#maybe ill just dump them together and post with my other wips

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what’s up kc!! 2, 8, 9, 13, 17, 28, and 37 for the meme for fic writer questions 😁

love youuuuu!

2 (Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?)

so i answered here but then i looked up tropes cuz i couldn’t think of any and saw coffee shop au and i mean maybe. i haven’t read many, but they’re always cute yknow?

sidenote- i saw the term ‘draco in leather pants’ and just ????

8 (Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.)

“What are we doing here? Are you going to mug me?”

“No! Close your eyes.”

“Okay, you’re definitely mugging me.”

“Just do it. Please? Perfect.”

“This is a very elaborate ruse to mug me, you know.”

“Would you stop it?”

“Just saying. You already know where I live and when I have work, you don’t have to mug me.”

“Stop it or I really am gonna mug you.”

“Knew it.”

“Shut. Up.”

“Fine, fine. Just leave my money alone.”

“Just your money?”

“What’s that meant to mean? You want my phone, too?”

“Just checking if you’re available then.”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“What you want out of me. I’m not mugging people with you.” 

“You’re the worst.”

“Aw, you really care.”

“I care about your money.”

“Knew it. Golddigger.”

“Arsehole.”

“Says the mugger.”

the banter in hope dumps noah is probably one of my favourites ive done, like i just really liked writing rosie as an annoying little shit ashdfjkg and then this bit specifically came to me in a fever dream and i think was one of my first ventures into banter banter sooooo

9 (What fic has been the hardest to write?)
oof. i dunno. i forced whispers and hope dumps noah during bouts of block, i think whispers took me like 6 hours in the middle of the night to finish piecing together or something. and hdn was like 12 to get a couple k done

13 (What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?)

just do whatever. dont worry about other people or grammar, or anything, say fuck it and have fun

ive always been super neurotic about spelling and grammar and formatting, and just kinda saying not worrying about that dumbass rule that says you cant start a sentence with “and” or “but” or “because” has been really fuckin rad

17 (Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write scenes out of order?)

out of order and bouncing between fics. i currently have 10 docs open, and ive been jumping through three today, writing whatever scene is easier at the time

28 (Share three of your favourite fic writers and why you love them so much)

OKAY SO

@ravenadottir like. themmmmmm yknow? the amount they write, and the talent and skill and dedication to everything is just unbelievable. like im still not over that lottie fic and its been months since i read it last

@bubblelaureno cuz its iris and i love them to death and they’re so dedicated to everything and so sweet and i dont get how they write so much or come up with the things they do, but they fuckin do it man

and then coco g on ao3 has one of my fav oneshots, how did we get here? it was one of the first fics i ever read and im still not over it

37 (Talk about your current WIPs)

oh boy. ill just do first two on my posting. ones a queen b request that i totally forgot about for two whole ass months and am finishing to post tomorrow or so, its essentially a rewrite of chapter 1. and then the second is elisa x mc for the fanfic sub prompt competition of fake dating and i dont really wanna spoil cuz im super hyped

fic asks

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37 for the fic writer questions!

Ask meme here

37. Talk about your current wips

This is great I was thinking of listing out everything im working on these days anyway n now i get an excuse. For quite a few of these I cant talk about them actually cuz they are event stuff but imma list em anyway.

(This got long so im putting it under keep reading)

Lets! Categorize!

A) Ready to post!

Here we have my ShinKami bb fic: No Escape (coming out tomorrow) and my DabiHawks bb fic: Red string of death (coming out sunday) - obvs cant say much until they are posted, lets just say that for shinkami we are gettin some horror and dabihawks gets double banger of soulmate au x reincarnation au but like angsty

B) Currently in editing

Pieces for: DabiHawks metamorphos zine, LOV found family zine and villain/vigilante deku zine - since they are zines i feel like its a big no no to talk about them so we goin down

C) Currently writing

A secret santa piece and a piece for todobaku bb - one of these is actually cute couple things and the other is be dumping magic and horror on to a shipping fic again i obviously have a thing for that the more i think about these

D) Currently planing

Shinsou bigbang! (Do NOT judge me for how many events im in) anyway im super looking forward to this i feel like i have such a great idea n mmm we arent even to partnering up yet so i zip

