#idleleaves

Annaaaa 💛 have some Fingolfin & Fëanor in the 4th age

🥤⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

The Horrible Goose Fingon series by PandaFlower is by turns hilarious and insane and profound. Also fantastically written in terms of characterization and worldbuilding. Fingon time-travels back to Years-of-the-Trees Valinor and tries to stop Morgoth from doing his thing.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

Do something new. Not in the sense of starting a new story, but rather, something out of the ordinary that has nothing to do with your project to get your brain to break out of the rut it's slid into. At worst, what you get out of it is a nice day at the museum/zoo/park/whatever. At best, you get new input that will break through the block.

That, or deliberately and spitefully don't write until your project comes knocking and says it's sorry. Accept the apology, but don't start writing until it's kicked the door in.

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

Welp, who could that be, maybe my #1 fic enabler, @idleleaves? :D

A+, 104/100, extra credit. where I live, man. that sweet hurt/hurt/hurt/hurt/comfort, where most of it's just pain and then you get a glimmer of hope or sweetness or bittersweetness at the end. chef's kiss. so about it.

(Meme questions here.)

10. How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?

I used to be one of those writers who would get three chapters into a story and stop when I got another idea. (It was all handwritten original fiction.) Nano 2004 taught be that outlines kill my ideas and that I can finish things. I've finished them ever since. Sometimes, it's just a summary of what I know happens later on because I got bored and want to work on something else. But they're still done.

So… basically stubborness.

12. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

Ideally, both. If someone is emotionless while reading, I've done something wrong.

42. Rudest review?

It was on Rise Again From Ashes, which is a Maglor-returns-to-Valinor novel exploring the aftermath of his return; it was the first one written in the fandom. It's one of the fics I will point to if I'm asked to pick a favorite or three of mine. I finished posting it in 2011.

(Read at AO3)

Crowley ran his fingertips over a row of worn and dusty spines. “Dangerous things, words. Especially written ones.”

“Believe me,” said Aziraphale, with feeling, “I’m aware.”

For a prompt of I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.’

“Onni.”

Onni stops at the sound of his name; he turns away from the dark woods, back to the clearing that’s lit by a near-full moon and countless faded stars. Behind him - in front of him, now - is Reynir, because of course it’s Reynir, standing with his arms wrapped around his torso and that ridiculous braid mussed from sleep.

“You’re really going to,” Reynir says. “I mean. You’re really going.”

“I have to,” Onni says. It’s as close to the truth as he can manage. Lalli and the rest of the crew are still laid out around the campfire; it’s Onni’s turn to take the watch.

“No you don’t,” Reynir says, and under the hurt and upset he sounds, somewhat remarkably - Onni didn’t know he had it in him - quietly furious. “We came - all this way - for you,” he says, then glances down to the ground between them. “I came all the way,” he says, quietly. “For you.”

Onni doesn’t respond - or at least, not in words. He knows, of course; knows what the crew went through to find him, but he’s going where they cannot follow. Except Lalli, but Onni won’t permit it. Lalli’s all he’s got left. Or… no, Onni thinks, maybe not, as Reynir raises his head and stays silent, waiting. Onni watches him; the way he shifts from foot to foot, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

Onni’s feet propel him forward almost of their own accord. He lays his hands on the sides of Reynir’s face, and before he can reconsider, tilts his head up to kiss him - once, twice, then rests their foreheads together, hands still on Reynir’s cheeks. Onni closes his eyes; Reynir takes a shaky breath. “Don’t follow me,” Onni says, as firmly as he can manage.

“I will,” says Reynir. “We will.”

Onni whispers a quiet runo, and waits. At Reynir’s sharp gasp Onni releases him, throwing his arm around Reynir’s shoulders and easing him, gently, to the ground. There’s more than a hint of betrayal in Reynir’s eyes before they slip closed.

  young Warlock wants to bake a surprise birthday...

A spite cake. Hehehe. This is adorable.

It’s a theme I think you’ll find in much of my work/life-- and I encourage others to adopt it as well.  It’s a mentality of “fuck you I’m doing something nice for myself to balance out how mad I am at you” and it is great for the blood pressure and gives one a sense of petty smugness.