#jessicarocket

thehaust : You just do what makes you happy, ok. No matter which fandom you dive into, I'm absolutely sticking around because you and your art is (are?) amazing :) Also, f*ck depression and all the other ridiculous things that take away our will to create. F*ck 'em.

for people who are curious:) 

5. Share one of your strengths.

Huhhuahhh I have strengths??? Errrr.. I guess I’m kinda somewhat good at matching a scene to the mood of canon; like some of my scenarios could potentially fit into the canon without being too overwhelmingly ooc ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ maybe I’m just fooling myself tho :////////

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Of course, even without the telltale visual that Mimikyu is, in fact, right in front of him, Meowth senses its looming presence like a poltergeist. There is no mistaking that wordless voice like the scraping of nails against glass, that painted face of bloodied mockery. Even when he is in the middle of crying his eyes out, Meowth can’t help but still feel a little bit intimidated.

But scaring him is not what the ghost is here for. As Meowth’s bleary eyes clear, he registers the outstretched claw, almost translucent against the darkened skies. In its clutches, it displays an item so small and so analogous to its scheme, Meowth only identifies the object by its sparkling gleam.

Tears continue to trail down his cheeks, but he stifles any more threatening sobs or hiccups with a sniffle. He holds his paw out to reclaim the lost crystal without a word. With a surprising gentleness, Mimikyu places it safely within the cat’s hold. Though its tendril is mostly spectral, it can feel the wetness of Meowth’s fur against its fingers in the split second of contact they make.

I’m just… really impressed with how poetic I made this??? Like this is some of the best visual description i’ve ever written, and I’m just so happy with how it turned out! The fic ain’t the best thing I’ve ever created, but damned if it doesn’t have some of the best prose I’ve written yet

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

Probably A Game of Cat and Mouse. I’m not the best romance writer, so writing a multichapter romance fic was a definite challenge, and there are still some sections I go back to and cringe at because I coulda totally written it better but I didn’t. Also Graveyard of Stars to some extent because I am not Good Suspense Writer

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write?

I’d have to say A Crack in the Mirror, if only because I knew exactly what I wanted with that, and it turned out mostly the way I was expecting it to. That fic is basically just Emotions: The Oneshot, and I think that’s something I seem to have an easier time with writing

how do you take your coffee/tea?

lots of heavy cream and a little (fake) sugar (usually sucrose in the little squirt bottles thats my SHIT!!) this just goes for coffee btw i dislike tea

sunrise or sunset?

i love both for different reasons, but sunset has very important personal significance.

when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

this morning!

what are some things you find endearing in people?

um... i dont know... when i love someone, everything they do is endearing...

admittedly, i am kind of a bad person. the most endearing traits to me are ones that involve how they interact with me, stuff like being worried over and noticed and just... existing. i wish i could say that there were things about people they did independent of me i found specifically endearing, but to be completely honest, i just think human beings as a whole are wonderful. any innocent thing they do in a moment of joy when they don’t know they’re being watched by others, that’s wonderful.

what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

jess this ask is going to fucking murder me god. this is the kind of niche headcanon vaguely whumpy bullshit i am here for

ok so may also has tiny cute ones and harley hates this about her even tho his are exactly the fucking same, see like hes the kind of person who practiced that shit in the mirror to be more cute so naturally he thinks may is doing cutesy fakey sneezes so that everyone will think she is just cute as a button. because thats what he did. i hate harley.

drew stifles, always with a little blush. like he is embarrassed by his own humanity. 

solidad is that bitch w/ the hot raspy ones. the ones that sound annoyed and exhausted. like she’s been doing this all day and she’s ready to go home.