didn’t get a video but boy did he say something—just not something you could tease him over.

“I…like youuu…Y/Nnnnn, i…. likkkkeee you a lottt.” Even with alcohol in his system making his words sloppier and the bustling around you, your ears caught each word.

You were unsure if there had been something stronger in the alcohol, but as you kindly waited with Jungwon for a cab to take his wasted self home, you were suddenly hyper-aware of everything in your vicinity the moment those words left his mouth. 

The smell of fried oil from nearby food stalls. the slight cool breeze contrasting the humid night atmosphere. Engines vrring in the nearby main street. Laughter resounding from inside the restaurants where some of your coworkers remained. 

You slowly turn around. “What…did-what did you just say?” Your eyes are narrow, confusion tattooed on your forehead, a stark difference from the drumming heartbeat in your chest ringing all the way to your ears or the weird flutter in the pit of your stomach. 

Had the door exiting the restaurant transported you to an alternate universe? Jungwon, your sworn nemesis since you started at the clinic was drunkenly professing his love? How your mind was moving a mile a minute to make sense of the situation.

“I.Like.Y-YOU.” He moves closer with each word until only a fraction’s arm length remains. His eyes, unwavering from yours, you almost believe he was completely sober with how he holds eye contact.

Though the smell of alcohol on him is pungent to your nostrils, it mixes with his cologne and what you can only assume is the lingering scent of fabric softener, all blending together with the aroma of food nearby, your mind and senses getting hazy and confused by the second. 

Before you can even open your mouth for a smart retort or push him away, your Uber pulls up, the driver rolling his window down to call your name.

“Uber for Y/N”

You turn around quickly, saved by the driver calling out your name. 

“Hi sir,” you wave. “Just give us a moment, we need to drop this gentleman home first.”

“Ooo-h genlet mem?” Jungwon muses, chuckling to himself. His words suddenly lose their previous sense of clarity.

You roll your eyes as you grab his arm to guide him towards the Uber, his body heat causing you to tense at the close contact. Opening the door to the backseat you shield his head as he stumbles inside. Closing the door behind him, you ready yourself for the most awkward ride of your life until a coworker of yours and close friend of Jungwon, Ni-Ki, comes rushing out of the restaurant.

“Hey!”

“Hey Ni-Ki is everything ok?”

“Yeah yea, I was wondering if I could Uber with you?”

“Didn’t you drive here?

“I did and I wasn’t gonna drink but then the boss brought out the fruit soju and well you get the gist.” 

“I see…” Taking a quick glance at Jungwon who’s now lying in the backseat, giggling to himself about something. “Is it ok if you take Jungwon home then? I’m not sure how he was planning on getting to his apartment after the Uber and he doesn’t seem to be sobering up.”

Ni-Ki bends down to take a peek at Jungwon as you speak, nodding his head in agreement. “Yeah for sure.”

Ni-Ki climbs on in the back forcing Jungwon to sit up so they both can fit. You get into the passenger seat and so the ride begins and in no time, with Ni-Ki in attendance, you get dropped off first.

Watching the Uber pull away from the entrance to your building, you can’t help but wonder what would’ve happened had you been forced to take Jungwon home after that confession, your heart still thumping against your chest from when you stole glances at Jungwon during the car ride.

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You can't sleep. Tossing. Turning. Meditating. A warm glass of milk. Counting sheep. Keeping very still. Yet, nothing would do the trick.

When your body did give itself up to fatigue, your mind decides to play tricks in your dreams. A series of dreams (more like nightmares) somehow always ending with Jungwon interrupting whatever you were doing to confess. Whether you were about to skydive off a mountain or a mythical creature was telling you that you were the chosen one, Jungwon’s confession interfered EACH.DAMN.TIME .

Your eyes shoot open at the blaring of your alarm. Turning the alarm off, you allow yourself a few moments to just lie in bed. Replaying the vividness of your dreams, each more confusing than the last. The cutoff of each scenario just as you meant to give him a reply, no different to how you were interrupted last night. 

Sitting up, you rub the lacklustre sleepiness out of your eyes, dreading facing the man who made your life a whirlwind from the last 12 hours.

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a lovesick fool's guide to skating for beginners

C.(S). Sunghoon x GN Reader | WC. 1431 | G. Fluff | Prompt: Wearing down your partner to go skating with you| 

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You knew Sunghoon loved to skate, and you loved that he loved it, but you didn’t have the best memories in all the times you’ve been.

