#gird yourself

[haleswallows]

8, 12, and 19? 😮

8: if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you'd write....

HMMMMM maybe more of bootie call? i did have plans for more duke/danny. the problem i have, is even when i finish something it doesn't fully leave my brain. the worms, they burrow. so even things 'done', there's a good possibility i'll some day go back *cough cough GNC!Danny/Jason sough cough*

12: A trope you're thinking about writing for

(a snapshot of hans beating back a Fae!Danny plot bunny with a broom) huh? what was that?

19: the most interesting topic you've researched for a fic

so much historic stuff for Dragon Fic. it is vaguely set in a Tudor era Europe, and so I've done so much research on social norms and clothes of that time, the level of technology. I didn't want a full medieval au, so went towards the tail end of Renaissance. I was thinking a lot about the art of the time that I studied in college, how ornate the nobels' clothing were, what lives of princes would have been in that time. I think of Gotham kind of like the Ottoman, a total military powerhouse (without the horrific downfall). Then the Infinite Lands are vaguely Russia/Asia, with Pariah Dark being some sort of foil for Genghis Khan. All very vaguely, but those are the vibes I was pulling from. And of course! I have done all this research and worldbuilding in my head and not a single part of this is ever going to end up in the fic. But, it's there.I have to resist doing a Tolkien-esque Silmarillion on the daily. Pity me kek

[mercurixlly]

Holding On and Letting Go || MaxiTwins

Pietro stalked across the campus, heading toward the girl’s dormitories. The sun was bright and hot, oppressively so as it soaked into his pale skin. His shoulders were broad with tension, face pinched in a frown. The expression was not an unusual one for him, but his pace was uncharacteristically slow, almost reluctant.

A whole year. He just couldn’t believe that a whole year had passed. What he wouldn’t give to just barricade himself in his room and spend this terrible anniversary alone, but that would mean leaving Wanda alone as well; he could not allow her to suffer in isolation. 

With none of his usual energy, Pietro quickly scaled the well-worn path up the dormitory wall to Wanda’s window and perched himself on its ledge. He might have taken the stairs today, but the risk of bumping into another student was far too high. Pietro was never overly open to company, and today his tolerance was even lower than normal, extending basically to Wanda and no further. Knocking gently on the glass, he waited. 

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