#melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme

[amillionmillionvoices]

8, 21, 37 for the ask plssss

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

I like a lot of the dialogue in i am the distance you put between all the moments that we will be because it was a lot of fun writing River’s anger and allowing her to be bitter and to snap at the Doctor, and it was a lot of fun leaving little clues for later in the dialogue as well as the scenes themselves. But there’s a scene at the end where River and 13 are talking about how River got out of the Library on her own, and how 13 had tried but refused to even contemplate a plan that might harm, her, and I think my favorite line, for purely sappy romantic reasons, is this: 

The Doctor: “You could have died.” 

River: “I was already dead.”

The Doctor: “Not to me.”

Because it’s just. River spends the whole fic thinking that the Doctor didn’t try to save her, that she abandoned her, that she never loved her, and the whole time the Doctor was just grieving a not-dead wife and trying SO HARD to fix things. 

21. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

LMAO oh god i’m so bad about this. every one of my fics has a million typos in it and IM SO SORRY. As far as making sure plot, foreshadowing, character, etc are right - I revise a lot. As far as line edits go? I’m a scourge and should be put down.

37. Talk about your current wips.

For DW, I haven’t been doing much lately tbh. I still have my “Amy’s Choice” AU that I’ve never finished, and Twister AU with @mygalfriday. And I’ve been trying to answer several prompts, but I keep getting derailed either by another fandom or by Life. 

[ ask me fic qs! ]

[mygalfriday]

psst not to put pressure on you or anything but like how's that pride and prejudice au going 👀

Hahaha it’s finished, I swear. I’m just not particularly happy with it? I think it needs a little tweaking and maybe a couple of additional scenes to flesh it out properly. And I haven’t had the time to devote to that lately. I’m actually in the middle of preparing to move out of state and it’s been a bit time consuming and stressful. But I promise I’ll post it as soon as I can! I just want to be happy with the finished product when I share it:)

[diaryofriversong]

2, 3, 11, 37 💖

2 — is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

something i really wanna do is coffee shop au!!!! it’s like the most basic fanfic trope & tbh i don’t even really read them but i’ve always wanted to write one omg. also soulmate AUs like where everything you see is black & white until you meet your soulmate or something

3 — is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

ummmmm a/b/o sjdnfsdjnfjds i would never write that omfg

11 — is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

passion!!!! i wanna be a novelist + playwright + screenwriter omg

37 — talk about your current wips

oh god i have,,, A Lot omg my main ones are (in no particular order):

ballade no. 1 in g minor, op. 23 river/thirteen detective AU where they’re trying to catch a killer (nicknamed the Master sjdnfdj) & they don’t get along at first but then they start falling in love uwu this is a collab i’m doing with @ginoodle where i write it & she draws it ayyyy

without hope, without witness, without reward river/twelve/missy AU where everything is the same except the three of them end up in a polyamorous relationship bc they’re all in love with each other (this is one big fic but i also have a lot of small oneshots that i’m not gonna include in this answer bc they’re all river12missy)

empyrean horrors river/twelve (+ unrequited river/eleven & kind of ten/mels) AU where everyone’s human & River & Twelve move into a house that’s bigger on the inside & basically some stuff goes down sdfndjf it’s basically a House of Leaves AU

this one doesn’t have a title yet but for now i’m calling it ‘ghost whomst’ basically some timey wimey stuff happens so that there’s two Rivers, both post-Library. one of them has died & is a data ghost & the other one is still alive, & the ghost one is sent to a parallel universe but bc the Dr doesn’t see River die in Silence in the Library it messes everything up & dead!River realizes something’s wrong so with the help of the TARDIS she projects herself to everywhere the Dr should’ve met her like in the show,,,,, idk it’s sad

when i kissed the teacher twelve/simm!master AU where they’re professors @ the same school (probs Coal Hill tbh dnjfndf) & they hate each other at first but then they realize they’re hecka gay for each other

museum of starlight river/thirteen AU where Thirteen owns a bookstore (called ‘museum of starlight’) & River goes there one day & meets this mysterious woman & she keeps coming back & then they fall in love uwu

this one doesn’t have a title rip missy/thirteen AU where Twelve never met Missy so the Dr doesn’t know who she is yet & Thirteen gets a message on psychic paper & she assumes it’s River but surprise it’s actually Missy. (Missy doesn’t know who Thirteen is either at this point). so they start communicating through like letters? like through the psychic paper. & while this is happening they also end up meeting irl a bunch of times but they don’t realize that they’re who they’re communicating via psychic paper. & irl they lowkey hate each other but when they talk through the psychic paper they really like each other & then one day they arrange to “meet up” & one of them sees who the other is so they bail bc they’re freaking out bc like this is the person they’re in love with but also hate???? & they try not to tell the other but they start being nice to the other & then eventually the find out & it’s soft uwu

this one doesn’t have a title either rip river/twelve fobwatch fic!!!!!!! 

