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ao3commentoftheday · 5 years

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For the fanfic ask game! B, F, H, I, please, if you'd like to do it! :)

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

No full plots or anything, but lots of scenes here and there. For example, this scene (about 2/3 of the way down) I wrote where my ship are sharing a bed in a hotel but still just best friends and the guy forgot his pajamas. This happened with a guy friend of mine that I was kinda-sorta-almost-dating. What I said to him was, "Oh just take off your damn pants and get in the stupid bed already." I rephrased it to better suit my heroine :)

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F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Same ship, different fic. This one is fake dating and it's 90% OCs and it's just a zany bunch of hilarity and I love it so much. At a certain point, the couple in question end up making out in a closet. His mum opens the closet door and they fall out at her feet. Oh, and at this point in the story everyone thinks they’re engaged and that the female half of the couple is pregnant with his child (things got complicated XD). This is the ensuing conversation:

Geri looked down at her feet where her son lay prone on top of his... fiance? and blinked slowly. In her ear, she could hear Erik saying something, but she couldn't quite process what it was.

Fitz and Jemma, for their part, looked up at Geri, unable to move.

All three of them remained in a frozen tableau for a moment, their silence interrupted by laughter and cheers from the reception hall.

Then Geri, clearly struggling to keep her tone level, spoke into her phone. "Erik?" she said in a tight voice. "I'm going to have to call you back. Something's come up."

Her movement spurred Fitz to scramble to his feet, and he reached down to pull Jemma up after him. "Mum-" he started, a pleading look in his eyes.

"I don't understand," Geri said slowly. She brought one hand delicately up to her brow as if she were going to cover her eyes and then she slid her fingers down to her temple and started massaging it. "Are you trying to give her twins?"

"That's not how-" Jemma began to gently correct her.

"I know that's not how it works!'" Geri interrupted her shrilly, her hand shooting out in a wide gesture of exasperation.

"I can explain!" Fitz insisted, his eyes wide and his voice trying to calm her. "You see-"

"I swear to bloody God, Leopold Fitz," Geri said, pointing an angry finger at him and raising one delicate brow in challenge. "If you say 'Fallopian tube' I'm disowning you."

First of all, I thought of that twins/not how it works/fallopian tube thing as I was falling asleep and it was still in my brain when I woke up. It made me laugh both times, that’s how I knew I was keeping it. Second of all, I think I did a pretty good job of describing poor Geri’s reactions and movements. Sometimes I do better with things, and this was one time when I thought it worked out :)

H: How would you describe your style?

Depending on the fic? Crack in concept, but not in delivery. Smut full of feels. Romantic fluff with a sense of humour.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Reading: people who have a similar style to my own. I like comedy and it's not always easy to find when your fandom is based on action/drama.

Writing: when I write smut, I equate orgasms with romantic love and being soulmates and even though I know I need to stop because that's not how reality works, I just can't help myself. Their sex with each other is always better than it is with anyone else XD

#asks and answers #thanks!#mordinette

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skeletonwoman · 7 years

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Hi! may I have a male ship from XMEN or MCU? I'm shy, insecure, serious among strangers, something misanthropic. I have body image issues. Some paranoid, protective, loyal/faithful, people say that kind -i doubt that), scatterbrained, dreamer, pretty stubborn, hidden a pretty bad temper (my family is fear to wake me up XD), I talk a lot when subject interest me, then I'm scary. I

You’re like the most relatable anon yet, and your english is perfectly fine and since you put X-Men first, I’m going to do you an X-Men one (I hope that’s chill)

You got Erik!

How You Met: Just because you’re a mutant doesn’t mean you’re instantly on the side of Charles’ peaceful mutant rights campaign.

You are on his side, of course.

“But just because someones a mutant doesn’t mean they believe we can make change without violence.” Charles explains and you nod slowly. “A peaceful protest is like a river, the changes it makes imperceptible until you can see the big picture and compare the past to the present.”

“Old friend, you romanticize us.” A voice pipes up from behind you, smooth and heavy like molten toffee and you feel it on your skin. Charles’ gaze doesn’t leave you and you feel like a mouse under his hawklike notice.

“It’s a simple metaphor, Erik. Nothing could make you romantic.” Charles smiles, looking and sounding utterly pleasant but you can’t help but wonder if that was both a warning and a jab in one.

“You wound me.” Erik grins, coming up beside you and eyeing you from above. “I’m Erik, or Magneto if you prefer.”

Your “Thing”: You wince, your hand waving through the air and removing the metal ladle from the soup pot and dropping it onto the bench beside the stove. Mutations are cool, having animation is a really cool mutation too. Except when you animate something and use it to do something painful, like sit in boiling stock for twenty minutes.

“Up for a duel?” Erik asks, coming down the steps and eyeing the kitchen curiously. “Where are the staff?”

“They went home for the night.” You mumble, avoiding his gaze. You’d been avoiding his gaze since the day you’d met but it hadn’t helped much. He was everywhere, always silent and looking like sin incarnate. “And I can’t play right now, I don’t feel well.”

For a moment, Eriks face seems to fall before he’s coming around the counter and holding his knuckles to your forehead.

“What’re you doing?” You growl, stepping away from him and he grimaces.

“I could ask you the same thing. Why are you on your feet with a fever like that? Sit down.” He orders and you go to complain when his face softens. “Please sit, I’ll do whatever you tell me to do to finish this.”

“Okay.”

“You Guys Are Dating?”:

because this cute

Charles voice thundered among the rafters and you winced, about to duck your face away from the tirade when you spotted Eriks torn expression. He looked lost, unsure how to make things right and just wanting to make you and Charles happy.

“Shut up.” You snap, stepping toward Charles whos shouts fell silent despite the echos. “Just shut up.”

“He is-”

“Who I chose. It’s done and I’m not taking it back. You can’t make us end this and I don’t think you’d like the results if you tried.” You hiss, glaring down the wheelchair bound man. He might be crippled, but he had the presence of a man double his height. “I love you, but you don’t get to decide.”

Having said your piece, you can’t help yourself from stalking from the room. As the door shuts behind you, your breath starts to gasp and you have to pause, catching your hand on the wall before you can walk again. Calm. Be calm.

I hope you liked it!

#ships i have done #ships

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