#sometimes i like a post intending to come back to it later but i forget about it and never do

[byeler]

i generally agree with the sentiment of the post about liking v reblogging, but i think at its core the issue is about being able to get work out there and seen by other people. i mean this with all the respect in the world as a big fan of your work, but i’d imagine as the author of the number one kudos’d byler fic in the world (no small feat and a testament to your skill seriously) you have established a solid platform for yourself. i think overall it’s a very interesting discussion and like i said, i agree with you! no one is entitled to an engagement, regardless of the merit of their work. i just also think this adds an extra layer that’s interesting to explore. i hope this comes across as respectful, and my fr deepest apologies if not. all the love.

i do fully understand where you're coming from, but i also was not joking when i mentioned that i've said this before. if you can't tell by the date or the fact that post got a whopping three notes, i really did not carry the same presence back then that i do now. any reblog on any post or fic of mine was (and still is!!) incredibly valuable to me. i know how important it is to encourage and share fics you enjoy because that is what did and still does continue to help me. i promise i didn't post that because i want to stop people from interacting with things that they enjoy.

what really, really bothers me is the guilt trips. i absolutely endorse and support posts that say "hey, if you want your favorite authors/artists/theorists to continue to create more of what you like, reciprocate and interact with them". what i do not condone is posts that boil down to "this fandom is dying because YOU are not reblogging enough" when there are several reasons that someone might just not want to reblog. and i just don't feel like my desire for engagement overrules anyone else's desires for what they want to do on their own blog.

at the end of the day, if i post a piece of writing for free on the internet, it's already written. while getting feedback often feels like a reward for the work i've put in, i've already done the work. if someone wants to read it and enjoy it and then choose not to like or reblog or kudos or comment or acknowledge it in any way, i still don't lose anything from that. i might not gain anything, either, but that is not a loss, because i'm not entitled to someone else's time. and on the flip side, it gives me a huge amount of appreciation for those that do take the time to otherwise engage with my work, because i know it's not a requirement, it's something they wanted to do.

i know it might sound like i'm coming from a place of privilege (?) being able to say this, and i won't fully disagree with you on that, but it's something i've felt strongly about long before my writing really had any sort of traction. i also want to be clear that i can only speak for myself, and that many other authors and artists likely disagree with me on this topic. but i simply do not want anyone to feel pressured to force some sort of interaction with me for whatever reason, regardless of how much they like my fics.

[villiedoom]

~ How I create my creatures and how difficult it is (looong post!)

I decided to make another post about "how I create my creatures" and "how difficult it is", so that I can link it if anyone else asks ~

Related posts:

How did you come up with these creatures? And how long have they been around?

How and how long ago did you come up with these creatures? Was it difficult to reproduce them in a 3D model or in a drawing?

Post about my worldbuilding

About dreams

My old and new 3D models

. First of all, I don't think I ever had the idea to create creatures, it rather happened naturally on its own and my imagination creates them unconsciously. For me it usually feels like they are alive and live independently of me, and just visit my mind sometimes, giving me the opportunity to see them, feel them, or learn a little about their story. Often they come to me in a dream or in a vision, like an insight or intuitive feeling. I just see them in my head - these can be clear images, or rather vague ones, more following a feeling than a visual image.

. All these "how to create a world" and "how to create a character" tutorials don't make sense to me. I don't know how to follow them and they don't work for me. I either get it on my own or I don’t.

. My creatures can have different versions, lives and interpretations, which also comes from the intuitiveness of my approach. I just see them that way. Because of this, I can't join Koties, Vaerafes and Varlafs into one species. They are connected and kindred, but they are not interchangeable, no matter how much I want them to be, although I sometimes worry that their similarity may confuse people who are not familiar with my lore.

. I don't create, I rather learn and express my knowledge and impression of my characters. Creating characters and stories for me is literally just me drawing fanart of these cool movies that my imagination shows me, leaving me deeply impressed. And I never know everything about them.

. Some of my characters are my imaginary friends, and some can be very personally related to me. They are my family, my guides, or are like my angels and demons. I don't believe in other worlds like I did when I was younger, and I'm not spiritual, but my characters are living persons for me.

. They just live with me and grow with me. My characters stay with me even when I don't want to see them anymore, and come back years later even if I wanted to forget them. At the same time, they may leave and connection may disappear, and I don’t know how it works. For me, it's just a natural part of my mind.

. I create for myself. My art is not a project, not content for the masses, and it was not intended to be fully revealed and explained to the public. I also never share my stories in detail, as I'm very sensitive about them. And despite the fact that my 3D models brought me and my creatures a lot of attention, I still greatly want (and need) to keep them personal and connected with me and my journey. I don't want to feel pressured to tell and explain everything.

. Drawing them, living with with them, loving them was and remains not always easy. There were moments when I was terribly despaired, when I hated them, when I associated them with fear and frustration only. I have a lot of pain, depression, anxiety and despair behind them. I sometimes feel like all that I invested in them may not be worth it, but I gave all my love, energy and life to them, despite everything, and there were moments when only they motivated me to live. I love them and I just can't give up on them <3

. Learning to draw them and create models wasn't easy either. Sometimes I felt that I would never learn. These are years of learning and growing, hundreds of drawings, sleepless nights, searches, visions and inspirations along with despair and analyzing all my drawings over and over again. New ideas and characters, and returns to old ideas and characters. Sudden realizations that I need to change something. Inspiration, obsession, anxiety... all of it.

. Many thousands of saved pictures and photos for reference, and a long search for a balance between heavily relying on photo references and anatomical models, and fantasizing about alternative anatomy which suits them better. I made really a lot of comparisons to real animals and a ton of analysis just for myself and my personal learning and use.

. I wonder about their anatomy and how it works, but if I have to choose between what feels right and what biologically makes sense, I will choose what feels right. What is more important to me is what I saw in my fantasy, what it means to me personally and how it resonates with me. Otherwise, I don’t see the point of fantasy to exist in the first place.

. Learning and searching a lot for years. Despite the fact that I am an intuitive-feeler, I sudy, think, search and analyze a lot. I usually just don't feel safe to share what happens behind the scenes, meaning all the sketches and concepts, but I made a lot of them.

These are some sketches. First image is concepts and models of Vaerafes and Koties from 2012-2013 to this day. Second image is the evolution of Moonhorses, which is smaller but is a good example.

. There will be mistakes, as well as wrong ways and ideas that will die or change. I'm an experimenter so I had really a lot of these. There is no perfect finish here, it is endless evolution and change. I know I will change Vaerafes in the future, and vice versa - I also know that some of my earlier ideas and characters can come back.

. I experiment and try different styles. It's very exciting for me to give different interpretations and visions of my characters. I believe art is a language and it's okay to know and use different ones. I may draw my creatures in different ways and in different styles, but their essence, idea and soul do not change. I rarely post them, but these experiments help me understand them better.

Another example of a stylization use - my Setow creature as a realistic model and in a stylized illustration. By the way, stylization is more canonical for Setow.

. It's sometimes very difficult to maintain a balance between my inner harmony, my inner knowlege, feeling, intuition and journey, and anxiety about other people's reactions, judgment, interest, interpretation and sometimes negativity, humiliation, misunderstanding and blame. I'm still looking for balance.

....

And in the end - all the attention I get sometimes overwhelms me and makes me feel lost, but I'm also really glad that my art and creatures create interest and there are so many people who like them! I'm grateful to you all and I hope that my journey can be inspiring for others too, for people who also like drawing and imagining their characters. I value genuine love for imagined and created worlds, and this love can come in many forms.

(It took me really a lot of courage to share this post and some of my sketches and concepts, but I hope you enjoy it! ^^' )

~ 💙

[gibbearish]

ive seen ppl saying smth in the wider plagiarism discussion to the tune of "don't worry anxious people, it's impossible to accidentally plagiarize!" and i feel like that lacks a lot of nuance that anxious brains like mine latch on to to just dismiss the possibility outright, as well as a lack of life experiences fueling it.

it is possible to "accidentally plagiarize" in that you can read something, forget about it, then a while later have your brain spit the ideas back out without telling where it got them. so of course you just assume they're yours and share them as such, because That's Where Most Of The Thoughts In Your Head Come From! and it both is and isn't plagiarism, you weren't /intending/ to pass someone's else's work off as your own, i'd even say in a way you were just as much a victim of misinformation as your audience. but you very much so did still resuse the work of someone else, even if you don't remember it.

but in my experience, this kind of thing also happens to a lot of people. you tell a friend a joke then wake up in a cold sweat two days later realizing the reason they didnt laugh was because they'd told you that joke a month ago. you reply to a friend's text and after sending you realized you ended it with the same exact phrase as theirs. you're writing edgy poetry and write a line you really like only to see it in a text post two days later saying youve already liked the post. like, it happens. so if it DOES happens and you're just honest and explain, people will understand. something like "oh shit im sorry, i totally have read that, i mustve forgotten and only remembered bits and pieces and just thought they were mine. thank you for letting me know and for the source" works wonders.

people know you can forget things. people won't automatically doubt your apology just because all true plagiarists say it was accidental. HOPEFULLY people can understand the nuance between a genuine remorseful explanation, and a thief who hoped no one would find out scrambling for excuses for why they did it. and those who can't, that's a them problem, not a you problem, you've taken responsibility for your actions as much as you can. they think the answer is simple, that the only thing stopping you from saying "yes i did it on purpose, i knew the whole time and deliberately copied them" is shame/inability to admit to your actions. but sometimes things AREN'T that simple, so imo ppl who are shitty to you for not following the script they made up for you in their head should be ignored

[nocompromise-noregrets]

unpublished fics game

Tagged by @thatonetimetraveller - thank you! <333333

I haven't many at the moment, and I am definitely not at home to the idea fairy just lately so most of these are actually longstanding WIPs that aren't quite behaving themselves and aren't being actively worked on.

