oh geeze HI wow straight for the throat, ok let’s do this

5: What part was hardest to write?
breaking out of the titanic exhibit and the luxor itself. i went through a couple different versions – like one was the group using B*’s ridiculous weaponized prosthetic to blow up the wall of the resort and slide down the glass pyramid like a terrible magic act. but i had already used that trick (the exploding leg), and soul with the open-faced-sandwich chest wound didn’t really help the suspension of disbelief. eventually i was just like, well, maka’s dying and she’s been influenced by harvar, so i guess she’s just gonna go Rambo. which was way simpler and had more meaning, besides.  ..t..theoretically anyway

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?
i don’t really know?? it’s been received spectacularly by the fandom as well as by people who have never seen the series, and that concept is, sincerely, beyond my comprehension. iotwcs is also the fic Boy of Sleep learned about my fandom alias, and he ended up being my biggest supporter in writing, so that’s p special to me

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?
man ok so like, honestly? while writing it i had no idea what i was trying to learn. it just itched at me the whole time. but by the end of it, i found out where i had been going the whole time, which i guess is something kind of like… despite having  no tangible worth or any kind of logical weight, hope in adversity is what defines us as human beings – like, it’s the common denominator, and potentially the strongest motivator, no matter how weird or obnoxious or lost or tormented we are. at least that’s what i’d like to think, anyway. i like stories about people who try. somethin, somethin, courage, etc~

thank you bb