#this ask is writing fuel THANK YOU

[shiftylinguini]

re: that rowena post, I want you to know I'm obsessed with your samwena period blood ritual fic. I was so excited when I saw your username and realized you were THAT shiftylinguini. you are my hero, that fic SLAPS. thank you

oh dang, thank you, hi!! that fic was such a good time to write, it just turned up and was like "here I am, fully formed, manifest me thx m8" which is a mood I am forever chasing LOL. I expected roughly no one to read it and so I'm so happy you read it and liked it and remember it. Sam being unhinged about Mark of Cain era Dean/Deanmon is the high nutrient diet that sustains me and I genuinely enjoyed writing Rowena so fucking much. She and Sam have the most interesting dynamic and such a satisfying arc and throwing a sex ritual into that mix felt right and good and THANK YOU x

[kyouka-supremacy]

Thoughts on akutagawa being drawn with no highlights in his eyes, hair, coat, or on rashomon,,,like everything is drawn pure black? I like when he's drawn a little bit like not-human--contrasts real well with Atsushi's dilemma of being a tiger, personally thinking. Also like when he's drawn like a void. Little bit like the cryptid creachur he is. I think you wrote something about it in the tags on panels in his introduction in the Manga. I like to think other characters also see him the way we see him so his void ass scares the fuck out of others too. Man's skeevin and tweakin even in his design

I'm OBSESSED with Akutagawa's design. Look at him. This is what he looks like on a white background:

And this is what he looks like on a black background:

It's BRILLIANT. He literally disappears in the black. He's the ultimate monster. In his appearance, he embodies what above all is most scary for the human psyche: the darkness, the unknown. The way Harukawa took advantage of the the art rule of never using pure black by breaking it in the most clever way! No light gets reflected on him, because his form absorbs everything– is absolute darkness. Visually, his figure itself is Rashomon eating everything it encounters, and it's genius.

He is so nightmare coded. I love his big, inscrutable eyes that look like two voids, two black holes. I love how oftentimes you can't tell where Rashomon ends and where he starts, I love how sick and unhealthy he looks. I love how he looks scruffy like an abandoned dog. I love how young he looks– way younger than he is. It gives the impression of a ghost, someone who was killed before growing up and is now stuck with his young appearance no matter how many centuries pass.

I adore everything about these chapter 33 pages. The way he initially appears as just a single black shape, hardly resembling a human. His crunched, unnatural stance. The staggering. The way you can feel with your senses the thick and sticky blood. The top picture is the left page of the manga, so just imagine the visual impact of turning the page to be hit with an almost full-black page- it's meant to impress, it's meant to shake. The way he's one with the darkness: no textures on him, only white making out his outlines. The way you can't tell where his coat ends. His left arm hanging numb, limp, lifeless, inhuman. The spurts of blood on his face. His smile, how you won't notice it at first and how that makes it all the more disquieting; its juxtaposition with the violence that surrounds him and that he is the cause of. The way he covers his face, the impressions of hiding and looming. His face being split, which only adds to the horror elements. Akutagawa's character design as a whole is an ode to the gothic and grotesque.

And then this. Hello??????????????? The progression from how Akutagawa used to be to the last time we saw him alive is astonishing. It's upsetting. It really makes me wanna cry from a technical execution standpoint alone (imagine from a plot related standpoint). All the black is now replaced with predominant white, everywhere. His shirt is white and candid and pure, emphasizing contrast with the splash of blood in a way that almost results sickening. The blood on him is his this time. His face looks rounder, and healthier, and he overall looks more mature. His smile is sincere and genuine, it's light, it's affectionate. This scene is the culmination of Akutagawa's character both visually and thematically: the monster, Akutagawa, too, can be good, and arguably had good within him since the very start. Does it really matter if he lives after this? His character already developed to be the best version of himself‚ and this panel here is the proof.

Further readings: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)

[active-mind-15]

[Art related to my fic, Accidental Siblings.]

