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faeriexqueen · 1 year

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Fanfic ask: 💔 😅 🎶 🍷 🤲🏻 & 🥰

AAA thank you for sending these!! ^o^

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Not necessarily — but I feel like when I write fics, I’m usually trying to cure my own heartache (especially if writing for DGM, because woosh, canon hurts enough XD). There are definitely scenes that have broken my heart (Alma waking up at the end of The Chime of a Crystalline Flower and questioning if Kanda was real definitely broke me). I haven’t finished writing it, but I do think the ending of Songbirds in Winter is going to be a knife to the heart. There’s definitely going to be a tragic element to how things play out between many of the characters, so that might be the fic to do it. >.<

😅 What’s a story or scene you’ve created that you’re a smidge embarrassed exists?

Somehow I felt it in my bones this would be asked if anyone sent me anything. XD So, I do have some things I’m really embarrassed about but I actually haven’t posted them all to my AO3. >.> Some of my really kinky things I just haven’t mustered the courage to post, but maybe one day. :3 (Tbh, I have some ideas for fics with the sex pollen trope, but aaaa. I need to be braver. LOL.) HOWEVER, as I work on some scenes for Songbirds in Winter, some spicy bits have definitely made me blush. X3 In terms of what I have shared, the one thing that probably embarrassed me the most is making Alma a webcam model in my Lavi x Alma fic, A Chance Encounter. Otherwise, maybe some of my older fics because ayeeee, my grammar and sentence structure when I started writing was not it. XD

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Sometimes! Depending on what I’m writing, I might listen to something on a loop or opt for silence, but generally if I listen to anything while writing, it’ll be instrumental/without lyrics. Since I’m working on Songbirds in Winter and it’s a Romeo and Juliet AU, I’ve been listening to Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet score. (Specifically, I’ve been listening to the Balcony Scene/Love Dance and Juliet’s Funeral/Death — the last 3 minutes of the latter piece probably encompass the mood of the story the most and where it’s heading, so it’s been something I’ve been returning to a lot lately.

🍷 Do you drink and write?

I did a few times in the past, but not so much anymore! Mostly because I haven’t been drinking wine much anymore lately. Every once in a while I might, but I tend to drink a lot of tea to help me focus. :3

🤲🏻 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Absolutely! The following is from (surprise) Songbirds in Winter for a chapter I’m currently working on. >.> A little spice to tickle your fancy. <3 ~~~ Breaths rapid. Body trembling. He was below him, eyes clouded and lips parted with flushed skin. “T—Tyki,” he pleaded, voice quivering with need. “Tyki, please, please—" The memory did not even play out in full, a shudder threatening to ripple through Tyki’s body. Still lying on his back, he ran his hands over his face. Did he need a smoke? He had snuck one before dinner, but felt a little on edge, need and want creeping into his veins like a poison slowly spreading. He just couldn’t stop thinking. He couldn’t stop thinking about Alma. He opened his eyes, Tyki sitting up. He felt unusually riled, his energy restless, the alpha standing as he walked over to a coat hanger in the corner of his room, his worn, older cloak that he normally used still hanging up. Without a second thought, Tyki snatched it, taking it back to the bed as he sat on the edge. Bringing the fabric to his face, he inhaled. The scent was mostly his own musk mixed with the remnants of nicotine, but faintly there was another scent — a little light, more floral. Alma’s scent. It was nowhere near enough, the residual scent minimal. A twinge of frustration brimmed within Tyki, a small part of himself wishing that Alma’s scent had lingered longer. He had noticed Alma’s scent before when their paths had crossed, but last night… Heat seeped low into his gut, Tyki’s pulse quickening. The restless energy inside him continued to fester, the alpha shifting his body on the bed. Still holding his cloak close, he inhaled once more, trying to savor what remained of Alma — flowers and sugared pomegranates, spring amongst winter.

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

Always! Always!!! Whether it’s a WIP or a fic I wrote years ago — it always makes me happy to hear from readers, and I really appreciate it when readers want to reach out. (I also love it when readers have questions/theories? It’s really fun to hear what others are taking from reading my fics, and I’m always happy to answer comments/asks/messages. <3 )

Fanfic Emoji Asks.

#fanfic emoji ask #asks #ask meme #fanfiction #writing #answers #kitty-bandit #thank you for asking!!#I wanted to answer soon but the snippet is something I was working on last night >.>

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letspleasuretogether · 7 years

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oh my god, some of those prompt lines are cracking me up. Could you maybe do #2 for poker pair, if you're not too busy? I love your writing

Drabble Requests are open!!!

