Hi hi Bryn!! For the writing ask, could you please do for 2, 4, 33 & 36? :) have a nice day/night!
ask me some writing asks?
hi eirene! how have you been? it's been a while since we've last chatted! thank you for asking me some questions! i'm currently diving into a Critical Role D&D obsession at the moment and will be spending the rest of my night listening/watching that while I catch up with some things on tumblr <3
2. Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?
I would absolutely love to delve into more AU story-type of writing, but I tend to get so stuck when writing those. I feel like my brain doesn't have the capacity to write outside of the actual time and place canon happens in. I know if I push myself, I'd be able to do so, but I just feel like my writing wouldn't be as up to par in an AU rather than the other stuff I tend to write.
4. Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them?
I have 3 OC's currently! Only one has a fic written for them so far, and they haven't even made an appearance in the series so I'll keep who it is a secret for now. But, I will give a name for each OC and a little snippet of writing between them and their love interest (just so I don't spoil their reveals later on)!
Lucinda "Lucia" Clary
"You're so.... UGH." She yelled out, her clenched fists shaking. Lucinda turned her body away from the man who helped guide her into this strange world, so different from her own.
"I'm so... Ugh?" He asked, his own fists clenched at his sides. He wanted to reach out and grasp her shoulder, calm her trembling body.
"I can't tell if I want to smack you or kiss you." She said, rearing around, her eyes blazing.
"How about we try both? You can kiss me first and if that doesn't solve what you're feeling, you're more than welcome to slap me."
"This is exactly what I'm talking about! How can you be so calm about this?"
"Ma Chèrie," Comte grasped her hand, bringing it up to his erratically beating chest. "I'm not calm in the slightest."
Grace Elffire
Ray brought up his hand, gently catching the next falling tear with his forefinger. He tapped on her red nose with the same finger before cupping the back of her neck in his palm. “Listen to me,” he started. “You really think nothing you’ve done has impacted anything?”
Grace shrugged, averting her eyes so her cloudy sapphire ones wouldn’t be outshone by his clear emerald.
“Will anything I ever do amount to anything in the scheme of things?” She asked again, rephrasing her question and bowing her forehead to press against his, her tears dripping on his dark blue jacket.
“Silly,” Ray responded affectionately, waiting for her eyes to meet his own. Much better, that beautiful blue hue shouldn’t be hidden. “Don’t you know that just by coming into my world, you changed everything for the better?”
Scarlett Beaumont
"Doesn't the quiet ever get to you?"
Grace and Isaac were sitting together in his room. Isaac was sitting at his desk, tinkering around with a new experiment he had been working on. Scarlett was sitting on his bed, taking a break from her work and halfway skimming the pages of a book Isaac had sitting near his bedside.
"Hmm?" Isaac looked up, pushing up his protective goggles to the top of his head and Scarlett giggled at the way his normally unruly hair went in every different direction. "No, not really. I like the quiet." He responded, going to pull his goggles back onto his nose. He paused just before, noting the twist of Scarlett's lip, something he picked up as a sign of her annoyance. "Why do you ask?"
"Sometimes, the quiet drives me mad," Scarlett noted. Isaac put down his tools, going to join her on his bed.
Isaac took her smaller hand in his own. He wasn't sure what to say to console her, he didn't relate to what she said and it was hard to picture how she was feeling. So, he said the only thing that came to his head. "When I sit in quiet with you, it brings me the most peace I've felt in eternity."
33. Give your writing a compliment.
I do generally believe I'm a good writer. I really like my descriptions, and I like the way I write character interactions!
36. How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of?
I am absolutely awful at coming up with fic titles. that is one of the biggest things that hold me back from posting fics. I have things written, they're just not titled and they don't feel complete without a title. maybe one day I'll discover a niche for fic titling, but today will not be that day.
I am really proud of my series titled In Your Veins. It's a series and the title doesn't make complete sense, but it'll become to make sense later on in the series!












