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spruceoutoffive · 3 years ago

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thanks @panto-x for tagging me :) and sorry for taking my sweet time with this haha

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

24956

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Uh, I have two answers for this. Like, I have written fanfiction for many, many fandoms and currently I can’t even recall all of them, but most of that was when I was still writing in Finnish and posting under a different username and on a different website (wasn’t ever aware of AO3 at the time). But as I’m not willing to disclose that username I’m mostly just gonna keep talking about the fics I’ve posted on AO3 in these questions.

So, the 2nd answer is: I have only written Teen Wolf fics and then one TMNT fic for my friend, Cera’s, birthday. Got a few 9-1-1 wips in the works as well tho I haven’t finished anything yet

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Hidden in Plain Sight (574)

2. Yesterday’s Reasons (453)

3. Once in 2.7 Years (140)

4. Lupus et Vulpecula (117)

5. Tea, Cake or Breakfast? (104)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Uhh, probably Handle My Demons (A Piece of Cake). It’s a TMNT gift fic for my dear friend Cera and she is a fan of angst, so I actively tried to keep it on the angstier side. All my Teen Wolf fics are relatively angst free... i think.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

I honestly don’t know. I think most of my fics have relatively happy or hopeful endings so it’s pretty hard to say which one of them is the happiest.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven’t written any but I kinda wanna do a SPN x TW crossover. Oh and my friend Cera and I have been talking about this TMNT x TW (x Superman) crossover idea but that’s also basically nothing but an idea atm. But if I do ever write it, I think it might end up being the craziest one

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I think I have finished one smut fic in my whole life and even that ended up disappearing from the world when my laptop died. I have some smutty fic ideas that I would like to get done but we’ll see if that ever happens.

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do! Because I love getting comments, and whenever I leave comments I love it when the authors answer me, so I do that too.

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Uhh, no hate or then something very minor during my previous run as a fic writer.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven’t, although I have been talking about it with Cera. We’ll see if that ever happens.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

You can’t just ask me about my all time favorite! I go through phases, OK? And I’ve been in Sterek phase for like 2 and half years now so I’d currently say Sterek is my favorite. But before Teen Wolf I’ve had a few other big phases like SnK and Bleach, and currently 9-1-1 is also coming at me very strongly. So I don’t know if I have all time favorite but I do have a few ships that have held the throne for some time.

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

One of the first Teen Wolf fics I started. The wip is longer than anything else I’ve managed to write so far and I freaking love the name I came up for it but I haven’t touched it for many, many, many months now and I think the chances of me ever finishing the story are pretty slim.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’m not self-aware enough to answer this question.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything? I don’t know. Answer to the question 16 applies here as well.

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I’d say it depends.

Like, translating long lines with google translate and copy-pasting them to the story and then calling it a day is a pretty nope for me both as a reader and a writer. Short lines and sneaking the meaning of the words into the story itself so the reader can easily get to know what the characters are saying is something i’ve done with one fic in the past and that’s probably the only way I’d do it again.

Like, sure, I could also imagine writing something where I don’t give away the meaning of the foreign lines for the reader, if the character hearing them wasn’t supposed to understand them either. But then again, as a reader I’m not fan of reading long blocks of text that I can neither pronounce nor understand and I’d end up skipping them, so I wouldn’t really wanna have long foreign lines in my stories either.

Plus of course, there’s the thing that the only languages that I would be confident enough to write something more difficult than easy, common, everyday phrases are Finnish and English. And Finnish isn’t really a language I can imagine many of the characters in Teen Wolf or 9-1-1 knowing.

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Fullmetal Alchemist (or Twilight. Actually, Twilight might be more accurate answer cause while the first fic I ever posted was FMA I had started some Twilight stories before that.)

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

This is a hard one. I can tell that Yesterday’s Reasons is high up there but I’m not sure if it’s actually my favorite. Do I have a favorite? They’re all my babies so it wouldn’t be fair to pick favorites, right? Tho, it’s pretty telling that out of all my fics that one is the only one I can name here...

i’m tagging @tails89 @ilovepeachystuff @but-theres-wolves not sure if any of you have done this one yet and no pressure to do it. also, if someone wants to do it, feel free :)

#tag game #panto-x #thanks for tagging :)

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cdelphiki · 6 years ago

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wait wait wait what’s this I hear about a fic where Damian and Tim are kidnapped and Tim is forced to do things or Damian gets tortured bc I don’t remember that WIP and it’s EXACTLY my cup of tea like holy frick did I literally prompt that I don’t know but it is 100% My Kind Of Fic -gremlin

:D I’ve been working on it since like November, I want to say. It was born of a handful of whumptober prompts and quickly ballooned to be wayyyyy too long to write for whumptober. But anyway, Tim and Damian get kidnapped while working a Human Trafficking case, lots of torture happens. Some brainwashing. It’s bad. They’re missing a while. (but not life happens-a while. Like, less than a year, while) They grow very super close in the meantime. Because nothing brings people together like trauma!

I’m still super torn on the title. There’s a phrase said around here a lot in the spring, and it’s Finnish, and it means “The new snow will be the death of the old snow,” and I feel it’s fitting, but it’s in another language. You know? I’m afraid that’s too cliche and will turn people off from clicking on the fic. So if anyone has title suggestions, I’m all ears. I might come up with the perfect answer as I keep working.

But anyway. Here’s the first chapter, just for you! 💕

Untitled WIP, chapter 1

Going back in school was not something Tim had ever planned on doing. When he took over as CEO at Wayne Enterprises almost a year ago, he figured his days in the classroom were over. As thrilling as 10th grade was, CEO was pretty much as high up on the ladder he could get, and if he got there without a high school diploma, what on earth was the point?

But Bruce had been adamant. Talked him down out of his full time work at WE and encouraged him to go back to school. Despite Tim’s assurances that he did, indeed, have friends, Bruce seemed to think that being at school around ‘normal’ kids would be good for him.

Maybe Bruce was right, because sometimes Tim really enjoyed school. 11th grade was remarkably easy and stress-free compared to work, even if Lucius or Tam still called him every once in a while. Or often, actually, but they knew not to bother him before 3pm unless it was an absolute emergency. Which meant Tim’s days at school were rather relaxing.

That didn’t mean Tim didn’t live for the final school bell, though, just like every other student in that overpriced building.

“Tim,” he heard someone shout from down the hall as he was shoving his books into his backpack, antsy to leave for the weekend, “we need to get together and work on our presentation.”

“Nah,” Tim said, turning to whom he now recognized as Mike, his lab partner, “I got it done. I’ll email you the slides now. There are notes on each slide, just review it and we’ll be fine.”

“Really?” Mike said, running to catch up as Tim made his way out of the building, “You don’t want me to do anything?”

“Nothing to do,” Tim said, waving a hand as he finished attaching the file to an email, “presentations are easy. I have marked what you have to say in class.”

