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electricshoebox · 3 years

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writing tag

Tagged by the lovely @adventuresofmeghatron, thank you!

Tagging: @junemermaid, @molliehaswords, @desynchimminent, @valkyriejack, and @mercurymiscellany, if you’d like to do it!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

39. Holy shit.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

533,274 words. Holy shit.

3. What are you top 5 fics by kudos?

How to Share a Bed Without Killing Each Other: a Love Story (Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dorian/Iron Bull, 5 Chapters, Complete) The trials and tribulations of literally sleeping together.

Rivers in the Sand (Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dorian/Iron Bull, Oneshot, Complete) The Hissing Wastes unsettles Bull’s memories, and when he and Dorian are trapped together by a fallen pillar, Dorian helps him deal.

a soft place to land (Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dorian/Iron Bull, Oneshot, Complete) When a letter from his father sets him off, Dorian turns to Bull for a distraction.

Always Good at Bad Ideas (Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dorian/Iron Bull, Oneshot, Complete) Bull gets injured fighting a dragon, which leaves Dorian frantic enough to blurt out the one thing he was trying to keep to himself.

Flashpoint (Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dorian/Iron Bull, Oneshot, Complete) “One time he got so excited he set the curtains on fire.”

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, always! I’ve seen various opinions on whether authors should, but to me, engaging with and getting excited with readers is half the fun and half the point. I also just really want people to know how much it means to me not only that they read, but that they take the time to leave a comment. Comments are hard to write. I completely sympathize with that, sometimes you just don’t know what to say or how to say it, and I absolutely don’t begrudge anyone that doesn’t. It just means a lot to me when people do, even when it’s literally just “This was cool!” or something, and I want them to know that it’s appreciated!

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm. I guess that sort of depends on your definition of angsty. None of them have directly tragic endings, it’s just not in me to write that way, but I have one or two with open or less definitely, obviously happy endings. The rarepair DA2 oneshot I wrote for Merrill/Orana, Counting the Cost, has the most open ending, left completely up to interpretation. The Inception AU DAI fic I wrote for Dorian/Bull, In the Shadow of Dreams, has what I think of as an optimistic ending, and less a happy one. I tried to end that one with more romance, but it just didn’t fit the tone of the rest of the fic, so a quiet ending that signals a road to recovery was what I chose instead.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Most all of my oneshots have pretty happy endings. I guess I’m tempted say A Line in the Sand, my Deacon/MacCready start-from-scratch slow burn novel, just because it goes from antagonists to lovers and has the longest road with the most earned happy ending. I feel like the long struggle to get there makes it feel happier.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not really. Instead I’m sometimes tempted into AUs based on other media, but not full blown crossovers with actual different characters meeting. Even then, I’m really picky in what I enjoy. I’ve only written one, the Inception AU for Dragon Age that I mentioned above. Honestly, it requires no knowledge of Inception at all. I really just stole a bunch of concepts from it and then made my own modernized Thedas around them.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Thankfully no! I’ve received one or two kind of odd comments, but otherwise I’ve been very lucky and everyone’s been really nice.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Hell yeah! I’ve written many kinds, really, whatever I feel like or whatever fits the fic. I’ve done plenty of your typical smut. I branched out into light BDSM with several of my Dorian/Bull fics, as well as waxplay and praise kink. I’ve also done some roleplay in the vein of “established relationship pretending to be strangers meeting at a bar” for Deacon/MacCready with By Any Other Name.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! Two of my Dorian/Bull fics, Wishing Stars and No Patron Saint of Silent Restraint, both by the same lovely person: landanding on AO3. I don’t think I stopped flailing for a solid day when I got the request for permission either time.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not since pre-AO3 days, beyond collaborating in a tabletop setting. I’m not completely opposed to the idea but it would have to be someone I felt really, really comfortable with and with whom I have really good communication. I’m really particular about my writing, and I’d need to know someone’s emotional comfort level with trading and changing and even eliminating ideas.

13. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh god that’s honestly really hard. I’ve written the most for Dorian/Bull and that ship will always have a special place in my heart. But I did write my first full-length novel for Deacon/MacCready, and they’ve already got me in the middle of my second. So they’re the ship that taught me I could do that, and they’re my beloved rarepair. There are a few more I absolutely love, but I think those are my top two right now.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Definitely Uprising. It was the first time I tried longform fic, and it was meant to be an entire retelling of DA2 with Velanna as the Justice-bearing character, rather than Anders, because after learning the developers almost took DA2 in that direction, I couldn’t get it out of my head. I had a lot of plans for it, for how Justice might develop differently, for what it might have looked like if elves had been more of the battleground issue instead of mages vs. templars, for some angsty bittersweet long distance Nathaniel/Velanna and some complicated Fenris/Hawke and Merrill/Orana. But I drifted away from Dragon Age fandom in interest a long time ago, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get the steam back for it. I’m proud of how far I did get, though.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I feel pretty confident with dialogue, I can usually make a scene flow with it pretty well and I spend a lot of time trying to be meticulous about character voice. I’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback on my descriptions, which I appreciate and wouldn’t have considered a strength, but my readers have been kind. I think I’m pretty good at including body language, too, though maybe to a fault.

16. What are you writing weaknesses?

Much as people have been kind on the feedback, I really feel like action scenes are a weakness for me. I don’t enjoy writing them and I struggle a lot to make them feel like they’re flowing over just bulletpointing. I also feel like I struggle to make them exciting. I feel like I struggle with exposition scenes as well, and keeping them interesting over info-dumping.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I’m generally in favor of including them, but with the caution of doing thorough research if it’s not a language I speak. I shy away from it if I can’t be completely sure it’s accurate, because I don’t want to risk putting off a native speaker reader, or saying/doing something offensive. I’d expand that to include anything about another culture, really. For example, I’ve been slowly picking away at writing a Fallout fic for my Sole Survivor Anthony and Preston, and part of what has been slow going is just making sure I’m getting Anthony’s culture right. His parents immigrated from Vietnam, and I want his experiences with them and with his culture to be as accurate and respectful as possible, not falling into any stereotypes but also being allowed to be complicated.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Depends on what we’re measuring. The first fandom I ever wrote fic for of any kind was Sailor Moon. The first fandom I actually put fic on the internet for was Lord of the Rings, on good old fanfiction.net. The first fandom I published on AO3 for was Dragon Age.

19. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

God this is such a hard question to answer, my feelings on my writing change so often. I think it’s hard for A Line in the Sand not to be my favorite for the reasons I’ve already mentioned, it’s my first successful novel-length fic, I accomplished a lot with it and learned a lot from it, and it’s a rarepair I got to kind of develop from scratch in my own way.

But if I look back at my whole repertoire so far, just to branch out from the usual answer, I’d say I’m also really fond of To Have and to Hold, which was the first time I ever participated in a minibang, or really any kind of writing challenge. It’s a Dorian/Bull established relationship fic set during Trespasser, and it’s kind of a meditation on Dorian’s past and present and how they’ve shaped his feelings on love and commitment and marriage, all while he’s trying to decide his future. I’m proud of how it came out, and I think my Dorian voice still holds up okay. Plus I had two incredible artists working with me who put together stunning work for it, and how could I not be super grateful for that?

It’s funny, most of the top ones up there for kudos are ones that I don’t personally think are my best, it’s a lot of my very early offerings for Dorian/Bull that I think I could improve on a lot of if I tackled them now. I’m grateful people like them but I feel like they’re more an accident of timing, being published early in the ship’s popularity.

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alteredphoenix · 5 years

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Untitled WoW/Jak and Daxter one-shot (WIP)(Belf!Jak/Nelf!Keira)

A/N: (Warning: very brief spoilers for the end of the Nya’lotha raid and 8.3 in the preview below, please be advised.)

I’ve never played Jak and Daxter. Growing up, at the height of the console wars, the only games I acquainted myself with were strictly from Nintendo and the PSX (my father was of the mindset that if you had to choose between the Gamecube, the PS2, and the Xbox, you were going stick with the one you got, no ifs, ands, or buts), so I never had the opportunity to try popular games such as Grand Theft Auto until I hit my early twenties.

But I love sci-fi mixed with my fantasy, and I love my elves that aren’t small and cute and are confined to shelves during the Christmas holiday season (and I refuse to believe the J&D cast are humans - not with ears like that) but are tall, lean, and ass-whooping killing machines. I also love WoW (if that isn’t plainly obvious), and J&D had been on my mind at work the past couple days, wondering if we will ever another game that clearly addresses what became of Gol and Maia Acheron 300 years later or a series reboot from Naughty Dog if they ever decide to get off their high horse regarding their stance on the inability to tell mature stories in an over-the-top cartoonish world.