Friendos! I'm back with more cute baby Bokushi fanart based on this headcanon of mine from my fic. I know Mibuchi has shorter hair in Extra/Last Game, but I like being in denial so I gave him back his inches. Anyway, hope you enjoy the fluffiness. 🤭

[green-tea-lemonade]

OH MY GOD YOU'RE BACK I'M SO HAPPY!!! YOU ARE MY FAVORITE ARTIST EVER EVER EVER AAAAHHHH

AAAAAA thank you that literally means so much for me to hear!!!!! YESSS!!! I am back!!! >:33

I have so much SolNep content I wanna spew out from silly doodles to very random AU art to actual stories and more!!!!

[seventh-district]

not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

[good-beanswrites]

LCSYS ask again(undercover asker here hiiiiiaufhghghgn)thank you for responding!!!! ilovfe seeing your ideas theyre such good fuel in between trials❤️❤️

i was wondering how th prisoners would react to es’ usage of violence, like some of the younger prisoners complaining about it while the older are concerned because Hello Where did that stem from???? you cant tell me es’ “phew, i feel so much better” after hitting shidou didn’t send his mind racing a million miles per minute

ALSO curious about YONAH………… similar to how red’s violence towards es was scripted, was kotoko’s monologue about es being imperfect Also scripted, or was it on her own? yonah is probably my favourite voice drama of all time and I’m curious about how it would be interpreted in this au 🫶

Ah hello again! Thank you so much for reaching out -- every time I think I've covered everything you guys hit me with a new insane detail that makes my brain go brrrrr >:3

Because OMG I spent so much time thinking of the faked violence, I don't know why I never put as much attention on the flipside! I love the idea of Jackalope assuring them, "there will be no physical punishments. We'll talk about restraints but that's all fake. We'll make up injuries between trials but that's all fake. You don't have to worry about any real pain." And then this 15yo strolls up, interrogation one, ready to smack someone😅😅😅

Seriously though, I think it would come as a pretty big surprise to the group. They knew it was a possibility, but didn't think Es was that likely to attack, since they've made a few comments about being against violent punishments. Haruka comes back to mention the slap, and Yuno follows their instructions and says she also suffered violence, and the group is Shocked. I think it would just kill Fuuta that he wasn't allowed to hit back and avenge the others. He probably has the most complaints about the situation (and is insanely relieved that he get by in his own interrogation.) In a feeble attempt to get back at Es and make them feel bad, he encourages Muu to cry and make a big show about being afraid of them. Muu is frightened enough that it doesn't take much persuasion... I think Kotoko and unfortunately Amane wouldn't mind the threat, they both have lives in which authority showing power isn't out of place (and maybe Haruka?). Mahiru, too, thinks it's just the way a prison guard can run their prison if they want, though she's determined her charm will keep things running pleasantly.

Kazui reaches out asap* to question the legality of the experiment, since they're allowing children to get hit, even if by other children. There's a tangle of signatures and consent from everyone involved so it's okay, but the whole thing still rubs him the wrong way. He knew the experiment was a bit shady, but he(Though, this does make his first vd kind of funny -- instead of actually talking through his theories on the prison, now it feels like he's just egging Es on to see if they'll actually hit him...)

And I really like that idea that Shidou's dad instincts kick in (or maybe it's doctor instincts)! He'd understand if it was a child trying to play the role of an intimidating adult, but the way Es is doing things, the things they're saying, it all points to something deeper going on in Es' head. I can see him sitting down with the others and Jackalope to discuss. Of course Milgram gives him very little to work with, but this still kickstarts everyone's efforts to make sure Es is also taken care of post-Milgram.

*I just realized I'm still a bit fuzzy on communication during the trials. Jackalope can definitely get information to the prisoners (most commonly the 'voices' they're supposed to be hearing based on Es' notes, but also in case of emergency changes or things). I was picturing the prisoners unable to communicate outward until the trial ends, as it builds up the feeling of isolation and imprisonment. The issue is, I feel like Jackalope would want to keep that line open in case the prisoners had questions/issues with the experiment that affected their acting. So idk if the prisoners voice these concerns about Es mid-trial or they're forced to wait. I'll get back to you on that, hm

And Yonah!!

