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*me, crawling backward into your dms like a horror creature* I am here to revive the life of random asks. Mwhaha. Tell us all a random fact about two of any of your AUs~? Any AU that has been nagging at you recently will do!

*me, greeting your twisted, eldritch approach with the warm smile and open arms of a beloved friend*

look i can answer these all day, i cannot overstate how much i miss blabbering on to questions like the single happiest labrador in the state!

first that comes to mind is the blacksmith-goddess!reader setting concerning genshin impact and our beloved troll archon: rex lapis aka zhongli. for exactly no reason, i've decided she's quite fond of seafood, favorites being (you guessed it) octopus and squid, a funny chuckle to go with zhongli's need for specifics regarding tentacles.

having lived in what is now the chasm for most of her existence, that being her territory, she doesn't have much access to it so when she has time closer to, or even in liyue harbor, she tends to go a little wild with her feasting.

(he also thinks it's kind of adorable to see such excitement in her given her general closeting of emotions and things she likes)

one day i'd like to post smth regarding that bit, it's such a fun concept and like this beautiful millenial slow burn, y'know?

and then obv on top of my head is the princess' deal dragon!satanael au because you've got that brewing once again.

in honor of a deal with dragons there's 100% going to be a magical cooking instrument that does one and only one thing that's good but not exactly ever what you're after. what it is idk yet but it'll be funny. i love some good humor.

aside from that another fact i kinda like is, again going with a slow burn feel, it takes quite a few years before reader finds out that satanael can take a human form. 'oh but rae, why not sooner??' because it's funny too, hehe. that and like, i have the scene so vivid in my head, because it's when he decides she's strong enough and built enough to finally start training her sword skills against a living opponent and he just Shows Up, Out of Nowhere, and she's got no idea who he is.

and yes, this 100% implies and proves that dragon!sat wants his princess Built TM and he'll help her put some muscles on that she'd never get as a castle royal.

#anunclassynerd #chatter

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

#chatter #ask me shit blease

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You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

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as a writer, i cannot at all stress how much easier it was to write when surrounded by a clear knowledge that it was being enjoyed. that the work was 100% worth it and was bringing joy.

when i could ask for requests and get them; when people would as questions eager for answers and very willing to pick my brain to get them; when there were reblogs with tags to let me know the reader's thoughts and comments with what they enjoyed so that i could use those for later pieces; when i could spend hours bullshitting on discord about every idea i ever had and they'd get tennis ball-ed back at me with new takes and twists.

i saw a thing recently about 'tag your favorite deleted fic' and some asshole called people who do that a special evil, because you know, falling prey to the heartbreak that nobody loves your stuff because nobody interacts with it is evil. right? depression and lack of self-confidence is 'evil' now and y'all wonder where it all goes.

i dare you to put in a whole month's worth of work, unpaid and voluntarily, and then watch it all be written off with not a single peep. now do it again, and again, and see how long before it breaks your soul because as far as you can tell nobody cares about it. not one person likes it, thinks it's worth even the smallest comment and then come back to me and call that heartbreak 'evil'. i dare you. how long before you're crying at your own desk wondering if you should wipe it all off so you stop feeling humiliated by your own perceived failure?

you want to keep your favorite authors? your favorite pieces? then do what you would do to keep anything in your life and show some appreciation and positive feedback. stop being these passive, judgemental consumers and reach out with some kindness and watch how quickly the ecosystem comes back. show your interest, ask your questions, bounce ideas, ask for discord servers and group chats, send dms and throw every loving comment you have out and maybe these things will want to stick around instead of vanishing.

it’s so frustrating (and heartbreaking) to see so many writers going on indefinite hiatus / deleting their blogs because they are not motivated to write anymore. worst of all: people would always be like ‘no why are you leaving we don’t want you to do so :(’ but they were nowhere to be seen in our notifications beforehand. the lack of support on this platform is a huge issue and it’s a shame that content consumers don’t get the hint when writers have been waving the red flag for months. please support creators by rebbloging their posts, interact with them by leaving a few tags, a comment or an ask! if you’re too shy then hit that anon button and you’re good to go. show them that their works matter and you enjoy their blog, because when the decision to leave is made, it’s already too late.

