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A Writer’s Ask Game
Send me an ask with the number(s) you’d like me to answer!
The Basics
1. Do you listen to music when you write?
2. Are you a pantser or plotter?
3. Computer or pen and paper?
4. Have you ever been published, or do you want to be published?
5. How much writing do you get done on an average day?
6. Single or multiple POV?
7. Standalone or series?
8. Oldest WIP
9. Current WIP
10. Do you set yourself deadlines?
The Specifics
11. Books and/or authors who influenced you the most
12. Describe your perfect writing space
13. Describe your writing process from idea to polished
14. How do you deal with self-doubts?
15. How do you deal with writer’s block?
16. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied with a project?
17. What writing habits or rituals do you have?
18. If you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you write about?
19. How do you keep yourself motivated?
20. How many WIPs and story ideas do you have?
The Favourites
21. Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write?
22. Who is/are your favourite pairing(s) to write?
23. Favourite author
24. Favourite genre to write and read
25. Favourite part of writing
26. Favourite writing program
27. Favourite line/scene
28. Favourite side character
29. Favourite villain
30. Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet
The Dark
31. Least favourite part of writing
32. Most difficult character to write
33. Have you ever killed a main character?
34. What was the hardest scene you ever had to write?
35. What scene/story are you least looking forward to writing?
The Fun
36. Last sentence you wrote
37. First sentence or your current WIP
38. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had
39. Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had
40. Share some backstory for one of your characters
The Rest of It
41. Any advice for new/beginning/young writers?
42. How do you feel about love triangles?
43. What do you do if/when characters don’t follow the outline?
44. How much research do you do?
45. How much world building do you do?
46. Do you reread your own stories?
47. Best way to procrastinate
48. What’s the most self-insert character/scene you’ve ever written?
49. Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real?
50. [Other question—ask me anything]
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I was thinking:
Vampire who's the whumpee to a fae. The fae gives them food, soaked in blood then drained. But they have to chew the food to get nutrients. 😃 I am now obsessed with fae as much as vampires but omg.
Writing fae is tricky for me, like I don't find them as appealing sensually as a vampire. I find them scarier...But that's so cool they're so intimidating. I live for that.
I also wanted to try my hand at similar expressions of descriptions that you do because it's so cool & I think it could really fit a story like this. anon because I am skurkie-cat, but any advice for that extra pazazz of intimidation? (Darius is so intimidating like that & I love it.)
That sounds super interesting, and I’m very curious… definitely let me know if you ever decide to post the writing :) and I really agree with your perspective on fae! I also find them more intimidating than sensual :3
And I’m glad you like the way I describe stuff… and you think Darius is intimidating <3
I’d say when it comes to intimidation, at least with Darius, I use more of an approach where the character has a lack of empathy, has control over, and is very degrading/humiliating toward others, which I feel are significant traits that can come off as intimidating? Idk…
Unfortunately anon I am extremely terrible at giving advice, and don’t really ever think about how I’m writing when I do it if that makes sense? Stuff kind of just happens XD but I really do wish you luck on your writing, and I believe that you will do great with the intimidation!
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(i Will go back to everlasting haitus if that GFM slows down too much btw, seeing it to its goal ASAP is my primary focus right now)
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If your ocs were water beds, which ones would longingly want to be air beds?
Probably Darius and Nevan. I’d say they do a lot of longing
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to be fair if I was all warm, vulnerable, and a lady was tracing my body I'd be making noises too. that's just me though. {I am repulsed by all forms of touch mostly.}
Honestly yeah you’re right…
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lemme dump my brain
I have this vision of sometime Marshall either during or after being bathed feeling like a limp noodle, skin soft and limbs heavy feeling the horrible feeling of dazed safety—to which Evangeline starts to pet him for the first time. Since he already has a sensitive scalp it’s doubled by the water, so he lets out a small gasp and tries to pull away, but inadvertently gets closer. he’s trying to fight but a pretty lady is murmuring such lovey nothings to him (activating previously set triggers lol) and he’s being touched so delicately he can’t handle it. it ends w her tracing his scars and him making such a pathetic noise to her delight
I doubt he’d fully break after this, since it was mainly due to the bath, but it would be the first step towards it. He’d probably wake up afterwards in a rage lol
Ohhhh my god anon this is so fucking good I’m one hundred million percent taking inspiration from this!!! I need to write more CBTBY so bad!!!!