engulfed by your kiss, sheltered by your love ok so this is quite possibly the worst thing i will ever write,,,,,,,, it’s river/thirteen (probably) & it’s. a vore fic. bc one day i jokingly tweeted “50 rts & i’ll write a vorefic” bc i thought 50 was a safe number but then. it got 50 rts. so yeah i wanna die KSJDFNSKDJFNJSDNF

i also have some oneshots but i’m not gonna mention those bc there’s A Lot omfg

thank you sm omg!!!

ask me questions about my fanfics!

[thesongandthesunset]

tell me about angsty library fic!!!

It starts basically with River reflecting how much the life in the matrix is monotonous and, well, lifeless. Especially since she has to cope with the fact she had spent 24 years with the Doctor. Then a thing happens, but River is (rightly) in conflict with herself.

Here’s a little snippet of the beginning!

Death was preferable to that.

Days after days, all always the same. Wake up the kids, make breakfast, make lunch,wait for them to come back to school, eat dinner together and go to bed.

This wasn’t what River wanted.

She wasn’t made for that,the only exception was Darillium, but mostly because theDoctor was with her. Twenty four years of bliss, just the two of them, andNardole sometimes.

Actually Nardole was their hobby, reassembling him like aweird type of puzzle. And even if the Doctor kept to deny it, he and the robotwere quickly bonding.

[sonickedtrowel]

HI SONIC!! 3, 9, 16, 20 for the writer’s ask meme thingy

HI NAT!!!

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

ummm UNHAPPY ENDING?? (is this a trope?)

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

The Furies is currently killing me. 1 month without an update is like an eternity for me.  I am in pain.

16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Oh, you know.  The only one I’ve ever written, lol.

Wait.  Do you want me to pick JUST ONE DOCTOR?????  I ,I, I, I can’t.  Sorry.  I reserve the right to use them all.

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

Not another soul around, no noise, comfy couch, unlimited caffeine.

[regalpotato]

@melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme replied to your photoset: Incorrect Doctor Who Quotes

I hope you never stop making these honestly they’re GOLDEN man GOLDEN

i live only but to serve

[thespacehairandthespaceidiot]

melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme replied to your post: 1 - 19

ok first of all you have no proof it was me. second of all i deSPERATELY NEED ALL OF THESE THANKS

I DO HAVE PROOF IT WAS YOU, YOU HO.

And youre gonna have to pry my lack of productivity and attention span out of my cold dead fingers, i think. or provide great motivation lmao

[twelverriver]

i was tagged by @chasingfictions to list all the file names in my wip folder i’m EXCITED!! i mostly title fics after i’m finished as the last step, so most of these have a working title so i immediately know what it is when i click on it lol. anyway let’s get into it!!

coffy five times fic: my beloved, incorrectly titled coffy s3 au fic <3 it’s the one i’m putting like 97% of my energy in at the moment. it used to be a five times fic now it’s turned into a ‘what if i fill the spaces between 2x22 and 3x01 and also rewrite 3a until like 3x07′ I wrote coffy besties to lovers with a sharpie on this document guys. coffy living together in LA. 

outline coffy fic: my doc where i dump everything like weather stats from 1998 and title options and outlines and scenes i’m not sure i wanna include yet so i’m counting as a wip idc. this document is me it’s always sunny in philidelphia meme masterminding my fic <3

boyfriend fuffy s3 au: look i 1) really need more boyfriend by dove cameron x fuffy content and 2) really want to write faith being gay and jealous of angel. that’s mostly it. the bestieism in this fic is UNMATCHED guys i can’t wait to commit to it full-time <33 

buffy summers’ thorough movie education: buffy (+the scoobies) forces giles to watch 90s movies with her. it’s joining my adhd buffyverse that i’m establishing in my fics. it’s her universe and we’re living in it. idk i saw a tweet saying giles would actually like legally blonde if the scoobies forced him to watch it and i was like. huh that sure sounds like an idea for a fic. 