Completely unwritten:

Sequel to Break You But You'll Mend, which was going to be later chapters of that story but it was doing my head in so I've chosen to end it at a convenient point and then put all the subplot stuff in a new story. In essence, Sigrid and Tilda (reborn in Valinor because Auriel (Thranduil's wife) went and gave the Valar a piece of her mind for letting Thranduil almost fade from grief though he'd defended his corner of Middle-Earth from Sauron for thousands of years alone, and demanded they send Bard back, and when he arrived he was accompanied by his daughters and his wife (Maudie)) are not happy with how unfair it is that they got to come back but any number of other people there have mortal loved ones who aren't coming back, and come up with the idea of putting their case before the Valar and persuading them to change the rules. It's going to be plotty and complicated and is therefore giving me the Fear, because I don't do either a) plot or b) complication.

The Sigrid-and-Tauriel queerplatonic companion story to My Heart Is An Empty Vessel, which I suspect at this point just plain isn't going to get written because I've run out of spoons where it's concerned. I've written little glimpses of them in EV-'verse, and various other beginnings for them, and I honestly don't think I have enough to write a proper long-form multi-chaptered fic. Which means that the full story of Elrond and co's visit to Dale from the later chapters of EV, including most of the Rivendell crew making friends with the Bardlings, is probably not going to happen, unless I manage some one-shots sometime.

A vague idea for Glorfindel Week sparked by this post about flowers spontaneously growing where Glorfindel is in Imladris, because they can't grow on his grave any more.

In progress in one way or another

Part four or whatever it is now of It's Always Been You, in which Rúmil and Orophin happen to be in Imladris not long after Legolas arrives after the Battle of the Five Armies and take issue with how the twins are treating him; they also meet young Estel, witness the aftermath of his first meeting with Arwen, and then the idea was to follow the characters up to the end of the War of the Ring (Haldir DOES NOT DIE). I am very stuck with this one, and it feels like one of the long stories I tried and failed to write 20-odd years ago - I had the idea but not enough of it to fill it out.

The twins-make-their-choice fic, of which I have about 900 words. I am really struggling with it, mostly with knowing quite what form it's going to take and how the story is going to unfold. I've been circling it for a while now and nibbling at the edges of the problem with various other fics, so I'm fairly sure it's going to happen at some point, it's just...getting there.

A canon-'verse fic for Barduil Month week 2 involving a linguistic diplomatic incident for @myeaglesong which I'm halfway through, I'm just a bit tangled up in how the incident itself will unfold, having done the setup.

Another Dancing in the Dark-'verse fic, a direct sequel to there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me, delivering a happy ending for Barduil Month week 4. I've got a bit done but I've been singularly lacking in spoons this week, for no apparent reason, and it's also from Tilda's perspective and I haven't written much from her POV before, especially not a modern teenage version so it's taking a while.

The Legolas/Haldir-in-Ithilien fic I was intending to write for My Slashy Valentine's event for Keiliss in February 2023. Also not cooperating. >.<

All I Want Is You, which is getting more and more difficult the further we get from the summer of 2020 and I forget more and more of the historical details. Another one where I think I had the idea but not enough filling. I just need to get back on with it, I think, and it'll fill itself out. Possibly need to do that May writing challenge I reblogged earlier and try and write 200 words a day, which might kick it off.

Stars and Arrows, a sort-of-originalfic based on a really glorious moodboard and concept by @mihrsuri - featuring two rather familiar-looking Oxford professors in a possibly-the-future-of-Middle-Earth-set reincarnation story with a mysterious illuminated medieval manuscript, which again probably requires more plot than I'm capable of but I'm greatly enjoying writing scenes here and there.

Two of a Kind, the long-ongoing original novel (based on a very old fic from the fandom that does not speak its name) which I am stuck on in various places. If anyone wants to read 180-odd-k of damaged ex-street-kid musician idiots in love and help me fill in the gaps, please do let me know (but please heed the tags)! I was posting it to AO3 for a bit but got out of the swing of it and now I'm totally out of the habit, though I tend to do a few one-shots here and there mostly for Writers' Month and Writers' Pride Month.

I think that's all of them. More than I expected, but still...! Do please ask me about any that catch your eye, I am in dire need of talking about them, and it might just kickstart the muses...I do need interaction to spark the ideas, it turns out, I'm not great at this in isolation.

Tagging anyone who fancies taking part in this one!

[teabutmakeitazure]

Twisted but Tender - 12: Power Imbalance

>Yan! Childe x Fem! Reader

a/n: Childe: Mhm yes, if I put a blade to my darling's neck she'll tell me everything and wouldn't mind it at all

Chapter summary: sometimes misunderstandings can be... scary

Warnings: threatening, being treated harshly (not sure if it would be counted as physical assault), unhealthy mentality.

Word count: ~1.5k

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You keep as still as you possibly can as the blade presses into your skin. This is not how you thought things would turn out today. Everything was fine a moment ago, so what came over him?

The hand holding your arm squeezes the flesh and you wince in pain. "Sweetheart. You have some explaining to do." His chin rests above your head which means that he isn't paying attention to the blade in his hand.

This situation is scary and you want to cry. However, you can't. He'll take it the wrong way and seeing that he's doing this unprompted right now, who knows what he'll do if he's provoked.

"W-what are you talking about?"

At your question, he merely laughs. Leaning into your ear, he blows, breath warm compared to the cold air.

"The letter you drafted to send to your parents. You think that I wouldn't know if you wrote about everything that happened two weeks ago? And in such detail too, I'm impressed at how good you are with words. Still," the blade presses up to your neck even more and you whimper, "did you really think I'ld miss that?"

Shit. That letter, you started writing with the intention of a letter home but then you trailed off and wrote about Ajax putting you in that room and those recurring hallucinations. He ended up not doing it when you broke down and clung to him but you were still shaken up.

By all means, that wasn't what you wanted to send and never will you ever send something like that back home. You don't want your parents to worry. And besides, it's not like they can do anything. After writing everything down, you shoved the draft with the other papers with the intention to burn it later but forgot.

Seems like he read it.

"Answer me." His voice was low but threatening.

You're shaking. So badly, in fact, that you feel like your legs might give out any second. Your tongue feels numb and despite attempting to say something, all that you can do is weep.

Uncaring, Ajax releases his hold, spins you around and pushes you to a tree. When your back hits the trunk harshly, he presses the cool hydro to your neck once again. The free hand slams the surface right next to your face and you flinch horribly.

"I told you to answer me," he commands without raising his voice.

You close your eyes, think about Jax to calm yourself and try speaking again. "It's… it's not what you think."

"Oh really? Then I wonder what it might be. Enlighten me."

"I never intended to send that! I swear. I I just ended up wri- writing it because I was still… disturbed. I trailed off and didn't realise that it was a letter for my parents."

"Ah, an easy excuse. Come on, you really think I'm dumb?"

Why doesn't he listen to the truth!

"I swear Ajax. If I wanted to send that, I already would have posted it. I didn't! I was going to burn it but it slipped my mind."

"Ah, really?"

His words betray his actions because he's staring at you like a hawk, hand gripping the blade so tight you bet his knuckles are white.

"Yes."

"And how can I be sure that you're not lying to me?"

"You… you know how forgetful I am. Things slip my mind easily. And… and you know that I would never talk about our personal matters with anyone, not even my mother."

"I'm not convinced."

With a frozen tear piercing your eye, you admit defeat. "I don't know how to convince you. I really don't." You bite back a sob and continue, "I really am telling the truth Ajax. There are no schemes here."

He stares into your watery eyes for a few moments till he dispels the hydro blade and pulls you in for a hug. Immediately, your legs give out and now that the adrenaline is wearing off, your head starts pounding.

He seats the both of you on the snowy ground and holds you tight, face in his chest. It's then when you realise that you're sobbing.

The man you live with is as crazy as you first thought him to be. You don't know whether you should accept his comfort right now or not. Would it really be okay for you to? Especially right after he had a blade pressed to your neck over something that he didn't even know was true?

But your hands are shaking so badly. It's not even from the cold! Ajax, however, is so warm despite the cold actions earlier. It wouldn't hurt to lean in right? But…

No.

As you pull back for air, you push him away with all your strength. Even with that, he nudges only a little but enough to let you go. Scrambling away and backwards, you hold onto what you can grab off the tree to ground your consciousness.

He looks… hurt.

Really? Right after all that, he's the one who's hurt? He's playing with your feelings.

All this time, you thought you were using his feelings for you to your advantage but he was in on it too, as it seems. What a cruel joke.

He calls your name with a stern voice and you flinch, clutching the tree harder. The breeze that was blowing earlier completely stops, adding a complimenting silence to the atmosphere. It's ominous, just like his eyes.

The two of you idly stare at each other for a while till he decides to crawl towards you. He's slow, deliberately, to test the waters. When your hands scramble on the tree trunk as though it will offer protection, he stops.

Ajax realises that you're terrified, but it's okay. He made a mistake. You'll forgive him if he apologises because when you make a mistake, you apologise. If you think about it, it isn't his fault! He has a short temper when it comes to you, so when he saw something that could damage your relationship with him, he got angry.

He'll apologise and make it up to you. After all, he didn't mean to put a blade to your neck. You'll forgive him, won't you?

