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lakesparkles · 8 months

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Ants (OC oneshot)

I'm not sure if anyone here is interested but, just in case, I'll share here something I wrote for some of my OCs, Taylor and Daisy :D

They're surely my fav OCs ever, if you want to see more of them, you can check their tags here (or my Instagram that I talk about them all the time)!

The oneshot can be read on this google doc or under the cut:

Ants

Sometimes frustration comes from things that are impossible to change.

Taylor and Daisy look at old photos

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Daisy's ants always held his gaze. He felt strange. He had seen several ant tanks before, but this one in particular interested him. It hung on the wall of the closet, with a lamp directly overhead, which made it even clearer: the tiny ants never stopped in their tracks, walking through the same tunnels they had dug long ago. He imagined what it would be like for them. How big everything was.

Taylor blinked, breaking out of his trance for just a second. It was enough to make him aware of the lack of attention, realizing his situation as a whole. Until that moment, he hadn't even realized that he was, in fact, in Daisy's room. Even after dating her for so many months, it must've been the third time he had entered there in his life.

"I like ants!" He commented, his eyes still glued to the tank. "There are so many! Can you recognize them one by one?"

He managed to turn around, now looking at his fiancee (he has a fiancee!!). Daisy tilted her head slightly, sulking a little and giving him the terrible impression that she had been talking to him during all this time of distraction. Before he had time to confirm the theory and open his mouth to ask something stupid, Daisy took a few steps forward, getting close to him and the tank.

"Do you see this little one here?" She pointed to a farther one and Taylor leaned his body forward, nodding. "I call her Courtney! She's kind of a loner, but she works just as hard as the others... Maybe even harder! She is one of my favorites."

Taylor perked up, the tip of his tail starting to wag as he pointed at another specific ant:

"And this one? What is its name?"

"Oh, that's Clarita!"

"HOW DO YOU DO IT!?" Now the tail was completely wagging. "They're so similar... And there are so many! Is it serious that you recognize each one?"

"Of course not, silly! I was kidding... Taylor, were you paying attention to what I said?"

The dog straightened his posture, lowering his head, a little embarrassed. Not just for the last conversation, but the way Daisy called him. To her, he could be "nugget", "sweetheart", "strawberry cupcake", "furball" or anything else that popped into her head. He was only called "Taylor" if Daisy was being extremely serious.

"Maybe the ants distracted me..."

At least Daisy didn't look offended, laughing and making him feel lighter. Without saying a word, she moved even closer to him, only to smack his butt (to be fair, she had rubbed his butt more than anything, but you wouldn't hear any complaints from him about that).

"Stop being lazy!" She exclaimed. "We have a lot to do!"

That command was the equivalent of turning Taylor's brain on, which automatically felt more focused. He turned around, starting to survey the room at large. Just like his house, the rooms there were not very spacious, although comfortable. The walls were cream and… unfortunately, it didn't even look like Daisy's room. It had some furniture, ants and that's all. No decorations or anything to make it livable beyond the basics.

He remembered how Daisy had commented that she liked his bedroom and how everything in there reminded her of himself. Also how, little by little, it became less his place and more of both of them. Daisy bought some plants to decorate, as well as fairy lights. She left her clothes hanging on the hanger, right next to his. The floor was always covered with a toy or more from the pups and, even though most of it was still his own stuff... his house seemed infinitely more like Daisy's home than that empty room.

That warmed his heart and only then did he realize he had gotten distracted again, looking at the ants, wagging his tail and laughing like crazy.

"Ants make you so happy, don't they?" Daisy implied from the other corner of the room, where she analyzed her remaining clothes inside the wardrobe.

"We're moving in together!" He ignored the question, smiling towards her. "It's sinking in now!"

"Look, we kind of already lived together" Daisy stopped looking at the clothes for a moment. "I'm just going to sleep at your place every day, but the puppies will still stay here from time to time and...

"That's like, 90% living together!"