“Wow, thanks man.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it,” Tim said, turning toward the lower school where he needed to meet with Damian for pickup.

“We should hang out some time anyway,” Mike called after him, “I’ll text you.”

Tim shot back a peace sign, not even turning back to face Mike. Because if he did, that would show the goofy smile he couldn’t contain as he bounded down the sidewalk.

He almost felt…normal again. Himself.

Bruce was right. Going back to school was a great idea.

Tim’s smile didn’t fade as he approached the pick-up area of the lower school. That is, until he felt Damian approach him from behind. It was like a sixth sense—a spidey sense—the way the back of his neck prickled whenever the brat was behind him. In reality, he’d probably actually heard Damian, and his subconscious was warning him of impending danger. Which was unfair to Damian, maybe. Since he hadn’t actually bodily harmed Tim in at least four hours.

Fine. Like three months. But still.

“Drake,” Damian greeted in his usual flat, disinterested tone.

“Gremlin,” Tim said, scanning over the line up of cars for Alfred. There were over a dozen very nice, very expensive cars all along the road, mixed in with many more modest cars, but none of them belonged to Alfred. Which was strange, because Alfred was usually one of the first in line.

“It is unlike Pennyworth to be late,” Damian observed dryly, and Tim could hear the underlying tone of worry in the brat’s voice.

Nodding, Tim scanned the cars again. Then he saw it. Bruce’s Tesla, about 15 cars back. With a smile, Tim headed toward the car, uncaring whether Damian had noticed Bruce yet or not. Now that they were in eyesight of Bruce, Damian was no longer his problem. About ten seconds of babysitting was all he had to do that day. It was a good day.

Damian, apparently, did notice Bruce. Or, he at least followed Tim anyway toward the Tesla, and only reacted once Tim shouted, “Shotgun,” and quickly opened the passenger door and slid in.

“Drake,” Damian hollared, scowl becoming more pronounced on his face as Tim grinned and shut the door between them.

“That is unfair, I always have to sit in the back,” Damian grumbled after he opened the backdoor and slid in.

“That’s because you’re the baby,” Tim said, fastening his seatbelt and looking over at Bruce, “and tiny. It’s safer for you in the back.”

Instead of react to their bickering, Bruce just grunted and pulled out into traffic.

“I am not a baby,” Damian pouted, kicking at Tim’s seat, “and I am only a few inches shorter than you.”

“Well then, you should have called shotgun.”

“How was school?” Bruce asked in his gruff tone that signaled it was time to stop arguing, without him having to explicitly state that was the case.

“Fine,” Tim reported, pulling his tablet from his bag to settle back and read on the drive home. He had a few reports to catch up on for work and he’d have to call Lucius once they got home to catch up on what happened while he was at school.

He was trying to let go of WE, honestly he was, but it was difficult. And he enjoyed the work so much.

“Where is Pennyworth, Father?” Damian demanded.

Bruce sighed as he checked his mirrors while merging onto the highway. “Running errands. I offered to pick you up.”

“Why?” Damian said, now rifling through his backpack, likely for his sketchbook, if Tim knew the kid.

“I can’t offer to pick you boys up?” Bruce asked, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

Tim smiled to himself as he opened up the next report to skim. Bruce’s good moods were like sunshine in the middle of winter. Warm and bright, lifting the mood of all those around him. Today really was a good day.

“Tt. You never have before.”

“Actually, I do have an ulterior motive.”

“Shocker,” Tim mumbled, trying to get through the last report as fast as he could before Bruce demanded his attention.

“You know that case I’ve been working on for the past few months?” Bruce asked, raising an eyebrow at Tim.

Tim clicked his tablet’s screen off and asked, “the human trafficking one?”

“I’ve got a lead,” Bruce said, grunting in the affirmative, “and I’m leaving tonight to follow it.”

Ah. So Bruce wanted to get them alone, trapped in a car, to impress into them how important it was to not kill each other on Alfred’s watch. Smart. Because neither of them would remain in the room otherwise.

“Where are we going, Father?”

Tim snorted, “Please, Damian. Like he’s take us on a human trafficking case that’s dragging him outside the country.”

“Well, actually,” Bruce said before Damian could protest, “I wanted to bring you, Tim.”

“Me?” Tim asked at the same time Damian shouted, “Him?”

“Yes. Your skills would be useful to-”

“But Father,” Damian shouted, leaning forward so his face was right between the passenger and driver’s seats, “I am Robin. I am your partner.”

“You’re both Robin,” Bruce grumbled as he checked around him to shift lanes, “and I have more than one partner.”

“It’s Batman and Robin, not Batman and Red Robin,” Damian protested, still right into Tim’s ear.

“Damian,” Bruce snapped, “sit back properly and fasten your seatbelt.”

“You can’t take Drake,” Damian continued ranting, even as he complied with Bruce’s order, “It’s not fair. You never take me anywhere.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Bruce grumbled, “Tim, we’ll leave tonight. I’ve already let the others know we’ll be away and asked them to watch Gotham in the meantime.”

“What about me, Father,” Damian asked, still demanding in his tone, his age shining through gloriously with his tantrum.

“Damian,” Bruce said calmly, just to be cut off by Damian again.

“This isn’t fair. Not only are you leaving me behind but you’re going to force me to stay in all weekend. I follow your dumb rules about curfews on school nights, this isn’t fair.”

“Damian,” Bruce repeated, tensing some as he shifted his hands on the steering wheel. Tim just sank down into his chair and grinned. Bruce angry with Damian was one of his favorite things. It was even better than Bruce’s good moods, because the little brat deserved to get yelled at sometimes. It always made Tim happy to actually hear one of the adults in their lives actually do it.

“Why are you bringing Drake?”

Tim grunted when his seat was kicked again.

Bruce seemed undeterred by Damian’s outburst and said simply, “His skills are more suited to this case than yours.”

“What skills?” Damian shrieked, “I am the superior Robin in every way.”

Tim let out an annoyed huff turned his tablet back on. Yelling over, he was ready to get immersed back into his work. He was used to Damian’s verbal abuse, but wasn’t interested in hearing Bruce not defend him.

No one ever defended him against Damian.

“I need someone clever and quick on his feet who will not be rash in his decisions. This is a very sensitive case and a lot can go wrong if we move too quickly.”

“I’ve done human trafficking cases before,” Damian protested, “I can handle it. I can do it!”

“Not like this one you haven’t. A lot can go wrong, it’s too risky.”

“But Father,” Damian said, his voice coming dangerously close to whining and Bruce was having none of it.

“If you are hoping to convince me to bring you,” Bruce said, his voice hard, “throwing a tantrum is not the way to do it. All you are proving to me is that you are a petulant child.”

Damian let out a growl and kicked at Tim’s seat one more time as he collapsed against his own seat. “This isn’t fair,” Tim heard the kid mumble.

