#but if anyone wants to draw this or make a fanfic of it

[novaursa]

Hey would you ever do a Helaena fanfic maybe yn is Helaena's older or younger brother and they get married or while Helaena is married to Aegon she falls in love with yn or something like that

Beyond Duty

- Summary: Helaena refuses to marry Aegon because her heart was already given to someone else. You.

- Paring: brother!reader/Helaena Targaryen

- Note: This short story will be expanded with the second part adding a marriage ceremony between the reader and Helaena.

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The candlelight flickers softly in the chambers of the Red Keep. The night air is warm, carrying with it the faint scent of the gardens below, where jasmine and roses intertwine. You find yourself seated by the window, a book resting idly in your hands. The words blur together, your thoughts distracted by the events of the day.

A soft knock at the door draws your attention, and before you can respond, it creaks open to reveal Helaena. Her presence is like a breath of fresh air, her silver-gold hair cascading over her shoulders, the pale lavender of her gown catching the low light. She hesitates at the threshold, her violet eyes meeting yours with a shyness that belies the strength within her.

“May I come in, brother?” she asks, her voice gentle and uncertain.

“Of course, Helaena,” you reply, setting the book aside. “You’re always welcome here.”

She steps inside, closing the door softly behind her. There’s something different about her tonight, a quiet intensity in her gaze that you can’t quite place. She moves to the window beside you, looking out over the sprawling city below.

“I saw something today,” she begins softly, her hands clasped before her. “A dragonfly caught in a spider’s web.”

Her words are typical of her, cryptic yet filled with hidden meaning. You’ve always admired her peculiar way of seeing the world, her ability to find beauty and truth in the smallest things. You wait for her to continue, sensing there is more she wishes to say.

“I freed it,” she murmurs, glancing at you from the corner of her eye. “It struggled so fiercely, but I could not bear to see it trapped like that, its wings torn and tattered.”

“Did it survive?” you ask, leaning closer, your interest piqued not by the insect but by what her words might signify.

She nods, a small smile playing at her lips. “It did. It flew away, its flight uneven, but it was free.”

There’s a pause, the silence between you filled with unspoken words. You can feel her gaze lingering on you, and when you meet her eyes, there’s a softness there that you’ve never noticed before, a vulnerability that catches you off guard.

“Do you ever feel like that, Y/N?” she asks quietly. “Trapped, struggling to break free?”

You’re taken aback by her question, the raw honesty of it. You’ve never spoken of such things before, not with anyone, and certainly not with her. Yet here she is, her eyes searching yours, as if she sees past the carefully constructed walls you’ve built around yourself.

“Sometimes,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “There are times when it feels like the expectations, the duties, they weigh down on me. It’s hard to breathe under it all.”

She reaches out then, her hand resting lightly on your arm. The touch is unexpected, sending a jolt through you, and you realize how close she’s standing. You can see every delicate feature of her face, the slight curve of her lips, the flecks of gold in her eyes.

“I know what it’s like,” she says softly. “To feel trapped, to want something more, something different. But you’re not alone, Y/N. You don’t have to carry it all by yourself.”

There’s something in her voice, a depth of emotion that makes your heart ache. You’ve always cared for her, your sweet sister, but this is something else, something new and terrifying in its intensity. You can feel the bond between you shifting, deepening in ways you hadn’t anticipated.

“I don’t know if I’m strong enough,” you confess, the words spilling out before you can stop them. “There’s so much expected of us, so many eyes watching, waiting for us to fail.”

She steps closer, her hand moving to cup your cheek, her touch gentle and warm. “You are strong, Y/N. Stronger than you know. And you have me.”

Her words wrap around you like a promise, and for the first time in a long while, the weight on your shoulders seems to lighten. You lean into her touch, your eyes closing briefly as you savor the moment, the quiet intimacy of it. When you open them again, she’s watching you with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

“Helaena,” you murmur, your voice rough with emotion. “I—”

But before you can finish, she rises up on her toes, her lips brushing softly against yours. The kiss is tentative, a question as much as a declaration, and you find yourself answering it without thought, your hands coming up to cradle her face as you deepen the kiss.

