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anne are you 5'4 bc i have been imagining you as my height (5'10) this entire time. don't ask me why

Close! I'm 5'5".

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Well done steak kid??? You like chewing on rubber?

yes

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jestershark replied to your post: whenever i see someone go ‘i’m starting to read...

Do you have a recommended translation??

there’s not a completed alternative, unfortunately, i think partially due to the e** translators throwing a fit about anyone else taking on this work, but i have a few links here that cover pretty much all of the book although you might have to hop between different translators but it’s worth it, especially if you want to read the nsfw chapters with as minimal discomfort as possible (that is to say, the original author is really not blameless in how these scenes play out, but the e** translator bias makes the scenes 10x worse)

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FANBRUARY CONTINUES with @closertohomewebcomic‘s / @jestershark‘s Sam!

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jestershark replied to your post: every time someones liek “if you have a farm youll...

As a tried and true city gay I cannot relate

being up w the sun is so NICE i feel like a real human being when im allowed to set my own schedule and it means i can go to bed early and get up early

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Art assumption: you haven't watched as much anime as people think you have

Shhhhhhhhh

I’ve watced pokemon, FMA, Soul Eater, Kakegurui, some Black Butler, and SAO but let’s forget that one.

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2 and 6 for the drop, 5 for the whole drop/fall/Landing?

Cut for spoilers and for length!

2. Which scene was your favorite to write in The Drop?

God, it’s been a long time. I don’t know if I could pick one favorite scene–there are a lot that I enjoyed, and it was so long ago it’s hard to remember which was my favorite at the time. I know I really enjoyed writing both shaving scenes, the one on one match with Tex, and maybe most of all the scene where Sigma lets Maine see the truth about how the fragments were created.

6. Which scenes did you cut, and which were added in The Drop?

Haha oh man, I had to go back to an old pre-scrivener file to find my cuts for The Drop. There’s over 6K in there but not all of it is straight cuts, some of it is stuff I rewrote and just archived the original versions to have them.

There’s one particular scene I cut from early in the fic with Maine and Connie, where they’re talking (well, mostly Connie’s talking) about terraforming and glassing. It was neat and I did like it, but I cut it for several reasons: 1) It pulled in some worldbuilding that is not from Halo but from Robinson’s Mars trilogy (regarding the colonization of Mars) and though I don’t think it’s incompatible with Halo canon, there was really no reason to have it in this fic and it was kind of apropos of nothing; 2) the final bit of dialogue was a little too philosophical for Maine and didn’t really fit the characterization I was building for him overall; and 3) there just wasn’t any good place for that scene, even if I’d fixed 1 and 2, and it didn’t add much to the story.

I also cut a brief bit of dialogue where Carolina and Maine are talking about the Insurrectionists and how it’s odd they think about them more than the Covenant. I cut it because it was a little too on-the-nose and too early in the timeline for Carolina to be voicing that kind of concern about their mission.

I wrote a ton of sexy bits for that fic and just cut the stuff I didn’t need, which was a lot. I cut a lot of bits and pieces I wrote when I was first playing with the idea of the idea of the trilogy and I hadn’t solidified my Maine voice yet.

As for what I added, it’s been so long that I don’t remember much of when I wrote what’s in the final draft. I do know that a few chapters got heavy re-writes, most notably any chapter involving combat.

5. Did you make an outline for the whole trilogy? Did you stick to it?

Oh my god, I would’ve died without outlines. I would’ve have written a single damn chapter without outlines.

That said, my outlines change constantly. If after The Landing is posted in its entirety I showed you my first outline for the trilogy you would laugh. There are things you don’t figure out (at least I don’t) until you’re deep in the story, character insights you have along the way, beats you realize you want to hit, and things change. That’s how it goes. And I’ve learned over the course of this Process that if ever I get stuck writing, I probably need to go back and re-outline.

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9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

The Fall is by far the hardest thing I’ve ever written. There was so much I had to accomplish in that fic, from juggling a large handful of disembodied character voices to covering a very long canon timeframe. I’m not convinced I did it all successfully but it challenged me tremendously and I learned a lot and I am pretty happy with the finished product.

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style.

I don’t even know how I would do this one to be honest. Like I’m sure I have some kind of style that is identifiable across works but it’s so dependent on the POV character of what I’m writing. So if I were to re-edit something, I guess I’d probably just be shooting for better character voice (or adjusting worldbuilding details I’ve changed my mind on). But hell, let’s grab something and see how I’d edit it now, just for kicks. Here’s a bit from Flying Lessons (nsfw, below the cut):

South tastes tart. Not in some kind of bullshit metaphoric way, she actually tastes like lemons, probably from chugging some of that powdered sports drink shit from the mess before they left. Kissing South’s a contact sport. South’s all teeth and nails and muttered curses. Teeth dragging raw on her lips, fingers in her thick dark curls coming loose from their knot. Nails marking up her spine and making her shiver. South always has the iciest hands, slow to warm against her skin.

South has to stop, drag her hands out of Niner’s already-open flight suit to unbuckle her breastplate. Unsuiting in space. Kind of a thrill to that. The drop ships seal up of course but hey, faulty airlocks, that shit happens. Recycled air cool and dry on exposed skin, reminding you where you are. Floating in a tin can. Nothing but space out there. Cold and empty as shit.

Niner doesn’t give South a chance to get her undersuit down, just drags her back in for another kiss, pressing a hand to her chest—South’s got small square tits, fit nice in a palm—thumbing over her nipple through the smooth synthetic fabric, before reaching around her back to pull down the zipper herself.

Inside of a minute they’re both stripped to the waist except for their sport bras, worst things for it but what are you gonna do. South’s preoccupied anyway, pushing her up against the wall, biting her collarbone—has to stoop to do it, she’s a good few inches taller.

They’re both impatient, hands all over each other, but South gets to her first, snaking wiry hands down her pants to curl between her legs. Niner hisses at the cool fingers parting her lips and South laughs, smug and sharp.

Edited:

South tastes tart, lemony, probably from all that powdered sports drink the Freelancers are always chugging. Kissing South’s a contact sport. South’s all teeth and nails and muttered curses. Teeth dragging raw on her lips, fingers in her thick curls coming loose from their knot. Nails marking up her spine and making her shiver. South always has the iciest hands, slow to warm against her skin.

South has to stop, drag her hands out of Niner’s already-open flight suit to unbuckle her own breastplate. Unsuiting in space. Kind of a thrill to that. The drop ships seal up of course but hey, faulty airlocks, that shit happens. Recycled air cool and dry on exposed skin, reminding you where you are. Floating in a tin can. Nothing but the cold vacuum of space out there.

Niner doesn’t give South a chance to get her undersuit down, just drags her back in for another kiss and feels her up through the thick synthetic mesh. South’s got small square tits, fit nice in a palm.

Inside of a minute though, they’re both stripped to the waist and South has her up against the wall, biting her collarbone—has to stoop to do it, she’s like half a head taller. Both impatient, hands all over each other, but South gets to her first, snaking a hand down her flight suit to curl between her legs. Niner hisses at the cool fingers parting her lips and South laughs, smug and sharp.