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15 and 17 for fic writer asks? :3

fic writer asks

15. favorite weather for writing

Overcast and rainy. The sound is pleasant and it gives me an excuse to stay in and be lazy~

17. talk about your writing and editing process

It varies, depending on the project?

Sometimes the idea sort of comes fully formed and I just...start writing full sentences and paragraphs as they come. This is wonderful when it happens, that natural flow of inspiration. I've noticed I experience this more often when writing OCs. Since they're mine, the rules are mine and I can do whatever I want.

And sometimes I have an idea I like playing out like a little movie in my head, but it's just the bones, maybe some lines or a vibe I like but it needs to be fleshed out. In those cases I just start dumping whatever thoughts I have onto the page to get them out of my head. Then I organize them into an outline. Nothing too formal, just putting the ideas in chronological order. Then I go through it in order section by section and turn the thoughts into actual writing, highlighting things I want to go back to later, rather than trying to get every word perfect on the first go. Then finally I read over it one more time to proofread, edit, and resolve the stuff I highlighted.

I hope any of that makes sense. x_x

Thank you!!

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sorry never messaged before but if ur still doing OC ask game.... i want to briefly (!!!) chain Seraphina in my basement and take pictures because no one will believe me otherwise. will do some minor bloodletting at the wrist to see if theres any physical manifestation of grace or ichor in fallen angels!!! will be pretty disappointed if she just bleeds like normal and maybe feel bad about the whole thing afterwards. kinda messily stitch her arm back up and release her back into the wild (dropped off in restraints from a van in the middle of a field) (also gave her costume wings upon release because i think its a shame she doesnt have them anymore)

"oh and for 2!!! my main oc is a psychic living weapon ^_^ hes an aquatic species (saltwater amphibian) but has lived on land his whole life. has to wear a collar at all times to regulate his powers, very prone to fainting + migraines + magical exhaustion. lifelong conditioning has made him very obedient and well behaved. hes interested in minimizing the amount of pain he has to be in so he should be pretty compliant for that reason."

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OOH this is juicy. Ok going beat-by-beat...chaining her up, excellent. basement, very good. the photo idea is fascinating. Maybe she has some sort of ethereal glow in in the photo, or an outline of a halo and wings that aren't visible IRL. There probably is some somewhat inhuman property to her blood that I've never thought of, which is a great idea, because that would make it valuable and people would want to harvest it. I describe Seraphina's angelic nature sort of like an old phone - at a low charge percentage, can be fully charged under the right circumstances but loses that charge quickly, shuts off (aka faints) easily. She can be impossibly powerful for a moment then unconscious and vulnerable the next.

Also, the costume wings would both make her furious and make her cry at the same time, because she's proud and has a quick temper so she'd hate being mocked but she's also a sensitive baby so she'd be equally sad at the reminder of not having her wings.

I love your OC! Aquatic whumpees are a lot of fun. Is living on land a struggle for him? or, because he's used to land, does he struggle in the water? If he was mine I'd play with the sort of...well, fish out of water nature of a mer creature living on land.

And that collar? Broken during a fight so it malfunctions and his powers get out of control. When it's all over he's out like a light, and wakes with a terrible headache, all alone in the middle of a wasteland.

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1 Tell me what you'd do to one of my OCs if you had them for a day!

If I could borrow Myla for a day, I don't think I'd be too unkind - I'd just run a few experiments dropping her in a tank full of hagfish to see if their slime can incapacitate a full-grown merperson. She might appreciate contributing to science again!

2 Tell me a little about one of your OCs and I'll respond with what I'd do to them in return!

I've got an immortal whumpee, Rory, who tends to wind up in the hands of people who play with that "feature" for their own entertainment. She can die, but she revives pretty quickly, although anything she loses can take a while to regenerate. She's also only known about her immortality for a few years, so she's still got quite a lot of fight in her!

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UM

"[The slime] has been shown to impair the function of a predator fish's gills. In this case, the hagfish's mucus would clog the predator's gills, disabling their ability to respire. The predator would release the hagfish to avoid suffocation"

I did not know about this and now that I know, I absolutely have to use it in a mer whump story. Maybe even make one of mine fight/attacked by a hagfish mer!

Oh also, Myla is giving you the angriest glare rn, she does not like this "science" you speak of.

Oooh I love an immortal whumpee! She reminds me a bit of my Emmeline, especially in the "can die but then revives" and "big injuries take longer" sense. Emmeline has been immortal for a few hundred years, so if I was borrowing Rory, maybe I'd throw her into Emmeline's story and Emmy could be a guiding hand/older sister figure.

As for whump, I'd definitely put Rory in the lab where the aforementioned Emmeline was held and experimented on. After all, she escaped, so they'll need a new immortal~

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7. your preferred writing fonts?

writer asks

I don't think too much about the font, I usually just stick with the default, but I generally prefer sans serif fonts like Arial and Calibri!