He reaches for you again and you let go of the tree to get up and run, but he grabs your leg short of the process. "Wait!" Turning your head to look at him, you brush off snow and hair from your face and try your best to pull your leg free.

However, he's stronger and he doesn't let go. Is there something else he has in store for you? Maybe that's why he isn't letting you go. This morning you had certainly called it when you said that he might pull something last minute.

And so here you are. With your husband dragging you towards him by the foot he's grabbed and then seating up your shaking form as you hyperventilate and push at his chest to let you go. He doesn't. He would never let you go. He hugs you like he's greeting a child and you don't think you've ever forgotten to breathe like this.

Even with all the struggling you're doing, he remains as firm as a rock. Snow crunches beneath you both as he readjusts the position to you being between his legs instead of over them. Then, he starts rubbing his hand soothingly over your back like he's calming you down after a nightmare. The funny part is that he is the nightmare you want to get away from.

After caging you in with both arms, legs and chest, he lays the both of you down in the snow. He tucks your head under his chin and whispers something you can't quite make out.

"I'm sorry."

He's apologising?

"I… don't know what came over me."

Is he serious?

"Please, forgive me. I promise I'll make it up to you."

You wriggle out an arm from his hold to push at his chest, but he grabs it. After a kiss, he readjusts it back and goes back to whispering apologies into your ear. With a pounding head, you hear every single one of them.

You're powerless here. Even in refusing a hug, you can't do anything. That's just the power imbalance between you both. You’re just glad that the ordeal ended with that because you don’t think you could’ve digested any more physical assault.

That night, when you got home, you excused yourself from dinner and went straight to the study. He didn't comment. You went to bed after that and ended up waking up to an empty one.

Ajax left for work and you're here. All alone and all silence, in the estate that he plays house with you.

[itsmealaiah]

Ok, hear me out:

Can you write a georg fic with an gn!reader? Like reader wants to leave their s/o but can’t, so they’re trapped in a one-sided relationship. So then they go to georg for help and he talks them through it, helping them figure out what to do. So then they finally are brave enough and come back to georg a few days later for comfort since their partner lashed out at them for being a “bitch” and “useless”. The first half loosely based off of ‘maybe I was boring’ by Wilbur soot.

(Only if ur comfy with writing it, I know it’s a long plot but I wanted to make sure I explained properly💕)

you did amazing explaining it dw ❤️❤️

You're not useless

tags/ warnings: crying, reader's boyfriend being a bitch, arguing, comfort fluff.

pairing: georg x afab

do not repost, copy, translate, or post anywhere else. Use is intended only for this blog and this blog alone.

Your POV:

I'd been coming to Georg's place a lot lately. Not because I enjoyed the company of his other friends, or because I felt at home here. But because this was the only place I knew where I could feel… peaceful.

It wasn't like I didn't love my boyfriend. It was just that… sometimes, I felt like he didn't love me back. Like I was a burden to him. And every time I tried to talk to him about it, he'd brush it off or get angry. I didn't know what to do.

So here I was, once again, sitting on the floor next to Georg's bed, watching him work on some new track. His headphones were on, his hair tied up in a messy bun, and his eyes were lost in concentration. It was oddly comforting, seeing him so focused on something. It made me forget about my problems, even if just for a little while.

"Hey, Georg?" I said softly, nudging him with my elbow. "Can I talk to you about something?" He jumped a little, startled out of his trance, and removed his headphones. His brows knit together in confusion. "Yeah, of course. What's up?"

I took a deep breath and braced myself for what was to come. "Well, you know I've been feeling a bit… distant from him lately. Like I'm just… not enough for him." I paused, watching as a frown crept onto his face. "And I just can't shake this feeling that he's not happy with me. Like he's trapped, or something."

Georg listened intently, nodding along as I spoke. When I finished, he reached out and took my hand in his. His grip was warm and reassuring. "I'm sorry you feel that way, y/n. It's not fair for him to make you feel that way. You deserve so much better." He paused, searching for the right words. "But you know I'm not the best person to talk to about this. You know?" He gave me a small, sad smile.

I bit my lip, trying to fight back the tears. "I know, I know. It's just…

I've been thinking about leaving him. About finding someone who actually wants to be with me." I looked down at our intertwined hands, feeling guilty for even considering it. "But I can't bring myself to do it. I feel like I'm trapped in this one-sided relationship, and I don't know how to make it better."

Georg's expression softened, and he pulled me closer, resting his chin on top of my head. "That's a tough spot to be in. But you don't have to figure it out alone." He paused, sighing softly. "Look, I'm not the best person to give advice, but… maybe you should try talking to him. Tell him how you feel, and if that doesn't work, then… maybe it's time to consider your options."

I nodded, feeling a little bit of relief wash over me. "Thanks, Georg. You're the only one who's ever really understood." I leaned back, meeting his eyes. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

He smiled gently and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're not alone, y/n. I'll always be here for you, okay?"

Time passed, and I found the courage to confront my boyfriend. It didn't go well. He got defensive, and we ended up arguing even more. I left his place feeling even more alone and confused. When I got back to Georg's, I broke down in tears, feeling more lost than ever. He held me close, letting me cry myself out as we sat on his bed.

Eventually, I calmed down enough to tell him what happened. He listened patiently, not interrupting once, and when I finished, he took my hand in his again. "I'm sorry that didn't go well," he said softly. "But it's not your fault. He's the one who's been acting like a jerk. You deserve so much more."

I nodded, wiping away the last of my tears. "I know, but… I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm just this person who's not good enough for him, and I don't know how to change that." I sighed, feeling defeated. "I don't want to lose him, but I can't keep going like this."

Georg thought for a moment before responding. "You know, you don't have to decide everything right now. You can take some time to think, to figure out what you really want. And in the meantime, you can focus on you. Spend time with me, do things that make you happy. Maybe, if you're lucky, he'll see that you're not the problem, and he'll come around."

I looked up at him, hopeful. "Do you really think so?"

He smiled gently, his eyes never leaving mine. "I do. You deserve someone who sees how amazing you are, y/n. Someone who loves you for you." His voice was soft, almost reverent. "And if he can't be that person, then maybe it's time to find someone who can."

I felt a small spark of determination ignite within me. Maybe there was hope yet. Maybe I didn't have to be trapped in this one-sided relationship forever. I leaned forward and kissed Georg, grateful for his unwavering support. "Thank you," I whispered against his lips. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

We spent the rest of the night talking, laughing, and watching movies. It was the kind of night that made me feel like everything was going to be okay. And for the first time in a long time, I believed it.

[nyoomfruits]

I got questions. What is your writing process? What inspires you? How do you plan out the scenes? How do you create the dialogues? Just for research purposes, how long did it take you to write love you with the lights on? I am a big fan of your writing, if that isn't obvious 😘

HI I LOVE QUESTIONS THANK YOU

What is your writing process?

I'll talk a bit more about my planning process later but it's essentially. Get idea. Brainstorm idea with friends (this is essential. it helps me go from a ~vibe to an actual plot). Write outline. Make playlist. Start writing fic.

As for the actual writing i love love love using sprints because they help me focus (luckily i have both a discord server and a discord gc that have people in it i can sprint with, and sometimes i just sprint one on one with a friend) but to be honest with you i am VERY easily distracted so while i could probably write more, i usually don't manage more than like 2 or 3k a day. once i did 5k and my friends were like Who Are You. Oh and also tea. And a snack. Those are essential to the writing process too

What inspires you?

Anything? Everything? love you with the lights out was based on a prompt i got a while back. already home was just because i love fake relationship aus and i wanted to do something different with it for landoscar. idk i dont think i rlly have one thing that always inspires me specifically??? i just Get Ideas lmao

How do you plan out the scenes?

Usually when I get an idea it's mostly vibes, so then I bring it to my friends like a cat with a dead mouse and i drop in on their doorstep and go "how about this" and then we talk about it for a bit and i'm like "GREAT YES YOURE RIGHT I CAN WORK WITH THIS" and then i write a very rough outline.

I do always try to have every single one of my scenes Mean Something? like it either teaches you something about the character or furthers the plot. There's a lot of stuff that got cut from love you with the lights out that objectively would've been cute or fun to do but didn't really add anything to the overarching story.

anyway the outline changes very often throughout writing , when i feel like a scene doesn't fit anymore or needs to do Something Else than what i originally intended for it, so i'm not rlly married to the outline. it just helps me keep focused and also i'm very forgetful so otherwise i forget where i was going with the story lmao

How do you create the dialogues?

THIS IS THE HARDEST QUESTION IM SO SORRY but i just??? write dialogue??? dialogue is one of the easiest part of writing for me which means its the hardest part for me to explain haha. it just comes rlly natural to me

How long did it take you to write love you with the lights on?

i looked it up and the first mention of me actually writing this fic in the gc was on the 26th of november and i posted it on 9th of january so roughly a month?? which is pretty standard for my longer fics. already home took me two months but only because i took two vacations in between lmao

[hollowsart]

Hey Hollow, I have a (few hundred) question(s)! Do you think that Mysterio puts glitter in the smoke that he uses? Also if he did do you think he would use edible glitter? Honest questions all around.

(also another question that is more so for Aceida, does she wear different costumes for different times of the year/weather?)

((okay one more, because I know that I will forget but I've wanted to ask this question for a while, Aceida. How did you come up with her, why, and what do you think are the most important things to have for Aceida))

Thank you for answering any of this, it's just that sometimes I'm shy and then.... KABOOM lots of questions that may or may not be useful or worth your time. Anyways! Love what and who you are and I'm proud of you!

Sorry, I need to get this cursed thing out of my system first:

OK ANYWAYS, to seriously answer your questions!!!

