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You know how people have started telling their kids “if you get lost go find a goth/punk person” bc (rightfully so) like this wild cultural shift has led to us being seen as safe, trustworthy responsible ppl?
Okay
Well
It got me thinking about punk Steve (again. Of corse) and this being a single dad! Eddie steddie meet cute.
I don’t know what’s funnier. Eddie telling little Max and Dustin that if they get lost they should look for someone who looks like him/his friends, someone goth/punk/metal. Or his kids doing it on their own volition. Bc the housewives with their little strollers always give their dad dirty looks and mean sneers in the grocery store but the people who look like their dad and his friends are always nice to him.
However it goes, one day Steve’s at the super market and he feels a small hand tug on the bottom of his battle jacket and a small voice say “excuse me mister?”
And he looks down and this little pippy long stockings kid is looking up at him with a wobbly lip and tears in her eyes and he’s like instantly on alarm and panicked.
“Hey friend, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Where’s your mom?”
“I got lost and I can’t find my daddy and my brother”
“Hey, that’s okay, we’ll find them together. Insta gonna be okay. What do they look like?”
“Uuuh. My daddy looks like you. But with more hair”. And Steve snorts a laugh because yup, that makes sense. Usually parents tell their kids to stay a million miles away from him at all times. Corse this kid is a punks baby. “What’s your bother look like? He got hair like you? What’s his name?”
“Dustin. He’s got brown hair and a big dumb hat”.
Steve snorts. “Think your funny?”
And the little girl giggles. Cool. Good. Mission accomplished.
“So we’re looking for dad and Dustin. Dustin’s got a big dumb hat and dads wearing a jacket like me, yeah?” And she nods. Cool. Okay that’s easy to find. “And what’s your name?” “I’m max”. “That’s a cool name max. I’m steve”
And so Steve and the little girl make a couple laps around the grocery store calling out for Dustin, and finally, finally, they hear panting and squeaking rubber and “max! Oh my god max! You scared the crap out of me!” And this- oh. This gorgeous metal head is running up to the girl and pulling her into his arms, mumbling a string of “don’t scare me like that again” and “I’m sorry baby I’m so sorry baby” and “I was worried sick”.
Sure enough there’s a little kid, bout the same height as max in a big dumb hat next to him.
Metal head dilf finally puts max down whose now hugging dustin who looks just as distraught at their dad was, and the metal head finally takes Steve in.
A glint catches in his eyes.
“You find this nice man to help you?” He asks. And she nods.
“Oh man, thank you so much I’m so sorry for the trouble” he apologizes. Steve just chuckles. “Hey it’s okay, I’m just glad we found you guys. Was getting worried for a few there. I’m Steve” Eddie takes the hand Steve extended. “I’m Eddie, I swear to god I don’t usually loose my kids” and steve laughs. “Hey, it happens to everyone, don’t sweat it. She’s okay, you’re okay, everything’s alright, yeah?”
“I still feel so horrible for the trouble. Is there anything I can do? Please let me atleats buy you a coffee”
Steve looks at his watch. He wishes he could. “I’ve gotta get to work, im really sorry, im already cutting it close since, you know” “oh, oh my god im so so sorry”
Listen. Listen. Steve’s no saint. And there is clearly a lack of a wedding band on this guys hand and 99% of the time if a kid is at a grocery store it’s with their mom. And some of those patches-
Steve’s gotta try.
“Hey, I really have to jet but um, here’s my number. Make good on that coffee some other time?”
“Yeah, yeah absolutely! Absolutely. Thank you, so much again. You’re a lifesaver Steve” Eddie smiles taking the small paper Steve just wrote his number on. (A cocktail napkin from a gay club in indie he just happened to have in his pocket, a god ordained way of making sure they were both on the same page.
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for @thefreakandthehair and inspired by this. Everyone enjoy some bee keeper!Eddie saving the day so Steve can play some baseball
Eddie picked up beekeeping the way he picked up most things in his life: accidentally and by virtue of following a crumb of serotonin straight down the rabbit hole of obsession. It isn't what he expected to do for a living, and at this point he does have to admit that when it accounted for 91% of his taxable income last year it is what he does for a living, but he likes that he gets to work outside and set his own hours. He likes that the regular customers he has who buy his honey are nice, and likes getting to advise people about things like flavor profiles and what they taste best with, it was the thing he liked best about his position at the dispensary that was now more of a side gig. And then there's his contract with city animal control that gets him called out to parts of the city he didn't even know existed to relocate hives a lot more often than he thought would happen.
It's a good life, and he likes that he's made it himself.
