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5watt-litebulb reblogged your photo “chad-buskin: Andrew Hussie once almost burned down his own house with a cigarette! Okay, probably it was his brother...”
#... how did you find this kind of thing?
By being a creep and googling the names of Hussie's family members to see what I could dig up.
are you alright with people drawing hs character based on your pick? (you'll be credited of course!)
I am absolutely okay with such an endeavor!!!
You should share with me your creation when you are finished.
5watt-litebulb replied to your photoset “@5watt-litebulb ;3c welcome….2 the club…”
I got curious and watch it online, boy am I bewitched by that show :D
yesssss aaah! it’s great. i got my best friend WAY into it after just one ep, and i’m still trying to convince the other one........
is it okay to do the rest of janeweek sometime later next week? i have technical issues.... u_u
yeah that should be fine! we’ll be continuing to reblog janeweek posts after janeweek has ended, dont worry :)
5watt-litebulb replied to your post “I know you have a map of The Empire, but do you have a map of The...”
i still dont know why halitus is taken by void instead of breath, is there any story behind it? (or did i missed it)
from chapter 13:
"Where does Void reside?" Dirk asked.
"Halitus. It prefers to stay somewhere with no humans.”
basically void is reclusive and wanted to live away from the mainland and the rest of the spirits
and after everyone on halitus died it became an even better place to live
1, 20, and 25 please? ^^
1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?: yeah. I’m holding off on a lot of stories actually. I don’t have a beta reader or another critical eye to examine my more ambitious or experimental style or ideas so I don’t write a lot of my ideas because I have no one to bounce them off of. All my writing is a shot in the dark and sometimes I feel like I need someone to light up my gun before I shoot it yknow?
20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?: it depends. If the idea is something that immediately pops into my head and I know I’ll lose the idea and execution I want I’ll write it all in one long spurt and then edit, but if it’s an idea I’ve previously written down I write in little spurts whenever I think I’ve got a particularly good idea.
25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of: from something unpublished and untitled just because I like the concept.
“The worst thing, Delta thought, about being a walking diving suit, was that he couldn’t feel the suit. He knew the suit was there, it was his exoskeleton, his silhouette. The gloves on his hands were thick and strong, and all the metal ought to weigh down on his shoulders but it didn’t, and it was a constant reminder to Delta that he wasn’t human anymore. Not that he remembered what it was like to be human, he occasionally doubted he ever was.”
Thank you for the questions! You’re always just the sweetest with asking me things.
for fanfic writers ask thingy! 8, 11, 46, and 47?
omg thank you for the questions!
8: what time are you most productive? - like 9pm to 4am honestly, most of my best writing is done at like 1am. Like Just a Game, the weird psychosis and post-game Roxy one is probably one of my favs and I wrote it at like 1am.
11: do you listen to music when writing? - literally all the time. I’ll pick an artist or a playlist I think fits the mood of the story and I’ll listen to that. I never write without music.
46: share a scene of a story that you haven’t published yet - I’ll post a little snippet of a cliche Dirkhal coffee shop au under a read more because it’s something I’ll prolly never finish or post but who doesn’t love a little goofiness and cliches in their fanfiction.
47: how many unfinished ideas/stories are you working on at the same time? - OH MY GOD SO MANY! An exact count for right now is 27 drafted fic starters. I have so many ideas all the time.
Under the cut: Dirkhal coffee shop AU.
The first time he comes in you already know you hate him, he looks impeccably like you, sharing the same white-blond hair, you think he may be taller and your eye twitches for it. However he’s obviously got a reason for the hair, you dye your hair after all, he appears to have albinism given his skin’s as light as it is. The minute he steps in you see him look at you behind the counter and that shit eating smirk grates on your nerves something awful. He lets an old woman cut in line in front of him and you know it’s so he’ll get to order from you.
“How can I help you?” You say passively, not giving him the satisfaction of aggression.
“I’d like a caramel brûlée mocha peppermint latte with 3 shots of espresso.” You blink at him, then raise your eyebrows confrontationally.
“That doesn’t exist.” His smirk that makes it evident that he knows.
“It’s listed on your board.”
“As three different drinks.”
“You can’t combine them, get creative.” You’re not going to do that to Latula, the cool, or rad as she would say, drink-maker. Instead on the cup you just write ‘caramel brûlée + espresso’. You smile wide enough he’ll know you didn’t do what he wanted. You scrawl your signature on the cup so he won’t be able to read it.
“Name?”
“Hal.” You purposely misspell his name ‘hell’ on his cup, he tips you extra for it.
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The second time he walks in like he knows you’ll be there, and Roxy comments on the glare you give him, even through your shades.
“You know this guy Distri?” You shake your head. You’d usually tell her she shouldn’t be behind the counter because she doesn’t work here, but you’re too busy boring holes into this jackwad’s head.
“Can I help you?” You ask, deadpan and cold when he reaches the counter, leaning his elbows on it and bending to smirk at you annoyingly. You don’t give him the satisfaction of smiling a shit-eating grin back at him.
“I’d like a peppermint McDouble.”
“Seems you’re delusional as to where you are.”
“Mocha with a shot of special sauce.”
“Do I look like a Mcdonalds employee?”
“You glare like one, I thought Starbucks was supposed to be hospitable.”
“Can I help you?” You say, harsh and deadpan.
“I’ll take a coconut, croissant cappuccino.”
“Eat shit.”
“Just a caramel frappe then.” You sign his cup, writing his order and he looks far too smug.
“Name?”
“I’m insulted you don’t remember, I’m Hal.” You write ‘Cal’ on his cup and resist the urge to flick him off as he saunters away.
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The third time you’re not prepared, it’s near closing time and you’re aggressively mopping at a spilled smoothie behind the counter as the culprit (Latula) takes inventory. You’re disgusted with the feeling of the floor and grumble to yourself until you hear someone behind you at the counter say,
“I’d like to order from the secret menu.” You recognize the voice and you groan inwardly, before straightening yourself up and turning to face him. There stands Hal in all of his pale, smarmy glory.
“The secret menu?”
“I believe the password is count chocula today.”
“I’m sorry sir, you seem to be completely delusional once again.” He raises an eyebrow.
“That’s not the password today, damn I thought I was right.”
“There is no secret menu, can’t you just order something without heckling me?”
“You don’t have a secret menu?” He feigns surprise.
“No.”
“Then explain this.” He slaps a piece of paper on the table, on it, scrawled in pencil, are bubble letters brightly proclaiming 'Starbucks Secret Menu’ with a cartoon coffee cup saying 'shhhhh’ next to them. You’re astonished at the effort and irony of it, you’re almost impressed. The fake menu has such items as 'human organs’, 'Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron’, and 'pool noodles’. At least he has good taste in movies. You gawp at the paper, unknowing of what to say, his grin is shit-eating. In the bottom right corner is what you presume is his cellphone number and a note that says 'by the way, it’s Hal.’ accompanied by a winky face.
You tell him it’s closing time and that you can’t serve him or take his order, and he leaves his shitty secret menu and walks out, mouthing 'call me’ at you before he closes the door.
-
God knows why you called him. The secret menu had sat crumpled up your bedside table for days, three you think, and one night you just, picked up your phone and punched in the number that he had left.
You got his voicemail.
“Fuck right the hell off,” you say into the answer machine, and carelessly tack on, “Call me back.”
is dirkweek's thursday (shipping day) only limited to red and pale? what about pitch and ashen? thanks before :)
Nope, it’s not limited. You can do which ever you want. I think the only reason why we only listed red and pale was because we were thinking ‘Happy Dirk’!
But go ahead! We’d love to see pitch and ashen! :y
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