Hey, there Anon! I hope you like this one. I think of all the poker pair drabbles I’ve done, this one is the best yet. :3c

#2 “I think the gesture was nice, but I’m allergic.”

Tyki had planned everything out for days. Fuck, it might’ve been weeks—his mind had been nothing but mush since he started dating Allen Walker. At this point, he wasn’t quite sure he could trust his own perception of time.Allen never asked for anything, nor did he give Tyki any hints as to what he might want for Valentine’s Day. Of course, he knew it was a bullshit holiday, and that Allen wasn’t expecting anything for it, but that’s why he needed to make it extravagant. If nothing else, the surprised look on Allen’s face would be worth it.

So, he got it all: Balloons, candy, a romantic card with sappy fucking poetry spilling over every inch of the paper, stupid stuffed toys created with nothing but pink and red fabric with little hearts all over them, and (last but not least) flowers.Not just any flowers, mind you, but two dozen beautiful red roses. The Cadillac of flowers. The flower that literally meant love. The flower that screamed romance and sex and passion and lust and love all rolled into delicate red petals and thorny green stems.He had it all. Now, all he had to do was wait.Allen had given him the key to his apartment a few days ago, so naturally, Tyki had to capitalize on his good fortune. He brought all of the gifts (it took three trips for him to haul everything upstairs) and set them up in Allen’s living room—where he would see it all as soon as he opened the door. Tyki placed each item around the room, and left the flowers, chocolate, and card on the coffee table in plain view. He even lit a few candles and dimmed the lights to get that perfect romantic ambiance.He was so getting laid tonight.Tyki sat there for nearly and hour after he’d completed preparations. Anxiously, he paced around the apartment, waiting for Allen to return. Finally, when he heard the tell-tale jingle of keys in the lock and the turn of the doorknob, Tyki’s heart leaped into his throat. This was it!Allen opened the door, freezing when he noticed the decorations. His jaw hung open and he dropped his bag on the floor.“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Tyki said, sliding up next to Allen and kissing his cheek. “How do you like your presents?”“I—” Allen cut himself off with a loud sneeze, the likes of which Tyki though could’ve blown the windows out in the apartment.Tyki jumped back, eyes wide as Allen continued to sneeze over and over and over again. “Uh, are you okay?”When Allen managed to get a breath in, he looked over at Tyki with watery, red eyes. “Are those roses?”Raising an eyebrow, Tyki nodded. “Yeah…”“I think the gesture was nice, but—” Allen let loose another loud sneeze, and another—and the pictures on the walls shook from the force of it. He wiped at his eyes and sniffled once the second wave of sneezes had passed. “I’m allergic.”Tyki sighed, the weight of realization hitting him like a hammer to the back of he head. “Fuck. Sorry—I should’ve asked.”Allen waved him off, still smiling even as his eyes watered and his nose ran like a faucet. “It’s not a big deal. You couldn’t have known. But could you…?” He pointed to the beautiful array of roses sitting pretty on the coffee table.Tyki nodded and grabbed them without a second thought. “Of course.” He walked to the nearest window and tossed the lot of them outside. They heard the vase crash against the sidewalk before Tyki shut the window once more. Allen couldn’t stop laughing.“You could’ve walked them to the trash like a normal person,” he said, shaking his head and finally closing the door behind him.“Ah, but where’s the fun in that?” Tyki headed to the bathroom. “C’mon, now. I’ll get you some Benadryl while you dig into those chocolates. At least I know you’re not allergic to that.”Allen wiped at his nose as he sat down on the couch. “Thank you, Tyki.”“My pleasure, Allen.”

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joannalannister · 4 years

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Anonymous asked:

Hey! It’s me again, your GOT secret Santa. Could you please elaborate on what aspects of the Tywin/Joanna ship you like? They’re not a ship I’ve ever written for, so I’d appreciate it if you could tell me why you like them so much. Anyways, I hope things are going great with you and that you’re getting ready for the holidays 😊

I love Tywin and Joanna because this ship is ASOIAF in its simplest form, stripped down to the bare bones, the meaning made plain.

In my opinion, ASOIAF is different from a lot of other fantasy I’ve read because it doesn’t focus on a magic system, and it doesn’t focus on a great war (we still barely even know anything about the Others).

