#too many pending projects 😭

[hipsternumbertwo]

If you were thinking of buying the livestream ticket for Mamma Mia But Different, this is your sign!

This duet alone 😍 the harmonies were incredible.

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[mins-fins]

ANGEL EYES. — [L.MH] [PREVIEW]

❝ sometimes, it feels as if mark lee is your guardian angel ❞

SYNOPSIS: innocent cherub eyes, gently soft hands, a heart of gold, mark lee is the golden boy whose experienced as much love as he gives back. his grades are high, his smile is wide, and his laughter is sweet. the only reason mark lee gets embroiled in a world of trouble is because of his pairing with the 'messed up foster kid' in a school project. it would be stupid to ever let himself get involved, but mark does anyway.

PAIRING: mark lee x male!reader

GENRE: mid–2000s au, high school au, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, humor(?), slow burn, one sided pining to mutual pining, sadness as a romantic segway, relationship study, reader is a foster kid, mark pov, happy ending.. (i suppose)

WARNINGS: swearing, explicit language, violence, drug abuse, child abuse & neglect, family issues, mentions of death, smoking, homophobia, reader simply has the worst time and mark sobs about his circumstances, an awful amount of love that isn't realized to be love

WORD COUNT: 2.7k (preview) | ..pending (full fic)

NOTES: hello everyone, this is my baby, the birth was very special, i love my baby so much 💗 listen! i started this in early august and i am STILL going, this going to be LONG.. longest mins-fins work ever long 😞 im estimating 30–40k, the power of mark lee yall 😇 it's going to go on forever, and it's definitely going to be sad in some ways, i am currently about to hit 20k words.. sooooiooooo 😊😊 i hope you like this preview bc i really dk when the real thing is coming out 😭😭 im in so much pain rn, let me nap now 😴

BEFORE IT WAS IN THE CRISP AUTUMN ATMOSPHERE, mark lee had met you at the local police station. it was only a few months prior, august of 2004 brought the prospect of donghyuck doing everything to try and get arrested, prospects that mark could only respond with under the breath swears. he loves donghyuck, he really does, but driving shouldn't have been his first choice. in all of the friendships mark has had with other people in his life, donghyuck has always brought a wave of chaos along with him, the exact opposite of who mark's mom would advise him to stay away from, but she'd always had a soft spot for him, mark can't exactly blame her.

fresh off turning seventeen and utterly clueless as to what the future would bring, mark only found himself at the police station for one reason. donghyuck had driven without a license. yep, sixteen years old and he assumed doing an illegal u-turn was the way to end his summer.

mark has always been a stand up kid. the kind who handed out his mom's cookies to the neighbors. the kind who called for stray cats in alleyways. the kind who was simply an innocent bystander to all the bullshit his friends would pull.

so when donghyuck called him from a jail phone, voice heightened in indignation as he begged for mark to come make a case for him, the older really had no choice but to do so. mark had never been to a police station before, afraid of catching sight of real criminals in the flesh by just walking past the building. he had heard too many scary stories, had terrible ideas of human beings planted in his head.

and even as a seventeen year old who had experienced life enough that such things shouldn't have terrified him anymore, there was still a small pit in his stomach as he rounded the corner in direction of the building.

"and how exactly am i supposed to bail you out?" an eyebrow raise accompanied mark's inquiry, and donghyuck scoffed as he shook his cuffed hands.

"you don't have to bail me out, my dad knows the sheriff, i'm just getting off with a warning" he whispered, sweat on his brow as he shared that familiar 'no shit' look with mark (an ironic expression really, he's the only one between the two of them that's been in cuffs).

mark snickered. "you talk so much when you're the one handcuffed".

"watch your mouth, you need me".

just as donghyuck was about to let out a swear in addition to his snappy response, said sheriff walked into the room, tight lipped smile painting his face. "don't try that again donghyuck, or next time you'll end up in a cell".

in a instant, donghyuck's blood ran cold, mark almost laughed at the sight, but he remained still, watching. the older man glanced up, catching mark's anxiety ridden eyes. "and you are?"

"this is mark, my best friend" donghyuck was quick to quip, a hand placed onto his shoulder.

mark's stomach dropped to his feet, it isn't as if he did anything wrong, it was simply on par for him to be severely anxious around law enforcement in general, he was just afraid he'd somehow get arrested for nothing at all.