adhd buffy fic: working title. buffy has adhd ok it’s super obvious and i personally need more content ty. also this is fuffy too but mostly it’s focused on buffy & the scoobies and buffy & giles. 

tagging @leojfitz @andrewgrfields @frankierose @melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme if you guys want to <3

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

Chapters: 6/11 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eleventh Doctor/River Song, The Doctor/River Song Characters: River Song, Eleventh Doctor, Missy (Doctor Who), Clara Oswin Oswald, Nardole (Doctor Who), Madame Vastra (Doctor Who), Craig Owens Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Prostitution, river runs an escort service, the doctor is a prince and the ponds are his parents, Fairytale-ish?, slight missy/clara, repost, sort of a twist on Pretty Woman where the woman is older than the guy, and also the guy is a royal, and also other significant changes so i guess it's not really like Pretty Woman at all Summary:

She looks towards the invitation sitting on her vanity - the one that states ’attendance is mandatory for all unwed maidens’ - and pulls a face. Everyone knows the King and Queen - though well-loved and respected by everyone in the kingdom and far beyond that - had hit a wall in trying to find a consort for their only son and heir to the throne, John. Though the many princesses from faraway lands that have presented themselves were more than suitable for the role of the future King’s wife, rumours have circulated that John has insisted on ruling the kingdom without a woman by his side.

[amillionmillionvoices]

12/river arranged marriage

hey! this devolves into sap SUPER FAST. enjoy?

It’s his own damn fault. There’s a time and a place, and at his betrothal dinner, sitting next to his betrothed, was neither of them to throw what his mother is rather charitably describing as “a hissy fit” about his upcoming nuptials. 

He hadn’t meant it like that, and he’d thought River would agree—that the long standing practice was outdated and patronizing, as if neither of them were capable of wrangling their own unfortunate suitors. He’d thought she felt the same—that the farce of marriage to keep a land treaty in tact was—is—nothing short of insulting, and misguided, and downright cruel to ask two independent royals such as themselves to bind themselves to each other for the rest of their natural lives for the sake of politics. They deserve better—River, he thinks, but doesn’t say, deserves so much better than being shackled to an old prince who never could “get it together,” according to his father. Who blew past a respectable marrying age off traveling and “poking his nose where it didn’t belong” and “for what, John? You’re an embarrassment to the kingdom, honestly.” 

But he’s always been like that, and River much the same—she’s never been a typical Lord’s daughter either, meant more for ruling than John ever was, but with a fire in her that no amount of piano lessons and knitting and voluminous skirts could ever quell (he still remembers the the rumors of precisely what she’d done with that knitting needle, when her instructor had told her to start over). 

He’s known her for almost a decade now, and never in any of their conversations—or even better, their schemes, sneaking out past the palace guards to star gaze on a distant mountain, or River’s proclivity for stealing jewels from wealthy merchants and slipping them into the pockets of the poor—has she ever mentioned a desire to settle down, have children, assume a role in the castle as a stately princess. 

He’d thought she felt the same about all this—the ridiculous pomp and circumstance, inviting half the kingdom to the ball, dancing with those of strategic value and making nice with dukes and lords, ladies and wealthy widows. But when he’d glanced over at the end of his rant, expecting to see a familiar smirk, waiting for a well-timed remark that was just shy of inappropriate, he’d faltered. Instead, she’d been staring at her plate, mindlessly pushing a roast around, and it was only a moment before she cleared her throat and excused herself without even a nod of agreement. 

Seated to his left, his mother lets out a long suffering sigh. “For as bright as you are,” she says, daintily cutting a carrot in half with her knife, “you can be an absolute pillock.”

“That’s news?” he retorts, but his mother merely huffs. 

“You may think this is all for show, John, but I know you. And I’d hoped, for once in your life, you would trust us to have your best interests at heart.” 

“If you had my interests in mind at all, we wouldn’t be having this ludicrous affair.”

His mother doesn’t even look at him. “So you haven’t been in love with her since the day you met?”

John chokes. A few eyes at the table find him winded, coughing into a napkin while his mother takes a rather generous sip of her wine. 

“That’s—” he tries. “Preposterous.” 

“No,” she says evenly, “what's preposterous is your attitude. We’ve spent the better part of 20 years trying to find a match that wouldn’t make you miserable, and here you are, doing a fine job of making yourself as such.” 

