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twenty questions for fic writers

i got tagged by @irregularcollapse thank you!

How many works do you have on AO3?

currently, I'm at 33 on my main account and another 3 that are under a pseud :)

What’s your total AO3 word count?

166,992 in total!

What fandoms do you write for?

as of right now, i'd say i write for All For The Game, Captive Prince, and Young Royals. i have kind of written a little for Good Omens, but i'm not really counting it bc i'm not sure i'll ever finish it or post it. and i used to write for Yuri!!! On Ice and Hetalia as well, but i don't anymore (and likely never will again).

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

oh man, i was actually kind of surprised about the last two!

the beginnings just another end (Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Yuri!!! On Ice) Victor Nikiforov has friends. He's four time world champion, figure skating god, beloved by most. He's won more medals than he knows what to do with, has more fans than anyone could count, and more money than he could ever possibly spend all of. Only one problem; Victor Nikiforov has no friends. So, he searches for some. And he finds them in a group chat room titled "crazy people talk about figure skating".

(why is there) joy in this poison (Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, All For the Game) Because for as much as Kevin would talk to Andrew about the Ravens, whine about Riko, warn him about Tetsuji, explain to him why he trusted Jean… he had never really mentioned Nathaniel. In a story, once or twice. In passing, perhaps a few times. And Andrew found that he trusted Nathaniel less each and every time he heard the name. Andrew is propositioned at a summer exy banquet, and a deal is proposed.

The Bet (Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, All For the Game) Andrew decides it's finally time to introduce his partner Neil to the Foxes on a summer weekend vacation, but Nicky has a better plan.

running from my heart (Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Yuri!!! On Ice) When Victor arrives the night before the men's short programs at the Grand Prix Final, he's not expecting to run into another skater. Or run into him again. Or again.

Vicchan's Pet Café (Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Yuri!!! On Ice) "It's alright, really. It allowed me to get a closer look at your gorgeous brown eyes." Wow. Wow Victor. Victor Nikiforov, five time Emmy Award winner, actor in countless romances, well-known playboy, just made the most ridiculous pick-up line that could have possibly come from that moment. In which Victor is an actor, Yuuri owns a café, and their dogs just want them to be together.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to, but i am incredibly bad at it :') i always want to reply, even if it's something small like just a "<3" or "thanks!" but i often forget to reply for a long time. or at all.

but i always try my absolute best to reply to comments with questions or any that really touch me in some way

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

in general, i do try not to write angsty endings (although i know i've had some ideas for some, just never written the)

however, that said, swaying as the room burned down is still the worst i've written! it does come with the knowledge that things get better, having been written as a missing scene from yr2 which ends better than the fic leaves off, but the fic itself still ends in a pretty sad place.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

honestly? Where There is Love, There is Life. the entire fic was meant to be pure fluff and sweetness. most of my fics have happy endings (when i actually. ended them.) and i do have some other fics that were meant to just be fluff, but i think this one takes the cake.

Do you get hate on fics?

no, i haven't! i've gotten some... sort of mean-spirited comments or comments that come across that way, but i don't think they were really meant as hate so much as the tone fell flat.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i have not. yet. i have one WIP that will have smut at some point in it, but that's the only one i have planned and i haven't gotten to that point in writing it yet!

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

not really. i think i did, a very long time ago, but i can't remember it at all.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of, and also i sure hope not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i'm really aware of, but i think it'd be cool!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

that's tough. it's probably Andreil, though. just everything about their relationship, from beginning to end of the series, is so so good and they've always meant so much to me as characters.

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

the beginnings just another end. i really wish i could've finished it sooner. it was my first long fic, and it kept the status as my longest fic for years. i still remember how it was meant to end, too. ultimately, if i ever even write YOI again, i think i'd rather rewrite the entire story than just finish it as is. but i really don't think i'll ever complete it.

What are your writing strengths?

Cliffhangers. Dialogue. Humor, at least in my opinion. Ideas galore.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Consistency. i have terrible memory and will often write something in, planning to make use of it later in the story, and then completely forget about it.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

ouhhhh it depends. my opinion on it has changed from when i was younger. i think it can add to the story, like if it's used because the POV character doesn't know the language, but in general i'd prefer not to do it (especially since i'm monolingual rip ;;;)

First fandom you wrote for?

ahhhhhhh Hetalia

Favorite fic you’ve written?

without a doubt, (why is there) joy in this poison. it means so much to me i cannot even begin to explain it. and even aside from that, the story itself is something i LOVE rereading since it was written to my own tastes, and every time i look back in the story to fact-check myself, i end up getting lost in the story again and again. it also makes me feel so good about my writing, it's such a confidence boost and rereading it helps me realize why people actually like my writing!

i'm going to tag @daylightsimon @zee-has-commitment-issues and @spaghett-onaplate for this if you guys want to <3

#tag game #also like. i think somewhere a question was lost bc there are only 19 questions dkhgdg #shhh we will continue saying 20 questions anyway its ok #i cannot believe that tbjae STILL has more kudos than (wit)jitp skvhhrg #then again i guess i started it way back in the height of the yoi fandom and it has been posted for Much Longer #so like fair. i guess. but MAN the difference in QUALITY between those two fics dskhskhg #also being exposed by all of my yoi fics. most of my posted fics are yoi.#literally 24/36 are yoi WOW #ok anyway #i need to try and get some writing done this morning <3 lesgo #shh ac

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cobythinks · 5 years

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Carry On

Guys I made more angst (mostly hurt/comfort tbh) so get ready to be sad and possibly angry. There IS a happy ending! Don’t worry lol.