“We will leave in a few hours, so when we get home I expect you to wrap up any business you have,” Bruce told Tim, as if there hadn’t just been an argument in the car, “pack warm clothes. It’s still winter in Siberia.”

“Okay,” Tim agreed, typing out an email for Lucius in lieu of the call he had been planning on having, “when will we return?”

“Wednesday, at the earliest,” Bruce grunted, just as they pulled off the highway toward Bristol, “Friday at the latest.”

Nodding, Tim finished up the email and said, “Did you tell my school already?”

“Alfred will call on Monday. I already filled him in on the details.”

“Father, please,” Damian said, much more calmly than anything he’d said thus far.

“No, Damian,” Bruce said gently, almost sadly, while still somehow making his words sound firm and unchangeable, “Not this time.”

The enraged screech Damian let out, however, was nothing near gentle. Tim had to hide his smile again when he heard it, because it was about as close to throwing a tantrum Damian got. At least, the crying kind of tantrum. He stomped around and screamed a lot while throwing things, usually. This just sounded like…. a kid. Being mad his dad won’t buy him that new toy at Walmart.

Amusing.

“Damian Wayne,” Bruce snapped, turning to face Damian while they were stopped at a traffic light, “I said no and that’s final. Keep this up and you’ll find yourself benched indefinitely.”

Bruce’s death glare was leveled at Tim for half a second when he accidentally snorted. But Tim could tell there was no real heat behind it. Not for Tim, at least. It kind of made it harder to not laugh.

But the threat worked, and Damian went silent and still. And remained like that for the rest of the drive home. Tim managed to keep the smile off his face, a feat much harder than would be expected in an atmosphere so tense.

Those good mood vibes from earlier hadn’t been squashed by Damian, and Tim would be hard pressed to say he was anything but happy.

“I hate you, Drake,” Damian eventually muttered, just as Bruce parked the car in the garage.

Tim grinned widely and turned to face Damian, just so he could stick his tongue out at the brat. An action that would have earned him a knife in the face, six months ago. Now all it got him was another kick to his chair. He might have been punched, though, had he not quickly retreated back to the safety of having the seat between them.

Bruce simply raised an eyebrow at Tim, adequately scolding him for his behavior without even opening his mouth.

But then, of course, Bruce did open his mouth, too once they’d gotten out of the car. “If you’re going to act like a child-”

“No,” Tim said hastily, slinging his bag on his back, “you already invited me. No take backs.”

“No take backs?” Bruce echoed, this time not masking the slight upturn of his lips, “Tim, what’s gotten into you?”

Tim just grinned and said, “Nothing.”

“Well,” Bruce said, wrapping an arm around Tim’s shoulder as they walked. Much slower than Damian’s stride, when he’d run into the Manor the second the car doors unlocked, “It’s nice. To see you like this.”

When all Tim did was smile, because heck yeah, it was nice to feel that way, too, Bruce pat his back and then pushed him forward, “Go on. Wrap things up, pack a bag. We leave at 6.”

So Tim did. Even as he listened to Damian throw crap around in his bedroom, just on the other side of the wall from Tim’s, he cheerfully packed a bag.

Because between having a great day at school, making new friends, and getting a rare good mood from Bruce, Tim was already doing pretty well. His days of depression felt pretty well gone and dead. But take all that and add it to going on a week long trip with just him a Bruce? Something that hadn’t happened in years? Something he once thought would never happen again?

Yeah.

Tim was pretty damn ecstatic.

#Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Bruce Wayne #wip

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fangirlandiknowit101 · 5 years ago

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For the writer's ask game, All Odd numbers 😁 no need to answer all if too many. Just wanna hear ur ideas on somee 😁imiss your fanficssss

omg idk if i love you or hating for asking so many questions in one goXD Aww i’m still writing, just veeery slowly... and i’ve had a few very rough weeks (mostly bc of work) so i haven’t had much energy or motivation at all - trying to get back into it so i can write the whole weekend!

1. Do you listen to music when you write?

Sometimes. It depends! Sometimes it helps get into the mood or avoid distraction, but sometimes the music makes me think of other plot ideas which is highly distracting *sweats* Lately, i’ve listened a lot to imagine dragons while writing!

3. Computer or pen and paper?

computer. i have some notebooks with old stuff written down, barely readable. why did i write plotlines in pink?? can’t read it at all lol

5. How much writing do you get done on an average day?

haha.. on average it’s like, nothing. but if i actually have time to write that day, it can be anything from 200 words to 4,000. usually i don’t get to more than 4K in one day for some reason (unless i switch fics to write on lol). maybe 1,000 words is a fairly accurate average!

7. Standalone or series?

usually standalones. i’ve only written one sequel in my life and it’s not even finished (Missing pieces)

9. Current WIP

The sun within me, Lessons in love, For You My Sun, Sugar Star are the ones waiting for new chapters. i’ve got a couple unpublished/unfinished WIPs in my folder... we’ll see if i manage to finish them at some point but i don’t really dare to describe them in case someone would actually want to read them

11. Books and/or authors who influenced you the most

hmm tough question. i grew up reading authors like David Eddings, Eoin Colfer, Tamora Pierce, i went down and checked my bookcase and those three are actually the ones still on display haha. of course i read books like harry potter and narnia etc. too. lots of fantasy basically - and lots and lots of horse books, but i don’t think you can tell in my writing lol. Ender’s game by Orson Scott Card is a favorite, as well as the hobbit and The name of the wind by Patrick Rothfuss. when i studied Finnish in university i had to branch out and read books i would never choose myself, and that really influenced me to broaden my perspective so to say. last book i read was probably Wayward son by Rainbow Rowell (i’m a sucker for sad gay vampires apparently). i also read a ton of murder mysteries like agatha christie when i was younger.

plus, all the manga i read - dragon ball and naruto and love hina and yaoi and god knows what

13. Describe your writing process from idea to polished

oh dear. i usually get an idea that goes sth like “wouldn’t it be hilarious if...” and then it spirals out of control. like, my first long fanfic, Results of a shitty day, was literally me saying “you know what? i want to write a long drama fic like all those other cool authors do” and there was no plan besides at all at first.

i tend to just write a first chapter and then have a general idea of what i want to explore - a certain character growing a certain way, or a certain trope, or just the one scene that won’t go away. For The sun within me, it was literally “hey what if i wrote naruto and sasuke in the road to ninja universe” and for Lessons in love it was “man i really want a fic where Yurio is Viktor’s son and they’re fanboys of Yuuri’s skating”, and me rambling to a friend in the car about it until i was forced to sit down and write it. i definitely make up the plot as i go. every time i decide the plot in advance i end up changing it anyway (yes, this happens even for oneshots sometimes). i love planning though - so much that i constantly re-plan the stories and plan the chapter while writing it too.