[APOLOGIES, THIS IS SO LONG “orz]:

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1) Does Mysterio use glitter?

Well, I would be disappointed if he didn’t LOL

Special biodegradable glitter that is a-ok for the environment is definitely something he’d use! Mostly for his entrances and exits tho, just to add that extra bit of flair to his performance. He thrives on the melodrama.

Edible glitter would also be good, just in case someone inhaled it by accident when he makes his grand appearance or get away. I mean, he’s not a killer, he’d actually be upset if someone innocent got hurt during his “performances”, someone he wasn’t intending on hurting in some way.. He’d feel horrible about it and, if given the opportunity, he would apologize.

But yeah, this man absolutely uses glitter! :D (despite my loathing of glitter that isn’t sealed to prevent it from transferring to other things, I’d so totally hug him still regardless of the risk of getting glitter on me for days after)

2) Does Acedia have seasonal outfits?

[I will post these by themselves shortly for better viewing!!]

Been meaning to design some alterations to the Sloth Suit, and this gave me the motivation to do just that! Enjoy my seasonal hero wear!

3) How did you come up with Acedia?

OK SO. STORY TIME:

I originally thought about joining everyone during the initial big spidersona bang when Into the Spiderverse was first released and everyone was making their own. I saw a few people talking about spider crab based spidersonas and wanted to join that but, well.. that was too difficult and I never was able to come up with anything cool.

sometime down the line I was initially interested in the anime My Hero Academia (thank heck I never watched more than barely the full first season, knowing all the drama and junk that’s happened, I dodged a bullet LOL) but I did come up with some oc’s for it and even a ‘quirksona‘ that was sloth based named Acedia, basically myself, but more sloth and also not as cool as I wanted:

You can see where I’m going with this lol

nothing came of that character so cut to years later, this year, I recently rewatched Spiderverse and started to get into the Spiderman side of things again out of the blue after watching TSSM and falling in love with the show all over again, and doodling Doc Ock, too. I thought back to my old failed attempt at making a spidersona, so I decided to try my hand at that again.

I remembered Acedia’s design and tbh I really did love the design so I reworked it and made adjustments to better resemble a sloth and better resemble Spiderman’s iconic appearance. On top of that I did also just make the character under the costume ME with no real changes at all. And thus, Acedia, The Cryptid Crawler was created:

although the ref sheet has since been updated and changed from this^^

Anyways, that’s the story behind Acedia’s creation!

I just really like sloths.

I’m not exactly sure what you mean by “most important things to have for Acedia“ but I hope some of this answers that? maybe? you’re free to elaborate on what you mean by that and I can do my best to answer!

[dandywonderous]

ROTTMNT Bad Things Happen Bingo #1: Crush Injury

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Characters: Donnie, Leo (Raph a lil bit)

Square: Crush Injury

Warnings: Serious Injury, Vomiting

Notes: HELLO I started a new thing... I’ve been wanting to do a BTHB forever and decided to crush (heh) my current brainrot up against it. I may break and do other fandoms if I get an idea but right now my main thing I wanna do is hurt the Disaster Twins a lot (I’m sorry) (they’re very punchable). 

I really intended for this to be just a drabble thing where I wrote like 500-1000 words as a break from my long fic but uhhhhhh that ended up not happening LMAO THIS FIC IS 3K WORDS WHY... 

I’m not taking requests for this challenge, sorry unless you’re a moot and then maybe if you really wanna see something specific let me know.

I’m posting these on tumblr first and then they’ll hit AO3 later that day/the next day/whenever I feel like it sometimes I forget okay

Crush Injury

Donnie is shoulder deep in one of his machines when the power goes out with a loud pop.

He grumbles to himself, pulling back a bit, as the emergency lights come on, casting everything in an eerie red. If he’s lucky, this is just a temporary blackout, and he can get back to work soon enough.

Several seconds pass, and the power doesn’t show any sign of coming back on. Donnie mutters a quiet, “Sigh,” into the room; he’ll have to stop for now. If this continues past a few minutes he’ll fire up the backup generator.

He starts to pull his arm back, pushing out of the stool he was sitting on to stand, except he isn’t paying enough attention in the dark - he accidentally shoves the stool into his jack, and it shakes and then falls back with a clatter.

The heavy metal it was holding up crashes down on his arm with a sickening crunch.

The air is punched out of Donnie, leaving him breathless and wheezing. There’s a ringing in his ears, a rising taste of bile in his mouth, and then the pain catches up to him - searing, throbbing waves of heat that wash over his whole body at a fast tempo.

His immediate instinct is to jerk away from the thing hurting him, but the violent wrenching on his shoulder reminds him that he can’t do that, because his arm, his arm is stuck, his arm is-

He vomits, bile and mostly digested bits of his lunch pooling at his feet. He would be more disgusted by it if conscious thoughts were registering, but his brain is quickly overwhelmed with panic.

He’s going to lose his arm. And he’ll be lucky if it’s just that, if he’s not trapped here forever, if he doesn’t die of blood loss before anyone finds him, if-

He sucks a breath through his teeth, desperately trying to think. He has to think, if he panics, he’ll die.

The power is still off, red light all that illuminates the grizzly scene. His phone is on a table just out of reach, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N powered down.

“H-help…” His voice trembles and barely carries through the empty room. He sucks in air again, desperately, wincing against the overwhelming pain, and tries again, harder. “Help…! Help!”

It doesn’t matter, because he soundproofed the lab. Even if he could yell louder than he is, they wouldn’t hear him.

Despairing, Donnie slumps against the machine. He knows he should be taking stock of the injury, trying to determine how much of his arm is actually still in there, how much is damaged, but he can’t bring himself to look at it. The fear clouding his mind is in some ways worse than the pain slogging against his body.

He has no idea how long he stays where he is; all he knows is that time drags on agonizingly slowly. The power still isn’t back, and the lab is uncharacteristically silent, absent the normal hums of machinery and cooling fans. The only thing he can hear is the sound of his own ragged breathing. His vision tunnels in on a spot in front of him as his heart rate speeds up, his skin grows clammy - signs of shock, he vaguely registers.

He’s going to die here. He’s going to die, he’s going to die, he’s going to-

Suddenly, in the midst of the red light, a flash of blue.

“So looks like the power’s out for us and the next five blocks. It’s probably not coming back anytime soon, but Mikey’s pitching a fit because he had dinner in the oven. Do you think you can- Donnie!”

Rapid footsteps approach him, but Donnie can’t see who it is, his vision is too dark and clouded with pain. On instinct he pulls himself back, hissing out a warning, teeth bared and muscles taut. He’s hurt, he’s trapped, he’s easy pickings, he has to startle, he has to intimidate, he’ll go down fighting-

“Whoa, whoa, hey! Easy, Donnie, easy!” The intruder puts up their hands and takes a small step back, halting their approach. “It’s just me, it’s just me.”

The voice penetrates through the primal parts of his brain, and his subconscious registers family, help, safety before his consciousness catches up.

Leo.

The will to fight leaves him in a rush, and Donnie sags forward, grateful when Leo moves to catch him. A whine leaves his throat, and he doesn’t have the energy to feel embarrassed about it.

“I know,” Leo says softly, his thumb moving in gentle circles on his shoulder. “That has to hurt… Aaand it looks like you’re going into shock.”

Donnie gives a clumsy nod, desperately wishing he could just check out and let Leo deal with it now that he’s here. But even as the shock moves him closer to unconsciousness, the pain keeps jerking him back.

Leo is still holding his shoulder, but now he looks around and spots the traitorous stool that started this whole mess. “Were you sitting on that stool?” he asks, and Donnie gives the faintest nod. Leo steps forward to grab for it, and Donnie gives another whine, in warning this time.

“Threw up,” he mumbles, and Leo looks down between their feet. Once he spots it he grimaces.

“Yeah, you sure did,” he says, but his voice is light, and not judgemental. He sidesteps it, still with his hand on Donnie’s shoulder, and reaches behind him to pull the stool back to where it had been before. “Alright, buddy, sit down - slowly now, okay?”

He holds on to Donnie’s arm and guides him down to the stool. Once he’s on it he sags bonelessly against the machine again, feeling exhausted down to his core.

“Okay… good.” Leo lets out a breath, straightening up and letting go of Donnie. Without thinking about it Donnie lifts his undamaged hand and grabs for Leo’s, clinging on tight. He should definitely be embarrassed by that, but he isn’t. He’s scared, and Leo is safe.

Leo gives his hand a squeeze back. He squats so he’s at Donnie’s height, speaking softly like he can tell that loud noises just add to the pounding in his head. “I’m going to go get Raph, alright?”

A spike of fear causes Donnie to grip Leo’s hand tighter, desperate. “No.” He tugs on him with what strength he has. “Don’t leave me.”

“I’ll be right back,” Leo promises. “But I have to-”

“No, please, Leo, don’t leave me-”

“Donnie, I can’t get that off your arm by myself, I need Raph’s help.”

Logically, he knows the words Leo is saying make perfect sense. Logically, he knows that Leo isn’t lying when he says he’ll be right back.

None of it matters. What matters is that Donnie is terrified of being left alone.

He grips Leo’s hand tighter, and can feel tears in his eyes. Another whine escapes his throat.

Leo sighs, squeezing his hand again. “Okay, okay. I’m not going anywhere. But we need Raph. Do you have a way to get that fancy door open when the power’s out?”

“Emergency unlock,” he grits out. “Th-third panel… just pull the release.”

“Okay. No worries, Leon’s got it.”