"ohhh i remember you, i used to assume you two were brothers".

mark let out a breathy (and clearly faked) chuckle, trying to bury his anxiety. he could never explain it, even if you gave him all the words to, it's not like he's a bad kid, he just finds himself tensing often. "no, just friends.."

"it's good to have someone so close as support" he narrowed his eyes at donghyuck, who stifled his scoff at the clear sarcasm lacing his tone. he then scrunched his nose, watching as donghyuck placed a performative smile on his lips. "now you, sir, we need to have a talk".

donghyuck frowned, whining out complaints as he's dragged away by the sheriff. "can you wait, mark?"

mark blinked, shoving his hands into his pant pockets. he nodded, out of words. the two bantered back and forth like friends, something mark could only stare idly at. he made his way over to the seats beside the door, where, nestled in the corner of one of them, was you.

you were scribbling something into your notebook, unaware of the eyes on you. mark sat two chairs away from you, tapping his feet onto the floor as he heard the faint sounds of scoldings. safe driving, don't get into a car without a license, your future won't be any better if you continue this shit.

swearing at a child, mark found that rich. he glances beside him again, now watching you intently. you were engrossed in the manner your pen scratched against your paper, mark had figured out through endless staring that you hadn't been writing, but drawing.

you avoided his eyes for a while, ignorant to the eyes gazing you up and down. you then glanced in mark's direction, almost startling him out of his seat with the sudden stare. you blinked, puzzled out of your mind. "is there something on my face?"

mark tensed in his seat, feeling his stomach swirl, was he staring so much that you felt offended? he felt guilty immediately, his lips parting immediately and releasing a silent breath. "no.. no i'm sorry, i didn't mean to".

you shrugged your shoulders, one click to your pen. mark recognized you, but he simply couldn't conjure up an explanation as to why you were sitting in a police station at this time, drawing whatever into your notebook. "so why are you staring then?"

"i'm trying to figure out why you're here" mark muttered, fingers fiddling with his necklace as he tried to get his tone straight in fear of again offending you. "i'm sure you aren't committing crimes".

"i can say the same for you, mr golden boy".

mark's lips turned up slightly, his hands twitching from where they rested on his lips. "i got kicked out.. always come here to let dad and mom cool off for a few hours".

the words earned an eyebrow raise from mark, that was strange to hear, especially from another person in regards to their own parents. mark had never really experienced such a thing, the way you described it made his nose scrunch. "what?"

before you could respond to that one, a police officer entered the room, one you seemed to recognize by the way your eyes lit up. "come on l/n, time to go".

a frown settled onto your lips. "do i really have to go now? you know how my parents are.."

"i can't keep you here, it would technically be illegal".

"it's not like they'll care anyway.." you mumbled, slamming your notebook shut with yet another click to your pen. "just an hour longer, please?"

there was a sense of hope in your eyes, maybe he would actually take your words into account. mark simply stared, staggered by what he was witnessing. the officer watched the change of your expressions, your thumb playing at the button on your pen, continuously clicking over and over. as the clicks amplified, so did the sound of your labored breathing.

"you know i can't do that kid".

your frown deepened, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. worry, that's what mark remembered. your eyes widened, but not in the usual shock, simply in disappointment. you cursed under your breath, muttering something about your parents getting pissed at your reappearance. you stopped clicking your pen, letting the chagrin settle onto you. "yeah.."

you sucked your teeth, imitating the look of a sulky child. mark was consumed by his silence, completely confused by the situation. he didn't give a comment, simply watched the whole entire thing happen. "i'll give you a few minutes, don't worry".

you didn't respond to that one, your eyes following the police officer who strolled out the door towards his car. you bit into your lip again, hands grasping onto your notebook and thumb still pressing onto your pen. "what bullshit".

mark continued staring, his hands clutching at his thighs. you then glanced at him once more, causing for him to flinch back. you stayed silent, watching him as much as he did you a few minutes prior.

"are you alright?" he muttered, leaving his voice at a low volume. he didn't want to raise it, he wanted to keep it at a volume that kept you comfortable.

you snickered, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. "fine, going home is just my worst nightmare".

mark's fingers found themselves sliding across his legs, teeth sliding against each other in back and forth motions. he blinked his big brown eyes, staring with an assured gaze he hoped would somehow make it's way to you. "i'm sorry".

he whispered those two words as if he was in physical pain, eyes watering for an inexplainable moment. he couldn't help it, and he had no idea why he couldn't help it. it was embarrassing how much he felt at the moment.

you stared back, lips pursuing. your expressions did at least seventy transformations, as if you were in disbelief at someone having empathy for you. you seemed distraught, why is he tearing up? that's so strange.

you chuckled, hoping it would quell his worries. "it's okay, not like it's your fault".

