#answer: maybeishouldwait

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Stargaze

Stargaze - Celebrity crush?

I don’t tend to crush too hard on real people (gimme my fictional boys and girls 😂), but I’ve always had a soft spot for Tom Hiddleston, especially in Crimson Peak.

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Choose: you get to marry Credo but he loses all his powers and is just an average guy, or one unbelievably hot 48 hours with Credo where you fulfill all your darkest Credo Angelo thirst.

..........this is EVIL, I have honest to god been stewing over this all morning. Even when I was answering that ask about my writing process, I kept glancing up at this like it’s a blurry ghost right on the edge of my periphery oh my god I HATE this

I want both

Why can’t I have both

God fucjfg

I guess I’ll take the former. Because then I get to keep him, and he’ll look after me and cook for me and somethingsomething big tiddies. But I want you to understand that this was an incredibly begrudging decision, I basically look like this right now

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22, 23, 24

Ahhh thank you Beth...! 💖🙏

22. Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?

I used to, but I’ve fallen into this weird hole where I just... sort of cringe at everything I’ve written. It’s really bizarre, because I’ll like it fine right up to the final read through before I post any given piece, but the second I hit post, I just can’t really bring myself to look at it again. I probably shouldn’t say “cringe”, since that sorta implies that I hate what I put out, but it’s more an anxious sorta feeling? I can’t really explain it, but I think it stems from being unable to separate the editing process from the “it’s done and I can enjoy this now” process? Like if I come across one flaw, one typo I didn’t catch, or something I could have worded better, I just... hhhghghh I just have to close the window because “oh no I put something like that out????”

I used to say that chapter 7 of Medley was my magnum opus, and it’s my personal fave thing I’ve ever written, but the thought of revisiting that now sort of just fills me with dread. 😬

..I’m so sorry, that’s probably not really the answer you were expecting to hear skjdf

23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

Oof now this one.... this dates back all the way to chapter 4 of Medley, so maybe around August or so last year. What I touched on in that chapter sparked an idea that I admit I still haven’t really added or given much additional thought to. But as y’all know, I am a huge Dark Souls and Bloodborne fan, and a really fascinating facet of Dark Souls lore is that humanity isn’t a concept, so much as a tangible object. A person’a soul, and a person’s humanity are two completely separate things - Humanity has no bearing on what defines a person, and doesn’t weigh in on any individual’s morality in any way. It’s just a dark, heavy mass that exists in every person, and even if you lose your humanity, it’s really not even that big a deal, you just end up looking like a slab of walking beef jerky. 🤣 Humanity in Dark Souls is the result of the titular Dark Soul being split and split and split and split into tiny fragments, and that’s how humans came to be in that world. The main thing I wanted to touch on for this story was how different the concept of Humanity is in Dark Souls versus how it defines the Sparda boys, and how it gives them strength and makes them good and powerful and wholesome and have heart, especially because coming into contact with Humanity in Dark Souls actually hurts your character. So for once, it wouldn’t be humanity that saves the day, it’s something more than that.

Though looking at my notes for this fic, what I said just now, and what I actually wrote in that doc are pretty different lmfao so again, it’s obviously not something I’ve been able to string together very well, so I doubt this will see the light of day any time soon. But if I had infinite time and energy, I’d definitely still love to write this, because if you’ll pardon me saying so myself, I know there’s something here (and in my notes...) I could stitch together into a pretty interesting story, I just... gotta find it.

...and also brush up on my Dark Souls lore, it’s been... a really long time. All my recent runs through the game are... literally just sprinting through. 🤣

24. Would you say your writing has changed over time?

It most likely has. I’ve probably picked up bad habits like overuse of the em dash and semi colons to make the most absurd run on sentences y’all have ever seen, but since I can feel a part of my soul physically crumble to dust whenever I even glance at my old writing, I can’t say for sure. I’ve been writing consistently for over an entire year now, which is the longest I’ve ever kept at it without burning out, as well as the longest I’ve stayed with any single fandom also without burning out, so I would hope I’ve evolved in some sort of way, or else I can’t say I’ve made much progress in this hobby. 🤔💦

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Weather

Beth thank you!!!!

Weather - What do you love most?

Days like today, actually. I’m chilling at home, and the weather (haha what a coinkydink) is rainy. I have a covfefe, I made bruschetta for brekkie, and I’ll be plucking away at some vidya (going through Okami HD on steam) and doing some writing on the side over the course of today. 😌

Chill days like this where I can take things at my own pace are probably what I enjoy most in life. I’m a uh... very simple woman lol.

