lahknut replied to your post “Wooo got my drafts down from 400+ to 208!! Right at the end I found a...”
i thought this was about WIPs and i just... sort of accepted that you managed that godlike feat and then i got to the second paragraph
@lahknut
tbh my writing folder needs this treatment too buuuuut it’s a very daunting task so I’m kind of just ignoring it rn XD
my fanfic folder as 774 files and at least half are wips across a few fandoms cos I only have 317 fics online across my AO3 accounts so only 317 are finished/uploaded works, but I also have a lot of cut scenes/alternate ending/alternate povs/idea docs as well as a few duplicates here and there...it’s a mess so one day I’ll dive into it and finally organise it properly but until then....THE PROBLEM DOESN'T EXIST
oh wait, crap I have a second fanfic/original writing folder from my dreadful highschool years too...that’s another 326 files I should really sort out one day, I used to have way more imaginative fantasy HP fic ideas back then and they’re all sort of just sitting there, I should really harvest them at some point...even thought I already have 3 docs stuffed full of fic ideas as well as dozens more of docs with idea outlines...I’m such a fic idea hoarder like omg I need to learn to let things go that I will probably never write
I also don’t want to touch that highschool folder ever cos it contains the crappy bandfanfiction I wrote for my friends in highschool and I can’t even look at them without an awful visceral response cos the writing is that bad
One day I will do a deep clean of my writing folders and maybe make a proud post like when I did my tumblr drafts...but today is not that day and probably this year is not that year XD
lahknut replied to your post “My Life Is A Fanfic As Written By Me”
first of all: wow. that was a hell of an update :O i'm so happy for you both!!!
secondly, OMG the fic was SO CUTE. and the rest of your romance equally so :P i'm very sorry about all of the hurt you and ghost have had to endure, and i'm glad you're getting all the fluff you deserve in your life <3 thanks for sharing your experiences with us, because a) we're all wildly curious about *the* BNF in this fandom and b) wow... this may or may not have been pretty damn enlightening regarding my own past experiences
Thank you very much!
(Aaaahh I’m so flattered that people are curious about me! And I am very happy that this helped you better understand your own experiences.)
Ghost and I are very happy; I really do feel like I’m finally getting some *fluff* in my life lol.
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Megamind, Roxanne Ritchi, Minion (Megamind), Metro Man
Additional Tags: pretend homophobia, Pre-Canon, probable OOCness, Not Beta Read
Summary: An Evil Plot is simultaneously Not That Evil and too successful, but that’s okay.
@lahknut @lila-bolger omfg disclaimer: my 'the bad' section was for movies so bad that they're good.. or movies not usually appreciated as classics of cinema cause theyre 'about scooby doo' or some other bullshit excuse
lahknut replied to your post “do you think megamind could potentially use the defuser gun to take...”
whoa! the discovery really is the height of irony then. also the speculation lead me to google three stranded DNA which was educational. my biology teacher did not tell us it could exist (tbh i wasn't that interested in DNA replication anyway)
Absolutely the height of irony!
Megamind solves the problem of ‘how to defeat Metro Man’ when he looks at it backwards, and it doesn’t even take him that long, which is another thing I find so ironic!
(it comes down to looking at the problem the right way, just like Roxanne in canon, with her copy of Megamind’s idea cloud.)
And yes, three stranded DNA! I actually came up with the triple strand DNA story-science behind Metro Man’s powers before I knew three stranded DNA was actually possible, too; I looked it up after I came up with the idea, and was surprised and pleased to find that examples of it exist!
It was still dark when Minion rose from the depths of his suit with a yawn. He strained his ears and, upon detecting fast keyboard taps, shuffled towards the workshop by feel.
The monitor was the only light source, and Sir was glued to it, the glow reflecting off his manic grin. He was scanning multicolored lines of text too fast for sleep-deprived Minion, who didn’t bother to decipher the screen. “Sir, can’t you work at a more suitable time? You keep waking me up.”
Sir’s fingers stilled. He looked chagrined, but brightened when he peered back at the screen. “Nonsense, Minion! Evil can’t rest when there’s ma-e-hem to be had.”
Minion lifted an eyebrow. “Is it a bad moment to remind you that all the ideas you’ve had these past three nights have been awful?”
“Yes!” Sir hissed. His eyes widened. “I mean, no, they weren’t that bad, just a bit, uh, unfortunate in their execution. But look at this!” He glided away with his chair so Minion could take a closer look.
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Sir bounced back to the computer and started scrolling at breakneck speed. “This will allow me to infiltrate their ranks, imprint unlawful suggestions into their guh-libel minds, point out Metro Mahn’s flaws and my successes!” He cackled. “Minion, I require caffeine. Evil won’t sleep tonight!”
With a sigh, Minion lumbered off to the kitchen to brew a cup and worry about Sir’s insomnia.
He also took stock of the pantry like he did each morning, and frowned. Getting used to the odd hours wasn’t a good sign. While criminals often preferred the cover of the night, supervillains generally needed an awake audience to thrive, and the outcomes of Sir’s latest plots reflected that.
The most recent plan didn’t fill Minion with confidence either; they didn’t actually know how to manipulate others in the ways Sir was now attempting, given their minimal practice at subtlety and limited contact with humans.
For one, Minion would never have guessed they even had websites like that.
He brought the cup to Sir, who seemed to have contracted some doubts in the interim too, as he was staring off into distance, eyes wide.
Minion nudged him. “How’s it going?”
“The humans are already doing it,” Sir whispered, unmoving.
“Doing what, sir?”
“Everything I had in store for them. And more.”
“Really?” Minion couldn’t stop his fins from quivering with interest. “How?”
Shaking himself, Sir powered the machine down. In the resulting darkness, Minion could hear his voice shaking all the more clearly. “I think I’m going to bed now.”
Biting his tongue on a sarcastic remark about Sir’s sleep schedule, Minion listened to the footfalls and squeaks of fabric. Being annoyed with his boss wasn’t enough to prevent an instinctive “Goodnight!” slipping out though, or getting a distracted response.
His suit joints creaked as Minion shifted his weight in the curiously energizing darkness. He held his breath and, telling himself he’d do some research on insomnia to help his boss, perched on the seat and booted the computer back on. When no reprimand came, Minion’s robot hand retrieved a straw from a hidden pocket and stuck it into the coffee. The tabs from Sir’s last session opened, and the mix of caffeine, adrenaline, and what must’ve been oxytocin made for a very sleepy Minion the next day.