“Please, please, please”

“Sunghoon you know I have two left feet and no stability”

“I’ll make sure you don’t fall~”

Park Sunghoon never begged, but that was before he became a simp—for you.

You were aware of your partner’s many talents. Even taking part in some, but after your disaster of a second date, he never brought up skating—until now.

For the past week all that has been on Sunghoon’s mind was taking you skating, as in he’s been seriously daydreaming about holding your hands to guide you on the ice, BGM playing, dream sequence montage vibes and all. 

After his most recent appearance on Kangnami’s Let Try-nami , it got him thinking as to why he was only ever teaching his members or other people how to skate when he could be teaching you. He was definitely not influenced at all from TikToks of cute couples skating together that he’s saved on his phone since December. 

Sunghoon’s entire cool, nonchalant, “man-of-few-words”, ice prince façade crumbled early on into your relationship but his eagerness to take you skating was something else entirely. 

Plan A. Bribes

It started with your favourite treats—drinks, pastries, candy, chocolate—with some sort of decoration or aesthetic related to skating and ice. But then, he even went as far as getting the two of you custom skates that he just “happened” to see on sale? Why in the world would they make skates with your initials and then put them on sale?

Plan B. Exposure therapy 

Sunghoon was convinced that if he showed you ENOUGH videos of couples or just people skating, eventually you would be enticed. Yet, all that you pointed out was how people kept falling or how you were sure you’d twist your other ankle (re: second date where you twisted an ankle and Sunghoon had never been more terrified of you dumping him before you two even became exclusive). Needless to say, you did not find the videos convincing to try skating, however, you were now well aware of his desperation—how long could you hold out?

Plan C. Nostalgia (Sunghoon POV: Why haven’t you been convinced yet??!?!)

Maybe you just needed a reminder of Sunghoon’s ability, and then maybe you’d trust him again so what did he start doing? He sent you old videos of himself skating. You were a sucker for baby Sunghoon at his skating prime and it was getting harder to resist—he looked so cute and his skating always left you in awe. You knew his angle, it was obvious when the videos he sent had captions like, 

“Wow what a professional!” “I’ve been practicing since I was a child, you’d be in good hands you know…” “Look at how good I look, wanna look good with me?” “Oh how I miss the ice, I want to show you my tricks :( “

You decide it can’t be as bad as you remember and that your boyfriend should be put out of his misery, may as well make use of those custom skates. As fun as it was to watch Sunghoon come up with new ways to convince you, the way his face lit up was incomparable. He may be a simp for you but you’re no less. 

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When Sunghoon told you to be ready for 7, you spent the entire day mentally preparing yourself to get back on the ice, but when he asked you to dress up a bit fancy, that threw you off completely. You complied though, opting for something thicker but fancy to keep the cold at bay when skating. 

Prompt as ever, you received a text from Sunghoon at 6:57 p.m. to come down, so you grab the bag of skates and head out—it would be ok-ay.

The drive from your home to the rink is a little longer than you expected but eventually the two of you reach an unfamiliar looking arena.

Sunghoon insists you close your eyes as you two step inside on the way towards the rink, complying, you close your eyes and cover them with your right hand as the left grabs his arm as a guide, him already holding onto your bag of skates with a free hand. 

“Careful, we’re going up some stairs ok…”

You can feel the chill of the presumed rink nip at your cheeks and exposed hands, heart beating fasting in anticipation and perhaps also the loss of one of your senses.

“Wait…wait…” …. Clap.Clap. “Ok ok, now OPEN~!”

The first image that greets your eyes is an array of golden fairy lights decorating the ceiling overhead the ice like a canopy, their fluttering light reflected in the smooth, untouched ice below. Scattered amongst the lights are pink lanterns hanging above, like your personal cherry blossoms. 

Unbeknownst to you, as your eyes observe all the details, the twinkling of lights reflected in your eyes, Sunghoon has a knowing smile on his face, a feeling in his heart that you liked the surprise. 

Your trance is interrupted when Sunghoon tugs your arm to sit down and put on the skates.

“Time for the fun part!” he exclaims, patting the seat beside him as he fishes out his skates.

“Can’t we spend some more time admiring all the pretty lights…?” You bat your eyes, trying your best to convince your boyfriend.

Tsk “We can admire the lights from the ice silly” he replies, patting your head before putting his second skate on while you sat beside him, bag of skates in hand, still hesitating. 