ASOIAF is different; ASOIAF is about what makes us human. (Even GRRM’s term for the enemy, Other, comes back to this central theme of our humanity, because it suggests that humanity is fighting against something other than human beings, something un-human, something inhumane.)

Tywin is one of the most un-human human beings in the entire series. He’s also the villain that we get the most information about, and he still looms large over the text even in death. (Even in the brief glimpses of TWOW that he’s shared, GRRM keeps bringing him up.) GRRM has shown us all of these monstrous things about Tywin, but in doing so, he’s made the tiny glowing embers of Tywin’s humanity burn like the beacons of Minas Tirith.

It’s our joy and our love and our laughter that make us human. It’s our sorrow and our pain. But more than all that, our humanity is the connections we make to other people. It’s shared joy, shared love, shared laughter. Shared sorrow. Our compassion. To build a society is to connect people, to share with others. Tywin and Joanna is a society of two.

(That weirwood net of shared consciousness fascinates me - it’s an idea GRRM has written about before in his other works, and he keeps coming back to it.)

So those handful of smiles: for his wife, for the birth of his (first two) children, for his greatest accomplishments (gruesome as they are).

And the pain in this passage: “when Aerys II announced Ser Jaime's appointment from the Iron Throne, his lordship went to one knee and thanked the king for the great honor shown to his house. Then, pleading illness, Lord Tywin asked the king's leave to retire as Hand.”

And the utter and absolute pain in this one: “With her death, Grand Maester Pycelle observes, the joy went out of Tywin Lannister, yet still he persisted in his duty.”

It’s like a shot glass filled with sorrow. In AGOT through ADWD, the sorrow in those books is slow; it’s (mostly) meant to be sipped, and savored. But the way we experience Tywin’s pain, as GRRM writes it, it’s quick and it burns, and it burns out just as quickly as we move on to Tywin’s next atrocity.

So, for me at least, Tywin and Joanna are like a distilled version of ASOIAF. It’s the moments we share that make us human, and when Joanna died, Tywin’s humanity died with her.

That might not be the most helpful thing for writing a fanfic, so let me give you some other reasons:

My favorite short story is “The Last Rung on the Ladder”. I think I first read it ~20 years ago, and it still haunts me. It hurts. It’s about a brother and sister. It’s about taking things for granted, about the people we depend on, and about what happens when those people are no longer there.

“You're my big brother. I knew you'd take care of me.” “Oh, Kitty, you don't know how close it was.” [...] “No,” she said. “But I knew you were [...] there.”

Maybe this applies to Jaime and Cersei too, and Tywin/Joanna are just a different iteration, but it’s what keeps me coming back: what happens when the people you depend on ... the people you think are always going to be there ... what happens when those people -- those lifelines -- are gone?

Despite Tywin being (imo) a very social person, I think Tywin had very few real friends. In addition to being his wife, Joanna was Tywin’s friend, someone he could talk to, and confide in, and trust. Someone who made it all real. Someone who made it worth it.

And I think Tywin thought Joanna would always be there, the same way that everyone in AGOT-ASOS thought Tywin would always be there, “eternal as Casterly Rock”. I think Tywin always imagined that Joanna would outlive him, like it never occurred to him that she would die first, but instead she died when he was in his early 30s. That’s life-shattering to have the rug pulled out from under you like that.

Similarly, I think Joanna had this idea that she and Tywin would be together, but instead he was “often away”. We’re told that they were children together at Casterly Rock, but then at ~10 Tywin was sent away to be Aegon V’s cupbearer, and later he went away to war on the Stepstones, and then after her wedding Joanna had to be sent away because of Aerys, and we have Tywin sent to Lys at some point. What did it mean to her, that Tywin wasn’t there? For Joanna, I don’t necessarily think that Tywin not being there was entirely a bad thing, at least eventually, although I imagine it was painful at first. I think these forced separations from Tywin allowed her to grow, allowed her to eventually rule the Westerlands in Tywin’s name while he was away.

The thing that I always think of when I think about Tywin and Joanna is this poem, “Mrs. Beast” by Carol Ann Duffy, and I always think of this line, “Bring me the Beast for the night. Bring me the wine-cellar key. Let the less-loving one be me.” The more loving one is Tywin in my mind, no doubt about it. (I played with this poem for Tywin/Joanna here.)