DabiHawks secret admierer au - something i can talk about :0. This was one of my pitches for the metamorphos au n i got attached. The basic premise is: no powers high school au, local bad boy band member Touya is pining hard after straight A good boy Keigo and in atempt to confess his feelings he leaves a love song in his locker. The problem? Dabi is super fucking edgy and so is his song and upon reading it Keigo is 100% Dabi wants him dead. Shennaniganse ensue. LOV is there giving Dabi increasingly bad love advice, Rumi is there mostly to laugh her ass of and then do dramatic reading of the song, im gonna write actual songs for it!!! Anyway just lil slice of life school comedy, im not always about horror and angst belive it or not. Im looking forward to this one it should be fun!

All the beautiful things we are (All the dangerous things we will become) - another chuuya gen fic!! This one featuring Kouyou (n maaaaaybe Kyouka) in some good ol sibling bonding. Set earlier then The suffocating quality of your dying breaths, its basically kouyou taking chuuya under her wing and some good sibling bonding that will probably feature some good ol exploration of gender expression and just kouyou wrestling a brat into a suit. I just want some good chuuya n kouyou n some decent chuuya experimenting with dressing up n darn it ill make it myself

There are a few more that are in my notes as possible ideas but these are the ones im sure ill write so i dont wanna promise anything i wont do

E) On hiatus

TodoBaku murder mystery - my original idea for the todobaku bb, i wanted to challenge myself n write something i never did before but then college slapped me n ye i went back into the comfort zone. I still wanna do this one someday, probably over summer. Basic concept: normal life au, Enji Todoroki is found dead in his bed and detective! Bakugo is on the scene trying to determin did any of the family members, gathered that night to celebrate their mother returning from a hospital, have anything to do with it while trying super hard not to fall for the one Todoroki that keeps sticking his nose where it doesnt belong. Featuring: literally everyone having a motive and Bakugo being done with the family drama, Dabi being in a gang and acting like he owns the place, and ice skater Shouto both too dumb and too smart for his own good. We will see does anything come of it.

Season of rain - omegaverse light fic where i, an asexual, look at a trope purely made for kink and go 'what if for me tho?'. I call it light cuz i wont be writing any sex but u know me its heavy on angst. Featuring: Deku squad as a ship, omega sho n izu, alpha uraraka n beta iida n tsuyu. Dealing with such topics as: postpartum depression, sexisam, fear of alphas, arranged marriges, pack dynamics, betas having an actual role and importance, maneging poly reletionships, me harping on about how ideal number of parents is actually more than two and that if there were three genders standard reletionships would be expected to be a x b x o not just a x o. Aka me putting way too much worldbuilding into a kink trope. Basic premise: seeing as shouto turned out to be an omega, instead of training him to be a hero enji signs him of to enter a quirk marrige when he gets older just like rei. Years later shouto has just gotten out of a divorce and with a whole baby in tow is taken in by dekusquad. Hurt comfort ensues as they slowly work shouto into their dynamic and make him feel safe and loved again. Honestly i just want to give this one more time n attention that i have rn so its waiting for summer

Ashes to ashes - a dabihawks (maybe) post war au fic that was supposed to focus on Dabi facing what he has done and who he has become and the almost imposible process of changing yourself for the better when you spent all your life chasing one thing, on one side and on the other; Hawks recovering fron trauma caused by almost being killed, dealing with his newly growing wings causing him pain and being afraid he'll never fly quite the same again and trying to find connections among other heroes just cuz i say he needs friends. Both of them are dealing with very mixed emotions about each other and they work through them seperatly and together, trying to set everything that happend into a perspective and figure out where to go from there. I havent decided do they actually get back together or not by the end of it all. I was planing this and then hori dumped dabis crazy ass on me n now im mostly waiting to see what he does with him so i know what to do with him in the end, smh hori making my life hard :/

[sadrien]

Do you have any finished stuff you can share with us pretty please? Or long snips???? :D

i looked through my drive and i dont have many things finished. i have about 50 wips, but nothing actually done. 

i do have this chapter of a theater au i started last summer though. (i honestly havent looked at it since then so i apologize for whats probably very questionable writing) i stopped because of how unsure i was about theater in france and wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to write a story with such an inaccurate and americanized portrayal

but here, sans editing, is what wouldve been chapter one of paper stars

[let me know if there are issues opening the read more and ill post on ao3 or something because i know mobile breaks sometimes]

Marinette’s sketchbooks and bags are dumped on the floor, slowly taking over an entire row in the very back of the theater. Nino had asked her if she was moving in, like he doesn’t have a blanket and pillow stored in the light booth.

