16, 17, 22, 34 for the fanfiction questions! 💖
erin!! thank you for the ask, love, you’re the sweetest <3
16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)? gangbang pwp’s i’m a rather shameless reader (as is evidenced by the fact that i have no private bookmarks) so i don’t really think i have a guilty pleasure trope as such. if i like it, i like it, i stalk the fandom for the tag and all the rec-lists for the trope, 😂
17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for. as a writer of mainly the drarry/hp fandom, i don’t think i’ll ever be able to write a voldemort wins AU. i don’t have an explanation except that even considering it makes reading seven books and getting invested in the characters and their arcs feel pointless (that said, there are some much beloved fics for this trope in the fandom by writers i respect immensely, this isn’t shading the trope itself, just explaining why i wouldn’t be able to write it). i’m also not a big fan (personally) of the conventional a/b/o’verse, and though i’ve read a few fics that do the trope extremely well, i don’t think i would ever be able to do it justice.
22. Do you listen to anything while you write?
depends. sometimes it’s impossible to focus if there’s anything playing, but sometimes music helps keep the disconnect between the thoughts flitting around in my brain and the words i am supposed to be churning out to a productive minimum. i can’t listen to music with lyrics while writing (that’s always distracting), but i have some favourite playlists that can be found here , here and here .
34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.
ahhhh, it feels so vain to answer this, but i’ll try my best. “I don’t find being you undesirable,” Draco says after a second. His eyes are brimming with something Harry can name easily. Something Harry will dare to name in a few days from now, when his Gryffindor courage will spill from his lips, and his eyes, and his hands. Something he will not be able to shutter away in the narrow cell behind his breastbone, between his ribs, because it is much too large to contain within brittle bones. “But I like you the way you are,” Harry responds. The light in Draco’s eyes shines brighter. He leans in, pressing his wet lips to Harry’s forehead in a chaste kiss. “You’re clean now,” he says. The blood I spilled has been washed from your body. If I kiss you, you will not taste of the metal of his scream or the saltwater of his grave. Harry brings Draco’s left wrist to his lips and presses a kiss to the flutter of Draco’s pulse. The thud of his heartbeat is slower now than it was before, but under Harry’s lips it speeds just a little. “So are you.” – My Hands Are Of Your Colour send me asks!