AHHH! Thank you for the ask! That first one was hard XD
7. What is your fandom guilty pleasure?
OOO. Fandom guilty pleasure? What qualifies as a fandom guilty pleasure? I feel like all of it is a guilty pleasure lol.
Actually ya know what? My guilty pleasure, which some of you guys might know what I’m talking about if you were ever on FF.net before they did their adult content ban, before I ever heard of Ao3 or even Adult FF I LOVED and still love the fics that had EVERYONE in it! The hikari and yami fics, the ones that actually tried, and failed most of the time, but tried really hard to give each couple in it (and there were 5+) screen time and back story and actually made mini soap opera/tv show level character arcs (albeit poorly because that’s fighting a loosing battle, I know I tried) in 20k words of a shit ton of smut. That’s my guilty pleasure and I read all of them on Ao3 when I see them, (which is usually never) because damn it’s hard, and damn I love them!
I miss those fics a lot and I loved it a lot and if I could go hunt all those fics down from... god... 10 years ago or something like that, I’d be in my fandom guilty pleasure bliss. I know we all have fond memories of those fics and they were bad with the Tea bashing and too many characters and the oocness and all that stuff, but I still, and always will LOVE those fics.
11. Just how often do you think about your favorite characters getting down and dirty?
All. The. Damn. Time. Especially while I’m writing fic. Which is also all the damn time. It’s really unfortunate that writing smut is a lot of me hopelessly staring at a blank screen, thinking really hard, and wondering why the keys aren’t typing anything.
What I thought writing smut would be like: Being the director/camera guy in a high budget porno doing secret hand signals for the characters to switch angles, show more love, add in a favorite kink, etc. And it’s like magic!
What it’s actually like: Being in full camo gear, belly crawling into the room with a camera, getting spotted after a somewhat passionate kiss (maybe some clothes being taken off if I’m lucky). Then cackling like a madwoman while the characters throw pillows and everything in close proximity at me as I run out of the room screaming “I saw it!”... only to realize when the doors closed that I forgot to take the lens cover off.
You know. The woes of writing.