So this is the first thing that came to mind, and I set about plunking away at this before my shift yesterday. There are other ideas I have in mind, but none as thorough as this: a one-shot in which the cast of J&D are reincarnated in Azeroth long after the events of The Lost Frontier. Here Jak is a blood elf and Keira a night elf with loose ties to the Horde and the Alliance, both of whom remember their past lives and meet again upon a chance encounter in Gadgetzan.

Obviously I don’t ship much if at all, but Jak/Keira is canon in-universe (although, from what I’ve seen of the occasional Jak II playthroughs I’ve watched on YouTube, I found Jak to have better chemistry with Ashelin over Keira) and, for this fic at least, I wasn’t about to reconsider given the context.

It feels like a thousand-thousand lifetimes before they realize where they are. What they are, after so much time spent together.

He’s the first to remember. For the man that had previously been Jak of House Mar, it happens long after the Scourge swept through Quel’Thalas, long after Lor’themar is made Regent-Lord and interregnum that is the Council of the Sun is hastily formed, right when the battles that’ll come to comprise the Blood War (“The Fourth War,” High Examiner Tae’thelan Bloodwatcher will remind him and everyone in a twenty yard radius with an indignant sniff) ends with N’Zoth’s demise in the realm of Nya’lotha.

He doesn’t call himself by the name his parents gave him at birth anymore. Even with the return of his memories, he still can’t recall if he ever learned he was truly the Mar of legend or a descendant meant to honor his namesake (for all the fat lot of good it did for him; the thought of Veger and Haven City burns bitter at the back of his throat). Perhaps it’s sheer coincidence, or a stroke of cosmic irony, to be called Marellius and his last name be Clearwater, bringing up memories of the tides that always broke over Sandover Village’s coasts, the ruins of the Precursor facility looming ominously on the horizon.

Marellius—Jak—takes a moment to appraise his coworkers as the morning crew punches out for the day and the second to third shifts are filing into the building, lunches and toolboxes in hand. There’s been a lot more talk than usual: word on the street has been making the rounds that Gallywix has been up to no good at Crapopolis and went on the run, presumably traipsing the world for wherever Sylvanas is currently holing up at. Gazlowe is gone, too, but for another reason: the leadership gathered at Orgrimmar have decided to make him Trade Prince, and they should like to have him present in Stormwind for when they will convene with King Anduin Wrynn and the Alliance to sign the peace treaty signaling the end of the war and the reparations the Horde must pay for the next several years. Steamwheedle and Marin Noggenfogger have the run of operations while he’s away, keeping security tight and inspecting everyone for signs of SI:7 saboteurs seeking to undermine them. Tae’thelan balks at them but doesn’t comment on it, focusing on overseeing that all their supplies are loaded onto the ship and the paperwork transactions have been double-checked for discrepancies and authenticity before handing them over to the quartermaster.

He blinks. They are not Reliquary archaeologists and researchers, but Underground scouts and operatives preparing to slink back into the shadows of Haven’s streets and raise some hell while he and Daxter (sometimes with Sig tagging behind them) take advantage of the chaos and hit up the next point of interest that has Krew’s eyes tinkling or Torn’s barely restrained bloodlust needs to be slaked. Those aren’t crates full of telescopes, shovels, picks, and other utility; they are filled with rifles, pistols, energy cells, vibro blades, scrap metal jacked from Metal Heads and Krimzon Guard junkyards on the edge of South Town. Those are not Tae’thalan Bloodwatcher and Cyrme Brightblade standing out on the docks but Torn and Ashelin, discussing not how to get lost in Gadgetzan’s streets but hitting the bongs, reminiscing about the old days before the world went to shit, and what they would do once Praxis was overthrown and they could rebuild Haven City into an image that would do its name justice.

Why me? Why am I here?

Could it be...I’m the only one that was reborn?

“Hey,” a voice calls. Then, more loudly, “Hey.”

Jak jolts with a start. “What?”

Fingers snap, causing him to look down. Reena Cogscrap stands before him, peering up at him intensely. “I said, are you ready to go? Last call just sounded. Better get on board, ‘less you wanna get left behind and your ass chewed by Belloc.”

“Oh. Alright. Thanks for letting me know.” He bends down to grab the toolbox he had set at his feet and adjusts a strap of his backpack, filled with his coin purse and books to take notes and sketches, that’s slipped over one shoulder.