15. How do you deal with writer’s block?

badly. i’m a procrastinator. usually i switch between stories, if that doesn’t work, i try to write sth new, usually that doesn’t work and i end up reading fics until i’m convinced i can never write as well as other people can. and then i just have to take a break until my brain goes ping! and i can write again.

17. What writing habits or rituals do you have?

i think the only habit i have is getting easily distracted. *cough*

19. How do you keep yourself motivated?

i’m constantly writing in my head - daydreaming if you want to call it that. typing is very difficult, but i’m usually motivated by the fact that there’s nothing better than to sit down after a long day and just enjoy a really good fic about your OTP, and since people enjoy my writing i can’t just quit and rob them of this. i can’t just enjoy fandom without paying back when i actually have the possibility to do so. it usually works!! also, when i type, the story takes shape in a way it doesn’t in my head, which is actually really cool so i read my own stuff now and then just to remind me of this.

21. Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write?

Sasuke

23. Favourite author

hmm i don’t have just one. or do they mean fanfic author? well i wouldn’t be able to choose either way!

25. Favourite part of writing

when i manage to type a scene the way i pictured it in my head. and when i just write without a plan and things start to make sense!

27. Favourite line/scene

actually, every single scene in The sun within me is my favorite lol

29. Favourite villain

does Sasuke count? no? i’ll say Baz in the Carry On series

31. Least favourite part of writing

the first sentence of a fic or chapter. getting started is the hardest!!

33. Have you ever killed a main character?

i wrote a drabble with naruto and sasuke in the afterlife once. i don’t think i’ve actually killed anyone???

35. What scene/story are you least looking forward to writing?

the next chapter for Lessons in love is giving me a lot of trouble currently :(

37. First sentence or your current WIP

This is the first sentence of chapter 16, Lessons in love: Their last full day in Hasetsu passes in a blur.

And this is the first sentence if a yoi smut fic i’ll post when i finally finish ch 16 for LiL: The metro is always crowded at this time, and Yuuri hates it.

Don’t tell anyone i’m working on yet another smut fic for yoi.

Aaaand this is the first sentence of a sasnar fic i’m writing on when i’m too tired to actually write anything seriously: Sasuke was surprised to find that he was not the only one to be summoned to the Hokage’s office.

I know it was an earlier question, but i actually have something like 17 WIPs in my WIP folder that are not posted in any part yet, of which most will probably never see the light of day.

39. Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had

hmm i don’t know

41. Any advice for new/beginning/young writers?

i have much advice. but i don’t think any of it is very original. the most important thing - there’s no such thing as failure when you’re writing fanfic. write what you want and when you want, the only way to get better is to keep writing! i just re-read an old story to see if it was worth editing and copying over onto ao3, and realized i had used the word “pinkette” to describe sakura. we all start somewhere... and if you ever look back on old fics, focus on how much you enjoyed writing the fic, not if it’s good or not!!

43. What do you do if/when characters don’t follow the outline?

if they don’t, it’s generally because they’re right and i’m not. forcing them back into the outline only makes for awkward writing. i always go along with it to see where it goes - sometimes it ends up somewhere much better than planned, sometimes you realize you’ve made mistakes way back in the fic and now you’re stuck with the choice of changing the plot or going back to rewrite.

45. How much world building do you do?

i actually hate world building. and describing things like scenery and places and clothes. i’ve had to really force myself to work on it. but i also make sure that i only give the absolute necessary information and then slip in the rest in bits and pieces where it fits. but since i mostly write in already set worlds, it’s usually not that necessary.

47. Best way to procrastinate

look at fics and put them in my marked for later and then procrastinate reading them by working on WIPs that are not my published WIPs and then procrastinate those WIPs by finding new fics to read and then maybe re-read my own fics. oh, and scrolling through social media

(i don’t actually have a lot of time to procrastinate bc it’s usually work-take care of horse-shower and dinner-sleep)

49. Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real?

Phichit. so much fun!!!

Wow, that was a lot of questions and a lot of fun!! Sorry for the super long post you have to scroll by lol

Thank you for asking!!!

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caixxa · 7 years ago

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WIP week: Day 2, my favorite wip

I didn’t think I would work on today’s wip this week but the theme of the day made me realize that I do have a favorite wip.

I guess it’s my favorite because it’s kind of a no-pressure work. It’s an existing, posted, complete fic that I actually like a lot, Jussi at Jussi’s (in the brightness of my night) (Hockey rpf)

What makes it a wip? Well, I’m revising it, mainly adding some content that I think enhances the story flow and gives some extra depth to the relationship of the characters. (Gosh I hope it doesn’t mess it up :))

I started the revision work a couple of weeks ago, editing the existing text and writing some more. Today I’ve written some more and edited the summary of the fic on ao3, adding this text to the very beginning:

“Note: this work is undergoing some revisions. This is the original version and it will be up as such until the rewriting has been done, then it will be edited all at once and I will also re-date it. The revisions will mostly be additions to chapters 1 and 2 and will not affect the overall plot. This should happen before June 1st, 2018.”

I’ll edit the fic summary when I update it with the revised version. The new summary mixes old and new:

"Teräväinen? Is he coming?" Jussi asks and Sebastian says he doesn't know, hasn't thought about it.

It's a lie. He has tried hard not to think about it. Him. Them. All that mess he tries to deny ever even happened.

“It’s gonna be a bunch of guys there,” Teuvo says and hopes he doesn’t sound as defensive as he feels. “In a big ass beach house. It’s a party, there’s a music festival. It looks like a nice place.”

Sebastian invites Teuvo to housesit Jussi Jokinen's summer home and hopes to make sense of what happened between them during his sensational rookie season.

The new text I have written so far:

Chapter 1, 607 words

“Are you sure it’s a good idea?”

Teuvo hasn’t meant to tell Olli about his Midsummer plans because he knows exactly what his friend would say. Unfortunately Olli has called and he has picked up.

“I’m not talking about the place, Teukka.”

Teuvo doesn’t answer.

Olli sighs. “Just be careful, okay? ‘Cause frankly, you –“

Teuvo cuts him off. He doesn’t want to hear more; they’ve had this conversation before.

“Okay, stop! It’s. Going. To. Be. Fine.” he says, stressing every word. “Don’t worry about me, please. I thought you have some silverware to watch over with you there?”

It’s an easy bait to get Olli to change subject.

“Your old friend?” Olli asks, accompanied by a soft, genuinely pleased chuckle. “No, I’m getting the Cup to Finland later in the summer.”

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Teuvo knows what he cut Olli off from saying. “Frankly, you—“

“You deserve better,” Olli said, shaking his head. The restaurants had been returned to their usual décor a week after Valentine’s day, and the two players were finishing their after-game dinner after Pens had defeated the Canes in Raleigh. Olli hadn’t believed for a moment that it was only the loss that had made Teuvo distracted and moody, and before Teuvo realized it he had been pouring his heart out to his friend.

