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As a fic writer, i need every reader to know that:

I don’t care if your comment is coherent. I know what you mean and i love you

I don’t care if you ramble. I read every word and i love you

I don’t care if you leave a comment on a fic from four years ago or leave comments/kudos on like ten of my fics in one go. This isn’t IG, pls stalk my AO3. I love you

I don’t care if you mention the same thing in your comment that four other people have already mentioned. It’s actually really useful to know what resonated with people and I love everyone who takes the time to tell me they liked a particular turn of phrase

I don’t mind if your comment is super long or just a couple of sentences, i love them all

I love you

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My newest oneshot exceeded the word count Tumblr allows, so I’m sending a link to ao3 for you all

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creators see your reblogs. creators read the nice tags you type in when you love their work. creators beam when you ask to be added to the tag list, or tagged in their edits and writings. creators see your comments saying how beautiful their content is. creators smile when you send an ask telling them how much you like their work. creators appreciate interaction with their content and love you for it, really. so if you like something, reblog it, say how much you love it in the tags, reply to it with a nice message. you’ll make someone’s day.

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Reblog if you post/reblog any of the following:

my dash is dry af and I wanna following more blogs.

Sanders Sides/Thomas Sanders in general

Markiplier

Dan and Phil

Dear Evan Hansen

Musical memes in general

Good Omens

Marvel

If you reblog this I’ll check out your blog!

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Anyone interested in doing a collab with me?? (Asking mainly from mutuals)

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Maybe Evan tied up? For the nsfw writing thing.

Hmmm... maybe. The only issue is I did something like that with Connor already

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“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.

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Does anyone have any NSFW suggestions? I wanna write more smut but I’m dry on those (literally have too much normal stuff)

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currently thinking about: the sincerely me dance

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not necessarily a prompt but concept: River calling Payton “Princess”, half-jokingly and half-because it makes Payton blush

He does it cause Payton is spoiled by his mum XDD

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Secret admirers seemed too cliche to actually be a thing. Or at least, that’s what Evan used to think.

It was the typical formula of High School romances in dumb, romance films trying to be hip or cool. It was just too good to be true in real life.

Or well, so Evan thought.

Because he had a note sticking outside his locker, which just said “Dear E, You look really cute today.”

And it was February, ironically, which was the most romantic month of the year, or at least Evan thought. He was a hopeless romantic who just wanted some affection.

But not like this. He would’ve preferred to just be told upfront, because he would take what he could get at this rate, especially after realizing his fixation with being with Zoe was just loving the idea of someone like her, and not actually her, so he was still hurt by that, despite the fact that she didn’t even do anything to him. He thought he wouldn’t ever have a chance at romance again,

Well, until that little note.

Evan felt a twinge of doubt reside deep inside himself, and he tried to convince himself that it was meant for him, because he didn’t know anyone that had a locker by his with the initial E. For once, he just wanted to take something like this and enjoy it, instead of freaking out, having a panic attack for no reason whatsoever, or letting his insecurities get the best of him.

So, he tucked the little note in his pocket, and decided to let it be, despite his mind screaming that it wasn’t meant for him, and left for his next class.

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It really shouldn’t have surprised him to see another letter fly out of his locker.

Evan hoped he was mentally prepared for it, but no, he wasn’t, because he had to fumble around for the half sheet of paper, while Jared treaded closer and closer to him, so that was inconvenient, because he wanted to read the little note, but nope, it had to be Jared, and his fucking car insurance, just like usual.

“Hansen!” Jared called, and Evan hated how harshly he crumpled the letter into his palm, and down inside his back pocket. “What’s up? We haven’t talked in a while.”

Really? Did he have to do this now? “Oh, I-I’ve been fine. Normal, boring life, you know?”

Jared gave him a look that said “Are we really going to do this?”. “I saw that letter in your locker. Spill.”

Of course he did. That was just his luck. “I don’t know, Jared, I just got it.”

“I can’t believe it! Someone’s writing to you, Evan Hansen! Aren’t you like, most likely to be forgotten?” Jared barked out a laugh.

He tried not to let that comment hurt because he’d heard it a thousand times before, but it still did. He looked away, choosing to ignore it. “I’m… going to class.”

“Buzzkill,” he joked, but made no effort to stop him. “Hey, tell your mom I was nice to you so my parents will pay my car insurance, alright?”

Evan didn’t answer him, knowing it would’ve been preferred.

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It was different every day.

“You hunch in on yourself to try and hide. Don’t. I see you. You’re beautiful.”