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god I fuckign love ocs. my characters. my friend's characters. the characters of mutuals ive never spoken to. the characters of artists ive followed and maybe spoken to a little more. the characters of complete strangers I see in passing and think "aw that's cool". if you have ten fans I am one if you have one fan it is me etc etc. I love you
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Adrastus making Darius do flexibility exercises, to help him. But Darius is filthy minded the whole time 🙃 Adrastus getting onto him would be hilarious
THATS SO THEM
Those are the type of times when Darius gets Ad flustered and giggly instead of the other way around
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We burn Darius at dawn. Darius hate club, re read the one where he mauls Nevan's hand. Fuck Darius. My poor whumpeee ahhhhhh, sad.
I’ve been expecting you >:]
This prompted me to go back and reread some of my writing with just Darius and Nevan, including the one you’ve mentioned here, and yeah. You’re right and I’m joining the club
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I just realized that the part when Malak gets sick is the first time Malak says Nevan’s name on record—is this the first time overall or is there another instance of it? I bet Nevan would get so excited if in another instance
Wait you are soooo right about this I can’t believe I didn’t think about it…
So far it is the first instance, but I feel like I’d rather have that not be the first time as I’d like to actually address Nevan’s excitement toward it, so I’ll probably write something soon that will include it :) I have nooo idea what though…
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heads up everybody who uses taglists: tumblr's made a change where you can only tag 5 people per line of text. so if you have a taglist like this:
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the last two people won't be tagged at all! in order to make sure everybody gets a notification, you can do it like this:
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@personsixx @personsevenn
remember to check your taglist after posting, preferably on the mobile app, where the difference between tagged and untagged users will be visually obvious.
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people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333
#Yes yes yes#fuck yes#Giving a big ily to those who have told me they reread WOHEO parts#You guys are too cool for that
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I mention the time I asked for hugs from Dari and he kicked me away to Ad, asking if they could hug me instead and maybe get Dari to give me hugs...?
-Vamp's human bf <3
”Oh, of course, dear.” They wrap you in the biggest, tightest of hugs they can manage, your head resting against their chest. “I’ll force that grumpy old man to hug you a million times if you would like, my sweet. He will just have to deal with it.”
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Evangeline, what made you choose Marshall?
For this ask game
“Hm… let’s see…” Her smile is soft and tender, hands folded neatly in her lap as she ponders. “Well, I just knew he would be a wonderful project to break in, something fun to take my mind off of stressors. Plus, I terribly needed a new little one, and he was such an easy choice. Blows my mind how he came so far as a hunter with such mediocre skills.”
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thinking about unexpected size difference with whumpers and whumpees.
small, petite whumpers with their huge, intimidating whumpees. maybe they're muscular, maybe they're fat, maybe they're both -- either way, they look like they could crush whumpee in between their fingers. and yet here they are, kneeling like a good pet, all decked out in shiny jewels, wearing pretty outfits that show off their hulking bodies.
maybe they're silent in their submission, playing out gruesome fantasies of killing whumper as they let delicate, elegant fingers trace the fresh set of scars on their back. or maybe they're reverent, utterly devoted, vowing to protect this small, fragile thing that causes them so much unimaginable pain.
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The Hunters
WOHEO Masterlist
Takes place directly after this!
cw: referenced character death
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There were two of them.
Two thralls, huddled together in a heap of a tight embrace, sobbing and wailing gut wrenching sounds that mauled her insides with pity. Such horrid noises of sorrow had never before graced her ears, shivering her insides tight. They’d been stuck in such a horrid state for at least an hour.
The group was forced to stand about idly and wait for them to calm from their hysterics, a point drawing near. Everyone’s bellies bubbled with anxiousness, praying they would make it back before dark.
Months she’d been readying for such a moment. Weeks, days, so very many hours of training and preparing her mind and body to hunt disgustingly wretched creatures of the night and save their captives, working for the good of the people.
How could one ever be prepared for this?
“We…” Eli started, studying the two souls with teary eyes. Her guts clenched with dreary sickness, disgust dripping from her tensing chest. “We need to get the bodies out of here.”