I wasn't avoiding spoilers, I actively looked for snippets here and there, but it was this ask that finally motivated me to sit down and watch it through -- and I'm SO GLAD I DID 👀 It's really well-written and wonderfully acted!! I'm floored with the whole thing omg

I really like the idea that the Milgram team instructed Kotoko to mention Es' imperfection to rattle them a bit, but left the specifics to her. Jackalope thought she'd just make some quick comment, and does a double take when he listens in on the interrogation and realizes she has a lot to say on Es and the way Milgram is run.

Jacklope told her to be harsh with Es, and she thought that was no problem at all. She felt those opinions strongly and wasn't going to go easy on the criticism just because they were a kid. She goes into the interrogation ready to stay completely put-together... and then surprises everyone and herself when Es' distress moves her to pull them into a tight hug and tell them everything's going to be alright ;---;

[sehtoast]

Inspired by the cozy corner talks about tiny Homelander, I got to thinking about maybe how Ben loves the idea of smol Homie and likes to doodle cute versions of themselves.

During a lull in crime fighting, Ben pulls out a sketchpad and begins doodling chibis of himself and his boyfriend while Homelander is confused about why people like depicting his godlike self as a tiny person, Ben has to explain how these adorable mini characters capture the essence of cuteness that he sees in his beloved boyfriend.

More Benlander please 🙏

;_; thank you for requesting my boys. i'm sorry this took so long

“What are you doing?”

They’d perched up on the Chrysler building once again for the night– their usual spot.  Benjamin had brought his bag, which seemed a little off to Homelander.  From it, he pulled a beat up notebook and a pencil that looks like it’d seen better days at least a few years ago.

“Drawing,” Ben says.  

The bug is resting against Homelander’s back while he gazes out at the city.  The curiosity becomes killer after a while, especially with that scratchy sound of graphite on paper permeating his every thought.  Homelander turns slightly and rests his chin on Ben’s shoulder, peering over but still supporting his little spider’s position.

“Eugh, those things,” Homelander groans.  It’s those damn tiny cartoons again.  People are always drawing him like this and posting it on social media.  Some tiny, upbeat, no nose having, cutie-pie silly thing.  Now Benjamin was doing it too.  “C’mon babe, can’t you draw me looking like, I don’t know… Cool?”

At that, Ben deviates from the other figure and immediately starts drawing sunglasses over the tiny Homelander.

“Not what I meant!”  

“I dunno, I think you look good with some shades,” Ben replies with a cheeky grin.  The bug moves back to drawing the other figure, which slowly manifests into looking more and more like himself in full costume.  “Besides, you are that cute- and these capture it perfectly.  You give me cuteness aggression and stuff.”

He joins the two drawings at the hands, sketching hearts in the space above their heads.

“If that’s what you wanna call it…” Homelander rolls his eyes, but he can’t help the tickle in his heart at such a statement and… cute display of their relationship.  “What other stuff do you got in that book?”  There had to be more, right?  Benjamin was at least halfway through the pages.

“Oh just… stuff.” Ben replies.  In truth, there were quite a few pages like this– some even dated back to before they were unofficially-official.

Homelander’s arm comes to circle around Ben’s torso, pulling him even closer.

“Show me?” 

In truth, he found these little things interesting.  Sure, Benjamin was many great things, but he was also lots of little things.  Little peculiarities, hobbies, fascinations.  Just when he thinks he knows everything about the bug, Benjamin reveals something new and fascinating.

Inside the sketchbook is a multitude of scribblings.  Characters Benjamin likes, sketchy skylines, chunks of text more along the lines of journal entries…  The best, though, is when Homelander notices the first doodlings of himself and the way they become more and more abundant.  They grow in detail and elaboration until it’s clear he’s taking up most of his little spider’s thoughts.  Hearts around his name, his face, side profile, silhouettes of him blocking out the corners of several pages…  So much more than those little monstrosities his little love bug had been scribbling just seconds ago.

Maybe he’ll let it slide that Ben draws him so… adorably.