John keeps his voice down as best he can. “And I suppose River’s feelings in the matter are of no consequence? As long as the King’s son is happy—”

“You really think I would doom that poor girl to a life with you if it wasn’t what she wanted?”

“How could you possibly know what she—”

His mother drops her silverware and finally looks at him—tired and irritated and more frustrated than he’s ever seen her. “We asked, John.”

He blinks. “You asked.”

“Yes.”

“You mean, you asked Amelia and Rory.”

“No, I mean we asked River if she would consent to marry you, before we ever mentioned it to you, and she said yes. We thought, knowing the way you feel for her, you would be...well, frankly, less of a prick.”

John tries not to gape.

“But now that she knows your feelings on the matter, I doubt her answer will remain the same.”

She glares at him knowingly, and there’s a brief moment he considers staying exactly where he is. Considers defying his mother, his father, his kingdom—considers letting it all hang. 

And then he thinks of River—the shadow that had crossed her face before she’d abruptly disappeared. The one and only time he’s ever seen her cry, two years ago, when she’d killed an injured fawn out of mercy, unable to save it. River, who never fails to make him laugh, who sweetens his sour smile every time; who argues with him over damn near everything and never, ever lets him be as clever as he thinks he is. River who blushed once when he tapped her nose, who stands so close to him sometimes he can smell her perfume, who always gets him out of trouble and then back into it, who looks at him so strangely, and he’s never been able to work out why. 

He thinks about it, and then, before his mother can utter another word, jerks out of his seat and nearly runs out of the great hall. She’ll have gone outside, on one of the balconies or turrets—he’ll try her favorite one first, the north tower, with the best view of the kingdom. 

He isn’t surprised to find her there, or find her alone, but the moment he lays eyes on her, he forgets how to speak. Forgets everything he wanted to say. She doesn’t acknowledge him, but he knows she knows he’s there. She always knows. 

Tentatively, he approaches the wall, stands next to her, gazing out at the dying light over the hills, so green this time of year. It’s beautiful, and boring, and he feels his throat tighten when he glances aside at her face. Her jaw is clenched, and he can tell by the set of her shoulders she’s trying to affect an air of nonchalance. To someone else, it might have worked, but he knows her. Thought he knew everything about her, and yet, missed everything. 

“River.” 

“Don’t give me that,” she says crisply, and John frowns, trying to think of what he’s done already to upset her further. 

“Give you what?”

“That pitying tone you use on bereaved widows and children with scraps.”

“It’s not a tone, it’s your name.”

“Well say it differently.”

“How would you like me to say it?” The question comes out far more genuine than he expected, and he knows River can hear it, can tell by the way her eyes widen slightly in the dim light, and her fingers flex against the railing. 

“It doesn’t matter,” she says after a moment, then, “I’ll speak to my parents in the morning.”

“About what?”

She gives him a side eye, the first time she’s looked at him. “Our engagement.” She nearly spits the word. “You were right. It’s unbecoming of both of us to take part in such a farce. Besides, we’d make each other miserable.”

John swallows tightly. Perhaps his mother was wrong. “Would we?” He asks, half rhetorical, half desperate. 

River snorts, but doesn’t glance at him again. “Please. We can barely stand to be in the same room together; we’re always fighting.”

“I thought that was our flirting.”

She startles, eyes darting to him and then away as she buries a slight smirk. 

“Even if it was, that hardly makes a marriage.” She sighs, staring out over the dark fields. “Besides, you’re the King’s son—you could marry any woman you want. You should pick someone who’ll make you happy.”

You’d make me happy, he wants to say, but the words stick in his throat. “And what about you?”

She laughs, but it isn’t amused. “Oh, I don’t think I’m the marrying kind.”

“You agreed to this.”

“No I didn’t,” she says, far too quickly. 

He arches an eyebrow. “So my parents didn’t ask your consent?”

River stills, jaw tightening, her spine stiff and eyes narrowed at nothing. She doesn’t answer, and John runs a hand through his hair. 

“Why did you agree if it wasn’t what you wanted?”

“I’m a Lord’s daughter,” she says, “I’ve agreed to plenty of things I don’t want.”

She says it flippantly, a diversion, but it still hurts. “So you’d hate it, then? Being married to me?”

There’s a long silence, and he studies her face, the little bend in her nose, her kind, tired eyes, the line of her throat, the soft blush of pink to her cheek. 