"still, you shouldn't have to feel that way about going home.. your parents shouldn't be kicking you out".

you grimaced, put off by the words. it isn't as if they were terrible, you just seemed.. astonished. why did he care? it was simply weird to you.

"well thank you for your concern but i'll be fine".

mark blinked away the tears threatening to escape his eyes, god what was wrong with him? why did he even tear up at that? he totally weirded you out.

"yeah um.. i'm sorry" mark bit into his inner cheek, letting out a heavy sigh. "just have a good day" a theatric smile placed itself on his lips, he was definitely trying to convince himself that it wasn't that bad of a situation.

you stared longer, seemingly itching to say something. there were words resting on the tip of your tongue, mark could practically sense it. "yeah, you too".

and when you stood up to walk out of the door, donghyuck coincidentally escaped the clutches of the sheriff, stumbling out of his office with his arms crossed over his chest. the door closed behind you, and mark watched the entire time.

"what took you so long?" mark uttered, eyes casting donghyuck's way.

the younger huffed in his usual donghyuck manner, hands on his hips. "he was giving me a big talk about safe driving" he placed heavy air quotes around the last two words, lips curled into a frown.

mark licked his teeth, his thoughts retracing back to you. "do you know him..?"

donghyuck blinked, his mouth opening to ask about who until he saw the way mark motioned his head. "y/n? oh yeah, he's around here all the time, the officers basically take him in whenever.."

"why?"

his voice scratched like sandpaper, donghyuck wincing at the tone. he then shrugged his shoulders, his attitude puzzled. "something about his parents not really caring, it's pretty shitty".

mark's lips parted in a freezing motion, his stomach pain only worsening. "that's scary.. feeling safer at the police station than your own home".

"i don't know much about his situation, just know his parents have a terrible temper".

mark swallowed the lump in his throat, his head beginning to pound at the information given. he tried to distract himself by thinking about school coming up soon, but he was snapped back into reality by donghyuck.

"why are you even asking me about y/n?"

mark glanced up at his childhood friend, a small whisper in his mind telling him to lie. "just curious that's all".

the lie laid bitter on his tongue, but he didn't allow for donghyuck to dwell on it, rising from the chair he's practically glued himself to. "promise me you'll never illegally drive again, the officers here look like they wanna kill me".

donghyuck rolled his eyes, tease evident in his attitude. "okay markie, promise".

mark pushed his shoulder in retaliation.

that? that was two months ago.

before the crisp autumn weather drifted through the atmosphere, before the leaves began falling to decorate the ground in orange and brown hues, mark lee had met you at the local police station. your legs crossed, pen clicking, and nose buried into your notebook.

september came and went rather quickly, the scorching heat of the summer air transforming into the russet autumn scenery which drifts into october. the temperature steadily dropping, sweaters becoming more and more common in his closet, mark can't exactly focus in class during the first few months of school.

when mark hears his name fall from his teacher's lips in pair with yours, he snaps out of an episode of disassociation, blinking up. "what?"

his teacher deadpanned, readjusting her glasses. she doesn't even seem surprised by his lack of focus anymore, his exhaustion is constantly evident. "project partners mark, you'll be paired with y/n".

mark only parts his lips in response, the words rendering him speechless. he glances around the classroom as he listens to the older woman's voice blurs into the background, catching sight of you in the far back, again scribbling into your notebook, your manner reminiscent of how you acted the first time you two met.

he stares for a while before again looking forward, his mouth going dry as he tries again to focus, but of course, he can't. his mind stays focused on you throughout the whole class, even after the endless words he lets blur away.

you spin your pen between your fingers, it's the same pen you had that day, maybe you have some sort of attachment to it or something, maybe it's your favorite pen, maybe someone special gifted that pen to you.

maybe mark's letting it all get to his head, why is he even making assumptions when he hasn't walked up to you yet?

while everyone else rushes to leave the class, mark rises from his seat and again glances over at you, slinging his back over his shoulder.

you're riveted by what you're doing in your notebook, so absorbed that you barely hear the shuffling footsteps making their way around the many desks towards yours. your lips turn down as you smudge the ink on the page, a small suck of the teeth adding to your frustration.