#chatter #writing #fanfic

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Persona 3 RP!

My name is Kenzie! I'm 24F and looking for a 21+ long term rp partner to write Persona 3 with me on discord. I would like to write Akihiko Sanada, and would like my partner to write Mitsuru Kirijo.

I do have a basic idea for a plot in mind, I would like to do a fake relationship, slowburn friends to lovers plot. We can definitely add in detail/flesh things out as we go, I love letting things develop naturally in rp.

I write anywhere from semi-lit to novella, I'll match your style. I do my best to respond at minimum once a week, and I'll always let you know if I'm unavailable for some reason. I love to plot and send memes/rp inspiration ooc as well, so please send me stuff! I also want my potential partners to be aware that while my normal timezone is CST/GMT-6, I will be studying abroad for four months starting in March and will be in GMT+9 until late June!

Please message me on discord at mumblecrust2371 if interested!

#persona 3 #chatter #she's good and a good pal #she'll be a fun rp partner

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They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.

#chatter #also this makes me very tempted to delete this blog #because i don't want these fuckers to have my shit

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i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year

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holy shit i missed this almost three weeks ago? this ratchet ass thing is first grade age

geez

#6 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

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Snippet #79

It's wild, the thought of being someplace so far from home, but you can't deny at all that this isn't anything like what you know. Flowers aren't the size of trees, and the dew doesn't glow with starlight. To be honest with yourself, you're still not sure this isn't an extremely lucid dream caused by you getting sick and your fever half-drugging you here in your sleep.

But then, you have to ask who the man leading you on is based on, because you are certain if you'd seen a guy this handsome it would have earned a solid look on your part. He's definitely not background actor material, that's for sure. Except if this isn't a dream, then, how much wilder is the world that you could slip into a place like this? It isn't like you wandered far off, and it was a normal park you've visited to time and time again, especially when your mood was as cracked as it was earlier.

It's not until you accidentally run into your guide that you realize he's stopped at all, and that shakes you right out of your head. "Oh shit, sorry!" you blurt out, taking two steps back to try and regain a polite sense of distance, only to realize he'd turned to face you.

All he does is chuckle, waving a hand to dismiss your concerns. "No fret. I was simply concerned that you had stopped answering, and worried you were harmed. Is something remiss?"

"Well..." What do you say to that? You're not sure things are okay at all. But the man, who's name you remember now is Raoul, is patient, clearly hoping you'll provide some answer but not going to pressure you. Still, something in you feels like that's a dangerous thing to do. "Not really? I'm just still lost as to how all this happened, I suppose. It's not like you wake up somewhere you've never seen before on the daily, you know?"

#snippet #persona 5 #raoul #reader insert #alternate universe #wonderland au

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Also, for those of you showing up after the possible Snow White/Fairytale!AU Mikey stuff (is that really what it's gonna be??? who knows i've written stranger; that baskin robbins joke isn't a lie) if you want more crack fic with said slasher I do have this around where the masked moron learns that not all chocolate is catered to his six year old tastes. It also has a possible sequel sitting somewhere on the stove I was Not Lying about him eyeing that cocoa powder like an idiot.

#chatter #also if anyone wants to hear about an actual possible 22 chapter piece with him do scream at me #i really do eventually want to write that because if it plays out like i dream it will it'll be horrifying #mr carpenter hire me i am so good i could be famous

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Snippet #78

OKAY SO DON'T @ ME FOR COMING BACK OUT OF NOWHERE FOR THIS JUST @enigma-system AND ENJOY THIS PIC THAT TURNED INTO CRACK THOUGHTS. BLEASE GO AND LIKE AND REBLOG HER LOVELY PIECE. DON'T ASK WHY THE ONLY TWO THINGS I'VE WRITTEN THIS YEAR ARE DUMMY MICHAEL MYERS STUFF AND WHY HE'S THE ONLY ONE WITH A FULL DOCUMENT SCAFFOLD FOR A POSSIBLE HORROR PIECE SITTING IN MY FOLDERS THESE DAYS.

