seventeen* writing discord

hey everyone! I’m zosia, and while i’m fairly new to the seventeen writing scene, i’d love to get to know some other authors!

i’ve noticed it can be a little nerve-wracking to reach out to other writers for support or to make connections—something that used to happen more naturally here. so, i decided to create a discord group for writers! my hope is that it becomes a safe, supportive space where we can encourage each other, share ideas, and hang out (you know, when we’re not procrastinating on our fics 😉).

whether you’re just starting out or have been writing for years, everyone is welcome!

a couple of quick notes:

if you’re interested, feel free to comment below or shoot me a DM for the invite link. i’d love to see you there!

it's been way too long since I've read something that completely changed me as a person

it’s kinda wild that you think you’ll never get over something and then one day you do and you don’t even realize :)

pincushion - jww

pairing: tailor!jeon wonwoo x bookbinder!reader genre: 1960's, romance, angst, fluff, smut (MDNI 18+) warnings: swearing, alcohol, smut (p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex), no use of y/n, afab reader, an overabundance of 60's references oops word count: 19.9k summary: when a newly appointed tailor stops into your shop one autumn morning, you're unaware the impact he would have on your life for better or for worse.

1963, Autumn. The small knife in hand cuts through the thin leather with relative ease, stopping at the point you’d marked with a small piece of chalk, you switch to cut the other end of the material. You eye the coffee sitting on the opposite end of your work bench, watching the steam rise from the cup that you’d barely taken a drink from. It’s only nine in the morning and you hadn’t slept well the night before, had there not been any orders to fill you would have slept in a while longer. 

With the leather finally cut into its allotted pieces you go to move to the bound paper you were trying to cover before you hear someone walk in. The chimes above the door at the front of your shop sound off with a soft resonance, the same sound that had echoed the room for years. Footsteps tread carefully into the center of your shop, you can’t eye the stranger from your closed off workshop unless you open the heavy wooden door. 

A quiet “Hello?” rings out, they sound apprehensive and unfamiliar to you. There’s a tinged worry that treads on the lone word, leaving you all the more perplexed as you set down the leather and the semicircular knife onto your workshop table and head out into the main gallery of your shop. 

“Can I help you?” Question falling from your lips as soon as you begin to push open the oak door, finding a taller man looking down at one of the fabric laden books on one of the display tables. 

lets all breathe the poisonous mausoleum air

Show - Tsukuyomi ~Moon Phase~

Song - Neko Mimi Mode

Artist - Dimitri From Paris

i will, over the course of the next few days, be parsing through previous fics and removing taeil from them. any fics in the works/in progress with him have been removed and will be reworked for other members.

magical girl moment. she ATE

slowly going to move some fics to -> pasteidolons (name also in the works) over the course of the next few weeks.

i just archived an actual ton of my works. they’ll be posted on the new account after some editing, adding of material, and rewrites.

just remembered that happiness is only an emotion and not something i can ever achieve as a permanent state no matter how many milestones reached or goals achieved it is only ever going to be an emotion that comes and goes ! No matter WHAT!

wishing you a safe return back to yourself