She doesn’t have to be here, but she’s always liked watching auditions. She doesn’t like having to audition — the thought makes her slightly nauseous — but watching them is always entertaining. It’s fascinating to see how people play their characters when they first audition compared to how they play them opening night. And the song choices sometimes lean towards the more humorous side. She missed the first day of auditions because she had to help out at the bakery and from Nino’s stories, she should’ve been there. Kim auditioned for the part of the fairy godmother, and supposedly, Alix has it on video. Marinette has to see that one.

There are also things that Marinette greatly dislikes about auditions. But at least no one has sang Popular yet this year.

Marinette leaves where she had been sitting with Nino near the front of the auditorium to move back to her stuff. Watching Juleka’s audition gave her sudden inspiration for a costume and she needs to doodle it before it vanishes forever.

It doesn’t matter though, because as soon as she sees the boy holding her sketchbook in his hand, the design is gone from her mind and replaced with frustration. When she sees the ripped out pages on top of it, her mind goes completely red. “Hey!” she snaps. “What do you think you’re doing with that?!” She snatches the sketchbook and pages away from him.

He blinks in surprise. “I—”

Chloé and Sabrina start laughing. Marinette hadn’t even noticed them sitting back here on her way over. She narrows her eyes and puts her hands on her hips. “Oh very funny, nice job, you three.”

The boy looks panicked. Marinette can’t seem to care, he shouldn’t have been going through her stuff. And he definitely shouldn't have been tearing pages from her sketchbook. “No no, I was—”

“Don’t touch other people’s things!” Marinette scoops up her bags as Chloé and Sabrina continue to laugh. She gives the boy a once over. “You’re friends with Chloé, aren’t you?” she asks, unimpressed.

“Yeah, but—”

“Hmph.” Marinette picks up her other sketchbooks. She’ll go back to sitting in the front with Nino. Away from Chloé, away from Sabrina, away from whoever this is.

“Yo, I thought you were gonna go into your zone,” Nino says as she drops down with all of her bags. He eyes her full arms. “Are you leaving?”

“No,” she grumbles. “Just Chloé being Chloé.”

“Did she try to steal your designs again?” Nino asks, voice dangerous.

“She didn’t.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Sabrina?”

“No, a boy had my sketchbook and Chloé was laughing and he had—” She shakes her head and shoves the ripped out pages at Nino. If she keeps talking she’s going to burst into tears and she is not giving Chloé the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

Nino takes the pages from her and twists around his seat. Marinette knows his gaze is sweeping the room and he’s ready to jump out of his seat to fight someone. “Wait hold on,” he taps Marinette’s shoulder, “was it that blond kid who’s sitting next to Chloé and looks a little like he’s going to puke?”

She turns around with a sigh, her eyes immediately landing on the boy. “Yes,” she mutters. “I’ve never even seen him before, but somehow Chloé has her nails inch deep in him already.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t go here,” Nino says softly, as someone steps onto the stage and announces his name. “His name’s Adrien. He’s homeschooled, but him and Chloé are friends. Maybe their families are close or something, I don’t know.”

“Homeschooled?” Marinette whispers back once he’s finished singing and is walking offstage. “Then why is he here? To torment me?”

Nino snorts. “Overdramatic much?”

“This is the drama club,” she points out.

“True. But nah, he auditioned. You would know that if you weren’t half an hour late,” he says pointedly.

“I had to run an errand.” It isn’t really a lie? Saving a cat from a tree could totally count as an errand, right? Ladybug has to save all felines, not just Chat Noir. So she got a little distracted, she really doesn’t have to be here right now. All she’s officially doing is costumes and possibly props and sets if they need any help. Makeup and hair because they always need extra help with those. She loves watching auditions, but now she’s regretting coming. “He auditioned? But I thought you said he was homeschooled?”