Once upon a time, ages past, a princess fair as snow once ran into this forest to escape her cruel and jealous stepmother upon the death of her father. Here, she found community with a family of dwarven brothers, maintainers of a local mine. All the same, it took little time for her to be located by the queen. The wicked woman poisoned the runaway, who was soon thought of as dead and placed in a glass mausoleum to mourn by the brothers who'd come to think of her as their own sister. A prince, on a royal hunt from his side of the forest, came across the coffin and thinking the princess lovely beyond measure asked to give her body a kiss (a strange request you admit, but perhaps this is that weird warping of history...) only for said kiss to bring the young woman back to life.

These days things tend to go a little different. Sure, princesses and the occasional prince come running out every couple of generations, but their reasons are far more varied. Sometimes, yes, still a step-parent overstepping their bounds, or sometimes a betrothal they simply cannot accept; one time even it was a wild tale of being cursed into the form of an ogre under the full moon. It's not a common event, but the contract of the forest always dictates someone here, in this specific cottage in this specific clearing to welcome them with open arms.

The dwarven family sold it ages ago, when the mine closed. After that it was a witch who held it for several centuries, calling it a 'lovely escape from the city life'. She sold it to a young elf couple who kept it for a few more, passing it on to their son when they decided to move. On and on both this cottage, the clearing it sits in, and to some degree the forest itself has passed from one owner to the next, currently resting calmly in your hands.

Now, exactly how you got it is a story for another day, for it is long and complicated, but suffice to say nobody is willing to play poker with you again after you've had even a single shot of dragonshine. Still, you're pleased with this quiet life. Hunting isn't hard here and the ground is quite fertile, plus, what you cannot catch or grow isn't hard to bring back from the castle city in a day's trip. Thankfully, for the most part you and your lands are left alone, barring one responsibility.

No one's quite sure when, or why, said magic was placed here, but there is no doubt it holds the forest tightly. It is what leads the previous runaways to this very cottage and what holds the specific duties to receive them kindly onto the owner of the cottage. Thankfully, it is never an eternal state, the provision is only until whatever fate the runaway has comes to collect them. You aren't exactly sure what happens to those who fail this job, especially when it's outright signed into a contract sitting in the home upon first entry, but you're in no hurry to find out.

Not that you're concerned. This is a rather rare event and it was the mentor to the wizard you won this place from who most recently fulfilled the task. Nobody's had to deal with a runaway so soon after another so as far as you are aware, you've got nothing to worry about. You get a peaceful life in a lovely setting, kept protected by the magic imbued into the land you live on. Which is understandably why when you return from your monthly trip to the city to bring back a cart of varied goods to help keep your home stocked full to a body laying unconscious in front of your door you scream.

That's a dead lump of a man right there in front of your house!

Terrified and no longer caring the slightest about the cart behind you, you can't help but creep closer to the bloodied body, though you keep an honest distance between it and yourself all the same. The body is large, tall, and certainly well-built; whoever it was could definitely throw a full tree log like a stick, that's for sure. Black boots, dark blue pants and a torn white shirt are both splattered with blood as is... his face?

Is that his face!?

No... no that isn't at all his face. That's a mask, a dirty, white mask that covers the body's whole head, with an eerie, blank 'expression'. As if a dead guy, covered in blood with a knife next to him isn't already horrifying, now he's one of those freaks who hides his whole face on top of that.

Where did he even come from? There were no footprints on the path you followed home, and you don't see anything torn up from this vantage point, no trails of blood leading towards your door. Did he drop out of the sky? No, there's no sign of broken branches or hole in the crown of trees. Then, perhaps appear out of nowhere? What kind of spell would send him here of all places to send a dead man?