[katkat030]

Ooooh what the thing you're writing abt?

You are SO kind and thank you for asking!

I threw those tags out there fully expecting no one to actually poke me about it and I'm really happy you did :)

Mutuals who know me from elsewhere,,, I already put a summary of this under the story time thread so I guess I have no excuses for not making this public

I'm writing a fic based of the DBHC au (Detroit Become Hermitcraft) comics by Shepscapades (if you're not familiar with it, I highly recommend you check out their blog!! I have SUCH brainrot and the storyline and art are so compelling)

DBHC is a Hermitcraft narrative of sorts that makes use of the android mechanics from the video game Detroit Become Human

here (1), here (2) and here (3) is sort of where it all starts (but I highly recommend looking through the DBHC au tag on their profile <- that link's in reverse chronological order btw so you don't have to scroll down first)

Basically, Xisuma designs androids (like Mumbo, Etho, Impulse and Doc) to assign to some of the hermits (Grian, Bdubs, Pearl and Ren to name a few) at some point around season 8 or maybe earlier, and they help with things like building, terraforming and probably resource gathering.

And at first they're androids, like "command me to do this and I will", but then they deviate, sometimes through a traumatic event or just by nature for whatever reason, and become more human, sentient in a way. And after Etho deviates, him and Bdubs start to become very close friends, with feelings attached, but the gist I get is that Etho doesn't entirely know what he's experiencing, and I think Bdubs is... probably in denial.

anyway, I could go on for hours about this but that's the basis of Shepscapade's DBHC au.

I'm writing an incredibly fluffy (and fighting the urge to write angst. but I may include a pinch, we'll see) oneshot about the two of them. Current plans is that they've been planting saplings (Etho was originally designed to help with terraforming and that, after all) and it's late afternoon, so Bdubs being Bdubs is very, very tired.

And tired people are clingy, they let their guard down a bit, they start giving in slightly to things they don't have enough energy to fight.

Like the urge to reach out and go hey, come back, I actually want you to play with my hair, I want you to lie with me in the sunshine, I want to listen to the sound of your android heart (thirium pump) because it's a reassurance that even though my eyes are closed you're still nearby, I want you here, and I'm going to hang on to you because I don't ever want you to leave again.

[shhh-secret-time]

Hey girlfriend I am thinking of getting into writing my own stuff because you have inspired me so very much. I wanted to ask you, as my fav smut author, how do you feel about the use of anatomically correct terms in spicy stories? I saw some post on here a while ago saying it was weird and offputting but personally, I’m like super into it. What’s your opinion on that from a writer’s perspective?

Watch your tone when you begin writing.

For my one story involving Kenny, I went for a more melancholy softer tone. I was using a more gentle loving making vibe.

For the Kyle request, Ginger Snap, involving the breeding kink, it was more raw. Same with the Mystery Tool.

Make an outline, read through some AO3 tags and find what lines up with your work! Keep practicing and remember that it's going to feel a little awkward at first!

Don't be afraid to read other stories and take inspiration from other authors! Your greatest tool is reading!

[blorbologist]

Modify Memory and Cass?

27. Modify Memory

"You attempt to reshape another creature's memories. One creature that you can see must make a Wisdom saving throw. If you are fighting the creature, it has advantage on the saving throw. On a failed save, the target becomes charmed by you for the duration. The charmed target is incapacitated and unaware of its surroundings, though it can still hear you. If it takes any damage or is targeted by another spell, this spell ends, and none of the target's memories are modified.

At Higher Levels: If you cast this spell using a spell slot of 6th level or higher, you can alter the target's memories of an event that took place up to 7 days ago (6th level), 30 days ago (7th level), 1 year ago (8th level), or any time in the creature's past (9th level)."

“Your brother,” says Scanlan, “is going to kill me.”

Cassandra de Rolo was expecting some sort of dramatics from him, so she finishes her sip of tea before placidly replying, “Only if you tell him.”

The bard has just the faintest bit of grey in his hair, now. Or maybe he always had it, but Cass never noticed while he was here. Now - after the year of absence, after Vecna, after the wedding - he wears his charisma more naturally. Less armor, more a well-fitted jacket.