“I’d hate it,” she says, and his stomach drops like a stone. “If it meant you were miserable.”

Taking a shaky breath, John inches closer. “And...if it wouldn’t make me miserable?”

She half smiles up at him. “Well, we’ll never know, will we? You’ve made your opinion on the matter abundantly clear, and I’m not so eager to please my father that I’d wed someone who would—how did you put it?—rather eat glass.”

John winces. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s fine, John. A bit of embarrassment for both our families, I’d imagine, but they’ll forget about it eventually. You’ll disappear for a year, off helping the downtrodden and come back a renewed hero, and no one will even remember this little faux pas.”

“And you?”

River shrugs. “Oh, I’ll just get in trouble.”

John licks his lips. “We could get in trouble together.”

River shakes her head. “After this I’d imagine my father will be persona non grata in the court for a while, which means we’ll be headed back home.” She sighs, leaning further over the balcony, and he he has the overwhelming urge to grab her arm, her waist; to protect her in some way. “I could do with a proper winter.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

River looks at him again, eyebrow raised. 

“I meant...we could keep the engagement.”

She laughs. Outright laughs, but there’s something forced about it, something lonely. He doesn’t join in, just stares at her, waits for her laughter to die, for the smile to slip from her lips. 

“You’re...serious.”

He shrugs. “It’s an option.”

“I thought it was a farce.”

“That, too.”

“Then why would you—”

“Because… I’m an idiot.”

River looks away. “Yes, well, that’s obvious.”

“No, River, I mean… I’m an idiot.”

She looks back at him, eyes searching his face and he wishes she could read his mind, could hear the loud tattoo of his heart in his chest, could feel the nerves running through him. He’d never thought he’d have to propose. Never thought he’d ever find anyone worth proposing to, and even then he’d assumed it would just...happen. It has just happened, but he’d ruined it, and now he has to fix it. 

“John,” she starts, and he huffs.

“Don’t give me that tone.”

“What tone?”

“The one you use when you’re trying to let a bloke down easy.”

“I never let anyone down easy.”

He smirks. “True.”

“I don’t understand. I thought you hated the whole idea of being married to me.”

He winces. “It wasn’t about you. I mean, it was, I–I thought they’d forced you into it.”

“And I didn’t realize they forced you into it.”

“They didn’t. I mean, they did, but only because—“

“Because what?”

“Because I thought you deserved better.”

River stares at him for a long moment, so long he starts to hear whispers on the wind, and then, so quiet,

“What could possibly be better than a life with you?”

He swallows. “Are you just saying that because I’m the prince?”

She glares at him. “Don’t be pompous.”

He grins, and when she reaches out to hit him in the arm, he grasps her hand, holds it to his chest. 

River inhales sharply. “John—“

“I’m rubbish at this.”

“I know.”

“Will you stay engaged to me, River?”

She tilts her head, a teasing smile. “Why should I?”

Lifting her hand to his lips, he closes his eyes and gently kisses her knuckles. 

“Because I could make you happy. I think.”

When he looks up, River’s eyes are wet, and she’s smiling so beautifully. 

“Oh, you idiot,” she murmurs, stepping closer, her free hand cupping his cheek. “You already do.”

[mygalfriday]

happy birthday!!!! hope you have a blessed year :)))

Thank you so much, darling!

[littlesparkleshark]

WIP Folder Meme

Tagged by @tinkerbellxoxo and @melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Doctor Who

I’ve developed a teacher kink????

Yaz dates a TARDIS

Time Distortion in a Super Market 

Mattex

60th

GOT

I Love You, Accidentally

Tagging: all of my friends just did this so if you want to do it go for it and say I tagged you c: 

[songsandfairytales]

This or that game

Tagged by @yesmadamepresident

Slow burn or love at first sight // but also you can have love at first sight thats totally a slow burn.

fake dating or secret dating // im such a sucker for secret kisses and stolen glances.