"Right, right! So let's go before my grandmother arrives."

Taylor nodded vaguely, as he often did when Daisy spoke. Seconds later, he realized he had no idea what he was supposed to be doing in the first place.

Focus, Taylor, focus!

Daisy had told him that they should just gather her remaining things to take to her house and... It shouldn't be that difficult.

Except that everything there seemed so boring and lifeless. It wasn't like he was judging his fiancee, it was more thinking how nothing there must matter much to her. However, he started pacing and looking around, hoping that Daisy would think he had something useful running through his brain.

He ended up facing the cabinet next to the bed, kneeling down to reach the drawers. Above him was just a small framed picture, which seemed incredible compared to everything else. Taylor guessed it was a photo from a couple of years ago, considering how small the four puppies were. None of them looked at the camera, being around Daisy, who opened a nervous smile.

Taylor couldn't help but laugh softly, holding the end of the frame until he lowered it and brought it closer to him. This would certainly go to their house.

Finally opening the first drawer, he was surprised by the amount of stuff there. It was as if everything that was supposed to be in the rest of the room had been concentrated in that tiny, cramped space.

"Ahhhh, there's a lot of stuff in the drawer!" He spoke aloud, a little confused about what was important or not.

"Most is just crap, but see if you can find something."

Yeah, he didn't want to do that, his whole body already being taken over by laziness before he even started. But that was what he was there for, wasn't it? Half the reason, because he figured supporting his fiancee emotionally was just as much the reason for that. Daisy never felt right being there or seeing old things, although she seemed relaxed now. She still looked from outfit to outfit, even pulling on some pants or coats and grumbling when she realized they didn't even fit anymore. Taylor could spend the rest of the day watching her do it, his mind amused to note how the best clothes were already at his house (where they really mattered), and that he could buy her lots of new ones.

But now he had a job to do!

Still with great reluctance, he put his paws in the drawer, almost digging through all the junk. There were old diaries. Old bills. Old notes. Even old cell phones! And nothing that seemed to pay off, Daisy certainly didn't lie.

The first thing that interested him was a pink watch in the shape of a cat (with ears and a small face drawn). It had no batteries and obviously didn't work, but he remembered Daisy telling him about such an object once: she had accidentally taken it in her suitcase, as it belonged to her old college roommate, Claudia. The siamese cat didn't mind it so much, and now the watch was Daisy's, as a keepsake.

He put the watch together with the picture frame.

And it was just thinking about Claudia that another interesting thing appeared. It was an envelope already opened once before, with a small message written by the same cat, along with her address.

Curiosity got the better of him for a moment, almost feeling bad for snooping through her things… But it wasn't as if that wasn't exactly what Daisy had asked him to do. Then, without thinking too much further, he spilled the entire contents of the envelope onto one of his paws.

"What photos are these?" he asked, almost shouting, realizing what it was about.

"What pictures!?" Daisy nearly tripped over the jeans she was pulling off her legs, walking towards him. "Oh, those. They're from college, Claudia sent me a few weeks ago."

"Oh, yes? Why didn't you show me?" He made a point of moving his tail to the ground and smiling, fearing that, otherwise, his curiosity would be mistaken for accusation.

"I was going to, but I forgot."

Taylor wasn't entirely convinced though, he didn't want to dwell on something the other didn't want to talk about. What's more, she crouched down on his side, as if she wanted to see the pictures too.

More cheered up, he turned his attention to the pile he held. The first image was a simple selfie between the two. Claudia showed her sharp canines in a wide smile, hugging Daisy (who was smiling too!!) with the arm that wasn't holding the camera. The two seemed to be sitting on a bed, almost at night.

It was so natural and cute and…real? He hadn't seen pictures like that of Daisy before... In fact, most of the pictures he had of her were taken by himself. It made him more excited for the rest.

Not all of them had Daisy, whether they were part of the college campus or other animals that Taylor didn't know about. One was the theater stage.

