#dodgisshipper

[loverofpiggies]

Hey CQ! Just wondering if you were at Anime Midwest last year in July? My friend swears they bought pins from you at that con but I don't remember seeing ya there.

I was only at Anime Midwest this year!Actually, I’m desperately hoping I get into ACEN.... turns out Anime Midwest and Denver Pop Culture Con are the SAME WEEKEND next year.

I knew this day would come where I’d have to pick between shows, I just didn’t expect that to be between two of my best shows of the YEAR.

[bette-noire]

You and Daun steal anything cool from the mall? :3

“I'd say we've got a good enough haul of clothes and money from the mall, though. Right, Flower Boy?” 

@leafybby

[barduil]

#19, 20, 23, & 28? :)

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

Hmmm… perhaps What Was Found and Lost Behind. There’s so much that could be told! What do they do after? How is their first real date? How do they work as a couple in the 30s? But at the same time, I feel like it doesn’t need a sequel (my answer to the next question applies here as well)

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently? 

Not really, no! I take endings very seriously, at least for longer fics (like long fics and one-shots) so I always make sure that they end where they have to end, and said-ending is always sorta open on purpose. Like, you know where the characters are at, but you’re also free to imagine whatever happens to them next. 

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

Back when I started, one of my foolish hopes was that I’d write something that would stick so hard with people that I would be remembered for it. But the very few stories that I wrote that I feel have this potential, I wrote them too late. On one hand, that’s a good thing, because I improved and I’m glad I wrote them later rather than when I was just beginning, because they would have been terrible. On the other hand, fics of mine that I believe sorta or hella suck are more known and appreciated than said-recent ones that deserve it more, and it sucks :p Because sometimes I look at fics like Somewhere Only We Know and What Was Found and Lost Behind (and Reflection for the Gafou fandom) and I just know that they would have done SO WELL if I’d been better at writing early and posted them back then, and it makes me a bit sad. So basically, I wish I hadn’t raised my ‘fandom career’ hopes so high. 

Thank youu!! :D

Fanfiction Writer Asks

[blueberry-demon]

This theme was 'contrasting', requested by @dodgisshipper ! It's a Merman Darkiplier, with a betta fish tail. Hope ya like it! (Sorry it's a bit messy) @markiplier

[gastvn]

Remembrance

This ficlet’s also on AO3!

Notes: A sequel to this ficlet (about a cursed LeFou who made a bargain with Agathe that saved Gaston’s life, but ensured that he would lose all memories of his friend) for the lovely @dodgisshipper!

“Oh, you’ve bested me!” the short man giggled, ruffling the child’s hair and grinning widely. “Your top is much better than mine; it’s a wonder I even thought I could compete with you in the first place!”

The gaggle of children gathered at his feet snickered and reached forward, setting the toys back up and spinning them into whirling, varicolored orbits. Gaston watched them play from across the courtyard, noting the delight on LeFou’s face as he moved forward on the bench to get a better view of the game.

It had been a few months since “the accident,” as Belle insisted on calling it. She and her prince had pardoned him long ago (although he could tell that the beast was more than reluctant in doing so), and had even offered to let him stay at the castle while he recovered.

Unfortunately, they had let LeFou stay, as well.

No matter where he went, Gaston saw him everywhere: in the kitchens, in the library, and now in the courtyard outside. He never had the courage to approach him, though - he merely stayed on the sidelines and watched, wishing that LeFou would just remember...

Now he was surrounded by the children that came to visit the castle every day, playing jacks and spinning tops with them while they waited for the dinner bell. Gaston roamed around the enclosure and pretended to admire the blooming floral arrangements contained in pots set on pedestals around the precinct.

“Oh, time for supper,” he heard LeFou say from across the courtyard as the bell chimed inside the castle. His audience gathered up their toys, rose, and bid him goodbye.

Curious, Gaston thought. Isn’t he going in with them?

When he turned around to see what was happening, he nearly jumped out of his own skin - LeFou was standing in front of him, smiling widely.