She’d like to think the time away changed him. It’s what she’s gambling on, quite frankly.

Scanlan continues to pace, frowning. “Okay, sure, but the last few times I’ve done this people got really fucking pissed at me. Which, I get it now, it was not cool. Kaylie really laid into me for the whole Jarett thing -”

Cass does not know about the whole Jarett thing. She does know about the stunt that brought her here. Or, more accurately, had her summon Scanlan as discreetly as she could while not leaving room for him to make any crude jokes.

‘Grand Mistress of the Grey Hut’ was almost funny, when Vex’ahlia told her the story. Almost, mostly for how Percy turned beet red, less for how his fingers twitched when he described the uncanny effect of his memory being fiddled with. How, for those moments, that was his reality. 

“I don’t want to live with this anymore,” she says quietly, before she can sink too deeply into her thoughts. At least this confirms Scanlan is paying attention - he stops to look at her, brows furrowed in concern.

She doesn’t trust Scanlan as far as she can throw him. Which is farther than most would think - rapiers are light but it takes a good arm to move them fast - but the point still stands.

But he’s a father, now, and apparently devoted enough to the role to take it seriously. Enough to put his child first. That newfound parental instinct is what she’s hoping will get him to agree - and, more importantly, behave.

There’s a tense moment where Scanlan hovers by the door, almost considering leaving. They both know Percy and Vex are with baby Vesper in the courtyard, and he could snitch on her easily. 

Instead, he relents and sits. “Is this oolong? I’d hope the staff know I like oolong by now.” It is, actually, and Cass had kept it in mind. She indulges in a little smirk when he smiles at the taste. Barely. “So. Modify Memory. What’s the order?”

Cass inhales chamomile and mint through her nose. Subtly, as she’d learned to do beneath Delilah’s gaze. It doesn’t smell like the castle, but like she’s outside, in the sun, in the grass. Away from these trembling stone walls.

“Seven years ago,” she says. “The day the Briarwoods attacked. After dinner.”

She’d considered asking him to remove the sight of Sylas. Sylas, again, a few weeks ago. He’d killed Vex’ahlia. He could have killed her, and baby Vesper, and - 

But, no. Too many people were there, and knew she was there, and would be confused if she did not recall the events in all their terrible clarity.

Percy lost sight of her, during the massacre. They never spoke of it. And never will.

(She does not want to see the deep stain in the hardwood and know who it was. She does not want to remember Julius’ face. She wants to pretend, play pretend, a little girl with her dolls, that she had hid her face in her skirts and hid herself in the walls and hadn’t looked.)

Scanlan grimaces. “That far back? Well, fuck, okay. Not like I use that much juice often anyways.” He takes a long sip of his tea, like he might a hard liquor. “Okay. Alright. I can only change ten minutes of your memory. You know that, right?”

Cassandra had not. But she looks back - for the last time, if this goes well - and says,

“Ten minutes should do it.”

“Fuck,” says Scanlan.

[Send me a spell and I'll write a ficlet/snippet to go with it!]

[deoidesign]

hey just wanted to say your art’s amazing (i binged your comic, it’s so good, v well written) thanks for being a creator!

Thank you so much!!!

Thank you for being a reader and for being here and sharing with me.

Things like this really help keep me going <3 It's a real reminder of why I do what I do, which is just to make people have a good time haha

So I'm glad!!! Thank you!

[pawbeanies]

mm thinking about helping your highness get ready. going to your chambers to wake you up, cooing softly at how messy your hair is, and helping you up out of bed. picking your clothes out and helping you get dressed, softly praising you about how regal you look. I'd make an offhand comment about how you wear whatever I pick like a dog wears his collar and click my tongue. you hear me, but I wave you off and direct your attention to breakfast. setting your food on the table in front of you and telling you to be a good boy and eat your food, clicking my tongue. again, you question me, and again, I wave you off. that continues all day. I help you with something, praise and click, and then move on before you think too much about it. eventually, you subconsciously begin to anticipate the clicks and associate them with me serving and praising you. one day, I notice you struggling with some work and decide that you're in need of a break. so, i come up behind you and rub your shoulders. i tell you that you've been working so hard, click. you've been such a good prince, tending to your responsibilities, click. on and on i go, gradually pulling you away from your work and closer to me. at this point, even if you don't know what to expect from me getting on my knees, your body does; to be serviced.