He gives Donnie a wink, and somewhere in him Donnie finds the strength to be annoyed. He rolls his eyes, and Leo actually laughs.

Leo uses his free hand to unsheath a katana, then draw a small portal right in front of them. Dimly, Donnie can see another one open up near his lab door across the room. It’s just large enough for Leo’s arm.

He reaches through and knocks open the panel, biting his tongue in concentration. After a second of squinting and fumbling, he gets the release and yanks on it. There’s a soft pop, and then a creak as the door comes unlocked from the floor but doesn’t budge.

“Now what?” Leo asks.

“Raph can… push it up… from outside,” Donnie explains through wheezing breaths. 

“Alright.” Leo pulls his hand back, the portals dissipating. “I’m going to call him.”

He doesn’t let go of Donnie’s hand as he does so. Donnie is grateful; he’s vaguely aware that he’s gripping tight, likely hard enough to hurt, but Leo doesn’t make any move to pull away from him.

“Donnie’s hurt,” he hears Leo say, cutting through whatever greeting Raph tries to give him. “I need your help- his lab, yeah. The door’s unlocked, he said to just push it up. …I don’t know yet, but hurry.”

Leo ends the call, putting his phone away. “Don’t worry, Donton, the calvary’s comin’.” He squats down so they’re at eye level again. “We’ll have you out of there in a jiffy.”

Donnie nods in acknowledgement. Talking is hard when his mouth feels full of cotton, but he tries. “‘M I gonna lose m’arm?”

He sees Leo’s eyes go a little wider. The hand holding his squeezes tight. “Not if I can help it.”

They don’t talk much after that. Leo says, “Keep breathing for me, Dee, that’s it.” Donnie shuts his eyes to help his growing headache, slumping forward. “You with me, Donnie?” Leo asks, and he gives a grunt of assent.

Then they hear a screech of metal as the door to Donnie’s lab is forced up, Raph rushing inside moments later.

“...Oh geez, Donnie,” he says when he sees what’s happened. “How did you manage this?”

“Save your lectures for later, Raph,” says Leo, standing up but not dropping Donnie’s hand. “He’s in shock right now.”

“Okay… okay.” Raph gets close to them, then reaches out and lays his big, cool hand on Donnie’s back. For once the touch is welcome, grounding, and Donnie leans back into it. “Don’t worry, big bro’s here to help.”

He would normally make some smart remark at that, but he’s so tired and, though he’d never admit it, so relieved that Raph is here now, so any words he had die unspoken on his tongue.

His eyes are still closed so he doesn’t know what they’re doing, but after a second Raph pulls his hand away, and he hears him say, “I think I can lift it enough.”

“Okay, you lift and I’ll pull his arm out. …Careful, he threw up there.”

“S’not like it’d be the first time I’ve ever had puke on me.”

“Fine, but if you slip in it I’ll laugh at you.”

He feels a slight jostle to his arm, and then Leo is pulling his hand away. He whines, uncharacteristically needy, and Leo gives his shoulder a quick squeeze.

“Sorry, Donnie, but this will just take a second.”

“Count of three,” says Raph, sounding a little strained already. “One… two… three!”

There’s a screech, and the weight is miraculously off his arm. He feels hands grab at it and winces in pain as his arm is moved away from the machine and into his lap, followed immediately after by a heavy thunk as Raph lays the metal down again.

“You’re out,” Leo tells him, his hand coming back to hold Donnie’s and giving it a squeeze. “You’re free.”

Donnie drags his eyelids open and starts to look down at his arm. He sees blood and he sees odd angles but before he can see more a hand is cupping his chin and pulling his face up.

“Yeah, you just went five shades paler,” says Leo, meeting his eyes. “Let’s not look at that anymore, okay? I don’t need you losing more fluids.”

Donnie grumbles, but assents.

There’s a bit of jostling, and he realizes something is being tied around his neck, fabric. Then his arm is nestled in it, supported so it doesn’t hang limply off his side.

“Okay, that’s not the best, but it’ll do for the walk to the medbay,” says Leo. Donnie notes dimly that he’s not wearing his bandanna anymore.

“Should I carry him?” asks Raph.

“Maybe… Donnie, do you feel like you can walk, or do you need Raph to get you?”

“Can walk,” he mumbles. He isn’t sure, really, but his pride pushes him to agree.

“Okay, I don’t really trust that, but we’ll let you try. Raph, stay close.”

He gets to his feet; they feel shaky and unsteady, but he doesn’t collapse. Leo ducks under his good arm, pulling it over his shoulders so he has support without asking. Donnie goes ahead and huffs about it, but he knows if Leo hadn’t done that he would fall over.

They take their first step and Donnie groans when his arm bounces lightly off his plastron. Leo grips his good hand, giving it a squeeze.

“I know, bud, but focus on the big shot of painkillers you’re about to get. We just gotta get there.”

The walk to the medbay is torturously slow, made worse when they attract the attention of Splinter and Mikey, both of whom unleash a torrent of questions that doesn’t help the pounding in his head. “Hey, settle down,” says Raph, silencing them. “He’ll be okay, we just gotta patch up his arm.”

They get there, eventually. The lights are still out, the medbay bathed in the same red as everything else. Leo lowers him to the bed and helps him get laid out, a pillow under his feet propping them up for the shock.

He hears Leo and Raph talking in low voices above him about the backup generator, and he tries to give them instructions, though it comes out slurred and mumbled. He grimaces in frustration.

“We’ve got it, Donnie, we can figure it out,” Leo says when he leans over him.

“Don’t know… dumb dumbs.”

“Okay, good to see your sass wasn’t damaged.” Leo grins.

“Sigh,” he says, and Leo chuckles.

There’s a moment of silence as Leo goes to fetch whatever he’ll need to work; Donnie knows the basics, but all his medical knowledge slips through his fingers when he tries to access it. His brain is too foggy right now, and biology is Leo’s thing, anyway.

He does have a pressing question, though, once Leo comes back - he reaches up with his good hand, and immediately Leo puts down what he’s holding to grab it.

“Am I going to lose it?” he asks, voice trembling.

Leo’s thumb strokes on the back of his hand, and it calms him down. “I don’t think so. It’s not as bad as it feels like.”

Donnie sighs, leaning his head back. His hand goes limp in Leo’s grasp, and Leo gently lowers it back to the bed.

“Go ahead and check out. Things’ll be better when you’re awake.”