But it's the kind of life that gets him calls from people late at night when trying to finish binging Fallout before the internet can spoil it for him. He has a rule to always answer when Chrissy calls though, he isn't going to miss helping her if it's an emergency.
“I need a favor,” she says before he's even finished answering.
“Anything for you,” he agrees.
“You might regret saying that.”
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Prompt: Protection/Protective (Discord Drabble)
"Steve, I can – "
" – No, I got it!"
"Just let me – "
"No, I – Oh fuck!"
Steve lunges for the bedside drawer, hoping his uncoordinated, flailing gesture will stop the thing from falling to the floor, but it's too late. The drawer tips straight out of its rungs, the hardwood knocking Steve in the hand before it falls and spills the entire contents to the ground.
Spare keys, three-too-many cheery-flavoured chapsticks, baseball cards, a porno mag he had purchased back in Spring and finally, the goddamn condoms that are the cause of all the mess.
He whines and rests his head on Eddie's panting chest and his partner groans back and throws a lazy arm across his face.
This has all been a total disaster – the worst of all of Steve's sexual escapades. Even worse than the time Candy Simmons kicked him in the head and nearly knocked him unconscious when he was in the middle of going down on her on Tommy H's bed.
It didn't help that he and Eddie were already so nervous. So they had already wasted the afternoon fumbling around with neither of them all that sure about what the hell they were doing in the first place – plus they had his own constant back twinges and Eddie's hand-turned-full-arm cramp to contend with.
But after working through and accommodating all that, they were finally ready. Or so they thought before Steve found himself unable to get his big, stupid, sweaty paws on his box of condoms.
"Wait," he says, stretching an arm out to palm around on the floor, "I think I got it."
Steve sticks out his tongue for good measure, deep in concentration as his fingers skim over the spilled items. His eyes go wide and he grins down at Eddie as his hand hits the already-opened box.
"Found 'em," he beams, bolting upright as he holds up a condom wrapper in victory.
Eddie giggles and scrambles to sit up, all eager and giddy again as Steve moves to tear the thing open as quickly as possible.
Only it doesn't tear. The wrapper merely crinkles between his fingers, stretching and fraying.
"Fuck," he mutters through gritted teeth.
Steve swings his legs over the edge of the bed, abandoning his partner to plant his feet on the beige carpet to pick up another.
And the same goddamn thing happens.
He shakes the second wrapper in his hands, wringing it in frustration until Eddie scoots up behind him, snaking his hands around his middle.
And with Eddie's hardness pressing right up against his lower back well... Steve remembers just what they were doing here.
"Let me do it," Eddie offers sweetly, bringing his hands up to join Steve's own as he hooks his chin on his shoulder, "– Oof, that box is looking pretty full down there, Casanova."
"Shut up!" Steve laughs.
"Jesus Christ!" Eddie curses in his ear, struggling with the wrapper with enough force he begins shaking their joined form.
He drops the condom on the ground and brings his hands up to Steve's front, smoothing over his bare chest as they both glare down at a new enemy.
Eddie sighs.
"Let's just get dressed and go to the gas station then."
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Many thoughts, mannnnny thoughts.
source: edgenights on instagram
Proper Motivation
Rating: M
Tags: Established relationship, can be read as gender-swap or trans!Steve, spicy content
Written for the STWG prompt motivation:
"But I don't want to do my exercises. It hurts and it makes me hot and sweaty and not even in a fun way," Eddie whines, draping himself over the treadmill dramatically. "It sucks and I hate it."
This had been a near daily fight since Eddie had gotten out of the hospital. Despite the doctors insistence that the walking would help him regain the strength in his legs, Eddie was having none of it. He would whine and fuss and kick his feet like a toddler having a tantrum. Stevie is at her wit's end. She knew her boyfriend hated exercising but this was getting ridiculous.
"Baby, I know, but you need to do it so you can get your strength back. It's only for six weeks, and if you show improvement, you may not have to anymore," she tries, pitching her voice a little higher. It was like dealing with a child.
Which... maybe that was part of the problem. Maybe she was coming at this from the wrong angle. Time to switch tactics.
"Tell you want..." she purrs, which suddenly makes Eddie sit up straighter from where he was still lamenting on the treadmill. "For every hundred steps you do, I'll take off a piece of clothing. And once I'm naked, if you finish your allotted... I'll let you do whatever you want to me. How's that for motivation?"
"Anything?" Eddie asks eagerly. He gets to his feet and starts fiddling with the buttons on the treadmill.
"Anything we've done or already discussed."
Eddie's face goes a little pink. "Even the thing with your tongue?"
Stevie nods, delighted. "Even the thing with my tongue. Maybe I'll even ride you after, since you'll be so tired from being such a good boy."
