for the writer's truth or dare ask game: π βοΈ π₯
thank you so muuuuch!!! (writer emoji asks)
π β’ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?
i find writing reader insert more difficult and i don't have any second person stuff publicly posted so ://// i'd have to say i slightly prefer writing oc stuff.
βοΈ β’ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?
oh holy shit π€―π€― any fic everrr? ........ this is so hard erm well i have a lot of good ideas for a veilguard modern college au floating around my head but i simply cannot write it. so who else would??? idk man i genuinely think there are soooo many good fic writers and i read a varied array from a bunch of different people. so basically ANYONE!!
OOO y'all could be writing more subby men though!!!! especially dom!f/sub!m ππ (not that im biased or anything π³)
π₯ β’ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh
ONLY ONE?!?!?! /j
obviously i have to mention one of The jerma moments of all time: jerma v malenia
but also this from back when twitter wasn't a cesspit xx
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to the anon asking about scopophobia. it's unavoidable yeah, looking at eyes and having people look at you. but the dread i feel when i look at a close up eye? when i can see and the eyelashes its just really scary. and mine is also part of my paranoia; i Feel the people's eyes and then i get paranoid bc they are Looking At Me and eyes are just really sticky. and filled with fluid. its odd to explain tho :/
im taking this as an opportunity to be sad π (thanks bestie ash, ily 5eva)
tw: death, mean viago (srry)
Maya had never been sentimental. Least of all about objects, given that she lost everything but the clothes on her back when her home went up in flames.
But once, when she was still a fledgling, she fell for a dockhand's beautiful daughter. Her hair was long and flaming red, usually half pinned back with intricate plaits and decorative metal hairpins in the shape of flowers. Ruby was her name, and Maya was enchanted by her. Completely besotted.
On a warm summer's evening, Maya took her climbing trellises and they sat on a roof to smoke and watch the sunset together. That was when Ruby taught her how to plait hair. First, the normal way, then an Orlesian braid and finally fishtail.
After the sun sunk below the horizon, with Maya's curfew fast approaching, Ruby pulled a golden locket from a pouch and gave it to her. It contained a small piece of her hair, strikingly vibrant against the locket's pale interior. Ruby explained that it once belonged to her mother, but now Maya could have it and keep a piece of her love close to her heart at all times.
Wordlessly, he plucked the necklace from the bed and held it up between thumb and forefinger. He opened the clasp carefully and inspected the rich red lock of hair inside.
Maya held her breath. Her wide eyes were glued to his form. The room was silent save for the soft ticking of her bedside clock.
She flinched as Viago abruptly threw the locket to the floor and immediately stomped on it harshly three times.
He glared at her for a few seconds, but her horrified gaze was on the floor beneath his boot. He promptly turned on his heel and left.
As soon as he was gone, Maya crumpled to the floor and gingerly took the warped metal in her hands. It was broken, the loop that attached locket to chain snapped off and the locket itself crushed and flattened. Fiery hairs were loose and scattered about.
Her tears came hot, dripping down her cheeks, but she dared not make a noise.
The worst of it came after, when two weeks later Ruby was dead. Early one morning, a fisherman found her body floating face down in the canals.
It turned out that she was betrothed to another man, and when her father and brother discovered she'd been having a love affair with a female Crow, they were not pleased at all.
How strange that the following week, both of them fell horribly ill and passed away themselves, at the same time as Viago's poison 'Welcome End' inexplicably went missing...
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Biggsing my eyes back at you - for the end of year fanfiction asks: 1, 14, and 25 π₯°
omg... what if we were both on tumblr dot com and bigged our eyes at each other... what then...
fanfic end of the year asks
Answered 14 here! Though I guess I could also say I did *not* expect to write a fic about Viago and Ghilasara working together? They are insanely compelling to me now, though. I think Ghilasara should add every single crow to her collection as enrichment.
1. favorite fic you wrote this year
More Than You Ever Will π Apologies to the mercy-killing fic, but there is just much I love about that one, starting from their *extremely* public re-marriage to the collective decision to start their vicious cycle to the sad-sad sex that follows.
I don't really like writing smut and associate doing that with something traumatic going on in my life (true for that fic as well π), but I really like how it came out in the end, and what it represents about their relationship.
25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read
Technialllllyyy I've already answered that question in this post, but there are more fics I can rec!! I loved without leaving my fingerprints out by teefling ( @linka-from-captain-planet ) so much.... Feel like it made me see Neve in a whole new light!