It’s everything and nothing like you imagined, the taste of her sweet and intoxicating. There’s a softness to her, a gentleness that contrasts with the fierce passion you can feel simmering beneath the surface. When you finally pull away, you’re both breathing hard, your foreheads resting together.

“I’ve loved you for so long,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I was afraid to say it, afraid it would change things, but I can’t keep it inside anymore.”

Her confession leaves you stunned, your heart pounding in your chest. You’ve never allowed yourself to consider the possibility, the idea that she might feel the same way you do. But now that it’s out in the open, there’s no going back, no pretending that this moment, this connection between you, doesn’t exist.

“Helaena,” you say, your voice thick with emotion. “I love you too. I don’t know when it started, but I do.”

She smiles then, a brilliant, radiant smile that lights up her entire face. And in that moment, everything else fades away—the expectations, the duties, the suffocating weight of your lives. There is only her, only this moment, and the love that you share.

For the first time in a long while, you feel free.

The Great Hall is alive with the soft murmur of conversation and the clink of silver against porcelain. The long table is set with an elaborate spread of roasted meats, freshly baked breads, and delicate desserts, the air heavy with the rich scents of a feast. Candles burn brightly in their sconces, casting a warm glow over the gathered family. King Viserys sits at the head of the table, his face lit with a rare smile as he looks upon his children.

Alicent, seated beside him, wears a tight-lipped smile, her eyes flicking between each of you, as if gauging the temperature of the room. Aegon lounges lazily in his chair, his goblet already half-empty, his gaze distant and bored. Aemond sits stiffly, his one good eye focused on the plate before him, his expression unreadable. Helaena, across from you, seems lost in her own world, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup in an idle, absent-minded fashion.

You sit quietly, observing the scene, the tension beneath the surface palpable. These dinners have always been fraught, the weight of expectations and unspoken words pressing down like a physical force. Tonight, however, there is an added edge, an anticipation that crackles in the air like a storm waiting to break.

Viserys clears his throat, drawing everyone’s attention. “I have been thinking,” he begins, his tone casual but carrying an undercurrent of something more, something final. “It is time we spoke of betrothals.”

Alicent’s smile tightens, her hands folding neatly in her lap. “Yes, Your Grace. It is a matter that has been on all our minds.”

Aegon lets out a sigh, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Must we talk of such things now?” he mutters, earning a sharp look from Alicent.

“Hush, Aegon,” she hisses, her gaze flicking nervously to Viserys, who either does not notice or chooses to ignore his son’s insolence.

“Yes, we must,” Viserys continues, unperturbed. “It is the duty of the royal family to secure the line of succession, to ensure the strength and unity of House Targaryen.” He pauses, his gaze settling on Helaena. “Which is why I believe it is fitting that Helaena marry Aegon, as befits our eldest son and only daughter.”

The silence that follows is deafening, the weight of his words settling over the table like a shroud. You feel a sharp pang in your chest, your gaze shifting to Helaena, whose face has gone pale. Her eyes, usually distant and serene, are wide with shock and something else—fear, perhaps, or defiance.

“No.”

The single word falls like a stone into the still waters of the room, the shockwave of it rippling through the silence. Everyone turns to stare at her, stunned. Alicent’s face drains of color, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Aegon blinks, his drunken haze momentarily cleared by sheer disbelief. Even Aemond looks up, his single eye narrowing as if trying to decipher a puzzle.

Viserys’s smile falters, confusion knitting his brows together. “What did you say, Helaena?”

She lifts her chin, a steely resolve settling over her delicate features. “I said no, Father. I do not want to marry Aegon.”

The words hang in the air, shocking in their boldness. You’ve never seen her like this, so fierce and determined. There’s a fire in her eyes, a strength that belies her usual quiet, ethereal demeanor. It’s as if a veil has been lifted, revealing a side of her that none of you have ever truly seen before.

Alicent recovers first, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and anger. “Helaena, you cannot speak to your father this way. This is a matter of duty, of family. You do not have the luxury of choice.”

Helaena’s gaze shifts to her mother, and there is a flash of something—hurt, perhaps, or betrayal. “Do you think I do not know my duty, Mother?” she asks, her voice steady, though you can see the effort it takes for her to maintain it. “I have always done what was expected of me. I have obeyed, I have been quiet, I have been good. But this—I cannot do this.”