"Wow, I look terrible in this one," Daisy commented when he moved on to the next one, which was a group photo. There were a dozen different people there, his eyes going from Daisy to a big gray wolf in the far left corner, dressed in the typical green college coat.

Taylor lowered his ears even more, feeling a mixture of feelings that made his body paralyze for a few seconds.

With his heart starting to race, he realized it was the first time he'd seen Ralph in his life. He was so much friendlier than he'd imagined, his rectangular glasses making his muzzle and smile almost look cute.

He didn't like it, starting to feel weird. Daisy shivered beside him, but said nothing.

She let Taylor to do this job:

"Are you crazy!? Terrible where? This dress shirt did wonders for your body!"

Daisy laughed lightly, returning to the good mood of seconds ago:

"Come on, look at my face there!"

"Extremely adorable! Like... Obviously they took the picture at the moment you would blink, but that doesn't take away from the fact that-"

He was interrupted in mid-sentence when Daisy dragged her body even closer to him until she could lay her cheek against his shoulder. Now she was close enough that her scent was the only thing Taylor could smell, and that motivated him to change the photo.

Most were about her and Claudia, with them visiting somewhere in town or having coffee near campus. Daisy seemed excited to review the moments, despite always finding a flaw for every possible photo. In fairness, Taylor soon understood the insecurity: She would surreptitiously ask for compliments and oh, he was more than ready to give that kind of attention! He commented on her different clothes and hairstyles, as well as her fur appearing shorter than usual. The more she talked about the details, the more he noticed how different Daisy was back then. Even though she looked relatively the same, she had dark circles under her eyes and appeared to be constantly tired. Not that the Daisy of now wasn't too. It was just… different, somehow.

Taylor's heart raced again as he changed photos, his mouth almost agape.

Nothing could have prepared him to suddenly feel so much.

Daisy pulled away from his shoulder as soon as he turned to face her with the biggest smile he could muster, his tail thumping the floor like a drum.

"How many months were you?'

"I think about five..."

"Only that?? But your belly is already huge!"

"Yours would be too if you had four creatures inside you!"

Taylor barely heard the answer, his eyes glued to the photo. The Daisy over there looked kind of uncomfortable, and according to the Daisy next to him who kept talking (you should have been paying more attention, Taylor), it was because it took Claudia a long time to convince her to take that one off. Daisy apparently didn't like pictures very much, but Taylor loved them... even more when they were of his fiancee.

His brain and heart still hadn't calmed down. It was one thing to have the notion that Daisy had been pregnant once. It was quite another to actually see it. The penny was usually slow to sink in for Taylor. He knew things, however, his brain didn't process them as something real. He didn't even fully understand that they're going to get married soon!

So that photo made the pregnancy real.

He felt so excited and passionate, in a way that was even difficult for him to understand and express.

He felt equally sad too.

"I found my new favorite picture." Ignoring that last part, he gave Daisy's cheek a quick lick.

"Are you sure? I would choose the next one if I were you."

At an insanely fast speed, he switched the photo on his paw.

"Oh no..." He whispered, his voice almost breaking from the sudden urge for his eyes to water. Daisy laughed beside him.

"I imagined you'd like this one~"

He might be being dramatic, but Taylor was pretty sure he would actually cry if he said a word. Instead, he continued analyzing every little detail of the image. The Daisy over there was smiling even more tiredly, her ears flat and fur ruffled. It made sense, judging by how she was on a maternity bed.

However, the part he couldn't stop staring at was the four fur balls on her lap. He was so used to seeing the wolves agitated and overgrown that he could barely make them out here. They all still had their eyes closed and fur much darker, with small, flat ears. Gabriel (was that Gabriel? Yes, yes) was yawning, huddled for warmth among his siblings.

"Daisy...." After much effort, it was all that came out of Taylor's mouth.

