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have i mentioned that connor’s fear of heights is one of my favorite things in the world? because connor’s fear of heights is one of my favorite things in the world. granted, it’s only a thing if you make certain decisions in the prologue, but i love that little detail and how much you can get out of it.

So far, I’m using Clip Studio Paint (and trying to get a grip at photoshop but it’s so complicated ; v ;) and I recently changed my wacom intuos 4 for a wacom intuos pro (still not sure I like it tho )

send me a character/ship + a word and i’ll write a ficlet for it!

The crime scene is not a crime scene to the woman in the ambulance, Connor thinks. She’s sitting hunched over, a blanket draped across her shoulders, staring doggedly at the ground and answering in single syllables to the paramedic at her side. His Social Relations program recommends a minimum of one hour before they approach her for questioning. They have other things to do in the meantime.

“I’m just warning you,” says the officer at the door. He’s looking at Hank as he speaks, which probably isn’t malicious, just force of habit. “It’s—pretty bad. Like, it’s fucked up.”

Hank brushes past him with a mumble of assent, and Connor follows. The house is dark. They go straight to the master bathroom, which still has its light on, and there’s the victim. What’s left of him, half-drowned in the Jacuzzi.

“Oh—” Hank claps a hand over his mouth. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”

Connor steps closer. Humans are fragile, of course, but the murderer clearly hadn’t known that. Why else would they have tried to destroy the body so completely?

“Attempted dissolution,” he says. “Either the killer ran out of time, or they simply didn’t care enough to complete the job.”

“Uh, yeah,” says Hank, from behind his palm. Connor pivots, and he’s staring resolutely at the sink, which is streaked with blood-thick fingerprints. “Yeah, he… he clearly didn’t go down without a fight. Christ. Poor son of a bitch.”

“We could check the bedroom for—”

“Yeah, let’s.” Hank is through the doorway before Connor can finish his sentence. They step out of the bathroom’s cold glow, and the lieutenant looks pale and drawn as he pushes a hand past his hairline.

“This shit doesn’t get to you,” he says.

Connor blinks. “The crime scene? I understand if it’s disturbing. I just don’t think of it that way.”

“I mean—I’m not sayin’ it should. Hell, I’m glad it doesn’t.” Hank shakes his head and exhales with a familiar weight. He’s frustrated. No—he’s confused. “I wouldn’t want you to have to deal with it like the rest of us do. It’s just that you take it so well, I guess. ’M not used to it.”

Like the rest of us. “I can be affected by it, if you want me to,” says Connor. “I can—” He breaks off and when he speaks again, a tremor edges his voice. “Maybe it does get to me. I wouldn’t know, would I?”

OH MY GOSH!! I HAVEN’T SEEN THIS ASK UNTIL NOW!! sorry, lemme get back @ ya :))

8. what time are you most productive? definitely at night. @yonaih and i call them the “crytpid hours” aka any time between 10 PM and 4 AM. optimal times are after 12 AM

9. do you set yourself deadlines? most of the time, no. i find it better when i am not bound by a deadline. however, if something is taking a lil long, i try to give myself a reasonable date to aim for, give or take a few days.

12. favorite place to write: right now it’s my dining room table. i don’t really have a favorite place to write because i write in one place only hehe

38. do you reread your own stories? contrary to popular belief, i don’t. personally, for me, i just feel kinda like...i don’t know. it feels like an out-of-body experience reading my own stories because my mind is like “did i really just write all that?” sometimes i’m embarrassed because i remember that i’ve never done anything in my life romantically and here i am writing about fluffy relationships, you see where i’m coming from? the downside to this approach is that i don’t catch on to my mistakes until months, maybe even a year later. however, i’m starting to gain the confidence to reread my stories. I REREAD THE POPULAR ONES THOUGH AND FALL INTO A PIT OF LAUGHTER.

39. do you want to be published some day? maybe in a psychological journal but not a full-fledged book/novel. i don’t think i have the mental strength to do that.

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