#rtarara

Sorry hun! Make sure you save the other as a side blog so permalinks to you don't start to redirect to someone else (a porn blog or w/e)

Responses like this are why I make my reviews public.

13) your strengths as an author

Dialogue.  I’m an actor, so when getting into a character’s head, I get in much better through their words.  I can write a ranty monologue or quippy fight like a champ, writing action scenes is a disaster.  Oddly, to that point, I hate writing scripts.  I’d so much rather write that dialogue amongst a mountain of purple prose alongside it. 

15) why did you start writing?

When a story idea gets big enough and love for the characters take over enough of your brain space, there’s no other choice but to get them out.  I’d always loved writing as a kid, and even into college, but I never went past a couple of creative writing classes.  When the impulse to write came back in my adulthood, I just couldn’t help myself.  Fanfiction is the perfect outlet.  It’s provides a place to pour my passions for beloved characters, make my own canon and practice building relationships.  The instant gratification is a plus too.

16) are there any characters who haunt you?

Astra and Alura do, to some extent.  I don’t believe they’re actually dead in canon, so I’d love to find a really good way to bring them back to life for good, the way @foxx-queen did in her brilliant fic.

I’m haunted a bit by characters I’ve created that I’d love to write more for.  One is little Kon-El, who I wrote was in the pod at the end of S1.  Cat and Kara adopt him and I’d love to continue to watch him grow up.  I think I’ve got 3 fics in that series right now.  Maybe someday I’ll return to him.  The other is “Janey” who I wrote into exactly one ficlet that exists only on Tumblr.  She is Bizarro, who woke up from her coma, cured by Alex and Kara helps her acclimate to her new life.  Kara calls her “Janey” (Jane Doe).  I’d always intended to continue her story and just... never got around to it.  I fear now it may be too late.

17) if you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

Keep going.  You will hit roadblocks, you will hate your words and your story and your characters.  Walk away for a bit, but always come back.  Take constructive criticism, but don’t internalize the unconstructive stuff.  People will try to cut you down.  Listen to the voices telling you how you can improve, not the ones telling you what you did wrong.

<3 you Bex!

  me: hey doctor who finally got a gay companion...

Yeah. I stopped in like season 4 and didn’t catch up and there went my plans to ever catch up. Ugh. ‘Doctor Who kills it’s first companion’ - it’s a qwoc of course. Such fuckery.

yeah. it’s not totally unexpected because m*ffat is such a racist, homophobic shithead. i really like the RTD era (i love cheesy, earnest sci-fi) but never watched m*ffat’s tenure. now i’m doubly glad i didn’t

This is lovely, Lola

“Quit hogging the blankets!”

“I am doing no such thing.  There is an exact equal amount of blanket on either side of the bed, Agent.  If you would lie still and refrain from kicking my shins, perhaps you would stay completely covered.”

In retaliation, Alex sat up in the tiny double bed and glowered at Astra, who was laying on top of her half of the threadbare sheets and cheap, worn comforter.  She scoffed and rolled her eyes, gathered two large handsfull of the covers and gave them a sharp yank.

Surprised by the sudden upset of her bedding, Astra gave an undignified yelp and rolled off the bed onto the wooden floor.

A tense silence fell over the room as Astra sat up and whipped her hair from her face, white streak shining in the moonlight filtering through the gauzy window drapes.  Alex’s jaw dropped open, shocked that her one effort to regain some warmth in the chilly room affected Astra’s equilibrium so entirely.  By all rights, she shouldn’t have budged.

Alex risked a peek over the side of the bed before the silence was broken by the bark of her laugh.  The sight of Astra fuming on the floor, disheveled and shaken, sent Alex into additional peals of laughter.  She clutched her abs and rolled back on the bed.  “I- I can’t breathe- oh my god.  I- I’m sorry!”  She continued to attempt to apologize to her laughter until tears ran down her face and she was sitting on the bed, shaking with mirth.

Astra stood and brushed hands down the bodysuit she refused to change out of before they had crawled into the shared bed.  She lifted her head haughtily and reminded herself silently that this arrangement was temporary, until they could convince Non that she was truly dead and he had conducted her funeral.  Then they would return to National City and even though she would still be in hiding, at least she would not have to be in proximity of this maddening, frustrating woman any longer.

The thought sent a confusing, disappointed pang through her heart and she ignored it for the moment in favor of getting her revenge.

She launched herself onto the bed with a growl, pushing Alex onto her back and wrapping one strong hand around her throat.  She didn’t apply any pressure, simply forced Alex to meet her eyes. “Stop laughing at me, Agent.  And lie still on your side of the bed until you fall asleep, am I clear?”

Alex’s eyes flashed in defiance and she squirmed helplessly.  “Only if you agree to lie under the covers and relax.  You’re stressing me out,” she growled.

Astra let her go.  “Fine.”

“Fine.”