- 🌹

whining?? whining??? mean??? MEAN??

hi hii thank you for the ask but hgh this one's so mean. i'm not squirming at the thought of being spoiled and praised and clicker trained by my very good dog. nope not at all.

hh. my brain has been melting at this one for a bit and i cannot think of WORDS but. the concept is so good i think like !! even just the. bit about taking care of me in the morning is soo. i may be a prince but i am also a pupy... i'm not much of a morning person so i'm sure i'd be extra pliant too... going along with it without much fuss

i would be confused at first of course but you take such good care of me that i'd simply just get used to it with no need for too many questions. i wouldn't think about it too hard.. there's so many other things for me to think about after all. not even realizing i'm getting used to it and anticipating it.... clicker training your prince is!! very mean and cruel but also. maybe i am. a dumb dog at heart too so it would be so easy.. anticipating the clicks not unlike how i anticipate these asks and get. so excited when i see the rose at the end i mean what who said that?

hgh. by the time you'd actually be able pull me away from work i'd be so desperate for it. squirming in my chair and whining a little bit because my body is expecting it even though my brain hasn't caught up yet. but since you made this happen you'd better take responsibility and take good care of me (please..)

[loveshotzz]

OOOOOOHHHHH MY GOD all i really wanted with you looks SOO good!!! i’m so excited to read them!!! did u get any inspo from lilacletters dilf piece??? they’ve got the same vibes and if it’s anything like that fic i KNOW all these little blurbs are gonna be a masterpiece 😍😍 thanks for sharing your writing with us!!

Hi baby!! I’m so happy that you’re excited, I’m excited to share it with you! Autumn’s fic is phenomenal it deserves all the praise, you can find it here if you haven’t read it. (go read it right now if you haven’t) She worked so hard on it. 💗

But with that being said based on other asks i’ve gotten today. The only similarity would be that he’s older and our neighbor. Reader in my series is freshly 30 and decided to move to Chicago from the small town she’s lived all her life because of a promise she made to herself when she was 20.

Steve isn’t a dad in this series, and is a widower who just reached the point in his life where he takes his wedding ring off. Living in a house that was suppose to be for them, he makes the the choice to try and dip his toes back in.

The series is going to be blurbs of chance encounters between the two of them that lead to something more. each blurb will take place at different points in their summer. (older!eddie makes an appearance in one too for my eddie girls)

[serendipitouscontaminant]

Sorry to pop in again so soon, but I just had to return and offer a little more praise.

Okay so after reading the 3rd part and letting all of that settle on my soul - and getting over my initial "omg I fricking love this fic" excitement - I just need to say I am floored by your storytelling prowess. Your description of things are so immaculate that there's no question as to what you mean and how that feels/looks/sounds etc. Lines like "Barbie feels like her insides have been scooped out and replaced with fragile things. She has to move slowly, breathe carefully, to keep from jarring them, because they’ll grow stronger but they haven’t yet." Perfect. Anyone who's been there knows exactly how that feels like and knows you've described it to a T. I love how you were able to take complicated things like that and put words to them.

Your characterizations are spot-on. Ken saying he felt "spinny"? Like yeah, I could totally hear it in my head, and it was definitely believable he said that. But more than that though, you helped us readers understand what these two were *feeling* and did so without sacrificing who we saw in the movie. It's like I was a doll experiencing humanity for the first time too, in all its good and bad.

