#amuseoffirebane

✏️ Do you write every day?

I try too!!! some days I don't manage too but i try too!! I like writing a lot.

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

I really like auspicious!! I've spent a lot of time studying second person writing styles and i think i succeeded really well with fun grammar there!! I also really like that bit in the buster fic where i used corrupted metaphors to establish vibe. which has not been published yet. but you know the bit. i send it to you.

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?

It really depends! I suppose I am a plantser with this in mind. It really depends on what im writing. With my shorter fics (the strongest link in the chain, or so it goes, spectant, untitled buster fic) i just kinda write through them entirely unplanned just going for it with my longer ones i bullet point out the whole fic in advance! like uh, here, heres some outline examples:

This if from iirrbttr.... 3 i think? might be iirrbttr 4 i forget. anyway this is a less detailed outline

Here's a slightly more detailed outline from a WIP i have!

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

writing porn. i have written hundreds of thousands of words of not porn. im trying to get into smut. i am struggling so hard dude. why are there no good words for penis. ok but more seriously---- the hardest bit.... titles. titles suck. titles are so hard. or actually... probably cutting my darlings, or cutting out scenes that dont work and distract from the flow of the story. for example in spectant, recently, i cut a whole 400 word section i adored bc of the character insight it added, but it didn't work bc it ruined the pacing so it had to go. honestly i will put that here!

His father called him a dreamer, once, as he stumbled up from the basement after a day of tinkering downstairs with what have you, new ideas, new machines, new anything. He’d had oil smeared on his arms up to his shoulders as he came in. 

His father had been sat over the table as he said it. light streaming in through the windows as he drew schematics for machines he’d probably never build on paper he’d probably burn.

(His father hasn’t finished a project in a long time, recently)

His father had looked at him, said he spent too much time in his head, too much time in dreamland, and..

Perhaps the word fits. 

Or perhaps it doesn't. 

He wouldn’t call much of his life a dream, these days. 

But he does have a tendency to think too much. That’s for certain. 

^ this is unedited and obviously cut, but i really liked this, i might repurpose it into a fic about three two and one one of this days, because i think some of the ideas here are interesting, but it just didnt work in spectant here is another bit of spectant i cut:

He wonders what’s going on at home. Ever since—

Well, he’s been at Ignatius’ often, since..

Well. He was all but told to never come back. Certainly he’s allowed now, and his father has shaken Ignatius’ hand, even, opened doors, swallowed some of his pride, but—

Well.

Peter’s been thinking a lot about death, lately, as his father seemingly teeters ever closer to it. His father who only 14 months ago sent him out the door without time so much to pack. 

His father. 

His father doesn't have much time on his feet in any given day, or at least, that's how the man puts it when he thinks him or Peter (His brother Peter, not him, Peter) are wasting his time. He supposes when he says it back it is a fancy way of saying he wishes his father would just use the wheelchair they fashioned for him, or not nearly fall down the stairs every few hours for the sake of his ego. 

The last time Peter saw him standing longer than a few minutes was Peter’s wedding. 

Peter as in Peter the Second’s wedding, as in his brother. Not Peter as in him, Peter the Third.

As stated. You would think it possible for a man to have his own name be a given. At home, it so very isn’t. Three Peter A. Walter’s under the same roof, two of them Colonels, two of them going Peter with an R at the end. 

this bit i also liked, and i would probably reuse in the said peter one two three relationship study fic, i was particularly fond of my phrasing of um. 'or not nearly fall down the stairs every few hours for the sake of his ego.' bc MY FUCKING DADCORE. MY DAD DID THIS SHIT. MOTHERFUCKER. WHY DIDNT YOU EVER USE YOUR SEVERAL THOUSAND DOLLAR MOTORIZED WHEELCHAIR. DAD!!!!!!!!!! my dad would have rather nearly fallen and died than use his stupid wheelchair and that is just how that man was. there was also one bit in iirrbttr with qwerty i really liked that i cut, let me find it

At a certain point after his accident, thinking at all became very hard. Focusing on anything specific and in depth was particularly difficult. Answering emails in any sort of academic or formal way became so difficult he would write and rewrite basic sentences for hours.

He remembers quite vividly screaming himself hoarse at QWERTY for changing the password to his company email on him to make him stop trying to work.

In retrospect, QWERTY setting up everything to be forwarded to their dad so he’d stop stressing himself to tears trying to answer emails was likely in his best interest. Especially when most of his inbox was emails from former colleagues vitriolically upset with him for the somewhat-fixable complications of his mistake. And he really should have been more permanently horizontal and resting than he was. But..

He’d hardly been eating. He’d not been able to think right. And he was struggling to do much more than focus on surviving several more hours.

And for some reason he thought he should still be answering emails. 

and also i just found this bit in my scraps document which kinda rules:

Instead, he is laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, as Marshmallow (who, clearly, thinks he is somehow sneaking) has crawled halfway onto his bed. 

Commission for @amuseoffirebane of Riker getting startled by something!

No no, you're on the money. 😂 My friends and I did an in-character watch-party of the first few episodes of the original 1982 run.

Admittedly, I kept losing the plot because there were no captions and I was distracted by the roleplaying shenanigans, which included:

- Extended rant about "WHY IS THERE A METAL PLATE THERE! WHAT SURGERY INVOLVES A BULLETPROOF PLATE IN YOUR FOREHEAD!"

- Arguing over whether the two old men were married.

- Having a crisis over Kitt's sensual voice.

- Jokes about ex-cop adoption agencies for old queens.

- Extended rant about "How are you going to make your protagonist a 6'4" dreamboat and NOT show his beautiful face roughed up and bloodied! What's the point!"

Oh, nooo! Not the boyish figure! XD

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I didn't know about that "mod" thing. It's terrible! Thank you for both telling me about it and privating the posts.

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July 7, 2021:

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