I started writing when I was little because I was so inspired by books and the idea that I couldn't do whatever I wanted never crossed my mind.
🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?
Honestly, depends who you ask. I have done little to no research for the coffeeshop aspect of Transubstantiation, but I have read so many fucking sources about Catholicism and serial killers and stuff like phone tracking, video streaming, etc.
But I know some people (cough @the-prince-of-tides) who do research that put me to absolute shame lol
🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?
Have fun, write whatever indulges you. Fuck everyone else.
Also, please don't indent every paragraph because that's such a weird pet peeve of mine. It makes it so much harder to read.
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For the fanfic trope ask - How about historical aus? Are there any time periods you would always / never read?
Not anything i seek out, but @cheeeryos's fic that's just like. Ronan and Adam secretly making out in medieval times and Ronan has a real sword and Gansey is the prince and Adam is his advisor? that was good stuff.
I tend to steer clear of things focused on gay life in the 80s/90s in the US (does that count as historical AU?) because the HIV epidemic is too much for me to handle in fanfic.
I'm not a huge historical fiction person in general (although I did just read and enjoy A Marvellous Light!)
I am greedy, so here's a second ask demanding more info about your novel wip please!! 💕💕 How long have you been thinking about this story? What is a scene you are most anticipating writing? Or anything else you want to share!
Yeah of course!!! Honestly I will talk about this for hours if given the space to 😂
I've only been thinking about this story since January/February time, but I've talked about it loads with @flitwickslittlebrotha and we've been kind of supporting each other through the planning stages of writing a novel. (Would not be doing this at all without B! 💕)
I think I'm most excited about writing the climax/ending! I just have like, a cool idea for the end of the whole story and I'm excited to get there! I'm enjoying writing the build up too, but I'm looking forward to getting two of the characters in the room together properly!
I can't think of anything else right now, but honestly I will answer any more questions about it 🥰
I posted a little bit of it here! But here's a little bit more because I like it and I worry it's doomed to languish in my WIP folder and I want people to at least read some of it!
He’s never really talked to Arthur about his parents. But Arthur’s legally been his son for two years now, so they’re his family too. And he’s a smart kid, Ronan knows he’ll understand, knows he’ll be able to make sense of it.
He takes Arthur up to the cemetery alone. He’s quiet in the car, staring thoughtfully out of the window. When they get to the cemetery parking lot, Arthur looks at him expectantly, while Ronan stares out the windshield.
It’s not that he’s changed his mind. Ronan just doesn’t quite know how to bring this up.
“Papa," Arthur says. "I need a wee.”
“Oh right. Oh shit, yeah.”
Arthur unbuckles his seatbelt and pushes the door open. Ronan scrambles with his own seatbelt and gets out the car, rounding it just as Arthur is pushing his own car door closed.
“Come on then,” Arthur says, and he starts off up one of the paths like he knows why they’re there.
“I thought you needed a wee, runt,” Ronan says, trudging up the path behind him.
Arthur turns around on the path and stops. “I don’t. You weren’t getting out the car.”
Ronan rolls his eyes. “Alright, good one.” He takes a breath and reaches out for Arthur’s hand. Arthur doesn’t normally like to hold hands, he’s not a clingy child, but he takes Ronan’s hand without complaint.
Ronan talks as they walk up the hill, past mausoleums and neat rows of headstones. “So, you know how everyone has parents?”
“Obviously,” Arthur replies.
“Well… This is where my parents are.”
Arthur pauses in his walk. He’s frowning, a little crease between his eyebrows, just like Adam when he’s working something out. After a minute, he nods and keeps walking. “We didn’t bring any flowers,” he says, as they walk past another row of headstones.
“No. We can another time, if you want to,” Ronan says.
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i literally love your icon and everytime you send me an ask i laugh
18. The fic that took you the most amount of time?
I started I Want to Hold You Like You're Mine (ronsey dream fic) in May (June?) and finally decided to post it in November, but really I don't think I touched it after like. July? August? cry wolf I was assigned in June, and published in early September. And almost certainly required more hours of work.
22. A fic you wrote on a whim, and how you thought it turned out?
Toast also asked me this, but a second fic is i don't want anybody else (i just want you) which I wrote because the aforementioned fic in #18 kept veering toward unrequited declansey/unrequited ronsey and I was like no!! Stop doing that!! So I just put those feelings into this fic instead. And I love it! It's one of my faves 😊
omg this is the hardest question in the world. I'm really proud of my big bang fic (linked in question 3)
he's well hung and i am hanging on -- my ronsey platonic blowjob fic
work mom, work wife; home dad, home husband and onward and upward--these are just...self indulgent and cute and I reread them a lot
know you by heart --my first polygangsey and I just <3333 love them
3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year
this is from my big bang, like a flood-related fire
“Dying itself was actually rather pleasant.” Gansey spoke softly, but still managed to have that definitive, matter-of-fact cadence to his voice.
Snorting a laugh, Ronan pulled back, propped up on one arm so he could look down at Gansey. “You got kissed to death, man—this is a little different.”
Clearly sheepish, a closed-lip smile on Gansey’s face, he tilted his head in concession. “Fair.” He paused, urging Ronan to lie down with a hand on his head, going back to sliding his palm along the grain of Ronan’s hair. “Do you want to know what comes after?”
Ronan scooted a little higher up so that his face was almost pressed against Gansey’s neck. Gansey smelled like mint and generically-spiced body wash and teenage boy and Ronan’s throat was tight and he couldn’t say anything or else he’d cry.
He shook his head.
He cried anyway, and Gansey held him, cradling the back of his head while his other arm went around Ronan’s waist. Hand fisted into Gansey’s shirt, Ronan sobbed—there was no point in being quiet about it at this point—and although his eyes were closed, he felt Gansey’s shuddering breaths and knew he was crying even as Ronan clung to him.
“I’m scared.” Ronan’s voice was muffled against Gansey’s skin.