“Don’t say that,” Teuvo muttered. “He’s still a great guy. He’s a great player and a great teammate.”

Olli rolled his eyes. “That’s a bunch of greats there. I hope you believe what you’re saying.”

Teuvo started to regret he had told Olli anything.

“It’s not his fault I –“ he said and Olli interrupted.

“Keep falling for his cuteness? Because I get it, he’s one pretty boy, but Christ –“ Olli stopped talking when the waiter arrived with their check, even though it was unlikely anybody understood them in this town when they spoke Finnish.

Olli continued out on the street as Teuvo walked with him back to the Pens’ team hotel.

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but he sounds exactly that type of guy. You know. He wants his perfect little life with his perfect little high school sweetheart girlfriend but explore a little on the side.” Olli made scorning air quotes with his long fingers around the word explore, rolling it off of his tongue full of disdain.

They stopped by the hotel, Olli touched Teuvo’s arm and looked him in the eye. “Take care, okay? Straight guys – “ he sighed “— you can let them play with your dick but not with your heart.”

“I’m fine,” Teuvo said. “Don’t talk about this to anyone, okay?”

Olli gave his forearm a warm squeeze. “I would never. I just… I don’t want to see you being used. Any kind of relationship with someone who makes you feel like shit is not worth it. Trust me, I know.”

“Don’t worry,” Teuvo said. “Thanks for the company.”

“Thanks for the dinner! I’ll see that you get to pay the next one, too.”

“Ha. You wish,” Teuvo said. They had a loser pays -policy to their gameday lunches or dinners, some of the few occasions they could arrange to meet during the season.

The trouble was, Teuvo thought on his way back, being with Sebastian never made him feel like shit. If the feeling only hit afterwards, when the moment was gone, was there really so much to worry about?

Chapter 2, 534 words:

“Promise,” Sebastian said, snuggling the back of his head to Teuvo’s bare chest like a pillow, stroking his shoulders and arms slowly with the palm of his hand.

They kept cuddling in silence; the phone had apparently lost the radio connection. All Teuvo heard was Sebastian’s breath and the even humming of the air conditioning of the large apartment complex.

He ignored the post-game weariness creeping into his body after the long day and night. He didn’t want to let go of the embrace even though Sebastian’s touches had started to burn his skin worse than the alcohol ever had, carrying the grave and acute feeling of farewell, of impending loss.

Hold on as long as you can, they said, tomorrow you’ll be sidelined, replaced.

Sebastian was already up when Teuvo got out of bed in the morning. They had slept in their own rooms: Teuvo hadn’t been sure if he could get sleep but the drained body had taken control and knocked him out as soon as his head had hit the pillow.

There was some rustling in Sebastian’s room. When Teuvo peeked in, Sebastian looked warily up from a plastic trash bag, one high-heeled shoe in his hand, the other one already in the bag. Teuvo could see it through the clear plastic, on top bunched black and red fabric. The lingerie and stockings were stuffed on the bottom of the bag.

Sebastian dropped the other shoe on top of the other and placed the bag on the floor. He looked at Teuvo, shoulders dropped and eyes anxious like after a bad loss.

“Morning,” Teuvo said.

“Morning,” Sebastian replied. He took a side-step to his closet, picked up Teuvo’s jersey that was hanging on a wire hanger from the doorknob and handed it to him. “I checked, it should be clean. I can get it washed if you want,” he said.

Teuvo shook his head. “You don’t have to.” He swallowed and nodded at the trash bag. “And those?”

“I can’t keep them around. It was fun, but…“ Sebastian sighed and looked at him pleadingly. “Can we just not talk about it? It’s… I gotta try,” he said, voice fading down to a mumble.

He picked up the plastic bag, tossed a lipstick into it from his bedside table and tied it into a knot.

“You shouldn’t toss the shoes in the trash. They’re Louboutins,” Teuvo said numbly. His voice felt mechanical and he knew his words made no sense in this situation.

Sebastian looked at the bag with hollow eyes. “I guess,” he said vaguely. “Sell them on eBay if you like.”

Teuvo shook his head and waved with his hand, he didn’t want to think about it. “Whatever.”

He turned to leave but Sebastian’s sudden “Teukka,” at the same time weak and sharp, stopped him.

Sebastian grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug, a short, tight squeeze. “We’re cool, right?” he said, seeking Teuvo’s eyes when they parted again, “I couldn’t have made it here without you. We’ll stay friends, won’t we?”

Teuvo forced a smile on his face, managed to even let out a soft chuckle. “Do I have a choice? We’ll be neighbors and roommates. Linemates, if Peters doesn’t put us in the blender. Might as well be friends, too.”

#wip week #day 2 #hockey rpf #fic #writing #teravainen x aho

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glosstaeduck-blog · 7 years ago

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HOSEOK imagine/ fanfic

One beautiful day your friend and you went to eat cakes and ice cream in one beautiful caffe. You were very excited because it has your favourite cake. The waiter was really cute there but he was so clumsy and scared of everything all the time. Once you went for a coffee there and he was scared of one small bug and he made you all wet because he threw water on the place where he thought that something was moving.

You said hi to him and said like usuall because you two were almost like friends but both of u didn’t knew eachothers name nor age and that was really funny because you asked yourself if you can like him. He was despite of being clumsy really sweet and funny. His beautiful smile made your day everytime you saw him. he was almost like your fav cake. You even asked yourself if your really coming here for cake or your coming here for HIM so you can see his beautiful smile once again. He said once that he has few of best friends and that he likes to dance in his free time. He even asked you if you want to dance with him but you said that your busy because you actually were with university.And today here you are with your friend who has to go soon because her boyfriend called her, then she left you quite quickly, dispite of that you were sitting alone there with your favourite cake and favourite flower aka the pretty waiter who is smilingly watching you eat making you blush. He came to your table and asked

H: 'soo ur alone right now? how sad...you want me to be here so u can talk about random stuff?' He smiled with his warms smile and he made your cheeks feel warm. You blushed, you just nodded and said

y: Yeah people dich me easily soo if i may ask you whats your favourite cake here since ur here all the time you must’ve tried all of the cakes hehe. He smiled and sighted

H:ohh i did tried almost all but out of all*cough*well you. You weren’t sure if you heared that right so you looked at him weirdly and said

y: hmm what kind of cake is that...if i heared that right. He smiled again and left because a new customer came because it was evening and you were alone. He asked you too drive you home because he finnished his shift. You accepted the offer but you weren’t sure if that is the right thing to do. You two walked to his car and on that walk he made weird noises he baiscally told you that he can sound like chicken you both came to his car and he started to dance. You saw how happy he is, but you asked yourself if that is because of you his sudden change in his mood. Does he only act soo happy when he is around you or he is normally like this. He saw one cool car beside his and acted like its his but he was too scared to activate alarm so he just went into his car and like a gentleman he opened your door and said:

