Writing Blanket Box
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pillowfortu_haul
Q: What kind of writing do you do? (Short stories, fanfiction, drabbles, poetry, etc.?)
I used to do oneshots and limited multi chaptered fics almost exclusively. In the OG Thundercats fandom I was one of few authors who actually completed their fics LOL. When I got into Inuyasha, I started to do drabbles as well. When I returned to fandom earlier this year, I dove right back into the longer forms of fanfiction.
Q: What made you start writing in the first place?
Oh, wow. This would have been in the mid to late 1990s. That's when I found the online Thundercats fandom as it existed then. I loved the fanfics I was reading especially about MummRa, my fav. So I decided, why not? and wrote (and shared) a bunch with the others. They were mostly OK with it and I just drove right off that cliff.
Q: Is there an author/writer who you look up to for inspiration? What's your favorite work from them?
Still thinking about the 1990s; the author's name was DemonPrist; they wrote what I thought was the best MummRa-centric fanfic I've ever read. It totally changed my perspective of the character and shaped my own ficcage going forward. Outside of fandom, plenty of old timey authors. There's also House of Leaves, which is becoming a major inspiration for my latest fic project.
Q: Outside of authors or literary media, what inspires your writing?
Movies. What got me back into fandom was watching Avatar Fire & Ash. I wanted to explore what a different dynamic between Spider and Varang might be like. Something to counter Spider and Neytiri.
Q: Have you done a writing marathon before? (Pillowrimo, Nanowrimo, other?)
No; the closest to that was the Just Write June 2026 prompt series I wrote.
Q: Do you prefer to draft on paper or on the computer?
First draft on paper, always. If I can get away with it, second draft on paper as well. After that I type and do the finalizing on the computer. My handwriting is only so neat and after a while it looks like gibberish.
Q: Who is your favorite original character (OC) of all time?
Of my own work, heh, the na'vi Payakan I keep sticking into my Avatar fics.
Q: Can you share a snippet of a WIP?
I'll put this under a cut; it's ... rough
Quaritch scanned the cellar’s wall. There, where Spider framed a portrait like a poster of woman’s face aglow by fire. A face crowned by black and red feathers. A face that could have been a self-portrait were it not that of his mother. From that, that portrait – which almost made him shriek to be honest – he gazed to walls invisible under shelves of manga and VHS – and notebooks and sketchbooks and photographs. As if Spider’s last ten years were more like twenty years worth of experience and maybe they were. Then, past that archive, his eyes stumbled onto the stairs, the structures of which he left unfinished…. Over the landing the lamp was swinging and brushing contrasts of light and shadow almost hypnotically. From there the eyes travelled to yet another of the cellar’s off-center foci, the workbench, that slab of a tree felled by the wind that he scorched and carved for the tsahik. Atop of its clutter were bowls like skulls upturned and filled with oils that sparkled with flame – it lent the studio a scent that could have transported the Colonel across time and space itself like the Backrooms.
“What?”
He faced the wall with the portrait. That face! Oh, god. The skin, white with ash. The scalp, plucked at the apex and painted by red, by blood – perhaps – a thick, wide dagger of a mark straight to the nose. The onyx braids entwined into a pattern so intricate that Spider must have studied it with a loop to reproduce it so perfectly.
Yet … the face, the bust, the figure … continued … past the constraints of any frame.
Quaritch straightened as if to an alarm –
As the face blinked –
How long he lay there transfixed by the movement of that giant na’vi / human avatar he could not say – only – only that he gawked – that shivered – icy cold sweat.
How long had it been since he shared that cellar with the woman?
Twenty years?
Was he dreaming?
“Varang!” he shouted then as she approached the bed like a Shiva dancing the destruction of worlds.
He struggled to react. He couldn’t escape…. He couldn’t resist. His movements were arrested by hands at his shoulders. Immense hands … four fingered hands.
Riku smirked at the man’s pitiful struggle while the tsahik herself stopped as if annoyed by it all.
Q: Is there an end goal in mind for your current project?
My Avatar/Backrooms crossover is like not even 30% finished at this point. But I do know exactly how I want it to end. I want to get there.
Q: What's your2025 2026 goal for writing?
To finalize the 3rd Arc of my Avatar/Backrooms project.
Q: What parts of your writing are you trying to improve?