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whoopsie poopsie i forgor to post Mermay thing yesterday so here's a double whammy for ya

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Mermaid (Aleksandr Petrov, 1997)

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Creator: Roberto Ferri, Like Poison, 1978.

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Augustin Feyen-Perrin - Après la Tempête, c. 1865

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Sangsu Jeong

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Bummed today, reblogged a few ask game type things, would love some asks. I'll try to reciprocate when I get home also.

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✍️ more fic writer asks!

reblog & your followers can send asks with the questions they’d like you to answer!

the last sentence you wrote

a character whose POV you’re currently exploring

how you feel about your current WIP

a story idea you haven’t written yet

first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP

the word that appears the most in your current draft (wordcounter.net can tell you)

your preferred writing fonts

if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

start to finish, how long did it take you to write the last fic you posted?

what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?

a WIP you’d like to finish someday

a trope you’re really into right now

a fandom you’re thinking about writing for

where do you get your inspiration?

favorite weather for writing

favorite place to write

talk about your writing and editing process

if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

in what year did you publish your first fic?

when did you publish your most recent fic?

do you ever worry about public reaction to what you’re writing? how do you get past that?

pick three keywords that describe your writing

how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

are you able to write with other people around?

your favorite part of the writing process

your least favorite part of the writing process

how easy is it for you to come up with titles?

share a fic you’re especially proud of

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sickness prompts send a prompt, get a drabble.

right as rain: [character] says they’re fine right before collapsing.

in plain sight: [character] does everything to hide their cold.

snoozeville: [character] falls asleep somewhere that isn’t their bed.

bed bargain: [character A] won’t stay in bed. [character B] convinces them.

please be okay: [character] isn’t feeling well, causing them to act differently.

conversationalist: [character] rambles in their sick state.   

shut up: [character] doesn’t want any reminders about being sick while they recover. 

so dramatic: [character] complains about their cold.

careful care: it’s hard for [character A] to accept help. [character B] knows which care methods are “acceptable”. 

speechless: [character] can’t talk because of a sore throat.

dreamer: [character] talks in their sleep.

vacancy: [character] forgets where they are.

oh no: [character] gets sick at the worst possible moment. 

by your side: [character] is sick and wants company.

whatever: [character] reluctantly accepts help. 

health bar: [character] doesn’t get sick? think again!

moo: [character] isn’t very sick and milks it anyway.

double trouble: [character] is sick and injured. 

manner minded: [character] remembers their good manners while sick. 

all about me: [character] loves the attention they receive while sick. 

error 404: [character] refuses to admit they’re sick.

got germs: [character A] and [character B] are sick.

play the part: [character] pretends to be sick.

but it’s true: [character] has been known to fake being sick, but this time they’re actually sick.

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List of Ways to (FICTIONALLY) Torture Someone

I genuinely have no idea how to make a content warning for this- just don't do this stuff irl ig

Caning

Electrocution

Stress Positions

Sensory Deprivation

Degradation

Water boarding

Strangling

Choking

Flaying

Skinning

Nailing

Drugging

Sleep Deprivation

Nudity

Shaving away the hair off their head

Plain ol' beating/manhandling

Public humiliation

Keeping them in a cage

Keeping them in a small dark place

Cutting off a body part

Carving them out with a knife

Whipping

Breaking their bones

Burning them with cigarettes

Poking holes into them with needles

Burning them in general

Forcing them to drink alcohol

Burning off their soles and forcing them to walk

Starvation

Dehydration

Sensory Overstimulation

Forcing them to scream their throat raw

Gagging them

Muzzling them

Crushing them w/ a hammer/mallet

Killing off their loved ones in front of them

Torturing their loved ones in front of them

Burying them alive

Hypothermia

Hyperthermia

Forcing them to hurt a stranger

Forcing them to hurt their loved ones

Forcing them to stay completely silent

Feel free to suggest additions!

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𝓕𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 — send 👊 to deliver a blow to my muse’s face.

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WOW thanks everyone for the kind responses! I have some ideas for other places to go with this, but I'm not sure if or when I'll get to them, so I'm glad we could leave Shae in a good place. ❤️

Shae & woodworker story cont'd

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

Author's Notes: sorry it's been a while :')

Content Warnings: tiny whump, faerie whump, injury, difficulty breathing, caretaking, unintentionally painful caretaking

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The first thing the human does upon bringing Shae upstairs is clean him off. He turns on the water in the kitchen - just a light trickle, checking that the water is neither too hot nor too cold - and then holds him under it, using his strong but gentle hands to wash away all the dust. Whenever Shae coughs the man holds him to the water so he can drink some. It is such a relief he could cry, if only he had the strength.

"Let's take a look," the man says calmly. He sits at the kitchen table and lies Shae on a folded apron. Shae winces and tries to roll onto his side, off of his splinter-riddled back. The man notices and helps him, drawing in a sharp breath when he sees the damage. "Ouch. Alright, let me get some things..."