H: for you maddame you ust laughed and when you were both in the car you plucked the courage to ask:

y: so whats ur name? bc idk how to call you haha. he laughed again and giggeld

H: its Hoseok my fav flower .. you were so focused to hear his name that you didn’t noticed that he called u litlle flower. After that he said:

H: i don’t know your name but since the first time i saw you i named you my lil flower bc you remmind me of strawberry flower. He blushed and pooked your cheek because hes so energetic you wondered if he ever runs out of the energy. Then he asked you:

H:do you want to see me dance tonight? i have a competition with my friends soo would it be a problem to cheer for me? he said that with such cute voice you thought that you could melt

y: well i dont have anything importan to do today i’ll come hehe he was even more excited than before. He pulled out where the competion is and when you came inside of the building he showed you where you can sit and wait because he has to change and he said in how many minutes his gonna preform you were beyond excited and you hoped that he will win. The music started and you jumped. It was him and his group of friends who started to sing and dance and you never thought that, that clumsy happy boy can be so fierce and that he can rap...and his rap was really good. He looked at yoou whenever he can and he looked sright at your eyes he and his friends finnished their preformance and he came straigt to you hugging you thightly you never excpected this from him it it was soo sweet and heartwarming he said then

h: we will win i can see that in judges eyes then he hugged you again and followed

H:it must be because of you, you must be my lucky charm...haha ahh im so happy right now he said that he has to go to his friends and after awards that he wil come too you and he also said that hes sorry for leaving you alone and he feels like ur always alone and you must agree with him because you really are alone. You sat back at the chair you were prevously scrolling down your sns and you noticed that ppl you know from somewhere were here and you saw his preformance and you decided to watch it. The person who took the video got in the vid how Hoseok hugged you. You were so amazed by how fast stuff like this spread everywhere. He finally came with an award which he already predicted that he will get. Is it even possible for that boy to be energetic more than usual...well he was legit hyper he was like some happy pill you would take while having an bad day. He said that you sould follow him because he would take you somewhere and he took you to the park. In the park with stars and moon on the horizont.You went like a lil kid too the swings, you went that fast that u didnt noticed that he had ur fav cake in his hands, so he came to u and stoped you from going up and down you stoped the movement and stood up and he showed u the cake and you were so happy again with same strawberry cake, then you realised why he said strawberry cake and why he said you.. you blused and he then said

H:here its for you, for my lucky charm who has to eat so i can pinch her cheeks you tried the cake it was amazing. Then the sunshine boy started to laugh you asked what it is he said that you have a bir of cream on your lip. You started too wip your lips then you asked if there is any more left he said yes and you wiped again then asked the same question...you got mad but he just smiled and said clamly

H: here let me help u with that he took your tisue and he putted it in his hand while he with his other hand cupped your cheek and leaned closer..then he kissed you and licked the part where that cream was. You stood there shocked by his actions but still he made you happy when he pulled out. Both of you were red like tomatoes but sweet as any chocolate in the world

H: giveme your phone so you can have my phone number and here is mine i wanna have your phone number you typed ur number and then there was ur name option...u thought of what to type you typed for the name

.....______Strawberry girl______....

then you got your phone back and you saw that he wrote

....______your future everything______....

you gasped and wanted to ask him what is this but when you saw his smile everything else was irrelavant.

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linssikeittomies · 7 years ago

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VR: What do you look like? (WIP)

Masterpost Mimi’s first time seeing Marsohu’s “human” form. This scene is kind of old, and I’m not that happy with it, especially the translated version(original was in Finnish). First written when Joyjaa’s character initially appeared much nicer than he does in newest version, I had to update some things, and I used expressions that are hard to translate into English... So the language is even more flat than it is in Finnish. (Italics are words spoken in English, because Mimi doesn’t know the Tagor equivalent)(Hoki is the name of the animal that resembles hyenas)

Joyjaa used his human form more often than his hyena form. Maybe he felt more human than kini. Maybe he just didn’t get along with his kini mother. How should I know. And frankly, he interested me less and less each passing minute. I hadn’t liked him from day one, and since then he had only proven the first impression had been correct – he was an arsehole who enjoyed attention far too much and talked about nothing as much as he did about himself. He pretended to be jovial and social, when in reality he was neither. I doubted he even remembered my name despite being the one to demand I take the job.