“We’ve tried five times already.” Jude stood back with a mix of horrifying disinterest. “We can maybe grab the orange one with the little guy not attacking us again, but the other is in that one’s arms. We’re never getting that away from him.” He pointed to the bigger thrall, the one hunched over who had been the source of the worst of the shrieks. Eli had suppressed the urge to wrap him in the warmest of hugs when she’d failed to calm him earlier.
“They’re… so upset.” Too upset, and she detested it. Seeing them so distraught over monsters who had stolen their lives and minds with no remorse, feeding off of them like leeches. Grinding them down to dust under their shoes and priding themselves on it, forcing them to continue their blind worship even after their long deserved deaths.
“No shit.”
Her nails were digging into the tense flesh of her fist. “I just don’t want to see them like this. I… hate it. Stop… stop acting like this is all okay.” How could everyone act so normal? It sickened her stomach.
“I’m not saying I like it either. I don’t.” Jude’s voice dropped soft for just a moment, expression genuine, which it rarely was. “You know what we have to do.”
She knew. She knew. They’d been arguing about it since before they even arrived. But she wouldn’t.
Gnawing on her lip Eli’s heart inched quicker, beating with increasing anxiousness. “We… need to get them out of here.” Outside she appeared calm and collected like the rest of them, the facade of fine, as if none of such horror had affected her. On the inside her cracks were creaking, nearly on the verge of crumbling.
Jude only chuckled, irritating to her ears. As if none of it affected him. “And where are they gonna go?”
“With… us…” Her heart was pounding out of her chest, filling her ears with a continuous buzz. Eli knew they couldn’t. She knew no one else would allow such an arrangement.
“Eli, you know we’ve got to do it.”
She cut in with trembling authority. “Shut up. This isn’t the time to joke.”
She was plenty aware he was not kidding.
“Eli. Look at them. We have to. It’s procedure.”
“Put the gun away. Now.” She commanded with booming authority, and he backed off, just a smidge, weapon dipping to the floor.
Deeply and through her chest, she took a breath. “Just… let me do something.” Fortunately, he failed to make any attempt to stop her as she began her venture toward the two intertwined men.
Eli stepped over one of the creatures, it’s corpse nearly spreading a grin over her lips. She so terribly wanted to step on it, squash its rotting face in until it no longer resembled a human. Instead she controlled herself, not wanting to put the victims through any more horrors.
“Excuse me.” Eli whispered, voice kept soft and honeyed as she descended to her knees beside one of the men. He was large and loud, in so much unimaginable anguish she would never so much as begin to comprehend. She very well knew that. “May I talk to you? Is that alright?”
He hiccuped and sniveled, mind boggled by despair. He supplied no response. The other one, tangled around his shoulder, gifted the worst and deepest of glares she had ever seen, burning a hole in her face.
“I’m not going to hurt you guys. I won’t touch you one bit if you don’t want me to. I’ll stay right here.” She soothed, the tips of her toes rocking against the floor with a calming grin. “I’m only here to help you, and to keep you safe. Okay? Will you let me do that?”
The louder of the two whimpered, a strangled whine slipping past his quivering lips.
“What do, do you want?” The fiery one spat in return, baring his teeth in offensive desperation.
He sounded so angry, yet so terribly frightened and timid all the same, picking away at her heart strings. “I want to help you. Is that okay?” Eli asked, giving him the most gentle of a tone she could muster.
“You’re lying. Don’t lie.” He insisted, voice cracking and wavering, clutching only tighter around his friend of which who nuzzled deeper into him.
“I promise I’m not.” She carefully held out her hand, pinky finger outstretched. “Pinky promise.”
“Don’t… don’t care.” He growled back, wavering with uneasiness and obviously inching sorrow, tugging his anger to shreds.
“I understand. I wouldn’t trust me either if I was in your situation.”
“Did, did…” With watering, tear pricking eyes he softened to pitiful mush under the weight of his despair. “You hurt master. You did, you did, I know you did.”
“I…” She was going to lie. What else could she do? What could she do? He had to trust her, or unknowingly he would wind up dead. “I never hurt your master. I swear on it. I’m only here to help you.”
“W- why?”
Eli’s calming grin only faltered for a second. “Because I want you two safe and happy.”
His face scrunched up at the flick of a wrist, gloopy tears beginning to fall at fast pace, choking his words and mind. “I, I was happy… with, with Master…”
She nodded. “I know, baby. I know.”
