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7. What’s your favourite piece of description or narration?

Answered here! I'll pull from The world is old and new since I didn't actually point out what was good about it. This spoils the entire ending but that fic had an audience about four and a half people, so it's fine:

The rain falls harder. He might be close to downtown. His head hurts. He grabs the steering wheel with both hands and peels off down a major road once he thinks he sees a familiar street sign. He knows this road leads to Sharks Ice and he guns it, even though it's in the opposite direction of Givani. He goes faster than he dares, when he can't see more than five feet in front of him, let alone any streetlights or cars. He trusts the roads to care. He's lived in places with potholes, moats, animals with no fear, streets that didn't care whether you wanted to survive. That isn't California, but it also is. San Jose cares off-and-on-and-off but guides him where he needs to go. He accelerates when the air pressure drops. They must have passed Sharks Ice, but he can't see anything this late in the day when the sky is so dark from the clouds. It's too early for street lamps, but the roads are teal and orange-tinged anyway. His chest lightens. The air pressure usually settles around Sharks Ice. Safer there, comfortable, lovely, a home for a year or two or three or more, a safe place for them, all of them, the Sharks and Barracuda, the Team USA figure skaters, the public skaters, the fog, the sea breeze, the ghosts, and the deer running through the halls, pieces of players' hearts given life again.

and you may be asking, this feels like goose projecting how he spent the last 6 months of his life in California at Sharks Ice and how he often would go there for hours, not even to skate or for hockey, just to not be at home. and you would be correct <3

9. If you could go back and change something about one of the fics you wrote this year, what would it be?

Swerve laughs as the locker room door slams open, Hangman shouldering through it.

“Back for more already?” he asks, not fighting as Hangman drags him down to the floor.

Bruises are already blossoming around Hangman's neck, angry and purpled.

"You son of a bitch," Hangman hisses, his blood dripping across Swerve’s face. “You’re fucking dead.”

“You had your chance, cowboy,” Swerve drawls.

It’s not entirely surprising when Hangman smashes their mouths together — painful, harsh, tasting like iron — but Swerve pushes a laugh between his lips anyway.

Your AUs suck me all the way in. I was so benevolent about mild mannered Tavares returning to his home. Then I read this and suspect his easy handsome ways of subterfuge against a hopeful King and the whisking away of Mitchy and indeed the hearts of Toronto’s people. Who would break his own crown? One who sees a better kingship and a desirable young linemate elsewhere.

killjoys-makesomenoise replied to your post “keep the fire burning.”

'What kind of man leaves his kingship??' THE KNID THAT WOULD STEAL YOUR QUEEN AUSTON

everyone: oh man the leafs center depth is insane! woohoo tavares and marner are gonna be awesome!!

me: 

thank you maria :>

8) which fic this year was most fun to write?

in terms of pure fun and ease of writing? probably be tormented by me, babe. i was in some kind of crazed horny badam flow state and it basically wrote itself. it probably helped that i was cheating on my big bang fic at the time so it had a dangerous & illicit thrill to it. also whenever a previously fresh-faced man grows a bead i animorph into a wolf and start howling at the moon.

man... badam <3

9) if you could go back and change something about one of the fics you wrote this year, what would it be?

thank you maria!!

7. how do you choose which POV to write from?