5, 6, 11, 12, 13, 18, 19, 22, 24 (if u make moodboards!), 25, 27
IM SORRY I PICKED SO MANY I JUST LIKE PICKING APART FELLOW WRITING BRAINS
sorry this took so long and is probably very uninteresting
5 - What's a fic idea you've had that you will never write - Hoooo boy, i am the queen of fic ideas I'll never write. Lots of angst and fluff. One that my brain has pretty detailed out lately is just an ABO-type AU where NaJeongMoSaHyo are all married to each other living life n stuff. I think it'd be cute, to follow them thru getting together, and then big life events. Ups and downs. Marriage and all that. Eventually they'd have kids, raise em all together. It'd be adorable and wholesome and very slice of life.
6 - Any fics from others you reread all the time? - Hell yeah there are
The First Snowfall by YOU when i want my feelings absolutely wrecked :(
Oh My God They Were Roommates & The Island of Misfit Toys by lildemonlili
This Night Is Sparkling, Dont Let You Go by amperis
To Serve Her by bbygirldahyun
Ready To Be Mine? by Sleephyuns/Ginnumeru
Definitely a few more i couldn't find/ cant remember.
(usual disclaimer because this is not an 18+ blog and im paranoid: please mind the rating on these, theyre all rated T, M, or E on AO3. Do not disrespect a writer by ignoring their rating or warning)
11- Do you have a specific playlist for writing fics? - I actually dont listen to music when i write. Music tends to distract me cuz my brain runs away with it... but i should try that, maybe
12 -Do you have a playlist for your current WIPs? - Nope.
13- How much planning do you do before writing? - Almost none, which is unfortunate for anyone who would like me to update anything in a timely manner. I know a vague direction i want something to go in, or I know certain scenes I want to happen later down the line. I kinda just write to connect a vague story or concept. i almost never have an ending in mind; thats kinda why i favor AUs... theyre stories from a universe, and I can keep sharing stories as I think of them. Unless its a oneshot, or a published fic... then i know the beginning and a vague ending. Coven AU has a ton of lore because I drank a lot of coffee one day and had a notepad. Most lore for any au i have just relies on me going 'oh thats a GOOD idea ill remember that'.... reader, i have severe ADHD that i do not manage in any way. I dont remember that.
18 - What's one of your favorite lines you've written in a fic? - Oh boy. Probably none of them, i dont love my like... writing style? It isn't pretty, just plain. So i suppose its only, ' “You woke me up. And you’re making my bed smell like tequila. Why would I move over for you?” She mumbled, moving over. ' from roommates AU. Because Dubchaeng loves each other.
19 - Small teaser from a WIP - Ok i was gonna be mean and give you one for a very far in the future very angsty roommates fill but i WONT thatd be mean. heres coven au
Jihyo lifted her arms to throw another bolt of electricity, one to end the fight before either of them got hurt. The familiar smell of ozone stung her nose before Tzuyu’s hand landed on her arm, snapping her out of her concentration.
“Don’t. They stopped.”
“Tzuyu, they tried to barbecue us.”
“You tried to hit them first.”
Jihyo grabbed for her as she took a determined step forward, calling out in what must have been the same language they were speaking.
Ever the diplomat, Jihyo thought. Forever offering the olive branch and trying to get herself killed.
She remained ready to summon another strike.
22 - Do you know how your fic will end before you write it - Not usually. Im very bad at endings. If its a fill for an AU i just write until it feels correct to stop/I run out of ideas. The overall AUs i have no clue how theyd end, maybe a vague direction for some. I do know how my one fic is going to end though, if i ever finish it (i 99% will not im so sorry)
24 - share a moodboard from a WIP - I dont do moodboards but that's another good idea i should try
25 - Have you ever made yourself upset with your own writing - Yea, in that I dont like it and get frustrated when my fingers wont just type shit. I dont think ive written anything too sad.
27 - is there a fic you were nervous to post? - I was nervous to share baby SMC au. I thought it was a cute concept but didnt know if anyone else would. Or if they'd find it weird i made SMC so young.
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[coven au]
“Do they normally bloom this fast?” Momo tilted her head, reaching down to lift one of the purple flowers and inspect it.
Dahyun shook her head. She pulled Momo’s oversized cloak tighter around her shoulders and shivered in the wind.
“No. Someone’s been here. Someone like me.”
Momo nodded. She adjusted the large knapsack on her shoulders. “Okay. We’ll be on the lookout. You remember which way from here your friend was?”
Dahyun swallowed. “I-uh…” She took a deep breath. She didn’t want to admit it, especially not when they’d all been so kind as to accompany her safely back to where they’d found her days ago and offer help searching for any hint of Nayeon’s fate.
“That’s okay. Hypothermia takes a lot out of a person. It makes sense that night would be hazy. You were already succumbing to it by the time you stumbled up to here. I’m sure you’d remember otherwise.” Sana quickly said.
“How could you know that?” Dahyun frowned.
