👽📃 for the fanfic writer asks
aahh thank you for the questions, these are fun!
👽 Strangest fic you ever written?
I'd have to say maybe Coffee and Contemplation, my stranger things x twin peaks crossover fic! It's basically transplanting agent cooper right into the middle of the S4 plot, which is SO fun and strange to have him and grumpy Hopper interact.
📃 Ever written something inspired by someone elses fic?
Yes! oh my god, yes! it's how @1lostsoul0fishbowl and I became friends, because I wrote Dear Donna, after reading her sweet fic signed, sealed, delivered :')))) it's a collection of love letters between chrissy and eddie and it's delightful and fuzzy.
ask me something :)
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{12.11.22}
All my plans changed today, so I figured why not have a late breakfast at my favourite place and read some poetry by one of my favourite authors?
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one from the pov of the dude who's asleep (from my earlier req) song: coffee and contemplation by nic howell
previous moodboard
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A Contemplation on Acceptance
I’m writing a novel and trying to get more perspectives and opinions on my main issue. Feel free to answer because I’d love to hear it.
Here’s the blurb I’d like to all to consider and answer (if you want):
You died today, horrifically and alone, way before your time. It was dark and raining, water was flooding the roads, and you crashed. You died. Yet, here you are standing in the ditch, looking at your body. Your twisted, bloody, and broken body. You know you are dead.
Now you are a ghost, yet you cannot interact with the living world, so you following everyone. Your family, your friends, strangers. You watch them as they identify your body, hear the news of your death. You watch them plan your funeral, talk about who you were, and eventually, you watch them move on.
However you’re still here, you haven’t moved on. You haven’t accepted that you are forever unable to live a life you deserved. You are here, forgotten and alone, unwilling to accept the permanence of your situation.
End of the blurb.
So what I’d like to know is this: why? What keeps your spirit from accepting your death. What deep rooted fears prevent you from moving on? What allows others to accept and move on whilst you yourself cannot? Is it anger? Sadness? A fear of being alone? A fear of being forgotten?
I think I’m going to call this novel “How To Day Goodbye,” because in the end, it is not about the family, but about the spirit learning how to grieve their own loss.
Thank you for your time and answers! I look forward to reading your comments!
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Dear mutuals,
Bonus if your name happens to be Deidre,.. if you know you know,..
How often are you obligated to check in with your homies of the opposite sex before they get cranky? Once a week? Once a day? Twice a day? Morning, noon and night?
Without prior specification what would you consider an acceptable range/frequency before you question #aita?
Discussion welcomed.
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