29 for the fanfic writers asks?
Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?
SWALLOWTAIL. you guys, i re-read the book of five rings so many fucking times for this fic. did i learn ANYTHING from it? i dont know!!!!!!! i know everything about how musashi miyamoto feels about duelling but will i ever use it??? WHO KNOWS
it was my first foray into writing japanese rockets and my first traditional fixit fic and there is a LOT i am proud of here. it was the first battle i wrote without ven!!! i historically hated writing battles when we would write DTE together, they were always a struggle he had to carry me thru. but i kinda did okay!!!! you know what im proud of it!!!!!
hidoide & sonansu are my favourite part of this story! i loved writing for them, especially hidoide because she’s a kintype i rarely get to write for. my favourite bits are her own running internal monologues, lines where i got to shift back into that mindset and write out her thoughts as i remember them--
The poison-type sparks another round up, and she can tell by the ache in all ten of her arms that she’s running on embers, now. There’s an instinct in her head telling her that whatever reserves of poison she has inside are running low on fuel, and she focuses every ounce of her small body into the attack. It doesn’t need to be excessive, or flashy, or prolonged—it simply needs to be brutal, and Hidoide knows brutal like she knows her crown of thorns.
“You’re incredible, Hidoide!” he says, his face glowing with pride, and she steals a dreamy glance at those gemlike eyes, wishing she had enough venom left in her system to turn them foggy and lidded. She shakes the thought away, shooing off the butterfree swarming in her stomach.
The brutal star moves like molasses in her day-to-day, the sprawling tubes on her underside pulling her millimeter by millimeter across the den. She touches every grain of sand as she moves from one end to the other, stopping to steal shy glances at the tsutsukera as they twitter in the treetops. Even as she ducks secretly into the dark of the night to meet with the brats’ pokémon beneath the clear Alolan sky, the urgency you’d expect is not there. Hidoide takes her time in all but two worlds—love, and battle.
I!!! LOVE!!! WRITING!!! HIDOIDE!!!!
swallowtail was SCARY for me, everything about it was SO SCARY but it turned out SO GOOD and i am so happy
