A Game Grumps Fan Blog Mostly polygrumps and Egobang.
Suzy Stan
Gay for Arin Hanson
I create fanart and write grumpy fanfiction. I'll also reblog other people's art, gif sets and do fic recs when I get the chance! Check out my links for my art, fics, tags, etc.
Most of the writer ask posts I come across are only like ten or so questions long so I thought I’d try to make a longer one because we like talking about our writing! Feel free to reblog!
1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?
2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?
3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.
4) What is your favourite genre to write for?
5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?
6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?
7) When is your preferred time to write?
8) Where do you take your inspiration from?
9) In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote?
10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?
11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?
12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?
13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?
14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx? - You can ask about multiple stories.
15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?
16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx?
17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.
18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?
19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?
20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?
21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?
22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?
23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?
24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?
25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?
26) Which part of your xxx fic was the hardest to write?
27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?
28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?
29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?
30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?
31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec not the answerer)
32) Are any of your characters based on real people?
33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?
34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?
35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?
36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?
37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written?
38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.
39) Do you prefer first, second or third person?
40) Do people know you write fanfiction?
41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?
42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song xxx for xxx.
43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?
44) What is the last line you wrote?
45) What spurs you on during the writing process?
46) I really loved your xxx fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?
47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about?
48) What’s your favourite trope to write?
49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?
50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?
Two numbers! 52 and 53, combine them! I need some angst right now, please!
“I need help” &“I’m not okay.”
Egobang (content warning: mention of suicidal ideation)
It was the couch in Danny's living room when he finally broke down.
He made it through the phone call, and the car ride, and into the house, but once Dan sat across from him and asked, "So, what's wrong? Everything okay?" all serious and caring, Arin finally lost it.
"I'm not okay," Arin choked out, tears already streaming. "I - I'm not okay. I n-need help."
Once he said it, it was like it all came rushing out of him in a wail. He collapsed, chest to his knees, staring down at his feet and heaving; great big sobs that wracked his entire body.
"I - I'm so sad, Dan. I'm j-just so sad." He was having trouble controlling his voice. His breath came in gasps and he felt like he had to shout to be heard. "I'm fucked up.I keep thinking about..."
Arin stopped himself. He couldn't bring himself to say it. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the words to leave his voice. His eyes stung.
The he felt a shift on the couch, and Dan's solid weight next to him.
"It's okay," Dan whispered. He reached out gingerly, and put his hand on Arin's shoulder. "It's okay. I'm here. You're okay."
Arin jerked back up, his eyes opening again.
"I'm not," he insisted, still struggling to control the volume of his voice. He pushed his hair out of his face angrily, but as he thought about how to say what he needed to say, his throat closed up again and his eyes watered.
"I keep thinking about... I'm just not happy. Everything I do is like a chore. I wake up in the morning, and I think, 'Is this it?' I just think... I don't even know what I'm living for."
Arin watched Dan's face for a reaction. He waited for Dan to look scared, to push back or laugh it off or tell him to get over it. But nothing happened. Instead, Dan just nodded, his face expressionless.
"And lately..."
Arin threw his head back and put his hands over his eyes. He couldn't look at Dan for this part. He froze again, trying to find a way to say what he needed to say that wouldn't make it sound like what it was.
"God," he said, laughing at himself. He ran both hands through his hair, head back, his eyes still closed. "I keep trying to find a way to to say that I've been planning how to kill myself without actually saying those words, but let me tell you, it is fucking impossible."
The air in the room went still. Arin was keenly aware of his and Dan's breaths. Finally, excruciatingly, he opened his eyes and looked over at Dan.
Dan just nodded. His face was white. There were tears in his eyes.
When Arin spoke again, his voice was a whisper.
"I'm not fucking okay, Dan. I don't think I have been for a long time."
Dan nodded again, but this time Arin could hear a hitch in his breath as he inhaled to speak.
"Arin, I'm scared," he said finally. His voice was small. "Please don't kill yourself."
He made it to the end of his sentence before the tears started and he wasn't able to say any more. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Arin, gripping his t-shirt in tight little bunches.