“I don’t understand how a stutter is cute, but yours is. Sorry, that’s probably annoying to hear.”

“I hate seeing you cry. Reminds me of how ugly the world is (not saying you’re ugly).”

It was nice. Too nice, so where as it was hard for Evan to believe it was all meant for him. How was it all meant for him? Who could dedicate all this time into just him?

So, feeling a need to do something in return for them, he left a small thank you letter, saying how he appreciated all the stuff they said about him, and that they really brightened his day.

But Evan really hadn’t anticipated a response.

“Dear E,

I’m glad my letters make you happy. It’s nice to know I’m doing one good thing in life. I won’t tell you who I am, but if you’re as lonely as you say you are in your letter, text me sometime? (xxx)-xxx-xxxx”

Normally Evan wouldn’t accept things like this, but curiosity be damned, he wanted to try and get closer to Secret Admirer, and hopefully figure out who they were.

Evan: Since you’re not going to tell me who you are, can you tell me what to call you?

Unknown: call me… C?

Evan made a mental note to change the contact to that.

Evan: I c you

C: ha

C: leave the puns to the professional.

Evan: ):<

Evan: Rude.

Evan: Why don’t you use my name in your letters?

C: it felt impersonal. I know you, but I don’t know you, like in real life.

C: if that makes sense.

Evan: Ah. That makes sense.

Evan: Well now you can use my name. Since we’re talking now.

C: suppose you’ve got a point there lol

And they sort of just kept going on from there. C didn’t like to talk about his home life, and was persistent in learning more about him in general. He seemed thrilled with every new little thing he learnt about him, and would tell non specific stories around every topic.

C: did you ever go to autumn smiles apple orchard??? The had THE BEST apples

C: me and my sis would roll down the hills there. They were super big.

C: and one time my dad brought a remote controlled plane. He accidentally sunk it into the lake there though

Evan: Aw that sucks. Did he apologize?

C: old man never was good with words. He just said “sorry kids, we’ll get a new one”. Like, that was my favorite toy?? You fucker??

Evan: Are you… still holding a grudge?

C: one does not simply forgive their dad after he fucks up so badly.

C was incredibly passionate about protecting rights and nature, and would send Evan long paragraphs at random, most often in the middle of the night.

Was it possible to be crushing on someone Evan didn’t know? Actually, scratch that, he did know C, just not in real life. Like an online relationship, just without the distance.

C: hey, Valentine’s Day is coming up. Wanna be my valentine?

Evan didn’t think he was serious at first, because he was a secret admirer, and his identity was going to remain a secret no matter what, but what would it hurt? Maybe C would leave him a lollipop or something.

Evan: Sure! You’re probably the only person who’d ask heh.

But on that Friday, Valentines Day, he wasn’t expecting to see Connor Murphy waiting beside his locker, a white teddy bear in his arms, as he wore a dark purple sweater with his usual skinny jeans and combat boots. For once, he seemed to put effort into his appearance, because his hair seemed to be detangled and fluffed, showing off a nose piercing, along with a few others on his ears.

Evan hadn’t overdressed that day. He just wanted to wear a light pink short sleeved button up he’d been saving for a special occasion, with loose ended jeans, and his uggs that clashed horribly with the outfit all together. It was a complete disaster, Evan was painfully aware of this, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now.

“Hey Ev, it’s me…” Connor smiled at him, fiddling with the teddy bear. “Now you can finally ‘C’ me,” he joked lamely.

Evan couldn’t stop the smile forming on his lips. Connor’s was too infectious. “Is that— a c-callback to when we first met?”

“Obviously,” the latter chuckled, handing over the teddy bear. Apron further inspection, it was holding a little heart that said “You’re too much to bear!”.

“Can I— can I hug you?” Evan asked sheepishly, holding the stuffed animal close.

Connor opened his arms up, seemingly all too willingly. “Come on in.”

As Evan wrapped his arms around him, he briefly thought about all the rumors that were spread about this guy. He threw a printer at his teacher, Mrs. G, in second grade, he was bullied, he supposedly did drugs and got kicked out of a private school, and he showed up to school high. Then again, Connor showed a completely different persona from behind the letters and texts he received up until that very day. He had a sneaking suspicion that his classmates were wrong about him.

“Can I walk you to class?” Connor asked softly. “And take you to The Orchard tonight?”

“One thousand percent yes,” Evan whispered back, holding onto him tonight.

Once the two separated, Evan gently set the little bear inside his locker, and let Connor walk him to his first class period of the day. They ate lunch together, held hands, and talked. He wasn’t sure what they were, but that didn’t matter.