Eddie gulps and she can hear the treadmill whir to life. He starts walking , shaky as he is, but now he's got a determined look on his face.
She can't not reward such good behavior. She pulls her t-shirt tight over her chest, her tits and the outline of her nipples practically visible through the thin material. It draws Eddie's attention down and she giggles when his eyes go wide watching her tits bounce. "Just a sneak peek," she teases.
Eddie keeps staring, mindlessly walking and following every single movement of her tits and hips.
She should have done this ages ago. "Keep it up, baby," she coos. Stevie thumbs at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up to reveal the tanned expanse of her stomach and the tiny little panties she's wearing, the one Eddie really likes to take off with his teeth. "Almost there."
Eddie moans, his steps faster, the tent forming in his sweats getting more and more visible.
Stevie just grins.
3, 2, 1, Fight!
Rating: General Audiences
Tags: Meet Ugly, Steve and Dustin are brothers, pre-relationship
Written for the STWG daily drabble prompt: not a meet cute but a meet ugly
This is not at all how Steve pictured his Saturday going. He could be anywhere, instead, he’s standing in a comic book shop, fighting over a toy with another grown man who looks like he’s going to beat Steve over the head with it.
“Let go!” the guy yells, trying to tug the action figure out of Steve’s hands
“No, you let go!” Steve yells back, yanking it back. He has to give the guy props, though. He’s just as relentless as Steve is.
The guy sputters, an attractive shade of pink coloring his cheeks as his curly hair falls in his face. Wait, what? “Fuck off, why are you even here? Don’t you belong in a gym or something?”
Steve scoffs, still yanking. “Does it matter why I’m here? Just let go already!”
Dustin had been asking for this action figure for months now, talking about it and showing Steve newspaper clippings and TV commercials. Steve, being the good big brother he is, promised their mom that he would do his best to get it for him for his upcoming birthday. He’d be damned if he was going to let some punk, albeit a very attractive punk, take it away from him. Why did they only put three out on the shelf anyway?
They play tug of war for another few minutes, until the bewildered clerk, who had been watching their exchange, finally butts in and says, “Uh, I think I might have another one in the back? Can you wait here?”
They both nod, neither of them letting go of the toy. “I wish he would have said that in the first place,” Steve grouses, watching the clerk disappear behind a door. “Why they only put out a couple of copies of a toy I will never understand.”
It’s Hot Guy’s turn to sputter. “Toy? TOY? This, sir, is the limited edition statue of Kas the Betrayer that Wizard of the Coast put out to celebrate the anniversary of his DnD release! Not that you would care about any of that, you troglodyte.”
Steve has no idea what any of that means. “Oh, so that’s why Dustin wanted it. Makes sense now. He loves that guy.”
“Wait, it’s not for you?”
“Uh, no? It’s for my kid brother’s birthday. He loves that Dorks and Dragons game and he ran a Kas… uh… campaign? Last year? It was his first time. Kas is kind of a big deal to him.”
The other guy starts to look a little contemplative, but that’s when the clerk appears with another, much less rankled looking box. Steve immediately lets the one in his hands go and takes that one instead. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”
The clerk shrugs and heads back behind the counter. Meanwhile, Hot Guy tugs his hair in front of his face. “Uh, look. I’m sorry I said such shitty things over a toy. It’s just, Kas is kind of a big deal to me too. You could have just said.”
Steve waves him off. “No worries, I get it. But now we both have one.” He pauses and considers a second. It’s worth a shot. “You could make it up to me over lunch in the food court.”
Hot Guy’s eyes go wide. “Are you serious?”
Okay, wow. “Well, I was, but you can just say no, you don’t have to-“
“No, no, no!” Hot Guy says, waving his arms around, nearly dropping the box he fought so hard for. “No, I’d like that. Eddie,” he says, holding out a hand. That pretty pink flush is back. Steve kind of wants to see how far it goes down.
“Steve. Now let’s go, before any more wayward nerds decide they want to fight us over these.”
Eddie, dork that he is, bows and motions towards the cash register, “By your leave, my prince.”
Steve rolls his eyes. He always did like the nerdy ones.
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| kei | 30s | she/her | introverted mess | self-taught hobby artist |
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I think a really good relationship dynamic is when one partner is an entirely absurd person and the other partner's perpetual thought process is, "I adore you. Why are you like this? I'm going to kiss you at such length and with such fervor that you'll get disoriented and stop being like this for five minutes and I can rest, for fuck's sake."
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AO3 Comments are SO SO SOOOOOOO important because you can only leave Kudos ONCE. You add to the hit count ONCE (every 24 hours).