But I also really love just hanging with friends and shooting the shit together. I don’t do it as much anymore, but I used to hang out in a group VC with some friends I made back when I modded a discord server, and those are among the best memories I have. Just... laughing together about the most ridiculous shit, and playing stupid party games together is something I’ll never forget or tire of.

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🤷 What thing that your fandom loves do you just not “get”?

Ooooh another one of these thank you!!!! Lemme see if I can wrangle something different up... 🤔

This is hugely subjective, and again, a very “me, not you” thing, but I can’t look at Maxim Nazarov in any kind of sexual way. 🤣 I’m not sure why exactly, when... you know, he’s Vergil’s face model and all, but I can’t unsee his baby face whenever I look at him, AND IT’S SO BIZARRE EVEN TO ME. I think he’s defs in his 30′s, but he looks like such a babby to me that I can’t sexualize him. Even if he’s an underwear model LOL.

Which is double weird because I can transpose his various poses over to Vergil just fine, I just can’t look at the guy himself jsmlfdh

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What is a show/movie/book that you wish you could get the rights to and redo your way?

Omg I’m so sorry I took almost a whole ass day to get to this, I was looking at it before I started work this morning like “🤔”, and... tbh the only different between then and now is a nervous clump of sweat drops attached to that emoji. I think the easy answer is redo the last few seasons of GoT, but tbh, I wouldn’t have a goshdurn clue what the heckie I’d do with a series like that, so lemme pick something else. 🤣

...so due to the magic of this being text-based, y’all didn’t have to experience the like 40 minutes I spent staring blankly at a list of movies/shows I have (I hardly read books 😔) and still coming up completely at a loss, so I’m just gonna say the Jurassic Park movies, and all I would do different is when they come up to me to pitch JP3 and everything afterwards, I would simply say “no” lksdf.

The first JP is among my fave movies, I love dinos so much 😤💖

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#53 with Credo please!

THANK YOU FOR GIFTING ME WITH THIS PROMPT 😭😭🙏💖 When I was scrolling through the prompts for the first time, I saw that one and... secretly hoped I would get it, so you’ve literally answered my prayers kjsdfh goD BLESS

53) “Is that a tattoo?”

It isn’t often that Credo lavishes you in attention; it’s normally the other way around with you worshipping his body with fleeting touches of fingertips over bared skin and kisses that press into every dip and divot of his abdomen. But today, the tables have been turned on you, and you lie beneath him practically naked save for your opened blouse and stockings. It’s all part of that dishevelled aesthetic you know that he likes; he loves having you still half decent when he takes you, finding it thrilling and all the more scandalous in nature.

It’s normally a rather quick affair too. You’d ride him in his chair, chest pressed into his face while you control the pace you fuck him at. But you’ve relinquished those rights to him for now, letting him slowly unveil your skin inch by inch, and explore your body with his hands and mouth at his own leisure. They’re so thorough in their journey down your body, pausing every now and then to let the sensation, the feel, the taste of you eke out a permanent place in his memory. He loves your quick and dirty affairs, whether it’s a stealthy blowjob in the storerooms, or wandering hands underneath the table during meetings, but this warms his body in a whole new way.

A curious tongue dips into your bellybutton, earning him an arching of your back and a whimper of his name that he also commits to memory. And then hes continuing further down where the smell of your arousal is the strongest.

Except his soft kisses come to a stop, his head lifting away from the warmth of your skin. You lift your head to look down at him to find him gently thumbing at a certain spot high up on your thigh. Far too high to be modest by any stretch of the term.

That very notion makes his body tingle and his cock ache.

“Is that a tattoo?” He asks, eyes trained on the simple monochrome padlock that adorns your bikini line.

You breathe out a sigh of relief and let your head drop back onto your pillow. “Yeah. I got it a while back, since... you know, I was a thief once. It seemed like a cute idea at the time. Half the time I forget I even have it. Do you like it?”

Credo ponders that for a moment. Tattoos are a rare sight in Fortuna, doubly so when all citizens dress so modestly. But as much of a law enforcer as he is, the forbidden nature of that little black mark on you gives him a giddy sense of thrill. It was your little secret for so long, and now this one is his too. Smiling, he presses his lips to it, and then you feel something wet and hot drag across your skin when he sucks colour into those crisp black lines.

“I do.” He doesn’t know too much about tattoos, only that they hurt, and that they require touch ups now and then to keep them fresh.

He’ll have to keep revisiting yours to keep the colour from fading.