So what if secret admirers were cliche? Evan’s made him more happy than ever.

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FIRST! XD

Payton needed four hundred and twenty five flowers for the benefit he was doing.

The benefit was designed for him and a couple of volunteers to hand out flowers to the local hospital and patients/workers inside for Valentines Day (it seemed more efficient than just sitting around at home, moping about being single).

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Valentines Day was a lonely day for Evan.

Tragically single at twenty one, with no dating experience whatsoever was a major step back for him. Not to mention that during the romantic month of February, many couples were buying roses and bouquets for their partners.

Well, at least he was working Valentines Day, so he wouldn’t be too plagued and tortured by the continuous reminder that he was alone and probably would be forever. He had the bright, beautiful flowers to keep him company (with a little cactus too. It was just starting to sprout!), and multiple orders to fill out for people getting last minute presents, for whatever reason.

Oh, and Connor Murphy, local graphic designer that didn’t go to college and somehow made big bucks designing build boards or posters, who liked to come in and sketch plants. Was he single? Evan didn’t know. Was he the most beautiful person Evan had ever seen? Well, he wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, but yes.

Occasionally, Connor would buy a flower or two, claiming it was for his mother, and once he even bought a Venus Flytrap for his room, claiming it was full of bugs and needed some way to dispose of them. He gave Evan regular updates on how it was doing, and during the months of winter, discovered he could buy bugs at the store to feed it. Sometimes he’d show Evan videos of it eating a cricket, which, well, Evan didn’t want to see a dead cricket, but it clearly fascinated Connor, so he stuck with him.

He even named the flytrap Ventus, because apparently that’s what he thought they were called when he was a kid, and decided to use it for nostalgia purposes.

Really, no matter how much he wanted to ask Connor out with him, he just couldn’t, because then he’d ruin everything with Connor, and he’d be even more alone on Valentines Day, which was something he didn’t want, quite frankly.

Oh. Actually, Connor did mention taking someone out that night, but he’d be around during his work hours, so it was totally fine. Evan wasn’t jealous or anything. Connor had a life to live, and he wasn’t going to wait around for Evan to make a move or drop hints (he did drop hints, they were just very subtle).

He entered the small flower shop a half an hour to ten, so he could get everything set up for opening. It was a basic routine to do, he just had to bring plants inside from the warehouse, set them up, and make them look pretty. After that, he organized the money inside the register, and watered whatever plants needed it. When the store opened, he flipped the little sign in front to ‘Open’ and unlocked the main door.

For the first two hours, business was slow, but that was usual, so Evan took stock of their plants and read, as occasional customers came in to buy flowers, roses, mainly, and would rush out to most likely apologize to whoever they were going out with.

Around noon, Evan took a small break to eat a honey and jelly sandwich, along with those little heart candies because it was fine to treat himself once and awhile, he reasoned to himself, as he kept an eye out for any customers.

After his lunch break, he restocked again, and an hour later, around one thirty, Connor showed up.

He was wearing a thick, black leather jacket to protect himself from the harsh cold outside, accompanied with a purple hat, black gloves, jeans, and combat boots. Despite the harshness of this outfit, Connor’s oak brown hair that flowed onto his shoulders seemed to soften all these features, as well as the little smile he wore.

“Happy Valentines Day, Ev,” Connor pulled up one of the high stools inside the shop to the counter and took a seat on it, resting his elbows on the counter. “Sucks you gotta work today?”

Evan shook his head with a giggle. “And stay at home, eating chocolate by myself, reminded by how tragically single I am? No, this is a g-good distraction.”

“Maybe you don’t have to part with chocolate…” Connor mused innocently, before sliding over a bar of chocolate.

Evan grabbed it and looked at the other in surprise. “Connor! Y-you didn’t have to do this!”

“Wanted to,” the latter shrugged, smiling. “I have another so we can bond on being single together,” he showed him as he pulled out his sketchbook.

“I didn’t know we were, we were g-getting each other stuff! Hold on!” Evan turned around, and blushed, realizing this was his time to shine. He didn’t usually give out free flowers, so his boss didn’t mind it if a few went missing. He decided to grab a yellow one with a red tint first, which represented friendship and falling in love, Lavender, which was for enchantment, and a red rose, which well, was self explanatory.

He practically shoved the wrapped flowers into the man’s hands with a flushed face, hoping he got the message clear and straight away.

And of course Connor had to notice the red rose first. God, he was so stupid. “Is this..?”