"um.. hi" mark whispers, watching as you glance up and pause, one click to your pen. you don't respond immediately, studying mark for a while, and mark tenses up under your gaze, sucking a breath between his teeth.

"hi".

"we uh— were partners for the project".

your smile is neutral. "i know".

mark began biting the skin off his lips, hands gripping at his backpack. "i don't know where you want to start, uh.. maybe we could go to the library?"

he's just saying what he's hoping will work. he doesn't exactly know you yet, he assumes your one off interaction at the police station left a sour taste in your mouth.

but unbeknownst to mark's anxious inner voice, you smile, not exactly a neutral one this time, a much better smile ('better' in terms of expression, your lips stretch into an aspect of satisfaction).

"that'd be nice".

mark nods, almost too enthusiastically he thinks. how embarrassing. you let out a silent yawn, oblivious to the battle mark is having in his head. "tomorrow maybe we can start?"

your smile again becomes neutral, but at least mark doesn't think you want to kill him. "yeah, tomorrow is fine".

tomorrow. tomorrow is fine.

"okay, have a good day y/n".

mark rushes out of the classroom much too fast, he feels a little terrified of you. maybe you don't exactly want to kill him, maybe you just look at everyone else in that way, maybe it won't be that bad to be paired with you.

still, mark isn't sure why his mind tells him he should stay away from you.

[ominous-feychild]

✦ Q&A WIP/OC Tag ✦

I've been pushing off doing this for a while, but omfg have I gotten a lot of tags from you guys!!! Has this been y'all's way of saying you want to ask questions??? 🤣😭

Thanks for the tags, @honeybewrites (here), @fantasy-things-and-such (here), @the-letterbox-archives (here), and I'm sorry if I've missed anyone else? 😭

Note: as I want to avoid spoilers, I may elect to not answer some questions! I apologize in advance, but I also want to allow you guys to be able to pick and choose from a larger variety of characters and topics! (In good part because it might help me work on things I haven't yet, but you didn't hear that from me. 👀)

If it makes you feel better, I can also tell you guys which questions I'm going to choose not to answer for spoiler reasons? Maybe tell me in the comments if you think that's something I should do? Idk, haha. 😅

Characters

Sun and Shadow

Freya Ula Crow the Cursed Daleira Fenastra Valyarus Fenastra Ponderosa Marlon Pesce Soren Ula Grimnir (the criminal detective) Faer

The Arcane Rifts

overview Gene (the amnesiac) Tazin (the theater kid) (pending; releases in 5 hours of reblog) Mislav (the berserker) Oska (the literal gang leader) Rieka (the badass/khonitva's healer) Adilzhan (the priest) Ludmila (the leader) Nikolai (the police captain)

last but not least, feel free to ask about Rising From the Ashes, but be warned I'll probably address them after any/all questions about the others first!!! RFtA is a project I won't be writing for a long time, but I've shared plenty about it and I'm sure people have questions!

Rising From the Ashes

Carmin Leveque Nora Beck Sammy Bardales Kieva Caron Kieran Caron Varik Caron Elazi (crown prince of Kihroin) Riaan (king of Kihroin) Roman Leveque (protector)

PLEASE LIMIT ASKS TO ONE SUBJECT AT A TIME! It's okay if you send a few different asks, I'll just be overwhelmed if there's too many questions in one! <3

Other Stuff

THE ALL-MIGHTY AND POWERFUL GODS

The Glavni Gods Zhrizn Rholvny Ertzat Bhayol Zhelevol / Spasin

The Existentials (they aren't all gay, I'm just doing multiple colors for... reasons) Fate Chaos Order (also Life) Magic Death (also... something Else?)

Axiom Freya's Nine

Magic Stuff

General Overview Magical "Sources" Existential magic Axiomatic magic Innate magic Granted magic "Fae-touched" Runic magic / Wizards Conduits Curses Faespots The Faewildes

Feel free to ask questions about worldbuilding, other characters, or anything else you've noticed that I didn't include here! In the case of characters I haven't mentioned, though, it's very possible they're spoiler-ridden or just not very important, haha.