“I want Master! Want Master!” He cried, wiping his face over the shoulder of the other thrall, who in return sobbed into his.
She swallowed, thick and juicy and horridly guilty. “I’ll keep you safe… until your master comes back, okay? Is that alright?” She barely knew what stumbled from her mouth, the only goal to spark something from him. Whether that be an ounce of trust or hope, or whatever could get the two out of such a situation.
His face lit up quick, brightening with such a glimmer of hope she’d never expected. How could she be so terrible? “Master, Master’s coming, coming back? R- really?”
Eli hesitated. “Yeah, s- sure. They’ll come back nice and fine if you just come with us. We’ll keep you plenty safe while they’re gone.”
Thinking it over, her speech digesting and turning the wheels of his brain, he gradually agreed. “Oh… ‘kay… okay… I’m, I’m sorry, thank you… thank you, sir, thank you.”
Good. Good. If this one trusted her, she would have nothing to worry about. If she could just get them to safety, somehow find them some help and a place to stay, they would be fine. She could only hope. “Nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. Everything is just fine.”
He met her gaze with those doe, pleading eyes of his, so eager for the safety and kindness he dearly deserved. She would do her best to provide it. “P- promise? Promise? Please?”
“Pinky promise.”
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I bet Adrastus wakes Malak up w soft murmurs in their own native language as they stroke his eyes, hair, and cheek
Darius simply snaps and Nevan is up
WOHEO Masterlist
cw: hypnosis, pet whump, servant whump
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“Mmmnn…” Malak hummed lightly, the brush of fingers frolicking through his curls stirring him from heavy, weightful sleep. Curling into the embrace of stuffed toys and blankets that scattered his body, his cheek deepened it’s succumb into his cloud soft bed.
His master, with care and delicacy, crawled beside him, hands trailing over the cusps of his plump skin. “Wakey, wakey, love.” They whispered, lips nearly kissing his ear, spreading over with the warmth of their breath.
“Mmmngh… mmm…” he groaned, shifting further to drowsy comfortability, rather than their call of consciousness.
Adrastus giggled, sweet and soft, a song that swept through his open ears. “So silly, you. Sleepy boy. Sleepy, sleepy… alas, we must awaken for the night. A pity, really.” They circled his cheek, touch following to a path down to his belly.
“Nngh…” He flopped over and onto his back, allowing them full range to rub the flesh of his plush stomach. They slithered around him, smile kind and entrancing. Drool beads dribbled from the corners of his upturning lips as he snuggled into them.
“You mustn’t truly get up just yet, baby. Just allow your little mind to unfold from sleep.” They murmured, settling their head atop his own, and nuzzling against his cheek, only eliciting more quiet purrs out from his lips.
For what felt like an eternity they whispered supple, magical mumbles through one ear and out the other, honeydew coos that graced his mind with cotton candy clouds. Malak wished he would never have to get up, and his master would just allow him to simmer in bliss for a lifetime.
Really, they did.
…
Only one single chime of an- his- insistent, ringing bell was needed to stir Nevan’s mind from drooping unconsciousness in that of an instant, ripping him quick out of slumber. Breath hitching, he lifted from the cushion that was his bed, frame swaying with drowsy dizziness as he neatly clasped his palms together. Master, master, master, his mind shrieked, obeying dutifully to the call of the bell.
“Up.” His master commanded, towering below the doorway, an elegantly green robe tied perfectly around his slender waist.
Nevan blinked slowly, adjusting to the world around him. Admittedly he should’ve been immediately up and ready to go, should have been much used to the repetition of their morning routine. “Sure, um, Mas… ter…” he stumbled, wiping at his eyes and yawning with casualty as he shifted to kneeling.
Frown firming, Darius grimaced with tense disapproval. “Again.”
“Yes, Master.” The words rolled right from the thrall’s swift tongue, no hesitancy blocking the way of his speech. Nevan made a beeline to his feet, resuming his expected position.
He couldn’t believe he had been so insolent. So unforgivably and disgustingly disrespectful. Toward his master, no less. Yawning? Sure? His master even had to wake him up himself!
For the rest of morning chores, bouncing about his brain Nevan chastised himself for making such an idiotic mistake. He hoped his master could find it in his heart to grant him undeserved forgiveness, but he knew a punishment would be awaiting him.
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