"That's why it took me a while to show you, I knew you would act like this!" There was no rancor in her voice, quite the contrary. She ran her hand down his back, her smile still plastered to her face.

"You never told me about the day they were born."

"No?"

"No."

Daisy grunted softly, shrugging.

"Errr.... It's not a very nice story, y'know? I think it's for the best if you imagine it any way you want."

Taylor's eyes returned to the photo:

"I'd like to hear it, if you want to tell me.'

"All right... Look, you know how pregnancy between herbivores and carnivores works. It's like any other species, but twice as bad. They were planned to be born in December and.. This photo was taken in September."

"What happened?" Taylor was already worried.

"Briefly? I almost died. They almost died. But everything worked out, so this picture exists."

"Daisy, I didn't... I had no idea..."

"Great! It's not something I like to remember either, you know?" She laughed awkwardly to lighten the moment.

Taylor's throat was dry. That didn't stop him from continuing:

"I don't even know what I would do if I were there!"

Yeah, saying it out loud only made him sadder. Dumb dog!

"You would go from the maternity ward straight to the hospital, that's it! Not to make it worse, but I barely got to see them at first.... Or spend the nights in the maternity ward. They were so small and fragile and.... They had to stay in the incubator for a long time before they gained weight. I remember not being able to sleep well at night, Claudia needed to keep calming me down" Her laugh sounded even faker now, but she relaxed when Taylor wrapped her in a half hug.

What he would say would make him very sad, just like a few seconds ago. He knew it would. But he let the words out anyway:

"I so wish I had met you before" he paused to swallow hard "I would give anything .... everything .... to have seen you pregnant and gone through all this with you."

The hurt look Daisy gave him caught him off guard, as he thought he was saying something nice. He quickly analyzed his own words, realizing the mistake with despair:

"No no! Not because of that! Jeez, Daisy, I don't care 1% that they're not mine... I mean, they're mine! That's what I mean. I wouldn't change that part, I just would.... Oh, I don't know what I'm talking about, sorry!"

Daisy didn't look angry, thankfully. She buried her head in his neck, placing a small kiss on that same region:

"I wish you were there too. Everything would have been so much easier... I thought I liked being alone. I still like it! But it's also good not to be..."

From the tone she spoke, Taylor understood that she had just confessed to something big. Something she now trusted him well enough to know. Nothing seemed fairer than compensating for it by confessing something too:

"These two photos will definitely stay in our room! I loved it so much... But... Would it be selfish to say that they also make me feel bad for not being there?"

"This was not your fault!"

"Yeah, but it frustrates me anyway! Like I said, this has nothing to do with me not being their biological father! It doesn't change anything at all, but I can't stop thinking about how I missed their first two years of life... I wish I had met you when you were pregnant... Or whatever."

"Hey, it doesn't matter! We're together now, aren't we?"

"Yes... Yes, it's stupid, sorry" He turned his head to the side, not wanting her to see the expression that was on his face.

"It's not stupid!" Daisy sighed, pulling away from him. "Don't you think I would rather not have gone through all that shit alone and end up here again? Damn, I... I think I'm taking it out on you... It's not you I'm mad at, okay?

Taylor nodded, sighing at the turn the conversation had taken.

"On second thought, maybe it was for the best that I wasn't there" Then he shrugged, recovering the energy and good mood he didn't even have at the moment. "It's like you said, I don't even know if I could be there without stopping at the hospital. If this picture almost made me cry, imagine that!"

"Oh, you're right," Daisy laughed, giving him a very light punch. "I admit that I cried as well..."

"They were so little, love! Tiny little fur balls! Did you want me to hold you and not feel all the love in the world?"

"You would certainly have worried throughout the pregnancy, thinking it was wrong even when I walked and stuffing myself with blankets. And with the puppies then? You would be those overprotective parents who would be afraid to hold them."

"Don't you think I'm an overprotective father these days?"

"There's nothing that I can think of more, are you kidding!? And they even talk already."

Taylor's cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

This time, the penny dropped fast.

