for the fic writer ask game, if no one else has beaten me to these: 🥺 ✅ ⌛️ and 🤲!
For Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask
🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?
Previously answered here
✅ What’s something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don’t mean to?
Uhhh... Themes of identity formation through iteratively making choices over a long period of time? At least for longer fics.
⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?
I'm generally a slow writer. I average roughly 100 words/15 minutes if I'm actively writing. So if I'm lucky, I will maybe manage about 2k on a weekend if I write all day. Editing usually takes me several weeks, while growing exponentially depending on the length of the draft. So start to finish, a fic/chapter between 8k-10k takes me about a month.
🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?
For Exit, pursued by the idea of you and me
Kaiba woke up—alone in the late morning light. For an instance, he was transported many years back to the morning after a night of rambunctious sex with a nameless blond. Rumpled sheets and a thank-you note of sorts stuck to the bathroom mirror.
But he wasn't alone. He was in Jounouchi's apartment, which the man couldn't just run away and abandon. Music filtered through the open bedroom door, the soft twinkling notes from a piano playing.
Without bothering to dress, Kaiba rose and followed the music into the living room. The curtains were still drawn but sunlight bled through their thin fabric. He found Jounouchi at the baby grand they'd plastered themselves against last night before they finally made it to the bedroom. Half-dressed in a Folie a deux band t-shirt and loose boxers, Jounouchi had both hands splayed across the ivory keys as he hummed to himself.
Kaiba padded over to the man and brushed the back of his hand against Jounouchi's bedraggled hair. The silky strands felt so soft and smooth against his skin.
Instinctively, the musician leaned into the touch without tearing his eyes off the sheet music spread in front of him.
"I just need a minute to jot this down," he muttered absently.
Jounouchi had likely been at the piano for many minutes, if not a full hour. Kaiba could wait a few minutes.