“Your knees and palms were scraped up. You’d definitely stumbled and fell a few times.”
“Oh.”
Guilt pooled in her stomach again. She never would have made it back to Nayeon in time to help. She’d have died alone. She'd left Nayeon alone in a dark forest for a potentially worse fate for no reason.
“Did you leave markings on the ground? To help you navigate?” Momo asked.
Dahyun shook her head. “I could normally trace my way back based on plants I identified, as I went along. I don’t think I was in the mindset to realize that wasn’t going to help me.”
“You’re sure you wouldn’t have left anything?” Mina spoke up.
Dahyun nodded. Yes, she was sure, and yes, she knew she was making this impossible.
“Okay… because there’s a tree down there with a cut in it. Man-made.”
All three of them stopped to follow Mina’s gaze. Sure enough, towards the bottom of the hill, there was a slash in one of the trees. Sap leaked around the edges – it was fresh. Dahyun’s eyes widened.
“Do we… Do we think that’s the botanist who finished growing the plant?”
“I don’t see why anyone else would be out this far into the woods in this weather.” Mina said, starting down the hill.
“Great.” Momo followed her. “Let’s go make a friend.”
Dahyun opened her mouth to object, to advise more caution, but no words came out. Sana gave Dahyun a reassuring smile and reached out to link arms with her, gently pulling her towards the other two. They traveled in silence.
For most of the remainder of the morning, Mina led the way further into the forest. Momo walked close behind with a hand on the sword that hung from her belt. It reassured Dahyun; she couldn’t imagine anything in these creepy woods standing a chance against the tall girl, not even the witch whose trail they were on. Momo didn’t seem to like strangers much, and that added to her air of intimidation.
In the few, hazy days since Dahyun had woken up in their tent, she’d mainly tried to keep quiet and occupy as little of their warm home as possible, in and out of sleep. Sana would talk to her regardless, and even Mina would ask how she was doing now and again. Momo was barely in the tent, and when she was she’d be pretty bent on avoiding her gaze. She’d go out looking for food every morning and come back either with nothing or a small, unfortunate animal that she’d already skinned and cooked. As soon as everyone was done eating she’d go back to sleep, and in the afternoon she’d disappear in a second attempt for food.
She always went alone. She always spent hours in the snow, searching for anything to eat, and she was sometimes successful. And, to Dahyun’s amazement, she’d always come back carrying her cloak, bare arms exposed to the elements yet showing no signs of frostbite.
She’d been confused, until she’d peeked out of the tent while Momo tended to the fire one night. The woman was reaching into the embers and turning red-hot logs with her bare hands. Dahyun had gasped, and Momo had only glanced up at her, expressionless.
So Momo was a witch. A fire-summoner.
Dahyun hadn’t ever met someone who could summon fire, and she knew it wasn’t common. She often heard the peasants in the villages around her home claim that fire-starters were troubled and mischievous souls, cursed for their bad deeds, or children of demons , or any number of horrible things. Her mother would remind her that it was just prejudice – the result of poor farmers looking for someone to blame when brush fires destroyed their crops, or candle-fires destroyed their houses.
Regardless, she didn’t intend to piss the girl off and find out how it worked. She didn’t have great memories with fire.
She pulled the cloak around her tighter and jumped as a hand rested on her back.
“All right, Dahyun?” Sana’s sweet voice met her ears. The anxiety twisting in her stomach settled a little. She nodded. Sana threaded her arm through hers, now, pulling Dahyun tight to her as they walked. “You’re so cold. Momo, come here, give Dahyun a big hug.” She giggled.
Dahyun tried not to give away how much she didn’t want that.
Momo answered Sana in another language and she sounded unamused. Sana only rolled her eyes.
“She’s just grumpy because we’re moving further from home. But it just isn’t safe here anymore. I mean, you know firsthand how little food there is, here, and how easy it is to die from the cold.”
Dahyun only nodded in response, mind painting a disturbing image. Sana froze.
“I didn’t mean – I meant, because you had frostbite, not… There’s a chance your friend isn’t dead, I think, we found evidence there are more people – another witch - in the area…”
“It’s okay.” She mumbled.
Sana frowned and intertwined her fingers with Dahyun’s. Dahyun took a deep breath.
“How are you feeling?” Sana abandoned the topic; Dahyun was grateful.
“Better. I have more energy today than I have in a while… The food this morning was more than I’ve eaten at once in a few weeks.”
Again, Sana frowned. Dahyun almost wished the girl didn’t feel so bad for her – half, because she didn’t want her pity, didn’t deserve it, and half because it felt wrong to see a frown on her face.
“Are all three of you witches?” She changed the subject. “Is that why you’re out here?”
Momo looked back over her shoulder and held eye contact for a second; Dahyun shrunk under her gaze.
“Two of us are. Momo can control fire. I can sense emotions.”
“You’re a mind witch?”
“Mhm.”
“Is that why everything feels so calm around you?” Dahyun blushed as soon as she’d realized what she said. Sana giggled.