"Dan--"
"No," Dan said, cutting him off, pulling away. "Fuck, Arin, I love you to much for that. Tell me you're getting help."
Arin looked at him. Dan's face was red and stained with tears, but there was something else there too. He looked frightened, but determined. Vulnerable but hopeful. Arin felt his chest tighten as he thought about how this was hurting him.
"I need help. I didn't want to tell you," he said. "I didn't want to scare you."
"I'm glad you did," Dan said, almost before Arin finished his sentence. "Fuck, Arin, if you hadn't told me, if you had just... I would have..." But he didn't finish the thought.
"I need help," Arin repeated. His voice cracked. "I'll get help. I don’t want to be alone like that anymore."
Dan just reached out and put his hand on Arin's, squeezing it tight.
"Okay," Dan said into his phone. "Okay. Great! See you then."
Arin watched him from the driver's seat. He could hear the other person on the line. Not enough to hear what they were saying, or even place their gender, but just enough to hear their farewell.
"Did they say 45 minutes?" Arin asked. Dan had pulled the phone away from his face. He wasn't sure if he'd actually hung up yet. Dan smiled and shook his head, apparently amused at Arin's impatience.
"Yeah," the older man answered casually. He tried to stretch out his legs, but it was difficult. He was so tall, and the rental car was cramped. He pulled his arm back and reached around for the lever to lean his seat back. "Looks like we have some time. What do you want to do?"
Arin half laughed and looked out his window. The snow was falling steadily now. It blanketed the road and the countryside, and soon, without their wipers, they would be engulfed as well. A thin layer was already forming over the windshield. It was as though the whole vast world was closing in.
"You were right," Arin conceded, still watching out the window. In the distance, on the other side of the interstate, yellow headlights slowly approached. "About the snow. I don't know why I thought we could make it."
"It's okay man," Dan said. He sounded relaxed. Arin did his best not to look at him. The headlights were passing them now, the light illuminating the snow falling in unending flakes from the sky.
"I should have listened," Arin insisted. "It's your family. Your home state. You know the snow. I'm from fucking Florida and California, what do I know about snow?"
Dan let out snort of laughter, and finally Arin turned to look at him. He was laying back on the reclined seat, arms behind his head, eye closed. Then, as though he sensed Arin's gaze, he opened one eye.
"You're not to blame for the snow, big cat," Dan said in a low voice. He reached his left arm out from under his head and placed it softly on Arin's knee.
"But if I'd listened, we'd be--"
"In a nice hotel room instead of all alone and cold, spun out on the side of a highway in Jersey?" Dan said. His voice bubbled with laughter. "Yeah."
"Are you cold?" Arin asked quietly. He began to stroke Dan's wrist, slowly making his way up his forearm. It was covered in goosebumps. "You're not wearing a jacket."
"A little," Dan responded. His eyes were closed again.
"Let me warm you up," Arin said firmly.. His hand was still stroking, lightly brushing his finger's over Dan's sensitive skin, playing up his arm.
"Arin," Dan warned.
"We still have 40 minutes, right? And then they tow us to your parent's house?"
"Or nearby there, yeah," Dan said. He sounded like he was having trouble focusing. Arin's hand had found its way up his shoulder and was working its way down his torso.
"I don't want you to be cold for 40 minutes," Arin teased. "Your parents would kill me if I brought you back a Dan-cicle."
"I guess so," Dan agreed, sort of absently. It didn't take long for Arin to see what was distracting him. He reached his hand down onto his boyfriend's thigh and squeezed. He let out a little sigh and his hips bucked slightly. Reluctantly, Arin pulled his hand away. Dan let out a little noise of complaint, and Arin laughed, looking to the back seat.
This list contains some of my FAVORITE prompts. I tried to make sure it was balanced, but I’m not sure how well I did on that front lol. These are good for ANY fandom! (Please do not steal/repost the list, thank you <3)
dailybridgerton
turnnoffyourmind
discoholicmusic
kianamaiart