Donnie trusts him enough to listen.

~~~

He wakes up to light, the smell of antiseptic, and a dull throbbing in his arm. He groans at all of these sensations and closes his eyes again.

“Hey sleepyhead!” His brother’s voice is entirely too cheery, and Donnie hisses in response. “Okay, Grumpatello, you can go back to sleep if you want, but I thought you might like some pain meds.”

That gets his attention; he opens his eyes again, and finds that the lights have been dimmed - no red emergency light, but nothing blaring in his eyes either. Leo is next to him, holding a cup and the plastic lid from a pill bottle.

“Do you feel up to taking these orally, or do I need to start another IV?” he asks.

Donnie mumbles something that doesn’t feel like words, then holds out his hand. Leo propped the bed up at some point so he’s already sitting.

The water is handed to him first, then Leo takes the cup and dumps the pills in his hand. Donnie appreciates that he remembers his preferred way to take pills (even if he has told him it’s wrong on more than one occasion).

Once he’s swallowed them he holds out his hand for the cup again, downing all the water in three quick gulps. 

“Okay, maybe try sips next time?” Leo takes the cup back.

“Unnecessary,” he says, pleased that talking feels a little less painful. “What happened?”

Leo sits down on a stool next to his bed. “Okay, so do you remember your arm getting crushed by that… whatever it was you were working on?”

Donnie shoves down his immediate desire to explain the machine in favor of nodding. “Yes, I remember. And I remember you and Raph bringing me here. What happened…”

He can’t finish the sentence. He knows, logically, that he could just look at his arm (he can feel it, it hurts, that means it’s still there, right?), but for some stupid reason he’s too scared to.

“It’s still there,” Leo answers anyway, because apparently he’s a mind reader now (Donnie refuses to think he’s that easy to read). “Two arms and all six fingers.” He wiggles his own in demonstration.

That, finally, gets Donnie to look down. His arm is indeed there, packed tight in a cast that already has multiple purple doodles on it, courtesy of Mikey. He tries to wiggle his own fingers, but it hurts so he stops.

Still, the sigh he gives as he sinks back against his pillows is one of relief.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’ve bashed it all to pieces,” Leo continues. “Don’t even think about trying to use it for at least eight weeks. We can decide then if you need longer.” Leo is giving him his best stern look, which in reality just makes Donnie want to laugh. “You got lucky thanks to our mutant durability, but I’m serious about giving it time to heal.”

“Yeah, sure, Dr. Dumb Dumb,” says Donnie dismissively, and Leo reaches up and gives him a light but still annoying flick on the forehead.

“Worst patient ever. I’d rather have Mikey with the flu, and he gives me shit about how I make soup.” Leo leans back, looking him over. “How are you feeling, though? Woozy at all? Any pain other than the arm?”

Donnie gives a shake of his head. “I feel as well as can be expected.”

“Okay, cool.” Leo lifts his own arms over his head, stretching them out with an audible pop. “Well, you can hang out here or go back to your room. You’re stable enough.”

Donnie nods and then doesn’t make a move to go anywhere. He’d rather go to his room than stay here, with all the sterile smells and medical equipment, but he still feels wobbly. Vulnerable.

Leo, perhaps still able to read him too well, doesn’t leave either.

“...I’m glad I didn’t lose it,” he says after a moment. He can see Leo opening his mouth to say something, so he continues quickly. “I mean, I have, of course, trained myself to be ambidextrous in case such a situation arose-”

“A totally normal thing to do.”

“-but it’s more… <i>efficient</i> to have both arms.”

“You’re allowed to be happy you didn’t lose an arm, weirdo,” Leo says, reaching over and giving Donnie’s unharmed hand a squeeze that sucks any bite out of his words. “You’re allowed to be frustrated that you’re stuck like this for eight weeks. And you’re definitely allowed to be grateful to the best brother in the world for saving your life.”

“Okay, well.” Donnie pulls his hand away, swiveling to get his legs off the bed and trying not to grin too obviously at Leo’s pout. “I’m going back to my room.”

“You sure you don’t need help from your most beloved and favorite brother to get there?”

“Sure; Mikey isn’t here, though, so I guess you’ll have to do.”

“Ouch! So cold, Dee, so cold.” 

Leo loops an arm around him and pulls him into a hug, one Donnie lets him have, failing to fight his smile. He doesn’t really need the support, but he leans on Leo anyway.

[yaraaltroreboot]

Top 10 Annoying Orange Videos

Some people don’t like Annoying Orange, but for those that do, I wanna make a top 10 of episodes. As far as I researched, besides the channel itself posting a top 10 of episodes based on views, I don’t think anyone actually posted a Top 10 of Orange episodes, and I honestly think it deserves it.

The show created by Dane Boedigheimer, which was intended to be a one episodes thing, grew up to become something beyong he or any of us could imagine. This show revolves, obviously, around the main character, its ways of annoying directly or indirectly other foods, objects and guest stars in the kitchen. Though sometimes a joke CAN be carried for far too long, there ARE some good episodes that show the potential of this webseries and I’d like to show you some of my favorites.

Now, there are various holiday themed episodes, like the Christmas and Halloween themed ones, and certain episodes from Shocktober and Ask Orange series, and of course MANY movie spoofs. These are not entering the list, sorry. I’ll be focusing on episodes that are not part of a series, are not technically spoofs, challenges, or asks to any character. Mostly pattern adventures in the kitchen, other locations and those I perosnally think that used the comedy better. 

NOPE, not using the first ever episode, it’s cheating!

10 - Close Encounters of the Annoying Kind

Yeah, despite the title it isn’t a spoof episode, but it does involve the main idea: Pear and Orange get abducted. By what? Greys? Xenomorphs? Predators? Nope, BROCCOLI! Alien Broccoli! And I’m really sure the short-lived Cartoon Netwrok show took notice of this episode and saw an opportunity there. Really, I do like most of the episodes in the show, so don’t you dare judging me.

Back to the episode, that’s basically it: Orange and Pear are in a spaceship, with alien broccoli planning to dissect them. I just question why Orange seems to LIKE Justin Bieber, but this episode IS from 2010, so it was before we knew who he really is. I also really like the Broccoli Leader voiced by Evan Ferrante aka NotTomCruise. This early episode has a simple premise, the jokes flow properly, it’s good. I really like it.

9 - The Amnesiac Orange

I was torn among this one and The Exploding Orange, but honestly, I think this one has a lot more funny potential. Basically Orange gets hit in the head by a canteloupe and forgets who he is. Then, an apple comes by and trick him into believing he’s an apple. That is brilliant, and a little mean. But then again, he IS an apple.

The casting is excellent, the memory loss scenario is used very well here, and for such a short story, we have quite a lot of laughs. I at least laughed very much at this one.

8 - ZOOM!!!

Another basic plot: Orange takes an energy drink. Just that has plenty of potential, like in the Family Guy episode New Kidney in Town’s beginning. The energy drink that gives the episode its name is voiced by Bobjenz, well known for the voice of Grapefruit. And it might be the pitch, which is actually something well handled by the webseries’ characters, but hearing Zoom’s voice and excitement at his first appearance brings a big smile to my face. 

Also, adding a bit of venting here, in early episodes, Pear’s a lot more patient with Orange. He’s annoyed like everyone, but he still handles it with patience Orange’s hyper boost. Later episodes show Pear as intelligent and often hysterical, and always trying to hard to be something he isn’t. Like, in his extreme challenge videos, he seems to care too much about what others think of him. This early episodes Pear has a good will, patience and doesn’t deny being Orange’s friend, even though he’s annoying. I miss this.

7 - The Fruitbowl!

Orange and Pear narrate to us a Superbowl game and Little Apple literally becomes a part of that game. In Brazil we have the World Cup transmissions, but boy, the Superbowl events sound and look awesome, from the games to the crowd and performances. Heck, Michael Jackson started this trend.

There are funny moments, great slapstick and everyone gets a moment to shine. Marshmallow’s cute show is short but any moment with them is so cute. Please don’t bring up the gender discussion, It was settled recently that they're non-binary. This is a very good episode in my book.

6 - Clam’s Casino

This particular one is among those I hit replay for. A clam and his associates bring up a Vegas-style casino to the kitchen and we watch the Kitchen Crew, as we expect, bet and lose all their money. It’s a cliché, but clichés work when they’re properly used. 

Brock Baker gave a great performance as Johnny Clam, and the jokes are well-written and portrayed. Certainly we’ll think twice before we gamble.

5 - Pickleback

I’m really confused about why people hate Nickelback. What happened? What did I miss? Anyway, this episode shows obviously a pickle version of the band brainwashing food to get pickled despite their song apparently being awful.

And Orange’s annoyance actually manage to save the day for once. This is quite refreshing and enjoyable to see: Orange helping his friends with what he can do. Another video on the replaying book.

4 - Fan Boy

At a certain point, we were and maybe still are all fanboys and fangirls, and when we get to meet our idols in person it’s like a dream come true. Imagine being a fan that’s a fan of the Annoying Orange? 

Fan Boy’s behavior sort of remind us all of how we feel in this sort of environment. He even quotes the fan joke from an episode and how vintage things are. This episode works with what it has very nicely.

3 - Limes

Brad freakin’ Paisley! Really, Brad Paisley comes to the kitchen as a lime to cheer Orange up with a song. Musical episodes are always good, and Brad is really talented. This one reminds me a bit of Excess Cabbage, de in facto first episode of Annoying Orange I watched. So I hold it really dearly to my heart and added it to the replay book.

The song, the environment, the optimistic message, it’s a gem. I so reccomend this episode and this song.

2 - Cookie-DOH!

Everyone in the kitchen hides for Dane’s cooking something and when the oven gets open, a piece of cookie dough voice by Alexa Losey can’t wait to get in, and explains how she wants people to eat her, and the scenarios she often thought about. 

I relate to her with having big expectations and feeling very upset when none of them come true, and reality is a b-word with us. It’s a feeling we all got to deal with and maybe still have to. I call this one a relatable character and this episode a great one on my list.

Before taking a stab at our number one here are some Honorable Mentions:

Best Fiends Forever

Grapefruit moves into the kitchen and Orange and everyone else can’t even. And also a different side of one of our favorite foods.

The Leprechaun Trap

A clever parody of advertising, as you probably seen in SNL multiple times, and on many Youtube viral videos.

Bacon Invaders

Just having Harley from Epic Meal Time means we’re off to a great episode!

Annoying Marshmallow

Unlike Annoying Pear, I really like Marshmallow doing Orange’s job, and actually making everything great and enjoyable for everyone. Really, Marshie, you are the best!

The Land Beyond the Kitchen

A train ride to the title’s world and the promise of the best adventures ever.

1 - Magnet Madness

This is another on my replay book. Orange and his friends are witnesses of a situation between the fridge’s magnets, two of them voiced by Ross Everett and Eric Scwartz, later the voice of the Gaming Grape. I love bullying-dealing episodes of any media, and this one has great comedy, born from the simplest parts.

Yeah, Orange and the others are mostly aside, but they still are a part of that whole thing. This is a very funny, very good written, very interesting Annoying Orange episode. It might not be for some people, but any episode that shows a great way to deal with a bully is a fine one for me.

Do you agree with the list? What is your favorite Annoying Orange video?

[lethalityandlustmoved]

-RULES, REGULATIONS, & RANDOMNESS-

Welcome to my blog! Peek under the cut for more information. Yes, it’s required reading.

RULES

