For the writing ask, 2, 10, and 19
2 Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?
Oh definitely. Right now, I particularly would like to write another fic in the same vein as “Glory Gained” and as a sort of sequel to it that deals with Andromache in Elysium, reuniting with everyone and processing things. But damn. There’s just so many very heavy things in her story that are so hard to reckon with. To do it proper justice, I would deal a lot with what happens to her after the war, including at the hand of Neoptolemus, which is honestly just not something I’m sure I can manage. I want to start by feeling things out with notes and careful planning and see where it takes me. That fic, if it ever comes, will be a long way off.
10 Top three favorite fic tropes
This one’s hard tbh. I like reading traditional tropes but I don’t feel like I write with them very often? Also I feel like I don’t quite know what counts as a trope lol, like are aus that ignore canon character death a trope, because if they are, that’s probably my top one. Again, not sure it’s a trope, but I like writing domestic fluff (especially hair combing!!!!) OH also literal sleeping together, absolutely love that c:
19 Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it
“You’re already back,” comes a fond call and Hektor twists around to see Andromache as she sets her hands on his shoulders. She leans down to kiss his upturned cheek. Hektor’s breath wavers at the loving warmth of having his wife and son beside him, safe and happy.
“Are you two having fun?” Andromache inquires, leaning forward to gaze at Scamandrius.
“Of course we are,” Hektor asserts. “Isn’t that right Scamandrius?”
He squirms around, waving his arms up, calling, “Maa mamamaa!” Hektor hoists him up in his arms where he can grab a hold of Andromache’s hand and she can pet his curls. After a brief moment he twists again, and Hektor’s hair proves a fleeting distraction until he reaches for his toys again as Hektor sets him back in his lap.
“We’re playing with the great king bear today, he’s trying to get to the top of the mountain. And it looks like he finally made it past the lion.” The figurine lies discarded now. Scamandrius bunches up the fabric of Hektor's tunic and Hektor peers down. “What do you think, hmm?” he croons to him. “Will he make it to the top?”
Scamandrius shrieks and waves his fist clutching the wooden bear determinedly.