Hmmm well Britchell is by default a crossover, though I feel like the Britchell fics I’ve written have mostly just been putting Mitchell into the Almighty Johnsons verse so they don’t really count…? Mr. Badmouth will become more of a crossover once I manage to make myself update it!
18. What trope have you not written yet, but want to?
Oooh I’m not sure. I’ve been wanting to write a Johnsons Bros go camping type fic, is that a trope? Just something fun and light-hearted with the boys forced to get over their differences and work together.
31. Which fic would you most like to see made into a movie?
Probably Brine, it feels quite cinematic writing it, lots of fun very specific visuals.
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6. Do you listen to anything while you write? Or do you prefer silence?
So these days I do a whole lot of writing at work (oops), honestly it helps me to focus more both on work and my writing when I’m jumping between tasks. In that set up I don’t listen to anything but I most definitely have a number of story/character inspired playlists which I listen to an unhealthy amount during my commute.
18. How do you decide what POV to write in?
I think previously I tended to stick to one character’s POV for the duration of a story which can be quite limiting and unfortunately tended to give me character fatigue which made me worried that readers were also getting sick of them. More recently I’ve been switching POV a bit more and having a lot of fun with it. For me it’s about deciding which character’s POV would be the most interesting to explore a scene, and also which one won’t reveal anything before I’m ready to reveal it. Vaguely related but I’ve been having a whole lot of fun writing stories focusing on a ship or a character from an outsider’s POV.
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Ah! This one is actually a Witcher story (Gallatin/Cahir) that I started writing last August... until I got sidetracked by other stuff, that is. 😅 It's sort of canon compliant, that continues from the scene where Gallatin saves Cahir's life in the woods.
And here's a little snippet from it:
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Later they had set up a camp some distance away, close to the lake. They’d scoured the area first to ensure no bandits or Nilfgaardian soldiers were nearby to give them trouble. They’d also tested the lake; set up baits to see if any monsters would resurface and take them. None had so far, so Cahir and Gallatin could finally relax, think about supper, and wash up.
Cahir hadn’t had a proper wash in days, and it was starting to show. His face, neck, and hands were dirty, as was his hair. His clothes had blood stains that wouldn’t come off, plus dirt and gods-know-what. He was sweaty and ached in places he didn’t know existed, and he was sure his wounds needed patching up, too.
He pulled his shirt off without thinking and dropped it to the ground. Then he untied his laces and dropped down his trousers as well.
Gallatin’s eyebrow arched from such boldness, not that there was anything to be ashamed of. They were two men—well, one man and one elf—in the middle of fucking woods, with only wild animals to watch them from afar.
But when Cahir’s long fingers finally reached for his briefs, Gallatin quickly turned his head away, clearing his throat.
Cahir turned his head and looked at him. “What?”
Gallatin chuckled and shook his head, tending to the fire instead. “Nothing. Just thought you’d be all shy and prissy about nudity like you humans usually are.”
“Oh,” Cahir chuckled in return and shrugged. He pulled his briefs down anyway and dropped them to the ground along with his other clothes. “Well, I don’t know what a naked pointy looks like, but somehow I doubt it’s too different from us humans. And I suspect you’ve already seen an elf cock, other than your own—”
He paused and grinned, making Gallatin roll his eyes and give a small smirk in return. “Then perhaps you have already seen a human cock as well. So I didn’t think covering myself up was all that necessary because I doubt I have anything you already haven’t seen.”
“Probably not,” Gallatin mused, stirring embers with a long stick. “But I’ve known you long enough, and you’re full of surprises. So, for all I know, you could be hiding some extra body parts—like, I don’t know, two cocks or something—under that piece of underwear that I wasn’t aware of. And that would at least slightly concern me.”
Cahir laughed and pulled his hair back, running his long fingers through his greasy, brown locks to keep them out of his face. “Afraid not. But I’ll try to let you know if I suddenly grow another one. ”
“Sure. Wouldn’t wanna miss that kind of intel under any circumstances.”
Cahir chortled and returned to his task. He grabbed a long cloth from his worn-out backpack that could serve as a towel. Then, he started searching for something else, and once he discovered that he couldn’t find it, he let out a small huff. “Gallatin?”
Gallatin looked curiously up from the fire. Trying his best to keep his eyes strictly on Cahir’s face instead of his stark naked body. “Yes?”
“You wouldn't have happened to bring any soap with you, would you? Think I’m out.”
Gallatin snorted and shook his head fondly. He reached for his own backpack and dug out a bar of white soap. “Here,” he called and tossed it at Cahir. Somewhat impressed that the human male had actually caught it. “Don’t lose it. I wanna wash up later, too.”
Cahir nodded gratefully, turned around, and then took his leave. His pale-white ass cheeks bounced and practically glowed under the moonlight as he casually strutted his way down a small path toward the lake.
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What feedback did you receive for your writing that stuck with you?
Show us a piece of dialogue you really like.
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13. What feedback did you receive for your writing that stuck with you?
- Well, first of all, I have this absolutely horrible habit of rambling and writing sentences miles long (:D), so I may have received quite a bit of feedback about that both in English as well as in my mother tongue. Every now and then I still often find myself typing like a total madman, without breaks or periods in between, so I try to go through them and cut them down in smaller sections. I don't nearly always heed that advice, but I try to. Because now I notice that when others are doing it in their writing, rambling on and on without breaks, it's harder for me to read and stay focused. :D So, yeah, I think it's important.
There have been other kinds of feedback over the years, mostly small things that I've tried to keep in mind. But since they are mostly minor things and I've noticed that other people don't always follow/know them in their writing either... *shrugs*.
18. Show us a piece of dialogue you really like.
Ohh, man. 🙈 I wrote this part in my latest wip a while ago and it may not be my best dialogue ever, but I like it regardless:
Yennefer’s face lit up with a grin and she laughed. “Oh, yes, Prince Charming,” Adding fuel to the fire. “I'm sure he’s delighted to come back home to his biggest fanboy ever.”
“Oh, knock it off…” Cahir moaned, giving her a small kick with his left foot. Ciri and Yennefer giggled in response, and Fringilla hummed, amused. They all knew about his crush, teasing him about it at any chance they got, and it didn’t make him feel any better. “I’m sure he’s just pissed after another shit day at work and that he has to come home and see my sorry face after everything I’ve done…”
“Nonsense,” Yennefer gave him a small slap on his backside which made him jolt. “He’s going to be so happy to see you again and he’s gonna keep fussing all over you and cook for you and we’re just gonna sit here and watch it all happen. Maybe pop some popcorn while we’re at it,” She turned to look towards the kitchen, then back at Ciri. “Do we have any?”
Ciri shrugged and Cahir lifted his head from the pillow, scorning. “We? You don’t even live here!”
“Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss, C; we’re practically family,” Yennefer brushed him off and dug out her phone from her pocket. “Should we call him and ask him to bring us some on the way back?”
