What kind of bird are you? And in your estimation, are you dangerous?
Oh, 100% hooded crow. Raven if I'm feeling especially dramatic. It's a whole thing. I've got a Discord server with my irl friends where the whole premise is that I assigned birdsonas to all of them and also there is lore.
Now part of that lore is that my birdsona IS in fact rather dangerous. I've said so too often in the tags of "could your pfp beat prev's in a fight" to pretend otherwise now. Personally me I'm not sure you could *remembers when this ask was sent* OOOOH. OH. YES. SURE
Just for fun, what is the worst writing advice you have ever gotten?
Oh I definitely came across a few during the time I was studying creative writing at uni...
Off the top of my head these two have always annoyed me:
"Said is dead" - no, it's not. Said is a nice little word that fits into any dialogue. It's a perfect little companion. Obviously it can be overused (not every line of dialogue needs to have 'said') but it pairs nice and cleanly with adverbs to set the tone easily.
"Don't write outside of your personal experience" - where's the creativity in that? Where's the room for imagination? I'm never going to know what its like to live as a knight in a fantasy world, or to be a teen hero fighting evil. But I can imagine it! And there are things I can research. I can learn about the different kind of swords knights used, or I can learn about the structure of landmarks I've never been to.
Sure, having my own personal experience would be useful - but its not always necessary. And as long as you get enough facts to be believable then generally readers will enjoy it! They'll enjoy reading about characters interacting within the setting of Notre Dame, but they won't need to know or care how many seats Notre Dame can have or what the exact height of the ceiling is (unless its somehow very relevant to what's going on).
If I wander to print your art out and hang it on my wall how much would that cost?
hmm i'd give blanket permission for ppl to print out my stuff themselves if they like, i didn't think to open a print store or anything like that. if there's some interest though i can look into it.
Okay so; no cross overs. Bur how about univers swarbs? What if Steven and connie where animal based superhero’s protecting Paris. And they whern’t supposed to know eachother’s true identity?
Steven had read enough comics over the years to know that secret identities never stayed secret. Today was inevitable - that was why he’d been opposed to even trying to hide their identities. The glamour could only do so much, and they’d figure it out one day.
But Chat Noir had insisted that they keep it hidden, so he had. He had no idea who his companion could be, no matter how he examined her face behind the mask, or her voice, And now they were stuck in an elevator with the timers on their miraculouses running out.
“It won’t be that bad,” he said cheerfully. “We probably already know each other. Beach City’s not that big of a town.”
She stared at the wheel in her hands, shaking her head. “We can get out of this, Ladybug. if I can just figure out why my unlucky charm gave me this, you’ll be able to fix all of this with your bubble.”
“Maybe you’re supposed to drive White Swan crazy?” he suggested. She gave him a flat, unamused look, and he shrugged. “They can’t all be winners.”
“Ladybug, even if I wanted to share our identities, I’d like it to be something we choose.” She frowned, tapping the iron wheel against the palm of her hand. “And I’d like it to be on a day that isn’t Steven’s birthday.”
He choked. “What?”
“He’s just a boy who works in a bakery near here - his mom and dad own the bakeshop. We’re all throwing him a big surprise party later.” She groaned. “Unless we’re all turned into ballerinas.”
“Oh.”
We’re throwing him a party? If they got out of here, he would know that one of the people there was Chat Noir. The glamour wouldn’t let him figure it out from her voice or her looks, but it’d narrow it down a lot. He already knew for sure she was a girl his age.
He swallowed. “I’m sure he won’t mind a ruined birthday party if it means Chat Noir swoops in to save the day.”
“You think?” she asked, looking oddly worried. Why would Chat Noir care so much about a nobody like Steven Universe?
“I’m sure of it,” he said. “Who wouldn’t want a celebrity at their party?”
“Lots of people. Someone famous shows up and takes all the attention. That’s why-” She paused, stuttering for a second before recovering, “That’s why even though Connie Maheswaran is in his class, everyone knows she really shouldn’t go to the party.”
“What? That’s stupid!” he cried. “She just wants to have a normal life like everyone else. Who cares if she’s famous?”
“Um, everyone? She’s swimming in-” Chat froze, her eyes going wide. “Swimming! The dam!”
He gawked at the charm in her hands. “That’s not a wheel. It’s a valve!”
She looked at his flashing earrings, her flashing ring, and nodded. “We should have just enough time to make it to the dam. We’ll close it up, feed our kwamis, and we’ll de-evilize Pearl before Steven’s party.”
“Guess our identities stay secret another day.” He laughed, trying to ignore the disappointed feeling in his chest.
She looked down at the wheel, then back to him. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ve been stubborn. It’s something worth talking about. We’re all about trust, right?”
“Right,” he said, and he was about to say more, but his earrings beeped a warning, and they rushed off to save the day.
The day was soon saved with little trouble, and Steven had to fake surprise at his party. He scanned the room, trying to figure out who Chat could be, but if the pieces were all in front of him he couldn’t put them together. Maybe Chat was right that the magic was all the needed to keep their secret.
Though, for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out how Chat had thought someone like Connie would suck up all the attention. For a famous person, she couldn’t seem to hold a decent conversation - all rambling and nervousness and sudden awkward silences.
Still, he was glad someone had talked her into showing up. It was nice to have so many friends around. His mother smiled and brought him another tray of homemade cookie cats, and he was wonderfully content.