He disappears for a few minutes, though Shae can hear him moving around in other parts of the house. Shae sighs and presses his face against the soft, clean fabric of the apron. It smells like the human, and he is surprised to find that that is a comfort to him. He even starts to doze off a little, but is woken by the man's returning footsteps.

"Still with me?" he asks, leaning down to look at Shae's face.

Shae opens his eyes and nods weakly.

"Good. So, uh - I'm going to pull these splinters out of your back and clean the wounds. And it's going to hurt, and I'm really sorry for that, but it has to be done. Do you understand?"

Tears fill Shae's eyes. He doesn't know how he can possibly stand any more pain, but with every shift and breath he can feel the slivers of wood in his skin like little daggers, and he knows the human is right - they have to go. So Shae nods again.

"It's going to be okay."

The man takes a pair of tweezers and leans close to Shae, who shudders a little at the feeling of being loomed over. He closes his eyes and clutches the apron in his fists as the tweezers grab onto the first and largest splinter. At the slightest pull sharp pain shoots across his skin. Shae lets out a hoarse cry and instinctively tries to pull away, but the human's hand closes over his lower half, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep him pinned in place. Still, it's enough to make Shae panic, and the man quickly steps away, withdrawing his hands.

He gives Shae several minutes to calm down, and feeds him water through a dropper when he starts to cough. When Shae is breathing evenly again, he picks up the tweezers. "I won't hold you down. But I need you to stay still, yeah?"

I'll try, Shae thinks. He bites down on the fabric and braces himself. He whines as the tweezers close on a splinter and once again start to pull. After a little resistance, the splinter slips free and Shae feels a trickle of fresh blood run down his skin.

"You're doing great," the human says quietly, giving his cheek a little rub. Despite his fear, the compliment bolsters him. Shae sniffles and remains still as the next splinter is removed, and the next, and the next.

By the end he is shaking like a leaf. But if he thought that was bad, it's nothing compared to when the human wets a clean cloth with something from a bottle and presses it to Shae's back. The stinging pain erupts into a burning one, a pain that darkens his vision and steals his breath. Shae lets out a feeble sound, vaguely aware of the human muttering apologies as he quickly cleans the blood from the faerie's scraped and punctured skin.

Eventually the damp cloth disappears and the human gently rubs something onto the skin, then applies a clean, dry strip of gauze and secures it with a bandage. This dulls the fierce agony considerably, allowing Shae to catch his breath and wipe the tears from his eyes. To his relief, the human steps away, giving him some time to recover.

He is close to falling asleep when Shae feels himself being gently manhandled, turned over onto his back, which has gone pleasantly numb. Still, the rest of him hurts no less than before, and he groans at the movement.

"Sorry...just treating this burn..." The man smooths a gel across the inflamed, blistered skin of Shae's belly. It hurts only a moment before a cool tingling kicks in and the pain eases. A bandage is wrapped around his middle.

The human finds every injury, however small, until the wounded little faerie is clean, bandaged, and treated with medicine. He takes sips of water and apple juice, and soon the fits of coughing come less frequently and Shae feels less like he might faint at any moment. He is far from okay, but is so, so grateful for any relief he can get.

"Um..." While the man is capping a bottle, Shae sits up and timidly waves for his attention.

Clearly surprised, the human sets the bottle down and leans close. "What is it? Do you need something."

Unable to voice it, Shae simply points at one of the man's hand's - large, strong, scarred and calloused, he feared them all this time, when they have been nothing but gentle with him. At the request, the man places his hand on the table in front of Shae, remaining as still as he can. Shae crawls into it and hugs his thumb.

"Oh..." The man hesitates, then pets Shae's hair. "You must have been really scared down there, huh?" He cradles the faerie in both hands and holds him to his chest. It's warm, so warm, the fabric of his shirt soft, the beat of his heart strong and steady when Shae presses his ear to it and sighs.

He can feel movement, the human carrying him somewhere. Shae expects it to be the box in the living room where he has been sleeping, and is surprised when instead he is carried upstairs to the man's bedroom. Shae sits up enough to look at it - simple, a little messy, but cozy.

"I think you should stay up here until you're better, in case you need anything. I hope that's ok."

Continuing to hold Shae with one hand, the man puts together a new improvised little bed of blankets in the half-open bedside table drawer. He carefully settles Shae onto it, and after the last few nights spent in the cold, dark crevice in the wall, letting his body sink into the warm, soft pile of fabric is like heaven. Already drowsy, when the man drapes a scarf over him and shuts off the light, Shae begins to drift off to sleep to the sounds of the human readying himself for bed.

The last thing he's aware of is his hair being pet and a voice whispering, "good night". For the first time in a long time, Shae smiles.

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just leaving this here