Summary: A normal night for Roman turns upside-down when an extremely Un-Patton-like Patton turns up at his door. He takes it upon himself to help his friend - no matter what.

Warnings: injuries, mentions of blood, mentions of violence/abuse. Self-deprecation, crying. Some foul language.

Ships: Platonic Royality/Morince. Platonic LAMP. ALL THE PLATONIC. HAHAHAHA.

Anyway, lesgo!

Roman looked up from his sketchbook when a knock echoed through his apartment. He smiled and stood up, tossing his pencil onto the table as he went to answer.

“He- Patton!” he beamed for a split second before he took in the full scene before him. It was, in fact, Patton. But not the Patton Roman was used to seeing. “What happened?” Roman pulled him gently in and closed the door, cupping his bruised face gently in one hand. Patton closed his eyes, stepping forward to lean on Roman’s chest. “Patton?”

“I don't…” Patton shook his head slightly. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay…” Roman’s spirits were falling faster every second he was looking at his friend.

Patton’s face was battered, his glasses were missing, he had a cut lip and a bloody nose that had both scabbed and dried on his face. His arms, without the cat hoodie he’d been so fond of lately, were covered in bruises varying from fresh bright red welts to old yellow rings. Whatever happened tonight, Roman realized with a start, had happened before.

“Oh, Patton…” Roman pulled him close again and gently ran a hand through his hair.

“P-please…” Patton hiccoughed slightly and shook his head.

“Anything, padre.”

“D-don’t tell them I’m here,” Patton whispered. Roman frowned but decided not to ask who Patton was referring to. He’d figure that out once Patton was taken care of and resting. Until then, Roman wasn’t going to focus on anything else.

“Sit down for a moment, alright?” Roman helped Patton sink onto the couch. “I’ll be right back.”

“Kay,” Patton whispered, staring at the wall with a terrifyingly blank expression. Roman hurried to the bathroom and found the first aid kit - thank god Virgil made sure he had a fully stocked one every week - and returned to the living room.

“Is it okay if I clean you up a bit?” Roman asked tentatively, wetting a cloth in the sink a few yards away.

“Sure.” Patton never gave one-word answers to anything, so this only made Roman more concerned. He tried to keep his hands from shaking as he helped Patton clean up, then patched up his split lip.

“Ibuprofen?” Roman offered, shaking a few pellets out into his palm. Patton accepted them, his hands shaking nearly as bad as Romans. He swallowed them dry and had just taken a deep breath when Roman’s phone started ringing.

Roman frowned, turning to the table. Patton suddenly lunged forward to grab his arm, making soft choking noises as he tried to speak.

“Patton…?” Roman turned to him worriedly. Patton just shook his head, face filled with what Roman hated to notice was terror. “What…”

“Don’t.” Patton finally managed to beg him. “Don’t tell them I’m here.”

“Just…” Roman pried himself from Patton’s grip. “Just a second.” He walked to the table and pulled his phone out from a pile of papers. It was Patton’s parents. “It’s your-”

“Don’t!” Patton was near tears now, hands shaking uncontrollably. Roman froze, gaze flicking between his friend and the phone, still ringing. “Please, Roman.”

No. No way. There was no way…

Roman looked at the phone and took a deep breath, declining the call before putting it on silent and tossing it back on the table. When he turned back to Patton, the other was collapsed onto the couch cushions in relief, sobbing.

“Patton…” Roman said next to him and gently played with his hair. “Why…” he stared sadly at the layers of bruises on his arms.

This had been going on… for weeks. Months, maybe. And god, Roman hoped it hadn’t been years. How hadn’t he noticed? Patton was always so happy, cheerful. He was the least violent, least sad person Roman had ever met. Why would this happen to him, why would his own parents do something like this? At least, Roman assumed that was it. Based off of what Patton had managed to tell him, and the fact that they called only minutes after Patton arrived at Roman’s apartment.

Roman thought back, trying to think of a time he could have - should have - noticed Patton was hiding this. The hoodie. Roman nearly felt sick. A year ago, after they graduated, Patton was gifted that cat hoodie for his birthday. A week after, he started wearing it almost constantly. He said he just liked it, that he didn’t mind being too warm, that it made him happy because Logan wasn’t really one for sentimental things and yet gave him a present.