The detailing of how they feel about being human - "but she still wakes up with her flesh and blood heart beating too fast and her flesh and blood skin sticky with cold sweat (yuck)" - and how they're coping with it - "Gloria feels her stomach lurch when she sees his hands, cuticles and nails picked at and chewed on, every imperfection worried at until they’re impossible to ignore. Barbie has the same problem, but a spinning ring and a flawless manicure every time she gets her hair touched up have mostly taken care of it." - are beautiful in their own way. I really can't get over how you've really helped the readers put themselves in their shoes and feel as they feel in their newfound humanity.

Not to mention how you've developed their platonic soulmate AU which I am HERE FOR. I love it so much, like that last part with their foreheads touching had me in tears. And the angst - my word! - also had me in tears too. Those poor babies.

Anyway, as I said before: you're a genius with wonderful gifts, and thank you for sharing them with us. I will definitely be keeping an eye on your Ao3 to see any more posting in the future if you so choose to do so. But please, please may we have at least one little thing where Ken gets some happiness please? I think he's earned it, but that's just me.

I'll leave you alone now, but I just really needed to share this. Thanks again <3

Thank you SO much for this and I am not put upon at all :D I love getting compliments about my work lol so definitely don’t apologize

Genuinely thank you, though, because I’m so glad you feel that way about the fics. I’m trying very hard to convey the humanness vs. dollness of it all, and to have the characters talk and act like themselves, just in this really weird and often sad situation. I’m also glad the spinny lines worked lol. I was like “how would Ken describe the feeling of spiraling?” and that’s what I got.

AND YEAH, someone said in the comments on the first fic that it was giving dark soulmate AU vibes, and I was like yayyy love that that was noticeable, and I’ve kept leaning on it because I think it’s so interesting. (Though the darker aspects have faded.)

And lmao I swear Ken will have a good time soon!!! I genuinely started feeling bad for him at a certain point in the last fic of the trilogy and I was like “man, I need this guy to pet a horse or something and possibly not even cry once within three thousand words.” But he’s going through the very beginning of the adjustment period in that trilogy, so it is Not easy. But again—things will look up for him now!!! I have plans!!!

(I do also have plans for more heavy angst, but my threat of a fic where Ken just overall has a great time still stands. I actually have plans for it to maybe be the first fic in the vignette collection that will probably be the last entry in this series. But plans change, so don’t quote me on that. Things WILL look up, though.)

(Also, obligatory link to the series: something in me in you.)

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Hiiii, it's me, happy Friday!! For the fic writing asks~ 💫 & 🎀

Hi lovely!! Happy Saturday!! Thanks for brightening my inbox!!

💫 - what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

First of all, I love and am grateful for every single comment and piece of feedback that I receive. They are fuel for when the doubts start creeping in, which happens more than I’d like to admit. But I think that my favorite kind of feedback has to be when someone connects with some part of my writing, whether on a personal level or just because something really stuck with them. When someone says that they felt something or that something resonated with them or made them think about it after they’ve finished reading? I do a happy dance. Or when someone says that I’ve nailed characterization. That’s a very very very very close second.

🎀 - give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Ew. No.

🙄 Okay fine, but just know that I’m not enjoying this at all.

I think I do a decent job when it comes to writing dialogue. I try to write it the way people actually speak - with broken sentences, interruptions, pauses for motion or thought, conversational language, etc. And if a character has a specific speech pattern or vocabulary (lookin at you, Ezra) I try to do my best to replicate it without reusing too much canon dialogue and just come up with things that sound like something that character might say.

Ugh. That was gross.

[jeoseungsaja]

What's your role in a tragic play?

bold protagonist

you're the star of the show, baby! and boy does that come with a lot of emotional turmoil. you have a seemingly endless supply of determination. whether you have a lot of goals, or one big one, you're constantly working towards it. you're pretty restless, and struggle with imposter syndrome and generally feeling like you should be doing more. your insecurity might not be immediately obvious to others, however, as you come across as very strong and bold. vulnerability is not your strong suit, and that's likely to be your downfall. if only you had just let people in, and asked for help... well, maybe this was always gonna be a tragedy.

TAGGED BY: @rippleofwords TAGGING: @astremourante | @mythvoiced | @ofgentleresolve (How about K? 👀) | @eclavigne & whoever wishes to do this one!!