“Yeah, he was actually really good. And apparently we’ve got some policy about letting people who don’t have drama programs at their schools to join ours.” Nino shrugs. “The first I’ve heard of it.”

“Probably Chloé’s doing,” Marinette grumbles.

“But he’s a dick?” Nino crosses his arms and sinks back in his seat. “Should’ve guessed it when he walked in with Chloé. Who’s surprised? No one!”

Marinette sighs. “At least she didn’t see any of my designs this time.”

“Uh, well, I mean… Adrien did.”

“So?”

Nino raises his eyebrows and pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Did you not recognize him? Like at all?”

“I mean, he looks a little familiar,” Marinette admits.

“Mar, I honestly thought you were more in the know with this.”

“What do you mean?”

Nino hands her his phone. “Adrien, Adrien Agreste.”

Marinette gasps and takes his phone from him. “The son of my favorite designer?” She turns to look at Adrien again. “Great. Another entitled rich kid.” She flips through the pictures from Adrien’s latest shoot. “Entitled rich child star.”

Nino hums in agreement as the next audition starts.

Marinette debates just dying now. Why wait for tech week when she already has reasons for death? Then she won’t even have to deal with the drama of the cast being announced. She sighs and sinks down into her seat.

Nino ruffles her hair. “Don’t die on me yet, Mari. I can’t deal with Chloé on my own.”

“Fine,” she mutters. “Only for you though.”

She rolls her eyes when Chloé gets up onstage, flipping her hair and taking over the stage with big, large motions. She has the aura of someone who knows they’re good and knows they’ve gotten the part and honestly, it makes Marinette feel a little ill. How confident all of Chloé’s motions are makes her wish she could she could match her. She’s never able to. She can dream.

“Where are all those adoring daring boys?” Chloé sings. “Where's the knight pining so for me…” She looks directly at Adrien and Marinette makes a face.

“Get a room you two,” Nino mutters.

Marinette bites the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

Chloé tosses her hair over her shoulder. “Shall I not be on a pedestal, worshipped and competed for?”

“Are we sure this wasn’t written for her?” he asks.

Marinette slaps his shoulder and shushes him.

After Chloé, the rest of auditions goes off without a hitch. Aside from Adrien, Marinette has seen almost everyone who has auditioned before, either in previous musicals or in the school’s winter play a few weeks ago— which had been small and nearly fell apart but they got through it and that was what matters. 

“What do you think?” Nino asks as Marinette packs up and tries to figure out how to minimize all her baggage. 

“I think that the drama this year is going to be ridiculous,” she mutters. “That’s what happens when you have a show with a big lead as opposed to a more equal ensemble.” 

Nino rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah maybe not the smartest choice considering our cast.” 

Marinette gives him a look. “You get to hide out in the light booth. I have to deal with everyone backstage.” 

Nino shakes his head. “Rest in peace, Mar. This is going to be a rough one. I can feel it.” 

Ladybug has decided that she has mixed feelings about patrols in the winter. The rooftops are almost always too icy or snow covered for her and Chat to really be on them, and although their suits keep them fairly warm, her face always feels like it’s beginning to freeze. At the same time, it keeps her from getting cabin fever. It gives her a breath of cold, fresh air. It’s a nice escape. Especially after rough days. Or at least, usually it is.

“What’s wrong?” she asks Chat.

He lifts his chin from his hand in surprise.

“Don’t act surprised, kitty,” she says, bumping their shoulders together. “You’re sulking.”

“I’m not sulking,” he murmurs, turning his gaze out to the city.

Ladybug arches an eyebrow. “You’re something.” In the months she’s known him, she doesn’t think she’s ever seen him so…reserved. So quiet and still. She doesn’t think she likes it very much.

Chat sighs and leans back on his hands. “It has to do with my civilian life, do you really want to know?”

She weighs the pros and cons quickly. “If it’s bothering you, then yes.”

“I just…” He groans. “I had a chance today. I met some new people and I had a chance to make friends and I—” He laughs bitterly. “I majorly screwed up. And they all hate me.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Ladybug says quickly.

Chat runs a hand through his hair. “I did. One person yelled at me because— I mean, she had the right to. But it wasn’t only that. It was one of the people I knew before them, my friend who actually was the reason I was there. I don’t think they like her very much. And…I don’t think they want to give me a chance because of that.”