Marsohu on the other hand. He was always quiet, always observing. He listened keenly and thought constantly, green eyes burning and claws scratched the ground distractedly.”We don’t have forests like you anymore”, I continued my story. ”Most of the land is… is… All the land is inhabited. Forests are felled from… humans build on forests.” ”No forests anywhere? The whole planet has been felled clean?” ”No, not clean, but most forests are… farmed. Plant… planted. Not wild.” Damn, some words were so hard. I was getting better at using the past tense, but when I had to think up some rare expression I almost always forgot to apply the correct tense. ”The trees are young and there are few animals. In places far away from my home there are still… uhh… we call them jungle, or rainforest. They’re different than this. They’re… wet. Different trees. More bugs.” I glanced at Marsohu. He was listening with strained ears, but immediately turned to look away as if he wasn’t the least bit interested. His tail twitched impatiently. I didn’t try too hard to suppress the snort, and Joyjaa smirked and said something to him. He acted deaf. ”Rainforests also most felled.” And that, ladies and gentleman, is how you got his attention back. So impossibly curious but too childishly proud to admit it. He really was like a housecat. ”What are the cities like?” Joyjaa asked just for the sake of hearing his own voice again, after all he hadn’t spoken in ten full seconds! ”There are different kinds. The name of my city is Sheffield. It’s much larger than Tir, and… more… dense? London is bigger, some are smaller. Some cities are… attached? Attached to each other. Much humans, few animals. No kinis.” ”Of course not! Kinis are only found here. Some have moved on the other side of the mountains. I’ve thought about it, too.” No, he hadn’t, there would be no one to listen to his bull crap and self-praise. ”We have a story like kinis. Werewolf is a human who turns into a wolf. A wolf is – many animals together? Lives in a group?” ”Ibosu?” ”Could be. I don’t know the word in Tagorese. A wolf is an ibosu.”Again I turned quickly from Joyjaa to Marsohu. Before I had even stopped the motion he was already staring away is if bored. So childish. From Joyjaa’s stories I had figured they were more or less the same age, but it was hard to believe when faced with acts like this. ”Marsohu, how old are you?” ”A little younger than me”, Joyjaa told. ”What do you look like as human? You’re always hoki, don’t you like be as human?” ”Don’t you like being human?” Joyjaa corrected snidely, all pretense of friendliness gone from his voice. Guess that meant he hated humans just as much as Marsohu did, but didn’t explain why he still preferred the human form. ”And this form isn’t human, either, it’s still kini.” ”It looks human.” ”And you look smart”, he answered with a condescending smile. I could hear Jotiri adjusting his stance behind me, presumably wanting to wipe the smirk off his smug face. He hated Joyjaa even more than I did, and he wasn’t even obligated to kiss up to him. And then the dickhead did that face that never predicted anything good. Conceited smirk and narrowed eyes. Had I dared, I’d have hit him. With something heavy and sharp. Never had I seen anyone with a face as infuriating as him. ”Well, brother dear, why don’t you show her highness your human form?” Marsohu looked at him with suspicion. He knew his brother’s expressions, but not his thoughts. He also knew that if you resist him, he can just make you want to do whatever he’s after. With a deep sigh he submitted again, and I really felt for him. I only had to tolerate Joyjaa maybe an hour at a time, but the poor boy was shackled to his flesh and blood. The transformation was just as confusing each time. I could look as hard as I could but the cloudiness always seemed to form in my own eyes instead of around the kini, and each time I had to rub my eyes because I was convinced I was going blind. And each time I opened them again there was just something else instead of a hyena standing in front of me. This time it was a black-haired man. An even taller than Joyjaa, with a slender build, emerald-eyed, beautiful, black-haired man. His amazingly bright eyes looked at me bothered, they hit me straight in the heart like lightning. The choppy, messy black strands fell like silk on his shoulders. His slim face and narrow shoulders made him look more feminine than his brother. He wore a dark green tunic and black shorts, which showed off his long legs and wide paws, covered with glistening black fur. His arms were also fuzzy, but the hands were hairless. His ears were turned back in annoyance and he turned his gaze to the forest. I was struck speechless. I hadn’t expected him to look like this. I thought he’d look more like Joyjaa, with similar dickish expressions. A bit chubby, maybe freckled. But instead he was so pretty and embarrassed. The two brothers were nothing alike, you couldn’t have mistaken them for family even if they said so. Suddenly it became difficult to breathe. I noticed Joyjaa glaring at me with the most hostile look, and jerked. It looked like only noticed it himself then, because for a moment he looked confused and I could breathe again. After he collected himself, he plastered that stupid smile back on his face. ”Well, how do you like it?” he cooed coyly. I blushed and lightly cleared my throat. I didn’t have the courage to answer honestly, not after he force-strangled me. I didn’t know what kind of answer he was after. ”I… Well… It’s different from what I expected” sounded like a suitably neutral answer, and it did spare me a second choking, so I continued. ” You two look much different. Very! Very different.” That still wasn’t the opinion he had wanted to hear, as he turned hostile again. But at least it was light hostility, it had no physical effects. ”We’re cousins, not twins”, he shot back with a what-are-you-an-idiot-tone. Excuse me, since when were they cousins and not brothers? Better still to just go with whatever he said. ”Of course, I just… I don’t know. Expected something different.” Marsohu’s tail started whipping, so I rushed to explain lest I get two enraged kinis cursing me. ”I don’t mean bad, I like it actually -” He waved his hand to make me shut up, and with a light blush turned to glare daggers at his brother. Cousin? Joyjaa looked back just as furious. They stayed like this for a fair while, both equally silent. Joyjaa loved speaking out loud, so this spoke volumes of how private he wanted this argument to be. I used the opportiny to compare the two further. Marsohu’s nose was more flat and upturned, his ears a little smaller and more triangular than Joyjaa’s soft squares, his skin a tad darker, the fur thicker and much shorter, but covering his thighs completely. Joyjaa, for once telling the truth about something, was a little older – he looked roughly 25, while Marsohu was around 22. Joyjaa had enough of the row and turned back to me smiling. ”You are wanted at home”, he told to me oddly sweetly, hardly a trace of malice in voice. Marsohu transformed back into a hyena and stalked off, disappearing from view in seconds. Joyjaa threw a poisonous glare after him and walked in another direction, without even saying bye. ”Their manners get worse every time you visit here”, Jotiri grumbled as we climbed in the buggy.

#VRbutnotlikethat #WIP scene #wiptale #linssioriginals #original fiction #Mimi #Marsohu #Joyjaa #Jotiri

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yichens · 4 years ago

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fic tag game

thank you so much for tagging me @i-am-just-a-kiddo ♥ i love rambling about my fics and my writing even if it always also brings up all the doubts and insecurities i have but. these are my children so i will show them some love :’) and it is always just wonderful to share this all with you my dear ♥

placing under cut bc i do ramble, as yall know to expect by now!

Name: VishCount i’ve already explained the origin of that name a couple of times so am sparing you from that but gotta just say that i never expected to get so fond of this username and the nicknames that followed ♥

Fandoms: wow ok so buckle up, this is gonna be a ride first i gotta mention the finnish fandom for this youtuber group called LaeppaVika. i adored them as a teenager and i still watch the videos sometimes :’) couple of the members still stream stuff even if the group has pretty much fallen apart by now and am just very fond every time. they feel like home in a way. those fics were my first ones and am still kinda proud of some of those?

then there’s this one random finnish utapri fic i once wrote... tbh i’m not sure why my anime fandoms never made me write anything? maybe it was the inexperience and the fear of using a second language lol

after i got over that and got into BTS, i’ve written a ton for them. most of those are oneshots that vary from 1k words to 10k or something. a couple of longer ones have sprouted too and one is still in the making and i have sooooo many ideas. mostly just random aus. i adore to write those.

lately MDZS has been my favored fandom and it has gotten some oneshots too as well as my gigantic xicheng fic that hangs somewhere well above 100k now. i wish to finish the last part for that soon but who knows, maybe it will take longer than expected sigh. and now DMBJ has pushed in as something that yells at me to write tho i’ve only posted a short oneshot for it for now. and oh, last year i also posted a couple of silly oneshots for 2moons! that was... weird tbh but am glad i did that.

i wish i had more fandoms tbh bc there is so much interesting stuff there and i have so many ideas and inspirations but i’m very slow at writing. things don’t always just come out and some fandoms don’t grasp me for long enough that i would be able to tap into any projects. but i have no hurry, right?

Tropes: hmm do i have any? am not sure. i thought that maybe soulmate aus or some abo stuff was my thing but i’ve slowly drifted away from those. then it comes to just... idk. hurt/comfort? found families? i also adore slow burn these days and i feel like i’ve gotten a bit better at writing that but it’s still a struggle. also just, as already noted, all these different aus? mostly fantasy based ones. those are always so cool and somehow very whimsical? and lately i’ve also just fallen into this hole where i love to write some bittersweet tragedies or at least stuff that feels like a tragedy in some sense (and i blame my dear kiddo for that bc they’ve written the sweetest of tragedies and i want that too ok)

Fic I spent most time on: how do you count this? do wips count? bc if they do, then I feel like my xicheng fic called you’re the sunset and i’m the last purple left behind is it. it just keeps on going and i feel like i’ve given it all of my waking hours and heart and soul. then it could also be my BTS abo fic My Lungs for You to Breathe that is slowly reaching its second year? am not sure. but it has been going for ages bc sometimes it comes and sometimes it goes and currently i’ve spent over six months without updating it and. yeah. (it would be nice to mention some fic here that i’ve made some research for but tbh i never do any research. am horrible like that but i’ve never just. had the energy? tho i have hopes that i could go on this wild research spree for this one guardian idea i have but let’s see...)

