Is it just me or does having a positive interaction with a stranger scratch a very particular itch? I think it's the reassurance that the world is not split solely into people who already love you and people who never will.
2. a character whose POV you’re currently exploring
when I first got into hazbin hotel, husk did NOT feel like a character whose pov I would enjoy writing (it probably helped that I just didn't like him that much at first). like I thought if I was gonna write huskerdust fanfic it'd mostly be from angel's POV. but i've somehow realized his POV is actually very easy for me to fall into. so i've been writing a lot of his POV lately and it's so fun lol
4. a story you haven't written yet
not fanfic related, but i have this original story idea that's been bouncing around in my head for like... 3 years. to keep it vague it involves a serial killer being brainwashed by a religious cult. I've written a few chapters about said serial killer's backstory and planned out how the cult works, but I don't want to truly start writing it until I finish my current Big WIP (which is much lighter in comparison; it's a romance novel lol)
14. where do you get your inspiration?
usually from the stuff I read (I get VERY eager to write after reading something), listening to music, and meeting new people!
19. the most interesting topic you've researched for a fic
one time I did a ton of research on pregnancy tests throughout history for a zelink fic I was writing. and then just ended up making up my own fantasy pregnancy test anyway lmao
26. are you able to write with other people around?
depends on who's around and what they're doing. if my family is around I cannot write because I will get SO paranoid, even if the fic I'm writing is G rated. I don't know why. however I sometimes edit fics on my phone when I'm out in public (sometimes even at work lmfao). I can also write with friends around as long as they're not talking
i just found out tumblr was storing over three GIGABYTES of cookies on my device without me knowing and that's why it's been running so fucking slow recently... incredible. anyways everyone go clear your fucking cookies. don't let this website run a goddamn video game's worth of disc space in the background for no good reason.
I'm not trying to shame people who don't read The Classics because god knows most of that stuff never saw an editor, but before you post/reblog quotes from the old book classics, framed as something the author personally said, you should be aware that the quote was probably said or thought by a character who wasn't supposed to be objectively correct. As a matter of fact a lot of those fictional little guys were written to be completely wrong on purpose.
You have heard of the sci-fi genre of Don't Create The Torment Nexus. Now consider the 1800s book style Don't Become The Dipshit Protagonist.
chilchuck going "sorry leave me outta this one. i cant fight" but then hitting literally every precise shot with an arrow or projectile he ever made in the story INCLUDING PIERCING A RED DRAGONS EYE BY THROWING A KNIFE WHILE LEAPING AWAY my bro is a rogue with dex 20 and wants no one to know biggest liar in history
When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.
I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.
One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.
The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?
The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”
I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.
It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.