#queen-eevee

okay, picture this. the world just ended.

not really, right? it's one of those blaseball things. lots of people have lives outside of blaseball; the world is bigger than splorts. but there's a vibrancy to tokyo that's decidedly a little dimmer now. hundreds of people vanished off the face of the earth, and a lot of them were hometown heroes. the people grieve, and move on.

the legscraper grieves, and moves on, by staying open. the tokyo fitness center might've been a passion project of the lift, but at its core it's a community center, and it's more important to a lot of people than it was to a blaseball team. they help people who need it, they offer art classes, they are a useful institution, and there are people who keep it going.

it's a massive, endless skyscraper with a lot of room. one of those rooms is a pottery studio, and there are four people who lay claim to it. this is about those four people.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

well you didn’t give me a character, so i’ll go with keith bc that’s my guy: he is clingy as fuck. i make this no secret in my writing but listen. listen. dude has abandonment issues. pushes people away before they can leave him because he doesn’t want to go through that heartbreak again. once he begins healing and lets people lance in again? once he learns to trust again? dude is all over people. but ONLY the people he trusts. and that pool is so so so small (first it’s shiro and adam. then lance. and eventually the rest of team voltron but that’s it. but he LOVES IT he just has a very hard time admitting it)

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

[stares at SGD] define playfully,

anyway there were many instances specifically in the deceit so natural trilogy where i was mean on purpose. every little “nothing is going to happen to us” / “i’m not letting us get separated again” / any variant of that sort of reassurance was all heavy-handed foreshadowing and also being a bitch. a mean little bitch.

also keith and lance were supposed to reunite in chapter 15 of stars go down but in a move equal measures me having adhd, me being a pantser, and me being a little bitch, i decided to prolong the separation another 16 chapters instead. 

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

so first of all. as far as themes go: trust and betrayal. huge ones. mostly from my own unresolved trauma bc by god do i need a therapist, but trust and betrayal are huge. 

this one is more so my original writing than my fics (but my fics, too. this happened in squad up and deceit so natural), but exes who are The Worst who are out to ruin your life. because, again: i need a therapist

always love some good space imagery, but also fire and water come up frequently bc of keith and lance. [jack voice] IT’S FUCKING KLANCE AGAIN. 

and also i started doing this thing that comes up a lot where if lance and keith specifically are having a heart-to-heart conversation, lance literally holds keith’s hand to his heart. i don’t know when, why, or how this started, but it’s just a thing now

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

all right u bitch i see what ur doing (i love you)

anyway my writing is so so sexy and my brain is huge. i am so good at foreshadowing and writing fun dialogue and also on occasion i’m really good at fucking around with doublespeak

once more: THANK U FOR THE ASKS BESTIE I LOVE U

Derrick’s breathing slows gradually, chest rising and falling in longer and longer intervals until he can’t possibly be anything but asleep. Seb shifts in his perch on the bed, finally, moving just far back enough to rest his shoulders against the wall. He’s lost track of time. It’s hard to know exactly how long he’s been sitting here, combing his fingers through Derrick’s hair while Derrick tries to sleep. Maybe hours; maybe fifteen minutes. Time in the Trench is funny like that.

Seb’s hand is still on Derrick’s head, fingers tangled in hair that’s inches longer now than it was at the beginning of siesta. Seb starts to move his arm, to at least stretch his wrist, and nearly gasps when Derrick reaches up to stop him, fingers brushing Seb’s to keep them in place. Something like a static shock passes between them, radio to telephone.

“And when all this gets old, will it still feel the same,” Derrick says under his breath, mostly to himself. Seb’s not even sure if Derrick knows he’s doing it out loud. Sometimes the radio slips out things that other people aren’t really meant to hear.

Don’t do that, Seb chimes, and gently cards his fingers through Derrick’s hair again, ignoring the pressure of Derrick’s hand on his wrist.

“It would help me to know,” Derrick says, with a sigh that expels the crackle-pop of white noise from his throat, “do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you’ve had?”

Seb bites the inside of his cheek. He never knows quite what to say when Derrick is moody like this - or if he’s actually supposed to say anything at all, because nothing he says is really going to fix whatever Derrick’s got going on in his brain. He does recognize the song, though. That’s something.

Heartache to heartache, we stand, he manages, though it doesn’t sound nearly as good spelled out letter by letter in Morse. No promises, no demands.

Derrick huffs out a laugh and rolls over, tucks his face against Sebastian’s leg and kisses it, softly.

“Always I’m surprised how well you cut my feelings to the bone,” he says, muffled.

Hey - cheating, Seb says, shrill and amused. That’s not the same song.

Derrick laughs again and drags Seb’s hand back to his hair, gentle and insistent. “Love is a ring, the telephone.”

Xylophone - Do you like classical music?YES

Marimba - What’s your ringtone?Already answered, but 99

Glockenspiel - Are you talkative?Too much

Bongos - Can you jumpstart a car?Nope

Wood Block - Describe your dream houseHonestly something with a nice view and a good place to read/write/etc and enough kitchen space to let me stress bake in peace is ideal

Snare Drum - Favourite colour?Purple

Bass Drum - Would you want to be able to read minds?Definitely

Timpani - Do you enjoy meeting new people?Usually

Gong - Are you a loud or soft person?I want to be soft but I can’t stop talking lmao

Triangle - Could you imagine being the President/Prime Minister?NOPE

fighoney primer here, tldr is kit honey is a character played by julie (an extremely dedicated method actress) and when she gets thrown into the lift shadows she meets the one person who is most likely to adore an extremely dedicated method actress: dunlap figueroa

Date night in the black hole is… strange. It’s less weird being here now than it used to be, but Julie thinks it’ll always be a little weird. Her normal date night routine back when she lived in Tokyo involved a couple group chats and no small amount of cyberstalking her date, both of which are no longer available to her as options.

So a lot of the getting-ready takes place in person. Lizzy from the Fridays shadows comes over and does her hair, and Jasmine from the Dale tells some back-in-the-day stories and helps pick an outfit, and next thing Julie knows she’s all prepped and pretty and ready.

“This is terrifying,” she says, and Lizzy laughs in her face and sends her on her way.

The horizon is wreckage, mostly: remainders of rules and modifications that have been nullified, things that don’t work and things that work wrong. Julie’s the first one to the train station, and it’s a bad day for the hype train: it rushes past her three, no, four times, each one whipping her hair a little more into a frenzy despite Lizzy’s aggressive styling. She’s starting to consider going back for more hairspray when she hears from behind her, “Good heavens.”

Julie turns, smile already creeping across her face. “The train’s fast today.”

10: answered!

19. share a snippet from a wip without any context

i don't have any actual wips right now but i do have an outline i'm trying to poke into shape and one bullet point in it is "UGHHHHHHHHHHH COP AMBUSH" so there you go

28. any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

advice about writing: don't force it! it sucks to write. (it's not even that it'll be bad to read - it's just that you will forever associate it with being annoyed and in a bad mood and that's not fun)

practical advice: i pre-write out all of my tags and author's notes and summaries and things like that. i keep them as a note or comment at the top of my doc. first of all it makes posting WAY easier. second of all it's easier to keep track of things (especially if you want to give credit to other folks this is a good way to remember who to credit).

36. how do you come up with fic titles? what's the one you're most proud of?