PLEASE LIMIT ASKS TO ONE SUBJECT AT A TIME! It's okay if you send a few different asks, I'll just be overwhelmed if there's too many questions in one! <3

Tagging (with no pressure!): @the-golden-comet @darkandstormydolls @themboty and I want to hold off on tagging more just in case people have already received one! Open tags though! <3

Divider from @cafekitsune

[captainaikus]

BELLE HELLO HI HEY IM NOT DEAD OR IGNORING YOU I PROMISE!!!! I’ve just had a lot in my plate irl with school (all the work from all the classes I’m drowning rn), friends (all the nasty complicated friendship stuff), and just been so exhausted lately (I pass out as soon as I get home). NOT AN EXCUSE OFC IM SO SORRY 😭😭. I know it’s been a minute since I last interacted but how are you? How’s life? Is uni going well? How abt the gym? And you’re not overworking yourself are you? Just a reminder to take breaks and rest okay? I hope you’ve been sleeping well and have had the best breakfasts ever and that your pillow is cool every night!!! *sending virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

Starry! Promise I'm not ignoring you either - i still have so many matchup asks pending *sigh* There was a lot on my plate as well tbh - like there was just so much work to do! I've had a whole week with nothing but assignments, projects, presenting pitches etc etc that i just didn't tumblr for a while And cause of that everyone is exhausted. I was sleeping for 2 hours a day before something else came up, so yeah it was a chaotic 2 weeks for me. But apart from that, its over now so i can relax a bit - and my studies are doing well too. mini vent : Updates abt life : i started watching "the boys", been reading a lot more, and life is just... come to a standstill now that i don't have that much work left gym : its going good actually *nodding impressively* my running has gotten a lot better now I'm just focusing on eating healthy so that I can get that body that I want uni : a lot of body shaming this week, and the guy thinks that I'm going to the gym FOR him since the last whole week, not even aware that i've been going there since a long time? smh - don't apologize!! I vanished for nearly 2 weeks without any prior notice - and sometimes we need it. But apart from all this, how have you been? I hope you've been taking care of yourself too and not overworking? *sending takemitchy and mikey moments and hugs back*

[taeskooksbin]

I remember writing a drabble about taehyung last year but never posted that cause it was cringe however I would this time so buckle up sweethearts 💪👺

also the million series would take a while would take a while for getting posted alongside beguile I have many pending projects Istg ik ik😭

but I'm just too lazy to cope up AND write a new chapter (YES I DID NOT WRITE A SINGLE CHAPTER SINCE THE LAST ONE) 😭

extremely unprofessional but well warned you about this didn't I????👺🫵🏻

[syneilesis]

Rain! Thank you for tagging me 💖 Instead of @skiagrafia I'll reblog it here in my writing account :)

Started Writing:

I can't remember lmao. I do remember writing Beyblade self-insert fic a long time ago. But at the time I was more into drawing (original stories, comics) than writing, reading than writing. I didn't really write fanfic with intent until I was in college.

Started Blogging:

I too had a livejournal circa 2008, but mostly for lurking. I was a lurker for a long time (still a lurker even now), and just legitimately blogged on and off in tumblr 2011 onwards.

Followers:

I never had very many followers, just an intimate number of around 200, give or take some bots. I don't mind at all; being perceived by so many scares me lmao. I am grateful to and appreciative of those who are following me! Thank you so much 💖 and I'm sorry lmao 😂

Communication:

I'm terrible with it lol 😭 I too used to be active here, but lately I'm not much online anymore because of work (I'm going to handle a couple of research projects soon rip good luck to me) and social media stress me out. I still dip in and out every now and then. I'm pretty sure only a few remember me anymore LOL totally my fault 😂 But I'm still happy for every interaction here! I'm just ... sorry for not being around much anymore 😔 But if you tag/mention/message me I'll definitely try my best to answer! Just ... it'll probably take a while, and as long as I don't miss the notification 😂😭

Likes:

Sure. Before my hiatus I was a little more conscious about likes and reblogs on my fics, but now I am chill. It really doesn't matter to me much anymore. Of course, any likes and reblogs and comments are very much cherished! They're great motivators for me. But, well, it wouldn't be the end of the world for me if I post a fic and it only gets a couple of interactions. It's a little freeing personally, thinking like that.

