Zero, actually. I’ve read some of the fics, but I don’t post anything there because (1) I’m not very good at working off of other people’s prompts and (2) I find the kink meme extremely hard to navigate. (Honestly, for something dedicated to kinks, I would expect it to be much easier to search by pairing and by kink or to tell upfront if a story is actually finished.)
Did you think that something posted on the meme sounded like my writing? Or is there some kink you’ve been dying for me to write? ;)
Molossia has a weak spot for the tsundere type. He’s not the only fanboy, but he’s certainly most dedicated to bring 2 tsundere together.
Do not repost on tumblr!
Art from: mina
I like to think that Canada would be in Gryffindor, although he and his beaver combines with Hufflepuff
Ah, thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it :)
The answers are a little long, so I’ve put them below a read more…
2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?
I’d love to create an epic tale of master/servant romance set in the Victorian age with all of the angst of a hidden courtship and forbidden love. That’s like, three tropes right there. But I have a compulsion for getting historical details right and making the dialogue at least somewhat accurate, and that requires way more time and research than I’m ready to spend on that story. Sorry historical romance, I love you too much to botch you up.
13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?
In terms of writing good dialogue, some of the best advice I’ve seen is to spend a day listening to how people speak. Listen to the way we drift off in the middle of sentences and add filler words and repeat ourselves. It’s very tempting to write dialogue in complete sentences, but people rarely speak that way. The other half of the advice is that going too far is also annoying. People use a lot of ums and ers, but you don’t have to be realistic all the time. If we wanted reality, we wouldn’t be reading a story.
Another good piece of advice was to remember that it’s important to be true to your own writing style. Some people are flowery and some people write spartan prose, some love melodrama and others prefer subtle plots, and all are perfectly valid choices.
And, of course, I turn to Grammar Girl for all my grammar advice.
38. Talk about a review that made your day.
Every review makes my day! I love getting Fire-Bear's reviews because she's kind enough to point out my typos for me. I'm not very good at catching my own typos, but I always go back and fix them.
My other favorite type of reviews are from the folks who read the entire story in one sitting. It’s very gratifying to know that my story drew them in enough to spend an hour or so reading it.
- Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.
- Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?
- Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?
- How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?
- Share one of your strengths.
- Share one of your weaknesses.
- Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
- Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
- Which fic has been the hardest to write?
- Which fic has been the easiest to write?
- Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?
- Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?
- What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?
- What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?
- If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?
- If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?
- Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?
- Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?
- Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?
- Describe your perfect writing conditions.
- How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?
- Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).
- If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?
- Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?
- What do you look for in a beta?
- Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?
- How do you feel about collaborations?
- Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.
- If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
- Do you accept prompts?
- Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?
- How do you feel about smut?
- How do you feel about crack?
- What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?
- Would you ever kill off a canon character?
- Which is your favorite site to post fic?
- Talk about your current wips.
- Talk about a review that made your day.
- Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?
- Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).
17th of October, 2014 - Ich liebe dich
Alfred held up his camera phone and grinned. “Hey, Ludwig! Say ‘squirrel’!”
"What are you doing?" the German exchange-student asked as he continued to connect the cables between the laptop and the projector. "We were supposed to start preparing for the event two minutes ago."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But I saw this cool video on youtube!"
"If I say that word, you will start working?"
"Very well. Squ-irr-rell," Ludwig said with a long-suffering sigh.
"Thanks, man!" Alfred giggled and put away his phone. He pressed a few buttons on the laptop and the projector hummed to life. Despite his annoying habits, Alfred remained a key member of the LGBT Club thanks to his technical prowess.
Ludwig glanced down at his watch and nodded at a job well done. “Three minutes left. You should try to say Eichhörnchen.”
"Eich-what-en?" Alfred wrinkled his nose. "Nah, if you’re gonna teach me German, you gotta make it an insult!"
"Hmm." Ludwig rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Say: ‘ich liebe dich’."
"Ich liebe dich," Alfred repeated. "What’s that mean?"
"It means you are dumb."
Alfred grinned. “Great! I can’t wait to use it!”
They both turned to look at the door as it opened. “Ciao! Is the movie ready to go?” Feliciano asked, bouncing into the room with a platter of biscotti.
Ludwig nodded. “Yes. We can start when Arthur arrives with the cookies.”
Alfred made a noise of disgust in the back of his throat when he heard the other student’s name. “Dude! He’s not making them, is he?”
"No, I purchased them from a store," Arthur snapped as he walked into the room carrying two grocery bags. "My culinary arts are wasted on you."
Alfred and Arthur glared at each other. Everyone in school knew about their messy break-up two years ago, but they were too stubborn to quit the one club they still shared. Although they tried to avoid attending the same events, they had both been drawn in by the promise of a movie with cookies.
"Thank you, Feliciano. I’m sure the biscotti will be delicious," Ludwig said stiffly, doing his best to fill the silence.