Viserys looks bewildered, his eyes searching Helaena’s face as if he’s seeing her for the first time. “But why, Helaena? Aegon is your brother, your family. It is a union that would strengthen the realm, ensure the Targaryen bloodline. What reason could you have for refusing?”

Helaena’s gaze flicks briefly to Aegon, who is staring at her with a mix of irritation and confusion. “Aegon is my brother, yes, but he is not the man I would choose to be my husband. He is not the one I—” She stops herself, a flush rising in her cheeks, and you realize, with a jolt, what she was about to say.

Your heart pounds in your chest, the implication of her words hitting you like a blow. Could it be…?

“Helaena,” Viserys says, his tone gentler now, almost pleading. “You know what is expected of you. This is not about personal feelings. It is about duty, about family. Please, my dear, do not make this harder than it needs to be.”

Her gaze shifts to you then, and there is something raw and vulnerable in her eyes, something that makes your breath catch. “I understand duty, Father, but I also know my own heart. And my heart does not belong to Aegon.”

The room falls into stunned silence once more, the implications of her words hanging heavy in the air. You can feel the weight of everyone’s gaze on you, the unspoken question burning in the space between you and Helaena.

Aegon snorts, breaking the tension. “Well, that’s a fine thing to say. Who, then, Helaena? Who is it that you think you love, if not me?”

She doesn’t answer, her eyes still locked on yours, and you realize, with a shock that sends a shiver down your spine, that it’s true. That all those moments, those glances, those touches that lingered just a little too long—they weren’t just in your imagination.

“Helaena…” you begin, your voice hoarse, unsure of what to say, of what to do.

But she shakes her head, a small, sad smile touching her lips. “It does not matter, Y/N. I know this is not something I can change. But I needed to say it, even if only this once.”

Alicent rises to her feet, her face pale with fury. “This is madness,” she snaps. “Helaena, you will do as you are told. You will marry Aegon, as is your duty. This foolishness—”

“Enough, Alicent,” Viserys interrupts, his voice sharp. “Helaena has spoken her mind, and I will not force her into something she so clearly does not want.”

His words leave everyone stunned once more, even Helaena. Alicent looks as if she’s been struck, her mouth opening and closing as she struggles to find the words.

“But Viserys, she—”

“No, Alicent,” he says firmly. “I will not have my daughter miserable, not if there is another way. We will find a solution, one that suits us all. But she will not be forced into a marriage she does not want.”

Helaena’s eyes fill with tears, and she rises slowly, bowing her head. “Thank you, Father,” she whispers, her voice choked with emotion. “I will not forget this kindness.”

With that, she turns and leaves the hall, her steps quick and unsteady, leaving a stunned silence in her wake. You stare after her, your heart pounding, a thousand thoughts racing through your mind. Everything has changed, and you’re not sure what comes next.

[madlad-sadgal]

Goldenheart AU

Should I really start thinking up a whole other AU when I'm still trying to plan out one? No. Am I gonna do it anyways? Yes.

Quick note #1, this is a mix of Band AU and "Separated Childhood friends who meet again as adults (except one doesn't know it's their childhood friend)" AU.

Also a note at the end.

Nimona Spoilers (Maybe? Not sure, but I'll out a cut here just in case)

In this AU, there's no kingdom surrounded by big ass walls with canons, although I'm not sure if there are shapeshifters or not (Nimona's still there, I'm just not sure if they can shapeshift or not or if they're just this weird energetic teenager). What is there though is social classes.

The Queen, aka Valerin, is Ambrosius' mother and she runs a very successful company. Ambrosius is therefor part of the richer class which basically has access to anything.

Ballister Boldheart, on the other hand, although he isn't living on the streets, his family isn't doing the best when it comes to money and he does some easy jobs to try and gather money to help his parents.