Ladybug scowls. “That’s bullshit.”

“It’s really not,” he mumbles. “My friend did something today and I… I hadn’t seen that side of her before. Either that or I was too blinded by the fact that she was one of my only friends to notice.”

Ladybugs hums. She can't entirely relate. She's always been surrounded by friends, she's lucky that way. Nino and her have been following each other around since they were in diapers. Even if they’ve only reconnected this year after a few years of barely talking, she’s never been without countless people she could consider her friends. “They shouldn't be judging you solely on your other friends,” she decides.

Chat looks down to his hands. “I know but… Even then, I should have explained myself better today instead of just…letting things happen to me.”

She can't imagine Chat being the type of person not to take action. Is he really so different underneath the mask? “You made a mistake,” she says after a moment. “You just admitted it to me, so admit it to them. And if they're worth your time, they'll understand and forgive you. If not—” She shrugs. “If not, you have me.”

He stares at her, greens eyes wide in surprise. “I do?”

How off guard he is almost hurts her. “Of course you do, kitten,” she promises. “We're partners.”

“Partners,” Chat repeats softly.

“Always.”

Marinette can say callbacks are her favorite part of auditions. The dance auditions can be entertaining and the tensions for callbacks can be terrifyingly high, but there’s something about callbacks that’s just so appealing. The way people grab onto roles and firmly plant their feet in them as if to shout ‘this is me and I’ll prove it to you’. A defiance, a determination to earn the role. To take the role as their own and breathe life into it.

Callbacks are when Marinette can really begin to see a show coming to life. The life will fade out for a few weeks after the cast is announced. The flame flickers and dims. And then the actors will find themselves again and the production will burst into light.

Marinette hates auditioning. She misses it with a burning passion.

She watches Chloé dominate the stage like she does every year. Personally, she thinks that Chloé is a little too…loud and present for the role for Cinderella. She’s missing something soft and gentle. But Marinette and Nino sit hidden in the back — technically they aren’t supposed to be here — and make quiet notes to each other. Chloé is getting the role.

Adrien is…frustratingly good. He’s maybe a little too withdrawn at the moment, he hasn’t entirely figured out how to project properly, but he falls into the role of Prince Topher with such ease that it’s a little unsettling. He so easily plays innocent and naive, unexposed to the world around him. It makes Marinette’s blood boil.   

Both her and Nino are keeping running lists of who they think will get what roles on their phones. Whoever gets the most right has the buy the other Starbucks before rehearsal every Monday. Neither of them even have to be at Monday rehearsals for a while, but neither of them have anything better to do. So they’ll be there with their expensive and caffeinated drinks goofing off while everyone else is trying to learn music.

Okay, well, Marinette will work on making the costume book and Nino might play around with some lighting ideas if he’s allowed up in the booth. Other than that they’ll just be goofing around.

She watches Adrien and Chloé read lines together with a scowl on her face.

“How long do you think they practiced together,” Nino whispers to her.

“How much do you think they spent on acting and vocal coaches?” she whispers back.

Nino snorts and switches one of the names on his cast list.

Marinette sits back and tries to enjoy the rest of callbacks. She feels a twinge of anger whenever Chloé or Adrien are onstage, but mostly she can relax and doodle. She soaks in the atmosphere of the auditorium. Something about theater that has been missing from her life since last year’s show ended. The play doesn’t have the same feeling, it’s more relaxed and taken less seriously and is honestly kind of a joke. The musical— it’s an experience that she can’t figure out how to recreate.

She sighs when callbacks end and snap her back to reality.

“You good?” Nino asks. “I can grab some stuff for you if you want.”

“It’s okay,” she promise.

“You’re walking—”

“So are you,” Marinette points out. “In the other direction. Don’t worry, I carried it all the school, I can get it home.”

Nino laughs. “Don’t doubt it, my dude. See you bright and early for physics.”

She groans. “Don’t remind me.” She stays in her seat, finishing her last design as the auditorium clears out. She glances over it again before groaning and drawing an x through it.

“It’s too late for this, Tikki,” she murmurs as she gathers up her bags.

“Get some rest, Mari,” Tikki coos. “It’s been a long day and you didn’t get much sleep with the long patrol.”