“Sometimes. I try to keep people calm, when I think they need it.” She squeezed her hand. “Other times, it’s just because I’m a delight to be around.”
Momo snorted, and Mina giggled when Sana kicked some snow at her back. Dahyun felt herself smile.
“And you’re a botanist, right?”
Dahyun nodded. “But – my magic is weak. Always has been. Or I’d help find food… I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, Dahyun-ah, Momo’s the only one that’s good at finding food anyway.”
“Were you just never trained?” Momo’s voice called back, cold and interrogating. “Never around other practicing witches?”
Dahyun blushed. Somehow it was even more embarrassing when the question came from her. “Ah… No, my whole family… They all had plant magic. They were really good at it. They tried training me. I just… I’m not that powerful, I guess.”
Sana squeezed her hand, but Dahyun kept her gaze on the ground.
“It’s alright. I think I know how you feel.” Mina had dropped back to walk on her other side. “My father and brother both had strong magic, but I never did. My mom’s family, too. My mother always thought I’d grow into it… But it never came.”
“Oh.” It didn’t really make her feel better. She tilted her head. “Then why are you out here? I mean, I assumed you all had powers, and were hiding from the King’s forces.”
There was more silence. Momo looked back to meet eyes with Sana, a dangerous look in her eye. Dahyun was suddenly terrified she’d said something wrong, and like clockwork Sana’s hand was on her back, reassuring her.
“Where are you from, Dahyun? The West?” Sana asked, voice still sweet. Momo sighed loudly. She wasn’t happy with the topic change.
“The South province. The western side.”
“You don’t know much about politics, I assume.”
Dahyun swallowed. “I.. I know that the new King sentenced anyone with magic in their blood to death. But outside of that, no, my family lived deep in the woods and paid if the tax man came.”
Mina and Sana met eyes. They seemed to have a silent conversation, and Sana nodded.
“The governor of the eastern province had no children.” Mina explained, now. “But he ruled over the richest – and most powerful – province in the kingdom. Him and my father were good friends, and he saw potential in my brother ever since he was a teenager. He chose Kai to be his successor. But everyone knew that my family was rumored to have magic, including the royal family. When the new king rose to the throne his first order was to have my family executed, so no one partial to witches would control the East. Sana and Momo protected me. The king thinks I’m dead.”
“Oh.” So these were – or had once been – powerful people, she ran into. And now they were prey, sleeping on the forest floor, just like her. She looked up to meet Mina’s eyes, now clouded with tears. “I’m sorry. For your loss. And thank you for telling me.”
Mina only gave her a sad smile. Dahyun hadn’t realized Momo had stopped walking until she collided with her. She stumbled backwards, but Momo grabbed the front of her cloak to stop her from falling.
“If you tell anyone who she is, I’ll burn you alive.”
“Momo!” to Dahyun’s surprise, it was both Sana and soft-spoken Mina that cut her off.
“I w-wouldn’t, I would never –”
“Good.”
“Momo, you can’t just threaten people, look at her, she’s a kid-”
“I- I’m twenty-three-”
“She’s twenty-three, she’s not a kid, she’s only a year younger than Mina and it’s not a good idea to trust someone so immediately when we’re fugitives, she could be lying-”
“I-I’m a fugitive, too, I wouldn’t ever turn you in, I swear, I’m not lying-”
“We know, Sweetie, Momo is just protective.”
“You don’t know who could have loyalties to the king! You see too much good in people.” Loyalties to the king – the thought was nauseating. “And let me remind you, my protectiveness is -”
“The king killed my family too!” Dahyun found her voice again, so loud that there was a heavy pause. The world became blurry with tears. “He killed my family. I have no loyalties to him. I hope he rots. I have no loyalties to him and I’m indebted to you; I would never turn you in.” She said, voice wavering but as firmly as she could manage, holding eye contact with Momo.
Momo studied her for a second, glancing at Sana. Sana nodded.
“I’m sorry about your family.” She said, voice lower than before. “And for the threat.”
“It’s okay.”
“But I meant it.”
“I know.” Dahyun didn’t doubt she’d meet an unpleasant end should anything happen to Mina or Sana.
Momo gave a little nod, releasing her. “Good.”
She turned and kept walking. Dahyun needed a minute to regain composure; she noticed Sana and Mina were waiting for her, so she started after Momo again.
Again, Sana slipped an arm through hers. “She’s not usually like this. She’s so soft, and gentle and loving. She’s got this smile that could light up a city.” Sana whispered it so even Mina couldn’t seem to hear her. A fond smile graced her lips, and Dahyun suddenly felt warmer inside. “Her eyes squish into little crescents, and her laugh is so loud.”
Dahyun only nodded. Sana’s face fell. “She’s just so scared. And she feels like it’s her job to protect us.”
“She’s got good reason to be scared, I think.”
“I know.” She took a deep breath. “But I wish it didn’t weigh so heavily on her. I miss her smile.”
Before Dahyun could figure out to respond to that, the forest around them exploded.
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