There’s this scene I imagine in my own fanfiction, about a year before Joanna’s death, where there’s these silent tears, this despair on Joanna’s face, and Jaime asks his mother why she’s crying, and she says, “Because your lord father is home.”

I think Joanna always loved Tywin, to the very end, but Tywin is a difficult person to live with. I think his homecomings eventually became bittersweet. On the one hand, the love of her life has come home to her across hundreds of miles through snow, through bandits etc, but on the other hand, whenever Tywin comes home, Joanna has to take a back seat. Tywin sucks all of the oxygen out of the room. Everyone has to take a back seat to Tywin: “It has been hard for Kevan, living all his life in Tywin's shadow. It was hard for all my brothers. That shadow Tywin cast was long and black, and each of them had to struggle to find a little sun.“

This is all kind of leading into another reason I like Tywin/Joanna in that it’s an exploration of gender roles, and the ... the limits that women are under in Westeros, even under the very best circumstances. With Joanna, she’s white, she’s filthy rich, she’s a top-tier noblewoman, she’s beautiful. Contrasted against Rhaella, Joanna has a husband who loves her so much that we get lines about Joanna ruling Tywin and how this man who never ever smiles smiled for her. But there are still limits. We’re told that Tywin was ruled at home by his lady wife. Joanna’s influence is restricted, it’s dependent on what power Tywin gives her. While Rhaella physically was confined to Maegor’s Holdfast, Joanna’s influence is confined to the domestic sphere.

Westeros is a broken place, one that’s always been broken into little pieces (Seven Kingdoms, not one). Westeros breaks people. Like Mrs. Beast in the poem, I think Joanna was able to forget, for a time, about the world’s abused women. She was able to forget that Westeros breaks people, and that it especially breaks women. I think Joanna thought she was the exception, that she would have more, achieve more, do more ... and eventually I think she hits a wall, realizing that Tywin is her limiting factor, even as he lifts her up and grants her the power to do.

It’s these limits that fascinate me about House Lannister as a whole. Like, the Lannisters are introduced to us as infinite. (Thinkin about this a lot lately.) Bottomless wealth, eternal life, unfathomable beauty, all I do is win win win. But over the course of the books GRRM knocks all of this down and shows us that there is a finite quality to House Lannister. Tywin dies. With Jaime, I think GRRM is exploring the limits of redemption imo. Cersei is going to hit a wall. It’s that the culture of House Lannister, their fundamental values -- they don’t work.

Tywin is the poster boy of Westeros - he is the feudal system, he’s the face of its misogyny, he’s the walking embodiment of classism and income inequality and privilege and everything horrible about Westeros.

I don’t think it was ever possible for Joanna to be dealt a winning hand with Tywin, The system is rigged against women, and a woman would have to break the system entirely to win. But Tywin is the system, so it just doesn’t work.

I think of Joanna as a tragedy.

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idunno if any of that is helpful, but i sure wrote a lot. Also, I really like power couples and courtly intrigue and stuff like the Borgias. Hopefully that helps a little bit, I’m so sorry.

If you want to read other stuff I wrote, I collect my Tywin x Joanna writings under this tag:

#tjmeta

And these tags might also be useful: #joanna meta and #tywin meta

I’m so sorry, please know that I will absolutely love whatever you write! There are so few fics of Tywin/Joanna that I am excited for anything.

(Also I hate Aerys and he can go fuck himself. I think that Tywin tried to see Joanna as a person, as much as a man in such a deeply misogynistic society can see a woman as a person. I think Aerys saw Joanna as a battlefield. Also I really hate the theory that Tyrion is Aerys’s. Really hate that.)

Ok, im sorry, ILU SANTA! I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING BEING DONE WITH YOUR FINALS AND HAVING A BREAK!!!

#tywin lannister #joanna lannister #tywin x joanna #joanna meta #tywin meta #tjmeta #lannister thoughts #secret santa #secret santa 2019 #got secret santa #the meaning of asoiaf

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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Let's have a little chat about: Scooter from Borderlands (Nicole's rambling)

Apology: I'm sorry I don't post and such: I have big summer holiday and I'm mostly out of the house with friends, I'm going to some parties, etc. And when I'm home, which is usually when I'm getting sobber or really late at night, I just sit down to watch a movie with parents or just play Borderlands as the thug I am. I don't have inspiration, so writing is not my thing at this time of the year, obviously. I love y'all. :')

Warning: If you haven't played Borderlands yet (I don't know in what century you're living then) and you want to, go play it beforehand. I do recommend to play it in this order:

Borderlands (It started it all; it isn't the best one and it doesn't have much story in it, but it's fucking wild, action is thrilling and it's hilarious.)