So whenever someone updates their fic, the ONLY way an author knows who their regular readers are is if they comment on each chapter. And we WANT to know who's still reading.
Believe it or not, some of us think about the name that pops up constantly in the comments and go "omg I can't wait to see what they think of THIS SPECIFIC SCENE cuz I KNOW they'll say something about it!!!"
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Rating: T
Pairing: Steddie
Tags: Angst with A Happy Ending, Steve Harrington needs A Hug, Eddie Munson Gives Him One, Established Relationship
Summary:
The thing is, Steve has become convinced he’s cursed. Not like… Vecna cursed, or anything, just sort of doomed when it comes to love. He loves hard, falls fast, and it seems like no one else can keep up with him. He’s either too intense, or too much, or just isn’t what the other person is looking for. A placeholder. Someone to bide time with until something or someone better comes along. It’s been his fate ever since Nancy dumped him for Jonathon.
He’d thought Eddie was going to be the one, though. Two years they’ve been together and it’s been perfect. Eddie is everything Steve has ever wanted in someone to love; laughter, great sex, honesty, and someone who seems to love being in love as much as he does.
Or, so he thought.
(Or, the one where Steve has All the Feelings and doesn't know what to do about it, but it all works out in the end)
Written for the April Fool's exchange over on the STWG server for the lovely @sunflowerharrington <3
Rating: T
Pairing: Steddie
Tags: Angst with A Happy Ending, Steve Harrington needs A Hug, Eddie Munson Gives Him One, Established Relationship
Summary:
The thing is, Steve has become convinced he’s cursed. Not like… Vecna cursed, or anything, just sort of doomed when it comes to love. He loves hard, falls fast, and it seems like no one else can keep up with him. He’s either too intense, or too much, or just isn’t what the other person is looking for. A placeholder. Someone to bide time with until something or someone better comes along. It’s been his fate ever since Nancy dumped him for Jonathon.
He’d thought Eddie was going to be the one, though. Two years they’ve been together and it’s been perfect. Eddie is everything Steve has ever wanted in someone to love; laughter, great sex, honesty, and someone who seems to love being in love as much as he does.
Or, so he thought.
(Or, the one where Steve has All the Feelings and doesn't know what to do about it, but it all works out in the end)
Written for the April Fool's exchange over on the STWG server for the lovely @sunflowerharrington <3
Screaming in Tune
Rating: T
Pairing: Steddie
Tags: Pre-Steddie, Came back wrong, mentions of Eddie's death, sort of unreliable narrator
Written for the daily drabble challenge over on the STWG: prompt was "Wanderlust"
This was heavily inspired by The Amazing Devil's Farewell Wanderlust which... well. Here it is.
-*-
Steve can feel it growing, inside of him. The itching need under his skin that he can’t figure out how to put a name to it. He just knows it’s tugging him, hooking underneath his navel, and making him long to be somewhere, find something.
He hasn’t said anything. Things are still tense, even weeks after their town split like a cored apple. At night, he can see the red glow against the darkness, and it calls to him. Maybe it’s from the wounds the demobats gave him, or just the poison of the Upside Down that has sunk into his bones. He doesn’t know, tries not to give too much thought to it. But it makes it really hard to concentrate when they’re gathered to plan out what they’re going to, how they’re going to take Vecna out for once and for all.
It gets worse when he lets his mind wander. Thoughts of getting up and walking out underneath the ash-filled skies until his feet crack and bleed are intrusive, constant. He thinks he can hear the whisper of something, a voice that tells him all kinds of things.
Come find me.
I’m here, waiting.
I’m waiting for you.
“Steve?”
He comes back to himself, looking between Nancy’s frown and Robin’s concerned eyes and Dustin’s fearful stare and it makes guilt gnaw at his insides. “Sorry, was lost in thought.
“Thought you got Vecna-ed,” Dustin murmurs, clinging to him. He’s been that way since… since…
Well, Steve can’t really blame him. Just like he’s sure they wouldn’t blame him for the itch in his bones, the need to find whatever is calling him that is slowly starting to consume his every single thought. “Nope, just spacey, you know that. One too many knocks to the head.” He presses his knuckles against Dustin’s temple just to make him laugh, even as he feels it creeping over him again.
Soft, like a lover. Demanding, like a child.
Come find me. Just walk away and come find me. I’m waiting for you.
That night, laying in his bed at home, he tosses and turns against the feeling burning inside his ribcage, making his legs tingle with the need to move. It’s calling again, that aching need inside of him that feels like an impossible siren song.