The boys meet at the park one day. Ambrosius was out playing with some friends from school (Todd maybe with a few random OCs) when he saw the scrawny boy picking up trash, so he decided to approach him. Turns out the scrawny boy (Ballister) was picking up trash to help the park keeper who'd then pay him depending on the amount of trash he picked up

Ambrosius felt bad for him so he decided to help him and didn't leave until his mom's secretary and his nanny (The Director, who else) came to pick him up

The Director obviously saw the two interact and didn't think much of it, until Ambrosius starts asking for money from his mom to help his new friend, which she actively gives him and praises him for helping people in need, and then Ballister's coming to visit and now the two are inseparable

Now she obviously doesn't like that, but she brushes it off thinking that this'll pass when Ambrosius grows up and realizes that he's much better than that

But then something happens (you choose what, can be a death, something good with the company) and Ambrosius has to move away, so the two boys who have been friends for like six-seven are now separated and heart broken, and since Bal can't afford a phone they won't be able to keep in touch, and he outright refuses to let Ambrosius give him one, so now they're separated

Fast forward a few years, it is now Ambrosius' 21st birthday, and to celebrate, he's allowed to choose one band that Valerin will pay to show up, and he chooses the Shifters/The Shapeshifters/whatever else references the movie or comic

The Shifters are a small band that's pretty recent, but Ambrosius loves their songs, and he thinks the lead singer, who goes by Bal, is cute

The band shows up and Ambrosius is having the time of his life, even more so when two members of the band, Bal and Nimona, come to personally wish him a happy birthday

Obviously, he's just talked to his celebrity crush, so he fails to notice just how familiar Bal is, and he doesn't think he'll ever meet the man again

Bal, on the other hand, is well set on seeing Ambrosius again, because holy fuck that's his childhood friend, and he had to practically beg Nimona and the rest of the band (some OCs maybe) to come here just so he could see him

Ballister started this band in hopes that it would take off and he could make a living out of it to help his parents (for plot convenience, it works out or not, depends what direction you wanna go)

So, when Ballister sees Ambrosius again in a cafe, he strikes up a conversation and they end up talking for a long while and end up exchanging numbers

What isn't planned in the plan is for the Director to recognize Ballister and know how much of a crush Ambrosius has on him (despite him not knowing who he really is) and she doesn't like that because someone from higher class dating someone lower class like Ballister hell no

Then starts her plans to foil everything, Nimona being slightly annoyed at Ballister desperately trying to get back in contact with his friend, Ambrosius having a celebrity crush that surprisingly actually works out and Valerin being oblivious to all of this

Ambrosius looks pretty much just like he does in the movie when he's wearing his civilian clothes, except he has long hair with the under part shaved (Is there a name for that haircut?)

Valerin and the Director dress like business women instead of royals

Nimona has basically the same style, except add a bunch of colour: pins, dyed streaks of hair, bright bracelets, etc.

Ballister has a similar style to Nimona, and he dyed a streak of his hair pink (because I can)

That's all I got for now. If this catches anyone's eye, I'll make another part exploring why the Director dislikes the mix of classes so much and how she frames Ballister this time, or the next part can also be about how Bal and Ambrosius get closer.

Quick note #2, this doesn't have anything to do with this, but I'm starting to realize most of my ideas come when I'm doing the dishes, and as dumb as it is, it gives me motivation to do them, so I'm not complaining

Quick note #3, I'm thinking of doing and angsty one shot of that one scene where Ambrosius gets stabbed and it's actually him, except Ballister sings "You Are My Sunshine" to him as he dies because Ambrosius used to sing it to him before everything. Would anyone read it if I posted it?

[emeraldoodles]

Shigeo is asking Reigen for advice on asking out a special boy!

I really love @pearliegrimm fic "Sometimes That's Better". It's hilarious and I was literally laughing out loud while reading it. I hope to draw more comics from the fic (adding to my long list of WIPs).

This is a scene from the very first chapter, so if you enjoyed it go check out the fic!