Borderlands: The Pre-sequel (Definitely not the best one, it's difficult to play as fuck. But it's still hilarious, wild and dark. So I love it. Also Handsome Jack is the hero here... Check it out at least . And Come with me now would be a seriously dope intro, asshats.)

Borderlands 2 (For me, the best one out yet. I love it, I played it more than four times and I just love coming back to it. The most hilarious are the bandits and the bullshit they're writing and saying. And the story will get you emotionally at moments... Like Bloodwing, that one fucking hurt. But still: 11/10, the best and top notch.)

Tales from the Borderlands (Okay, this is a telltale game; it is great, had a lot of laughs. Not everyone's thing - but. It has some canon bullshit in it that you need to actually proceed through the story. The openings are great as always *not you, cough, Pre-sequel, not you*, the dialogues are crazy and it deserves to be taken as a canonical Borderlands game... And Troy Baker guys, fucking Troy Baker is the voice actor of Rhys (main character) and even Nolan North is there!)

Borderlands 3 (Isn't out yet and I hope it will be crazier and bloodier than Borderlands 2.)

Because why? ❕S P O I L E R A L E R T❕

Okay. If you didn't listen to the warning, this handsome lad is mister Scooter. He likes cars, ladies and cars - exactly in this order.

He appears in Borderlands for the first time: he is a man who provides cars for Pandora (that's the planet the story takes place... Mostly.). But you don't bond with Scooter in the first game that much.

But - he becomes your friendly neighborhood Sanctuary (the main resistance city which is lead by playable characters from first Borderlands) mechanic in Borderlands 2 and his lines are everything (he wants to kill you when you see him for the first time, because he thinks that you're a robot which is about to kill him and he's a big dumb bunny). Con, you're searching some porn magazines for him and I just found it funny.

Scooter here is the perfect example of a lovely idiot, who is into women a big time and he would do everything just to know how does touching the boobs feel like.

He has a sis, fellow mechanic from The Dust (part of Pandora), Ellie, who is the complete opposite of our lovely Scooter. Living with bandits is her daily life, she is savage, brutal and she doesn't give a single shit - no offense given but a shit ton of it taken; boom and you're dead.

At the end of the game, you feel like part of the Borderlands family - there's your hoe Lilith (siren, who uses a shiny violet stones to phase through time and places) who is constantly saying she is saving your ass but secretly is a little useless shit and bitch. And there's Mordecai (super cool sniper with even super cooler birb) who says he doesn't do a shit - but saves your ass on two regions at a time. Maybe even three? You are a huge time into Moxxxi (a sex bomb who has her own bar) and then there's Claptrap (a robot which you wanna kill or blow up, maybe both, everytime he starts to speak) and you manage to stay calm and say "fine, you shitty yellow box, you won".

But then: F U C K I N G Tales from the Borderlands take place. And... Oh boy. Oh my fucking lord. Save me. This is the significant moment you know that everything took the biggest shitty turn it actually could.

Even tho it isn't a first person shooter as the other entries, in which you can blow up enemies recklessly or make them fall into ashes with some fire elemented guns, it captured Borderlands spirit perfectly - and I know it sounds unbelievable, because Telltale games suck for the most of the time (*cough* Batman *Cough*).

It's silly, it will make you see Pandora from a different perspective, but it's still a brutal game with humour having the most blackest turn outs around.

You play as Rhys (not gonna spoil who this fella is, but he's Troy Baker) and Fiona and the story just somehow goes and goes...

And all of a sudden you find yourself in fucking chapter four with Fiona and Scooter outside that dumb fucking rocket and you know what's about to hit you - Scooter is going to die. He will do it. He will sacrifice for the others to succed. That pure baby boy who is so dumb at times it hurts.

And he does exactly what you expect him too - that idiot dies. And H E R E we stop. Okay? Okay.

Hear me out. Hyperion (a big baddie company who practically fucks Pandora up for that shiny violet shit stone I told you about and a vault, a mystery treasure you're searching for though out both games) has a New-U stations, right?

And everyone who played that game KNOWS how this fucking thing works. If you don't, let me explain.