This blog, while 18+ due to all themes associated with the Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss franchise, is completely NSFW-free. I am willing to write threads that mention NSFW topics in detail, but I will not roleplay the act itself.

I am not selective at all! My only rules about who I interact with are that they cannot be minors (less than 18 years old) and that they need to give me something to work with in threads. You can write as many paragraphs as you want, but if you don’t give me something substantial to keep writing with, I cannot continue writing with you.

I would prefer if personals did not interact unless they have a roleplay sideblog, state that clearly in their blog description/pinned post, and (if they have multiple sideblogs) specify which they are intending to roleplay with. Personals are completely free to follow, however!

My memes and open starters are open to everyone, even if we haven’t interacted yet or we already have a thread! I prefer to start threads with memes, though, so please specify if you would like me to write a drabble instead.

I am on mobile and therefore cannot trim posts. If this is a problem, then I apologize, but I cannot do anything to fix that fact unless my partner is not on mobile.

This is a sideblog! Follows and follow-backs will come from @kottonkandykiller. I do have multiple roleplay sideblogs, so feel free to choose which one you would like to interact with. All asks will be on anon and I will tag my sideblog in the ask.

I’m a busy person, but rest assured, I’ve seen your reply/ask. You can absolutely nag me for replies! Sometimes I forget, sometimes I don’t have the energy, but you aren’t being annoying if you send me a reminder. In fact, please do!

I am most active on Saturdays and in the evenings on weekdays. I’m on Pacific Standard Time, and typically sleep at 9 pm and wake up at 10 am (on weekends). I get home from work anytime from 4 to 6 pm on weekdays.

I currently tag whatever I think would be triggering as topic tw, but I can tag anything that anyone messages me to tag or have in their rules that they want tagged. I have no squicks/triggers myself, but I may add to this list later on.

The muse is not equal to the mod! In Nikki’s case, his moods tend to fluctuate with mine more than my other characters, and in Zephyr’s case, their gender is affected by whatever gender I most associate with at the moment, but nothing else.

These rules may be updated later on, but for now, this’ll be it.

MUSE BIO

NAME: Nikki “Neeks” Knockout

GENDER: male

PRONOUNS: he/they

SPECIES: imp/succubus hybrid

SEXUALITY: bisexual (male lean)

OCCUPATION: freelance stripper/mercenary for hire

RESIDENCE: Pentagram City

PERSONALITY: talkative, oblivious, caring, happy-go-lucky, & sensitive.

BACKSTORY: At 13 years old, a Hellhound murdered his parents in front of him. That same Hellhound blinded him in his right eye, broke his left horn off, and scarred him all over his body. He spent a year in the hospital, having his wounds treated, learning to see with only one eye, and adjusting to having only one horn. For 3 years after that, he bounced around from orphanage to orphanage before escaping a year before becoming an adult. He tattooed the left side of his face, replaced his left horn with a prosthetic, and dyed half of his hair black. He made a name for himself as a freelance pole dancer and taught himself to use several different weapons. After surviving for several years comfortably, his luck ran out during the Extermination of 2023. He was blinded in his other eye during the process of protecting another demon from an Exorcist, and while he did manage to kill the Exorcist, he is now homeless and struggling with his new predicament.

TAG LIST

nikki knockout’s daily dose [lethality and lust]

try these ones on for size [rp memes]

get a load of this [dash commentary]

the real star of the show [mod hunter speaks]

the real star of the show [mod hunter’s art]

i’m sexy and i know it [headcanon]

this is what i look like when the lights are broken [drabble]

this a trivia game? [askbox]

come one come all [open starter]

i’ll play along for the hell of it [dash games]

it’s goin’ down for real [promo]

you’re just like my favorite song going ‘round and ‘round my head [nikki & raven]

what i gotta do to find a sub who down to choke me [nikki & north]

i can tell you’re shy and i think you’re so sweet [nikki & frosty]

a little death [nikki & angel dust]

[purrincess-chat]

Newbie author, here! Do you have any tips for me? I end up piling too many wips and find that I can't step away from one wip before finishing it. Am literally obsessed with writing a story until I get it done. Do you think I should spread my schedule and include other works (longer wips) even though there's a big chance I might focus on it too much or begin to neglect the other work? I don't want to be that one author who abandons a work. 😭😭😭

That's so exciting! Welcome to the writing community. I am probably the best and also the worst person to come to for this lol. The best because I have a lot of experience with multiple WIPs, and also the worst because I have a lot of experience with multiple WIPs. Here's what I do.

Now, I want to preface this by saying that this is just my system that works for me. Part of writing is discovering what methods work for you and developing your own process along the way, which unfortunately just takes trial and error. I recommend looking into several options to find what fits you best. That being said, I currently have 6-7 active WIPs, meaning I have posted at least one chapter of them, that I intend to finish (and several others I have abandoned indefinitely, which I'll talk about later). I also have 2 big projects in the planning stages as well as a handful of other small projects that I want to do eventually. Plus, I'm participating in the ML Big Bang again this year, so I'm working on a decently small project for that. (Like less than 20k) So, I do know a thing or two about having tons of projects open, and I'm not going to lie and say I handle all of them well all the time, but I've been getting better at managing my projects. Here's some tips that I've picked up over the past few years.

Outlines.

I know, I have been singing their praises a lot lately, and some writers like them, some don't, but seriously, if you're juggling multiple projects, outlines. When you have multiple WIPs, especially for the same fandom or similar concepts, outlines will save you from getting stories mixed up and forgetting things. Even if your outline is just a doc that you dump everything you have in your brain about the story in one block paragraph, do that. Don't rely on your memory of what you want to happen because you will forget. Write it down somewhere, so you have it to come back to when you're more ready to tackle it.

If you're like me and have more ideas than you know what to do with, I usually will dump everything about an idea that I have somewhere be it in a tumblr post or a word doc or a deranged series of rambly messages to my beta. Once I have it written down and out of my head, I can usually assess whether or not it's something I want to actively work on right now. Sometimes we get really excited about a concept because it's really fresh in our mind, and we want to see where it goes. Just writing down a detailed summary or even outlining can be enough to get over that initial impulse to start something new. This can help reduce taking on more wips than you can handle at once and potentially abandoning the one you're trying to work on. If you have an idea written down, you can always come back to it later when you've cleared up some more time and space for it.

Try to set a schedule.

I admit, I'm not the best at adhering to a schedule, but it can be helpful to make them. And you can make schedules for various different things like, I want to post this story on this day every week or every month, or I want to work on this idea around this time every day or on a specific day. Schedules can be very helpful at keeping multiple projects organized.

Work on a few at a time.

As it stands right now, even though I have a lot of open projects, I'm not actively working on all of them all the time. I tend to pick 2-3 of them to focus on at a time, and even then, that doesn't mean I'm actually writing all of them at the same time. Right now, I am actively writing my BB story (already outlined), my Ladrien enemies AU (already outlined), and I just finished writing KEWK, which is a WIP I've had open for several years that I finally got bothered enough with how long it's been open to finish. I'm also actively outlining My Dearest Buttercup (trying to figure out where the hell I want to take it), as well as a project I haven't announced yet.

Typically, I have one or two stories in the active writing stage, and one (maybe two) in the outlining stage. Outlining helps because it keeps the impulse at bay just enough because it tricks my brain into thinking I'm working on it (I mean, technically you ARE working on it, just not actively drafting). It's also helpful when you actually do get to the point of writing it because you've already made a bunch of executive decisions that could have slowed down your drafting process. Overall, it makes things run smoother.

I try to balance project lengths as well. I try not to take on two big projects at a time, or if I do, I only work on those two, no tiny projects. If I've got one big project open, I may work on a few small projects (one-shots, drabbles) or one medium sized project (like a shorter multi-chapter) along side it. The longer the project, the longer it's going to take you to finish it, so if you have two big projects open, it's going to take you longer to clear those from your plate and allow for time for other projects.

That's why I try to keep smaller projects in rotation while working on bigger things, so I can work through ideas faster and eliminate more things. I tend to have a lot of small ideas that pile up, so it helps ease some guilt to be able to clear those out. If I clear out a bunch of tiny projects, I might add in a bigger project if the first one is nearing completion. It's a delicate balancing act that I've only recently started getting better at. And again, not to sound like a broke record, outlining can help you determine which stories to rotate because you can kind of guestimate how big/long a project is going to be, so you can determine whether you want to take on a big project or focus on a smaller one.

Abandoning stories isn't the end of the world.

I know you expressed fear of abandoning stories, but sometimes it just... happens. I mentioned that I have numerous projects that I've put off indefinitely. Some of them I may go back to eventually, others I may just leave be. Sometimes you move past an idea or a concept or you lose interest in a particular story. It happens, and it's not the end of the world. Sure, some readers might be disappointed if they liked a story, but if your heart isn't in it, then you're not going to be satisfied with it (and usually your readers will be able to tell). Most of the time, my readers are very understanding if I say I don't intend to finish a story (though, it depends on the story, but I've never actively abandoned any extremely popular stories of mine).

It can make you feel really guilty, and it can make you feel like you've failed for giving up on something. But truthfully, writers do it all the time. Inspiration is lost. You realize that maybe a story just isn't working right now. I think for me, I tend to focus on how I've grown as a result of writing that work. Sometimes calling it quits can be a sign that you've grown enough to recognize that what you're working on just isn't for you anymore. Writing is a journey, and sometimes it's better to tread a new path. The act of writing is a labor of love, and if you don't love what you're writing, then you don't have to keep doing it. Allow yourself that kindness, and writing becomes a lot less stressful.

For you, I'd recommend trying the outlining method. If you've got another idea while you're working on something, spit it onto a page in some way, then decide what you want to do with it. Having multiple projects going on isn't a bad thing, and sometimes it's necessary. For my projects, I don't always work on the stories I'm actively drafting all the time. Sometimes I focus more on one than the other. Sometimes I bounce back and forth between them. Just depends.

Hopefully you found any of this helpful. If you have any more questions, feel free to send them!

[makeitastrength]

6, 9, 15, 20, 21 😊

Yay, thank you!

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

Oh absolutely! Some fics are just my happy place, you know? Or I'll get in a mood that just calls for a re-read of a certain fic. I know if I make a list right now I'll forget people and I don't want to do that. But check out my bookmarks on AO3; I've definitely read most of those fics more than once.