Such would never happen. He and Daisy couldn't have babies on their own.

It doesn't matter.

"All the photos go to my house!" He exclaimed, concluding.

"Okay, I found some clothes, that should be it."

Nodding, he tucked the photos back into the envelope, carrying it under his arm along with the watch and frame.

He was at the door, just waiting for Daisy, when he noticed that she wasn't moving. It was her turn to stop in front of the tank, her attention held by the ants:

"One thing is missing."

"Are Coutney, Clarita and the rest going too?" He couldn't help but wag his tail. "Oh, our relationship is serious-serious!"

Daisy smiled as she reached for something to unscrew the tank from the wall. This time, she didn't even try to deny it:

"It's serious-serious."

#my writing #taylor #daisy

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16woodsequ · 4 months

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Hi! I’ve been following your Steve fics for a while and just wanted to say I really really love everything you’ve written, especially the Alternatively series.

Idk if you give writing advice and sorry if this comes out of the blue, but do you ever struggle comparing yourself to other writers on Ao3? I’ve been posting on and off lately but get so discouraged when I see fics with hundreds of thousands of hits and thousands of kudos and comments. I just don’t feel like I’ll ever compete with that, you know?

Hello! Thank you for your kind words! It always lifts me up to hear things like that :D

I've been thinking about this ask a lot to think of how I handle that feeling. Because it might surprise you considering how many people read my fics, but I also feel discouraged sometimes when fics don't get the engagement I'd love sometimes.

Here's some things I've done to help myself:

First, I added a skin to my AO3 to turn off numbers on fics. This blocks comment numbers, hit counts, kudos, that sort of thing. @ao3commentoftheday has good tutorials for ao3 skins. I made a google docs with the coding for the skins I use if you're interested.

I find hiding the numbers really helps me, because I found I was beginning to focus a lot on the numbers of my fics. These skins block the numbers on your fics and other people's. Doing this helps me not fixate on the numbers and take more happiness in the fics themselves.

When I first changed my ao3 skin I didn't turn it off for several weeks, to wean myself off of it, but now I turn it off on Sundays and give myself the day to enjoy looking at the bookmark numbers and stuff like that, because now it sparks joy more than discouragement, which is the goal.

Second, I try to treasure the good stuff. When creating things I find it very very important to remind yourself of the good things. Our brains are kind of wired to forget the positive reception we've gotten for things and we keep chasing more, which can leave us discouraged.

So find ways to treasure whatever happy things you've gotten from your fics or fandom experience online.

For example, I have a personal discord serve with just me where I save screenshots of amazing comments, touching notes, tags, bookmarks, asks etc that people have left on my fics and posts. This way I can go back and look at them anytime.

I also save my favourite comments in my ao3 inbox instead of deleting them.

And I've also started a scrapbook with my favourite comments so I can hopefully really remember them and imprint them into my brain.

Train yourself to truly appreciate the interactions you get. That's a whole person there! And that's pretty amazing.

Third, often what fandom people are truly looking for is community. That's why we want people to comment on our fics and art because we want to share this amazing idea we had and we want to talk about this thing we love!

So find a community that will listen to you. On tumblr or on discord or with a mutual. Find people who will be excited when you share a headcanon with them or a meme or an in depth analysis of a character.

I find that helps me feel appreciated and excited for what I'm working on and that really really helps.

Fourth, Don't compare your fics to someone's fics that have been posted for a year of more!! This is really easy to do, I do it with my own fics all the time.

But we forget that numbers accumulate over time! Of course your new fic doesn't have as many hits or kudos or whatever as a fic you posted three years ago!

Comparing the two is like getting to the party, putting your cake down and feeling bad because no one's taken a bite, while Brenda's cake, which has been here for two hours is mostly crumbs. These things take time sometimes!

Anyways, I hope this helps. Thanks for the ask!