[r0semultiverse]

What We Do in the Land of Ooo

🧛‍♂️ What We Do in the Shadows x Adventure Time crossover AU! ⚔

Finn Mertens in place of Guillermo de la Cruz

Marceline Abadeer in place of Nadja of Antipaxos

Bonnibel Bubblegum in place of Laszlo Cravensworth

Jake the dog in place of Colin Robinson

Vampire King in place of Nandor The Relentless

Betty Grof in place of The Guide

The Lich in place of Baron Afanas

Peppermint Butler in place of Wallace the Necromacer

Simon Petrikov in place of Derek

BMO in place of Nadja Doll (her old consciousness uploaded or something was an idea I had)

Marshall Lee & Gary Gumball/Prince in place of Sean & Charmaine

[elvishdemigod]

It's 2am on my BDay and I'm bored as fuck

If there's no clouds where you are and it's still dark out, go look at the sky for me. There's a meteor shower every year on Aug 12, but it was on the 11th this year around. But due to the damn weather, I couldn't see them.

But anygays, happy birthday to me.

[tennessoui]

Kit, there is a discussion if Obi-Wan would use the nickname Ani for Anakin. What do you think?

i don't personally like it and rarely use it in my fics because for me it sounds out of character for my interpretation of obi-wan, but i wouldn't want someone else to stop using it because they think people think it's out of character and that they're wrong for using it or liking it, you know?

#not my obi-wan, but also #but maybe yours

[spacedoutwitch]

Quick thing to prove I'm alive! I technically have more stuff, but I've been very distracted, and I don't feel like typing up all the descriptions at the moment, and I also don't know how much of it I want to post. Eventually! When I'm paying attention!

[eriksangel666]

Madeline and the Phantom of the Opera: An Original Story by @eriksangel666

In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines, there lived 12 little girls in 2 straight lines.

They left the house at half past 9 in rain or shine. The smallest one was Madeline.

The little girls all loved to sing. In music class, their voices would ring.

Miss Clavel wanted to reward their talent with something sweet. Then one morning, she read the paper and said: "I know just the treat!"

Just before bed, she told them, "Girls, get plenty of rest. Tomorrow we're going to the opera, and I want you looking your best."

"The opera, the opera!" cried the girls with cheer. They slept and dreamt of the wonderful music they'd hear.

The next evening, in dresses pressed and neat, they set off for the opera and walked down the street.

The opera closed since it's chandelier was not quite right, but now it was fixed and ready for re-opening night.

In two straight lines, the girls sat down with glee. But there was one problem: little Madeline could not see.

She strained to peer over a lady's bouffant hair when she looked up, saw an empty box and thought "I can see from there!"

Since tonight was special, she did not want to frighten Miss Clavel. So she tiptoed very quitely and snuck out quite well.

Upon arrival, she saw the door had no locks, and easily entered the opera box.

Madeline loved her view of the stage, but her presence filled a mysterious man with rage.

"Mademoiselle," said a voice, "this box is mine."

"I won't stay long," she said, "the opera ends at 9."

"If you don't leave, there's no telling what I'll do!"

To the grump invisible man, Madeline just said "Pooh pooh! You are invisible, how could you have a place? If you want your seat that much, show me your face!"

At once he showed himself. He was no ordinary host. Madeline realized she had met the Opera Ghost!

"Oh Monsieur!" she gasped, her face turning white. The ghost cackled at her expression because he thought it was fright.

But after a few seconds, he was no longer glad. He realized Madeline was actually sad.

The ghost asked "What are you staring at?"

"You remind me of my friend," she said "A bad, bad hat."

He frowned. "What's that?"

"My friend Pepito always acted like he was mad. But really, he was lonely and quite sad."

She asked, "Monsieur, are you lonely too?" The ghost was shocked- she actually knew!"

"Yes," the Ghost whispered to Madeline. "I have been lonely for quite some time."

"But the music makes me feel less alone. And for that, I'm glad the opera is my home."

Madeline smiled. "I would never want the music to end." She took the ghost's hand. "May I join you tonight as a friend?"

The ghost blinked and became quite shy. He did not want Madeline to see him cry.

He said, "I would love nothing more mademoiselle." He sat her in his lap and they listened to the singers excel.

Madeline asked questions about the people who could sing, and the Ghost taught her music facts that were most interesting!

They mostly talked, which made the Ghost quite glad. Maybe having one friend wasn't all that bad.

At the end, Madeline gasped, "I must get back to Miss Clavel!"

The ghost smiled "I'll bring you back, she won't be able to tell."