New-U stations are "respawn points" for vault hunters (that's how you're called, btw). There are usually three to four stations for every region in game, sometimes even more. When you die, they will respawn you - and you pay some ridiculous money for respawning (it matters on how far from the last New-U you die from) and that lady voice is just fucking you up with lines like "Die soon again!".

Here's where my problem with believeing that Scooter is dead starts.

He's a mechanic. He owns and runs, with his sis Ellie, the only car business reachable on the whole Pandora. THE ONLY ONE YOU CAN USE. So he has to have some big cash, I think.

And New-U can respawn you no matter where you die or how dumb your death is.

I mean, some of those New-U stations, even if it was a single one, HAD to remember Scooter. It just had.

The conclusion is - I am partially sure, maybe believeing is more accurate, that Scooter appeared somewhere on Pandora again. I hope so. Because Catch-A-Riiide will not be the same if there's not gonna be a Scooter yelling it into player's ear everytime they hire a car.

Also: give Scooter a proper badass girlfriend, who will be the tough one in the relationship and who will keep their eye on Scooter no matter what bullshit he's about to do. It can be even someone like Athena (a badass gladiator from Pre-sequel who is that quiet type who doesn't take jokes too lightly). Give Scooter a proper happy fucking ending and give us, the players, the happy ending we want and expect from the game.

Otherwise I'm about to write a fanfiction with his happy ending. And it will be canonical. Don't tease me, I'm capable of it.

That's all. Have a lovely night! Xoxo.

Also, sorry for mistakes and typos, it's two am and my kitty cat wants to snuggle.

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aibrechts · 5 years

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Fanfiction WIP Game

Tagged by: @kitty-bandit wheww

Fanfic: go east, young man/chinese deity fic

The first line of the work:

Wei WuXian was sweating.

The first line of your current chapter | One-shot: first line of the tenth paragraph:

The golden gates of the Eastern Heavens sure were something. Over one hundred feet high, one of the two impossibly heavy doors was embossed with a five-toed dragon - each scale on his body picked out with emeralds cascading in colour from blue to turquoise and green back to blue, a pearl beyond the size of anything Wei WuXian could ever imagine cradled between his claws.

The last line you wrote:

Jiang Cheng's eyes narrowed as though he were deciding if it would be worth punching him.

A line for a chapter/part you haven’t written yet:

“Great,” Lan JingYi extolled, his excitement not believable for a moment, “so the best defence the Heavens have to offer is an ex-prince-of-hell, the Monkey King’s dumbass son and a tiger who hasn’t learned how to pounce.”

“Wanna die?” Jin Ling threatened, sounding very much like a tiger who hadn’t yet learned how to pounce.

Bai Chi had his head buried in his hands. “I am a foolish baboon,” he mourned. Because, like, what kind of idiot needed to ask what form the White Tiger took when his title was literally White Tiger.

“You’re not a baboon,” Wei WuXian consoled, patting his slumped shoulder in a way that definitely came off more condescending than comforting. “You’re a proboscis monkey.”

Tagging: @laisai @silentium-nightshade @candy-crackpot @nanthebread @nea-writes

#idk anyones urls whoop s #fucjk i lvoe this fic so much tho its so dummb #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #bai chi is the best thing in my life #thank u nan for this GOOD BOY

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errantknightess · 5 years

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Writer ask meme

Tagged by @kitty-bandit, @silentium-nightshade and @faeriexqueen - thanks a lot :D Answers under the cut because it’s long and who has the time for that.

1. Explain your AO3 handle.

It's just a variant of the screen name I came up back when I was fourteen and obsessed with Middle Ages. It's pretty dumb, but I got used to it and kinda like the shape of those lowercase letters.

2. Favorite fanfiction trope?

Mutual pining. Give me all the sad idiots that don't realize how much they mean to the love of their life! Give me their awkward fumbling as they fail to express their feelings and stay convinced the other could never possibly reciprocate! Give me the stolen touches and fleeting glances and weak excuses to be as close to each other as they dare!

3. Favorite place to write?

My room, door closed, absolute silence everywhere, or at the very least earplugs/some white noise in my headphones.

4. Favorite ships in your current fandom?

In DGM it's laven, always and forever, my precious lost dorks ♥ And as you can notice, I've also fallen into FFXV and promptis hell recently. Here's your fair warning that I'll be writing quite a bit of it in the future.

