#that voltron fic haunts me bc lance and keith are SO ooc

[ponykidcurtis]

Fanfic Origin Story

tagged by @bigfootsmom im in love w u

What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?

technically the first fic i ever read was hetalia but i didn’t know it at the time and have never been interested in hetalia otherwise? but it’s funny to say lmao anyway official first fandom i read for according to ao3 history was PJO, and the first i wrote for was voltron

What was the first story you ever wrote (even if it was never posted) and what made you decide to write it?

see above: first fic i wrote was for voltron. i’d never tried writing fic before but i impulsively joined a gift exchange and then i had to make something happen so it did!! it sucks, i hate it now, but it’s still on ao3 bc i refuse to delete it

What’s a piece of advice you would give to your younger fic-writing self?

your fics are for you, so write whatever you want and don’t be afraid to get weird with it

What’s an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback etc.)?

ohh in my brief stint in the young justice fandom, i met one of my very good friends @sh1tb0i and then i kept him and it’s been like. 5 years? so i’d say that stuck w me lol

also @renecdote is from my yj days too and then i coerced her into watching 911 so ur welcome everybody

Post a sentence or two from one of your older fics, and a sentence or two from a newer one (if you want).

shaking and crying but here’s a few lines from my first ever fic

“I don't want to tell them,” was all Lance answered, as he flopped against the other arm of the couch. He pulled the blanket with him, but Keith didn't reach for it back. Their hot chocolate was growing cold on the table between them, and the movie played on.

“Why not?” Keith pressed, fighting to keep the frustration out of his voice. “Are you ashamed of me? Of us? Is that it? I've heard you on the phone, avoiding the topic or calling me a friend, a roommate—”

“It’s not that,” Lance assured him.

vs the latest fic i posted

Buck doesn’t know how to move anymore. His muscles are cramping, everything swollen and aching and so, so dry. A thin, breathy whine slips past his teeth.

Something is prickling over his skin. A thousand ants, tiny bodies shifting between the hair on his arms, stiff with salt. Something else is biting him, teeth digging deep into his shoulder blade. He shivers, which doesn’t make sense. He wants out of this oven now. He’s forgetting how to breathe.

“Buck!” That voice calls again. Can that voice help him? Maybe they can turn the heat down. “Buck, where are you?”

like my prose back then wasn’t terrible ig? but that was almost 5 yrs ago and they’re waaay out of character and the plotline is vague lmao but my writing NOW is so tasty i’m in love with myself

anyway i’ll tag @sh1tb0i bc i called him out already, @renecdote @nymika-arts @yikesbuckley @lovebuck and @calnovas