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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)
Maybe… Promise Me You Won’t Leave (This Time). And it’s funny, because it didn’t actually get a ton of attention when I first published it! It was a little later before it started to get kudos/comments/bookmarks.
BUT THEN IT DID!!! PEOPLE REALLY REALLY LIKED IT??? I attracted a ton of Sand Duo fans lol and they were just going crazy in the comments. It was awesome.
I MADE SOMEONE CRY!!! SOMEONE COMMENTED AND SAID THAT THEY’D CRIED WHILE READING!!!
ALBSKSGDKWGSJSG
OH MY GOSH
is there a fic that you worked *really freaking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?
Don’t know if this counts lol (it’s an ongoing fic and I ain’t done with it yet) but If You Want Love. I have just been… so, very stuck. I WANT TO POST MORE CHAPTERS COME ON!!!
I think what’s the most likely reason for this is that I wrote the third chapter (what I’m stuck on) while dealing with anxiety, so now that chapter just reminds me of anxiety, and ughhhh
This is why I don’t write when I’m not in a good mental state 😭 It just taints my stories with bad feelings/memories. Darn.
how does creating make you feel?
Very good, for the most part!
It’s like… my brain is very loud. It’s a very loud place. I’m constantly thinking of things, imagining things, looping song lyrics, visualizing scenes, coming up with stories, daydreaming, so on and so forth.
I like having a loud brain, a lot of the times! I’m not ever truly bored :)
But it’s kinda like… my brain is so loud, and the loudness needs to get out somehow. It can’t just stay pent up inside my mind. If it does, I start to get restless and on-edge. Not good :/
But when I write, that loudness goes away. When I write, I focus only on what I’m writing, the words I’m typing, what the scene looks like. It’s a kind of focus I’m not… used to? 😅
And once I’m done writing, I feel good! The words trapped in my brain finally found somewhere to go! They can live somewhere else, and not take up too much space inside my mind!
This is a big reason why writing every day really really helps me; that routine of writing and quieting the loudness is sooooo hekkin helpful.
It’s also a big reason why I get anxious whenever I stop writing for a few days in a row! The loudness in my head gets too loud.
I haven’t been able to write consistently in two weeks now 😭 I want my routine backkkkk
what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language
Two big things: characters being in-character, and format/grammar.
I guess the format/grammar is the most noticeable thing; when I click onto a fic, it’s what I see first that makes me decide whether to read or ignore. If the fic is all bunched together, no paragraph spacing or the paragraphs are really hekkin long, then I’m out. If the dialogue freaking sucks and every time a character speaks is followed by “he said” with no variation, then I’m out.
If the fic isn’t formatted or grammar-d well, then I ain’t reading! Simple as that!
But once that’s out of the way, it’s most definitely in-character-ness! I pay very close attention to how characters are written, and when they aren’t written like the character, I get Very annoyed!
But that just makes finding fics that write characters well all the more exciting :D
what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?
Mmm… maybe… Endless Field, Singing Tree, Blue Sweater (Dandelion)?
Though I’m specifically thinking of one person’s response to this, not the audience as a whole 😅
One of my best friends really seemed to like this one, and she told me that she… wants to be able to write like I do?? Specifically like how I wrote this story??? MY HEART????
I’m happy with this fic, but I didn’t really expect anyone to say that :’D
why is writing important to you?
WRITING IS LIFE!!! It’s how I express myself without getting my words tangled up in my mouth, it’s how I can talk without things getting mixed up and stuttered, it’s how I can make the loudness in my brain less quiet, it’s how I can etch my thoughts into stone (or, a screen) it’s how I can jot down my ideas and make them real, it’s how I see things and it’s how writing makes me a little less anxious, it’s how I can… gahhhh :’D
I’d be so lost without writing.
what do YOU get out of writing?
*gestures at the above*
Genuinely though, writing brings me a lot of happiness, and really does help me stay at least a bit less anxious. I get a lot out of it, not gonna lie :)
share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
OH-HO-HO, OKAY *rubs hands together*
Alright, so I started writing this a few nights ago, but I think I wanna start again because I went in all sorts of directions and none of the directions I wanted to go in lol
BUT!!! OKAYOKAY, SO!!!
Basically, the fic—some of it, at least—explores Wilbur’s thoughts around RELIGION and GOD!!! GOSH I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR A WHILE. GOSHDANG.
I’ve seriously been thinking about DSMP and religion for soooooo long, wow… I’ve been wanting to write about it for a while, but couldn’t really come up with a solid idea for a story.
UNTIL NOW, BABY!!!
It’s always so interesting to explore the relationship between not religious people and religion. I feel like… most people, don’t explore that? Which is a shame, because it’s darn interesting.
So yeah, it’s a fic about Wilbur, and it’s a fic about Wilbur thinking about God, and it’s YES!!! SO EXCITED!!!
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Liam peeked into Ians room. Seeing him sleeping. Snoring loudly.. huh. A big guy that snores like a loud bear. Funny!
"Iiiiiiiiaaaaaaannnn!" Liam crawled onto his bed and tugged onto his sweater Ian grunted as he felt being pushed.
"Ian, I'm boooorrred!"
"Uuurrghhh... Liam I'll play with you when I'm awaaakeee.."
"But you're already awake!"
"I'm half awake... there's a difference y'know.."
"Well still. My point claims."
Ian sighed in a tired frustrated grunt. He just wants to sleep but he couldn't if the kiddo is botherin' him. Well... can Ian blame Liam? Liam is a but attachy and wants to bond with those he's close with and he adores that about Liam.
"Lee, please... thirty more minutes... and I promise I will play with you.." Ian begged.
Liam huffed... "Fiiiinnneee.." Liam whined as he got off the bed as he pretended to walk away.. he closed the door. Making Ian believe he left his room, leaving the man sigh in satisfaction. Until he felt some hands grabbing his sides and feeling them scribble and scratch. Making Ian squirm, "A-ah!!" Ian yelped in a surprised manner. Liam giggled as he continued. "Hehe! I'm sure this is a fun game isn't it, Ian?" Liam sneered playfully while the man under him is squirming and slamming his fist onto the bed and pillows.
"DAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAMMIT LIHIHIAM!!-" Ian squaked at the younger boy, his face turned bright red like a tomato. Liam cooed in a high falsetto as he scribbled onto Ians ribs and back. Switching spots like crazy! "Tickletickletickle!~" He cooed at Ian as if he was a newborn. "Getchygetchygoo!~" "SHUHUT UHUHUP!!" Ian shook his head, laughing his head off. Liam was having fun but... pretty sure Ian isn't.
(You can draw or sketch something that is like a part 2 of this or whatever-)
OUGH my god SHROOMIE THIS MADE ME DOUBLE OVER WITH BUTTERFLIES AAAAAHAAAAHAAAAAA-
/VERY POS
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