'Lips red as the rose, hair black as ebony, skin as white as snow...'

It's when you scan over the body once again that two things hit the corners of your brain in perfect synchronicity. First, and probably foremost, is that the body is breathing. The man is alive. Despite what got him here, it hadn't killed him. However, the second thought feels even more damning than the first: the set of conditions that, for some entirely unspecified reason, all the runaways destined to this clearing have.

Red lips. Black hair. White skin.

You stand there, mind as blank as the mask you stare into, fingers steepled against each other with your hands in front of your face, pressing against your nose and lips. This is certainly a predicament. You are fully aware of the contract you signed when you bought this place, but you also have to admit you never considered that you'd run into anything regarding paragraphs four or seventeen. Much less anything as strange as the body laying in front of you.

Does...?

Does this guy even count?

Like, really? Does a mask covering a whole head count as 'Skin white as snow'? Yeah, it's white alright, under all that grime, but that's not exactly skin... you hope. But then from what you catch around his neck the man is pretty pale. How often does he wear that mask? Has he ever taken it off? Either way he's not quite as white as a winter's day.

And then there's 'Lips red as rose'. Red lips is one thing, but does blood covering the bottom half of his 'face' count? But what would make that any different from any other kind of substance used to paint a person's lips? Nobody's out there with lips that naturally vibrant, that's for sure, so it's clearly leaving this part open to full interpretation. Whether you like it or not, it seems blood counts.

Which only leaves 'Hair black as ebony', but that seems to track a lot stronger. The miserable mop of tangled hair the man has is definitely a solid black. Could certainly use a wash, though, even if it is fake and tied only to the mask. You could put a proper bet on the last time that hair has even seen an honest cleaning being several years ago.

Part of you, a loud and raucous part, says there's no way this would fulfill anything more than one of the various marks to check off. That isn't his skin, his lips, or his hair. Heck, you don't even know if he's royal, on top of all the other inconsistencies. The most you could kind of say is the guy is probably rather pale, based on the skin around his neck and arms, but that's hardly snow-level white. That's its own level of never going outside nobility. The hair isn't his and you're not willing now to take the mask off and find out what color the man's actual hair is; that would require getting close to him and even unconscious you don't think he's safe to be near. You'll thank the blood splattered across the mask, his arm, and the knife laying on the ground next to him for that.

However, another part of you knows damn well how fae magic works and it was certainly a fairy of some kind who cast the magic over the forest and the cottage. It would undeniably be somehow both vague and specific enough for such an impossible case to count, and the question then turns into if you're willing to gamble against your contract. Knowing this man, technically, hits all three boxes of what everyone living here has always had to watch out for when it comes to runaways, do you feel clever enough to beat a fae's spell in linguistics?

...

Damn it...

It's with a heavy sigh that you cautiously step forward, not willing to startle the man if he wakes under the assumption he'd react the same way a wild animal would. Damn it all to hell. The answer quickly turns to 'no, you aren't going to bet against a fairy's way with words' because you know better than that. If it can be loopholed into counting you best assume it counts, bloody knife and all, and you refuse to be the first idiot to break the magical contract.

Plus, didn't it say something about keeping the owner safe? Or did you not read that contract nearly as well as you should have...

First thing's first and you kick the knife away, into some nearby bushes. You do not want the man to wake up and be armed, not that you think this keeps you any safer. Those arms are pythons and you're pretty sure he could wring you out like a wet rag. But at least you won't be stabbed. It's a thin reassurance but it's better than nothing at all.

Carefully, you step around the man's body with dainty steps until you get to the door to your cottage. You're quite sure he's completely unconscious and not going to wake up soon, if at all, but you've already decided that you're not a gambler. There's no reason to stomp around him and risk waking him up sooner than he needs to be conscious.

Which comes back to bite you with the door unlocked and open. Just how, exactly, are you meant to get him inside? He's no small feat and isn't a lightweight. You definitely won't be getting him upstairs to an actual bed, either. The most you'll accomplish there is bringing down some pillows and blankets, but that would still be better than leaving the poor guy outside here on stone and dirt.