Steve is helpless to obey. He gets to his feet and starts to follow it, like an invisible trail of breadcrumbs that has been left just for him.
The feeling grows stronger with each step he takes, not sure where it’s going to take him. He follows along and lets the pull guide him, winding him through the trees and away from the town with hellfire creeping up and over the streets like demons trying to escape. It’s probably not too far off, considering what creatures of the Upside Down he’s seen.
His feet take him to Forest Hills and it isn’t until he sees the broken wood of the sign that it dawns on him. The pull is coming from the gate, the pulsing red center that sits where Eddie’s trailer used to be. The others lay like bones in a graveyard, old and dusty and abandoned now that most of the town has fled. Everything is faded black against that bright red spill of light.
He should turn around. He should call someone. He should forget that he even bothered to follow the call in the first place.
So many things he should do, but Steve knows exactly what he’s going to do.
He walks to the edge, right where the jagged edges of the gate has forced their way into this reality. It pulses and brightens when he gets close, like it recognizes him as an old friend. He reaches out, touches it and it feels warm and inviting. It wants him here, has been calling him for so long.
Steve barely has a moment to consider before a pale, black-clawed hand shoots out from the membrane of the gate, locking around his t-shirt and pulling him inside. No time to scream, no time to fight, just yanked through like he weighs nothing at all.
For the first time, he is afraid. Clearly this has been a trap, something lured him here to finish the job that the demobats started. Maybe it’s Vecna, maybe it’s something else.
When he’s through the gate, he falls to his knees, hard against the black dirt of the Upside Down. Everything is bathed in deep red and Steve shivers in the unnatural air. So, so stupid, he tells himself. Now he will die here and no one will know, he’ll never see Robin again and Dustin will be devastated, knowing he lost Steve too, and-
The same, black-clawed hand cups him under the chin, delicately, like he is something precious and worthwhile. Where he was expecting pain, he gets only gentleness. His head is tipped up and Steve forced himself to open his eyes against the soot and must of the Upside Down.
Eddie’s face stares back at him, grinning wide with too many teeth. Leathery black wings unfurl behind him, and the deep, black set of his eyes reminds Steve of the pieces of onyx Dustin showed him from his collection. It’s unnatural, sure, but the look on Eddie’s face is comforting in its familiarity. Steve can still see where the bats devoured him, jagged scars gray against the shock-white of Eddie’s skin. And yet, here he is, not human but not quite a monster either.
“Hey there, big boy. Did you miss me?”
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In the spirit of encouraging people to comment on fanfics while also making it easier to do so, I feel obliged to share a browser extension for ao3 that has quite literally revolutionized the comment game for me.
I present to you: the floating ao3 comment box!
From what I've seen, a big problem for many people is that once you reach the comments at the bottom of a fic, your memory of it miraculously disappears. Anything you wanted to say is stuck ten paragraphs ago, and you barely remember what you thought while reading. This fixes that!
I'll give a little explanation on the features and how it works, but if you want to skip all that, here's the link.
The extension is visible as a small blue box in the upper left corner.
(Side note: The green colouring is not from the extension, that's me.)
If you click on it, you open a comment box window at the bottom of your screen but not at the bottom of the fic. I opened my own fic for demonstrative purposes.
The website also gives explanations on how exactly it functions, but I'll summarize regardless.
- insert selection -> if you highlight a sentence in the fic it will be added in italics to the comment box
- add to comment box -> once you're done writing your comment, you click this button and the entire thing will automatically copied to the ao3 comment box
- delete -> self explanatory
- on mulitchapter fics, you will be given the option to either add the comment to just the current chapter or the entire fic
The best part? You can simply close the window the same way you opened it and your progress will automatically be saved. So you can open it, comment on a paragraph, and then close it and keep reading without having the box in your face.
Comments are what keep writers going, and as both a writer and a reader, I think it's such an easy way of showing support and enthusiasm.
HERE'S THAT BITCH IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR
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Fanfic reader's prayer: may my favorite author's hyperfixation on this fandom last longer than mine 🙏
Fanfic writer's prayer: may my hyperfixation last long enough for me to write all the fics in my head.
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Weird Questions for Writers (because writers are weird)
1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?
2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?
3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?
4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?
5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?
6. What is your darkest fear about writing?
7. What is your deepest joy about writing?
8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?
9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know
10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?
11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?
12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules
13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?
14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?
15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?
16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?
17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.
18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.
19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?
20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch
21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?
22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?
23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.
24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?
25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?
26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?
27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?
28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?
29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?
30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?
31. Write a short love letter to your readers.
32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?
33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?
34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:
35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?
36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice...what do you Know?
37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?
38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?
39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?
40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.