Evan looked away, blushing. “Whatever you’re thinking, it, it’s probably t-true…”

Connor seemed to stare at the flowers for a long time, before slowly opening his sketchbook, and sliding it towards him.

What stared back was him, just more beautiful and two dimensional. He was wearing his trademark polo and khakis, with the little apron that held his name tag on. He flipped through it in awe, as Connor watched with endearment.

“Wait, why am I a cactus?” He snorted, seeing his face seemingly imprinted on a potted cactus.

“Oh shit. What?” Connor pulled the sketchbook around and groaned. “Fuck, that was from when I was trying to draw a cactus but you were talking with me, so I… combined you both?”

Evan shook his head, observing every plant and version of himself hiding in the pages of the sketchbook. Connor never let him look in it until now, and Evan could see why.

As he shut it after he was done flipping through it, Connor said, “You know, I was going to ask you out to dinner when you were done with your shift. You game?”

“Yes!” Evan replied enthusiastically, and almost a bit too loudly. “Y-Yes, I’d love to!”

And well, so what if he wasn’t tragically single anymore?

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no excuses writing meme, askbox version

(Nicked from iambickilometer):

drop one of these bad boys in my askbox and i will post, without editing

FIRST — the first two sentences of my current project

LAST — the most recently written two sentences of my current project

NEXT — the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.

[insert prompt here] — you post a prompt, and i’ll write three sentences based on that prompt, set in the same time/setting as my current project

THE END — i’ll make up an ending, or post the ending if i’ve written it

BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

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writer wip asks✨

❤️: what’s the working title? 🧡: what were previous working titles/ideas? 💛: what is the title based on? 💚: how long have you been working on it? 💙: how has the idea changed between starting it and where it is now? 💜: where are you in the writing process? 🖤: what are your MC names? 💔: give a brief character bio of your 3-5 MCs ❣️: which scene has been hardest to write so far? 💕: what has your favorite scene been? 💞: which future scene are you looking forward to writing? 💓: is it part of a series or standalone? 💗: what genre is it in? 💖: are you planning on publishing it? if so, how? 💘: give us a huge spoiler 💝: who has your favorite character arch? give a brief summary 💟: how is your style different in this work compared to previous ones? has it more shifted for the story or just developed in general?

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WIP Writing Asks

What made you write your WIP?

How long have you been working on your WIP?

How has the WIP changed between starting it and where it is now?

What came first, the title or the plot?

Where did you draw inspiration from?

Is your WIP part of a series or standalone?

What genre is your WIP in?

When creating the characters for your WIP, what came first to you?

Who is your favourite character to write?

Do you have an outline? Do you stick to it?

How do you structure your plot?

What part is the hardest to write in your WIP?

Are there scenes that you cut already?

Tell us about an upcoming scene in your WIP, that you’re excited about.

Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

Give a spoiler for your WIP.

Post the last line you wrote in your WIP

Give a brief character description of your main characters.

Do you know how your story ends before you start writing?

What’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

What’s a common writing tip that you mostly ignore?

How many projects do you usually have going at once?

What’s more important: characters or plot?

Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

What authors and books have inspired you to write your work?

What is the worst writing advice in your opinion?

What is the best writing advice?

Are you planning on publishing your WIP? If so, how?

Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

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Writing Ask Meme~

Is there a specific drink you like to have when you’re writing?

What time of day do you think is the best to write?

Where do you write best?

Do you do word sprints?  If so, for how long do you do them, and what’s your average word count?

Do you write when you travel?  If so, where is the farthest away from home that you’ve written?

Do you share your work before it’s finished?

Which character that you’ve written is most like yourself?

Which character is your favorite to write?  Why?

How long is your current work in progress (words or pages)?

Do you have a specific philosophy that you go by when you write?

What were your favorite books as a child?

Do you read while writing, or try to split it up?

Which authors or styles do you try to emulate in your writing?

Would you want your books to be made into a TV show or movie?  Why or why not?

How do you plan your writing?

Do you write on a computer or on paper?  What program, or what type or paper/pen?

Is there a specific category or genre your writings generally fall into?  Which?

Would any characters from one of your works go well with your others?

Do you write multiple works at the same time?

What color scheme is your current work in progress?

Do you create aesthetics for your writing, ie. on pinterest or tumblr?  If so, what’s the board or tag?

Do you listen to music when you write?

Do you make playlists for your works in progress, characters, or scenes?

Do you prefer first or third person?  Why?

How do you defeat writers’ block?

How often do you write?

Have you ever done NaNoWriMo?

What’s your inspiration for writing?

Which style/era of writing do you most fit in with?

What’s your favorite part about writing?