It will all work out in the end anyway, right?

You take a few deep breaths and hope that your body is still limber and strong enough from the trip back up from the castle city to pull this stunt off. You figure if you get a good grip under the man's arms then you can probably drag him inside without too much trouble, and so that's how you start off. Carefully you squat down, weaseling your hands under his arms. It's hard, that's for sure, and you weren't wrong when you figured he was going to be heavy.

Still, you're not going to give up. It takes some work and you've got to lean over the man some to get a proper grip, now kneeling down to not strain your back too badly. The first pull is fruitless, convincing you to tighten your grip and grit your teeth for the second, which succeeds, however little. Progress is progress you tell yourself, even when you look down, from the eyes examining you to his feet in trying to determine how much mo-

Eyes?

Your attention snaps back to the man's masked face and you come to the realization you weren't at all seeing things not there. A blank, frigid gaze meets your own, staring right through your soul.

He's awake.

#snippet #halloween movie #michael myers #reader insert

[dragonsinkwell]

Hihi, Rae! I'm here to ask you the following: #1, #4, #8, #11, #12, #14, #20, #21, and #23, please and thank you! Cheers, hon! ☕

Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

I can't say I prefer one or the other, I just rarely have the drive these days to consider a multi-chapter. My heart's a little dim because the audience is so quiet that I don't even know who I'm writing for, and why bake a cake when there's no one to eat it? But I wish I could and had written more chaptered pieces over all my little one-shots.

Link your three favorite fics right now

Control - by you, b/c it slaps and it's never leaving my top 3

A Warlock's Magic by @aunclassynerd b/c it also slaps and has sat in my head recently

distraction - by one flintstrike on Ao3 (@suguwu) and damn, got me thinking Things for the first character in a while to have me thinking

How does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

Honestly??? It's not like no feedback sends me into some spiral but like, go out and make things you think are nice and take some considerable work and have no one bat an eye at any of them. Do it for days, weeks, months. It's hard and it's not very fun any more. I can just daydream my ideas to myself with no effort at all, it's not as much but why bust ass for something that honestly feels unwanted?

Everyone talks about that 'two cakes' comic but like, what good is a cake when no one wants it? I can go buy a cupcake at the store instead and not have to clean up a whole bunch of dishes if it's just myself. No one ever giving back feedback just sounds like the work's not worth it and I'm best just daydreaming and giggling on Discord with the two people tops who have any interest in it.

If you want cakes, then you have to buy them and convince the baker that the work is worth it for them, and all it costs is a little feedback from enough people, aka entirely free.

How do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

It's hard to explain, I feel. In the age old 'Architect/Gardener' split I'm at least 90% gardener and just sorta... let things happen. I let the story speak to me, let the characters act as they would and I simply polish up what is given to me by the muse.

I can't say I directly feel what the characters do, but I know the feelings are there in most every case in one way or another, and I try to draw on those to help ensure some level of empathetic accuracy, so that the readers can feel at least some of what I hope to convey.

Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

I can't say that I have? But then I also don't super re-read a ton of my own pieces, either, so perhaps therein lies the issue.

Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

Oh my gosh yes. I know I tried here once, many moons ago for a Spooktober collab, and I'd so gladly try again. I'm one to really love working with people, even just as someone to bounce ideas around with.

Best writing advice for other writers?

Find yourself an honest audience. Obviously, you ought to be in it as Numero Uno, but the outside voices help more than you know, especially if you want to improve. Find yourself co-conspirators who can give honest critique in the voice that helps you the most, people who can point out what your style is lacking and needs, where its slips are, but also what it has to its benefits, what your strengths are and where you're hitting all your home runs.

Critique isn't always this list of failures, it ought to also be laced with its praises too, so you can compare the two and see, yes, what you need to improve upon, but also where you're ahead of the game. It's good company for that, people who can give you both while enjoying your work that are worth more than their weight in gold.

