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today’s the last productivity night before the upcoming resbang check-in on saturday, so if you need to get focused and wanna work on your projects (30 minutes on, 10 minutes of rest, repeat), come join us in discord!
i’ll be hosting the evening here in about 15 minutes (6:30pm Eastern), and go for a couple of hours. we hype each other up, focus for 30 minute intervals, and cheer each other’s progress!
(if you miss tonight, don’t worry, i host every thursday night, and the #productivity channel is open any day, any time.)
Oooh, my God, I forgot about my love for Death the Kid. I literally… loved him, so much in middle school…
(I don’t have a Patreon or anything similar… yet. I’ve been toying with the idea of a Patreon that I would post WIPs and/or pictures I draw that don’t really fit on my blog that I haven’t/don’t post, which… I have a lot of both, actually. I was gonna wait until Fall break to mess with it tho.)
you hold an immense power marsh to make me both believe that soul could feasibly be a christmas tree and also make me ship maka with a damn christmas tree
so much history in those chat boxes, lol. also the cheeseburger emoji, my first love.
as for immense power, nah i just borrowed the collective big kink energy of everyone’s secret desire to be haunted by…uh, some kind of … perverted, apple-cider-dispensing dryad or whatever
9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic? mm, in the very early early start, it was just testing my hand at a fic in which in-universe Maka had very little experience with xmas because she’s a death child, and Soul, former rich kid from the …well slightly more ‘normal’ world, loved the fuck outta xmas so the setup was just gonna be like, idk, ‘five things soul evans taught maka about christmas’ or whatever. and like the first scene was him finding out she’d never put up a tree before, but then i had that Moment where i was like, wait
what if he is the tree
and then i talked to the old-old forum chatbox about it and @darkpurply was like DO IT, so that was the end of that
15: What did you learn from writing this fic? a couple things, i guess. evidently a writer can get away with a lot of weird-ass shit as long as the characters act as freaked out about it as the reader, lol. i learned i like xmas a lot more than i thought i did. i learned about having a sort-of game plan (using the song lyric puns as a kind of outline for the story) and that making one wasn’t impossible for me. i also learned the fucking satisfaction of having a completed fic that i can release in intervals with zero stress and DAMN. I WISH I COULD DO THAT ALL THE TIME, HECC
i’d yell at you but i’ve been chatting with you already and you know i’m like LKA;S;AFKJ rofl OK LET’S DO THIS
CB: 14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?
are u even kidding me hahahaha god no ok look, i definitely wrote that fic out of pure, hateful spite. imagine if you will, the year of our lord 2011. standards were lower back then. portal 2 was in high season, everyone writing chell banging human versions of robots. people secretly wished for the world to end in 2012. marsh of sleep was desperate for good SE porn, and then this happened: An Receipt
shortly thereafter i drank an inadvisable amount of rum, destroyed an entire bag of these, and CB was born. forget deeper meanings, i just wanted to flip some tropes and still write something hot without anyone being put into abusive situations FOR ONCE
ASEIAPT: 4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? this is probably cheating but i’m the god here
IOTWCS: 15:
What did you learn from writing this fic?
if we wanna be technical, i learned a lot about the layout of vegas between luxor and some golf course south of the strip. i also learned a bit about poetry, greek mythos, christianity, and that i have an undying desire to mix all that shit together to make something else =3
also that i can write fic while sitting on a toilet for much longer than anyone should sit on a toilet
TYATGAM 7: Where did the title come from? the phrase ‘throw yourself at the ground and miss’ is a reference from douglas adams’s hitchiker’s guide to the galaxy, explaining how one learns to fly.
You must learn how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. Pick a nice day and try it. The first part is easy. All it requires is the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight and the willingness not to mind that it’s going to hurt. That is, it’s going to hurt if you fail to miss the ground. If you are really trying properly, the likelihood is that you will fail to miss the ground fairly hard.
Clearly, it is the second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties.
Brimstone: 1: What inspired you to write the fic this way? mm, well the source content itself has this really intense, intimate feel to it, and i had been fiddling with 2nd person for a little while, and wanted to give it a go. also i had been an artist for @zxanthe on Synthesis, which was also written in 2nd person, and i really, really love what she did with it. she used it as a weapon for language and delivery, and i wanted to do that too.
Amp: 2: What scene did you first put down? as far as i can recall, which admittedly is not very far, i think the first scene is the first scene. it was self indulgent, i had no plan, i just wanted to see where the characters would go if they had a weird link that made things awkward. LOL RIP
QE: 8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it? yyyyyuuuuup. though the dynamics were reversed. i was a reluctant main tank in a hardcore raiding guild for awhile, and i had an aggressive, math-wielding, statistics-barfing moonkin best friend who dragged me into pvp arenas against my will, or urged me to pick up more mobs than i should and just healed me in between moonfire spam while the other people in the party thought we were trying to get them killed. we didn’t have any romantic subtext, but we were connected in Ventrilo all the time, they were a main fixture in my life for a few years. i never met the rest of my guild, but i’ve met the guilds my other irl friends were in, and saw their interactions and played guitar hero with their raidleader, shit like that. never been to a con tho!
Lodestar: 11: What do you like best about this fic? honestly i wouldn’t have an answer to this if you hadn’t said it awhile back, that there’s more than just a ‘hey marsh is southern’ coming through the fic, but a reverence. i don’t know how that’s possible, but i really do want to convey my love for the things that aren’t horrific or shitty out here, and when people comment that reading lodestar makes them homesick, i get attacked by the sentimental doki dokis that i otherwise try to ignore.
I DID IT, I MADE IT IT ONLY TOOK ME A COUPLE HOURS lhfg;alkjdah thank you so much sillizen <333
Okay but that moment when marsh and I learned that The Library is actually in fact a liquor store and not Belle’s fantasy
wait, was it a liquor store? or was it just another strip club?
in any case, how dare you remind me of this, I remember that day now, I WAS McDEVASTATED. always do your research kids. if something seems too good to be true (like a library geographically existing when your main character, who is canonically a bookworm, is trapped in a town full of casinos and tiddy bars), QUESTION IT. QUESTION REALITY. DIG DEEPER. EVERYTHING IS A LIE NOTHING IS THAT EASY WHY WOULD A LIBRARY BE ACROSS THE STREET FROM A GENTLEMEN’S CLUB, SELF? NEXT TO SOME OFF-RAMPS? LIBRARIES DON’T GO THERE, THAT’S WHERE JACK IN THE BOX USUALLY GOES DID YOUR SKEPTICISM JUST EVAPORATE INTO THE VOID, WHO ARE YOU WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE THAT’S NOT A LIBRARY YOU FOOL IT’S NOT FILLED WITH BOOKS, I REPEAT THOSE ARE NOT BOOKS–
I’m fine it’s cool lol it’s all good hundreds of people read it and I feel like I lied to them BUT IT’S FINE, I’M
anyway this is what writing is like probably, a+, would recommend for a hobby
(I looked it up, now it’s neither a liquor store or a strip club, it’s a skincare clinic. and the gentleman’s club across the street has been rebuilt into an even BIGGER ONE holy crap they’ve done well since the zombie outbreak haven’t they)
omigosh you guys thank you for the asks
i gotta get ready for bed but i’ll get to the rest tomorrow <333 aaaaaaaa
part-time recluse 