9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written!

Right now, I write most every day because I'm on summer break and have a lot of free time. During the school year, I don't write nearly as often. Here's a snippet of the 5x13 post-ep I've been working on:

By the time they finish dinner, Lucy is practically vibrating out of her skin. She’d texted Tim as soon as she woke up – Good morning! Looking forward to celebrating you tonight. Where do you want to go for dinner? – and he'd answered with the name of his favorite steakhouse, followed by Wear the same dress you wore on our first date. Really? she’d replied. Yes, he’d texted back almost immediately. This time, I get to be the one to take it off of you. So really, she’s been on edge since this morning, and the heated looks Tim has been throwing her all through dinner have only further heightened her anticipation. She’s caught him staring at her chest more than once as well, and she knows she looks good in this dress but apparently she underestimated just how good.

15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?

Not gonna lie, I hate coming up with titles SO. MUCH. It's honestly a main reason why I post my one-shots as collections rather than separate fics. I also never title my chapters. Probably 90% of the time, I get to the end of a fic and have no idea what to call it and find myself frantically googling song lyrics trying to find something.

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

I think I'm gonna pick the same fic I used as an answer for a previous question. I actually came up with the title pretty early on for this one, and I managed to kind of build it into each chapter, so I felt like it worked even better than I initially intended.

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

I absolutely have, although I can't think of a specific example off the top of my head. But I know there have been scenes that I spent so long trying to figure out how to work it into the fic and I just couldn't. It's so frustrating. But sometimes when you finally just delete it, the rest of the fic falls together.

(I don't ever delete it completely, though; I have a document where I copy/paste things I've removed, just in case they might ever fit into another fic later on.)

Fanfic writer ask game

Here are my answers to previous asks

[allknowingfaith]

RULES

IMPORTANT FOR PERSONALS AND EVERYONE ALIKE: Do not reblog any threads that you’re not apart of!  I’ve had this happen to me too many times and I’ve gotten tired with messaging people who refuse to take my posts down.  If you do this, I WILL BLOCK YOU.

For Personals: While I will not write threads with you?  I’m still fine with you sending asks and questions for my muses.  Even though this is an RP blog, this account is still considered an Ask blog too in my eyes.

Don’t try and spam me if I haven’t gotten back to replying to your thread.  

I usually reply to 1-2 threads a day, just to keep myself from burning out too quickly.  Most replies that you DO get from me will usually turn up within a two week time span.  However, you’re allowed to message me once or twice if I forgotten to get back to your thread within a month.  Sometimes I do tend to forget threads if I’m busy, or tend to drop them suddenly due to time constraints or I’m just not feeling for it anymore. However, if you feel I haven’t gotten to you in a while and you want to keep a certain thread going? Feel free to let me know.

Don’t get angry at me if I haven’t replied to your thread right away.  I’m human as well, you know.

I am NOT a RP meme achieve!  Please do not reblog RP Memes from me if you’re not intending to send one in return.  I’ve seen it done so many times on here that it just really hurts people only use me for that sort of content.  If you want to use/save it for later (like Reblogging/Liking it), go to its source, not my own reblog!  I don’t need that stuff clogging my notifications. Consider this as a warning: I WILL softblock or hardblock you if you continue to do this repeatedly.  This rule isn’t here for show!

I will NOT put up with having my muse(s) being controlled by others.  If it’s something minor though?  Please just ask.

My ideals and morals are not to be reflected in that of the expression/actions/and thoughts of my muse(s).

Please do not accept my muse(s) as a lover/spouse, unless it has been properly discussed between muns.

I am open to any story genres, but I’m semi selective when it comes to smut writing.  It just depends on the context.  If I ever feel uncomfy, I WILL let you know.

I’m also a Multi-ship blog, any ship that takes place here is fine by me.  However I will not ship minors with my muse(s).

Please do not harass me or send in anon hate.  You will be blocked instantly if I see that at all in my inbox.

Do not try to bring me into any personal drama of yours, especially with other users.

I do not accept oneliners.  I find it very hard to work with replies that are very short, as it doesn’t give me much to work with.  The only exceptions for this rule are asks or people sending rp memes.

Please don’t spam my notifications with a bunch of likes every 30 seconds. Unless you’re a close mutual, this type of behavior can get really annoying after a bit. I will not hesitate to block you.  (Liking things every now and then is fine.  It’s just when it overtakes my entire notification box is the issue.)

If you gotten this far and read this entire page: Let me know by sending “By the old faith, I summon thee..” In my inbox then!

[mud-castle]

Hi mud not to be a downer but recently some un-nice things have happened to me and I was wondering if you had any tips on how to keep motivated when you lose motivation. The specific events have zapped away some of my drive for drawing (and acting) at the moment. And I was hoping if you had any tips on how to get over that. Sorry if this is a bit intrusive. Hope you have a great day!

Oh, I'm really sorry to hear that.

First and foremost, always take care of your needs first. Have you eaten? Drank water? Slept enough? Taken your meds? You come first. Sometimes when you've had a really bad time you don't need to draw, you just need to take time to process, maybe cry, maybe sleep, maybe eat, hang out with friends, etc.

If you're good on these fronts, then I've got some advice, I'm not sure how good it will be, but it's what I usually do.

So, if I had a bad day and/or I'm feeling just sad, I usually draw something simple that makes me happy. Could be flowers, hearts, patterns, eyes, etc. I really like expressions so I usually default to this (school kinda really sucks so my notes just have sketches all over them). It could help you pull up enough motivation to draw what you intended to, it could not, but it usually makes me feel a little better.

If I'm trying to get something specific done, something I do is I just tell myself to at least sketch the guidelines of the pic. It kind of tricks my brain because I hate leaving guidelines as is in case I come back later and forget what/who I'm drawing. So I tell myself to add just a few more details just to flesh it out so I know what to do when I come back later. But now it looks kinda messy, so I erase and remark some parts/ add another layer to clear everything up and oop I'm suddenly making the thing. Going step by step instead of thinking of the whole process at once helps.

If it's for an au or story of some sort, something that really helps me is writing it down. My brain is usually making things seem larger than they need to be, but when I write down what I want to draw it kind of just grounds me. And it also gets me excited to put the words into actual visuals, because my brain has an idea of what I wanted to draw, but the writing specifies what I'm doing.

Changing the media used can also help. Personally, sketching on paper that's not meant to be drawn on (e.g. notebook paper, graphing paper, etc.) is mentally easier than doing digital. I think it's cause when I'm drawing digitally I'm subconsciously expecting it to be fully polished by the time I'm done, but when I turn to like notebook paper, I know it's going to stay a sketch so I'm not too worried about it. And if I really like it, I snap a picture, send it to myself, and pull it up on my art software so I can polish it up.

If the thought of drawing actually just makes me freeze from stress I just don't. It's alright to just not draw sometimes, you're not obligated to. It's hard for me to recognize when I should just stop trying to make myself do it, considering I post online on multiple blogs so there's kind of a feeling of expectation you subconsciously put on yourself. Occasionally I step back and just sort of tell myself "I don't want to draw right now, and that's okay." And taking that stress off your shoulders does wonders.

Same with having a really bad time, and not feeling up to it. Again, always take care of yourself first and foremost. The pencil isn't going anywhere.

It takes time to know when you should push through the lack of motivation to draw, and when you're just doing more harm than good by trying to force yourself Lord knows I'm slow to recognize it in myself.

I really hope this helps, and I hope you feel better soon!

[kitkatt0430]

2, 8, 18, 30 and 37 for the fanfic ask game!!

2.) Where do you get your fic ideas?

A lot of places really.

I get a lot of fix fic ideas from rewatching or replaying games. (Or first watch through for particularly egregious problems. *glaring right at The Flash*)

Sometimes I'll just turn certain plot elements from the show around in my mind until I come up with a way to remix the plot some how. That's how I got things like Gideon Vs The Reverse Flash where I took the idea that Gideon was more than the show lets her be and really ran with it. Sometimes it's a bit of a silly idea. Sometimes it's more serious, like with Flash Back where Barry tells Eobard more about the future than intended. Or I just completely rearrange the plot like in Neighbors and Butterflies.

Prompts help a lot for coming up with post canon and alternate canon fics too. A Touch of Forgetfulness surprisingly did not come from an amnesia prompt, but from these three prompts: Established Relationship, Domestic Fic, and Getting Together. I wondered how I could have both the two of them in an established relationship and getting together at the same time. And I landed on the idea of the two of them being married but one of them had their memories messed with so they have to get together all over again.

And I get a lot of fusion fic ideas from watching other media or playing video games or the like.

But honestly, there's just no telling what's gonna spark a weird idea that turns into my next fanfic. :D

8.) Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

Savitar sings songs that play on the radio in 2023 when he gets anxious. It is not currently 2023.

18.) Do you enjoy research?  Which fic of yours required the most research?

Yes and no? Sometimes reality gets in the way of a good fic idea. But sometimes I learn really interesting things that... don't make it into the fic after all. And sometimes the realism I can add thanks to research makes the fic better. It can be frustrating when I do research and it winds up not being useful for whatever reason, but it's nice when it does.

I'm not really sure which fic required the most research. Though off the top of my head, I remember doing a lot of research for Hello Hadley about the different types of power of attorney - media often throws the term around like it's one single thing but surprise! it can actually refer to several different things. I also looked a little into the process of adoption when two people are already legally related - but I also left a lot up to poetic license.

30.) How much do you edit your fics?  Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

Um... sometimes what I post is the first draft. In fact... most often what I post is the first draft. Depends on how confident I feel about the fic on whether I do a second draft. I always edit for grammar and typos as best I can since I don't have anyone beta read for me. Since it's my favorite hobby, but still just a hobby, I aim more for fun than perfection. There are some cases where in retrospect i might wish I had spent a bit more time drafting, but I think maybe that just means I need to get more comfortable going back to edit fics later.

37.) What fic has been the hardest for you to write?

Any long (or long-ish) fic that's unfinished. I'm still struggling with not getting stuck in the middle of long fics. Complicated and Messy, Road Trip, The Day After the World Ended (It Continued to Spin On Its Axis Just Fine) ...

One of those days I'm finally gonna finish that last one, I swear. (It's been unfinished so long. *sniffle*)