#chatter #thehuggamugcafe #thank you for asking dearie

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Get to know your fic writer!

Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Do you like constructive criticism?

Do you have your work beta'd? How important is this to your process?

How do you choose which POV to write from?

Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

Do you comment on stories you read?

Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

Link your three favorite fics right now

how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

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

how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

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Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

Best writing advice for other writers?

Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

On average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

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Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

Do you want to be published some day?

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

What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain? 

How do you write kissing scenes?

How do you choose where to end a chapter?

Would you ever write commissions?

Share a snippet from a WIP

If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

What mistakes do you keep making no matter how many times your beta corrects you?

Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

What do you look for in a beta?

Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

How long is your longest fic?

What’s your total AO3 word count?

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished? 

What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc) 

Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like?

Why do you continue writing fics?

Thoughts on cliffhangers?

Something you hate to see in smut.

Something you love to see in smut.

Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

How do you deal with writing pressure (ie. pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc.)?

Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

What work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

What order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

What scene in [Fanfic Name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it? 

Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of [Fanfic Name]? 

Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter? 

#chatter #anyone still around here any more?

[dragonsinkwell]

I know I haven't been around much as a writer but like, knowing now that Staff is talking about adding a full-on algorithm I'm trying to decide if I need to start planning a bail plan.

If I had a Discord server specifically for this, maybe teamed up with a pal who writes similar stuff, would y'all care? Would you join? You'd definitely hear more giggling from me I tell you what.

#chatter

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StarLightNova has the right idea. Fell in love with Minato as well and I am in so much pain.

Actually, do you think you’ll ever write for Persona 3? Just curious.

I have written for P3 before, actually. Not much, mostly because next to no one ever requested it and I never really had someone to bounce ideas about it with since no one I've been around has been super into P3.

As for if I'll write for it in the future, honestly I don't know if I even want to try writing again because, well, I don't have anyone to bounce ideas with. Nobody's particularly interested and that's disheartening to be honest with you.

I might, I might not. It really depends on if I can find a heart for it again. But if I manage it, P3 would be on the menu if I could find ideas for it.

#chatter #anonymous

[dragonsinkwell]

I recently got into Persona 3 and I have been crying for the past few days. Why does Minato/Makoto have to die??? I fell in love so fast just to have my heart broken ;w;

Ah, the finest of the Persona series.

Honestly, I could go on a full rant on why we were 100% destined to have Minato give himself up the way he did from the opening cutscene if I had the energy for it, and it remains such a masterful play every time you go back through the game. It stays just as heavy, too, always feeling like an actual sacrifice you have to make to achieve the goal.

On a funnier note, it's because if he lived then the issues of P4 and P5 would be too scared to move because Minato is just that strong. They'd know they didn't have any chance ever, he'd come whoop their asses.

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[dragonsinkwell]

rae my love!! i gotta know, ✨🌿🍭

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

I'm torn desperately between Not What You Want/Exactly What You Need, that P5 Dealmaker!AU piece which sometimes I still kick around in my empty skull and wish I could do more with, and Ward of the Mountain, a P5 dragon!AU bit made both for a friend and a nostalgic love to a book from my childhood. Those two doing worse than most of my stuff was really hard on my passion for them, truth be told.

🌿how does creating make you feel?

On my better days it's one of the best things I've ever felt in my life. There's nothing quite like making something, especially when you can believe other people will enjoy it too. As a baker also, it's exactly that feeling when people eat your stuff and smile. Unfortunately, when people don't eat your stuff, or do and don't smile, that feeling carries over too, so creating can feel bad sometimes, when it doesn't go well or the way I hope it would.

🍭why did you start writing?

No idea! I started at like... childhood. I was middle school at best when I can remember picking up the pen, started day dreaming even earlier than that. I've always 'wanted' to write. The words sit there, somewhere, and they've sought a way out the whole time. I couldn't give a specific reason for 'why', however, only that the desire's been there.

#chatter #theashfallx #thank you too dearie~