#the simping has gotten Much worse 🤩

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For the ask game: 🎶⛔️🌞🦅🤩🤲⏳

Answer all of them, or just pick a few, I know I picked out a lot 😂

alicia, my love!!!

🎶 - Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

usually, yes, but i don’t really have specific playlists for specific fics. some songs will, however, always be associated with the fandom i was in when I discovered them.

⛔ - Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

quite a few, actually. I always need to try them out first, write a couple thousand words to see if i actually have anything to say on the topic.

🌞 - Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

i happen to be very much a morning person, and prefer to do everything, writing included, before noon

🦅 - Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

depends on the fic! generally, i have a plan in my head and follow it loosely, with lots of diversions. i only really outline in detail if it’s a very plotty fic. but bc i generally write everything and then post, you know that any plotholes are there bc I’m an idiot who left them in, not bc I wrote by the seat of my pants.

🤩 – Who is your favorite character to write?

i am having SO MUCH FUN writing from klaus’s pov in my current wip, you have no idea. There’s something special about the way i make him jump between being snarky and condescending, casually thinking about an extremely traumatizing experience, simping for caroline, recalling yet another sick and twisted crime he committed … it’s such a delight, honestly

🤲 - Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Ask and ye shall receive! Here’s a bit from chapter eight of my current WIP, make them bow.:

He really, really hates witches.

Sheila Bennett looks nothing like Ayana physically, but that look she gets when he opens the door in her dressing gown with a sleeping mask pushed up to rest among voluminous curls—that’s identical.

Ayana had always looked at him like he’s something she has scraped off the bottom of her shoe. He suspects she’d known, long before he did, who his father wasn’t. Well, witchling, there were two people at fault for that mess, and neither of them were him, so if you’d please direct your haughty looks to your best friend or her lover, that’d be great.

He much prefers to remember her in the moments before he’d crushed her heart in her chest. She was very forthcoming about the details of how to break his curse then. He’d even let her children live—merciful days like that were common for him, when he’d been a youth of seven-and-thirty.

He doesn’t think that pointing out that she is only alive because of a bit of mercy he’d felt a thousand years ago would help him with this one, though. Witches. So testy.

“You have a lot of nerve, coming here.”

“So I’ve been told.”

Her eyes narrow, and he feels the tell-tale stinging at his temple. Really, Sheila? That’s the oldest trick in the book, and he is older than even that.

“That works on younglings,” he informs her primly. It’s not hard to pretend that the pain isn’t even there. He’s played at more casual for worse aches. “That was a hint for you to stop, by the way. We’re here to negotiate a mutually beneficial arrangement.”

“Nik …”

“She is a Bennett and I am a Mikaelson, Stefan. We were never going to be cordial, so why waste time pretending?”

This makes the witch laugh. “At least you know where we stand. But I will not invite you in.”

Klaus tries very hard not to roll his eyes. As if he couldn’t force an invitation, should he want to. “I don’t expect to be invited in. I just want you to answer one question, will you, love?”

“And what would that be?” asks the witch, supremely unimpressed.

Klaus cocks his head to the side. “Where’s your granddaughter, Sheila?”

Her eyes widen, and he sees her lips part in rage. “What did you—”

“Who, me? Nothing at all. But she seems to have gotten herself into a bit of a situation of the fanged kind. Fortunately, we have a plan.”

“And why would you care?”

He gives a greatly put-upon sigh. “The goodness of my heart?”

“Try again.”

He just shrugs. “Well, I’ve got my reasons, obviously. No matter how much we all wish it could be otherwise, a witch-free world isn’t feasible, and I have a vested interest in the Bennett line’s continued survival.”

Her eyes fall to his right, where Stefan lingers.

“What do you want from me?”

“A vampire with an interest in opening the tomb underneath Fell’s Church has taken Bonnie and Elena, Sheila,” Stefan explains. “Damon has Emily Bennett’s grimoire. They will open it, and unless you help us, they will force Bonnie to do it alone.”

“She can’t—”

“Anna doesn’t care, Sheila. Working with them is our only guarantee that Elena and Bonnie get out alive … and that the vampires don’t.”

Sheila sneers. “I could track my granddaughter. I could save them both.”

Klaus lets his smile out to play—the one that doesn’t show fangs, but it might as well. “Don’t you want to hear about what I’m willing to offer to you if you wait?”

She curves an unimpressed brow. “I know better than to make deals with the devil.”

“I’m hurt, love.” He presses a hand against his chest. “And here I was, feeling especially giving.”

“Don’t call me that.” She grits her teeth together. “What’s your offer, then?”

There, love—wouldn’t it have been simpler if you’d done that from the start? “Freedom,” he says. “For the next three generations, starting with your granddaughter. I will not meddle in their affairs. Is that not a marvellous offer? I don’t know that I’ve ever been this magnanimous.”

She narrows her eyes. “Seven generations—and you’ll keep the rest of the Originals to that, too.”

He waves a hand. “Yes to second—I have my ways of keeping them in line.” Then he inclined his head. “Five generations—so long as you and your granddaughter do a spell for me when all this is over.”

Sheila’s eyes go even narrower. “A spell? No way.”

Behind him, he can feel Stefan shift uncomfortably.

“C’mon, love, I promise it’s nothing bad!”

“And what would this spell be, if I may ask?”

⏳ - How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

that really depends on a gazillion factors, but on a good day, when i’m in the zone, I can manage several thousand words

fanfic writer asks :)