When he gets back up, Reena is still there. “Come on,” he says, gesturing at the boat.

“That’s not like you, Mar.”

“What isn’t?”

“Staring off into space like that. You don’t do that sorta thing. You’re always moving around.” She shrugs, hands raised with palms up. “Get what I’m saying?”

“Yeah.”

“You worried we won’t make our quota?”

‘Quota’ being ‘how many newly unearthed artifacts can they pawn off to the highest bidder at the auction block before Remy Starminder and his merry band of sticks in the mud kick up another fuss about the philosophical differences of historical value and financial value’. The Big Three Families—the Grimy Goons, the Jade Lotus, and the Kabal—are going to be there, and Jak will be damned if they won’t try to rig the bids against the Cartel to funnel their own operations against each other. That means little to the High Examiner so long as they procure the artifacts that can be salvaged and shipped off to Silvermoon for restoration and – if Rommath can keep Lor’themar and the others distracted long enough – off-plane experiments, in the worst case scenario that the Alliance will break the armistice and plunge Azeroth into a crusade of kaldorei vengeance and human retribution. It also means little to Jak himself; the closest he’s gotten to participating in the war is doing smuggling runs for the Bilgewater Cartel in Ratchet under cover of night, and rarely did he ever have to club an Alliance marine cold before word got out. The paychecks were decent, a helluva lot better than what Krew could bother to give away from the comfort of his greasy paws, and that put food on the table at the meager little cottage on the coast of the Great Sea west of Fairbreeze Village. He needn’t involve himself anymore than that.

Jak shakes his head. “No. It’s not that.”

“Then what?”

He starts walking, molding himself among the crowd of Steamwheedle excavators and Reliquary knights heading for the ramp. “I was just thinking about the past.”

#world of warcraft #battle for azeroth #jak and daxter #jak mar #keira hagai #fanfiction #preview #mywriting

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idristardis · 7 years

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WIP Week - Day 5: Canon-Verse WIP

It’s a little bit of a bending of the “rules” to say this is canon-verse. Technically, there’s nothing saying this isn’t canon, as we don’t know what happened to Merida or anyone else from Dunbroch after she went back there during the Only You episode of OUAT...but we don’t explicitly know anything about that time...so I’m creating canon of my own in the very wide window left by the show.

This is the beginning of Chapter 3 of The Planets Bend Between Us, which is available on my tumblr in the “my fic” tag, and on AO3 by clicking here.

I will finish this fic some day. I swear it.

For now, enjoy this fragment!!

“I think you’re full of shite, Harry.”

The amused voice of one of her brothers – Hamish, Merida thought – brought her up short. She’d snatched a brief bit of time to herself in between the day’s council meetings and dinner and had gone for a walk in the colonnade that edged the castle’s inner garden.

It was one of her favorite places in the castle or grounds – tied with the stables, though both were a close second to the training fields. Normally, it was fairly empty and quiet in the colonnade, which is why she liked it – it gave her someplace to go and sort through her thoughts when taking Angus out or running through practice drills wasn’t an option.

Today, she simply didn’t have enough time for a ride, or to go down and take part in drills, much though she’d like to. She didn’t even have long enough to go down to her ‘thinking rock’ overlooking the training fields. Council sessions had run long and she only had a handful of moments before it was time for the evening meal.

An after that particular council session, I’ve plenty of energy t’burn, she thought to herself.

So. The colonnade it was.

But today of all days, it would seem that she wasn’t alone.

“Pff, you didn’t see ‘em together,” Harris responded, his voice floating clearly to where Merida stood. She couldn’t see either of her brothers, but could guess that they must be around the corner. The spot was blocked from her view, but she could hear their conversation clearly. A momentary pang of guilt set in when she considered her eavesdropping – but then she remembered how often they used to do the same thing to her when they were younger and her remorse fled.

Staying out of sight behind one of the large stone pillars that supported the colonnade’s arches, she waited, with eager curiosity, to hear what her brothers would say next.

“Oh? And what exactly d’you think you saw?” Hamish asked, a note of skepticism coloring his tone.

“Well, he’s been followin’ her everywhere like a lamb followin’ after it’s mother, and makin’ moon eyes at her somethin’ awful. We all know exactly why he’s lingerin’ about the castle – and it isn’t that so-called trade alliance,” Harris answered.

“I still think ye’ve got no proof,” Hamish replied.