“Aren’t you coming?” he asked, and there was no hint of recognition in his voice. Gaston took a deep breath and struggled to regain his composure.

“Oh, I - er, I think I’ll stay outside,” he said feebly. “I’m not very hungry, and these flowers are lovely.”

“Yes, they are,” LeFou said as Gaston made to turn around again. “I’m sorry, it’s just... do I know you?”

The faintest bit of hope flickered in Gaston’s heart, and for a moment, he almost believed that LeFou remembered him - then the other man chuckled and said, “Oh, that’s right! I saw you after the battle, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” Gaston said, feeling like he had just been trampled by a crowd of several hundred people. “Yes, you came and examined me.”

“I remember now,” LeFou said, although he really didn’t - how could he? “Your name’s Gaston, and you fell from the parapets. But you’re fine now, right? You didn’t even break anything.”

“No, I didn’t. It truly was a miracle.”

“Almost,” his companion said, “like magic.”

Nothing on earth could’ve prepared Gaston for what he saw when he looked at LeFou again: a heart-stopping smile on his face and mischief glittering in his eyes.

“I’m just saying,” LeFou continued; “Prince Adam’s curse was broken by magic, right?”

“No, it was broken by true love’s kiss,” Gaston corrected him.

“Ah, yes. Do you really believe that?”

“What do you mean?” He furrowed his brow and crossed his arms. “The prince is human again, isn’t he? Isn’t that proof enough?”

“No, no, I meant - do you believe in true love?”

Gaston turned back to the flowers and examined them with the air of a connoisseur, desperately flustered. “No, not anymore. If it was real for everyone - if it was real for me - then I would be with the person I love right now.”

“Oh?” LeFou said. “What happened?”

He looked him right in the eye and said, “They were lost.”

And how he wished that he knew what LeFou was thinking when he frowned and a shadow fell over his face.

“Well,” the other man said, pressing the petal of a pink azalea between his thumb and forefinger, “I’m very sorry. For what it’s worth, I don’t really believe in true love, either.”

“Why not?”

“Because” - and LeFou faltered, looking very unsure of himself. “Because I... well, it’s the strangest feeling - I feel like I had it once, but... if I really was in love, then why can’t I remember anything about it?”

Gaston’s mouth went dry.

You loved me, he thought slowly. You love me - even if you’ve forgotten.

“Are you sure you don’t know anything?” he pressed, failing to contain his excitement.

“It’s the funniest thing,” LeFou said, meeting his eyes. “Everyone keeps acting like something’s happened to me, but they won’t tell me, and I obviously can’t remember. But you... whenever I see you around the castle, I always feel like - like it’s on the tip of my tongue. I want to remember - there’s this hole in my heart, like something’s missing, and I want to fill it so badly - but something’s holding me back. I’m not sure what it is.”

“Maybe you were cursed.”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Maybe. Maybe I fell in love with a beast, but someone put a spell on me so I forgot.”

Then he walked away, leaving Gaston with a tattered heart and shaking hands.

Notes: There will be a part three that finishes this little series, I promise!

[ask-a-writing-writer]

My writing is going very well! I’m working on a few different things - three ficlets for my birthday giveaway, someone original work that I’m hoping to eventually compile into a coherent novel, and a bunch of poetry that I want to eventually set to a sung-through musical (similar to “Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812″). Here’s some poetry I wrote last night:

Her words are like honeysuckle coursing through my veins,

Sweet phrases and sentences trickling through my body as pins and needles prick at deadened limbs -

Filling me with life and the sense that I matter.

If I was to slit my wrist, I would surely bleed ichor.

And if she is what keeps me alive, then I will live forever;

Living off her writing,

Devouring the ambrosia of her prose -

My hunger never sated

And my stomach never full.

And here’s a bit of my novel:

Several minutes later, they arrived at a wooden door, which two guards (wearing pointed hats patterned with cartoonish stars) stood in front of. One of them was very, very short, purple, and had froggish features: specifically, gargantuan eyes and a very long tongue that he kept trying to catch a small bug on the wall with. The other was hovering a few inches off the ground like a ghost, and was made of something plasma-like. Neither of them seemed very pleased about having to wear their hats, but they did not complain; they were professionals, after all.

