• how many characters are in your current wip?
• current fave fic?
• share a line from you fic that contains: year, open, flower, or tell :)
• what would your current wip get cancelled on twitter for?
here are the questions about your wips too because i need to know <3
Hi Gi welcome to the rawnsyf q&a section because I am legally banned from working on other stories until this chapter is posted <33
1. Oh gosh uh… 10 so far with speaking roles I think, 17 I believe, including people mentioned who don’t speak? That’s what you get when a work gets that long I guess 😭
2. That I’ve read or written? That’s honestly such a hard one I’ve read so many incredible amazing fics. I am currently in my @aqpippin obsession era and sleeping with strangers actively changed my entire life by being so good, you already know that the as of yet unpublished halldoll hanahaki WILL be on this list as soon as you finish it and let me see it 👀 and then of course I have to include the fic that inspired me to start writing and publishing my own drag race fanfic, no different from anywhere else (lovingly called bodyguard au by me). As for my own fic? I’m very proud of my newest one :) and I have a few things im working on in my brain that I’m excited to get onto paper
3.
Year- “oh my god, what are you, four years old? They’re olives, Anetra. Who hurt you? What kind of person doesn’t like olives?”
Open- Anetra seemed uncomfortable, looking around the room — at the posters in the wall, out the open window, anywhere but Marcia.
Flower- “There’s pepperoni on there, you delicate flower. Just pick off the olives before you eat it and you have your boring pepperoni pizza right there,” Marcia remarked.
Tell- “And for the record, you initiated everything. Every time. I have never pushed you to do anything you didn’t want to do, that you didn’t literally tell me you were sure you wanted to do.”
4. Homophobic main character for sure :)
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One Last Call
Part 2
Hero shivered as chilly rainwater seeped into their suit and drizzled over their fresh cuts, stinging them. They managed to mask their pain; the alternative was letting Supervillain have another thing to taunt them about. Five or six henchmen stood guard around the desolate construction site--they didn't get a proper count during their fight--ever silent and watchful. Supervillain approached the kneeling hero, towering over them more so than usual. They could barely make out Supervillain's sneer between the flickering lamp light and their swollen eye. It would be difficult getting out of this one.
"At last, the mighty Hero is defeated and has been felled by my hand." The criminal snatched a fistful of the hero's black hair, wrenching their head upwards to face them and leaning in close. Hero clenched their jaw and glared at Supervillain with their good eye, receiving a cruel smile in return. "I've fought and killed heroes countless times before, my friend, but you were certainly one of the more challenging ones. And one of the more annoying. I have to say, I am fairly impressed with your tenacity. You put up a good fight. Unfortunately for you, it wasn't enough."
Supervillain released their grip and took a few steps back as though to admire their work. Hero slumped forward, breathing heavily as they tried to collect themself. They were outnumbered and had already lost one fight. Winning a second fight was out of the question, let alone starting one at the moment. Their environment wouldn't be much help. The construction site was still relatively bare, and hitting Supervillain with a two-by-four wasn't the smartest idea. Assuming they could even lift it up and swing it.
"What? No last words? No desperate pleas for your life? Usually there's at least an attempt at bargaining, I'm almost insulted you aren't even trying," they taunted, pacing around Hero. "You seem to be one of the stoic ones. The stoic ones crack when they realize they're going to die. It tends to happen at the last moment, just before I deliver the final blow. Perhaps the reality of the situation still hasn't caught up with you yet. You probably assume I'll spare you or somehow got it into your head help will arrive this time. That somehow, you're different. It will be a shame when you're proven wrong in a few minutes, my friend. For you, of course. It will undoubtedly be entertaining for me."
Supervillain crouched in front of Hero, an unnerving grin spread across their features. Hero held their gaze and remained silent. They wouldn't beg for their life, refusing to give Supervillain that satisfaction. Besides, they weren't ready to die yet. There had to be a way to escape this. Supervillain scoffed with a roll of their eyes as they fished something from their pocket.
"Here." Supervillain shoved a phone in Hero's face. It was a burner, of course. They couldn't have the wrong people tracking them. "You can make your final call. I'll even allow you to dial it yourself."