Voice for characters; I think I'm getting better at it but there are moments where I can tell that's just me not them.
abunnslife and reposted to pillowfortu_haul Q: What kind of writing do you do? (Short stories, fanfiction, drabbles, poetry, etc.?)
I used to do oneshots and limited multi chaptered fics almost exclusively. In the OG Thundercats fandom I was one of few authors who actually completed their fics LOL. When I got into Inuyasha, I started to do drabbles as well. When I returned to fandom earlier this year, I dove right back into the longer forms of fanfiction.
Q: What made you start writing in the first place?
Oh, wow. This would have been in the mid to late 1990s. That's when I found the online Thundercats fandom as it existed then. I loved the fanfics I was reading especially about MummRa, my fav. So I decided, why not? and wrote (and shared) a bunch with the others. They were mostly OK with it and I just drove right off that cliff.
Q: Is there an author/writer who you look up to for inspiration? What's your favorite work from them?
Still thinking about the 1990s; the author's name was DemonPrist; they wrote what I thought was the best MummRa-centric fanfic I've ever read. It totally changed my perspective of the character and shaped my own ficcage going forward. Outside of fandom, plenty of old timey authors. There's also House of Leaves, which is becoming a major inspiration for my latest fic project.
Q: Outside of authors or literary media, what inspires your writing?
Movies. What got me back into fandom was watching Avatar Fire & Ash. I wanted to explore what a different dynamic between Spider and Varang might be like. Something to counter Spider and Neytiri.
Q: Have you done a writing marathon before? (Pillowrimo, Nanowrimo, other?)
No; the closest to that was the Just Write June 2026 prompt series I wrote.
Q: Do you prefer to draft on paper or on the computer?
First draft on paper, always. If I can get away with it, second draft on paper as well. After that I type and do the finalizing on the computer. My handwriting is only so neat and after a while it looks like gibberish.
Q: Who is your favorite original character (OC) of all time?
Of my own work, heh, the na'vi Payakan I keep sticking into my Avatar fics.
Q: Can you share a snippet of a WIP?
I'll put this under a cut; it's ... rough
Quaritch scanned the cellar’s wall. There, where Spider framed a portrait like a poster of woman’s face aglow by fire. A face crowned by black and red feathers. A face that could have been a self-portrait were it not that of his mother. From that, that portrait – which almost made him shriek to be honest – he gazed to walls invisible under shelves of manga and VHS – and notebooks and sketchbooks and photographs. As if Spider’s last ten years were more like twenty years worth of experience and maybe they were. Then, past that archive, his eyes stumbled onto the stairs, the structures of which he left unfinished…. Over the landing the lamp was swinging and brushing contrasts of light and shadow almost hypnotically. From there the eyes travelled to yet another of the cellar’s off-center foci, the workbench, that slab of a tree felled by the wind that he scorched and carved for the tsahik. Atop of its clutter were bowls like skulls upturned and filled with oils that sparkled with flame – it lent the studio a scent that could have transported the Colonel across time and space itself like the Backrooms.
“What?”
He faced the wall with the portrait. That face! Oh, god. The skin, white with ash. The scalp, plucked at the apex and painted by red, by blood – perhaps – a thick, wide dagger of a mark straight to the nose. The onyx braids entwined into a pattern so intricate that Spider must have studied it with a loop to reproduce it so perfectly.
Yet … the face, the bust, the figure … continued … past the constraints of any frame.
Quaritch straightened as if to an alarm –
As the face blinked –
How long he lay there transfixed by the movement of that giant na’vi / human avatar he could not say – only – only that he gawked – that shivered – icy cold sweat.
How long had it been since he shared that cellar with the woman?
Twenty years?
Was he dreaming?
“Varang!” he shouted then as she approached the bed like a Shiva dancing the destruction of worlds.
He struggled to react. He couldn’t escape…. He couldn’t resist. His movements were arrested by hands at his shoulders. Immense hands … four fingered hands.
Riku smirked at the man’s pitiful struggle while the tsahik herself stopped as if annoyed by it all.
Q: Is there an end goal in mind for your current project?
My Avatar/Backrooms crossover is like not even 30% finished at this point. But I do know exactly how I want it to end. I want to get there.
Q: What's your
To finalize the 3rd Arc of my Avatar/Backrooms project.
Q: What parts of your writing are you trying to improve?
Voice for characters; I think I'm getting better at it but there are moments where I can tell that's just me not them.