“Halt,” the phantom said wistfully as they approached. He shoved the long stick he was holding into the floor, and it buzzed lethargically. He had meant to create a very powerful, intimidating effect - since normally his staff shot sparks and tendrils of lightning - but it didn’t work. It hadn’t functioned properly in ages, and he was rather concerned. Maybe he would mention it to the Head of Galactic Security, who hadn’t been heard from in several years and was believed to be in hiding (although she still held the position).

Xzyvar stopped its gooey galumphing and proffered its I.D. The froggish one took it and licked it with his unnecessarily long tongue. After a few moments of consideration, he said, “You’re clear,” and handed the card back to Xzyvar.

“You know what? You can keep it.”

The amphibian shrugged and slid the slimy card under the brim of his hat, where he was amassing quite a collection. “You’re clear,” he repeated, “but your friend isn’t. She’ll have to stay out here.”

“Xzyvar brought me here,” Evangeline said. “I need to see Greg.”

The guards shared a look. “You’re not supposed to schedule an appointment,” said the specter. “Greg’s people just sort of... find you.”

Evangeline crossed her arms and declared, “Well, I haven’t scheduled an appointment. I’ve come here unannounced, and I’ve come with the Director of the Department of Abandonment, Rejection, and Mysteriously Unannounced Arrivals. And he’s clear. So you should maybe let me in.”

“Well done, Myvaj,” the frog hissed. “You’ve let her trick you with wordplay.”

“I most certainly haven’t -”

“Is there someone here to see me?” someone suddenly cried from behind the door. “Myvaj, Sergei - won’t you just let them in already?”

Thank you for asking, and I hope you enjoy the excerpts!

[barduil]

2, 3, 8, and 9.

2. Which sentence or paragraph is your favorite among those in the fics you’ve written? Why is it your favorite?

omg this is hard. … okay this took ages, but I think this is one of my favourites: ‘“I loved him,” he says in a breath. “Is that alright?”’ from what was lost and found behind. it’s nothing special like that, but everytime I reread it, knowing the context, it fucks me up ajhdsdhfklm (there are so many lines and little paragraphs I love in that fic tbh!!)

3. Which of your fics has your favorite opening and which has your favorite ending?

My openings aren’t really memorable, but if I really have to choose… maybe the one from Reflection? And for the ending, ‘what was found and lost behind’ again!

8. If you could have an artist create fan art for any of your fics, which would it be and why? 

Fanart for Reflection would be pretty neat, but what I’d love most is fanart for Forgotten Roads. It’d be wonderful to get some epic art for it, or even quieter stuff, I’m not picky. But yes, Forgotten Roads definitely, because as much as it’s giving me pain right now, it’s still my baby and I think it’s also the coolest one to illustrate. There are some locations that artists could have a lot of fun illustrating, so I’d love to see their take on it. :)

9. If you could be recognized for only one fic, which would it be and why?

Somewhere Only We Know for Barduil, Reflection for Gafou. Both sum up how I see those ships respectively. SOWK has almost all of my Barduil headcanons, and Reflection is my definitive interpretation of the ship. So I’d rather be recognized for those fics, which I believe are amongst my best, than my earlier, shitty work xD

Thank you very much!! :D 

10 Questions for Fic Writers

[gastvn]

Sooo, you seem to be a fairly witty person (as shown by your writing) and you play violin. Dude, you're like, Sherlock, dude.

Agh, Red, I’m blushing - you’re too kind! 

In all honesty, I’ve tried to write Sherlock fics before, but it’s… just so incredibly difficult. Characterization is fucking insane, first of all - and secondly, as much as I hate Marktiss, they’re both phenomenal writers, and at this point in my life, I can’t match their skill. Maybe I’ll be able to someday, though!

As always, thanks so much for asking <3