Favorite fic(s) you’ve written: (making a list bc am unable to choose, fight me)

and you remain - my pingxie oneshot that just helped me to get all of the feelings i had after tlt2 pour out. am very fond of it destiny tied us together - some introspection of lwj and jc’s relationship and how it changes throughout the years as they both mature, learn things about themselves, fall in love and realize that they share the same ppl in their hearts (and maybe develop a tentative friendship bc they’re so similar in so many ways). i had so much fun with this and it just felt like my brightest moment haha painting your skin with all of me - the xicheng soulmate oneshot i wrote at some point and still adore. it just seemed to work and in the middle of my xicheng struggles writing them so briefly and gently just felt right pouring love (growing flowers) - the ot7 oneshot i wrote bc of this one amazing twt prompt/moodboard. it was the last part of my mono series. i love it so much. joon was so nice to write throughout the whole thing ;; lilies bloomed under your carpet - my god au for taejoon. it poured out of me so wonderfully and it was so amazing. still one of my favorite creations, this whole au. Stories Untold / chapter 3 - this was a collection of taejoon oneshots that i was trying to make but am not sure if i will ever finish them all. but this one, where tae is a forest god and joon a human able to see supernatural things, is very dear to me bc it just feels complete

Fic I spent least time on: gosh i think it must be either my first wangxian oneshot we had it almost or my touch-starved joon oneshot show me my skin and touch my heart with very soft and lovely taejoon. both created themselves in a couple of hours?

Longest fic: currently my xicheng monster but i somehow expect my bts abo fic to get even longer if i ever manage to finish it

Shortest fic: it’s apparently my namseok fic for joon’s tokyo called missing you (i’m homesick). it created itself out of my own experiences of living in a long distance relationship and is one of my faves in that series.

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks: most hits and comments go for my bts abo fic which doesn’t really surprise me when it’s a multichapter fic :’D most kudos go for the already mentioned xicheng oneshot and most bookmarks go for the bts ot7 fic!

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: hmm if i could rewrite something, it would probably be my first bts fic and my second long fic called Even the Universe Makes Mistakes. that soulmate au now feels a bit outdated and there are many parts i would like to change and things i would love to think again. then if i was allowed to expand some world, i would love to write more for the xicheng soulmate au bc there are many other pairings i would love to explore there too or just to see lxc’s take on the events perhaps. other thing would be my namgi oneshot it passes (for us both) bc i adore namgi and the love they create in that brief moment.

Share a bit of a WIP: it hasn’t been long since i shared snippets of several wips but let’s go with my pingxie which i’ve been working on and am just so damn excited about (especially now that i can use the bazaar photoshoot imagery as inspiration):

“He moves, pulled in by the darkness of the lake, mirroring the softly blue sky with its gray, heavy clouds. The snow lands on his nose, into his lashes, clings to his coat and his shoes. He doesn’t feel cold, doesn’t hear anything beyond the softness of the snowfall. Nothing exists and everything does, real and fake at the same time, comforting but still making him feel afraid.

He could lose himself here, could be lost from everything. He could stay and be forgotten, could join those people that tried to make him remain, could take the easier way. He could rest, just like he was supposed to do so many times before.

Maybe he does belong, after all. Maybe he is part of this place, so awfully familiar with it, so willing to even stop his own heart to get here. And maybe he is not, this place only hungry for those who don’t yet remain, refuse to give into this dream-like space.”

thank you once more for tagging me my dear! this was fun even if looking back to my old fics and all the lack of updating and posting these days makes me feel kinda bad... i’ve just been in a slump lately and am slowly trying to get out of it even if i almost fall back in all the time. it’s funny when last spring i felt like i was at my peak sigh. but well, as i’ve already said, i have time right?

i dunno so many writers over here but i’m tagging @cross-d-a and @kholran bc i’m curious about your work. also tagging @inkblue-black and @jockvillagersonly if you want to blabber about something or if you just want to see this. and oh also tagging @wangxianbunnydoodles bc am always open for new ppl and i know that you write ^^

#tag game #sorry am making these posts today again #also sorry for always tagging the same ppl #i hope you don't mind #have fun!!#about me

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karkkidoeswriting · 7 years ago

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11 Question tag

Thank you for tagging @rosecorcoranwrites :) These are fun questions!

1) What is your favorite thing about writing?

It’s the best feeling when you see your internal worlds becoming something more than black words on white paper.

2) Can I have an out of context sentence from you WIP?

Finnish: Katsomatta toisiinsa Julius ja Marcus molemmat ajattelivat samaa asiaa; sitä päivää, kun nuori kaunis Clementia kuoli ja he melkein tappoivat toisensa.

Without looking at one another Julius and Marcus thought about the same thing; the day when young beautiful Clementia died and they almost killed each other.

3) Is there a favorite place where you like to write?

It depends. Sometimes I prefer my bed, but other times especially when it is raining or snowing I prefer my desk beside the window.

4) Do you share your WIPs with anyone before finishing them?

Okay, so I was extremely conscious about my writing and hadn’t even told anyone I wrote. It took me about half a year that I admitted I wrote stories to my boyfriend. And more time to even tell him what was the story about. I still haven’t told anyone else (except for you guys) but now I let him read it to have his opinion.

5) Is there a book/author that inspired to start writing? If so, which one?

Not exactly. It’s more like every book I have ever read - good or bad - have inspired me to write. I always think how could I make a story this good or how would I tell this story better. Every time I read a book I get this writing mania.

6) Can you multitask while you’re writing?

No. I can concentrate intensely but only on one thing at a time.

7) The strangest thing you ever researched for a WIP.

Not sure what is considered strange. I have researched about etymology of Russia and when was ketchup invented but still not sure are they strange things.

8) When did you start writing?

In elementary school I wrote something but what I consider my first real story is the one I started to write at the beginning of junior high, but I never finished it. I hadn’t really brainstorming or outlining process until about a few years ago.

9) Which is your favorite, prose or poetry?

I haven’t really got to know poetry well, so I must say prose.

10) Do you like to play with tropes in your writing?

I absolutely love it. I also love to read about it. It is never my main intention, but I always get exited when I can include upside down turned trope in my story.

11) A good piece of writing advice, in your opinion, is…

Just write the first draft without thinking too much about details and then you can think everything through. Hearing this changed my life. Thinking that I was writing the final text when I was writing a first draft, was the main reason I couldn’t finish any of my stories.

I will tag @necwrites, @toboldlywrite, @enasroterfaden, @briannadeberry and @stephaniewrites. You can write the same questions if you like! :)

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