“And I think he’s got the look of a man who has a proposal itchin’ t’burst out of ‘im at just about any moment. Mark my words, he’s on the brink of offerin’ fer her hand,” Harris retorted.

“So what if he does?” This from Hubert, who’d remained quiet until that moment.

“Well, I can think o’someone who’d not take too kindly t’that idea,” Harris said.

“Ye mean other than Mer?” Hubert asked, amused.

“Ye know very well who I’m talkin’ about. Ye ken as well as I do that –” Harris started, but Merida would never hear the end of his sentence, as heavy footfalls and a discrete cough sounded from behind her, making it impossible for her to follow the conversation any longer.

She turned, and upon seeing who her visitor was, forced herself to plaster an approximation of a polite smile on her face – though she feared it came across more like a grimace. “Prince Jurgen. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The prince, a tall, thin, sallow-complexioned man with long dark hair and lips that seemed permanently fixed in a slight pout – even when he was smiling, which was disconcerting – bowed formally to her before speaking. “Truly, your highness, the pleasure is all mine.”

Merida made a valiant effort to repress the shudder that raced along her spine, but it was a near thing. Thankfully, the prince seemed not to notice. She tried again. “You flatter me, sir. And you keep me in suspense. What is it that has sent you in search of me?”

Jurgen inclined his head slightly. The movement was meant to be deferential, she was sure, but somehow it came across as obsequious and slightly smarmy instead. “I was hoping I might escort you to the great hall for the evening meal, and perhaps interest you in a walk this evening after it.”

“Ah,” Merida blinked. “Of course.” She regretted the loss of her private stroll around the colonnade, but there was no polite way to refuse him. He offered his arm and she took it, pondering his solicitous behavior as they began to walk towards the hall.

His request for an after-dinner walk was not entirely surprising – in the time that he’d been in Dunbroch, Prince Jurgen had been making a distinct effort to spend time with her outside of the (rather protracted, Merida thought) trade negotiations, and had turned up more than once where she’d not expected him. He’d spent one afternoon lingering in the corner of the great hall, quietly observing her as she dealt with petitions from her subjects. Another time (or two), she’d come across him in the stables either heading out for a ride or returning from one as she’d been spending a precious few minutes of quiet time tending to Angus. He’d also spent a fair few days at the training fields, either watching her archery practice or participating in the larger drills with her men.

And all that was on top of the nightly meal in the great hall where he was treated as an honored guest and seated at the head table with Merida, her mother, the clan lords, and several other members of the royal council. It isn’t unusual, she mused, in all likelihood he’s just tryin’ t’grease the wheels for a better trade deal by ingratiatin’ himself as much as he can.

Still, something about the prince’s near omnipresence over the past few days continued to niggle at her as they walked, and then suddenly, clear as a bell, the fragments of her brothers’ earlier conversation rushed back into her memory. Particularly Harris’ assertions that some unknown “he” had the look of a man who was about to propose, and that said man had been following his intended around like a moony-eyed lamb.

Oh. Oh no.

#ouat #ouat ff #merintosh #wip week #fic: the planets bend between us #my fic #siiiigh #i miss working on this #i've got it all plotted out #it WILL be done #someday

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sortyourlifeoutmate · 7 years

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@glorious74 put up a thing and I thought what better way to spend the ailing hours of my Monday evening then by writing about myself? It's been a slow day.

Fun Basics

Preferred writing type: Short stories. Occasional, fumbling efforts at anything longer. Wait. Did you mean for me or for the people I like to read? What? Nevermind.

Favourite genre(s) to write: Uh, sci-fi I guess? I really don't know. Hey! Pro-tip for success: KNOW YOUR GENRE!

Favourite genre(s) to read: Sci-fi, fantasy, uh, non-fiction. Kinda depends more on style than anything else...

Favourite standalone book(s): Standalone book? You mean, like, a book that had no sequel? Oh, wasn't part of a series, I getcha. Uh. I'd say Dirk Gentley but that got a sequel so that doesn't really count, sadly.

Favourite Book Series: Oh I couldn't possibly say! So many to choose from! What mood am I in? Discworld? Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy? Eisenhorn trilogy? Dresden Files? I CANNOT PICK! Hitchhikers probably influenced me most, though.

Favourite Movie(s): Brazil

Favourite TV show(s): I don't, uh, really watch much television. I tend to drift off and lose interest...Generation Kill was good! And, uh, super-old now.