Hero snatched it from their hand, glaring at them again. Supervillain was notoriously merciful, if it could be considered that. All their victims got one last call. People used to call for help, and quickly learned it didn't matter; they would be dead and Supervillain would be long gone before any arrived. Most people knew their last call was better spent on their loved ones than wasted on an empty hope.
Like most of their colleagues, Hero considered who their final call would be if Supervillain ever got them. The sentimental side of them was tempted to call their parents, their brother, or their closest friend. The stubborn side of them wouldn't allow that, though they weren't left with many people to call. Their teammates and fellow heroes would arrive too late or waste the call panicking. There was one person Hero was certain could help.
It took three rings for Villain to answer.
"Hello?" they greeted cautiously.
"Hey."
"Hero?"
Hero glanced at Supervillain. The criminal smiled pleasantly and gestured for them to continue, as though they weren't planning on slaughtering Hero as soon as the call ended.
"Yeah. I... This isn't easy to say, but I think this will be the last time I speak to you."
There was silence on the other end as Villain pieced it together. They had to piece it together, because Hero didn't know how they would survive without their help. They weren't dead yet, there was still a way they could get out of this. There had to be.
"Does Supervillain have you?" Villain's comforting voice was steady and cautious, devoid of their typical confidence and bravado.
"Yeah," they managed eventually. Villain was silent again, and for a moment, Hero thought they had hung up. The muffled sounds of jangling keys and a slamming door told them a different story. The hero drew a shaky breath, careful not to tip Supervillain off as they considered what to say. They had one shot to get things right, otherwise they would wind up like the rest of Supervillain's victims. They--thankfully--couldn't hear Villain, but Hero wasn't lucky enough to speak so freely.
"There were five or six things I wanted to do around here before I died."
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
Hero hesitated, trying to find the right words. Villain would figure out what they meant. They were smart, they could figure out what the hero was trying to say. They had to figure out what Hero was trying to say.
"I would've liked to walk the city streets more," they finally said. "Maybe actually visit that flower shop I always talk about. You know, the one with the white lilies and red stone facade. It's near that bakery called The Miller or maybe it was Dodds' Northern Mill." More silence followed as Villain tried to decipher their words.
"I know exactly which one you're talking about." Hero smiled lightly; their plan was working. They didn't have a chance to celebrate their small victory as Supervillain cleared their throat and tapped their food impatiently.
"Are we done here?" they drawled coldly. Hero glared at them, ignoring the sweatiness of their palms.
"I have to go," they mumbled, still staring at the criminal.
"It hasn't even been five minutes! You can't speak any longer?"
"No. I'm sorry. I'll...I'll see you around."
"...Alright. Hang in there, Hero. Please. I'll be there soon." Hero held back their smile and hung up, handing the phone back to Supervillain. Villain was on their way. All they had to do was stall until they got there.
"Now wasn't that touching? One last goodbye before your demise, and I even gave you extra time to talk to your friend!" Hero met their eyes, more defiant than ever now that help would arrive soon. Supervillain let out a full laugh, making a show of clutching their stomach and wiping a nonexistent tear from their eye. "Isn't this sad? You still haven't realized you're going to die, have you? Do you really believe you're different than the rest? No matter, at least you'll change your tune in a moment. Now--"
Hero sprung to their feet and let their fist crack against the criminal's cheek. Their muscles protested and wounds stung at the movement, though it didn't slow them down as they sent a well-placed kick to Supervillain's knee.
"You talk too much, Supervillain. Has anyone ever told you that?" Hero didn't let them answer as they buried another fist into their gut. Surprise was on their side, though they wouldn't have the advantage for much longer. All they had to do was hold out until Villain got there. They would make it out. If not moderately unscathed, then at least still alive and breathing.
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I had a bit of difficultly getting this one started because I didn't know whose perspective I wanted to do it from. It was either going to be Hero's or Villain's as I thought each would be interesting. While I struggled with that decision, I reread @kaiwewi's Time After Time snippet and saw how well they pulled off writing the same scene from both perspectives, so I decided to give it a shot. We'll see if I pull it off. The second part to this from Villain's perspective will hopefully be out sometime in the next few days.
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