20 questions for fic writers
Tagged by @kanonavi , thank you!!
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1. How many fics do you have on AO3?
Five on main, one and a half on the side lol
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
Main: 60,314
Side: 5,776
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Basically just chrono trigger atm. Written for legend of Zelda and Castlevania in the past, but they're dormant/hiatus until I have time and insp again (and a one-word fic for NBC Hannibal lol)
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Well. I only got five lol. The one with the most is my hylink one soooo. Niche of niche
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes!! I try to respond to all of them, especially if someone's taken the time to write a detailed comment for me. I really appreciate it, and have fond memories of making friends with some of my fave authors because I was a regular commenter!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Haven't finished any lol. Unless you count the one shot/drabble stuff but like. I don't lol. I love angst and I'm sure half the lost fics I would've written as a teen that I barely remember were angsty to a comical degree, but if I had finished my hylink fic that might be the angstiest 😏
7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Talking planned endings since I haven't finished... My ct uni au, cause it's not meant to have an ending LMAO. It's basically a drabble collection haha. Otherwise... Idk... Maybe my st au ending? It's not sunshine and roses, but it has a nice ending that gives me a similar satisfying wrap up that various star trek finales have given me.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not that I can recall... There's some pushy and rude people I've had in the past but nothing enough that I can remember lolll
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yeas 😏 I'll write anything now I've kinda overcome the juvenile feelings I had over it... I'd just get embarrassed and didn't know how to unpack that lolll. I don't think I have any published atm but that's why I have the side, I've def drawn stuff tho 😏👍
10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest one you've written?
Not really. The closest I get is stuff like my star trek au, where I've made a universe heavily inspired by star trek and have the ct characters play a certain unique to that world.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Hope not 😑
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope
13. Have you ever co written a fic before?
Yeah!! One of the vague memories of my early teen years writing I had this cool android dystopian fic for some characters I made with a friend, it was super fun but we never finished cause we both progressively got busier through the end of high school... Oh also I had this one fic I'd write with my sister and it was one of the rare times we got along growing up, aaand this one 'fic' that's grown into its own thing that I've had with one of my besties since we were 14, we've talked about adapting it to be it's own original thing so it didn't come to mind at first cause it's now it's own thing and not a fic lol.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
Magland lmao. Specially crafted to be an all time favourite, what can I say?
15. What's a Wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I'm hoping to get to all the big ones I wanna write eventually... I don't wanna write off anything just yet... I won't finish some of the old shit I never published cause it wasn't finished enough LMAOOO
16. What are your writing strengths?
I like to think that it's characterisation and world building. They're what I enjoy a lot and put huge amounts of effort into behind the scenes so I can confidently obscure it for the reader in ways that are fun to reveal without it feeling like bullshit made up on the fly
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I wanna say dialogue but I've had compliments on it in the past.. it's just hard making sure it all sounds like them and not just me saying shit through them haha. Otherwise, I think I get stuck in scene transitions or when things need to have more added or cut out stuff to have a more natural feeling end. I'll get there eventually if I have the time, but..eh
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Depends how it's handled, I think! If you're writing a bilingual character, or the scene takes place in a location that isn't the language the book is primarily written in, that can be kinda fun. I think I'd be more interested in knowing if and how the reader will get translations, whether the characters in that scene get translations or just understand that language, ect. To be picky and snooty about it, I don't think I've ever come across good styles of this in fic, cause there's not the same guidelines and such for traditionally published books, but like. Whatever lol. It's interesting to me, especially when you get to the territory of made up languages. Depends on the world, the setting and the scene for me I guess
19. First fandom you ever wrote for?
Probably Loz or CT when I was a kid lol
20. Favourite fic you've written?
So far, my st au. Sorry Harland
I've just put so much effort into it and it's been years in the making, it'll take years to continue, but I'm still working on it slowly so. Can't wait to finish it, got massive plans
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Not tagging anyone cause I can't be bothered, but if you wanna do these, just say I did!