#asks #advice #writing advice #fanfic advice #ao3

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paperlaurplays · 4 years

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Hey! I'm sorry if this is irritating to ask about, but I remembered that one story you wrote about the twins being reincarnated into humans that I read religiously as a kid. I just wanted to say that I was a huge fan of your writing- and to ask if there would ever be any more updates? No pressure if there won't, I totally understand, I was just curious.

You’d be referring to The Twins: Test of Redemption, a heavily AU and headcanon-based longform fic I started writing on the Terraria Community Forums in April/May of 2016 that I later ported to FF.net and AO3, but never actually finished. And man, I was not expecting anyone to remember it. Between this and actually getting a comment on it on AO3? I’m kind of floored.

(Also, the words ‘as a kid’ just sent me reeling with the sudden reality of the concept of time. Has it really been that long?)

I’m sorry, anon, but you’ve given me an excuse to ramble about it, which I’ve been looking for for a long time.

TL;DR? Thank you so much, I really appreciate it--and to answer your question maybe. I don’t like the writing anymore, so it’d be starting from scratch, but I’ve never stopped thinking about it and writing about it, and there’s still so much I wanted to do and share with it. Journey’s End is coming, which will probably change the game quite a bit--I’ve been considering trying to do a rewrite once that comes out, but I’m not sure I’d be able to finish it.

Massive infodump under the cut, including introspection, concepts, and background info probably nobody cares about.

I appreciate the compliment--and it is a huge compliment. But honestly? I don’t like the writing anymore. There are bits that make me cringe just thinking about them. But the story itself? It’s never really left me, and there’s so much more I wanted to--and still do want to--do with it. Like, it’d still probably be ridiculous. The plot twists aren’t twists, nothing really make sense, and I’m a little stuck with a character whose only reasonable nickname is a massive insult in at least one country (blame re-logic for not thinking through their attempted pun).

But I’ve still been planning it and writing it and thinking about it. I have far too many google docs of oneshots that relate to it. I started writing a crossover when the DD2 event was first introduced. I made an AU of my own AU based around the Calamity Mod (where Draedon and Yharim sort of replaced the Moon Lord, and the Brimstone Elemental was an extremely prominent character--to the point where a friend of mine working on the mod at the time slipped in a reference to the Guide knowing her in a bit of dialogue specifically because of it). Writing more chapters of it was part of my NaNoWriMo 2018. I play two of the characters in an ongoing D&D campaign; Spaz/Sherwin as a human-turned-vampire duelist fighter who makes recurring cameos, and a main character who was originally based on the Guide as a fiend-pact warlock raised by a version of the Clothier, who has grown and developed massively to the point of being unrecognizable (and thankfully has a much kinder patron and a much brighter fate courtesy of the DM).

ToR is a story I started writing in the last few months of my absolutely horrendous time at college, where I was at my lowest (struggling partially due to not knowing I was autistic) and just wanted to make something. It’s the first long project I actually tried to commit to, and I failed at it because I have the mental fortitude and attention span of a drunk goldfish. Despite the fact that I don’t like the writing now, I’m still kind of proud of it, and it’s still close to my heart. I’m glad that it was able to get someone’s attention and maybe make their day a little better, like other fics have done for me.

There was so much more I was going to delve into--The Keeper toeing the line of helping the twins and still trying to stay within their elders’ jurisdiction, handling it with their own bizarre perception of morality and eventually coming to terms with the fact that yes, the Corruption has begun to twist and eat away at them. Spaz working through the unwanted role of being the pair’s resident dumb red oni. Ret trying and utterly failing to deal with his past actions and the people he’s hurt. Alalia’s patriotism over the Hallow leaving her view one-sided, shielding herself from thinking about the things she didn’t say until it was too late. Bailey trying to be the happy, energetic face of the town despite the fact that she’s still hurting. Also disaster lesbian cultists I didn’t even get to introduce yet.