"It’s my nonna’s recipe," Feli said proudly as he placed a biscotto into Ludwig’s hand.
Alfred and Arthur sat on opposite sides of the classroom, avoiding each other’s gaze as other students filtered into the room. When the time came for the movie to start, Alfred walked to the front of the room and waved at everyone.
"Hey guys, thanks for coming to Milk and Cookies! We’ve got cookies made by Feliciano and this other batch here was definitely purchased at a store and we’ve got the receipts to prove it. Anyway, October is LGBT History Month, so we’re showing a movie about Harold Milk, who was, like, the first gay mayor of San Francisco. Enjoy!"
“Harvey and he wasn’t the mayor,” Arthur corrected.
"If you’re going to introduce the movie, you could at least read the Wikipedia article!"
"Hell no. I didn’t want to read spoilers."
"It’s a movie about real events! They’re not spoilers, they’re history. Honestly, were you surprised in Titanic when the boat sank?"
"We don’t talk about Titanic," Alfred replied in a cold voice.
"Oh, that’s right. You always cry when Jack dies."
"Hey, at least I’m not a cold-hearted bastard."
"Well, at least I’m not an idiot."
"I’m not dumb, ich liebe dich!" Alfred shouted.
"What?" Arthur gaped. Someone in the back of the room snickered.
Alfred grinned smugly. “That’s right. I bet you thought I didn’t know foreign languages. You’re always calling me an idiot, but ich liebe dich.”
"I… I didn’t realize you still felt that way."
"It’s kind of obvious, ain’t it?"
"Ludwig, could you kindly start the movie without us?" Arthur asked as he grabbed Alfred’s arm and pulled him out of the room.
"Wait, where are we going?" Alfred asked, blinking in confusion as Arthur led him to a dark, deserted classroom.
"I didn’t want to have this conversation in public." Arthur took a deep breath and gazed directly into Alfred’s eyes. "I’ve missed you every day since we broke up."
"I thought it wouldn’t hurt so much if I acted like I despised you, and I was so sure that you hated me too."
"Hey, I don’t hate you."
"I know." A smile brightened Arthur’s face, and he kissed Alfred with all of the passion he had spent insulting the other student over the past two years. After a moment of shock, Alfred responded hungrily and eagerly. They gripped each other tightly in the dark classroom, like soldiers reunited with loved ones after a war.
"Wow." Alfred beamed at Arthur, his heart soaring with happiness. Until this moment, he didn’t realize how much he had missed the soft smile that suffused Arthur’s face and the way his lovely green eyes fluttered and half-closed in contentment. "I’m sorry I insulted you in German," he said, a look of chagrin on his face.
The English boy continued to smile and gently card his fingers through Alfred’s soft hair. “When was that?” he asked, his eyebrows taking flight like curious birds.
"Um, just now."
Arthur took a sudden step back and gave Alfred a startled look. “You thought that ‘ich liebe dich’ was an insult?” he demanded.
Alfred bit his lip. “It isn’t?”
"No! It means ‘I love you’."
"Oh…" Alfred couldn’t tell if Arthur was going to yell at him or cry, but all he really wanted was for Arthur to smile again. He grabbed Arthur’s hand before the other boy could storm out of the room. "Wait! I miss you too!"
Arthur arched an eyebrow. “Well, you don’t act like it.”
"I know. I thought that you hated me, so I felt like I had to hate you. But I don’t! I never did, and I’d really like if we could try again," he pleaded earnestly.
The English boy hesitated and each second that passed was like a dagger to Alfred’s heart. Finally, Arthur nodded and stepped closer. “Yes, I think I’d like that.”
"Heck yeah!" Alfred pulled Arthur into a hug and swung him around in a circle.
Arthur swatted him on the shoulder, but he was still smiling when Alfred put him down. “I can’t believe Ludwig convinced you that ‘ich liebe dich’ was an insult. You really are a plonker,” he said fondly.
"I don’t speak Arthur. Are you saying you love me?"
Arthur leaned in for another kiss, and Alfred had his answer.
Dedicated to LGBT History Month and that really cute tumblr post.
I’ve lost the link to it, but the cute tumblr post was about friends asking to learn insults in your language, and teaching them “I love you” instead. Also, here are the videos mentioned in the story:
And Milk is a really good film! Sorry for the spoilers ;)
Gyouninbenjake Megane no Ninbenri Houhen (I’m bad at translations, but does this vaguely mean “How to Make Up His Jacket and Glasses”?)
Google translate didn’t help much for the title, but here’s what it thinks the rest of this means:
Panel 3 (England to bear): My angel!
Panel 5 (England to bear): …America
Panel 6 (America): England! Have you seen Texas and my jacket?
Panel 10 (America behind door): Go to hell!
Final Panel (America to himself): This is why I don’t want to be in love.