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // slow burn anyone?

there’s only one bed or long distance correspondence // *cough*smut*cough*

hurt/comfort or amnesia // but only amnesia cause technically it can be hurt and comfort too!!!

fantasy au or modern au //

mutual pining or domestic bliss // (oh come on!!! How am I supposed to choose. Can't be have mutual pining for each other while they have domestic bliss?)

smut or fluff // (but if you want to make me happy make it smutty fluff)

canon compliant or fix it // but I do love canon...

reincarnation or character death // (both of these make me sad. I'm choosing to ignore them. But I guess reincarnation if I had to choose)

arranged marriage or accidental marriage // drunken nights in vegas/accidentally walked into a communal ceremony

one shot or multi chapter // only cause I read slow and get sad when the multichapter ends

kid fic or road trip fic // but its a very close call

high school romances or middle aged romances //

time travel or isolated together //

neighbors or roommates //

sci-fi au or magic au // also a very close call

angst or crack // all the crack, give me puns and crazy scenarios

apocalyptic or mundane // the world already feels too apocalyptic i need some relief😜

I tag

@melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme @teaismyqueen @tinkerbellxoxo

[ebonysolcum-two]

4, 11, 14? ^.^

4. Link your three favourite fics right now.

a certain step towards falling in love by @mygalfriday

This is literally one of the best things I've ever read. It's a Twelve/River Pride and Prejudice AU and it just works so well! I hadn't actually read Pride and Prejudice, even though it was sitting on my shelf, but this fic inspired me to read the book and I'm so glad I did.

luxurious loving, like egyptian cotton by @melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme

I started reading this when the first chapter was published and I fell in love with it immediately. It's an Eleven/River AU where Eleven is a prince and River is a prostitute. Eleven, or 'Prince John' is an idiot and I can't wait for the next chapter to be published because I'm really curious to know what's going to happen.

she blows out of nowhere, roman candle of the wind by @mygalfriday

This is a one part Twelve/River human AU where River rescues Twelve when his blind date doesn't show up. I first read it a while ago and it was so good I read it two more times that day. I've read it over and over again and it never gets old.

11. How do you come up with your fic titles?

Honestly, I don't. I'm terrible with titles and I'll usually go through several titles before I land on one I like. I mean, the first book I ever wrote was a newtina fanfic that I literally titled "Newt and Tina". I mean, I thought I was never going to finish it and that no one would ever read it, but I did and it did well. I recently renamed it "Love is Patient" because I thought it fit and I hated the other title so much. Anyway, I usually just give it a name that somewhat hints to the plot, but I'm not very good at coming up with titles.

14. Do you have a personal word minimum that you hold yourself to? Why or why not?

I do, because otherwise I'll probably be super lazy and not write much in each chapter. Also, I always hate it when someone updates their book and had only added like 200 words. My overall minimum is 1500, though I'll sometimes allow it to be less than that, but it still has to be more than 1300. However, then it depends on the story. There was one book I wrote that I wanted all the chapters to be about 2500 words and there's another one that I was planning to have each chapter be at least 4000 words, but I'm probably going to lower it to 2500 words because that's a lot anyway and the book is supposed to have 30 chapters.

questions

[sonickedtrowel]

L, X and Y please! :)

L:  Which of your fanfics was the most emotionally challenging to write?

I mean, it has to be Long Night, cause even though that one came really sort of easily to me (I swear, I was channeling something) I did have a LOT OF EMOTIONS with it.  And all my other ones are just too short to have had that kind of emotional investment.  The only time I actually cried was writing Stay, though.

X: How would you categorize your fanfic reading?  Are you a voracious reader?  Do you carefully pick and choose?  Something in between?

Right now I’d categorize it as LAZY bc there are a ton of things I have on my list to read (yours among them!!!) and I need to get on that and leave comments but lately I feel like I don’t have 2 brain cells to rub together to write a decent comment so I keep putting it off!  

Y: What are your thoughts on your personal satisfaction with something you’ve written vs. the popularity of your stories?  Do you tend to be most satisfied with your most popular stories?  

I was really lucky to get a lot of great response while writing Long Night but there are a few chapters I really love that got much less response than others.   And the feedback on my current WIP has been diminishing when I generally think it’s pretty good, which definitely adds to the challenge of keeping at it, lol.  But I think I get the most response on the most “indulgent” ship chapters rather than ones where I think I’m doing some neat characterization with secondary or platonic relationships which, yknow, that’s fair. hahaha

ty love!!! 

[thespacehairandthespaceidiot]

Omg one of my fav fanfic authors.... following ME? *weeps*

Hahaha I noticed the trip you took through my mattex tags the other day (and I’m a little mad cuz i clicked on a bunch of the posts you liked and reblogged and they gave me a ton of feels while I was working) and then I put together that you were the one who sent me all those lovely comments recently. You post quality content from what I can tell and you have great taste in ships. What’s not to like? :D