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some Janka funfacts about music, communication and the memories her past 'owners' i've been marinating in my head:
her favourite songs belong to either one of two categories: they have a lot of simple phrases used in daily life, or a lot of specific, complex ones
she focuses on the lyrics (since she can use them for communication) rather than the melody; when she played a recording of Chopin once, she deemed it a waste of time and memory space. she only uses classical music when she wants to "put someone on hold" (doesn't want to speak to them)
she can use words from different songs to communicate, but frequent changes take a lot of effort - that's why she prefers lyrics with full phrases she can use. when in trusted enviroment, she would omit some less important words to save her energy, but she usually makes this effort around other people to seem more intelligent and worth keeping around
a young man who bought her, Ryszard Szewczyk, recorded the alphabet to make Janka communicate with him letter by letter. it was extremely ineffective, as not only Janka got exhausted after a simple sentence, it also turned out she didn't know how to spell
hearing and the ability to play music helped her compensate not only for her lack of speech, but also for not being able to see. since the horn amplifying the sound is her face and she can hear quite well, when someone is in front of her she can locate them because of the soundwaves bouncing off of them, in the mechanisms simillar to those of a bat
she remembers people whose houses she lived in by their voice, how rough they were when moving her about and the music they enjoyed. her favourite was Mirka, who had a deep, soft voice and would sometimes talk to her when she was feeling lonely. Janka remembers her fondly, as the first person to see her for more than just an object or a curiosity
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WIP from the Story “The Shape of a Soul”
With her hunting gear in tow, Marya paused by their little shrine to pray to the dragon. Their family was the only one around to still worship the big sky lizards, as Ivan, one of her little cousins, liked to call them with a mischievous grin.
There had been a time where such a thing had been different, when dragons had truly existed, but they had disappeared one by one and new religions had popped up, so things had changed.
Dragons, once mighty protectors and fierce warriors, had turned into greedy storybook monsters, jealously and gleefully burning everything to the ground and feasting on the flesh of mortals while sitting on mountains of treasure.
Marya had a blurry memory of her parents, before they had died to the blue fever, asking them why they worshipped something everyone else thought was bad and evil. She remembered her mother and father chuckling softly and a big hand gently brushing over her hair.
'Don’t mind what other people say', Mother had said to her. 'They long since forgot the truth as it got overwritten by different people saying new things. We will stay true to ourselves, never forget that my sweet.'
Marya very quietly and softly clapped her hands together twice as she bowed to the carved wooden dragon, a relic that had been in her family’s possession for over three hundred years.
Below the protective arch of the dragon's body and its calm, steady gaze was a small wooden house with faceless people waving up at it. Trees and farm animals had been carved out of the wood as well, the dragon's tail curving around it all securely. It was one big piece of beautiful craftsmanship.
"I will hunt well today," she whispered determinedly to the dragon as she closed her eyes for a moment. "To take meat to the market to buy things to make the children happy and ensure they have everything they need when I travel. Please protect this house and them in my absence."
Lowering her arms and straightening, she felt herself fill with purpose as she eased the creaking front door open and slipped outside, closing it just as gingerly. The sky was just starting to grow lighter along the horizon and she saw the outline of crows sitting atop the buildings around her.
"Good morning, guardians," she whispered and lifted the heavy lid of a small clay pot beside the house to grab a fistful of seeds. She left a trail of seeds as she walked to the edge of their little village, the crows flapping down to eat, some trailing after her for a moment longer.
She had no idea who had started the tradition of feeding the local crows, but it had certainly proven useful. They saw the village as their own by now and had grown to like the people here. The crows had helped them out a few times since then, be it by bringing the occasional coin or pretty thing a traveler had lost or causing an incredible ruckus when one of the children had fallen down the well without anyone else around. The boy had been pulled out in time thanks to them.
Everyone called them the guardians of their village, a settling too small to be on any map or to have a proper village square for trading, but the locals liked to call this place Green Rock. It was named after the incredibly big and incredibly mossy boulder that was right at the entrance to their village. Sometimes the elders liked to joke that it had been a gift of a rock troll or even that it was a troll itself, sleeping here until the end of the world came.
Part 2 here. Part 3 here.
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