“Nothing new,” Marinette says with a smile. “I’m used to it.”

“You still deserve a full night’s rest,” Tikki says, nuzzling Marinette’s cheek. “Crooks and criminals be damned. Let’s get home.”

Marinette rubs her arms as she steps outside. Tikki zips into her purse as Marinette shivers. It was way colder than she remembered it being. Tiny snowflakes fall to the ground. And her jacket was sitting on her bed where she forgot it this morning. Fantastic.

“Hey.”

Marinette tenses and looks away as Adrien steps up next to her. If there’s anything she doesn’t need tonight, it’s him.

She can feel his eyes on her. On her and on her bags. She doesn’t want to be judged right now.

“I…I just wanted you to know,” he says softly. She doesn’t want to listen. “Your sketchbook— I didn’t rip it. I didn’t even mean to look at it. I was trying to see if I could fix it.”

Marinette turns to look at him in surprise. He…what?

Adrien is staring out into the street, watching the snow. “I’ve…never been to school before,” he admits. “I haven’t had many friends. This is…kind of new to me.”

Marinette doesn’t know what to say to that. All of the anger that she’d felt has just bubbled up and evaporated and has been replaced by…something else. Something kind of empty and confused.

Adrien sighs and unzips his jacket, pulling it off and holding it out to Marinette in one smooth motion. She hesitates and just stares at it for a moment before putting down her bags and taking it from him, their fingers brushing as she does.   

She puts it on and pulls up the hood, surprised to find that she can no longer see.

“Uh…” Adrien bursts out laughing.

Marinette pushes back the hood with covered hands. The jacket is far too big, coming halfway down her thighs and making her look like she’s swimming in it. And his laugh makes her fill with butterflies and her heart feel like it’s going to explode. It’s infectious, and she finds herself laughing along with him.

Adrien sighs and smiles, motioning to the car that just pulled up to the school. “I’ll see you at rehearsal.”

Marinette doesn’t even react, she just stares at him as he walks away. Until she realizes that she really needs to respond. “Yes! See yo— rehear- rehearsal. Rehearsal see you… You…” She presses her hand to her forehead. “Ugh, why am I stuttering so much?”

Tikki flies out of her purse, giggling. “I think I know why!”

“I—!” Marinette blushes and buries her nose in the collar of Adrien’s coat.

Tikki nuzzles Marinette’s cheek. “Let’s get home before the snow gets through his nice coat.”

Marinette gathers up her bags and smiles to Tikki. The coat is helping keep her warm, but Adrien’s laugh warms her more. “Yeah, let’s go.”

[faejilly]

@jadesabre301 replied to your post “@jadesabre301 replied to your post “@spacemomnephmoreau replied to...”

oh man I'm leaving you so many comments but AH that makes sense re: Percy/Vex because I know so many people are SO INTO IT and I am still lukewarm at best (although I like how it's handled on the show, at least so far, for the most part). Friends getting friends to ship these is The Most Dangerous.

Friends Are Very Dangerous (and I like your many comments! never stop! well maybe someday this post is kinda ridiculously long already)

jadesabre301 replied to your post “@jadesabre301 replied to your post “@spacemomnephmoreau replied to...”

YESSSSSSSSSSSS JANIE YES YES YES WHAT SHE SAID

i LOVE ME1 Kaidan I LOVE THAT HE HAS HIS SHIT TOGETHER

I mean on the continuum you have Carth (completely wrecked), Alistair (just a sad puppy), Sky (wrecked but doing okay), and then Kaidan's all like "yeah I mean I accidentally killed a guy when I was seventeen but I've had time to work it out I'm good" and I was all *heart eyes forever*.

Which is part of why I have to like completely ignore Kaidan/the Kaidanmance in ME3 because they completely removed that essential part of him, that he HAS HIS SHIT TOGETHER, and he's just such a woobie and whatever, writers, whatever.

*this.gif*

Like, ME1 Kaidan = FAVE FOREVER and I still haven’t played ME3 Kaidan. Also I’m still mad about the way they treated him and Ashley in 3 and ALSO the way they like dumped almost all the LIs from 2? LIKE 2 was ABOUT YOUR TEAM BUILDING and then 3 they threw them all away. well that was an important team chapter! *rage.gif*

@jadesabre301 replied to your post “@jadesabre301 replied to your post “@spacemomnephmoreau replied to...”

and fandom is so *weird*, like, look at Quark and DA2 (my experience wasn't helped by the fact that I played through with *Thistle*), clearly things took off for her there, and I felt bad that I was less invested in something so important to her but I just couldn't find anywhere that *fit*.

