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author who writes for fun x reader who's dying for something new
enemies, but lovers
*explains everything simply but in detail* x "..huh ?"
mute/rarely talks x never shuts up
takes care if siblings a lot x doesnt know how to handle kids
enemy goes to mc for help bc they didnt know what else to do
insanely fucked up woman that no one actually suspects x "what the fuck did you do to him ?!" only one who knows about it guy
academic rivals
found family ofc
*literally has a knife to their throat* "wait, youre kinda cute"
– More than royalty
"Every time I see you again I feel more alone. You're always changing nowadays." "I tried to change for the better, you know, for– for you"
– Song of lost secrets
"What the hell are you so busy with now anyways that i cant be a part of it?"
– song of lost secrets
"It's just me, you can talk to me. Please come out."
– More than royalty
"how lucky are we to meet twice now in the same spot?"
okay yes kaz doesn't care about anything blah blah blah but have you ever considered that he remembers absolutely everything and not only the stuff he can one day use against the people in his life. he remembers how jesper puts cinnamon into his coffee so it doesn't keep him awake all day so kaz keeps cinnamon sticks behind the bar at the crow club for him. he remembers how wylan tucks flowers into his messenger bag so he waits beside a flower patch when they meet to discuss demo plans. he remembers how nina hates how her only pair of boots dig into her heels so he leaves a new pair on her bed without a word. he remembers how matthias is soothed at the sound of bird chirping so he tells him to walk down by the east harbor for "no other reason" than to "pick up a shipment" and NOT because seagulls and ospreys cluster there. and yes. his wife. inej. he remembers how pious and devote she is so he carves symbols of the saints into the wood of her ship with his knife to remind her he adores her faith despite all that he's said before and he would remember even in death how her raven hair flows down her back and how her nimble fingers stroke around her whiskey glass because he loves her GODDAMNIT.
I love being a writer because it forces me to understand and build the mind of someone who grew up, thinks, and acts so much differently from me
Just remembered how many things need to happen in my story in order for it to be a full novel. I am no longer having a good day
I don't think many people realize how much they've been turned into a bunch of casually cynical jerks.
Someone may come to their parents and say "I want to write a book" and their parents will say "it's really hard to get published".
Someone might confide in their sibling and say "I want to sell my art on "x" platform" and that sibling will say "do you know how many people you'd be competing with? Do you know how many shops are even on that platform?"
I know a kid who once told his best friend "I think I wanna start a dnd podcast" and the friend was like "do you know what the word "oversaturation" means?"
Personally, I don't know why any of that matters? And even if it did, perhaps your response should be "Do it! Do it and see where it goes!"
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