5. What are your steps to get into the Writing Mood™?

Basically just daydreaming the scenes I need to write next. When I can see them in my mind clearly enough, I'm ready to write -- otherwise I fumble a lot and they don't come out feeling very natural.

6. What program/app do you use to write?

I draft things out in Notepad and clean the finished thing in Word. I find that Notepad is less intimidating in a way -- I can just drop loose messy notes in it and not worry about things being perfect, while Word and other “proper” programs pressure me to Get It Right on the first try. Recently I've also started turning my laptop off and jotting my notes down by hand instead, and that helps a lot in keeping away all the internet distractions! (I do transfer those notes to Notepad later, though -- actual writing is way quicker on the keyboard, and as a non-native speaker I need my dictionaries and Google).

7. List your zodiac sign, favorite ice cream flavor, Hogwarts House, and your opinion on pineapple pizza.

Cancer, mint with chocolate chips, Slytherin, and sure I'll eat that

8. Link us a fanfic that made you cry.

Two of Cups by @kitty-bandit makes me cry every time I read it. It's so full of raw love and passion, and has such a wonderful, intimate atmosphere. It makes me very emotional.

9. Link us a fanfic that made you laugh.

Tumbling down the ffxv hole, I've discovered that I love Ignis/Gladio written as comedy. Marry in Haste, Regen at Leisure by fictionfinding is a gem, those fast-paced, quippy dialogues had me howling.

10. Link us a fanfic that left you in complete awe at the writer’s ability.

I'm always completely in awe of @kitty-bandit‘s ability to plot out long, complex stories, fill them with action and tension, and see them through till the end. Her Lost Time is probably where it hit me the most. I'm seriously amazed at how she comes up with all her ideas and puts them together so they fit perfectly like puzzle pieces. I also just have to mention Warmth by @carolyncaves as it had literally reduced me to stumbling in a stunned daze for a few days. I fell in love with the narration there, with those vivid descriptions and the striking way of building the scenes so they grip you tight with suspense.

11. List your kinks.

I don't really read porn and I'm extremely vanilla, but I always appreciate heavy makeouts/clothed sex, some non-con with a heavy focus on hurt/comfort later, and certain very specific aspects of the Fuck or Die trope.

12. How do you come up with your ideas?

I don't really come up with ideas as much as they come to me; I tend to write things I want to read myself. Sometimes I draw inspiration from life (one of my current WIPs is based on a really terrible attempt at an omelette I made recently...), other times they develop from random headcanons as I try to flesh out my desperately lacking characterization and get into the characters' heads better.

13. How do you implement said ideas into a cohesive narrative?

I write mostly short stuff, so there's not really a lot of work for me to do in terms of plotting. If I feel the need to see a particular scene, I just put it down and try to build some more context around it until it can pass for a drabble/fic -- so I think back on all the "why"s, figure out how that situation could come to be and where it leads to based on the characters' reactions and dialogue.

14. What are your working on right now? Share a little snippet or a description.

I'm working on a bunch of stuff, jumping form one thing to another, so... have this tiny bit of a very random promptis drabble? (I'm sorry, I promise y'all some laven for Christmas, but for now I'm just. In the mood for this ;;;;;;;;;)

When he needed to, Noctis could be an incredibly patient man.

He had withstood the trials of adolescence that came with being royalty in a public high school. His scarce public appearances were a constant display of diplomacy and self-control as he deflected obnoxious, invasive questions from the press. He managed not to nap in most of the bi-weekly council meetings. And of course, when all of that was done, he could spend hours on end sitting still and silent on a pier with a fishing rod in hand.

All of that patience, however, evaporated like a daemon on a summer morning some time around his third game over in a row.

"Damn it," he groaned, slamming the control panel with his fist. Prompto flinched, but the dull clang of metal drowned in the noise around them. The arcade was busy enough that no one paid any mind to their crown prince assaulting the machines -- even though Noct did his best to make sure Prompto could hear his discontent over the crowd.

"Did you see that?" He waved his hand at the screen, where his avatar was still blinking red in a cloud of pixellated explosion. "I totally had it! This is cheating!"

"You think it's rigged?" Prompto poked the machine with the tip of his boot. If it was, he couldn't see any signs of tampering, other than the peeling stickers and a few choice words of graffiti on the side.

#games and memes #less talking more writing #something about me #fic recs #(technically they're somewhere in there too)

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