With a deep breath you take out the skates, undoing your own shoes and slipping on the skates. As you bend over to tie them, a pair of hands are already there. Switching his seat from beside you to infront, he pulls up your leg to his lap, 

“Babe, I can tie my own shoelaces…” You whine, trying to pull away but his thigh locks your foot in place.

“Can I not spoil the love of my life a bit?” he huffs, giving you a look that's a cross between pleading and stern, and suddenly you’re unsure if you’re cold from ice or starting to heat up from his gaze. 

You opt to look away, feeling shy under his unwavering gaze. “...fine…”

In no time, both of your skates are tied with a cute bow. With a pat to your skate, he gently lowers down your leg before standing up, offering you a hand to which you graciously accept.

The gate to the rink is open and Sunghoon steps on first while you’re still standing outside the edge, gripping the rink sills. 

With both hands extending towards you, Sunghoon looks at you grinning ear to ear, eagerly waiting.

“I won’t let you fall, I’ve got you,” he assures, voice laced with the utmost sincerity. 

You slowly release the grip you have on the sills and move your hands to hold Sunghoon’s. The two of you stay like that for a few moments, with your umpteenth deep breath of the day, you take your first step onto the ice. A slight shift of your skate causes your hands to tightly clasp onto Sunghoon, whose arm has already adjusted to quickly grip around your torso, making sure you remain upright. Finally both your feet on the ice and get a feeling that maybe this time you’d actually have some fun.

Once he’s sure you’re stable and balanced, Sunghoon grabs onto your forearms, urging you to grip his as well,

“You ready?”

“I better not fall tonight,” you warn, not looking to end up at the ER again.

“Don’t worry, the only thing you’ll fall for is me!,” he assures, adding a wink for effect.

You roll your eyes at the line, but it takes your mind away from any scenarios of falling and breaking a limb.

“OK, I’m gonna start to skate, just hold on yea?” 

“Let’s do this...”

You’re not sure where the music starts to play from but with Sunghoon holding your gaze the two of you begin to move, slowly at first but increasing the speed to match the tempo of whatever tune plays in the background. 

As you make your way around the rink, you think that maybe you should’ve accepted Sunghoon’s offer earlier because you’re sure you never want this moment to end and Sunghoon, well he’s making sure he keeps you on your two feet, otherwise you’ll definitely reject the next surprise he has planned.

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Bad news, y'all

You really gotta write the damn book to become a published author

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Writers on a random Tuesday: Sits down, locks in, giggles, writes 10k, does not sleep

Also writers on a random Tuesday: writes one sentence and then stares into the abyss for five fours

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question: which do writers like more, comments or reblogs?

so this is kinda a complicated question i think? and i don't want to speak for other writers or go against generally accepted practice.

it's true that the way tumblr is set up necessitates reblogs so that more people see your work. it's very discouraging to be posting into a void knowing no one will see it. it feels like wasted effort. that's why tumblr culture and ettiquette has historically put reblogs above all other notes, and for good reason!!

that being said, interacting with readers is a major part of the fun of running a blog like this! personally, i get SO excited to see replies and comments on my posts and it motivates me to write more!! a nice comment can make my entire day :) so to say comments are "less" than reblogs doesn't feel quite right....it's just a different kind of thing altogether. in an ideal world more people would do both! but unfortunately that doesn't happen much these days.

that's kinda my thoughts on this. i fear i did not answer your question at all 😭😭😭😭 there's kind of a lot to consider. sorry for the essay but thanks for the question!!

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Lesser-known steps of the writing process:

Finding all the paragraphs where you used some hyper-specific word more than once

Rearranging paragraphs that you swear you wrote in the right order but turned out to be totally backwards

Going for a walk, coming up with the perfect line, and forgetting it as soon as you get home and open your laptop

Creating a separate document where you can dump all of those nice sentences that no longer fit in anywhere

Waking up in a cold sweat because so-and-so was supposed to be barefoot but never actually took his shoes off

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You should write the most niche, indulgent fiction that appeals to you specifically, because it will be much more artistically authentic and valuable than corporate slop that has been focus tested to death to appeal to the widest audience possible.

Write for yourself and you will always be making authentic art that has an uncompromised vision, and you will gain an audience that appreciates that.

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reblog if you’re okay with people writing fanfics of your fanfics and/or fanfics inspired by your fanfics

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This has been a PSA.

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The thing nobody tells you is that you can just write down that one scene you've been replaying in your head with no connections to anything. You don't have to wait until the plot get there or until you come up with the rest of the story around it that makes that scene makes sense. You can just write that one scene.

you are so right