Requests:

I don't do requests. I'm a slow writer, and I'd just be afraid that I couldn't accommodate them. It's also hard for me to come up with ideas and scenario that I'd be personally satisfied with even based on requested prompts. I tend to get anxious about things like this (i.e., deadlines, pending tasks, performance anxiety basically), and I'd rather avoid them 😞

Writing:

Slow, slow writer. I take weeks, months, and some even years *looks at my multichapter wips* Writing is a slog to me. I like it and hate it at the same time. Off the rare chance that I'm inspired, I write relatively fast; but 85% of the time I am a snail. A major factor is my lack of inspiration. And I can't get the right words to come out. I am meticulous with my choice of words. Prose style, language, matters to me. It's the thing that really got me into writing. Now that I have to write academically for work, RIP my prose lol For themes and tropes, I seem to write pining/longing/yearning a lot. It's delicious to write. I'm not as imaginative as other writers, so my pool of skillsets is just small. I think I'm more adventurous as a reader than a writer, and that's mainly due to lack of confidence and skills to pull them off. I can't even write a one-shot that's longer than 15k words lmao. Recently I find that I tend to work better if I write the beginnings of a fic by hand first and then continuing it on the computer. I get distracted easily when I write on the computer lol, so it helps to write on my notebook first.

Fics you're proud of:

I saw this part from other reblogs so I'll include this in mine as well! I answered something similar in the past, so here I'll choose some fics that I think I haven't mentioned before. Where Does Such Tenderness Come From. I think I wrote this relatively fast. I swear by StimuWrite! The typewriter sfx really makes me focused. I'm proud of this mostly because it's a fic that I don't mind rereading lol. I generally liked how it turned out. A Summer Affair. My first 'proper' smut fic. I agonized over the smut scene lmao but it turned out okay? Lol. if only for a moment. This is 3,600 words of pining. That's it. I actually love this fic, surprisingly, I'm genuinely proud of it.

Sorry it got so long! Tagging @misty-moth @fang-and-feather @bespectacledbun and anyone who would like to do this ✨

Behind the scenes of a Tumblr Writer - Tag Game

Hey there, I love behind the scenes and since this is something that's rarely talked about, let me start the chain... if you feel uncomfortable with a question, just skip it. You can add some if you want as well.

Started writing: I wrote my first Harry Potter fanfic at age 10. Started posting around 15,16 years old. I'm now 31, so...

Started blogging: I started on a German fanfiction site around 2010/11 I think. Might have been earlier too, but back then I was mostly reading, no posting. I really started when I got into One Direction (very late, tbh)

Followers: Currently at 961, which is wild to me. I don't even know that many people IRL. I convince myself that half of them are bots tbh, so I don't freak out all the time.

Communication: The people I talk to regularly are: a few writers who answered after I constantly reblogged and commented on their works and a few people who commented and reblogged my work. Writing and blogging on here can be pretty lonely, depending on your personality and the time you're active (I'm from Europe and a lot of my followers seem to be living in Northern America, so there's the Timezone thing) ... And I found that the best way to strike a conversation is to reblog, comment, and to not be shy. I do wish I got more asks, though....

Likes: I actually filter them out. I have 793 original posts up at the moment. It doesn't give me anything to know how many likes a fic has other than to tell me which characters are liked more than others or maybe that one fic does especially well. My activity only shows me comments, asks, reblogs with tags, and answers to my own asks. I live for the tags and the comments.

Requests: I love talking to people about ideas. That's how I started the plotbunny game because I have so many ideas and so little time. And sometimes an idea just doesn't want to be written out fully. Requests are fun because YAY, I get some mail... but then I freak out because I don't really know how to write this NOW and then I freak out because it's been a week already, two weeks, wait, two months? I'd rather have suggestions where people tell me vague things like "I'd love to read something about this side character" or "Have you ever considered this character with a soulmate trope"? because then I don't have the feeling of failing the request when I write it a little bit differently.

Writing: I am a fast writer. I know that's one of my talents. I can churn out a oneshot of 1k words in less than an hour. People read slower than I write. That can suck sometimes because you've just posted this and you want to know what people are thinking but they're not as fast as you are. I do have a lot of ideas. I want to write constantly but my brain doesn't always want to. I am trying to respect that.

There are also certain things that I just feel wrong writing. I cannot write anything suggestive (I also don't like reading it) and everything past that gives me panic attacks. I can hardly write mean characters and jealousy feels so wrong to me that I cannot write it. I've also overdone it with the soulmark trope and now I feel like everything I write about it feels lifeless.

I write best in the mornings before going to work, but I don't have much time there. I don't need special music (but it helps), but I need to have at least some energy left and at best, no distractions. But I have been writing for over 20 years, so I will say experience helps a lot.

Tagging: @revasserium @shoulmate @lemurzsquad @screamin-abt-haikyuu @toomanygoldfish @satorisoup @emmyrosee @reverie-starlight @alienaiver and @writingsofanomnivore and everyone else who wants to join