“I’m so sorry.” Roman pressed a gentle kiss to Patton’s forehead, his own eyes filling with tears. “I’m so sorry, Patton. I won’t let them touch you again, I swear.”

It took him just a moment of silence to realize Patton had cried himself to sleep.

Roman jolted awake, then realized he’d fallen asleep next to Patton on the couch. His movement had woken the other, and Patton rubbed his eyes sleepily, not meeting Roman’s eyes.

“Hello?” Someone hammered on the door, revealing why Roman was so suddenly pulled from sleep. Patton jumped, eyes turning to the door wide in fear. They knocked again, and Roman stood up.

“N-no!” Patton stared at him pleadingly. “Roman, it’s…” his voice dropped to a whisper. “It’s them. It had to be. Don’t answer the door.”

“Don’t worry.” Roman soothed softly, glancing at the clock. It was six in the morning.

He felt slightly sick, padding to the door despite Patton’s terrified whispers. Roman peered out the peephole, preparing himself to pretend he wasn’t home when he saw it wasn’t Patton’s parents after all.

“It’s Vee and Logan,” Roman said, relaxing as he turned to look at Patton. Patton’s shoulders fell from where they’d been pulled tightly up near his ears.

“We can hear you, Roman, is Patton there?” Virgil demanded, pounding again.

“Stop that, you’ll break it,” Logan said irritably.

Roman watched Patton, waiting to know if he wanted their friends to join them. Patton stared back for just a moment, while Virgil muttered curses on the other side of the door, before nodding.

“One second.” Roman unlocked the door and took a deep breath before opening it. “What’s up?”

“Patton’s here?” Virgil looked over Roman’s shoulder and sighed in relief. “Thank god. Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

“It’s on silent.” Roman shrugged, letting them in before closing and locking the door again. “Why are you here so early?”

“Why do you think?” Virgil snapped. Roman hated the way Patton winced. He grabbed both Virgil and Logan by the arm and pulled them toward the kitchen half of the living room.

“Calm the hell down, Virgil.” he hissed, glancing warily back to Patton. Virgil frowned.

“Wh-”

“You have no idea what’s going on, do you?”

“Patton’s parents called us last night,” Logan adjusted his glasses. “He ran away, we’ve been helping them look for him.” Roman felt the blood drain from his face, and he was sure both Virgil and Logan saw him go pale. “Roman?”

“Don’t tell them he’s here.” Roman stared into each of their faces for a few seconds. “God, you didn’t tell them he was here did you?”

“No…” Virgil glanced over Roman’s shoulder and his eyes widened. “Patton… what happened to you?”

Roman spun around, putting a gentle arm around Patton’s shoulder as he joined them.

“Patt, do you feel-”

“I’m alright,” Patton said tiredly, rubbing his eyes.

“Oh dear.” Logan seemed to realize what had happened and adjusted his glasses nervously. “Patton… did… did they…”

“I…” Patton stared at the floor before nodding slightly. “Yeah.”

“Holy-” Virgil turned away and punched the fridge. Roman decided not to scold him, as he’d refrained from damaging the drywall this time. “Fuck them, Patton. You don’t need them.”

“Th-they’re my parents!” Patton choked out, close to tears yet again. “I… They… they just want me to be the best I can be, they were just-”

“No.” Logan shook his head. “Patton, they hurt you.”

“But-”

“You don’t have to go back there,” Roman added, hugging Patton a bit tighter. “You’re an adult now, remember?” Patton’s face crumpled and he pressed his head into Romans' shoulder, shaking with sobs.

“Th-the-they… I’m such a di-dis-disappointment…” he choked out, tears soaking Roman’s t-shirt. “I c-can’t get a j-jo-job… I ca-can’t… I can’t d-do any-anything…!”

“That’s not true, Pat,” Virgil whispered softly, rubbing Patton’s back. “You’re amazing.”

“I-I’m n-no-not….” Patton whimpered into Roman’s shoulder. “I-I d-des-deserved…”

“No, you didn’t.” Roman insisted, meeting eyes with Logan, who pursed his lips sadly. “You didn't deserve anything they did to you. You deserve the world, okay? And gosh darn, we’re gonna help you get it.”

“But-”

“You are legally an adult,” Logan said matter of factly. “They can’t do anything if you never return. They cannot file a missing person report without us revealing what they’ve done. They can’t come after you without us protecting you. We can report their abuse, we can file for a restraining order. There is nothing they can do to get you back.”

At his words, Patton all but melted to the floor. Roman and Virgil caught him, holding him gently while he sobbed into Roman’s chest.

“It’ll be alright,” Roman said for what must have been the hundredth time. “I promise.” He’d make it be alright, no matter what.

I might write a second part to this if you guys so desire, so go ahead and comment/reblog or send me an ask and I’ll see what I can do!

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