Also I killed Fenris on my first playthrough but that's not canon, cough.

Also I didn't understand how important Fenris was because I also didn't *know* Fenris like at all, cough cough.

I also managed not to either friend or rival Varric, which Quark still marvels over.

"HE'S *DESIGNED* TO BE YOUR BFF! HOW DO YOU FAIL TO GET INFLUENCE WITH HIM?"

Varric is not any of Hawkes’ BFF on a meta/storytelling/RPG level. If, you know, that helps you feel better. (I don’t remember what I did with actual gameplay approval stuff.) I just ... I feel like sometimes I am playing a drastically different game than the one that other people play? I mean, I frequently adore characters that fanon deplores, but it’s a symptom of a greater disconnect, I think, not just the only example.

I mean, the game should be somewhat different with a different sort of OC, (I mean, Thistle, she is a difficult person) but at the same time you should be able to see where it is the same game, and sometimes I cannot manage that. See: the world’s reaction to Sebastian. ;) (I mean, I like fanon Fenris way more than the relationship the game actually gave me. Much like I enjoy fanon Miranda while the potent combination of sexism/titillation/judgemental-asshatery that’s in the game makes me vaguely ill at best.

@mireliambar replied to your post “I somehow have two entirely separate Sebastian POV wips that are kind...”

Just like I have 2 blackwall stories in my head... and I don't want to drop either

I have at least five Erana/Blackwall related stories, and there’s some ME and DA2 always and also still So Much Theia and I mean, honestly, with the exception of actually having written my Yuletide and posting it on time (thanks to @jessaknits) my WIP-List-of-Doom is almost exactly identical to the way it was three months ago.

@jessaknits replied to your post “@jadesabre301 replied to your post “@spacemomnephmoreau replied to...”

See, this is why I follow the people I still follow. Because you guys (including your commenters, because obviously) are awesome (and see the same ick that I see, because boy there is some ick out there, yeesh)

there is a lot of ick, yes. and you are also awesome

<3.

@jessaknits replied to your post “@jessaknits replied to your post “you know like I wrote that...”

I totally get the appeal of the disaster husbands, boy howdy. And that story doesn't play the same way if you gender swap, because Patriarchy. Hmph

They have to be the right kind of disaster husband though. It’s very hard to explain. :D But yes. Husband who is too awesome for any lady to keep up with is instantly icky, but wife who is too awesome for anyone to keep up with is instantlly glorious. 

Because Patriarchy

@leahazel replied to your post “@mireliambar reblogged your photo and added: oooh...”

tbh I always assumed they made Cass straight for the same reason they made Alistair and Aveline straight -- because they have a mental block against the idea of "Lawful Good" types being bi.

Well, yeah. I thought that was obvious? It’s why the only time they managed an entire Bisexual Cast was when they were basically all criminals and Disaster!Children.

@janiemcpants replied to your post “@jadesabre301 replied to your post “@spacemomnephmoreau replied to...”

I love how Kaidan explicitly already took care of his shit and doesn't need you to fix him, yet he's the one always labeled "whiny".

ALWAYS *GRR*ARGH*FOREVER AND EVER AMEN

@leahazel replied to your post “@jadesabre301 replied to your post “@spacemomnephmoreau replied to...”

At least it doesn't have dragon shapeshifters? But unngh, fairy tale retellings are my kryptonite.

Mine too! (and also, how do you KNOW it doesn’t have dragon shapeshifters? HMMMM? Voltage is pretty good at finding my Id, after all, they  might manage it there as well.)

@jessaknits replied to your photoset “marthawells: The Harbors of the Sun in Paperback The Harbors of the...”

I really really need to read her stuff. I followed her Tumblr for that reason and I have to say even her blog is one of my favorite things right now. <3

SHE IS SO GREAT

HER BOOKS ARE SO GREAT

HER PATREON IS MY FAVORITE EVER

20/10 WOULD RECOMMEND