Other Fandoms You’re interested in: The hell is a fandom? I like stuff, is that what this is? I like lots of stuff. Like, too many stuffs to really list them. Am I involved in talking to any other people who like the same stuff as me? No. Because I'm not a people person. In case you hadn't noticed!

Zodiac sign: Uh, Scorpio? I don't know.

MBTI Type: I've never done one of these tests and so I have no idea. Whichever one is the type of person you (yes, you) would least like to talk to. That's me.

Introvert of Extrovert: Introvert. If I had to pick. I'm mostly just an arsehole.

Favourite Season: Winter. I can wear my coat.

Spirit animal: I don't have a spirit? Or an animal? I'm a husk of a man.

Hobbies/interests other than writing: Watchin' things, playin' things, learnin' about religion and other things, militaria, staring into space and waiting for death. The usual, you know?

Cat person, dog person, or both?: I've only ever owned cats but dogs are lovely and I love to look at 'em

Writing Style Nitty-Gritty

Number/Names of WIPs: Oh, lots! I am forever starting things and not finishing them. Some more started than others! We got, uh, Cold Hard Hugs, Jessica Dresses Like a Dragon, Proper Schooling, Snowblind (my NaNo I need to finish and re-write), the re-write I wanna do of that, uh, other thing I did – Run For It, that was it. Oh Lord, many other things. More short stories than I know what to do with. SO MANY THINGS. And they're all hot garbage.

Favourite Book about writing: Uh. How Not to Write a Novel was funny, but didn't really tell me anything I didn't already know. Ya know?

Planner, panster, or plantser: Plah-nihng? What is this word? It sounds scary to me. For real though, I throw a bunch of ideas onto a blank sheet and write out whichever chunks I had in my head, lose momentum, get bored and go somewhere else. Hmm, can't think why I've never finished anything of any substantial length!

Favorite Outlining method: Shoving things into the windy and neglected corners of my skull and hoping they stay in the correct order.

Types of blogs you followed for reference: What?

Reference topics you would like blog suggestions for: What again?

Types of blogs you followed for inspiration: Inspiration is not something I typically experience. Like excitement. I think that part of me died.

Do you write on a schedule or sporadically?: In much the same way that a constant dribble of water will wear away a rock given enough time, my constant trickle of words here and there will wear away...something, eventually. My life, probably. I write as a reflex, when I'm not wasting time doing something else.

Any creativity rituals that you use: Is it after midnight? Do I have to wake up for work in a few hours? Am I exhausted? Then it is time to be seized by an intense desire to write. That's not really a ritual, actually. More of a cruel joke.

Your writing community

Current writing / creative communities you participate in: 'Participate'. Ahem. I'm not really involved in anything. I'm more like the spectre at the feast more than anything else. A hideous, haunting apparation skirting around the edges, tormented and confused. There was a local writing society in my town but they never got back to me. I doubt I'll hear from them again.

Are you part of any critique groups (local or online)?: Nope.

Would you Like to find online critique partners/groups?: People terrify me, I am a shitty font of useful criticism myself so would feel wrong inflicting myself on anyone and more to the point very few people want to read anything I write. It's all for me, Damien! Wait, what, no. That's the Omen. And it's not even right!

Would you like to be a beta-reader if someone needs one?: I've never had it explained to me why these are called 'betas'. Is the author the alpha? I don't get it. Anyway, I refer you to my previous comments about being shit at feedback.

How long have you been on tumblr: I honestly can't remember.

Would you like to be tagged in any writing games / questionnaries?: I won't be.

How do you feel about being messaged and / or tagged to discuss writing?: Again, I won't be. Spectre at the feast, remember? WoOoOoOoOoO!

Are you following #365k365dat or #spontaneouswriteblr?: I'm gonna go...no. Not heard of them.

Your Online Community Info

NanoWriMo Community Name (if applicable): Krazmaz

Wattpad Community Name (if applicable): JJMarmite

Fanfiction.net or AO3 community Name (if applicable): Of Questionable Veracity

DeviantArt Community Name (if applicable): Ha ha ha! Noooooo.

Patreon Community Name (if applicable): Who in their right mind would ever pay me?!

I'd tag people but I don't really have anyone I can tag. Apart from @phormaldehyde I guess? @behind-the-sun If you want?

I've made enough noise as it is.

#writblr

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