With Journey’s End on the horizon about to shake up the game significantly, I really have been thinking about trying again, though it would have to be a rewrite from scratch with a lot more planning beforehand--and I’m still not sure I’d be able to finish it, because again, what attention span, look, a squirrel. I’m not confident in my ability to commit to and finish something, and I’m still a little embarrassed and nervous about the plot I have and the writing I did. But...it’s still something I want to share, something I want to have exist in more than just my head. I want somebody else to be able to enjoy it, and the world and characters and story that have been close to my heart for so long.

It’s people like you who make me want to go for it.

#Anonymous

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dumbbitchnumberone · 4 years

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3 and 6 for the Fic ask for tvg because I'm super curious :D

3. Which part of The Teenage Vigilante’s Guide to Saving New York (and Making Friends Along the Way) was hardest to write?

Well, that’s gotta be, without a single doubt, the chapter where Tony takes Peter’s suit. There’s a version of that chapter that’s basically entirely different, but I’d really have to dig to find it. For the first 12 chapters of TVG, it’s all in a single word document. Horrifying, right? But the version of chapter 9 that’s in that word document is ass. When I shared it with my beta over google docs, they essentially helped me rewrite the entire chapter because I was having so much trouble with it. In my attempt to not make it too similar to the scene in homecoming where tony takes the suit + a lack of motivation at the time made it completely out of character. However I will say that the first version of that chapter had the same reaction from MJ when she ‘finds out’ about spiderman as is in the final version. And I stand by that because it was so wonderfully similar to how her character actually ended up reacting in Far From Home.

6. Which scenes did you cut, and which were added in The Teenage Vigilante’s Guide to Saving New York (and Making Friends Along the Way)?

Oof let me go look back over some old notes to try and figure all this out. Because there was a LOT that was cut, most of which has been or will be added in as additions to the series.

Okay, first thing I’m finding, more of a change than a cut, was that when Peter found out Matt was blind, it was originally in a bomb-defusing scene where Peter says something along the lines of “just cut the red wire, Matt!” and Matt replies “Oh my God, I’m fucking blind, Peter!”

Also cut out the explanation of Karen’s jars of the various shrapnel/debris Matt and Frank have had removed from their bodies. I can’t remember what other fic I added it to, but I know it’s in one of them. It might be unfortunate misconceptions?? I can’t recall. Also Colleen has a Danny Jar, and Trish has a Jessica Jar. Wade felt left out so he got Weasel to keep a Wade Jar for a while (it was an old bucket that he kept in the back room of the bar) but that was canceled shortly after conception because you can’t put swords and rebar in an ice bucket. Plus, Wade kept sticking his severed limbs in there because “if you think about it, most of that was inside of me and I got it removed”. Sister Margaret’s might not be the cleanest, but even Weasel can’t justify rotting human body parts, even if they are “technically vegan since I give you my consent to eat them if you want” (”fuck no! What if you’re contagious?!”)

There were also so. many. more Matt and Peter training scenes which I just decided not to include because they were a little dull and repetitive and the fic already ended up being 40k more than I originally intended. Might clean up and compile some of those into a oneshot fic for the verse though.

The entirety of unfortunate misconceptions was supposed to be summed up in a chapter or two of TVG, but look were we are now.

Added in you ask? Well, there’s a fair amount of that too, but first we need to talk about my horrible, horrible, truly abysmal planning for this fic.

I started without a title, without an outline, without a plot, and without a goal. I didn’t draw up an outline for the fic until chapter 15. Fifteen. Well over forty thousand words in before I came up with an outline. So if you think about it, what scenes were added in? Every. single. one involving any plot points. But more specifically, these are the ones I recall adding in:

- Peter finding out Matt is blind in the car.

-Everything to do with Peter getting a new suit from Melvin. That was suggested by Wurzel in the comments of chapter 9.

-all the kaomoji

-Peter getting arrested and meeting foggy

That’s all I can think of at the moment!

#ask shit #The Teenage Vigilante's Guide

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