🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?
Yeah more than once! There's been a couple of good ones! There was some guesses in Alone, Unbroken, Kith, ummm I think the newer whump fic, trying to think hahahha!! But yes! This happens often! I don't like to hide major points TOO deep, so Im not surprised. I love when people guess and then I have to pretend Im being vague when I reply lol! There's one BIG plot point no one has guessed yet in Through Hell or High Water though and I'm just waiting!
😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?
I have a ton of scenes that I CRINGE reading that I've written, but I wouldn't go so far as to say embarrassed. I'd have to go with two of my first fics for this! Tale of the Hero was my first fanfic I ever finished, and it's......... not good. And then Idk what I called it because i changed the name to something stupid, but I wrote a Zelda one-shot from OOT in first person as an experiment to see if I liked first person fics (I don't), so I am embarrassed by those two, but not, like, "i need you off the internet and on anon" levels. I'm certainty embarrassed by some nsfw scenes I have that don't technically exist yet though lol They're just practice so they're..... not beautiful
🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?
HRMMM I'll give you some Through Hell or High Water! If you want a specific fic though, just send another ask hahhahahah I think I have a little written in just about everything I'm doing!
The center of the port where the execution would take place was clear and pristine, cobbled, busy, usually. But now, it was congested as carpenters built up rudimentary gallows to serve as Link’s execution site. The carpenters moved with far too much efficiency to be doing this for the first time.
They stacked wood and hammered away. She’d seen pirates hanged before, but she was often quick to leave. The ones who weren’t instantly killed from the short drop always had her looking away, regardless of who they were. Her neck would always burn with phantom pain of the sting of the rope burning her. But she’d never seen anyone drawn and quartered, and she was not looking forward to seeing it happen to Link.
Her skin crawled with gooseflesh rising up her arms as she watched the carpenters test a lever, a trap door swinging open quickly and precisely. Link would fall through that hole.
Would her father have done that to her if he’d known that she’d spent time with them? Sympathized with them? If he knew the things she’d seen, would she be corrupted and unsalvageable, or would she simply be sent away until she returned as perfect as Hylia?
“Miss Zelda?” Paya said, placing a gentle hand on her arm to break her from her trance. From her tone, this wasn’t her first attempt to get Zelda’s attention. Flinching at the contact, shocked by the voice, Zelda jumped, and Paya pulled away. “It’s time to go. The coach is ready”
“Right,” Zelda breathed, taking one final look at the death trap before returning to the carriage with Paya.
Today, she was finally able to call on Mila. She’d sent word ahead so no detour could be made without a valid excuse, and she’d prepared a time. All the proper way of doing things; not a rash visit as she’d tried to do before. No, Zelda was a proper Hylian, and she’d do things the right way.