Total number of completed stories: 28 apparently, which I guess isn't that bad
Total word count: 74,567. Not counting things I haven't posted yet.
Fandoms written in: Gundam Wing.
Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?
I definitely wrote more than I ever thought I would for this fandom. I did a great deal of writing for it (that isn't posted because it's not done yet) that's also RP, so overall I've been a lot more productive than I thought. (Especially as far as NaNo is concerned, because I actually finished!)
What’s your own favorite story of the year?uhhh if I
really had to pick just
one...? Probably
little death. (Of course Karu picks the smut fic.)
Did you take any writing risks this year?NaNoWriMo is always a risk. That aside, I killed off two major characters in a fic and murdered people's feels in the process. :D
Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the New Year?Always.
My best story of this year:...isn't this like favourite story? ...well then again sometimes my favourite fic isn't necessarily the
best written...
Death Cannot Divide Us, which is that fic where I killed off two major characters and murdered people's feels in the process.
My most popular story of this year:I guess in terms of reviews? Both
Thank You for Asking and
Possessive have seven reviews each, but honestly my most popular fic is the one I've been talking about but haven't posted yet; it's in RP form currently. (That would be Hit List of Debts.)
Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:I don't really have one...?
Most fun story to write:THERE ARE SO MANY TO CHOOSE FROM BUT I will go with
Let It Snow because I absolutely
loved the prompt and it was a blast to write from one of my favourite RP 'verses. (That makes it sound like I have a lot. I only have like...three? Four?)
Story with the single sexiest moment:beautiful mess maybe
Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters:Reminds Me of Home maybe...? Basically sums up part of Heero and Duo's dynamic for me. I think.
Hardest story to write:Let the Sun Fade Out, which I didn't post because it's my NaNo and therefore looks like shit, just because it's extremely AU. Otherwise,
Death Cannot Divide Us because I had two kill of MY TWO FAVOURITE PILOTS.
Most Unintentionally Telling:I don't know what this means. (Am I even awake enough for this meme?)
Biggest Disappointment:Despite writing for a.) Gundam Wing and b.) arguably the most popular pairing in aforementioned (1x2) I didn't really get a lot of feedback from anything.
Except on tumblr. So I guess my biggest disappointment was just in general, the fact that Gundam Wing fandom's kind of...drifted off. Which I knew (they're on tumblr. I'm not even joking), but still.
Biggest Surprise:Any feedback I get on
any of my stories is a surprise to me, okay?
What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?Gundam Wing, for the express reason of "because my Heero is too not-fanon for anyone to give a shit." And look, people enjoy my Heero. (They didn't back in the day, but all of those assholes are probably gone.) I WROTE 1x2x4. I WROTE EVEN MORE THREESOMES (1x2x3).
Let the Sun Fade Out has implied 13x1 and 6x1.
Choice Lines:idk I really like this one from
Death Cannot Divide Us (which I used for the summary):
He placed the barrel of the gun under his chin and slightly to the side and said, "Wait for me," before squeezing the trigger.
From
Unsent Letters:
I should've chased after you, he thinks, even though he knows it's too late for regrets. He watches the ashes smolder in the basin of the sink, watches the smoke dance and twirl in the air. Smoke can supposedly cleanse rooms, cleanse houses, cleanse souls, but why does he never feel like he's completely free? Why can't his soul be cleansed of all these memories?
and
He takes up the pen and paper and writes another letter, hoping to pass the time until sleep decides to take him away for a few hours. It begins with "Dear Duo", ends with "please help me", but he scratches that out, because he's Heero Yuy, and Heero Yuy doesn't need help. Except that he does. He rewrites it to sound less desperate, unsure why he's bothering because this letter, like all the others, goes without being sent.
and
Just the two of us, Heero thought, a worn out bear, and a suitcase filled with unsent letters, broken hearts, and painful memories.
From
Slip of Paper:
Heero realizes with a frown, as he sits on the bed opposite the one Adie's claimed, that it doesn't hurt. It doesn't and it hasn't. Isn't it supposed to?
and
He reaches for the ceiling, picturing his face, every detail still as vivid now as it was two years ago, trying to caress his cheek before running his fingers through that hair...
Heero sighs and lets his arm fall. He feels like a fallen angel, reaching for salvation from God and unable to ever attain it. He's not sure why he feels like that. He's not entirely sure he can even describe it. He just feels...
Lost.
and
He's never this nervous. He's never been this nervous. Heero Yuy the Perfect Soldier, nervous? He laughs under his breath. Heero Yuy the Perfect Soldier is dead—as far as he's concerned, he died with Zero in Brussels.
honestly we'll be here all day if I list ALL OF MY CHOICE LINES fjiowehrfdk