Other guests would have been in a daze, but Madeline loved being guided through the Opera like a maze.

The Ghost kissed her hand. "Ma petite chou, I'll bid you goodnight." And with a flicker, he vanished completely out of sight.

The beauty of the music made all the girls weep. Miss Clavel said, "Allons-y, you little girls need sleep."

Late at night, Madeline wondered if she made up the ghost in her head. But she rolled over and found a letter that fell out while changing for bed.

She opened the note and it filled her with glee. For at the bottom in cursive were the letters "O.G."

It said, "Next time you want to hear music that's sweet, join me in my box and I'll bring you a seat."

Madeline now has a friend who lives under the Opera House floor

And that's all there is. There isn't anymore.

[todayisafridaynight]

uhhh something something 'the only time a yakuza should laugh with his teeth is when he's with family or in trouble' something something arakawa gradually doing so more and more when hanging around jo something something Uh Oh™️

[kriscommitscrimes]

merry krismas

[electronicneutrino]

I am....honestly....This Close to redrawing the pulling out the sword scene from r e v olu tionary g i rl ute na but with fem sniper and spy purely due to the one fanfic

[wrathful-reptile]

when you just glance at an old media you are considering revisiting and your brain is like “oh my gods? We have to now binge this. This is great! I’m going to spend every second thinking about this!”

[heavenssexiestangel]

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[eudikot]

I have so much creativity building up while I am force to focus on finals so when I have time again...

[notherpuppet]

Hey, man. How are you?

Any updates on the upcoming comics and what can we expect?

Hey, man. I'm good!

I guess I've got updates for anyone who is looking for some! I'm starting grad school next week and with the start of the school year, I will be working again. Two different jobs wahhhh. So you can probably expect me to not post as much as I have for these past months. (I just have no idea how much time I'll be able to allot to this hobby! But I really hope I can play in the universe as much as possible).

Even if I end up posting less, I have totally accepted that I'm in a long-term relationship with Hazbin Hotel, especially given that we're getting so many seasons and animation takes A LOT OF TIME. So I plan to be here with y'all the whole time hahaha.

I have SO MANY WIPs, so whenever I get the chance to draw them, I'll be working on those and posting them :) Just as usual, the schedule for comics or fanart is whenever I post it lol. Some comics/fanart that's all cooking right now includes: 🍳 -Hazbin Hotel filler 🏨: Comics and fanart that focuses on Alpha Universe's characters and/or things that I think could have possibly happened in congruence with canon. I like drawing demons. -My Deer Nanny AU 👨🏽👱🏻‍♂️👧🏼👪: More chapters, but nothing as long as Let's Dance so far. Mostly day-to-day insights into Alastor, Lucifer, and Charlie's lives in that universe. Lots of moments to see how Alastor and Lucifer's relationship continues to develop as they continue living together. Even though the chapters are much shorter, there's A LOT more of them. Like, I think I've already drafted 50 more pages oof. -Guardian Angel AU 👼🏼🩸: This AU is a Radioapple and Chaggie AU, where I want to focus on both of those relationships simultaneously in the story. So, expect more comics in this AU! -Devil Lucifer/Human Alastor AU (Title: Deux Démons) 😈👿: I just started making ideas for this AU, but more keep coming, so I think I may have some more radioapple dynamics in this sense. This one is a much more ludicrous shipping scenario than the others I think haha. -Vaggie Fanfic🎀🪽 : I did write a Vaggie focused fanfic when I was slacking off at work the other day. But it's PROSE, which is so crazy to me. I'm not much of a writer in that medium, so it's not very long. I just have one artwork that I'm pairing with that fanfiction and I will probably post it this week. Thanks for following me! Always excited to share the fanart I make for this show I'm deeply obsessed with :)

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How long is your longest fic?

What’s your total AO3 word count?

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished? 

What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc) 

Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like?

Why do you continue writing fics?

Thoughts on cliffhangers?

Something you hate to see in smut.

Something you love to see in smut.

Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

How do you deal with writing pressure (ie. pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc.)?

Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

What work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

What order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

What scene in [Fanfic Name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it? 

Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of [Fanfic Name]? 

Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter?