I'm Telling You This Because I'm Struggling With It, Too.

i'm telling you this because i'm struggling with it, too.

stop second guessing and doubting yourself. stop getting imposter syndrome while writing. stop comparing.

i know it's hard to stop, and this is a process i always struggle with. but it's awful when you get tunnel vision, seeing all the plot holes and every little grammatical error made. i open my wip's sometimes, and get such bad anxiety that i can't even write, because i'm so scared. it literally doesn't make sense, but it happens.

but learn to love what you write. grow attached to your characters, and write whatever you want. write for yourself first. and no matter what, whether it's one word or sentence that you wrote that day, be proud of yourself.

self validation and self care comes before a completed novel or mesmerizing characters.

<3

😂 I was craving a kimchi soup when I sent in the ask, too.

The fact that I mess with all three makes me so confused when I'm writing. The past and present tense also messed me up SO much. I never thought I'd be stuck choosing which tense but I found myself switching throughout the first draft, and ahhh it's driving me insane haha.

LMAOOO we love family roasts, poor Sephris HAHAHHA

OH MY GOSHH that would be the ultimate comfort scene, I'd melt. If you ever write it, feel free to mention me (if you want to put it up as a snippet, of course).

Thank you for answering xx

immediately: KIMCHI SOUP

but also Beer Cheese Soup & Chicken Noodle Soup <33

lmao why did this make me laugh so hard 😂

Kimchi Soup: Do you write best in first, second, or third POV?

I think I'm probably equal when it comes to first and third (I don't mess around with second!), but since I feel it gives me the most latitude, I prefer third the most!

Beer Cheese Soup: A scene from your wip that made you laugh.

When sweet, sweet Merity meets Laesia for the first time when coming over for dinner and immediately starts dunking on her future brother-in-law:

“Sephris told you my family runs the bakery in town, didn't he?” Merity asked Laesia. “Whenever we have leftovers from the week, I’ll save some for him. Poor boy can’t bake for his life; he would have to spend a fortune on all his bread if not for me.”

“Boy?” Sephris repeated. “Look who’s talking! A whole two years younger than me, you are!”

“Not as if anyone would be able to tell from how you act,” Merity replied back. “Really, don't think I've forgotten the day Fendley gave you that walloping by the lake and you came to me crying to bandage you up.”

“All right, let’s not get hasty,” Sephris cut in. “And that was near fifteen years ago, I’ll remind you. No need to go rehashing family history in front of a former princess, thank you very much.”

Chicken Noodle Soup: Your favorite hurt/comfort scene

Okay I haven't written it yet, but I'm thinking it might end up being when Sephris ends up catching the yearly fever and Laesia has to nurse him back to health 🤭

tysm dear 🥺

I'm at the soup store 🍲

@tc-doherty

wowow, you're actually making me reconsider re-reading Frankenstein just to see your take on it, i'll have to try it sometime !!

oooh yes! i'm also really iffy with sharing first drafts that are incomplete, because I never know how my story can change. I think the snippets and teasers are a great idea though! there are tag list games and ask questions you can also participate in, giving readers insight into your world without posting lines of your excerpt haha.

I agree! writblr is a gift to us all.

PANTSING >>>

okay I actually HAVE to have an outline before writing, because I need a general direction. but I never follow it, so...

*sighs*

me, desperate for some writer friends/mutuals

hi everyone!

this is just a post where writers get to know writers, and hopefully through reblogs/comments we can find more people who not only read/write our genre, but just people who have similarities with us.

it’s kind of a simple “get to know me” post, and anyone can join <3

feel free to tag your mutuals and reblog !!

name: genres you like to write in: genres you like to read in + fav books/media: favorite line from your current wip:

name: ave

genres you like to write in: currently writing contemporary (ya/romcom/romance, give me them ALL), but I also like to dabble in fantasy!

genres you like to read in + fav books/media: i’ll consume literally anything haha. Fantasy, mystery, historical fiction, romance, young adult, you name it. I’m awful with horror, though ;-;

percy jackson (MY CHILDHOOD), harry potter (OBVIOUSLY), Better Than the Movies, From Lukov with Love, The Love Hypothesis, These Violent Delights, the list goes on…

favorite or latest line from your current wip: [latest line, because what a mood- from Destination Seoul] Ha. Per usual, the universe hates me.

I'm like legit an easy crier though...

i mean i read the blurb and thought I'd cry

*aggressively tracks down tissues to store whenever i tackle this book*

time to get the tissues ready because i'm starting april's book club pick (by me actually) you've reached sam... i'm not ready

words of affirmation [jungkook x reader]

drabble count: 4

if you want to be tagged for future works masterlist of all works previous | next drabble

taglist: @noooodlllleeee @hadhafang

summary: You always thought you weren't enough, insecurity getting the best of you. Yet, all Jungkook wants to do is leave you in his embrace-so that it's you and him against the world.

pairing: jungkook x reader

chapter tags/warnings: angst, self-depricating thoughts, fluff

a/n: hello hello! welcome to my second jungkook drabble, though this is a little shorter than others. i love writing drabbles based on prompts, so if you want one, please don't hesitate to ask/submit on my page. thanks so much for reading! you can also buy me a ko-fi <3

Jungkook despises families. Correction: yours. Not his. No, his family is nice and pleasant, the atmosphere always filled with laughter and teasing. It’s yours he hated.

Your parents barely even sees you as a human being—more like a bank account—pouring their love onto your brother instead of you. The constant criticism your mother spat through the phone, loud enough that even he overheard it on several occasion, are words that you shouldn’t say to anyone, much less you. Every time he sees your mother calling, he wants to rip the phone away from you, and tuck you in his embrace. But he restrains himself. Barely. 

Like now. 

“Why don’t you give money to your brother? Do you not even care for him?” Your mother says, and he balls his hands into fists, chin on your shoulder as he eavesdrops. 

“I give money to you for you to give it to him,” you say quietly. “And frankly, it’s money I earned.”

“Your brother wants—”

“I’m not his mother. I’ve always asked for something, and you loved telling me no. Why can’t it be the same for him?”

Both of you know the answer: because he’s a boy. Jungkook’s heart aches for you when you wince at the string of curses your mother yells at you, along with the You’re so ungrateful, and the Why did I even raise you if you’re going to be this way. He also knows that in a few seconds, your mother will amend it with a I’m just worried about you, and you’ll reluctantly give her your money, holding back your tears. 

He doesn’t need to visit the family to see the dynamic. It’s evident in the way that every time he tries to buy you something or give you a gift, you shake your head and soon—reluctantly—accept it. Sometimes, you’d stare at a dress or a desktop, scrolling through and waiting for the prices to go down. 

Your mother didn’t give you anything. And you learned not to ask, thinking it would overstep people’s boundaries. 

The more she talks, the more your face falls, and he can’t take it anymore. Without hesitance, he presses the red button that’ll end the call and buries his face in the crook of your neck, pulling you forward so that you’re sitting on his lap. 

“She's going to give you hell for that,” you whisper.

“Don’t care. I have no intentions of meeting her, anyways.” He brushes a hair from your eyes. “I don’t want to meet someone who treats you like crap—when you’re the furthest thing away from it.”

It’s also clear that you’re not used to compliments, because you press your lips together and your eyes well with tears. 

“Oh, baby,” he croons, and you release a sob, slapping your hand over your mouth. The tears betray the composure you’re struggling to maintain, streaming down your cheeks. Jungkook places his mouth on your forehead. It’s like someone’s choking him, making him unable to breathe. The hurt you experience every time a member of your family calls drives him insane, knowing that he’s helpless and can’t fix the issue. 

Fuck. Can’t they see that you’re struggling to even love yourself? They should be praising you, except they’re doing the exact opposite. 

“I love you,” he whispers. “You’re my favorite person in the world, you know that?”

“You don’t need to say that, Jungkook,” you choke out. “I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not.” The words are harsh. “And you shouldn’t be, with how they’re treating you. But you have to know that you’re better than that—than them. You deserve all the love I have in the world. You’re smart. You’re worth it. You’re mine. I love waking up and knowing that I’m yours, knowing that I get to spend quality time with you—”

And he falters, watching the disbelief on your face. Jungkook’s lips grazes yours.

“Everything about you is perfect, baby. Don’t ever doubt yourself.”

“I wish—” You swallow. “I wish I knew you earlier.”

In high school, you’re talking about.  He wishes he did, too. Going back in time and giving you confidence and loving you before any assholes did would be the perfect fix. Though neither of you can turn back time, he murmurs his agreement.

“I love you. Now and forever.”

“Forever,” you echo, a small smile on your lips. The tears are still falling, and he understands that you’re overwhelmed. 

And as you snuggle with him, he’s honored that you can be this comfortable with him to show your vulnerable side. Grateful that he’s the one taking care of you, instead of someone else. Blessed, to call you his. 

STOP THAT WAS GOING TO BE MY TBR AND I'M SO SCARED TO CRY

time to get the tissues ready because i'm starting april's book club pick (by me actually) you've reached sam... i'm not ready